2 comments/ 58272 views/ 50 favorites Grampa and Evie By: blue_zephyr187 It had been a little over eleven years since Martha had left us. I'd promised her that we'd retire on my fifty-fifth birthday and we'd travel the world. Unfortunately, she didn't lived to see it. Back then, I was a mechanic, working on other people's cars and, at the age of twenty-three, I bought a broken down car for twenty bucks, fixed it and sold it for two-hundred and haven't looked back since. By thirty-five, I owned five used car dealerships and had hit the magic number - three million dollars. That's what I'd told Martha we'd likely need to travel and live decently the rest of our lives. Everything I made after that was gravy. Then, a little over a year and a half from my magic fifty-five, she died and took away my reason for living... and working, I guess. She contracted a virulent form of uterine cancer and neither of us realized how bad off she was until it was too late to do much more than say goodbye. At the time she got sick, I was very busy with the business and she never complained about any pain. A couple or times I had noticed that she held her belly, but she only waved it off saying that it was only her stomach bothering her. The problem was masked by the ulcers she was taking medications for, so we just chalked it up to that. By the time we got around to going to see a doctor, the cancer had spread to most of her vital organs, including her brain and it was too late to do anything about it. Within three months, she was gone. All I was left with was a ceramic jar with her cremated remains. I damn near gave it all up and followed her into eternity, but she'd said that if I did, she'd never speak to me again... life goes on. Linda and Charlie, my youngest daughter and her husband as well as their six kids were at my house so much for the first few months after Martha's departure, that it almost seemed as if they'd moved in with me, but their active lives kept me sane and whole while I recovered. Oscar, my only son, came home from Iraq on emergency leave. Rima and Rose, his wife and one daughter, flew in from Germany mostly to be with him. He'd met and married her when he'd been stationed at Flint Kasern in Bad Tölz, Germany. From what I understand, Karl, their next child, was conceived while they were here. The only people that didn't come were from Opal's family, my only other daughter, and that was Frank, Sr, and Frank, Jr, her husband and son. She and her two youngest came, Calvin and Eva. Frank, Jr was in the Marine Corps. He was some sort of DI or TAC at Camp Pendleton. He was pretty much like his father, a real asshole, so the Marine Corps suited him just fine. Frank had kicked Junior and Eva out of the house when they'd turned eighteen and, as soon as Calvin was eighteen, he'd be out on his ass as well - or so he'd stated. I don't know why I'm telling you all this, but... I guess I might as well finish it up. Martha and I only had the three kids, Opal the oldest who, at the time of this telling, was forty and settled in her role as timid, well-cowed housewife. Oscar was thirty-eight and a field grade officer in the US Army and Linda was thirty-seven. By then, Linda and Charlie had produced another four kids and they'd both had their tubes tied. Charlie smilingly told me in an aside that they both loved to screw and neither liked using any form of birth control. Charlie's folks were well-off and, at that point, Charlie was doing pretty well in the family construction equipment repair and rental business, so they could afford all those kids. Close to Thanksgiving day, I was feeling pretty bad. I don't mean sick bad, but down in the dumps bad. Martha had loved to set out a good spread during the holidays, and I couldn't think of how to survive through without her. We had a lot of grandkids, maybe not as many as some, but I think seventeen is quite a haul. Consequently, Oscar had tinkered around and built a removable wall between the dining room and living room and designed another table that he and I built. It was a damn good table... let me tell you about it! Like I said, Oscar designed it. That boy always had a pair of marbles rolling around in his head, not like his old man who could only think of business. Anyway Oscar designed this oak table so that it hung on the false wall like a huge wall decoration. The legs were removable and stowed under it along with an extra wide leaf. We would collapse the false wall which would leave the table hanging from the rafters by a chain and pulley system Oscar had found somewhere ready made. After installing and clamping in the legs, we'd lower the table and set it up next to the other table, insert the leaves in both tables and we were ready to set out the food. The kid was - is - a genius... and he's my son! I told him he ought to patent it, but he just shrugged and said that somebody probably already had and left it at that. But enough about the table. Around late September or early October, when the leaves were turning, I began missing Martha again. Her birthday was October seventh, but as she'd grown older, she began claiming Halloween as her birthday. Anyway, I went to our favorite spot along the river's edge, a promontory we used to visit to neck and fool around at as kids and, after scattering her ashes, laid a wreath for her. I'd finally bought the spot with an acre of land around it, and gifted it to the city as a park. I could have claimed the deduction on my taxes, but it somehow didn't seem right to profit from a gift in Martha's memory. Officials turned a blind eye to my scattering her ashes down the slope - it was against city ordinances to dump body remains, ashes or not. She'd loved that spot. After I came home, I moped around, watched some TV and thought of going on to meet Martha. I missed her so goddamn much that I actually took out my old .44 and played with it, spinning the empty cylinder and looking at the box of ammo beside me. However, Martha had believed that if a person committed suicide, they'd be stuck in hell forever and I didn't want that. Not that I believed in hell, I mean, a couple of tours in Viet Nam had been my hell, but I didn't want to chance it. I wanted to be with Martha and, just in case it was true, I kept the gun empty to avoid any impulsive action. I had no doubt that my body would be found quickly, Linda and her kids were in and out of the house as if they owned it. Which was another thing I'd been thinking about, but never mind that for now. In mid-November, I was spending some quiet time, expecting Linda and Opal sooner or later - today, tomorrow or the day after - to begin setting up for Thanksgiving. Linda, always the take-charge girl, said she'd already ordered the majority of the food from the caterers and that she and Opal would be cooking a turkey and a ham each. Martha had always cooked a couple of turkeys and a couple of hams, but after Linda's kids began growing, she'd farmed most of the work out to a caterer. The crowd had just gotten too big. They usually delivered the food the day before and the pies and cold goodies would sit on the kitchen counter or in the refrigerator - make that refrigerators - I'd had to buy another to accommodate my growing family. I loved having all of them around me, still the whole clan could have formed a couple of baseball teams and maybe a couple of football teams, too. Anyway, about the time I managed to doze off, the kitchen door slammed open. "Whoo-oof," a feminine voice exclaimed. "I told you not to carry such a big load," Opal fussed, "Daddy's here, he can help, you know." "Yeah, but he always wants to carry the biggest load and I don't think he ought to strain himself," Linda retorted. "Well, for God's sake! He's only fifty-nine. He's not an old man yet!" "He's still my Daddy," Linda sniffed. "Oh for... okay, we got it all in anyway." "What in the world are you two arguing about now," I fussed, walking into the kitchen. "Oh, Linda wants to treat you like an old invalid." She pulled open the big chest freezer and began stacking cartons of ice cream in it. Linda pulled open one refrigerator at a time, looking for space for the two turkeys and two hams sitting on the table. As I began handing the ice cream to Opal, the door flew open and Eva, Evie to us, shuffled in with two large paper bags full of things. "Evie!" I smiled, rushing to her aid. "Hi, Grampa," she smiled as I held the door open with a foot and took a bag. "Evie, how are you? God, I haven't seen you since the dinosaurs cleared out of the back yard." "I'm fine, Grampa," she giggled. When she'd been very young, she'd read about dinosaurs and, turning to me and asked if I'd had any dinosaurs in the back yard when I was growing up. She knew she was too young to have seen them, but she thought I just might have been old enough. We still laughed over that. As she came in, she laid a hand on my shoulder and puckered up, leaning toward me as I presented my cheek. She pecked me drily and I, in turn gave her a gentle peck on hers. "Anybody else out there?" I took a quick glance out. "Nope, but you're looking slimmer, Grampa. What's the matter? Haven't Aunt Linda and Momma been feeding you?" she set her bag on the table. "No, nothing like that - anything else out in the car?" "Nah. Just trash from the burger joint." "Oh. Well, I don't touch that." "Ya hungry, Dad?" Opal called. "No, I had something a little while ago." I rummaged through the stuff in the bags, mostly decorations for the house. Cut-outs of Indians, pilgrims, turkeys, wheat sheaves, corn stalks and such. "Calvin's supposed to bring some real corn stalks and some pumpkins from the store when he gets off work," Opal noted, "we're gonna decorate the place real nice," she took one final glance in the freezer and closed the lid, "you think ten gallons of ice cream's gonna be enough for this mob?" she looked doubtfully toward Linda as Linda puttered around with the coffee maker. "Well, I've got four pumpkin pies, four apple pies and four coconut custard pies coming from John's Diner. I figure if we run through all that, we've had enough!" Opal and Evie chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so," Opal nodded as Evie shook her head, "but these bottomless pits some people call teenagers, makes me wonder if we do." "Well, I'm going back to my TV," and gave them the old GI salute, "y'all do yo' thang." "Okay, Dad," and, "okay, Grampa," they chorused. As I settled into my easy chair, I listened with half an ear to their gossip. It went in one ear and out the other, but I do love to hear the sound of their voices. Even the kids - twelve of them at home - were a musical choir to my ears - arguments and all. I don't really remember what was on TV, all I was doing was enjoying the sound of their voices. As I lazed on the couch, I wondered how Linda's two oldest were doing in college. She had another, Michael, that would soon head that way as well. She'd told me that Mike had gotten a couple of scholarships, so his first two years were paid for, and Charlie's firm had offered to sponsor him and pay his tuition if he contracted to come work for them on graduation. He was the really smart one in that family. That was three down and seven to go. One of them showed a real aptitude for working with his hands. He'd be another Oscar, I mused idly. Smart and skilled. I was just beginning to turn to memories of Martha when, in the middle of my reverie, Evie came bustling up with a hot cup of coffee for me. "Thanks, honey," I murmured, taking the hot cup out of her hands. "You're welcome, Grampa," she smiled and settled in beside me on the couch. I took a slurping sip, smacked my lips in appreciation and set the cup on the table beside me. Evie, raised my arm and snuggled in against my side, wrapping it around her shoulders. "So. What have you been up to, hon," I smiled down at her, squeezing her shoulders to me. "Oh, about five-one," she giggled - she'd taken my standard answer. "Oh? That tall already," I chuckled. "Yeah, pretty near," she looked up at me and smiled softly. "I love you, baby girl," I kissed the top of her head and mussed it up. "I... I love you, too, Grampa," all of a sudden, she was fighting back tears. "Hey, hey," I whispered, "I didn't mean to make you cry, honey!" I pulled her into my arms, "what did I say?" "Everything I wanted to hear, Grampa," she sobbed, fighting hard to hold back her tears. "Okay, tell me what's wrong," I sat her up, taking one of her soft hands in both of mine, "did that..." I didn't give in and cuss, "that father of yours say something to hurt you?" She didn't say anything for a few minutes. "I'm pregnant, Grampa," she gasped, sobbing painfully, "an', an' Daddy... Daddy only said to go back to him. I don't want to, Grampa. I don't have to if I don't want to, do I?" she sounded so much like a hurting little girl that my heart went out to her. "Hell, no, honey! Dammit to hell, NO!" and brought her hand up to my lips, kissing her white knuckles as she gripped my hand tightly. "When Ralph," her boyfriend - fiancé they called him - "found out, he slapped me and punched my belly, telling me that I had to abort it, b-b-but I don't want to, Grampa. I don't care if it is Ralph's baby, I want to keep it. I don't have to abort it, do I, Grampa," she whimpered. "It's as much yours as Ralph's, honey and you're carrying it," I tried to lighten the mood, "and like they say in the movies, possession is nine points of the law," I tried to chuckle, but all I managed was a dry rasping rattle in my throat. Ralph was a lot like Evie's father, a real sonuvabitch. I'd never understood why Opal stayed with Frank - and I could barely understand why Evie had been so taken with Ralph. I hugged her, pressing her head to my chest as she began to cry. "I-I-I-I l-l-love you, Grampa," she hiccuped. "Yes, darling, I love you, too." I tilted her chin up and kissed her lips gently. I intended it to be just a dry little peck on the lips, but her tongue came out automatically and the feel of her warm wet tongue jolted through me like an electric charge. I hadn't expected that. I guess she realized it, too, because she suddenly opened her eyes and blushed. She started to say something, but moaned softly instead. I suddenly realized that I was no longer holding my playful, young little granddaughter. Instead, I had a very desirable, twenty-something woman in my arms. I eased my tight grip on her reluctantly, suddenly feeling bashful and shy and turned away quickly, trying to hide my embarrassment. After a short, awkward silence, I spoke up. "I, uh, I'm sorry, honey. I, um, I didn't..." "No," she pressed my arm, "no, Grampa, it's not for you to apologize," I turned to look at her, her eyes shone bright with a sudden awareness, "that was my fault. Ralph's always telling me that he wants a full kiss and, uhm, and... I guess it was just habit," I nodded, a little disappointed, but she didn't stop, "but it was a habit, that, uhm, that I, uhm, that I..." she turned red and looked away, but she finished what she'd started, "that I could really get into with you, Grampa." She suddenly jumped to her feet, pressing her hands to the sides of her very red face and dashed back into the kitchen. Without thinking, I watched her leave, checking out her lovely backside as if seeing it for the first time. She had a beautiful rear and as she turned the corner of the false wall, I noted that her breasts were full and heavy. Had she started lactating already, or were they just that way naturally? My two girls were still gossiping and, a few minutes later, I heard Evie's voice join in as they all laughed over some piece of private gossip. Then their voices dropped and I couldn't hear them anymore. "Well, you can certainly stay with me," Linda offered loudly, "I'll just move two of the boys out of their room. Maybe put Joey and Teddy in with Billy and Earl. Just gotta move their bunk beds in. The girls can keep their room, unless you'd like to bunk in with them, but three noisy teeny-boppers is too much for anybody to put up with, so -" "No," Evie interrupted her. "There's Daddy," Opal suggested, "the house has four empty bedrooms." "I don't know," Evie sounded so forlorn. Her sad voice got me to determine what I needed to do. I got up, picked up my empty coffee cup, as an excuse to barge in, and walked into the kitchen, figuring on putting in my two cents worth. "What's up, kids," I nodded, heading for the coffee pot. "Not much," Opal smiled. "I'll ask him," Linda turned to me. "Ask him what?" I grinned in return. "Well, Daddy, seeing as you got all this room and it's only you rattling around in it, we were wondering if Evie could stay here," she looked up at me expectantly. "What's wrong with Frank and Opal? Is he being his usual asshole self?" I took a quick sip, glancing around at them. "Well..." Opal started in defense of her husband. "Yes!" Linda nodded emphatically, "he told Evie that she needed to suck it up and go back to her man. Opal told me he said that whether they were married or not, he was still her man and she'd made her bed with him, so she'd best lie in it. So, um..." "Suits me," I shrugged and expanded my statement, "knowing Frank, Evie's still got her bags in her car, am I right?" "Y-yeah?" Evie stared at the table top shame-faced. "Well, you got four bedrooms to choose from, but the best one is probably Oscar's old room. He built some nice shelving and a stand-alone closet in it," I smiled, patting Evie's shoulder, "and you're welcome as long as you want to stay - and if you let me play with the baby, you never have to leave - if you don't want to. Shoot, I might even go so far as changing the diapers." "See," Linda grinned at Opal, throwing a hand out as if making a presentation, a smilingly smug look on her face, "it's all good." Evie had opened a door with the touch of her tongue on my lips, and I now really looked at my oldest daughters. They were both beautiful, full-figured women, built curvaceous right then, but I remembered how they'd looked when they were about Evie's age, both of them with nice, taut breasts, buttocks, legs and long, wavy hair. They were still just as beautiful, if a little heavier. But, hell, they were full-grown women, getting on toward middle age. I smiled to myself as I looked them over. Linda caught my smile and smiled back up at me. "What are you smiling about, Dad?" she demanded. "Oh, I just realized how much I love all of you," I smiled wider and took my cup of coffee back to my armchair. "Well, we love you, too," they giggled and chuckled. "That's my Daddy," Opal admitted with a shake of her head. "Yep," Linda agreed. As I set my coffee down and dropped into my easy chair, Evie excused herself from their gossip and spice preparations, saying that she was going up to pick out her bedroom and came into the living room behind me. "Grampa?" Evie slid gracefully into my lap. "Yes, baby?" I looked into her limpid gray eyes. "I, um, I just wanted to, y'know, thank you? I, I mean, I love my Daddy and all, but he can sometimes be such a pain and when he said that he'd already sent us out of the house at the legal age, and that he was through raising us and that we were welcome to visit like good neighbors, but not to stay and that we had our own homes, it hurt so b-b-bad," she buried her face in my neck and began sobbing all over again. "Baby..." I didn't know what to say or do, so I just held her in my lap, cuddling her in my arms and stroking her back gently as she cried. She really did love her Daddy, but he was just a plain asshole. He was quick to slap Opal and his kid's faces, but he rarely beat them. His corrections were quick, merciless and to the point. I guess I understood him, but it didn't mean that I liked him much or his methods of raising his family. Grampa and Evie "I'm sorry, Grampa," Evie wiped her tears off my neck. "That's alright, honey," I whispered, "it'll save water when I take a bath," she looked up at me, a silly grin on her face as I continued, "well, yeah. I won't have to wash my neck, now," I teased. She giggled and kissed my cheek chastely, no repeat of her earlier kiss. "I'll go get my stuff and put it in my room, okay?" she ran her hands over the cheek she'd kissed, making no move to get off my lap. "Okay, honey," I reluctantly let my hand slide off her back and down her buttery-soft buttocks. The caress was accidental, but she gave me a nose-wrinkled smile and wiggled her ass a little as she leaned into me, cupping my face and pressing her soft lips to the corner of my mouth. "I love you, Grampa," she gave me a the type of serious, smoldering look I recognized from years back when Martha and I were dating, "I really mean that, okay?" "O -" I stopped, cleared my throat and licked my suddenly dry lips, "okay, honey, I love you, too," my answer was almost automatic. She bent and kissed the other corner of my mouth, stood up, her face blushing red and quickly turned to go through the kitchen. At the door, she wavered and turned, going out the front door instead. For a brief few seconds, we - or I - had forgotten that she was my granddaughter and I felt my stiff prick pushing out my jeans. "God, had she felt it?" I dropped my head into my hands, "oh, hell, now what do I do? Fuck me! I want her." I realized that it was exactly what I wanted to do with her... take her into my bed and make love to her. Pregnant or not, I wanted her. But what was I thinking! She was my granddaughter. I was retired, although nowhere near retirement age, but I was still alive, with the needs that my good right hand couldn't quite fulfill - and I wanted her, lusted after her. I sat back, my eyes on the TV, but my mind on my sweet granddaughter. A few minutes later, she came back through the front door, lugging several plastic grocery bags. Without looking at her, I got up and gently took a couple of bags from her hands. "Any more out there?" I asked gently, still not looking at her face. "Yes," she nodded, "if you, um, would take these to, um, to..." I almost expected her to say my bedroom, but instead she said, "I guess Oscar's old room while I go get a few more, okay?" I nodded and carried them down the hall, depositing them just inside the door. Looking up, the outer door Oscar had installed, suddenly popped out at me. He'd wanted a private entrance so as not to disturb his mother and me when he was out late - his excuse. It opened out beside the driveway, so I walked out that way. As I stepped out, I saw Evie bending into the trunk of her car. She had beautifully rounded buttocks and her breasts looked heavy and delightful through her clothes. I hurriedly looked away, feeling my face grow warm. "I forgot about the outside door," I nodded toward it as I came up to her, "it should make it easier to unload the car. I'll have to find the outside key for the deadbolt, but it should give you an extra measure of privacy," I grabbed a few grocery bags full of her clothes and things - evidently she couldn't afford suitcases. I shook my head to myself and carried them in. Evie came up behind me, bumping her soft breasts against my back as I stopped abruptly. "Oops! Sorry, Grampa," she grinned impishly. I left it at that, more or less trying to ignore her, not sure if it was accidental or sexy teasing. We did quick work of unloading her car. As I stood in the middle of the room, looking around at all the plastic bags, she reached up and, pinching her blouse, adjusted the bottom of her bra, then pulled her collar aside and adjusted the straps. "Damn this bra!" she fussed, "damn my boobs. Since I got pregnant, they keep swelling and the bra just has no give!" I bit my tongue, trying not to say what I would have otherwise said as she fussed with it. Instead, I just turned back to the hall door. "Well, I'll go find a key, meanwhile I'll leave you to unpack your things, okay?" "Sure, Grampa," I could feel her smiling at my back, "see you in a while." At the door, I turned to smile and the same thing back, but my smile faltered as I saw that, although her back was to me, she had her blouse open, a hand raised high as she pulled the strapless bra loose with her other hand. "Good thing it's strapless," I thought, "I'd never survive her bare chest," and hastily shut the door behind me, heading for the kitchen. The girls - girls! I was calling a pair of late thirtyish women, girls - had put all the food away and had laid out the wall decorations on the breakfast counter. They told me - actually, they ordered me - not to mess with them, that they or the kids would come around during the next few days to put them up. I indulgently accepted their orders and kissed them goodbye. Their last words were not to worry about anything. All the food and decorations would be taken care of. Evie also waved at me as she climbed in her car and followed Linda home. Linda had some maternity clothes she thought Evie might be able to wear as she got bigger. I sighed and closed the door behind them. They had just about worn me out - and all I'd done was wander around and help a little, mostly with unloading Evie's bags. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Over the next few days, Evie's gentle flirting drove me to distraction and I resorted to my old ham-handed fist, jerking off exactly twice in three days. She was driving me nuts. I wanted her in my bed, but I dared not touch my own flesh and blood in that way, besides, these days the house always seemed full of people. But that didn't seem to deter Evie. It seemed as if she stepped up her campaign to seduce me - and seducing me did seem to be her intent - and it did seem to be a campaign. Her soft, sweet lips pressed to mine for any and every excuse. She was cautious when her parents or her aunt and uncle were around, but even if I had one of the younger kids in my lap, she'd bend and kiss me in passing. I fought with myself every step of the way, but it was a losing battle. Then a few days before Thanksgiving, everything took a hard turn into a raging river of lust and love. That day came during the middle of the Thanksgiving holidays when the grandkids were in and out all day. They went window-shopping, making lists for Black Friday, the day every merchant opened their doors to the Christmas shopping crowds - and came back to compare notes. My daughters and their husbands were also in and out. Frank was on the night shift and Opal had somehow managed to badger him into sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms, the farthest one from the noise, saying that she was very busy with the preparations. Frank, surprisingly, gave in. I guess he also enjoyed the festivities even if he wouldn't admit it. All that activity wore me out and I headed to my room for a nap. Although I didn't really mind, Linda promised they'd try to be as quiet as possible. I sighed tiredly as I closed the door behind me, kicked off my shoes and stripped down to my boxers. Throwing back the covers, I dropped into bed and, without covering up, rolled onto my side and fell asleep. In my sleep, I thought I felt someone or something warming my back and felt an arm over my side. I mumbled my love to her, to Martha, out of habit and fell back to sleep. I awakened a couple of hours later on my other side, a warm, softly naked body in my arms, her back pressed full-length along mine. I was still a little wooly-headed and pressed her to me, gripping her soft breasts gently and caressing the stiffening nipples as I kissed the back of her neck. Suddenly, I realized that this was definitely not Martha. Martha had long since departed this earth. I jerked back as if I'd touched a hot, cast-iron stove. "What th' hell!!" I gasped, letting go, my incipient hard-on suddenly wilting. As my wits returned, I stared at the back of her head, finally recognizing Evie's light brown hair. She turned her head sleepily to me and smiled softly. "Hi, Grampa," she stretched, rolling onto her back, her large, milk-heavy breasts staring enticingly up at me, "I didn't figure you'd mind if I took a nap with you. Daddy's sleeping in my room and all the other rooms are strewn with napping bodies, so I came in here with you." I could only stare, my hands trembling with the sudden desire to touch and caress her milk-full, soft breasts. "Grampa?" Evie stared with concern, then realized what I was gaping at and chuckled at my consternation, obviously enjoying my surprise. "They're getting full of milk," she sounded as if she was talking about the weather as she held her heavy breasts up and stared at them, "I've been milking them regularly. The doc says that from five months on, they'll just fill up like water bags," she hefted them and gave me the "don't-you-understand" look she used to give me as a little girl, "Grampa! I'm pregnant, what do you expect. I'm supposed to deliver in less than four months. Besides, I love you. Remember when we used to nap together? This isn't that much different." "Uhm, well, uhm..." I still couldn't find anything to say, my mind totally gone thinking that we had napped together, but never with her naked. "Wanna taste?" she offered up a breast, "please?" she bounced it up and down gently, "hm?" "What -" I cleared my throat, "what do you want me to do?" my voice sounded pleading even to me. "Well-l-l, I mean, j-just suck on it, please? They hurt when they get too full, y'know," she gave me a pouting pained look. I was still too befuddled to think clearly, so I did as she asked and, as if in a dream, I bent and took her proferred nipple between my non-comprehending lips and suckled like I had my now-deceased Martha's lovely breasts. She'd had the same problem when she carried the kids and I had tasted the delicious flavor of her mother's milk. As Evie's milk welled into my mouth, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to delicious taste. "Um-m-m," I sighed, not wanting to think, just suckling and drinking her wonderful milk fresh from the source. "Oo-ooh-h-h-h," she crooned, cradling my head to her breast and rocking gently, "that's so-o-o, good." "Um-m-m," I moaned, my mouth full of her milk. "Suck it all, Grampa!" she panted softly, "yes-s-s, it's so goo-oo-ood. Drink it all down, darling," her voice softly husky. When I got to where I could only pull a few drops from her right breast, I let go and nuzzled her left one. Evie crooned and held her other nipple up for my eager lips, crooning softly and huskily, rocking me again, until it, too, went dry. As I finished, I lay on her soft, pillowy breasts and wondered what the hell I was doing. Here I was, lying almost naked on my granddaughter's completely nude body with my head pillowed on her bare breasts! She turned my face up to hers and slid down enough so she could snuggle into my arms, pressing her face into the crook of my neck. "Thanks, Grampa," she whispered, "thanks a lot," she wiggled her head as she got comfortable, "that helped me no end. I couldn't find my little milking machine and I didn't want the milk to go to waste... did it taste alright?" "Uhm, y-yeah, uh, it-it tasted wonderful," I sighed and held her close, still a little dazed by what I'd just done and, to myself thought, "what the hell, too late to do anything else." I ran my hand up her back, caressing her lightly freckled, soft, smoothness and buried my fingers in her hair. As I gently caressed her silky head, she pressed her nose to my neck softly and kissed it. "I love you, Grampa," she murmured, sounding happy. "I love you, too, honey," I kissed the top of her head and snuggled her a little tighter to me. "No, Grampa," she leaned back and looked seriously up into my eyes, "I mean I love you - really love you. Understand? I love you so much that I want to be with you, always. I... love... you, get it?" she poked my chest with a small, long-nailed finger to make her point very clear. Once again I was shocked. I did love my granddaughter, but did I love her like I believed that she was claiming to love me? Maybe I did. She'd always been my favorite and I'd always held her higher than I'd held even my own kids. For now, I'd accept it, but I'd draw the line at having sex with her... that line crumbled a few days later, the day before Thanksgiving. — — — — — — — In the days before Thanksgiving, Evie and I quickly got comfortable in each other's arms. There were still no sexual moves from either of us - if you don't count that after everybody left for the night, she'd come to my bed, I'd suckle on her delicious milk and we'd go to sleep. So... the night before Thanksgiving, she finally reached down and took my stiff prick in her hands. You see, I hadn't jerked off in those few days she'd been sharing my bed, something I usually did every couple of days or so, depending on how horny I was. Her soft, compliant little body warm in my arms, she kissed my neck - her habit lately - and very matter-of-factly reached down between my legs and grabbed my stiff cock. "Keeping one of these for so long isn't healthy, Grampa," she smiled up at me. "N-no don't, honey," I grabbed her wrist, "we-we shouldn't -" "It's not like we're going to have sex, Grampa," she nuzzled the side of my chest, "all I wanna do is return the favor. I've enjoyed your lips the past couple of days, the least I can do is let you have at least a little pleasure - and relief. At least as much relief as you've given me." The whole time she talked, she stroked my prick, jacking me off gently and softly in spite of my gripping wrist. I groaned and lay back, caressing her soft shoulder as she worked. Her hand felt so much better than mine, gripping me just right. As I sighed, she looked up into my face, her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth as she smiled. I remembered that tongue habit. She'd always hung her tongue out, gripping it between her white teeth when she was concentrating on something, it was an unconscious sign of how hard she was working. I groaned and gasped softly. As she felt my balls tightening and my prick stiffening, she jumped between my legs and wrapped both of her small hands around my thick cock. "Oh-h-h, honey," I crooned, "better grab a tissue... I'm gonna... cum!" I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, not caring whether I splattered all over the sheets or not, figuring that I'd make a mess with or without the tissues. "Ah-h-ha-a-a," I groaned feeling my hot cum boiling up my stiff prick. What happened next was totally unexpected. At the point of no return, I felt her mouth close over the end of my cock, taking my spurting cock-head between her luscious lips and into her mouth. I tried to scream "no" as her tongue tickled the underside of my throbbing prick and she shoved her head down, taking me deep into her throat. I couldn't make a sound and only grunted as waves of pleasure washed over me. Evie gulped and swallowed. The muscles in her throat gripping my cock as she bobbed up and down on my spurting prick. As my gushing cum eased to oozing dribbles, I managed to regain control of my hands and grabbed her hair, intent on yanking her off, but all I could do was caress it. Feeling my spurting cock slow to a dribble, Evie licked up the sides, slurping up the shaft, cleaning off her saliva and the cum that had run down the sides. I watched her clean me off with mixed emotions. I loved what she had just done for me, but I also regretted that I had let her, but then... thinking about it another way, I'd lost my granddaughter and gained a woman. A wonderful, young woman who really loved me and wanted me... as a lover. "I do love you, Evie," I whispered softly, "I love you so-o very much." Evie glanced up at me and smiled a gentle, adoring smile. "I love you, too, Grampa," she slid up beside me and into my arms, "I love you very, very much." I could only smile, caressing her pregnant belly gently. "Um-m-m," she sighed, "I like that. I got a tummy full of my Grampa's cream and full of baby. Um-m-m-m-m." "Okay," I harangued myself, "okay. Just no babies. One will be more than enough. I'm getting too old to raise any more kids." "Dad! Daddy!" I heard Linda calling a few minutes later, "you in there," she rapped on the door. "Shit!" I hissed softly. Evie echoed me and pulled the covers over her head. "Yeah, I'll be out shortly," I answered aloud, "give me a minute, I'm nekkid!" "Ooh," she giggled, "nekkid, huh? Okay, but come down as soon as you can, we got supper ready." "Okay, honey, be there shortly." "Okie-doke." I turned to Evie and pulled the covers off her grinning face, leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. "Is that what you're after?" I whispered. "Among other things," she nodded, reached up, grabbed my neck, pulling me down on top of her. As our lips came together, she opened her mouth and suckled gently on my tongue, giving me a taste of my cum on her tongue as she pulled me to her. "Okay, honey," I sighed, caressing her cheek, "okay." — — — — — — — It was a good thing that we'd gotten that nap, because friends kept stopping by then we went to an evening Thanksgiving service at the church, then came back to the house and partied until late - or early, depending on your outlook, then... then that was it for the day, I guess. Some of the grandkids stayed over, but nobody really went to bed that night. The next day, Thanksgiving Day, we all woke up late. I'd fallen asleep on the couch and when I awakened, Evie was nestled against me. I could hear Linda and Opal and several of the older granddaughters in the kitchen rattling a few dishes around. I gave Evie a furtive kiss on the side of her throat, feeling her heartbeat under my lips, smiled and pushed her legs up to her belly, raise both her feet in my hand and brought them around behind me as I sat up. She groaned quietly and opened her eyes, smiling blearily up at me. "I had the most wonderful dream, Grampa," she whispered, smiling softly, "it was just wonderful." Calvin, lying on the floor, rolled onto his back, yawned and stretched bumping into one of the younger kids. "What happened," I grinned at him without answering Evie's unasked question,"run out of beds?" "Nah," he smiled back, "I got held up at work with a bunch of late minute shoppers, seemed like a lot of 'em waited until we were about to close before coming in for their turkeys. Anyway, you and Evie were snuggled on the couch and Billy, here was passed out on the floor, so I figured I'd join him," he stretched again and wrinkled his nose, sniffing at his underarms, "man, I gotta get a shower and some clean clothes." "I imagine you do," I laughed as I looked him over, still in his work-apron. He got to his feet, stretching as I reached for my cigarettes on the side table and offered him one. He smiled his thanks, took one and lit it on the way to the kitchen. "Mom," he trailed smoke on the way, "did you bring me some clean clothes by any chance?" As he left, Evie reached up and ran her soft, little hand along my in a soft caress, took my lighter from me and lit my cigarette. I smiled down at her and pulled her head to me, kissing the side of her face. "Let's see if I can round up a cup of coffee," I smiled at her. She nodded and patted my arm gently as Billy stirred and yawned, stretching hard. I got up and also stretched, doing a few twists to unkink my back muscles and headed for the kitchen in my socks. "Got any coffee?" I yawned at Opal. "Dad!" she smiled, "sure we do. Erin get him a cup of coffee," she directed one of Linda's girls. Grampa and Evie "How'd you and your baby girl sleep," Linda smiled, "I noticed you two are back as thick as thieves." "Yeah," Opal laughed, "you two always did have something special going on?" "I guess... and I slept pretty good," I took a quick gulp of the hot stuff, "I don't know how Evie fared on that lumpy old thing," I shook my head. "Aw, Dad, you're not old," Opal chortled, "lumpy maybe, but not old." At that they all broke into laughter. I added my laughter, waggling my finger at her. We bantered back and forth, with the kids joining in on the teasing. Calvin got the clothes his mother had brought him, took a shower and came back down. He and I, with the help of Linda's boys, collapsed the false wall and set up the hanging table. Once everything was set up, the granddaughters laid out the linen tablecloths and I kicked on the TV to watch some football as the women set up the food and we waited for our missing members to show up. As we waited on Frank to get off work, I got some of the food together and Evie, Linda, Opal and I carried it to old Mr. Mario Rey. He lived in a small apartment, had lost his wife a few years before I lost mine and was pretty much alone most of the time. He'd turned down my invitation to have Thanksgiving dinner with us, but I figured that the refusal was no reason not to share it with him, we had more than enough to feed a small army. I took him enough so he'd have leftovers to snack on later then we sat and chatted with him for a while, drinking some of the wine he broke into for the occasion. Once back at the house, we finished watching the football game and Frank finally arrived. We had a great time and even the youngest of the grandkids had a glass of watered down wine with their food. Afterward, we all settled down, torpidly snacking on leftovers the rest of the day and half-watching a few parade re-runs from that morning. For a change, Frank kept his big mouth and his slap-happy hands to himself, remaining pretty mellow and drinking conservatively. It surprised me, when I realized that he was actually laughing at some of Calvin's wisecracks about his favorite football team. The women and girls were talking animatedly about several of the big box stores beginning their sales at midnight and planned to go. The guys and I just shook our heads, turning down invitations to go shopping with them. Later, after most of us had taken naps and eaten a regular meal, the women and some of the girls went shopping, came back and we napped some more. However, the place seemed empty after everybody left. They'd cleaned the house - better than I usually kept it - the leftovers had been divvied up, the table hung back up and the false wall was back in place. Evie had taken off with Linda and her kids to go dig through some more maternity clothes, so I was by myself. The living room seemed a lot bigger, even with the false wall back up, now that the kids had cleared out. I got one of Frank's leftover beers and relaxed in my easy chair, kicking on the TV to see what was on. A few minutes later, I was snoring comfortably. Evie awakened me with a kiss on my cheek. "Ah-h-h," I grinned stretching, "the princess awakens the old troll with a soft little kiss." "You are not an old troll," she giggled, slipping into my lap, "you are my Prince Charming. King Charming these days, I'd say," she giggled again. "Old king," I smiled. "Grampa," she pouted prettily then giggled adding, "you're not old," she giggled again - kind of like saying that I was at least a king, but not an old one, "come on, ready for bed? It's getting late." "What time is it," I yawned snuggling her sweet, young body to me. "Quarter after ten, we can watch TV in bed... if you want to," she smiled. I looked up into her face. Did she still want to sleep with me? I had thought it was just a passing idea, something she'd done because maybe she was lonely. I still wanted her, my stiffening prick proved it. She stood up and took my hand, smiling at me. "I can feel how ready you are for bed," she giggled again, "come on. I need your warm body to sleep comfortably." I laughed and let her pull me to my feet. "Did you lock up," I asked, letting her pull my arm around her waist. "Yep," she nodded, "and turned off all the lights except for..." she flipped the living room light switch off, "this one. There. All sealed in and dark." "Well, I guess all I gotta do is brush my teeth. I'll shower in the morning. I'm too tired to do anything else tonight. The kids really wore me out." "Yeah," she agreed, "the holidays always wear me out anymore, but you know what?" she smiled brilliantly up at me. "What's that, baby?" "I think - no, I know... that this Christmas will be the absolute best I've had in a long, long time." "Oh? And why's that?" I grinned as she pushed open my bedroom door. "Because I'm here with you. I'm home. And home is the best place to be, you know?" "Yes, ma'am, I know," we walked into the bathroom and she let me go. As I reached for my toothbrush, she flipped up her skirt, lifted the commode lid and sat. I heard the splash of her pee, then a couple of heavier splashes. She looked up at me, smiling a little in embarrassment. I only chuckled as I brushed my teeth. When she wiped off, I handed her a warm, wet washcloth. She hesitated for a second, looking up at me in surprise, then took it and finished cleaning herself with it. "Washcloth works better," I noted after I spat out the rinse water. "Yes sir," she nodded gratefully. Without getting up, she pulled her loose sweater off over her head, giving me a good look at her well-rounded breasts in her soft, cotton, maternity bra. She caught me looking and grinned happily up at me. "Like it?" she hefted her breasts in the bra, "Aunt Linda gave me quite a few of them. I put them and my under-things in the extra chest of drawers by the bed while you were napping." The chest had been Martha's and had stood empty for a long time. "If it's okay, I'll hang some of my clothes in the closet. It's got oodles of space. You don't have much in the way of clothes, Grampa. We can go shopping after Christmas and get you some decent clothes, okay?" "Sure, sweetie," I nodded indulgently, "we can do that." I was tired, so I headed to bed with Evie padding along behind me, completely naked. I stood by my clothes hanger - a low wooden seat with a built-on hanger for a suit-jacket or shirt - and undressed. I watched Evie walk to my dresser drawer and pull out one of my light, nylon boxers, a shiny, maroon pair and turned to look at me questioningly. I nodded my okay and she quickly slipped them over her growing tummy. I paused and watched her, looking her over closely. She was beautiful. Her tummy protruded gently, only now beginning to stretch as the baby inside her made a space for himself - or herself. Her long, slender, coltish legs were exquisite. Her nipples were growing darker and thicker, growing coarser, her milk readily flowing when I suckled. Her areolas had darkened and enlarged as well. She was again full of milk which, having sampled, I wanted more of. She adjusted the boxers around her hips - which were also widening, adjusting to carrying the baby. She looked up and again caught me looking, and grinned, throwing her arms up and throwing one knee over the other like a model declaring a winner. "How do they look?" "A lot better on you than they do on me," I shook my head admiringly. She had such beautiful breasts and I wished they'd always be full of milk. I quickly finished undressing and, looking up at her approach, saw that she carried another pair of my boxers, a pastel blue pair. I usually wore boxers to bed, they were more comfortable to sleep in, usually wearing briefs under my regular clothes. Evie waltzed to the light switch, but I held up the remote control unit and flipped them off before she reached it, my bed side lamp coming on automatically. "Show off," she chuckled coming back to the bed. "Just making it easy on an old man," I countered. With the same remote, I kicked the TV on as she climbed in beside me. The news channel came on as I lay back on my pillows. Evie lifted my arm and snuggled into the side of my chest, lying quietly against me and playing with the remote control as I drowsed, watching the news. Bin Laden was dead. The economy was tanking. Obama had started his run for re-election to the presidency - nothing new it seemed. I took back the remote and set the timer to turn the TV and my bed side lamp off and set the remote control on the night stand, turning to Evie. "How's it feel to be home so far?" I murmured. "Pretty darn wonderful," she smiled up at me, "since I came here, it's been like a dream. The holidays used to be pretty dreary with Mom and Dad. He always found something to raise hell about, especially with me. The boys usually made out okay, but he always seemed to find something wrong with me." "I kinda noticed that," I sighed and kissed the top of her head, "however, he and Calvin seem pretty close." "Yeah, I kinda wonder about that," she sounded thoughtful, "they seem... well... too close, if you know what I mean," she pressed a kiss to my chest. "Um," I grunted in agreement, reaching for her soft breasts gently. "Ooh-h-h," she whimpered softly. "Did that hurt?" I hurriedly pulled my hands away. "N-no, Grampa, it's just that... well, I forgot to milk them today. Aunt Linda's old pump needs washing and I was gonna do that earlier and didn't, so I haven't..." "May I, then?" I grinned in the dim light. Her head popped up, almost banging my chin, as a bright, delighted smile crossed her face. "Would you? Please?" "Oh, yes-s-s," I couldn't help but grin happily, sliding down to face her beautifully heavy breasts. "Um-m-mh-h-h," she sighed as I pushed her flat on her back and mouthed a nipple, licking off the few drops that had oozed out from being jostled. I half-closed my eyes suckling and drinking her delicious milk. That baby was gonna be one lucky little sonuvabitch - boy or girl. Then realized that I'd have to get her in to visit a gynecologist - a good one, the best that money could buy. She'd told me that she'd been visiting the free clinic for the help she'd needed, but I didn't feel that a public clinic was good enough. As I greedily slurped her luscious milk down, I cupped her soft, yielding breast with one hand and caressed my prick with the other. She sighed and grunted softly with pleasure as I nipped and pulled on her nipple, suckling the last few drops out of it before switching to the other. Pulling my hand off my prick, I slid it up her thigh and bumped against her hand - embedded in her pussy. Without bothering to think, not caring at this point that she was my granddaughter, wanting only to feel her soft wetness, I pushed her hand aside and pressed the palm of my hand over her vulva. I kept suckling as I slid it up until I had three fingers spreading her wet, slick lips apart, pushing the middle one into her gently. "Oh-h-h-a-ah-h-h," she gasped, "oo-oo-ooh-h-h, Grampa! Gram-PA-A-A!" she gasped, "oh-h, yes-s-s-s." The last time we'd been this intimate, she'd sucked me off without asking for anything else, so I meant to give her a little bit of pleasurable payback tonight. As her first breast went dry - so to speak - I switched between them, suckling and nibbling them, gazing down on their beautifully, rounded smoothness. Her pregnancy enlarged areolas were beautiful. I licked them from top to bottom and side to side, nibbling gently as I felt their softly rough texture under my slobbering mouth. "Grampa! Ooh, Grampa!" she crooned happily. I sank my finger deep into her, not feeling anything and wondered, illogically, if the baby had pulled his legs up out of the way. Pushing another finger in, I began sawing them in and out of her, pressing my thumb on her clittie, caressing it. She gasped and moaned, then suddenly cramped, her pussy tightening stiffly around my fingers. "Um-mh-h-h," she grunted, cumming for me once more, "oh-Grampa! Ooh, that's so goo-ood!" Letting her nipples rest, I kissed my way up her silky throat, nipping and nibbling as she sighed. Reaching her sweet mouth, she turned to me and opened it, sucking on my tongue and, pushing hers at me, caressed my tongue with hers. "Oh, I'm so ready for you, Grampa," she murmured softly into my mouth, "put it in me, honey! Oh, yes-s, put your hard prick in me!" I groaned, unable to fight my lust and rolled atop her. Her soft, slender legs spread wide and her knees rose up under my arms as I replaced my fingers with my long, heavy cock, sinking gently into her slick softness. "Oh-God!" she gasped, "yes, Grampa, yes!" I moaned my lust along with a complete denial of my sin as I sank into her. "Make love to me, Grampa," she pleaded softly, caressing my face and neck, "make lots of love to me!" She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me softly, almost chastely, as I plunged stiffly into her. Her head snapped back, her mouth gaped wide in a long, silent scream as she kicked my buttocks with her heels, urging me deeper into her. Her small hands grasped air beside her head as I began rocking into her, her pussy practically fibrillating, clenching and unclenching - cumming as I fucked her rough and hard, my naked desire showing my lust. All my misgivings, all my qualms about making love to my granddaughter went out the window. She wasn't the little girl I'd bounced on my knee, the little girl I'd fed a bottle to, the little girl I'd held to my shoulder and burped. This was a woman, full-grown and pregnant, lying under me, taking my thrusting cock deep into her adult cunt. A woman getting as great a pleasure from my driving cock as any woman would from having sex with her man. As I pounded into her, I marveled at her softness, her willing acceptance of my lust. "Grampa-Grampa-Gram-PA-A-A!!" she thrilled under me. Her hands gripped my back, then released and gripped my hips, then reached up under my shoulders and hooked her hands on them, pulling me tight to her. Her head thrashed once, her mouth gaping open, as her knees rose higher, the soles of her feet slapping my hips. "Grampa!" she gasped her feet slipping down as she hooked her heels under my buttocks, pulling me into her. "Oh, my sweet baby," I grunted, "God, how I've missed you!" Actually it was Martha's love-making I missed as I subconsciously told her how much I missed her. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned in a whisper, "I've missed you, too, so very much! So very, very much!" The "oh, Daddy" was what Martha used to moan to me when we made love! Why Evie should respond with that or where it came from was anybody's guess. I knew her father had never touched her that way. However, I let it go and didn't stop. Evie cried out again, tensing tightly, her pussy clamping around my pistoning prick as she came again, then again. "Ah-ha-how-oo-oo," she wailed, pulling me into her tightly. "Oh, baby!" I gasped as I slammed into her one final time and came, blasting my hot cum hard out of my over-pressurized balls, "ah-h-hUNGH-H-H," I grunted thrusting into her hard and spurting, then again, thrust and spurt, cumming and cumming into her cock-milking pussy. "Oo-oo-ooh-h-h-h, d-d-darling!" Evie murmured, lying back and shuddering as I spent myself in her hot grasp, "yes-s-s-s, Grampa, fill me up, darling," her hands ran up and down my back, caressing my buttocks and urging me to fill her hungering cunt. A few moments later, I lay atop her, totally used up. She lay back, kissing my neck and shoulders softly and gently. Crooning incomprehensible love words in my ear as she rocked me gently. My tired, sleepy body began to reassert itself, but as I tried to slip off her, she held me in place. "It's okay, honey," she murmured, "don't move. You feel so-o-o good lying there. I love to look up at you and feel you on top of me. You are so wonderfully wonderful... my dearest, darling Grampa," then again, I heard Martha in my granddaughter's voice "rest on me, darling, I love feeling you in me." I felt her thighs sliding up my hips as, pushing up one of my arms at a time, she pulled her feet up and rested her ankles under my shoulders, her pink little toes caressing my ears. "Like it?" she smiled, clenching her pussy around my soft prick, "the asshole I left, hated when I did that, but it felt so-o, so-o sexy... ooh!" she giggled and scrunched up her nose as my cock twitched, "you do like it," and giggled softly as I nuzzled her neck. I was still worn out, but Evie caught my slow eyes and pulled my head onto her soft, silky throat. "Baby, I..." "Sh-h-h, sh-h-h," she shushed me, "it's alright. Go to sleep. Just lie on me. I'm good, my legs are fine. I've got a trick I wanna show you," she giggled again, sounding like an eager little girl wanting to show her Grampa a trick she'd learned, "I was taking gymnastics and I can kiss my pussy, you know? So if you..." In spite of the interest she spiked in me, my eyes refused to stay open and I dozed off. I heard her voice in my sleep and dreamed that I was fucking her as she stood on her shoulders - her knees resting on either side of my hips - suckling on my balls as I fucked her hard. About an hour later, I awakened from my dream, feeling Evie rolling her hips on my stiff prick as she fucked herself on me. Her soft moans of delighted lust filled my ears. It was a helluva realistic wet dream, I mused, smiling as I ran my hands under her shoulders and pulled her onto me, ramming my cock as deep as I could into her. "Ooh-h-h, yes-s-s, Grampa," she crooned, her eyes closed, her mouth gaping open with pleasure. I ground my hips, stirring her insides with my thick, hard swizzle stick. "Yes-s-s-s," she crooned, "yes-yes-yes, my sweet, darling, Grampa-aa-aa!" she wailed, her voice dropping to a whisper. Her hips jerked hard against me, still fucking herself on me as I she came again and again. I couldn't hold off any longer and sprayed my white-wash deep into her, trying to wash out the mucous plugging her cervix. "God, you're one horny bitch," I whispered, caressing the underside of her shoulders gently. She giggled and pursed her lips, pulling my head down and kissing my nose gently, rubbing her face all over it. "Yes, I am," she sighed, wrinkling her nose up at me, "and it's all your fault, you know that?" she shook my head gently. "Oh? Now how is it my fault?" "It's because you are such a sexy bastard," she nuzzled my cheek, "and I love you and, and, and I always want to be with you and, and the only way I know how to show you how much I love you is to have you in me." "W-well, I..." "Oh, Grampa-a-a," she sniffled a little, "I wish - I wish - I wish this baby I'm carrying was yours," she suddenly burst into tears, her voice trembling jerkily with her sobs as she continued, "I am SO sorry, Grampa! So sorry. So sorry that it wasn't you that got me pregnant." "Oh, baby..." I pressed my forehead to hers, totally bowled over by her tearful confession. Evie's ankles were still under my shoulders as I pulled her tightly to me. The ridiculousness of our positions as she wept didn't strike me as strange. Several minutes later, our situation, the positions we were in and the subject of our discussion reminded me of when Martha had been pregnant with the kids. She'd gotten moody - sometimes a little depressed - the closer she got to giving birth. I soothed her, taking one of her soft, sweet feet in my hand and kissed the sole, licking and nibbling until I finally brought a smile to her face. "That tickles," she grinned, wiggling her pink little toes. "Ooh, she not only cries, but she smiles," I smiled down at her, waggling my eyebrows mischievously.