Chapter 6

When I woke in the morning, bright sunlight streamed through the window. I moved my lips off Lauren’s tit and fully closed my mouth. Something on my penis was warm and nice.

When I turned my head, I noticed Gramps standing in the doorway, staring at us! He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh!” He reached and pulled the corner of the blanket slowly, revealing my dick in my little sister’s hand and her other hand on Lauren’s pussy!

He smiled and quietly said, “Somebody had a good night! When they wake up, remind Lauren she needs to give me some, too.”

I groggily whispered, “What?”

He quietly replied, “Didn’t she tell ya? Her rent is a bath with me and a blowjob every weekend. It’s Saturday. None of her other boyfriends seem to mind. A couple of ‘em even like to watch.” He smiled again and walked out.

I was too disgusted for words. I struggled with my stomach and managed to avoid vomiting. I gently shook my little step-sister Miri awake. “Shhh! Get dressed. Quiet. We gotta go!”

We left Lauren asleep and stealthily walked out. On the way to our trailer, I explained about Gramps and Lauren’s ‘rent.’ Miri agreed with me. “Eeeew! They’re related and he’s SO OLD! That’s gross!” Mom was standing by the front door with a suitcase when we got home. Miri asked, “Where ya goin’?”

“I’m going out of town with the Fullmers for a week. Wally will stay with Peanuts and Mrs. Voss will watch you, Miri. If you need clothes or anything at home, Mrs. Voss has a spare key.”

Mr. Fullmer pulled up in his shiny red Cadillac and honked the horn. Mom hurried to the car and told us, “Be good while I’m gone! I’ll see you next week!” We waved goodbye as they drove away.

That evening we had dinner with Mrs. Voss. She made Rouladen, a traditional German dish with very thin pork chops rolled around thinly sliced carrots, onions, and dill pickles; covered in a red wine sauce. She served it with potato dumplings in a delicious pork gravy. We thought it was strange, but yummy. She even let us have a glass of red wine with it!

After dinner, we sat on the plastic-covered couch and watched another of her boring black and white movies. I was dozing off when Peanuts said, “So cute, she fell asleep.” My little step-sister Miri was leaning on him, snoring quietly. He said, “I’ll put her to bed. Good night.”

I was a little concerned when he carried her out the front door, but was very distracted by Mrs. Voss resting her hand on my thigh. She smiled and asked, “How about a better movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s? I’ll get us some more wine.”

I was feeling a little drunk and thought it was boring, too, until she explained, “In this one, George Peppard plays a writer, Paul. He’s not really a writer, though. He’s a rich woman’s Lothario.”

I asked, “Lothario?”

She blushed while she explained, “Gigolo, a joy boy.”

I wasn’t sure I understood and asked, “Huh?”

“An older woman gives him money for sex. Audrey Hepburn plays Holly, a girl who does the same with rich old men.”

I thought that was hot, but tried to anticipate her feelings. I pretended a little, wrinkling my nose and saying, “Eeew!”

“I think it’s kind of nice. They both get what they want, and nobody gets hurt. I used to do the same thing a long time ago. Do you think I was pretty?” She handed me an old photo.