I love her family; but one of them too much – part 4

I fucked the brains out of her that night, and she used her mouth to get me up the second time. When I was completely done, she leaned over and gave me a kiss, smirking. “There, that should hold you for a while.”

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It was about two weeks into the almost daily ‘quickies’ that things changed again. Grandma had been solidly in ‘young’ Grandma mode all day long. We’d had sex twice, which was a first for us, and she’d made her world famous buttermilk fried chicken. I had abandoned her and the kids to do a walk-through of the addition. It was finally done, had passed all the city inspections, and we’d completed the finish work, with paint, carpeting, and tiling the bathroom.

It was about time, they’d run over, but they’d done a terrific job. I signed on the bottom line, and watched them leave for hopefully the last time. I was ready to move out of our tiny cramped bedroom, for the more spacious – and more private – addition.

It had taken almost two hours. When I returned to the house, the kids were already putting the sides on the table. Kate was on her phone, texting something. Grandma came over to me and gave me a big wet kiss. “We have guests, Bob, why don’t you change?”

Crap! In front of the kids even. How could we have never planned for this? I looked over and saw Kate staring at us in shock. No more so than I.

I quickly changed into something casual, and ran a brush through my hair. By the time I came out, Kate and the kids were seated. Grandma was carrying a big platter of her chicken to the table. “Why don’t you introduce me to your pretty friend?” Grandma said, and I was nervous about the edge in her voice. She didn’t seem pleased. Fuck!

“Uhm, this is Kate, and these are her kids, Bob, Adam, and Hailey.” I held Grandma’s seat for her, before taking my own.

“Hailey. I always loved that name,” Grandma said.

Subtlety wasn’t Hailey’s strong suit. “Why are you talking and acting funny, Grandma?”

After a couple of weeks of ‘happy’ Grandma every evening, I guess the kids weren’t ready for this Grandma. “Excuse me?” she said, and I knew I had to do something. I stood up and asked Grandma to help me with something in the workshop. I know, it was a lousy excuse.

“How could you, Bob? Bringing your floozy in here, with her kids!” Her hand shot out and she slapped me, hard.

“Stop it, Kate!” I snapped. “You know I don’t have any floozies. You’re my woman.”

“Then explain yourself!” She stomped away, turning angrily. “Really, Bob! She’s not even very pretty, if you’re going to replace me, I’d expect something better. Well, I won’t have it!”

My mind was racing, looking for a story she’d accept, anything. And coming up blank, damn it.

“That’s it? Nothing to say for yourself, you lousy bastard!”

“Donald!” I blurted. I knew that Grandpa had an older brother that nobody talked about. Something about running off, abandoning his responsibilities. He wasn’t part of the family anymore, but in the workshop was an old picture of Grandpa and his brother, standing in front of his father, holding a line of fish. Grandpa might have been 10 in the picture. It’s the only picture of Great-Uncle Donald I’d ever seen.

Grandma looked at me in wide-eyed surprise. Her trembling hand moved up to cover her mouth. “My God! He … he wouldn’t, not again … oh, the poor thing …”

She gazed up at me with tears in her eyes. “You should have told me, Bob. I understand how difficult this is for you, but you could have told me.” She shook her head slowly. “That no-good bastard.” She opened the door quietly, peeked inside, and closed it again without saying anything. Then she took me by the hand, and dragged me to the side, away from the door. “There’s no denying the family resemblance, that middle boy could be the spit out of his mouth.” She heaved a huge sigh. “They’re family, Bob. You know what that means.”

“Uh, what does it mean?” I was seriously confused by this time.

She pinched me, hard. “Don’t be like that. The fact that it’s your brother doesn’t matter. They’re family. We’ll take them in, of course. We have the space; you can put the kids in one room, and his woman in the other.” She moved in and hugged me. “I know this is difficult, Bob, but you have to remember it’s not their fault. Try to be nice to them. Please.”

Then it was off to an awkward dinner, with Grandma insisting the kids call her Auntie, Kate making funny eyes at me, Grandma talking about the business, and everyone avoiding talking about the mysterious Uncle Donald, thank God.

While clearing the table I had about twenty seconds to fill in Kate. “Y’all are Uncle Donald’s abandoned wife and kids. We’re taking you in.”

“Uncle Donald? Uh … Ok,” she said.

I was sent off to make space for the abandoned wife and kids, while Grandma gave them the tour, telling them to feel at home. We made an early night of it, and Grandma cornered me. “Now don’t you go sniffing’ around that woman, Bob. She’s gonna be lookin’ for someone to take care of her, and her youngins, and it won’t be you taking care of her needs, you understand?”