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1919 When a girl comes knocking on my door claiming to be my granddaughter, I'm dubious. But when she tells me things that no one else but my son would know, I relent and take her in. She's nineteen years old and promises to become a beauty of the first water. And it's going to be the most difficult time of my life. Good lord! It's going to take very bit of discipline I have to keep my hands to myself!

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“I see. Tell me all about your life with Alex.”

Ahh, she smiles so brightly at his name that her eyes well up with tears.

“Things were never easy for us. My mother died from consumption when I was only five, and neighbors pretty much raised me while Papa looked for work. I’m sorry to say that his dreams were never realized and we lived hand to mouth ever since I can remember. However, there was always love in our home. Papa adored me and took the best care of me that he could, under the circumstances.

“He was stricken with consumption, too, but it took him very quickly, thank God. And now I’m here with you.”

“So, you are penniless, own only the clothes on your back, and traveled from where?”

“Baltimore, sir.”

“And what did Alex do there?”

“He delivered fresh seafood door-to door In Baltimore.”

My heart is breaking all over again for my son’s plight. Why didn’t he listen to me? Why didn’t he take my advice at the time? Was I such an ogre that he would run away from me?

“Pardon me for a moment, will you?” She nods. I go find Holmes and tell him with dire warning to not tell anyone about Emmy. Not even the other servants. No one is to know we are related. For emphasis, I threaten to sack him with no reference or pension. That should do it.

“Ahh, the tray has arrived. Let’s eat, Emmy. I’m famished.”

There are sandwiches, and potato salad, along with cold, sweet tea, and some still fragrant molasses cookies. Cook always aims to please.

All Emmy can do is stare at the tray. “Go ahead, Emmy, eat.”

I pick up a cucumber sandwich and begin eating. Soon, she follows suit.

“Mmm, delicious,” she says, forgetting her shyness.

“Very…there are some chicken salad sandwiches, too. Eat up, my dear.”

Poor thing is so hungry that she hardly chews her food before swallowing it. My heart melts and I have decided to give her all the things her father could not. My poor son, Alex. How I have missed you all these years.

But that is the past, and now I have my granddaughter’s future to consider.

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by Ona Dare

Historical Erotic Incest Tales

Published by Lot’s Cave

Historical Erotic Incest Tales No.9

Take Me In, Grandpa, © 2022, Ona Dare

Cover by Lot’s Cave

All Rights Reserved

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel

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CONTENTS

Take Me In, Grandpa

 

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Other Novels

Incest Erotica

Family Exotica

Author’s Note

 

 

by Ona Dare

1919 Charleston, South Carolina

I’m exhausted. I’ve traveled from Baltimore, all the way to South Carolina, and it hasn’t been easy. My father only left enough money for me to get transportation, something to eat along the way, and nothing else. Before he died, he told me, “Emmy, tell your Grandfather that you’re my daughter, and remind him of my full name, birthdate, and that I left home in order to find my own way. That way he won’t be able to deny you. Tell him that I’m sorry about how we parted. And…and, tell him he was right.” And then he passed on from this world. Penniless, dejected, and full of regret. Mama’s gone, Papa’s gone…I’m an orphan.

Now I’m in Charleston and don’t know where to go next. Stopping in a drugstore to buy a Moon Pie and a Dr. Pepper, I ask the druggist where I might find Charles Everett Windham, he smiles and gives me directions, wishing me luck.

Charleston is a lovely place, full of history and beauty, and southern charm. When I find the house with the corresponding number I was given, I rap on the door four times with the ornate, wrought iron knocker, and wait. When it opens, I’m standing in front of a very officious looking old man wearing a black suit and tie.

“May I help you, miss?”

“Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Windham. Tell him it’s his granddaughter calling.”

The man lifts his eyebrow as if I’ve said something totally unacceptable, and then closes the door in my face. And I wait. And wait, until the door finally opens once more.

“Come in, Miss…?”

“Emmaline Windham.”

“Yes, well, we’ll see. Follow me.”

He takes me to a room on the first floor, probably my grandfather’s study, and I catch the first glimpse of the man. And he is nothing like I imagined. I was thinking of an old man with white hair and a wrinkled face. This man is tall and well built, a majestic air about him, and with a bit of gray at his temples. And…he’s very, very handsome.

“Hello, I’ve come to meet my grandfather. Should I wait in the hallway?”

“Who do you think you are coming in here claiming to be my granddaughter? I would have thrown you out if I weren’t so damned bored. Come in and sit down.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, tell me about yourself and why you think we are related.”

“My name is Emmaline Windham, but everyone calls me Emmy. My father was Bertrum Alexander Windham. His birthdate is…was December 18, 1880, and he left your house before his eighteenth birthday because he wanted to strike out on his own and not allow you to dictate his future. Almost immediately he fell in love, got the girl pregnant, and began the struggles that would define his life until he died.

“He said for me to tell you that he was sorry…and that you were right. About what, I don’t know. His dying words were, “Tell him that I never stopped loving him.” Well, that was my own bit but I thought it might help soften this man’s heart.

“When he knew he was sick, he pounded into my head that I should look for you and hope that you would take me in. I’m a bit stunned by how much he looked like you, sir. The resemblance is almost unbelievable.

“I’m nineteen years old, and finished with my standard education. I’m bright and quite able to learn anything necessary to become an asset in your household. So…what do you think?”

What do I think? I think Emmy is every man’s dream, that’s what I think! My God, she’s a strikingly beautiful young woman with the air and mannerisms of a much younger girl. And she’s petrified.

“What do I think? I think you look very much like your father. You are definitely a Windham. About taking you in? Hmm, I don’t know. What do you think, Holmes? I know you’re listening at the door,” I say, winking at Emmy.

“Ahem, well, sir, I believe you are correct in that she does look quite like her father. And she would lighten up this household a good bit, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I suppose so. Bring us a sandwich tray, would you? And some cold, sweet tea?”

“Yes, sir. Of course.”

“Now, where were we…oh yes, that you are my granddaughter. You say you have had standard education. What does that mean?”

“It means I have finished high school…um, with honors, sir.”

“Well, that’s no good, dear. I will hire tutors to finish you off. And where are your clothes?”

“I only have what I’m wearing, sir.”

“I see. Tell me all about your life with Alex.”

Ahh, she smiles so brightly at his name that her eyes well up with tears.

“Things were never easy for us. My mother died from consumption when I was only five, and neighbors pretty much raised me while Papa looked for work. I’m sorry to say that his dreams were never realized and we lived hand to mouth ever since I can remember. However, there was always love in our home. Papa adored me and took the best care of me that he could, under the circumstances.

“He was stricken with consumption, too, but it took him very quickly, thank God. And now I’m here with you.”

“So, you are penniless, own only the clothes on your back, and traveled from where?”

“Baltimore, sir.”

“And what did Alex do there?”

“He delivered fresh seafood door-to door In Baltimore.”

My heart is breaking all over again for my son’s plight. Why didn’t he listen to me? Why didn’t he take my advice at the time? Was I such an ogre that he would run away from me?

“Pardon me for a moment, will you?” She nods. I go find Holmes and tell him with dire warning to not tell anyone about Emmy. Not even the other servants. No one is to know we are related. For emphasis, I threaten to sack him with no reference or pension. That should do it.

“Ahh, the tray has arrived. Let’s eat, Emmy. I’m famished.”

There are sandwiches, and potato salad, along with cold, sweet tea, and some still fragrant molasses cookies. Cook always aims to please.

All Emmy can do is stare at the tray. “Go ahead, Emmy, eat.”

I pick up a cucumber sandwich and begin eating. Soon, she follows suit.

“Mmm, delicious,” she says, forgetting her shyness.

“Very…there are some chicken salad sandwiches, too. Eat up, my dear.”

Poor thing is so hungry that she hardly chews her food before swallowing it. My heart melts and I have decided to give her all the things her father could not. My poor son, Alex. How I have missed you all these years.

But that is the past, and now I have my granddaughter’s future to consider.