The next morning there was little time to reflect on the actions of the night before. It was early to rise, as always, and tend to the animals. As I milked the cows and cleaned out the barn stalls, images of last night kept racing thru my mind. I could still feel Pops' hands on me, his warm breath on my tender skin. I could feel him inside me, as though he had never left. I was being sucked into a very erotic zone, thoughts and sensations covered my body.
"If you keep milking that cow that way she's going to kick you," said my granny.
"W-w-what?" I stammered, "Oh granny, I didn't know you were out here, how are you feeling today?"
"Some days are better then most dear," she answered, "I just wanted some fresh air, I've been in that bedroom for a month of Sundays."
"Don't overdo it granny, here, let me help you back up to the house," I said.
Taking her by the arm, we walked back up to the old house. It had seemed so much bigger when I first arrived 6 years ago.
"Let's get you back into bed, granny," I said, tucking her back in, "I need to get back out there, do you need anything before I leave?"
"Come sit next to me, Christy, I must talk to you," she said, motioning for me to have a seat.
I took a seat next to her on the bed, half nervous and half intrigued by what she wanted to tell me.
"Christy, you're a very beautiful girl," she said, stroking my hair,"And beautiful girls always get alot of attention, just make sure you don't attract the wrong kind of attention."
"What do you mean granny?"
Granny laid there for what seemed to be an eternity just looking up at the white ceiling. She took a deep breath and looked back over at me, her eyes cold as steel. Suddenly her grip on my hair became very tight, as if she were trying to pull it from my head.
"Ouch granny, stop that," I whimpered, trying to grab her hand from my hair.
"I know you were in here last night, Christy, and I know what you and your grandfather were doing," she hissed.
"What are you talking about, granny?"
"Don't play innocent with me, I'm sick, not stupid," she said angrily.
Just then Pops walked in, as if he knew I needed to be rescued.
"Christy, you just going to leave the cows half milked?" he asked, removing his dirty cap and sitting in a chair across the room.
"I'm sorry Pops, granny and I were just having a little girl talk," I said.
Granny suddenly sat straight up in her bed, the cold steel look still glazing her eyes. She looked at me first, then at Pops.
"Don't you think I can smell you two in here?" she said angrily, "I know what you two did last night, I heard the noises, the breathing, the panting, then you planted your seed in this girl in our bedroom," she said, looking at Pops.
"Honey, I have no idea what you're talking about, Christy is our granddaughter, I would do no such a thing," Pops answered.
Just then granny looked at me again, her cold glare was beginning to make me nervous. How could she have heard that? Her medications usually knock her out cold. I sat there on the bed, legs crossed, feeling very uneasy about what she would say next.
"And you, you little whore, you're just like your mother," she scowled.
Suddenly Pops became white as a ghost, he was so sure all those years of fucking my mother, his daughter, had been so well hidden.
"That's right Phil, I knew all about it, I found her diary and read it. I read where she had written all about it, every dirty detail. How she feared God because she knew she had sinned. And asking God to forgive her because she enjoyed fucking her daddy," granny said angrily.
Pops sat there speechless. His face was a mixture of embarrassment and anger for his wife having found out and never telling him till now.
"You are a spiteful old bitch, Mary, and the only reason I haven't put you out of your misery yet is because it is my duty to care for you," Pops said, "Ok yes I did fuck our daughter, I fucked her every chance I got but only because you had turned against me, you never wanted sex so you just stopped one day. You didn't even bother to ask me how I felt about us never having sex again."
