All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older
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I gasp as I suddenly open up my eyes, the room is dark as I sit up on what I imagine was my bed.
"It was just a dream." I say as I stand up. I take another look around the room, the darkness peering through my window obscures almost anything in view, the few things that I could make out looked gray, devoid of color.
"It felt so real." I again say to myself as I put on a sleeping robe.
I walk downstairs, the silent echoes of my footsteps filling the void of silence, I go into the kitchen and prepare some coffee, then I sit in the living room quietly lost in thought.
The hours passed by rather quickly, the sunlight beamed in through the windows, blinding me slightly as I opened my eyes again. I must've dozed off, I took another look around, I heard some noise coming from the kitchen, another from someone showering. I stretched and stood up as I heard a door open upstairs.
"Morning dad." Said Tim as he walked downstairs.
"Morning Tim." I replied.
As Tim entered the kitchen, Jen walked out. She sat down across from me and drank a cup of coffee.
"Good morning." I said to her.
"Good morning Jack, How'd you sleep?" She asked me as she took another sip.
"Apparently pretty good." I say to her as I look at her, trying to decipher in her mannerisms anything that might seem off. I wasn't one hundred percent sure if what I had experienced was in fact a dream. It felt too vivid, and I am not a vivid dreamer.
"You okay Jack?" She asked me as she put down her cup.
"Did we talk last night?" I ask.
"Not that I can recall, you went to sleep pretty early, you said you felt tired." Jen said to me.
It was true, I had fucked three teenagers and I felt spent, I am not as young as I used to be.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." I say as I hear the bathroom door open. I turn my head and see Allison walk into the room, a few moments later she walks downstairs. I looked at her as my heart skipped a beat.
"Morning dad." Allison said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Dad, are you hungry?" Tim asks loudly for the kitchen.
I did feel hungry.
"Yes." I say back to him loudly enough so that he can hear me.
"Okay." Tim replied from the kitchen as Allison walked out holding a cup.
I sat and talked with Jen and Allison, not long after Tim called us all for breakfast, Jen being the caring mother that she is, decided not to wake up Chelsea and put some food aside for her. We sat together and ate breakfast, laughing it away. I smiled as I enjoyed the moment with my family.
Shortly after we had finished eating, Chelsea walked in, yawning as she did. Since everyone had finished eating they vacated the kitchen and went into the living room, I decided to stay. I looked at my granddaughter, her long blonde hair looked messy, most likely from having just woken up. I looked at her petite frame, she was wearing a black shirt that hugged her tightly, she was also wearing long gray pajama pants that made her nice, round ass pop out.
"Morning." I said to her.
"Morning." Chelsea said with a long yawn as she approached the kitchen table and sat down.
I offered her the breakfast her mother had put aside for her. I sat there quietly as she ate the bacon and eggs and toast her father had prepared.
"You okay grandpa?" Chelsea asked suddenly.
"Huh?" I said, not realizing that I had been ignoring her conversation.
"You seem a million miles away." She said to me.
"Me? I guess so, just lost in thought." I said to her.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Maybe." I say to her as I observe her beautiful face.
Chelsea smiled as she took my hand, making me feel like I could open up to her.
"Okay, here goes." I said to her as I fixed myself in the chair. I go over my entire dream, bit by bit, not leaving anything out.
"Wow, I don't know what to say." The blonde teen says to me.
"It's just a dream, but it's been bugging me all morning. I want to ask you, is that something you think you would ever do?" I ask her directly.
Chelsea takes a few seconds as she thinks about it thoroughly. "I don't know, I honestly never thought about it." She says then looks at me. "I have a question for you, would you want to know if I ever did it?" She asked me with the wisdom of words of someone much older.
"Honestly, I don't know." I said to her, and that was the truth, I don't know how it would affect me. I loved my granddaughter so much, but the fear of losing what I had with her always loomed at the back of my thoughts. She's eighteen, in college, I am sure there are things she has done that she would most likely never tell me.
I remember asking my late wife a similar question once, I could hear her voice just as clearly as that day. In her own sweet direct way of speaking: "Every woman has secrets about past lovers that they will never reveal to you. It's not because we don't love you- it's because we love you that we choose not to share it. There will always be a better lover out there and that's the unfortunate truth. Imagine if we did share that with you, then the men that we love so much would go crazy trying desperately to measure up to that remarkable and unforgettable sex. It could even destroy a marriage."