Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sunday morning started off on a rather subdued note. There was no opportunity for any hi-jinks before Rosemary and I left for the hospital. I didn't even get an opportunity to watch anything of interest as the girls go dressed, as they took their clothes into the bathroom and dressed after they showered.

I really wasn't all that disappointed, as my Grandmother was weighing rather heavily on my mind. Our family has been blessed in that Rosemary and I have not been faced with serious illness or death among any of our close family, and the concept was rather foreign to us. To have our Grandmother in the hospital was a major thing; even though we had been assure she would be OK. I couldn't even remember anyone ever being in the hospital. I was in the ER once, when I broke my collar bone, but that is all I can remember.

I know it was really bothering Rosemary, too, because she hardly talked at all. Her clothes were the most conservative I've seen her wear in quite a while, also. She has never been one to dress in a slutty fashion, well, except for lately when Mom and Dad aren't home. Today, however, was radically different than normal. She looked nice, don't get me wrong. I think she would look nice wearing a burlap bag, but that's not what I'm talking about. She wasn't dowdy, just very demure.

I guess I wasn't a whole lot different, in that I wore a pair of Khaki's and a polo shirt with dress shoes. For me, it was almost formal.

Susie and Stephanie both gave me a big hug when they left for home, just before Rosemary and I took off for the hospital. We had just gotten into my Mini and I started the engine, when Dad pulled into the drive. I was surprised to see him, and jumped out of the car to see what was wrong, but Rosemary beat me to it.

"Hi, Daddy. What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing. Can't a man come home?" he asked with a grin.

"You know! How's Grandma?" Rosemary gave him a big hug, and he reached an arm out and pulled me into the embrace as well. We tend to be a huggy family.

"Oh, her. Is that why you two are dressed for a funeral? She's doing fine. No sign of any permanent damage, and they think it was from the blood clot, so there is no sign of any disease, but they'll be checking some more before she goes home."

"Why are you home, then?"

"I have to fly to St. Louis this afternoon. Did you forget? I've got to clean up a bit and grab my stuff. I'm also going to take some things to your mother. She plans to stay with Mom tonight, so Grandpa can go home and get some rest. Can you two 'adults' make it on your own for one more night?"

"Sure," I said. Do you want us to take Mom's stuff to her?"

"No, I want to stop back by on the way to the airport. Why don't you two head on over there? Your grandmother was asking for you. No, don't worry!" he said at the look on my face. "She just knows you are worried and wants to see you. Scoot on over, but don't stay long, please. She is fine, but being in the hospital is tiring enough, and talking with people is wearing. Forty-five minutes at the most, but leave after thirty if you see she is tired. OK?"

"Will do, Daddy. When will you be home from St. Louis?"

"Not until Friday, this time. I'm sorry."

"Me, too. I miss you." Rosemary turned and walked back around my car.

I shook Dad's hand and gave him a hug before climbing back into the car myself. He is a man I really admire. Although he has to travel a lot for business he is not stinting of his time with us when he is home. Neither does he try to buy our affection with gifts like some of my friends parents do. Sure, he gives us nice things, like our cars, but they have practical purpose behind them as well.

I know he and Mom put a lot of thought into what cars to get us, and they picked ones that went along with our personality and that we would enjoy. I loved my Mini, but there was no way I was riding in that little Bug. Nothing wrong with the Bug, but it just wasn't me.

I was going to have to pay attention to the way he did things if I was to be half the man he is.

Rosemary and I drove on over to the hospital. Neither of us had any idea what to expect, and we both were trying to prepare ourselves for whatever we found. About half way there Rosemary's hand found mine, and held it tightly until we pulled into the parking lot. It made for some difficulty shifting gears, but we made it, and truth be told, I kind of liked it myself.

A few times a tear trickled down Rosemary's cheek, and she sniffled a few times, but other than that things were pretty much under control, just subdued. When we got out of the car, but before going across the drive to the sidewalk, Rosemary buried her face on my shoulder and sobbed once. "Justin, what if she isn't really all right? She isn't going to die, is she?"

I put an arm about her shoulders and pulled her to me gently. "No, honey, she is going to be fine. Dad wouldn't have left if there was any problem, you know that."

"I know. I'm just a big baby, but I'm scared."

"Hey, there. You'll be OK. It's just the 'not knowing' that has you scared. Once we get up there, you'll see." I pulled gently on her shoulder guiding her toward the crosswalk. Once again, her hand found mine and grasped it tightly, as if to be certain I wasn't taken away from her.