When I woke up the next morning, Rachel was still in my arms sound asleep. Slipping out of bed I decided to let her get as much rest as possible.
I went into the bathroom and got two aspirins from the cabinet and placed a glass of water beside the bed.
I took a quick shower to wash away the sleep. Wrapping the towel around my waste I brushed my teeth. Walking to the closet as quietly as possible I grabbed a pair of loose fitting jeans and a white shirt. I slipped on a pair of work boots and made my way to the kitchen. Being the first one awake I put a pot of coffee to be made and pulled out some things to make breakfast.
I saw my son leading his sister into the living room to watch tv. Rubbing her eyes with her teddy bear in hand she sat next to him in front of the tv.
I continued to make breakfast while the kids watched cartoons. As I was flipping a set of pancakes Rachel came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She kissed my shoulder, "Goodmorning, baby. Thanks for putting the aspirin by the bed. I didn't expect to get that drunk with Grams."
Turning to face her spatula in hand I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. "It's ok I think it's actually what she needed. I know she's been trying to be strong since Grandpa died but last night she seemed to let a lot go."
I didn't think telling Rachel about my talk with Grams was a good idea. Especially talking about the picture I found. At least not now. As my sister helped me set up the table for breakfast the kids ran into the kitchen taking their seats at the table. When we all sat down we started to talk about what are plans were for the day.
Grams entered the kitchen holding her head. She was wrapped in a long silk robe. Grams walked over to the table after taking some aspirin and kissed Mickey and Rebecca on the head.
She sat beside Rachel and began to eat some breakfast and they talked about the funeral and what would happen at the wake and who would be there. Not once did she look at me.
Once we finished breakfast Rachel washed the dishes as Grams dried them. Mickey and Rebecca went back to watching cartoons in the living room. After kissing my wife I kissed Grams on the cheek, "I'm going to go for a walk on the lake. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Okay, honey. Make sure you're back in an hour or we will be late to the funeral."
With that I left to clear my head. As I walked I saw all the spots me Rachel and I had spent hours making out, holding hands and watching the sun set together.
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When I returned to the house from my walk I had a little extra time. So I took a longer shower thinking about how Grams had yet to say a word to me. I shaved any excess hair from my face and brushed my hair back.
Wrapped in a towel I walked out of my bathroom and into the room. Walking to the closet I picked up my suit and laid it on the bed.
"I take it you had a good shower." I almost jumped out of my skin. Turning around I saw my grandmother slipping into my room. She shut the door behind her and came to sit on the bed.
"Shit Grams, you scared the hell out of me. Is everything ok? I thought I was good on time."
"No, you're fine. No need to rush." she ran her hands over her skirt to get any wrinkles straightened out. That's when I truly looked at her outfit. She was wearing a tight fitted pencil skirt with a black button up shirt tucked in. The gold belt that was wrapped around her waist accentuated her hips and ass nicely.
She must have noticed me checking her out because when I looked up at her face she had a small smirk on her lips. I quickly went back to paying attention to my clothes. Turning my back to Grams I slipped on a pair of boxer briefs under my towel and pulled them up my body. Removing my towel I laid it down on a chair in the corner of the room.
I took my pants and slid into them. Taking my button up and pushing my arms through the sleeves I saw my Grams looking around my room at all my old trophies from my athletic competitions. I buckled my belt to hold my pants up nicely. Pushing my tie under the collar of my button up I then reached for my shoes and laced them on.
When I got up again my grandmother was at my side. She stood in front of me and began buttoning my shirt. Picking up my cuff links I put them on as she fixed my tie for me. After folding my collar in place she placed her palm on my cheek and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"You remind me so much of your grandfather when he was younger," she picked up my jacket and slipped it on me. "Handsome, loving, and always strong."
After running my fingers through my hair once more I took Grams' hand as she led me out of the room to head downstairs. Standing at the top of the stairs she suddenly turned around and kissed my lips passionately. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. I spun her into the wall and licked her lip yearning for entrance which s soon granted. I pushed my hand up her thigh under her skirt and wrapped one of her legs around my waist. There was something about her touch that made me feel intoxicated. It drove my lust for her through the roof.
"Michael, we are going to be late!" Rachel yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I broke the kiss and turned to reply, "Alright, I'll be right there."
Grams continued to nibble on my neck. I didn't know what had come over her but as soon as I faced her again her tongue was in my mouth. Simply overwhelmed with a need for her I responded to every touch and kiss she had to offer.
I slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit through her panties, "Mmm Michael, that feels so good. It's been so long since I've been touched like this. I saw the picture in your room. You found it, didn't you?"
Nodding my head I looked her in the eyes, "What does it mean? Explain this to me please? Grams?"
"Beth. My name is Beth. I love you kids more than life itself when your mother died there was no one to look after you. I was afraid if I told you the truth that you would remember me as the woman your mother hated." Turning away from her I ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath. I knew this was coming. In my heart I already knew who she was. When they told me the story 10 years ago I knew the emotion behind their eyes was too intense for the story to not be personal.