Quarantined with Kell, Part V - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part V

I gulped. “Dad has Covid? How is he?”

“Just like your grandfather, sniffly and grouchy,” my mother said. “Your grandfather is just about over it, so I expect your father will make a full recovery too. He’ll just be a pain until he feels better.”

We wrapped up the conversation and hung up. I shook my head.

“This is getting scary,” I said. Kell nodded.

The rest of the ride was uneventful and, as expected, we pulled up in front of the house I grew up in just after 4:30. Bridget looked better than she had when we had chatted two days prior and looked more like the confident Bridget I had always known. But underneath the brave face I could still see hurt lurking. We hugged.

“It’s gonna be okay, little sister,” I said to her as we embraced. Kell came up beside and wrapped us both in her embrace.

We unpacked the car and moved into the guest room. Bridget had prepared dinner and we ate over a bottle of wine. Afterwards we retired to the family room, where we poured the rest of the bottle of wine into our glasses and Bridget boldly dug out a fresh bottle.

“Are you trying to get us drunk?” I asked.

“No, but I do want to talk,” she said. “Kell, I’ve heard you mention that there are things about our parents you haven’t shared with Jacob and I, things that we don’t know about. Why haven’t you ever told us?”

Kell took a sip of her wine and gazed off into the distance a moment.

“It’s complicated,” she said, finally. “It used to be you were too young. And now, ...

... if I told you, you might get the wrong impression about...well...things…” She looked at me.

“Things?” I asked.

“Yes...things.” Kell was sitting beside me on the couch, and she reached out and took my hand. “I don’t want something from the past ruining our today, or our future.”

I didn’t know what she meant. When I had decided to go through with the relationship with Kell, I had viewed it through the lens of two people who loved each other tossing convention aside and just being in love. That was it. I hadn’t considered that there might be a reason to think otherwise. A lump was forming in my stomach. Was there more going on that met the eye?

“Maybe you should just tell us and we can decide,” I said. Bridget nodded.

“As you wish,” Kell said, reaching for the wine and freshening her glass. “As you already know, your mother married your father at 19 and Jacob arrived just about a year later. Your grandfather has mellowed in recent years, but back then he was, well, challenging. He had a bit of a madonna-whore complex. He loved your grandmother, and was able to father two children with her, but he had a long string of mistresses. As soon as something became forbidden fruit, he wanted it more than anything else. The only reason your grandmother stayed with him is because he was a good provider and gave a stable home to Bella and I.

“When Bella, your mother, wanted to marry your father, your grandfather was opposed. He didn’t like your father one bit, he thought he ...