ALL PARTIES IN THIS STORY ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
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My name is Alexandra Beaufort, but everyone just calls me Alex, I'm 18 years old and I live in the woods with my grandfather.
My mother was with us until her passing a few years back. Living in the woods or in a log cabin in the woods has been normal for me, but I don't think it was something my mother liked too much or so I heard.
From what I know, she left the first moment she could with the man who later would become my father. I was born a year later.
As time went on, I remember my father being abusive to her a few times and them screaming at each other with him asking her who the father of the baby she was carrying was, but she never said who.
That year my baby brother Dylan was born and my father hated him. I never saw him hold him, say anything nice to him. I would ask my father "Daddy, why do you hate Dylan so much?"
He would just look at me and just say "That bastard kid isn't mine!" and that was that.
When I turned 9 years old, my mother took me and Dylan who was now 7 yrs old to where my grandfather lived up in the woods, she told me that she was never going back to my father ever again after he threatened to kill Dylan for just calling him daddy. What can a 9 yr old do when she hears her mother say that about her father, nothing just do as she's told.
Our Grandfather welcomed us with open arms the night, telling us how happy he was to have us all there now as one big happy family. He told me and Dylan to go and pick rooms for ourselves since we would be living with him now. Dylan didn't waste time, he flew up the stairs as I slowly followed behind, but something made me stop and look back to see mom and grandpa talking.
I was too far away to hear what he was saying to her, but she smiled and nodded at him as he spoke to her. Then she took his hand and placed it on her belly with both of them smiling from ear to ear. Arching a brow I kept watching as grandpa hugged mom, then placed a kiss on her lips.
Finding it odd, I was going to say something when Dylan called out my name to check out his room. I never said anything to anyone about that night, maybe I should of asked, not that I would of gotten a straight answer from either of them since I was a kid.
Five months later my baby sister was born, Judith Beaufort and we couldn't off been happier. I did notice that Grandpa was very happy with the birth of Judith, it would be years later I would find out why he was so happy.
9 years have passed and I just celebrated my 18th birthday, Dylan is now 16 and Judith is 8. I recently graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA and I'm ready to head out to the big world.
Everything is just like a normal family would be, mom raising her three kids, grandpa helping out when he can and us kids doing well in school since that's what they pretty much engraved in our heads, but that all changed one night I got up in the middle of the night.
As I head down to the kitchen, I hear noises coming from Grandpa's room. I made my way towards the door and stood there hoping they didn't hear the creaking of the floor. I lean in and hear some moaning and grunting coming from the other side.
"uuummm yesss fuck me harder...oh yesss just like that daddy!!" I lean back and cover my mouth wondering if I really heard what I heard. That's mom's voice, but she can't be in there with who I think she is?
I bend over and look through the keyhole of the door. I can see directly into the room and right dab center is the bedroom. There I see mom facing the door, her eyes closed and her mouth making the O form, her upper body lowered onto the bed and her ass up.