I love her family; but one of them too much – part 3

The next time I woke, it was the other Kate climbing into bed with me. “Project all caught up?” she asked, cuddling up to me.

“All done for now.”

“Dinner’s almost ready. Otherwise, I’d let you have your way with me,” she teased, her hand rubbing where her grandmother had been not that long ago.

“We have to talk,” I said.

“About?”

“Grandma. It’s gotten bad. A lot worse.”

“I know, Mom told me about Adam,” she was actually giggling. I imagine that wouldn’t be for long.

“No, Kate. I’m serious, it’s a lot worse.”

That seemed to get her attention. Her hand stopped moving and she rose up on one elbow, looking down at me. “What? What happened?”

I didn’t know how to put it gently, so I just told her. “I was sleeping, and I woke up to Grandma giving me a blowjob.”

It was like I’d slapped her. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shook my head slowly. “Not at all. It was one of those days when she was calling me Bob. I was working out in the workshop, and she got mad at me for working so hard, and said I looked exhausted. I … I was cranky in my response, but she was right, I was zonked, so I went to bed to take a nap. When I woke up, she was, well, you know.”

“I can’t believe this,” Kate said. She sounded more shocked than mad. “You stopped her, of course.”

“I, uh, did, for a while—”

“For a while!?”

“She was upset. It’s hard to explain. She was telling me how she was scared; she kept seeing me collapse on the floor in the workshop.”

“Oh God! She was remembering!”

“She was so upset, I couldn’t tell her I wasn’t Grandpa, that he really was dead, on the workshop floor. I … oh crap!” I said, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t mean to. But I couldn’t turn her away. I let her. Hell, who am I kidding? I even encouraged her.”

“Damn it, Glover! This isn’t like kissing her!”

“Don’t you think I know that? That’s why I had to tell you right away. I feel like crap. I’m so very sorry, Kate. I’m going to stop this. I won’t let her call me Bob anymore. This isn’t right.”

She was quiet for a moment. “So you’re going to just shut her down. Tell her she’s hallucinating or something?”

I sighed. “What am I supposed to do, Kate? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

She rolled over, lying on her back. “I don’t know. This is really messed up. You cheated on me, Glover. I never thought it could happen. I would have said it was impossible.”

“I’m sorry. I promise it will never happen again. Never. I didn’t go looking for it, and I swear, if it was anyone else, any other situation, it wouldn’t happen. I just didn’t know what to do.”

We lay there, quiet, both lost in our thoughts. I know I felt bad, confused, torn. Then she rolled onto her side, staring at me. It shocked me when a little smile showed up on her lips. “How was it? Was she good?”

I was stunned. She kept looking at me, finally raising one eyebrow, waiting for my response.

“It was pretty bad, and pretty incredible at the same time.”

“Oh really?”

“She wasn’t that good. From the way she talked, it sounded like when she was young, good girls didn’t do things like that. She didn’t want me to see her when she did it. It was really weird, and she was obviously very inexperienced.”

“And that was incredible,” Kate said, the sarcasm heavy in her voice.