Chapter 6

Sunday Morning. Sophie.

The following morning, Aurora and I got up early, as always, and did our morning rituals, coffee, toast, reading together. As the coffee kicked in, we talked.

Aurora asked for a step-by-step description of exactly what went down the night before, and I did my best to relay it to her.

“So now, you’ve fucked your granddaughter,” she said. “And the women in your life have pretty much all had sex with each other, too. You’re set up for anything else you want to do with your family. But there is one thing left to do, at Susan’s house. You need to bring Sophie in. If you’re going to be dropping by to fuck her mom and sister, it’s impractical to hide it from her.”

“That’s true. And you had the smart idea of instilling voyeurism in her. I’ll go over this morning, it’s still a weekend, so everyone will probably be home. Do you want to come with me?”

“You don’t need me for Sophie. Take Susan and Emma and go have a talk with her. Susan already knows about the voyeurism idea, and she’s explained it to Mike, too. But I’ll come with you to their house, because I haven’t actually had any orgasms in 48 hours, and I’m sure Mike will be home. That will be fun for me, and it’ll give you guys space to do what you need.”

We called Susan to make sure they were in fact all home, we freshened up, then drove over.

When we got there, the family was just leaving the breakfast table. Susan was in pajamas, Emma was in a sports bra with shorts. Sophie was geekier than her sister, but in appearance she was always more of a girly-girl. She wore a pale blue dress and even a little bit of makeup. Her dark-brown hair was longer, she wore prescription glasses. She was also two years younger, so there were less obvious tits and hips inside her loose-fitting dress. She was, in many ways, already a young woman - not just a girl. That was important to me, for what I was about to do.

“Hi, Grampa!” said Sophie, coming over and giving me a quick familial hug. She was awkward with most people her age, but she was always comfortable talking with me.

“I need to have a talk with you,” I said. “And your mom and sister.”

“Where should we have the talk?” asked Susan.

“In Sophie’s room,” I suggested.

“My room? Weird, OK.” Sophie led us down the hall. Their house was big enough that each girl had a room of her own. Sophie’s room was crowded, a single desk with a large monitor, a gaming chair, a bed, shelves loaded with art and science projects and stuff from her childhood, and anime figures and other geeky stuff. A large poster on the wall showed all the spacecraft of the Star Trek universe, to scale with each other.

Sophie settled into her fancy chair, we sat on the bed.

“So, Grampa, what’s the talk about?” asked Sophie.

“It’s about sex,” I began.

Emma giggled. “I know all about sex. There is the internet, you know. You guys don’t have to have the talk with me.”

“There are some things about sex which you won’t learn about on the internet,” I said. “Things about our family.”

That stopped her giggle and gave me Sophie’s full attention.

“Our family?”

“Yes. For starters, are you comfortable talking about sex with us?”

“I hope you are, sweetheart,” said Susan softly. “You can talk about anything with us. But I know some young people aren’t comfortable talking with their family about it.”

“I can talk about sex,” said Sophie, “but there’s not much to say, seeing how I haven’t had any yet. You know I’m a virgin. I’ve kissed boys, but nothing more than that.”

“Do you masturbate, Sophie?” I asked.

“I do,” said Emma supportively. “All the time.”

“I masturbate too,” said Susan.

“Yeah, I do,” said Sophie. “I guess everyone does.”

“Do you watch porn?” I asked.

“Not really. Most of it is boring or gross or just for guys. But I do read erotic fanfic.”

“OK, Sophie.” I looked her up and down, then spoke. “I think you’re going to enjoy what I’m about to tell you. You’ll discover a whole new world of things that arouse you. Things that make you want to masturbate. Things that get you off. You’re going to find that you’re totally turned on by a particular form of voyeurism, watching the members of your own family being physically intimate with each other. Dametun infulas tormena.”

“What ... what?!” Sophie stared at me. “You’re being super weird, Grampa. I’m going to be turned on by ... watching ... you guys be ... physically intimate? Like, sex? You can’t have sex, we’re all related.”

“That’s a taboo, I know,” said Susan. “Incest. But the incest taboo exists for reasons that ... aren’t really relevant to our family. Our family is special.”

“Special?!” Sophie seemed a bit distressed.

“Lemme try to explain, Soph,” said Emma. “If I make out with Grampa, we’re not going to produce any two-headed babies, right? Even if I went all the way with him. For starters, I’m on the pill.”

“Um. I guess?”

“The incest taboo does give us something, though,” said Susan. “We can break the taboo, in some harmless ways. And breaking taboos can be exciting. So, incest can be more exciting than being intimate with someone you don’t know as well.”

“Mom!” Sophie stared at her. “You’re ... you’re using logic. Which is cool. I love logic. But the conclusion still seems super weird.”

“Here, let me demonstrate,” I said. “Susan dear, please spread your legs and kiss me.”

“OK!” She opened her pajama-clad legs, offering up her face. I kissed her deeply, and put my hand between her legs.

“Oh my God,” gasped Sophie. “But Grampa is ... your dad ... you can’t ... l”

“How does it make you feel?” asked Emma. “Watching them kiss like lovers, and feel each other up?”

There was a long pause. Sophie’s mouth hung open. Finally, she spoke.