Family Taes Care

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18, consenting, legal adults.*

**This story contains bisexual characters who share pleasure with individuals of multiple genders.**

Betty turned the corner and strolled slowly down the aisle. She glanced at the titles on the shelf, only vaguely perceiving them. She wasn't exactly lost, but her mind was drifting, focused on nothing in particular. She'd come to Odyssey Bookstore without putting much thought into it, almost out of habit more than active choice. Years ago, she thought of it as her happy place, especially when Dylan was growing up. It was a place they could go together to keep occupied for several hours at a time.

She'd let him roam about the store as he wished, checking in on him periodically, but generally giving him the space to explore. He didn't always ask her to buy something, and if he did, it usually wasn't that expensive. And of course, she could pretty consistently find a book to add to her own collection.

She wasn't looking for anything in particular today, just aimlessly browsing. Truthfully, she felt a bit aimless in general if she gave it much thought. Taking care of her dad wasn't actually all that difficult. He didn't need a lot of attention and keeping the house clean didn't require that much time out of her day. And yet, it seemed to take a lot out of her. More and more, she was finding herself drained mentally. Her spirit wasn't quite as bright as it normally was, though she might not have been able to voice it in those terms. She just knew that she was feeling... blah.

Her drifting was interrupted by a voice behind her, "Who is THAT sexy girl?"

Betty had the brightest smile on her face when she whirled around, "LIV!!" Olivia threw her arms around Betty. The two women clung fiercely to one another, holding their embrace for a wonderfully long time.

"I've missed you... SO MUCH."

"So so much." Their eyes were glistening when they pulled apart, still holding hands. "You look amazing, Babe."

"You look great, too." They stared at each other then hugged once more.

"I got so happy when you asked if we could hang out today."

"I'm happy too... Believe it or not, it was Dylan's idea."

"Really now?"

"Request for his birthday in fact. He asked me to stay away from the house for a full twenty-four hours. Said he'd take care of Dad and I wouldn't have anything to worry about."

"YOU, Honey, have a pretty sweet kid."

"I really do. Only... He's not a kid anymore. He's a full-grown man."

Liv shook her head, "Hard to believe."

"Don't I know it?"

"How IS your dad doing?"

Betty sighed, "He's... He's OK. He just doesn't... have very much. Since Mom's gone, he's kinda just... there most of the time."

There was genuine empathy and understanding in Liv's expression, "I'm sorry, Hon."

Betty nodded and whispered, "Thank you."

Liv's face brightened after a beat, "So... a full twenty-four hours, huh?"

"Yep. I gave him my word."

"Hmmm... Sounds to me like we're gonna have a girl's night!"

Betty tilted her head to the side, "Bill's gonna be all right with you being gone too long?"

Liv took a heavy breath, "Bill's... not in the picture anymore."

"Oh!" Betty was surprised, and part of her felt she should apologize. Sorry seemed like the proper thing to say... but she couldn't quite bring herself to. Instead, she just repeated, "Oh."

"Do you want to get something to eat?"

"I would absolutely love that."

*****

They opted for an Italian restaurant in the same shopping center as the bookstore. It wasn't busy in the early afternoon, not like it would be later that evening. Their server was quick to bring out their plates of pasta.

Liv was already getting into her explanation, "A lot of the time... most of the time... Bill wasn't even critical. He wouldn't say anything. I did something he didn't like and he'd ignore me like I wasn't even there. The silent treatment he would give me when he was mad was so loud... Deafeningly loud sometimes. He'd ignore me for a day or more to punish me... until he wanted something from me. Then he'd go right back to normal like it never even happened."

Betty reached across the tabletop to hold the other woman's hand, "Oh Sweetie." She'd known things between Olivia and Bill weren't good. It wasn't even remotely a healthy relationship, but this was the first time Liv ever spoke so openly about their problems.

"I felt like I was going crazy sometimes, wondering if I'd just imagined the way things were, second-guessing myself and thinking it might all be in my head. He made me feel so stupid! I HATED that feeling, constantly worried about doing anything that might bother him."

"So then what happened?"

Liv shook her head, but there was a faint smile on her face, "One day, I realized I didn't care anymore. I was done caring. He got mad at me for... something or other, made a point of showing me his disapproval face before he turned his back and walked out of the room and... I didn't feel anything. All the power he had over me was just... gone. So, I stopped trying to talk to him. Left the house to get dinner by myself instead of making something for him. Came home and walked right past him.

"Later, he had the gall to ask me why I wasn't talking to him. I didn't even get mad. I just said, 'I don't want to talk to you anymore.' A few days after that, I rented my own apartment, packed up my things, and left. He actually got teary-eyed, if you believe that. 'Why would you do this to me? Don't you love me?' I just shrugged and kept going without acknowledging him. Didn't answer his calls or his texts either." She picked up her phone and changed the settings to temporarily reveal the blocked numbers she normally kept hidden. "How about that? He's left more than 400 messages now. Persistent, isn't he?" She changed the settings back, utterly uninterested in reading even a single one of them.

"Wow." Betty whispered. She slowly shook her head, processing it all, "Honey, I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks Babe. I'm proud of me too."

The rest of the meal was more upbeat. With the heavy topics out of the way, their conversation was light and pleasant. These two women were never more comfortable than when they were together.

They paid the check and stood, groaning a bit from sitting too long in one place. The restaurant had grown considerably busier in the few hours they'd been seated. Live reached between Betty's elbow and her torso. The two walked to the parking lot arm in arm. When they stopped by Betty's car, their arms seemed to naturally slip so they could hold one an other's hand. Betty was trembling very softly as they turned to face each other.

Liv's expression was one of pure adoration, "You know... you really are just... so beautiful."

Betty bit her lower lip, feeling her cheeks grow warm. She reached up to press her palm into the other woman's cheek. They gazed a few moments more into each other's eyes, then they both leaned in together for a sweetly romantic kiss.

"Soooo..." Liv whispered. Their foreheads pressed together after their lips parted. "We COULD drive to my apartment... or we could get a hotel room."

Betty bit her lip again and whispered back, "I think I would... really like staying in a hotel with you tonight."

*****

Coincidentally, at the house, Dylan had also made pasta. A lot of it seemed to have gone down the front of Hank's shirt, but Dylan figured they'd be going to bed in a while anyway. He didn't see much point in changing the old man's clothes, though he did get a warm washcloth to wipe the sauce from his face.

Hank chuckled, "You're not a bad cook, Kid."

Dylan winked, "Thanks, Grandpa." He cleaned the dishes while Hank headed to the living room to turn on his game show. A short while later, when Dylan was sitting on the couch, he let out a heavy sigh, "I sure do wish your mom was here."

Dylan didn't immediately acknowledge that the older man had his hand between his legs, playing with his penis through his sweat pants. "Mom deserves a night to herself."

"I know she does. I just..." he sighed again, not bothering to remove his hand. He was still watching the television screen, though Dylan could tell his mind was far away.

He got out his phone, pulled up a website and cast it onto the living room television. The screen transitioned to a logo that read, "Cock Guzzling Co-eds." Hank's eyes grew wide as the porn started. It was a compilation of younger looking women, many of them with pigtails in their hair or short plaid skirts beneath their oversized breasts to emphasize the young aesthetic. Each of the men with them had a huge penis. Some of them were comically big to the point Dylan assumed they must be fake.

Hank was so enthralled with the barrage of images he didn't notice his grandson get up or step closer to his chair. He was outright shocked when he felt Dylan's hand on top of his growing erection. He looked up to see a confident grin on the younger man's face. "You know... I can take care of you... Like Mom does."

Hank's mouth hung open a bit, as if he was going to object. Dylan gave him a squeeze, "A hand feels just as good attached to a man as it does to a woman."

Hank's jaw worked for a moment, his mustache seeming to twitch on his own. Slowly, he moved his hand to rest on the arm of his chair. Dylan nodded his approval. It was easy to slide the sweatpants down the man's bony legs. His fingers were directly on the soft skin now, massaging so the erection steadily grew. Once it was hard enough for him to wrap his fingers around the shaft, Dylan said, "Mom's right. You do have a GREAT cock, Grandpa!"

He recognized the throbbing, excited pulse. The older man was grinning, pride outweighing any doubt or uncertainty he might have had.

Dylan stroked Hank's manhood with a steady rhythm. He understood it would be counter-productive to go too fast right from the start. He would be patient and give Hank as much time and attention as he needed. Truthfully, Dylan was enjoying himself. He was delighted to see the pleasured expression on his grandpa's face as he watched his porn. He liked feeling the pulses and shifts in the man's body as certain moments gave him more sensation and pleasure. He even sorta liked the raspy sounds of the old man's labored breathing. His hand was consistent, alternating between squeezing, gently twisting and slow pumping up and down.

Hank gripped the arm of his chair. Dylan sped up, "Looks like I'm about to hold this big awesome cock when it comes. Are you gonna come hard for me, Grandpa?"

Hank nodded, somewhat feebly.

"I bet you are! God, I love stroking this big big cock!" On the screen was a scene with two women, each with one guy underneath her, inside her sex, while another guy took her up the ass. The camera highlighted the thick cocks pounding in and out of the women's sphincters, which gaped open from the way they were being fucked. The women, of course, were moaning and crying, begging the men to fuck them harder.

"Don't you wish you could gush into her, Grandpa? Imagine that young girl's ass squeezing our fat cock?" Dylan emphasized the words with a squeeze of his hand. It did the trick. He felt the warm liquid on his thumb and forefinger. He slowed his stroking, took to slow deliberate pulls, drawing every possible drop. He patted Hank's shoulder with his clean hand, "Nicely done, Grandpa."

Hank's smile showed how much he really appreciated the praise.

"Be right back," he stepped away for a few moments and returned with a washcloth, warm as the smile that stayed on his face as he cleaned the old man thoroughly and pulled up the sweatpants.

"Reminds me of Alice," Hank said thoughtfully.

Well, that wasn't something Dylan expected to hear, he turned to look at the screen. A woman with bright red hair was on her knees sucking on one guy while two more stood around her masturbating. He'd seen lots of photos of his grandmother when she was younger, but he didn't see much resemblance to her in the girl on the screen.

He studied his grandfather's face for a moment, suddenly reminded of something his professor said once in his Intro to Psychology class. "Everyone has something they want to talk about, and if you give them an opportunity, a safe place and a listening ear, they'll tell you what's important to them, what they think and care about." That prof also taught the class one of the best phrases to use to get a person talking.

"Tell me more, Grandpa."

"She loved having a group of guys like that."

Dylan's eyes grew as wide as they could go. It took his mind a moment to catch up to that statement. He managed to encourage him to go on with an, "Uh huh..."

"She was insatiable. She'd take on four or five of us like a pro, outlast every one of us."

Dylan spread out on the couch, his arms folded like a pillow on the arm rest and his head tilted to one side. It could be that Hank was having a less coherent moment and he didn't realize he was talking to his own grandson. Possibly, considering the handjob, Hank just figured nothing was off limits between them. Whatever the case, he couldn't remember any time the old man had ever seemed so lively or so nostalgic about anything. Dylan genuinely wanted to hear more, "She sounds pretty impressive."

"She was! I never met any woman who could satisfy a man like Alice could. When we got married, every guy I knew was jealous of what I got to come home to."

It was an unbelievably chauvinistic way to speak about a woman, as if her identity revolved around the pleasure she could bring a man. Dylan tended to think that men who talked this way were relics who needed to get with the times, but this conversation felt somehow... sweet... in a strange way. He was learning more about his grandfather, a man who was often so closed off. Sometimes, it seemed like there was so little left in his day to day existence. Seeing him come alive with a joyous memory was touching... even if he was completely self-centered and antiquated. "How did you and... Alice meet?"

"Swingers' Resort down in the valley." Dylan could have guessed for years and never come up with that one. Hank was chuckling at the memory. "She was there with some big city fucker who owned race horses. I'd already had her twice over the weekend and I told her she was the best girl I'd ever been with. Then, they had some big fight over something or other and I said she ought to come home with me."

Dylan considered that, "Were you there with someone?"

"I was by myself. Guys had to pay a lot extra if there wasn't a chick with them. Expensive weekend, but got some good action out of it."

"So... you said she should move in with you and... She just did?"

"That's about it. 48 years ago."

Dylan actually did know that part wasn't right. Hank and Alice were married 55 years when she passed away. He didn't bother to correct the old timer. "What else can you tell me about her?"

"Every part of her was beautiful. Never saw a girl in the whole world could compare. Told her all the time, too. Woman like that deserves to know it."

"That's... very good of you... Did you two go back to the swingers' place together?"

"A few more times to that one. Alice was real good at finding more local clubs or parties. Even the secret ones that're real cagey, they'd see a girl as pretty as her wanted to play and suddenly doors were WIDE open for her."

"So you and she had other partners quite a lot."

"Any time we got the chance."

Again, Dylan lay there absorbing the new things he was learning about his grandparents. There was a new scene on the television now. Two girls on their knees beside each other in a big bed, each with a guy behind them, grabbing their hips and slamming in and out of them. "How did you propose to Alice?"

There was another nostalgic chuckle. "I got her ring and I had it put on a gold chain. I put the chain around my cock and said I had a surprise for her. Oh... the look on her face. She blew me so good after that, and I swear she was staring at that ring on her hand the entire time."

"Romantic," Dylan said, a bit sardonically. He watched the screen absently, mind far away. After a while, he said softly, "I really miss her."

Hank's expression dimmed a bit. His head gave a small nod. Dylan knew his grandfather heard him even though he didn't respond, and knew he felt the same.

A short time later, Dylan heard the raspy snoring and flicked off the television screen.

*****

Liv slid her key across the door reader. As it flashed green, she pushed the door open and gestured widely with her arms. Betty stepped inside, nodding her head in thanks. It was a very nice room. Betty hadn't really made plans for where she'd spend the night, but she'd vaguely assumed she'd find an inexpensive motel. She definitely hadn't planned for a place as nice as this. She took in the sight of it while Liv's eyes were only on her.

Betty spread her arms wide and plopped onto the bed, bigger but not quite as soft as hers at home. "Be right back, Gorgeous," she heard Liv say before stepping into the restroom. Moments later came the sound of water running.

Liv returned and joined Betty on the bed, a bit more gracefully than she had. Betty shifted onto her side and the two women lay together, smiling faces mere inches apart from each other. Betty's hand came to rest on Liv's side while Liv's hand found its way to her neck, a sweet touch without any pressure. They were quiet with each other, saying so much in that moment without any words. They silently spoke of all the years they'd known one another, of the hurt and the heartache they'd endured in their time apart. They expressed the joy and the comfort they each shared in each other's presence.

When Betty broke the silence, it was just a whisper, "You know... you really do have the most enchanting eyes." They seemed to sparkle as the smile grew a bit bigger on Liv's face. Her thumb moved back and forth in a gentle caress of Betty's skin.

The water had been flowing in the restroom the whole time they laid together. The change in sound, along with her sense of time passing, told her it was ready, "Come join me?"

"Gladly."

They rose from the bed and stepped into the restroom where a large Jacuzzi tub was nearly full of hot water. "And I thought the bedroom was impressive," Betty remarked as Liv shut off the spout. The room was filled with steam, like a warm cloud around them. The mirrors were fogged so their reflections were just hazy shapes of color.

Liv was unbuttoning her blouse. The sight made Betty blush, not from embarrassment but from anticipation. She turned to face away from the beautiful woman beside the tub, and lifted her own shirt over her head. She stood still for a moment, waiting for the touch she knew was coming. Sure enough, she felt the loving hands on her bare skin, one caressing her waist, the other tracing the curve of her shoulder, followed by a soft set of lips that worked gently higher up her neck. Betty reached her hand up to stroke Liv's hair. Liv's hands slid across her back and unhooked her bra. Betty stepped away, setting the fabric cups on the counter before she removed her leggings and underwear.

Moments later, the two women stood nude, each facing the other and drinking in the sight. Their movements were slow. They'd both silently agreed to take their time. They stepped together once more and shared a tight embrace, skin to wonderfully bare skin.

Again, they pulled away enough to gaze into one an other's eyes before their lips met. They were pulling each other tighter as their kiss continued. By the time they pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily. Their feelings grew increasingly intense. It was Liv who had the restraint to take a single step back, enough to indicate the waiting bathtub.