=== Friendly warning: This series includes incest ===
I hadn't slept well ever since the breakup happened. Even though we rarely had sex anymore, my girlfriend and I usually shared the bed. Just the presence of someone made the sleep so much better and peaceful. So ever since we broke up and I started sleeping alone, I kept waking up in the middle of the night, often even a couple of times in a row.
All that changed with grandpa. After I showered, he went into the bathroom and I left thinking about what just happened between us outside. Should I tell my dad? And more importantly... what was that thing he said about my dad and his problems? Did that mean that my dad also...
My mind started spiraling down a very strange path, but all that ended once I saw the bathroom door open and my grandfather standing there wearing just a towel, showcasing a lot of his body which seemingly just refused to age. Water was still dripping from him and he looked very content with finally having a chance to rest after the long day. His face was grinning - as it always was.
"You sure know how to make an old man break a sweat, Jeff," he said, as he patted my back, "Come on, then. We got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, we might as well get a good night's worth of sleep."
I followed him to the bedroom - the bedroom we were about to share. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened - and what was about to happen once we got under the covers? Was I ready for anything more? And if I wasn't, what exactly should I be getting ready for?
I just kinda stood there, surrounded by old photos and ancient furniture, as my grandpa changed in front of a dresser. I caught a glimpse of his firm-looking butt, but that was all of it - he just put on a new pair of briefs and that was it. He slept semi-nude like me, apparently, which made sense in this heat.
He turned around, only to see me looking back at him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me like you just murdered someone, boy?"
"Um... sorry," I said, breaking the stare, "I was just thinking... You didn't really get anything out of... that, did you? I'm not... I have never done anything with a man, but I can try..."
He stepped forward to me and ruffled my hair, as he always did, which eased off the tension a lot. I looked up to see his smiling face.
"Why don't we just go to bed?" he suggested, "Honestly, kid, I'm really tired. Not to play the 'old man' card again, but I don't need to release as often as your little immature ass. And also, we got the whole week ahead of us, don't we?"
He winked and bared his teeth for just a second. My grandpa was a wild, kinky animal and I can't believe it took me so long to discover that. It was impossible not to grin back.
"Sure," I nodded, "Let's go to sleep - I'm kinda spent too."
"That's my boy. Let me get the lights."
It felt so different falling asleep outside of the town, where it seemed like there were constantly cars driving around, or neighborhood dogs barking, or maybe a group of drunk teenagers on the street. Also... it felt very different falling asleep in a pair of strong, hairy arms and a muscular body pressed onto me from behind, making me the little spoon. It was new to smell the musky smell of a hardworking stud instead of the smell of some overpriced feminine toilet water. The warm embrace, the warm breath on my neck, the body hair brushing over my naked skin...
...it knocked me out within a second, right into the best slumber I've had in a while, sporting the hardest boner I've had ever since I started masturbating.
***
The first rays of sunshine coming from the curtains were what woke me up. I opened my eyes groggily and yawned. I felt... at peace. Way more than I usually did when I woke up lately.
The first thing I noticed was the alarm clock on the nightstand. It said it was half-past six... so the sun was just coming up. The second thing I noticed was that I was in bed alone. Grandpa woke up before me and somehow managed to get past me without waking me up. So early? Really?
Very slowly, I managed to get out of bed and stretch a little bit. Then, wearing just my boxer briefs, I left the room to take care of my morning hygiene. Flashes of what happened with grandpa last night were going through my head, but I guess the shock wore off, and now those memories were just... hot.
I found my grandfather downstairs, and the sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen told me that he was making breakfast. I joined him in the room only to find him pretty energetic for this time of the day. He was also, of course, half-naked.
"Look who decided to finally wake up," he said when I entered the room, without even looking up from the pan, "I was wondering if I should just splash a bucket of ice water in your face."
"Seriously? It's not even seven yet..." I answered.
"Well, you better get used to it. I get up early," he said, before he finally turned around, smiling, "Come on, eat your breakfast. There's a lot of work to be done."
After the eggs, my grandpa told me that he'd like to finish up the work in the attic before lunch. Afterward, he wanted to hit the town nearby to pick up some stuff. Surprisingly, I was kind of eager to work, but I wasn't going to show that to grandpa, so I responded with an off-hand half-hearted complaint about having to work so hard on my spring break.
"I hear ya, you little spoiled runt. Even though I wish I didn't," he answered jokingly, while focused on his eggs, "I better find something to stuff into that mouth of yours to keep you from complaining all the time."
I laughed at that, before I remembered yesterday and that what he said might not mean what I originally thought it meant. I opened my mouth to say something, but that was the second my grandpa dropped the cutlery onto his plate and stood up from his chair.
"Now come on. No more talking. Let's get something done."
We went back to the attic and started right back to where we stopped the day before. There was just enough work to be done that it was possible to finish it all until lunch, but we would have to try our hardest. And that was what grandpa was trying to achieve. We worked our asses off - but the work was still weirdly calming, like the day before. We kept talking the whole time - when I wasn't, he was. None of us mentioned what happened last night, but it didn't feel like a taboo, or anything awkward. The only question I had on my mind was if there was going to be more... and when.
After a couple of hours of work, we stood up from our knees to see a beautiful result of all our efforts in front of us. The floor looked much better, although it was still dirty from all the work we did on it. The price for all that was both our bodies being sweaty and aching, but it sure looked worth it.
"Whew!" grandpa said, as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead, "Now that was something. You surprised me, sport. Didn't think you had it in you."
I smiled as I felt his fingers in my hair again. It was at that moment when I realized we hadn't spoken about my break-up the whole time. And I was... fine with that. It didn't feel like there was more to be said.
Who would have thought that this spring break would prove to be so helpful already?
"Let's get down and eat the leftover stew from yesterday," my grandpa said, "If we hurry up, we might make it to the town at about one."
"What's the rush?" I argued, "I'd like to have a shower. And, you know, rest up and stretch my muscles. I ain't that young anymore, ya know?"
With that last sentence, I kind of mimicked grandpa's voice and his accent. He narrowed his eyes and folded his hands on his chest.
"That mouth of yours doesn't stop talking until someone shoves something in it, or does it? Shut up, go and get dressed, in that order. Don't wear that crap you brought with you. Check the big closet in the hallway, your dad probably left some clothes in there. They should fit you now since you're an all-grown-up brat now."
His tone was playful, of course, but when I was leaving the attic to find the closet he was talking about, I couldn't help but think about the tone he used for those first words... And that smirk on his face, which was just a bit different than what I ever knew before.
I managed to find the closet he was talking about. It had tons of stuff. I especially liked the t-shirt with the sleeves torn off and the jean shorts... which were very, very short. I would never even think about wearing this around my town, but in the countryside, I thought to myself - what the fuck? I was on vacation, and nobody knew me there. Maybe it was time to experiment.
Grandpa was already waiting outside when I changed, he was wearing a tank top, exposing his bushy armpits, and cargo shorts. I was surprised to see he didn't pull up his truck.
"Are we... walking?" I asked, pointedly nodding up to the soaring sun in the sky.
"Yeah, sorry about that, champ," he shrugged, "The truck is in the shop. But don't worry, it's not a long walk."
He was lying, of course. It was a solid twenty-minute walk before I even saw the town - which doesn't sound like a lot, but in that heat?! My clothes were drenched in sweat already, and I just put them on!
Luckily, we mostly walked through the woods, which kept us in the shade for the most part. Grandpa also brought a big bottle of water, which was a smart move.
"Keep up, Jeffrey. We're almost there. Maybe we can rest up for a bit when we're there. I kinda underestimated the weather, that's on me."
Against all odds, we made it. The town was as simple as they come. Just a couple of shops, plus a gas station. There was a surprising amount of people though - it made me a little self-conscious about the fashion choices that I made. Luckily, none of the locals seemed to pay it mind.
A lot of them knew my grandpa, as it seemed. Not surprising, as it was probably a pretty small community living there. Some of them came up to say hi, asked him about life, and of course about me. I'm not great with people, so I just kept it polite and short, and most of them caught up on that pretty quickly and focused most of their attention on gramps. He did spend a minute with each of them but didn't want to drag us down too much, because he probably saw how I looked after the work and the walking.
To my surprise, he didn't seem tired at all! He was in his sixties and it seemed like he was in his prime. This place was really doing wonders for him.
We only bought some cans of food and a couple of tools my grandfather needed for the house. When we left the shop, a huge truck was standing outside. The man inside seemed bored and tired from the heat, but his eyes lit up when he turned our direction and saw my grandpa.
"Cliff!" he nodded in my grandpa's direction, "What's up, you son of a bitch!"
"Not much, you little cunt, what about you?" was my grandpa's - fairly loud - reaction. I looked around a bit, feeling a little embarrassed, but none of the passersby paid it any mind - it seemed that talking like that was common around here.
"Come 'ere, I ain't gonna bite yer ass," the man gestured at us to come closer to his truck. My grandpa nudged me and whispered to me.
