Carrie asks grandpa to stay

Alone in the living room, Carrie looks at me with disgust. "You're going to let him just...do that to me?" she hissed, making no attempt to hide her anger. I look away, uncomfortable. "I mean, I...I don't know. I just...can't believe this is happening," I manage to say. She looks at my pants and noticed a stain of precum. "Oh, great," she spat sarcastically and disgusted. "You're going to get off on this too, aren't you?" Her words stungm. "Well, fuck you too, then," she said, turning away.

I follow her into the kitchen, not quite sure what to say or do. As she started to prepare dinner, I stand awkwardly by the counter, try to think of something that might help break the tension between us. Finally, I decide to try to make a joke. "So, uh, I guess I should be glad I'm not the only one whose life just got turned upside down here."

Carrie glanced at me over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in anger. "Shut up, you perverted... Just...just leave me alone." Her words were cold and clipped, and it was clear she didn't want me anywhere near her. I feel a pang of guilt, but I also knew that I couldn't just pretend none of this had happened. The tension in the air was palpable as I watch her move around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and tossing things into pots. I don't want to make things worse, so I stay quiet and try to give her some space.

After a while, she seems to calm down a bit and doesn't snap at me when I ask if I could help with anything. I start to peel some carrots, trying to make myself useful. As we work side by side I ask very carefully "are you saying you didn't like it at all?"

She sighed heavily, not looking at me. "No, I didn't. I mean...I don't know. It was just so...wrong. And then when you were all over me, touching me...it felt like you were enjoying it, even though I was...I was just...being used." Her voice trailed off, and she busied herself with stirring the pot. "To be honest, I was enjoying it." I confess shamefully. She glances at me, her eyes narrowing. "Enjoying it?" she repeats. "How could you enjoy that? How could you...?" She shakes her head, unable to finish her thought. "It doesn't matter. It's all just so messed up." I gather all my courage "I was honest with you honey, and now it's your turn to be honest. Didn't you enjoy it a little bit?"

Carrie hesitates, her cheeks flushing as she tries to deny. "I told you already. NOOO" trying to sound confident. "Not even a little bit?" I whisper with a smile. She glares at you, her eyes full of anger and frustration. "Maybe a little bit." she can't suppress a smile. "But I'm still angry, how he humiliated me." She sighed, leaning against the counter. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I just want this to be over."

"Ok honey, after dinner I will tell him he cannot stay here and must find other accommodation." I say with a sigh.
"No. don't. I.... I mean..." she stammer. She tries to hide her feeling and acting cool. "He's your grandpa after all. We can't just throw him out." she said nervously. Surprised by her reaction "Are you serious? You'd rather have him here, after what he did to you?" I ask incredulous. She remaines silent, so I add, "But I guess it's up to you. If you want him to stay, I won't kick him out."

She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip as she considers her words carefully. "No, it's not that... I just... I don't know." I look in her eyes "be honest with me. you like the way my grandpa treats you. Am I right?" She tries to avoid eye contact but you don't give up. "Am I right honey?" Carrie sighs heavily, finally meeting your gaze. "Yes, okay. Yes, I do." she admits. "And you want him to live with us?" I asked clearly and distinctly. She shrugs, looking down at the counter. "Yes" she whispers.

"Alright, then. Make your way upstairs to his room and tell him yourself that you'd like him to move in with us," I suggest. "I... I... can't" she says, her voice trembling. "I can't do that." "Of course you can honey." I assure her. "Just go up there and tell him you want him to stay. You can do it." I urge her gently, giving her a supportive pat on the shoulder. Carrie stands there for a moment, her shoulders slumped, before finally summoning her courage. She takes a deep breath and starts up the stairs, slowly making her way to your grandfather's room. I watch her go upstairs and wait in the living room.

I thought they need a brief five or ten-minute conversation before coming back downstairs. But one full hour went by and still no sign of either. But suddenly I hear bed squeaking and creaking sounds, followed by moans and muffled screams. Very quiet at first but they get louder by the minute.

I knew exactly what was going on. They are fucking. And not only that, but they were enjoying it. The thought made me feel sick to my stomach. How could they? How could Carrie, the innocent victim of his advances, be enjoying this? And how could he, the old man who had violated her trust in the worst possible way, winning her over? It all makes no sense.

The bed creaking grew louder and louder, and the moans and cries became more intense, more primal. I could picture it in my mind: my grandfather's gnarled hands on her hips, his rough beard scratching against her soft skin, his powerful body thrusting into her over and over again. And Carrie, my god, she was no longer the frightened, timid girl I had known for so long.

It's possible that they're just talking, sharing stories or something. Maybe they're having a deep conversation about life and how to move forward. But the truth is, the sounds are growing louder, more animalistic with each passing second. I can't deny it any longer. They're fucking.

"Oh, yes... harder... yes... FUCK ME YOU MONSTER!" she screams, her voice hoarse and raw. My grandfather grunts in response, his powerful body thrusting deeper into her with each stroke. "Oh, fuck yes... I'm all yours..." she moans. "You're so tight bitch... do you still want me to move out, you dirty whore?" he growls, thrusting harder and slamming into her, his thick cock stretching her to the limit. "No... please..." she gasps, her hips meeting each of his thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I... I don't want you to leave..." she confesses, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. "I want... I want yooooou..."

Her words seem to fuel his lust even more, and he turns into a wild monster, his powerful body slamming into her in a frenzy. His animalistic thrusts are like earthquakes and make the whole house shake. All of the sudden, there is a loud bang and for a moment I think the ceiling is collapsing. The mini chandelier in the living room falls to the floor and breaks with a loud crack. I jump up in shock. The noises from grandpa's room stop. Silence....
Completely confused, I try to understand what might have happened. I run up the stairs, my heart racing. I stand outside the door, frozen in place, my hands shaking as I grab the door handle.

Before I open the door, I hear soft giggles coming from the room. Carrie's giggles grow louder, and she laughs outright, the sound echoing through the house. I try to open the door, but it's locked. "Are you okay honey? What happened? Why is the door locked? " I ask hesitantly, leaning against the door.

"Oh, sweetie... um... well... your grandpa and I... we..." she trails off nervously, still laughing softly. There's a long pause, and I can hear them shuffling around in the room while giggling. I hear her voice "um... we were just rearranging his room.... the bed... broke... it's a little messy in here... wait a second", and I can hear her moving around inside the room. I can feel the blood rushing to my face as I try to hide the fact that I heard them fucking "WTF honey, open the damn door? And why is it locked in the first place?"

"Okay, just... just a moment, sweetie. I'll open it right up!" she says, her voice still shaky. I can hear her moving around some more, and then the click of the lock. The door slowly opens, revealing a messy bedroom with a broken bed. Grandpa and Carrie, standing there all sweaty. The musty air and the **** smell of sweat are difficult to bear. They dressed so hastily that she buttoned her blouse incorrectly. I notice the open zipper of my grandpa. He looks down and zips up his pants.

"Honey, we were just... um... replacing the bed, and... it broke," she says, her cheeks flushed while trying to suppress giggling. Grandpa clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. "Carrie and I were... rearranging things, and... the bed just...just gave up. It's... a mess in here."

"It's okay," I say, trying to reassure them. "We can fix it later." I take a step inside, but the stench of sweat fills my nose, making me gag. The air feels thick and heavy, and I quickly retreat to the doorway, trying to get some fresh air. Struggling to suppress the urge to vomit, I managed to say "Carrie I think your dinner is ready. Let's eat, but first, please do me a favor and take a shower. Both of you."