Culvert Mozart Lane
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 6
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 6 - In this true story a mostly good man does a few horrible things; including infidelity, incest, and murder. Starts with Bruce deciding if he should join the Marines or Army near the start of World War 2. Names of the people involved have been changed for obvious legal and privacy reasons.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual True Story Farming Historical Tear Jerker War Cheating Sharing Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow Violence
I’m glad little Janelle was too young to understand much at her mother Sally’s funeral. She asked a few uncomfortable questions. I tried to explain by saying her mother and ‘father’ went away, so that my wife Nora and I could love her and take better care of her than her parents.
Nora fixed the cute redheaded toddler’s depression instantly by getting her a lollipop on the way home from the funeral. Nora wasn’t a fan of how I often cheered her up. Whenever I had a gassy stomach, I relieved it by barking like a dog, burping out, “BOW WOW!” I also tried to make my sneezes sound like a cat, “uh ... uh ... MEW!” Nora seemed annoyed at the silliness, but my sweet little granddaughter giggled and smiled every time. She cutely began burping “BOW WOW”, too.
My wife was polite to her and helped me take care of Janey, but mainly saw the little sweetie as yet another chore to handle. She’d mothered five children already, and seemed quite tired of it. She helped Janey with baths and anything else bathroom or clothing-related, but I did the rest.
Raising Janey was a joy to me, one of the best parts of my life. She slept on my back in her pajamas for the first week, until I finally convinced the nervous little tyke her new bedroom, her mother’s old room, was safe and there were no monsters under the bed.
That was the only week of my adult life I was voluntarily celibate. Nora wasn’t enthusiastic anymore but still willing to handle my needs nightly, once our granddaughter was safely out of sight and earshot.
The precious girl sat in my lap or held my hand any time she could. Once she turned five, I drove her to school on the first day of kindergarten. I stayed the whole first day, and for the first half hour of school the next week or so. The school bus had a stop at the end of our driveway, but I kept driving her to school and picking her up every day, until she turned eight.
She was nervous without me and I greatly enjoyed her company. Any time she wasn’t in school, my little female shadow followed me everywhere. Janey’s abilities were limited by her age and size, but I’d never had a more eager and attentive helper. She couldn’t lift much, but there was nobody better at picking up the nails, bolts, or tools I dropped; or running to the house and back to retrieve a thermos of coffee or my lunch.
I was glad Janey grew up as a tomboy. She loved being outdoors, and liked helping me with dirty, sweaty ‘man’s work’. One of our happiest times in her childhood was actually quite hard work. She passed me wrenches and bolts when I replaced the near-dead engine on my old tractor. By the end my hands and lower arms were covered with dirty old engine oil, like hers were.
When I finished putting in the last bolt, I leaned down near her face and smiled. “Mission accomplished! You’re a great little helper. BEEP!” I tapped the tip of her nose with an oily finger.
She laughed, then smeared her filthy hands on my cheeks. “And you’re a dirty, dirty Grampy! Hehehe!” We had a brief tickle fight, then walked to the house. We and our clothes were grimy from our faces to our knees, coated with gunky black oil.
When we walked inside, Nora sighed and commanded, “Don’t touch anything ‘til you wash, Janey! You’re filthy! Is any part of you clean, or a girl?” The three of us chuckled and smiled. That night she dozed off watching a movie, sitting in my lap. I gently carried her to her bed and kissed her forehead goodnight.