Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Susie gave her a bright grin and said, "I got to go dancing with Michael the weekend I finished therapy, right after I met Joanne and Jeff." The way her eyes shone made her feelings for Michael quite evident. "I had trouble with some of the faster numbers, but slower numbers were fine. I was tired and sore the next day, but it was worth it!"

"Michael should have been spanked for keeping you out that late and dancing so much!" Joanne obviously had not forgiven him for allowing Susie to tire herself out so, and to blister her stump.

"Oh, don't blame Michael! He wanted to stop sooner, but I overruled him! He didn't know about the blisters, but they were worth it!" She grinned at Joanne, who just shook her head.

Madge interjected quietly, "When I saw her leg the next morning it had blisters on the stump, but she never complained. She couldn't wear the prosthesis for two days, but Susie, here, never lets anything stop her from what she really wants."

Suzette said, "You were still dancing even though you had blisters on your stump? And you kept on going?"

"Well, you have to understand, it was my first chance to be out and alone with Michael. I couldn't let a little thing like that interfere. I worked really, really hard in therapy to be ready in time for Prom, and I had to use that night to be sure. I'm really glad that I did." She stopped and looked at her mom and at Joanne for a moment. "I expect Prom to not be really comfortable all night, but it is my Senior Prom, and I expect to make the most of it, and neither of you had better say anything to Michael to try to get him to baby me. This is going to be a night like I've never had in my life, with a gown to die for," she smiled down at Carole and Suzette. "I expect to make the most of it, and while I may not be the most beautiful girl there, there will not be one who can match my dress, or my date."

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Grandpa met us at the door as soon as we got there. "What's this that has you so excited, Justin? You didn't get yourself into any trouble, did you?"

"Oh, no Sir! No trouble at all. We just need your advice and some help."

"Hello, there, Michael. I'm really glad to see you again, son, and especially not in the courthouse!"

"Hello, yourself, Sir, and I'm so happy to see you. I owe you a lot!"

"Pshaw. You owe me nothing! I'm just hoping you can be a good influence on my grandson, here. Come on in the house and have a seat. Coffee, Coke, or anything?"

"A glass of water would be great, if it's no trouble."

"I'm sorry. I should have remembered. Justin?"

"If coffee is made, please. Otherwise, a Coke would be fine."

Grandpa made a show of checking his pulse, and then he breathed on his hand. "Just had to check and be sure I'm still alive. Have you ever been to my house and coffee wasn't on?"

I just laughed, knowing what his reaction would be, and saw Michael's grin from the corner of my eye.

"I threw a batch of cookies in when you called. You guys help yourselves, and don't let Ben try to hide them from you." Grandma had slipped into the room behind Grandpa. I quickly stepped over and gave her a big hug. Michael held his hand out to shake her hand, but she brushed it aside and gave him a hug as well. "Family doesn't shake hands, young man. You are family now, and you can never get away from it! Old Ben here doesn't go to court for anyone but family now, so that makes you one of us, and I for one am so glad you are."

Michael just nodded, dumbly, as he hugged her in return. I noticed his eyes were moist, and he seemed to be having trouble clearing his throat, but of course I said nothing.

"Now I'll just be off and leave it to you men-folks to talk. I'm really happy to see you, Michael. Don't be a stranger around here. You just drop in anytime. You hear me?"

"Yes, Ma'am. And thanks." Grandma hurried from the room, and we all sat down around the kitchen table with a couple of Grandma's oatmeal chocolate chip cookies in front of each of us.

"Now, Justin, what's on your mind?"

I didn't say anything, but I reached into a tool bag I had carried into the house with me to hide the gold. I pulled out the leather poke, which weighed well over two pounds, and set it in front of Grandpa. "This," I said, and waited for his reaction.

"Land sakes o' Goshen! Where on earth did you get this?"

"Michael and I found it at the house. Actually, Michael is responsible for us finding it. He's the one who found the door release." I then went on to describe the find up to the point of our returning home to talk with him.

Grandpa sat and stared at the gold for a few minutes, obviously thinking. "Under Arizona law the and anything else down there belongs to you two. Samuel Johnson had no heirs to my recollection, and his estate went to the state. Anyway, it has been long enough that finding heirs would not be possible, so all rights go to the one who finds it."

"We are going to have to call the Sheriff and report your finding of the skeletal remains and leave it to him to deal with. This is going to be big on the news for a while, which is unfortunate. We can do without the publicity, but there is no way around that I know of, and concealing the bodies would be criminal. Is there another way in besides going through your room, Justin?"

"Yes, sir, there are, but we haven't found them yet. There is at least one entrance from each of the first and second floors, and there was a passageway leading out also, but we didn't explore any of them."

"OK. Well, after almost a hundred years I don't think waiting an extra day will be a problem. I would suggest you go back up there tomorrow and find the other entrances so we can take the Sheriff in the least obtrusive way. I would really prefer not to give away the means of access if we can help it. We definitely don't want to give away the door releases. In the meantime, let's keep word of your find, especially the gold, quiet. Would you like me to keep the gold in my safe?"