Grandmother's Bed: Chapter 6 -- The Final Chapter
Well this is the end of the road for the adventures of Sylvia and her grandson John. This final chapter explores how John's sister, Grace, becomes embroiled in the incestuous activities of the household in Lockdown.
I hope you enjoy it!
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In chapter five, John's older sister Grace comes to stay with the family during Lockdown in Sylvia's big nineteen-twenties villa. Her presence curtails most of the sexual activities that usually go on in the house between John, his grandmother Sylvia, his mum Valerie and their friend Nina. But as Grace settles in, and tentative and clandestine sexual activities are resumed, Grace (who has just left her husband) confides in John that she is unable to sleep properly at night and is tired, irritable and miserable because she is not capable of giving herself an orgasm. She asks John to help by coming to her room during the night to masturbate her. After a couple of these sessions, Grace suggests that she could perhaps provide a reciprocal arrangement for John... This is where we pick up the story.
It was another long day of avoiding my sister's eye and trying to behave normally when all I could think about was visiting Grace's room in the wee small hours. I was unsure about how it would all pan out; she was definitely much more relaxed last night than she had been the first time. And she'd worn a sexy nightie, too. What, I wondered, would happen tonight? I guessed that she would offer to masturbate me, though other possibilities did cross my mind. It also occurred to me that if Grace did masturbate me to an orgasm, there might be no coupling afterwards with Sylvia, or mum or Nina. Life in this house, I suspected, was about to get a whole lot more complicated. Of course, I had had the chance to say no to Grace, and I hadn't.
I spent a lot of the morning working in the office on the top floor just down the corridor from Grace's bedroom, though I heard and saw nothing of her. In the afternoon I went for another long walk, without Grace this time. Without anybody in fact. Nobody else seemed to want to venture out in this freezing weather whereas I rather liked it.
The evening was excruciating too. A load of old recycled crap on the TV. I read for a couple of hours then mooched around the kitchen, poking into cupboards and generally trying to kill time. My mother, Valerie, came into the kitchen as I was staring out of the window into the darkness of the garden.
'What are you doing in here all by yourself? Are you alright?'
'I'm fine Mum. Just bored.'
She came over and put her arms around me. Not a motherly hug but the embrace of a lover, her breasts tight against my chest.
'Mum!' I hissed. What if Grace comes in?'
'Grace has gone to bed and your Grandmother and Nina are playing chess in the study, so you can give me a proper kiss. It's been too long.'
Our lips met and I smelled my mother's scent, felt her full lips against mine and tasted her lipstick. Her hot little tongue darted between my lips and I opened my mouth to welcome it in. Acting mostly from instinct I cupped her denim clad buttocks and pulled her into me, our groins grinding together, my cock hardening.
'Come to my room tonight, John, after everyone's gone to bed.'
I cast around for an excuse that wouldn't sound too much like a rejection. It wasn't as if I didn't want to sleep with my mother, it was just that Grace represented the unknown. The even more forbidden perhaps. In the end I compromised.
'How about me coming to you in the early morning, maybe five o'clock. I'm really tired.'
Mum gave me a funny look. 'Ok, I'll see you in the morning.'
Eleven o'clock was the unofficial bedtime but I was the only one up as the grandfather clock in the hall chimed the hour. I was pretty sure that Sylvia and Nina had both gone to Sylvia's room, but I felt bad about going to listen outside the door. Besides, if they were, good luck to them. They'd be less likely to find out that I wasn't in my room.
I went up to my bedroom and read until midnight, flipping the pages meaninglessly, absorbing nothing. As the hour chimed downstairs, I sent a text to Grace.
Ok to come up? J xxx
The reply was immediate.
Yes xxxx
Outside my room the corridor was dark and quiet. No light from under Sylvia's door. I could imagine the two of them in bed together, maybe in a sixty-nine, licking each other's cunts. The thought made me smile as I ascended to the top floor and Grace's rooms.
Her door was ajar and I pushed it open to reveal her lying on the bed, the room warm and in semi-darkness. She was wearing the same dark blue silk negligee that she'd worn the previous evening. I was wearing a bathrobe, with nothing underneath it. She patted the bed beside her and I closed the door and went and lay down beside her. We turned out heads and looked at each other.
