Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We crossed the street and made our way in the entrance and up the elevator to the fourth floor and down to room 422, where Dad had told us to go. Grandma greeted us with a great big smile when we walked in the door. Her hospital bed was raised at the head, so that she was nearly sitting. To say I was relieved is totally understated. She didn't look sick. Sure, she had an IV in her arm, but that is standard practice.

"So how are my favorite grandchildren doing? You didn't get all dressed up for me, did you? I'm not dead yet. Don't you know only the good die young?" If that was the case she had outlived her time by quite a lot. Grandma Stevens was one of the kindest, gentlest people you will ever meet. Being 'good' was just a part of her DNA. Mom inherited a lot of it fortunately.

We walked in quietly and each gave her a hug and told her we love her. She, as was her custom, kissed us on the cheek and told us she loves us too. We also gave Mom a hug and a hello. Grandpa had gone home to get a little rest. I guess he had remained awake most of the night, starting at every little thing, no matter how well he had told us Grandma was doing. They are fun to watch together, being so in love they still hold hands when out and about. I hope I find someone I can last with for over forty years, and still want to hold hands. Of course, Grandpa says it is to keep her from running away, and Grandma says it is to keep him from chasing the girls.

We were uncertain as to what to do, so we sat, ill at ease talking with Grandma and Mom until Grandma finally put our minds to rest. We had been there for about thirty minutes or so when Dad came back with a small bag for Mom. Grandma seemed rather quiet and still for a few minutes, and Dad just looked over at us and nodded at Grandma. We took that as our cue to call it a day and go home. We each gave her a hug and kiss and promised to look in on her and left.

Dad walked out to the hallway with us. "See? I told you she was OK. She just needs to rest and recover a bit, but will probably go home in the next day or two. Your Mom may need to spend a little extra time over there for a few days, so do what you can to help out at the house, OK? Don't leave dishes or laundry for her to do."

He reached an arm around each of us and pulled us close. "I'm glad I can count on you to behave and keep up with things. I love you kids. See you Friday, OK?"

"Sure, Dad. We'll take care of things. You don't have to worry," Rosemary assured him. I just nodded.

"All right. You kids get on out of here then. Drop in tomorrow after school if you want. Again, keep it short. If she has visitors and look tired, just say your 'Hi's' and claim you have to do homework or something. The biggest thing she needs is rest." He gave us another squeeze, then turned and walked back into Grandma's room.

Rosemary was pensive on the walk back to the car. When we got to the Mini she sat down in her seat and grabbed my hand. Laying her head on my shoulder she let out a big sigh. "That was really hard. I don't like to see Grandma sick like that, but I'm glad she's going to be OK. I'm so relieved I don't know what to do."

I just nodded and started the car for the drive back home. Again, Rosemary held my hand the whole way home. I don't know if she was just needing reassurance, or why she held it, but once again, I liked it. Once we arrived at home Rosemary said, "I've got to get out of these clothes! I feel like I'm wearing mourning rags or something," and she shivered. Something seemed on her mind as she went directly to her room. I wasn't far behind in going to get changed myself, but first thing when I went in my room and closed the door I turned on my monitor, for the feed from the Koala.

At first, Rosemary sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off her shoes; then again looking pensive she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, showing the camisole she was wearing under it. She was deeply lost in thought as she undid each button, and I noted tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. "Mr. Koala, I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose my Grandma." She sniffed a time or two and reached over for a couple of tissues to pat her eyes dry. Girls are so funny. Even at times like this, and when they are at home changing down, they have to be so careful not to smudge the make-up they are going to take off in just a few minutes.

Rosemary reached over and stroked the Koala as she continued to sit and think. "I don't know what I would have done without Justin. I'm glad he was strong and able to help me. It's funny, Mr. Koala, but him giving me you is when I noticed how special he is. We just kind of went our own ways before, but now it's different." She pulled her shirt, untucking it from her waist as she said, "I need to find something special to do for him. Something to show him how special he is and what he means to me." Meantime, she stood and unzipped her slacks and slowly slid them down her legs. "What can I do?"

I had dropped my pants and underwear right away, and was working one-handed on pulling my shirt over my head, being careful to not lose sight of the monitor any more than absolutely necessary, and holding my turgid cock in my other hand. Was I at last going to see what I have been waiting for so impatiently since our birthdays?

Rosemary stepped out of her pants, and turning laid them on her bed carefully before slipping a hanger under the legs to hang it up. She walked slowly, thinking, over to her closet, wearing only her bikini underwear and camisole top. The more I saw of her, the more beautiful she became to me. On the one hand I was ashamed of myself for spying like this, but on the other I couldn't tear myself away. She hung the pants on the rail and turned, facing directly toward the Koala and grasped the bottom of her camisole and started lifting.

My breath hung in my throat. At last! She was still deep in thought as she was lifting the hem up to her boobs, and the trailing material rose along behind her hands up to the bottom swell of her breasts when she stopped and slowly lowered it back down. If I didn't know better I would think she knew about the camera, and was just playing with my mind, but her thoughtfulness as she lowered the camisole back down belied any knowledge of the Koala's double duty.

"No, that won't work," she muttered as she moved slowly back across the room to sit on her bed before the Koala once again. "Mr. Koala, what can I do for Justin?" She gathered the hem of the camisole between her fingers and slowly rolled it up and down as she thought. Her tugging on the cloth pulled it tighter across her nipples, and then as she loosened it, it would pop back up, causing them to bounce gently, but delightfully. I could see the shadow of her areolas when it pulled tight, which made my cock leak a droplet of pre-cum.