The Grandma
eyes took in every detail, from the metal gate to the gabled
ends
and Spanish tile on the roof. The gate was bordered by huge
stone abutments, which narrowed down to normal metal slats
and
posts made in the shape of spears. It was a typical
Victorian
era house, and he wanted it. He had almost married into the
Henderson family before Lorie and the rest of her family died
in
a tragic car accident. Nobody approached the property, they
feared the old lady. But he wanted it. As he pulled away a
wretched looking waif stumbled out of the bushes near the
gate
and watched him drive off.
cold winter wind. The wind buffeted her frail body, she
cried
softly to herself, feeling the cold to the very center of her
body. She looked inside the gate with watering eyes. The
cold
stone house inside looked colder than the chill winter winds
outside. For some reason it looked old and dead.
The gate clanged twice in the wind, then
opened slightly with
a screech. Robin looked inside again, wondering if the house
was
abandoned. With no more hesitation she hurried through the
gate
and ran stumbling up the front steps. She peeked through the
window but saw nothing, no light and no movement. Robin
moaned,
hugging herself as tear streamed down her face. She looked
inside once more and screamed when she saw the face of a
woman
looking back at her. The woman opened the door and stood
looking
at Robin.
"Don't just stand there freezing, come
in," the woman barked.
Robin hurried inside and sank shivering on the floor just
inside
the door. The woman pulled a knitted blanket from the back of
a
couch and threw it around her shoulders. Robin cried and
shivered while the old woman hurried out of the room. She
finally returned and helped Robin to her feet.
"How long have you been out in that
weather?" the woman asked
in concern.
"E... eight months."
"Oh my. You have nowhere to go?" the
woman asked, leading
Robin into the bathroom. The tub was half full of steaming
water. Robin shook her head as the woman's hands began
stripping
her. Robin resisted at first, but the water looked so
inviting
that she finally helped the woman strip off her several layers
of
filthy clothing. Finally she stood naked and dirty over the
steaming tub of water. The woman turned and grabbed soap and
shampoo. By the time she turned back, Robin was sitting in
the
tub.
Even dirty as she was, the old woman
noticed that Robin would
clean up very pretty with a nice figure. The ripples in the
water did nothing to hide the slender thighs and light brown
patch of hair between the girl's legs. Her tits sagged ever
so
slightly, not nearly as much as Laura's. The stink of the
now
dirty water became revolting. Laura was sure she could see
crawly things in the water, floating to the top.
"Soap up real good, then drain the water
and take a shower,"
the woman said, "Use shampoo and soak your head first, it's
the
best way to delouse yourself. The shower is the only way
you'll
ever get that body clean, but the tub will soften up the dirt
and
warm your body. I'm going to burn these and get you something
to
wear," the woman said, picking up Robin's old clothes and
stashing them in a trash bag.
"My name is Laura," the woman said on the
way out.
"What could possibly possess you to leave
home?" Laura asked
as Robin ate ravenously.
"My mother and I were always fighting,"
Robin said between
bites. "I finally left, I couldn't take it any more."
"Is this better?" Laura pointed outside.
"No it's not," Robin said thoughtfully.
"I left in the
summer when it wasn't too bad. She was always getting on me
for
being fat," Robin laughed, shaking the lose clothing on her
slender body. "Months of walking with little to eat make a
great
diet plan."
"Will she take you back?"
"I don't know. I have been wondering
about that since it
started getting cold. Finally I just wished I could die, I
didn't care any more. But every time I got close my mind
went
crazy and I wanted to live again. This is the first good
meal
I've had since I let the last guy get into my pants. They
don't
"I understand that," Laura said,
wrinkling her nose. "You
really stank."
"I know, I imagine that I can still smell
it, even though I
can't," Robin said as she chewed. "Laura, can I stay here
tonight or do you want me to leave after I eat?"
"You can stay as long as you want," Laura
said, placing a
hand over Robin's. Robin smiled and placed her other hand
over
hers. It was the first time she stopped eating since she
started.
"I'm sorry, this is the only bed in the
house," Laura said,
handing Robin a nightgown. "If it makes you feel
uncomfortable,
you can sleep on the couch, of course."
"No, this is fine," Robin said, stripping
down to her newly
acquired underwear and pulling on the nightgown. She smiled
and
twirled, sending the hem of the nightgown flying open. Robin
didn't mind sleeping with Laura, in fact it was comforting to
know the lady trusted her so much. Most people looked at her
filth and decided she was a thief, whore, or drug addict at
first
glance. Besides, the couch was only four feet long. Robin
plopped down on the left side of the bed. She looked up in
amazement and stared at Laura.
"Oh wow, it's so soft," she bounced on
the bed
experimentally.
"It's a feather bed, my husband Ben made
especially for me
before... Well they just aren't made any more, but I really
can't
sleep without it. I'm glad you like it."
"Your whole house is nice. It even
smells nice like a
grandma's house."
"It's a combination of old things, thirty
years of cooking,
and smoking, I'm afraid. Ben liked his cigars."
"How long has been Ben gone?" Robin asked
kindly.
"Wow, let me think. About a year, I
guess," Laura said with
a frown. She laid with a far-away look in her eyes then
smiled
at Robin, kissed her on the cheek, and turned out the light.
Robin was still smiling as she dropped off to sleep.
Robin opened her eyes and stared at the
ceiling. For a
moment she believed that she had been magically transported
back
home, but then the flowered wallpaper and the warm body
beside
her reminded her of her true location.
"Why Ben? Please, just for a bit," Laura
moaned in her
sleep. Robin turned so she could face the old woman. She
had
never heard anybody talking in their sleep before, it was kind
of
like spying.
"Touch me down here, Ben," Laura moaned.
Robin's eyes
widened when she realized what Laura was talking about. She
didn't even know that old women had sex. She thought people
stopped when they reached 40. The thought intrigued her.
Did
old people have sex like young people did? If so, why didn't
she
know it?
"Please, Ben, just a little," Laura
pleaded. Robin was
getting horny, but more importantly she was feeling sorry for
Laura. Then an idea struck her, one so revolting that it was
kind of kinky. Could she pretend to be Ben and make Laura happy?
She owed Larua her life, besides she liked the old lady a lot.
Robin slid down the bed until she reached Laura's knees. With
a
gentle hand she reached out and touched Laura's knee, rubbing
it
"Oh yes, Ben," Laura whispered in
rapture. This decided
Robin, she would go all the way. It was the least she could do.
She continued rubbing Laura's knee then slowly slid her hand
higher and higher, sliding up the nightgown beneath the sheet
as
she went. Before long Laura's pale white thigh showed even
under
the dim light beneath the sheet.
Robin moved closer to Laura's thigh and
gently spread her
legs, which had been clamped tightly shut. With the skill of
a
pickpocket she slid the nightgown up the far leg and looked
down
at the dimly lit white cotton panties. Robin didn't know
what
she expected, but the panties were very normal, not old
fashioned. With the gentlest of touches she placed her thumb
on
Laura's mound and began massaging gently, while listening to
a
change in Laura's breathing.
So far it was working. Robin began
stroking Laura's pussy
with faster and faster strokes of her thumb, more sure of
herself
now that Laura continued to sleep and dream. Laura raise her
left leg slightly, then opened her legs more, gently pushing
the
heel of her foot back and forth across the sheet.
Robin leaned over Laura's right leg,
rested her elbow between
Laura's knees, and pulling the crotch of the panties away,
she
slide the index finger of her right hand inside Laura's
pussy,
while continuing to rub her clit with her thumb.
Laura moaned and arched her back. Robin
smiled to herself as
she continued to rub furiously, while her index finger curled
and
uncurled inside of Laura's pussy.
"That's so good, Ben," Laura gasped. "So
good," she repeated
in a gentle voice.
Robin's hand was hurting in the position
it was in, so she
slid her middle finger inside Laura as well. It made it
easier
for her cramped hand, Laura gasped and gently rocked her
pussy
against Robin's hand. Then, in a restrained gasp, Laura began
to
cum. She hissed as she breathed, humping Robin's hand
furiously
until her orgasm lessened and finally quit.
Robin gently pulled her fingers out of
Laura's pussy, kissed
her bare thigh, and put her clothing back into place. Robin
returned to her place on the pillow, reached down and wiped
her
fingers on a sock, then snuggled into the pillow to sleep.
"Thank you Robin," Laura said with a
smile in her voice.
Robin smiled to herself and nodded.
"You're welcome, Laura."
Morning dawned bright and shiny. Robin
followed the sounds
of movement to the kitchen. Laura smiled and wave her to the
plastic and metal table in the corner. Robin loved it, it was
so
70's.
"Orange juice, bacon, and eggs," Laura
said cheerfully. "How
does that sound?"
"Like heaven. I don't think there will
ever be a day when I
don't enjoy food. I used to be fat, did I tell you that?"
"Yes, you did. Although it's hard to see
now. This is the
last of the groceries, by the way. If you want, you can go
shopping later for us. I never leave the house any more."
Laura brought over the two plates and
kissed Robin on the
cheek as she sat them on the table.
"As you know, I'm broke," Robin said,
wolfing down her food.
"I will show you a little secret later
and you will never be
broke again, child, I promise you."
"Why, do you own a bank?" Robin asked,
then put a huge
forkful of eggs in her mouth.
"Yes," Laura smiled and began taking
dainty bites of her
food. Robin stopped, frowned, shook her head, the continued
eating. When they finished Laura sat the plates in the sink
and
bare wall near the bookcase, and Laura stood looking at Robin
expectantly.
"It's a wall," Robin finally said.
"Look closer."
Robin did, and still saw only a wall.
Laura pointed at a
minuscule crack in the wall and pressed the wall next to the
crack. With a click the wall sprang open. The wall contained
a
thin metal cabinet filled with bundles of paper. Laura took
out
a bundle of paper and handed it to Robin. Robin found a
rubber
band holding the paper together. She slid off the rubber
band,
unwrapped the paper and found a huge bundle of money inside.
She
found clean and dirty bills, all in tens and twenties. Her
eyes
bugged out when she looked at the wall and tried to estimate
it's
worth.
"There must be millions here!" Robin
gasped.
"Probably," Laura said with a smile.
"I've never counted but
there is probably 30 thousand dollars right there in your hands.
We have collected over 100 bundles over the years. Ben and I
never trusted the banks after the depression, so Ben built
this
cabinet and we have been filling it up with our unused money
ever
since. This wall is mouse proof and the old wood in the
house
makes it dry. Help yourself, girl it's yours. So is the
house,
kitchen counter."
Robin gaped, trying to comprehend the new
world, and her
place in it.
"The property line goes back about three
miles behind the
house," Laura pointed toward the area opposite the road, "and
it
runs about three miles in each direction," she pointed up and
down the road.
"Bu... but what about you?" Robin
stammered.
"I'll stick around for a while, if you
don't mind. Mostly
I'll be tending to Ben. Uh oh, it's time for me to run. You
get
your groceries and a little for me. And don't let Junior
bother
you, tell him he has no claim here and Lorie didn't like him
all
that much any way. Take the deed with you, he'll want to see it.
Oh, I dated it for a year ago so nobody will ask questions.
Tell
them we met in... Panama City, Florida, it was one of our
favorite places, we vacationed there often.
Robin nodded wordlessly. Laura handed
her the deed and an
old but expensive wind breaker and gave her a push toward the
door.
"Remember what I told you about Junior,"
Laura said as she
pushed Robin out the door.
Sheriff Caddy slowed near the gate to the
Henderson place,
then turned on the lights and sped forward. Robin was just
closing the gate when he screeched to a
halt.
"You! What the hell are you doing in
there?" the sheriff
demanded.
"The hell you do."
"Whatever," Robin said, walking off down
the road.
"Stop right where you are," Sheriff Caddy
screamed.
"Hey, fuck you," she said, continuing to
walk.
"I mean it, young lady."
"So do I. Now leave me alone. What are
you, some kind of
pervert?"
"Do you have proof of ownership?"
"Of course I do. Laura just... she
signed it a year ago in
Panama City. What's it to you?"
"I sort of... well I used to know a
girl."
"Are you Junior?" Robin finally asked in
dawning
comprehension.
"Yeah, they call me that. Why?"
"Laura had a message for you. She said
to leave me alone,
Lorie didn't like you all that much anyway. She said you have
no
claim here, and to show you this," Robin fished the deed out
of
her pocket and handed it to the Sheriff. He read it, frowned
at
Robin, then looked it over again. It looked like the old
woman's
signature. He finally handed it back.
"I still miss them, you know. Laura used
to treat me like
her own son."
"Why doesn't she now?"
"Well hell, she's been dead for over a
year. Her, her
husband Ben, and her daughter Lorie died in a car accident.
It
was horrible. It happened down in Panama City, probably just
before she signed that," the sheriff nodded at the deed.
"Anyway, welcome to the community. Can I
give you a lift?"
"No... no thanks," Robin turned toward
the house. "I have to
check on something first. I'll see you later," Robin waved
over
her shoulder. Sheriff Caddy watched the shapely young girl
hurry
up the stairs to the empty old house and shook his head,
wishing
he was 20 years younger.
Robin hurried into the house and looked around. The floor was covered
with dust. Only her own footprints showed on the dust covered floor which
had been spotlessly clean moments before. Shaking with nervousness
she crept to the wall and pressed the area indicated by Laura. The
money was still there. The kitchen showed one clean dish which had been
used recently, and nothing else.
"Thanks Laura," Robin said with a shiver. She glanced around once more
before she went back outside. She would need food and lots of
cleaning supplies. The house deserved to be spotlessly clean.
While she was at it she could buy some transportation. Maybe a nice convertible.