Great 10X Granddaughter

~~~ October 30, 2024 ~~~

I was sitting in my recliner, thumbing through a photo album that my wife had put together several years ago.

She had given it to me for our thirtieth wedding anniversary - a collection of pictures cataloging our time together - all of the memories we had made through the years - and how our family had grown from just the two of us.

The book was showing signs of distress from the number of times that I had looked through it.

All of the pictures were stored on one or more devices, somewhere in the house, but I always ended up sitting here in my chair, thumbing through the pages of this book ... again and again. It was partially therapeutic ... something of a habit ... and probably something that I shouldn't do obsessively ... though it had become something of an obsession after she passed.

I studied the pictures and thought about our time together whenever I was missing her - which was often.

The doorbell chimed. I picked up the tablet computer, from the end-table beside me, and swiped the screen to unlock it. I tapped the app for the video-system that the security cameras fed into.

A golden-haired girl in her mid-twenties stood there. She was dressed nicely. She had a backpack over her shoulder. The glasses on her head made her look like a cute little librarian. Emily had been a librarian.

"Yes?" I said. "Can I help you?"

"Jim Knowles?" she inquired.

"Who's asking?"

"I'm ... a distant relative," she said, the corner of her mouth curling up at the end.

I studied her face. Her eyes were a stormy grey color. Emily's eyes had been grey as well.

I wanted to send her away - she was probably just selling encyclopedias to pay for college. I wondered, briefly, if kids even did that anymore.

Her calm, assured demeanor spoke to me, though.

"I'd rather not reveal my identity for the world to hear," she said. "However, I know a lot about you and can answer any question that would make you feel more comfortable about allowing me in."

"Any question?" I asked, a devilish grin claiming my face.

"I am extremely confident in my abilities," she said, her smile was honest - and gorgeous.

"My wife's name?"

"Emily," she said, without hesitation.

The fact that she answered quickly told me that she could be trusted enough to be allowed inside - but now I just wanted to test her.

"Her occupation?" I asked.

"Librarian," the girl replied - again without pause.

She could not see the grin on my face - but hers had grown even broader. She knew a third question was coming and the expression on her face told me that she was, indeed, confident that she could supply the answer.

"Her first position?" I asked.

"As librarian?" the girl countered. "Mavis County Public Library. She interned there while in college and was hired on, full time, the day after she graduated."

The girl did not smirk - but she knew she had answered well. Based on her expression, she was fairly confident that I would be impressed.

She was right.

"I'll be there in just a moment," I told her.

"I look forward to finally meeting you," she said.

I set the tablet back onto the table, pulled the fleece throw from my lap, draped it over the arm of my chair, and stood to my feet. Elwood, my wife's calico cat, raised its head to look at me as I stood. It was lying, curled up, on the right arm of the sofa. It got to its feet and followed after me - probably hoping for an unwarranted snack. The heavy socks on my feet scuffed against the hardwood floor as I made my way to the front door.

I peeked through the peep-hole - to confirm that my guest wasn't hiding a gang of miscreants behind her - and then unbolted the lock and opened the door.

The young woman was even more handsome in person than she'd been on the computer.

"Won't you come in, Miss ...?"

"Knowles," she said.

Odd that she shared my last name. There weren't many "distant relatives" on my side of the family - and fewer and fewer with every passing year.

I stepped back to allow her to enter.

"You should be Elwood," she said, crouching down and presenting the back of her fingers for the calico to sniff.

He began purring almost immediately, and rubbed his cheek against her hand. When she stood, he raised up on his back feet and pressed his front paws to her leg. I grimaced, seeing the thin cloth of the black stockings that she wore beneath her skirt - expecting to see him use her for a scratching-post - but he just seemed to want to be picked up.

Strange.

"It seems you've made a new friend," I told the girl.

She bent and picked him up, cradling him like a child. He curled up in her arms and began purring more loudly.

She stepped forward - out of the doorway.

I closed the door, threw the bolt, and headed back for my chair.

"I don't have much in the way of refreshments to offer you, I'm afraid," I told her.

"That's alright," she said. "We'll remedy that later. First, I need to blow your mind and then reassemble it."

"Is that so?" I asked.

She snickered and said, "It is."

I waved her towards the couch and dropped back into my chair. She set her bag down, and then sat - Elwood immediately curled up on her lap. The brown, black, and grey plaid skirt looked like it was corduroy. The thin white dress-shirt that she wore helped to complete the school-girl effect. The lace around the neck turned it back towards sexy librarian. Her golden blonde hair was done up in a bun - with a pencil stuck through it. The entire look seemed to be designed to remind me of my wife when she'd been younger.

"I'm ready," I said. "Blow my mind."

She gave me a brilliant smile and turned to her right to reach into the backpack. She pulled out a long, narrow, orange and yellow package about an inch wide and twelve inches long. She tossed it to me.

It was a Marathon candy bar - just the way I remembered it. I held the thing in my fingers and stared back at her.

"I haven't seen one of these ..."

"Since you were ten years old," she finished. "It's still fresh. Try it. Based on your descriptions, I couldn't resist. I bought myself one too, and I agree that they're fabulous."

The infinitesimal possibility that this was real pressed against the feel and weight of the candy bar wrapper in my fingers. I was compelled to find out if it could be true. I tore open the package. Inside was a DNA-chain of caramel, covered in milk chocolate. I took a bite from the end and watched as the strands of caramel stretched from my mouth to the rest of the bar that I held in my hand. The creamy sugary strands thinned and then broke as I pulled the rest away and began to chew the bite I had taken into my mouth. It was just as I remembered. Pure bliss.

I'm pretty sure I moaned.

The young woman's face was glowing as she watched me.

"I bought that candy bar yesterday," she said. "In a small-town grocery store, in Libertyburg, Indiana.

"That's impossible," I said. "There's nothing left in Libertyburg."

"It was yesterday for me," she said. "For the owner of the store where I bought the candy bars, it was 1979. I'm sure that you will consider my evidence to be a fabrication but I kept the register receipt."

I swallowed the mass of melted caramel that was in my mouth and set the Marathon Bar on top of the tablet computer to my right.

"You are very close to blowing my mind," I told the girl.

She smiled at me and scratched Elwood's head.

"My name is Emily Eileen Knowles," she said, enunciating each piece of the name - to be sure that I heard her clearly.

My dead wife's first and middle names - and our shared last name.

"I was born in 2172."

It took my mind a long moment to put the past-tense verb "was" together with the year - a year that was still almost a century and a half in the future.

"I traveled back in time to see you. You are my great-grandfather, ten times removed."

The first question bubbled into my mind immediately.

"Why me?" I asked.

"My father is deathly ill and the doctors think that you can help," she stated.

"How?" I inquired.

"I'm supposed to return with your DNA samples. They claim that they can extract what they need from those."

"Blood?"

"Semen."

"Is that why you're dressed like my dead wife - your great-grandmother - from when she was younger?" I asked.

"It's part of it, yes," she said. "Obviously, to get your semen, I'm going to need to be pretty intimate with you - so I tried to pick something that I thought that you would find attractive."

"You don't have an aversion to," I inquired, "as you say - being intimate with me?"

"First of all, I love my father dearly. Second, I'm attracted to older men. Third, I would like to think that - out of all of your descendants - I am the most like my namesake. I've studied her journals - as well as yours - and - well - when the doctors told us what they needed, I volunteered to come see you."

"I'm old," I said.

"It's 2024. Grandma is not here - so I'm hoping you'll feel less guilty about what we're going to do together," the pretty young woman said.

"How will you ... collect?"

"I have a fairly simple apparatus - with vials to hold the samples."

"More than one?"

"My plan is to make sure that I have absolutely everything that I need before I head home. It is not inexpensive to make the trip," she replied.

"You could just show me how to use the apparatus ...," I offered.

"I could ...," she said. "However, I was hoping to ... participate."

"With ... your ... grandfather?" I asked.

"I will be blunt," she said. "I am attracted to my father. Though society's opinions on some things have advanced, those types of relationships are still not socially acceptable. This adventure - while maybe not exactly being what I might ultimately crave - permits me to turn my fantasy into something of a reality - without causing grief for my immediate family."

I looked down over her body. She had done a pretty good job of picking something that I would think was sexy. It didn't hurt that she was cute.

"How quickly do you ...? How long does your father ...?"

"Regardless of how long I am here, I should return to my time with only a few seconds (if any) having elapsed between the time when I left and the time when I return with the material," she said.

I nodded.

"I brought a dozen or so vials with me and I would like to have all of them filled before I go back to my own time," she stated. "Assuming we can fill one per day, I anticipate being here for at least the next two weeks."

"So ...," I said. "Should I just ..."

I waited, unsure about how she wanted to proceed.

"I know you well enough to know that you can compartmentalize this," she said. "We could knock out these vials and I might even convince you to fuck me once or twice - and then I could go home."

I nodded.

"I can tell you, right now, that my pussy is already wet - just thinking about the possibility of getting you naked and having your hands and eyes on me - even before I get a little more of you on me."

The fleece on my lap prevented her from being able to see the evidence of what her lusty words were doing to my disused manhood.

"I would love to be able to seduce my father. I would love to be able to go out on a date with him, have a nice dinner, go dancing, and have him take me home to his bed and make wild, passionate love to me. I'm not able to do that."

I cleared a lump from my throat. The one in my cock needed to be straightened out - but I left it alone.

"Your journals don't mention my visit - nor do I think they should. They don't mention you taking a lover after Grandma passed away. I don't think any of what you and I share should go into your writings. That being said, I would very much like the chance to court you - or to seduce you into courting me. I want your seed in my womb and I want you to give it willingly. I want you to desire me as a lover. I want you to desire to give me your seed. I want you to desire to have me bear your child."

"My ... child?"

"I cannot fuck my father. I cannot have his seed. I cannot give him a child. I can, however, fuck his grandfather and give birth to a baby who is the closest thing to my father's child. No one but you and I will ever know."

I was stunned. I was so astonished that my swollen prick had even started to deflate.

"Will you let me court you ... or seduce you?" she asked.

"I think you already are," I admitted quietly.

I expected to see a gleam of victory in those stormy eyes of hers - or possibly lust. What I saw, instead, was warmth and affection.

My prick may have been deflating but now my balls were churning.

"Can ... can we go out to dinner together?" she asked.

"I ... I should probably shower," I said. "It's been a day ... or two."

She smirked.

"Want any company?"

I think I gaped at her. I know my eyes ranged over her outfit, trying to figure out what she would look like out of those clothes.

"I probably should just let you shower alone," she said. "I start ovulating in two more days and I really want whatever you've been saving up when that time gets here ... please don't ... masturbate."

Emily and I had been very practical about such things - open with those discussions - I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that this young woman who bore my dead wife's name and (somewhat) likeness would speak that way.

She had obviously taken a lot of time to learn about the two of us. Even if she didn't normally speak that way - which I would find surprising - she might know that Emily and I conversed in that manner.

My penis had returned to normal. If I was going to go shower, now would be the best time to make my move. I glanced at the time on the tablet. Emily had always complained that I took too long in the shower. Given my normal routine, it would be close to dinner time by the time I got out and got dressed.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Monika's okay?" she inquired.

I don't know why I found it so surprising that she knew the name of my favorite restaurant. Her face bore a "know it all" smile when I glanced at her. Again, it wasn't something haughty or conceited - just a simple confidence that she knew me better than possibly my own children. I shook my head at her, unable to keep the grin from my face as I laid the blanket aside and got up to head for the shower.

Forty minutes later, I was drying off. An hour after the young woman had invited me to dinner, we were heading out of the front door.

Her cellphone didn't work on our network. She'd had to load some app on my phone in order to call for a vehicle to take us to the restaurant. She offered to give me cash to pay for the cost but I waved her proposal away. I didn't have anything else to spend my money on.

I opened the door of the ride-sharing vehicle and waved her in. I felt a little guilty, studying her posterior as she climbed into the car, before I remembered what she had already told me that she intended to do with me - if not today - in two days' time.

Once I was in, she snuggled against me and it seemed almost natural to put my arm across her shoulders. Her body was thinner (and a lot younger) than my wife's had been, the last time we had sat together like this - but I found it odd how quickly I was becoming accustomed and comfortable with this young woman.

She gave the driver the address and we were off.

She smiled over at me, kissed my cheek, and rested her hand on my left pant leg. My penis lurched in recognition of the fact that a potential mate was touching me below the waist. I tried to ignore it.

We arrived at the pizza place. I climbed out and then offered her my hand as she exited the vehicle. She used my phone to tip the driver and then tried to return it to me. I declined her offer, telling her to hang onto it. She kissed my cheek again.

I closed the car door, she wrapped herself around my arm, and we walked to the entrance of the restaurant.

Inside, the hostess seated us and took our drink orders. The waitress arrived with our drinks and took our food order. My young blonde companion sat across from me. She laid her arms across the table, her palms facing upwards.

I placed my hands in hers. She caressed my fingers. It felt weird to be with someone again. My brain had acclimated to the information that the girl had provided. As bizarre as the science of it seemed to me, she had very effectively anticipated the questions I would have and had done the work (research and legwork) to be prepared to convince me that what she was telling me was true.

She sat quietly, smiling, as my mind and my brain battled one another to get me to where she (obviously) wanted me to be.

I hadn't held another person's hands since Emily - my Emily - had passed. These fingers weren't hers - but these fingers wanted mine in them. This young beauty wanted contact with me - holding my hands - more than that - but to hold my hands in public - with the obvious difference in our ages.

My mind tumbled over the age difference. If I were still alive in her time ... It was beyond even following that rabbit down the hole.

I heard the ringtone for my phone and the slender young beauty jumped a little. I slipped my hands from hers.

"My phone," I told her.

She pulled it from her bag and handed it over. It was my son.

"Hello, Brian," I answered.

"What're you up to, pop?"

"Dinner with a ... distant relative," I said.

"Oh! That's awesome! A cousin I might remember?" he asked.

"I don't think either of us have met her before," I told him. "She explained the relationship but it's ... complicated."

"Not a con-artist, though, right?"

"No ... no ... her story checked out."

"Good ... good. I'm glad you're out of the house. I'll quit bugging you so you can eat. Have fun."

"Thanks, Brian."

"Love you, Dad,"

"I love you, too."

The breadsticks came and we shared them. I only ate two of them. I was suddenly ravenous but I was so psyched about the pizza that I forced myself to resist taking another one.

The young blonde giggled.

"What?" I asked her.

"I love how you fight with yourself," she snickered.

"Is that so?"

"You desperately want another breadstick. Your fingers keep twitching - when you're fighting the temptation - but you are so obviously looking forward to the pizza that you keep resisting."

"You are very observant," I told her.

"I ... I hope I inherited some of that from both of you," she said, smiling sweetly.

It probably should have unnerved me, hearing her speak of my dead wife like she did but - for some reason - I found it endearing - but maybe that was just me thinking with my smaller head.

The pizza arrived and I suddenly feared that it wouldn't taste the same.

Memories of burning my mouth on the magma-like cheese urged patience and control.

"It will be very hot," I warned her.

She snickered.

"What?" I asked.

"You wrote in your journal about burning your mouth ... often," she said.

"Why is it that you get to know so much about me but aren't so forthcoming with your details?" I asked.

I held the slice to my mouth and blew across the top, trying to get the gooey goodness to coalesce enough that I could risk a bite. Waves of steam were still wafting from the top of the delectable delight.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

She grinned as she anticipated my response. I only realized what the smile was for after she mouthed the word as I spoke it aloud.

"Everything," I said.

Her glee-filled giggle was my undoing.

To sit with someone who knows you so intimately - who has already confessed their plan to have sex - no - to be bred by you ...

I found myself falling into her eyes.

"Jim?"

I shook my head to clear away the cobwebs. I must have zoned out. I was still holding the slice of pizza in my hand. It was easily cool enough to eat. I took a bite.