Quarantined with Kell, Part V - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part V

... know.” And in that moment, I did know.

We kissed, then Kell took my hand and we walked back inside. Bridget was still sitting in her chair, sipping wine, as Kell and I sat down on the couch.

“I have one other question,” Bridget said.

“Okay, shoot,” Kell answered.

“Are those photos still around?”

“What photos?”

“From when my mother fucked my grandfather.”

“I’ve never seen them myself. I assume they’re burned. Twenty-five years ago if you blackmailed someone with photos you usually gave them the negatives once you got your money. I doubt they are around.”

“I don’t know,” Bridget said. “Mom is pretty savvy. I bet she kept copies just in case.”

I disagreed. “How could she possibly have kept copies all these years with two nosy kids running around the house? I think it would have been impossible.”

“I don’t know. If you were our mom and were trying to hide something like that, where would you keep it?”

“Where ever it may be, it’s private and we shouldn’t go snooping around,” I said.

“We can put them back when we’re done,” Bridget responded. “Nobody will ever know.”

I looked at Kell, she agreed. “We should respect Bella’s wishes and let it be.”

Bridget pouted, then brightened. “That locked trunk, the one in the attic. I bet it’s in there. We’ve always been told to keep out of it.”

“It’s locked, Bridge,” I said. “And none of use knows how to pick locks.”

“Maybe the key is in her room or her desk somewhere. I bet it’s in her ...

... bureau.”

“We’re not going through our mother’s underwear drawer looking for the key,” I responded.

“Maybe you won’t but I will.” She tossed back the rest of her wine glass, refilled it, and headed up the stairs.

“Bridget!” Kell and I yelled, practically simultaneously, but it was too late. Bridget was already pounding up the stairs, drink in hand.

I swore, filled my own wine glass, and followed Bridget. Behind me, Kell also swore and said “I’ll bring the wine.” She trailed me up the stairs, glass in one hand, bottle in the other.

When I got to my parent’s room, Bridget already had the top left drawer in my mother’s bureau pulled open and was gently feeling around, trying not to disturb the clothes any more than she needed to. She went through all three drawers on the left side of the chest to no avail. They mostly contained sweaters, a couple of tops, and some sweats.

The top drawer of the right side was my mother’s underwear drawer. Bridget dug around for a moment, finally exclaiming “A-ha!” and pulling out a small key ring with three keys on it. One of them looked suspiciously like a padlock key.

“I bet this is it!” she said triumphantly. “Let’s go!”

“Hold on,” I said. “Let’s stop and consider what we are doing. We’re invading our mother’s privacy, bringing to light events she would probably prefer to leave buried, and probably are about to look at pictures of our mother and grandfather having sex. Do we really want that?”

“Back when they were young and hot?” ...