Midnight Encounter

You peek out into the hallway. It was dark...quiet... During your little tryst with Elsie and Chloe your mother and aunt had turned in for the night as well. There was no light coming from any of the doors. Fiona wasn't home yet, you weren't sure if she would be home. She could be staying over at Allison's place or possibly doing whatever she sometimes did late at nights. You all respected her privacy...but you couldn't help but wonder what she got up to when she was out and about.

You look down the hall to the bathroom door. No problem, just a few quiet steps and you'd be through the door. The group of you had cleaned up as best you could with tissues but a shower was definitely called for. You could feel the rapidly drying and crusting jizz through your hairline and eyelashes and all the nooks and crannies around your face and in your ears. Chloe had given you a good and thorough facial to be sure. Never mind the mess down below and on your stomach and chest.

It was decided you'd go one at a time to avoid suspicion. You being the messiest of the three of you were to go first. You turn and nod to the others then slip out into the hallway. With the stealth of a ninja you creep toward the bathroom door. You were home free...or so you thought.

Just as you get there your old bedroom door opens. Out waltzes...literally waltzes...your grandma humming some song you'd never heard before. Her arms out as if around some imaginary partner. The light may have been off but those two must have been still awake in there. You try to rush into the bathroom to close the door behind you, Grandma was hot on your heels though. "Hold up Elie belly, wait for me." She sings.

You turn to either let her go first or apologize for having to go before her when she scoops you into her arms and leads you in the waltz she was humming. Before you know it you have danced your way into the washroom. She clicks on the light and closes the door behind her.

You reeked of sex, luckily she reeked even more of pot. "Your dancing could use some work El, you have to learn to follow a lead." She says with a kind gentle smile. She was just wearing panties and a simple baggy rough spun cotton shirt.

You smile back, a bit stiffly. "I'm Jesse." You inform her.

"Oh!" She says surprised. "Oh...uh, sorry. I thought..." She trails off. It had suddenly got really awkward in the tight confines of the bathroom. Your grandmother was obviously still coming to grips with her grandson now being a granddaughter, you could hardly blame her. She finally says as she relaxes. "Ah, you're one of us now. I guess it's okay for you to be in here with your old granny." She laughs. You could see her eyes were glassy from the ****. She strokes your cheek. "I still can't get over how much you look like...oh my...your skin is so soft and beautiful! What moisturizer do you use?"

"Erm...uh...Chloe let me use hers." You stammer, internally cringing at your lack of quick thinking.

She nods. "Have to ask her about that." She is looking you up and down. Currently you only had on a light bathrobe.

You mumble. "I...um...was just going to take a shower." You point at the tub as if she didn't know where it was, you were hoping she'd take the hint and leave.

She nods again. "Okay, go ahead." She stands watching you, not seeing the need to give you privacy. "You girls sure were rambunctious in there." She stifles a laugh. "He he he. Bongo boobs?"

Once more you cringe as you **** yourself to join in on the laughter. You knew Chloe had been too loud with that part. "Eh he he...um...yeah. Bongo...boobs... Chloe is a funny girl."

She just shakes her head. "Ah to be young again. Sleep overs are great fun, aren't they?" Her glassy eyes twinkled with life. She then lifted the toilet cover. Pulling down her panties she sits down and begins to go pee. You couldn't help but notice what she was packing. It was shorter than most of yours, maybe about Chloe's length at best, but it was extremely thick. It's squat stout shaft and big bulbous knob was quite unlike any you'd seen before, not that you were a connoisseur of such things.

She looks at you looking at her. "Go ahead Jesse, I won't get in your way." She then continues on. This talking in the bathroom thing was still a new experience for you. You loved talking with her, but not right now with incriminating cum and love juices staining your body. She says. "Both your granddad and I are glad to hear you are happy with your...what do you call it...your procedure."

You nod as you lean over and get some water running, you were sure once you got in the shower you could bring this uncomfortable encounter to an end.

"I hope your mother has talked to you about, well, about everything. Your body is so much more complicated now. Before a young woman has sex there is a lot she needs..."

In a hasty attempt to cut short this subject of conversation you blurt out. "Oh, you don't need to worry, I've already had sex in that way Grandma..." You cut yourself off. SHIT! What were you doing!? She had you flustered and off your game.

She looks up at you with concern and surprise. "You have!? Already? Wow." She wipes herself and flushes the loo. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"No! That's not... Um...I don't like boys actually...um..." You were struggling in quicksand, everything you said seemed to make it worse. "I mean...um..." Your mind was grasping for anything, trying to find some purchase to get out of this sinkhole. "Allison, it was me and Allison."

Your grandmother's suspicious eyes hadn't left you for a second, she leans over and begins to wash her hands. "Allison? Fiona's new girl? I thought you said you had sex...in that way."

You trip over your words even as they fall from your mouth. "She wore a strap-on!" Jesus Christ, you just said the word strap-on to your grandma. "We...uh...had a threesome. Fiona and...wait...no Fiona and I didn't...not together....just us both with Allison and...Allison had sex with me. But Fiona didn't! Ha ha ha! Obvioiusly!"

Your grandmother begins laughing. "Okay, okay. TMI my girl. TMI. That's none of my business. You kids are far out." Her eyes drift down to the running bathtub faucet. "I meant real sex with a real....um...you're going to use all the hot water." She then continues on with the previous topic, leaning back against the sink and showing no signs of leaving. "You don't like boys huh? And you wanted to be a girl? That's interesting." She waves for you to get disrobed. "Go ahead, I've seen everyone in this family in their birthday suits, don't be shy. Used to change your diapers you know."

You were **** for a change in topic. As you disrobe you ask. "Say Grandma, um, El and I were wondering." You give her a guilty little look. "We were wondering if we could...try some of your, you know, your medicine."

Grandma was staring your chest, pointing to your cleavage she says. "Looks like you've got some flaking there...dry skin maybe..." She goes to step forward to check it out but you hop into the shower and close the curtain before she can get a closer look. You knew already it was actually dried and crusted jizm. You turn on the shower head and the slightly too hot water washes over you. She speaks up a bit to break through the hiss of water. "Yeah, we don't mind. It'd be good for you kids, expand your horizons. Doors of perception and all that. You might want to talk to your mom though, she's kind of a square. We wouldn't want to cause any trouble for you all."

You begin cleaning yourself as quickly and efficiently as possible, with a bar of soap you are scrubbing yourself furiously to rid your body of any evidence. Her head suddenly pops in around the curtain. "Oh my, be gentle with your new body my girl. You're not a rough tough man anymore." She then grins warmly. "Okay, I'm off to bed Jesse." You see her take a good long look up and down your wet form. "We are so happy to see you again. I love you my precious girl."

"Love you too." You smile. "Good night Grandma."

"Goodnight Jesse."

And with that she makes her way out of the room humming the same song as before. You let out a long sigh of relief. That probably could have gone better.