Chapter 70: Sunday, Oct. 21

I awoke to find a pretty little blonde dozing peacefully with her head on my right shoulder. It took a few moments for me to realize there should be a pretty little brunette on my left, but there wasn’t.

“You need to get up, Daddy,” Marie, wearing one of her housedresses and choker, said as she bustled into the bedroom with a mug of coffee. “It’s almost 8 and your grandmother called to say she’d be here by 9 to get Dr. Robinson.”

It slowly sank in that Grandma had called my pet, not me. The thought of Grandma catching me in bed with a naked girl was enough to get me moving, Bethany grumbling in protest at the loss of her pillow for the second morning in a row.

“You need to get up, too, Beth,” Marie said, bringing forth more grumbles. “You can go back to sleep in your mom’s room, but I need to get these sheets washed and replaced before Mrs. Jenson gets home. They’re supposed to get in some time this afternoon.”

I managed to get out of bed, pushing Bethany out in the process. The little blonde grabbed my hand as I staggered toward the bathroom. I helped her get seated on the toilet and removed her choker before I got the shower started. I was a little disappointed she didn’t instigate anything once she joined me, but it was probably for the best. I didn’t need Grandma catching me in the shower with a naked girl, either. In fact, I didn’t need anyone catching me anywhere with a naked anything.

Bethany allowed me to soap her up, scrub her down and rinse her off. I did have to make sure those delectable tits were nice and clean, so it wasn’t a total waste of my time. The fact she all but insisted on another shampoo job wasn’t exactly onerous, but my dick did take notice when she sagged against me, rubbing her ass against my crotch as I gave her a good scalp massage.

Once I cleaned myself up, I toweled us both off, getting one more chance to touch the little blonde’s tender bits. The way she flinched when I worked my way below her waist indicated those particular bits were still a little tender after what I’d done to her Friday night and Saturday morning.

“How am I going to get back to my room?” Bethany moaned.

“I would think by retracing the path you used to get here,” I said.

“But it was dark last night,” she whined as I replaced her choker. “I don’t have any clothes! What if somebody sees me?”

The only people who would see her were Marie and I, and we’d both seen everything she had by now. The nearest two-story house wasn’t close enough to have a view of the patio. None of the immediate neighbors could see inside.

“I guess you’d better run real fast, then,” I smirked.

“You’re no help,” she grumped, batting me on the arm.

“Let me get you the shirt I wore last night,” I said. “It’ll cover everything, but you’d better make sure I get it back. Bad enough you girls have claimed so much of my old stuff for yourselves. I can’t afford for you to take the new things or else I’ll be the one running around starkers.”

“I could go for that,” she grinned.

“Hush, you,” I growled, swatting her on her bare ass, receiving a moan and a nostril flare instead of the giggle I anticipated.

I do not know what I’m going to do with that girl, but it will definitely be interesting finding out.

As it turned out, Marie came back with clothes for both of us while Bethany buttoned my shirt up enough to prevent accidentally flashing anyone. That didn’t keep the little blonde from making off with the garment, anyway, as she stuffed her clothes under an arm, gave me a quick kiss and headed off. As she said, it’d be too much trouble to take it off so soon after doing all that work.

I pulled on the fresh boxers my pet handed me and followed with a pair of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt as Marie stripped the bedding and carried it to the laundry room. That’d get me through whatever Grandma had in store for me. I made sure to transfer my pocket contents from slacks to shorts and followed in Marie’s wake, dropping the khakis atop the pile of sheets.

“Did you check on Karen?” I asked the little waif once I caught up to her in the kitchen, where she was pouring herself another cup.

“I made sure she got in the shower,” Marie blushed. “Mrs. Robinson said Dr. Robinson needed to be up by the time she gets here.”

“And did you behave yourself or is the good doctor in the shower still wearing whatever clothes you got her into last night?” I grinned.

“That’s not funny, Daddy!” my submissive bitch protested. “Besides, I didn’t want to take a chance of her getting sick again while I was busy.”

I could understand that, though I expected my aunt should have gotten it all out of her system by now. At least Marie didn’t mention her puking in the bed, so I could probably stand to reenter the apartment at some point today.

“Is there any food in the house or am I going to have to skip breakfast?” I asked.

“Everything’s in the apartment,” Marie said. “Mrs. Jenson said she’d just phone in an order somewhere for supper this evening. She’s not going to be up to dressing up enough to eat at the club. I’ve got enough for breakfast for all of us in the morning unless you eat everything tonight. I was planning on doing the grocery shopping as soon as you leave for school.”

“Well, I doubt I’ll eat everything,” I smiled. “I’ve got lunch at the club and Jed will probably bring something if he comes over to watch football. And I’m sure my mother expects me to come home tonight, so that’ll take me out of the mix for tomorrow. I don’t need much, just enough to get me to lunch.”

“There’s still some fruit and yogurt, maybe a couple of muffins,” Marie said, pouting at the thought of not getting to sleep with me one more night. “I’ll go get it and your juice, too. Mrs. Jenson and Mrs. Metzger will want to know you’ve been drinking it every day.”

“Thank you, baby,” I said, hoping Arlene and Jan wouldn’t insist on a first-hand demonstration of how well I’d adhered to my “male-health” regimen during their absence.

While Marie went to get me some food, I retrieved my phone from Arlene’s room. Returning to the kitchen, I took a seat and browsed the web while I waited. It was much easier to do so on a bigger screen, but all my other gizmos were still in the apartment. I wasn’t going in there until Aunt Karen was safely out of the way.

I realized I was going to have to deal with the situation at some point, and it needed to be today. English class would be pretty awkward tomorrow if we didn’t clear the air first. Actually, it would have been awkward even if I hadn’t been on the verge of fucking her last night.

Marie returned with a little container of mixed fruit, a cup of yogurt and a muffin in a plastic shopping bag and a small cup of pineapple juice.

“I fixed the same thing for Dr. Robinson,” my pet said, “except for the juice. She needed coffee worse than I do.”

“Thank you, baby,” I said. “I’ll be sure to let my grandmother know how big a help you’ve been.”

The sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive was followed by the thunk of its door and a knock at the kitchen door. Marie got up and let Grandma into the kitchen. My grandmother had a little tote bag that looked big enough to hold a change of clothes.

“Good morning, Mrs. Robinson,” Marie said. “Please, come in. Would you like some coffee?”

“Thank you, Marie,” Grandma said as she entered. “Black, please. How’s Karen? Is she up?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marie said, pulling a mug out of a cabinet. “She’s showered and is having a bit of breakfast.”

“Good,” Grandma said, accepting the coffee as she took the seat across from me. “Why don’t you take these clothes to her? I need to have a word with Gary, then we’d better be off. I left Patricia on her own with all those girls and need to get back while the house is still standing.”

Marie took the bag and headed to the apartment as my grandmother took a sip of molten caffeine.

The door was barely closed and the coffee swallowed before Grandma started in on me.

“Tell me what happened last night,” she demanded in her Grandma-sweet tone.

I related the events of the evening — dinner with Marshawn and Shaneece, Karen’s wine consumption, dessert which we shared with Coach and Aunt Patty, sneaking into the ballroom, getting busted in the ballroom, returning to the apartment and my date’s bout of nausea. I did leave out the way Karen had acted, including donning the Paige Turner outfit, and my being more than ready to go before the party suddenly ended, though.

“I came straight to the house after I called you and haven’t been outside since,” I said.

“And you didn’t do anything with her?” Grandma asked.

“Grandma! She’s my aunt and she was drunk,” I said. “That would have been wrong on way too many levels. I’d be in trouble with you and Grandpa, Mom and Dad, my girlfriends and who knows how many other folks! It’s bad enough she’s taking over my English class for the rest of the semester. That’s just one more complication I don’t need. My life is crazy enough as it is.”

“Well, it’s probably going to get crazier. She wants to have a baby and I think she’s decided on using you to make it happen,” my grandmother said, shocking the shit out of me. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. I heard her say you’re the best prospect she’s found once she figured out Douglas got snipped.”

I don’t know how long it took me to obey her command regarding my expression, but it was at least a couple of seconds. It was a couple more before I could think of anything to say.

“You know I can’t marry her,” I finally said. “That’s against the law in this state. The whole consanguinity thing.”

“I didn’t say you had to marry her,” Grandma said.

“You seem to expect me to marry Marie if she gets pregnant,” I said.

“Yes, and Marie told me about your conversation on the subject,” Grandma said. “I’m willing to overlook a few details as long as you accept responsibility. Just like I expect you to if Jan Metzger gets pregnant.”

That damn near knocked me out of my chair. How the fuck did my grandmother know the blonde goddess wanted to have my child?

“I have lunch with Meredith at least once a week,” Grandma smirked as if she’d read my mind — and for all I knew she had. “She mentioned Jan has asked about putting together some kind of support agreement for a child. I believe the term was a ‘prenup without the nup.’ Good idea, by the way.”

God! There was absolutely no detail of my life these women didn’t share, was there?

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course there wasn’t.

“And you’re OK with that?” I asked, wondering if the sky was still blue on this alternate world I suddenly found myself on.

“More like I’m preparing myself for the eventuality,” Grandma said, grabbing a chunk off my half-eaten muffin to go with her coffee, like she was a member of the offensive line or something. “After some of the stunts your father pulled when he was your age — even before he was your age — I don’t want to be blindsided by another girl or woman making such a claim.”

Then my grandmother hit me with the knockout punch.

“And, as far as Karen goes, it wouldn’t be the first time something like that’s happened in my family,” she said as she got up for a refill.

“Huh?”

“According to family legend, my grandfather had a sister who ran off with a man who turned out to be their uncle,” she said. “Apparently, my great-great-grandfather had quite a few extras scattered around that part of the country in addition to eight or nine kids with his wife. My grandfather was born in 1902 — the seventh of 10 children that marriage produced — and the sister was several years older, so this would have been around 1910, probably a little before.

“The fellow she ran off with had been working there as a farmhand. It seems my great-grandfather hired any of his bastard siblings who needed a job whether he had enough work for them or not. Made sure they at least had room and board. Hal’s always said Douglas must have gotten it from my side of the family.”

Sounds like my — what would that make him? — great-great-great-great-grandfather had been one randy fucker if he sired that many children.

“Just be good to her,” Grandma said. “Like I told you, she’s never really gotten over your father.”

“That’s another reason I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said. “I’m not going poaching on another man’s turf. Especially my dad’s.”

“I think he’ll let this one slide,” Grandma said. “Your mother keeps him too occupied to worry about other women, anyway.”

I really did not need to hear something like that about my parents.

“She’s going to have to wait nine weeks,” I said, still hoping I could find a way out of this crazy situation. “I’m not going to do anything that would get her in trouble with the law. As much trouble as I’d get in for sleeping with her, it’d be that much worse if she had to register as a sex offender.”

With a little luck, there wouldn’t be too many opportunities for me to play stud bull for Karen between the end of the semester and her planned departure for Europe with Arlene and Jan. I could only hope.

“I’ll pass that along,” Grandma said. “I think that’s one reason she acted like she did last night. She always had to be the respectable, responsible one once she started teaching. This was her last chance to cut loose before she has to go back to behaving herself.”

Grandma took the rest of my muffin — take that, O-line! — swallowed the last of her coffee and rinsed the mug in the sink.

“I’d better go see how those two are getting on,” she said. “I need to get back. Your grandfather said he’d be in around 10. I need to get everybody else ready to head to the club. I’ll try to have Kirsten ready by 11:30. I was already afraid she’s going to try to one-up her sister. Now she’s got to outdo Karen, too.”

With a hug and kiss on the cheek, my grandmother let herself out. I just sat there trying to figure out the latest insane twist my life had taken — I couldn’t even put this in my Donnie Darkner story; it was too unbelievable — as I absentmindedly finished the last of the fruit. I never even came close to opening the yogurt.

Marie came back just minutes before I heard the thunk of two car doors and the sound of an engine being cranked. The little waif had two small scraps of fabric in her hand — one black, the other white — which she carried into the laundry room.

Oh, God. The Paige Turner outfit.

“I hope my grandmother didn’t see that,” I said as my pet looked at the labels for washing instructions.

“Not unless she dug through your hamper,” Marie said. “I put your bedding on top of it when I went to get Dr. Robinson in the shower earlier. Mrs. Robinson didn’t even start lecturing her while I was there.”