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First Published: 03 April 2016

Flights of Fancy

Story Code: M/f. m/f, Incest, Bro/Sis, Grandfather/Granddaughter, Supernatural

I'd just hobbled in from the pharmacy, it seemed to take longer and longer every month to fetch my medication. I sat looking at my bottle of one hundred and twenty Vicodin, one to be taken four times a day to numb the pain in my hip and knee. The thought crossed my mind again as it did every time I fetched a new prescription, 'If one pill every four hours numbs the pain, one hundred and twenty in ten minutes should probably take it away totally!'

I know that forty years old is a little young to be considering ending it all but when you'd been a ballerina, had a size zero figure and a sex life that was out of this world one minute and one silly accident later you're a cripple, hardly able to walk, unable to have sex and piling on weight, going from a perky thirty-two 'B' cup to an elephantine thirty-eight 'DD' cup bra. It had taken me four years of pain and discomfort, living alone and being totally sexually frustrated to get to this point but the call of the full bottle of pills got stronger every month.

I'd been given a lump sum payment by my employer in compensation for the accident and a pension but it didn't really compensate for all I'd lost. I bought a bungalow in Oxford because I needed to live somewhere that was cripple friendly even if it was a long way away from my family, I couldn't live in my old village because of all the hills.

There was a knock at my back door, Peter, my younger brother bounded in calling out, "It's only me..." He saw me sitting at my kitchen table, staring at the bottle of pills in front of me, "...you still on one at a time or is it the whole bottle this time?"

I took the top off the bottle and threw one pill into my mouth, "Just one this time! How's Kelly and the kids?"

"Kelly's fine thanks, still finding it difficult to give the kids their freedom, I wish I'd have been lucky enough to find a woman just like mum but they don't come around very often. You know sitting on that hard chair won't help your hip or your knee."

"Nothing will help either of them, especially these", I said paying the pill bottle over on the table!

"I'm gasping for a coffee, can I make you one too?"

I let Peter pull me out of my chair and I hobbled through to the lounge where I had a comfortable seat that lifted up to meet me and then lowered me down to a comfortable height. He sat opposite me after he'd made the coffee, "I've been sent..."

"Well, of course you have, you wouldn't come all this way just to see if I'm still taking my pills one at a time, so who wants to run my life this time?"

"Don't be like that Sarah, Dawn asked..."

"Ah, the Professor, so what edict is she issuing now?"

"Don't be like that, you know that we both love you, we're much more than just brother and sister, much more!"

"We were, but not since..." I rubbed my painful hip.

"Cousin Sophia is celebrating her forty-second birthday, she's recreating her twenty-first birthday party at the Kettering House Hotel..."

I stopped him, "The Acropolis Restaurant you mean, remember Grandma June gave the hotel to her cousin Stavi after grandpa Ron died!"

Peter's eyes instantly watered at the mention of our favourite grandparent's death.

"So, why do I have to go? Did Dawn make up a reason for you to tell me?"

"Dawn would go herself but she is in Salem Massachusetts doing her book and lecture tour on the Wicca religion, you know mum won't go and Dawn thought that you should go as the oldest daughter on our side of the family."

"And what about you?"

"I want to go but Kelly won't let me unless I have a good reason, and I'm sorry but you're my reason to go!"

I reluctantly agreed to go with Peter, I might be a miserable cripple but I loved my brother and I felt sorry for him, he knocked Kelly up, or rather she trapped him into sex by telling him that she was on birth control implants, expecting him to be a good provider, just because he came from the wealthiest family in the area. My father made Peter marry Kelly and then he made sure that Peter couldn't get at any of the family money while he was married to Kelly. It seemed that, her plan thwarted, Kelly set about making Peter's life a living hell and he just had to grin and bear it.

On the day of the party Peter picked me up straight from work, he wore a tired business suit but looked genuinely happy for the first time in ages. I had to pop two painkillers before the drive from Oxford to Northamptonshire and after an hour I had to pop a third, "That's your third pill in an hour Sarah, you're only supposed to have four in a day, you'd better not have any alcohol at the party!"

"You fuss worse than dad, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Duh! You could die!"

"Darling Peter, there are far worse things than dying, like, falling off the stage of a ship in the southern ocean, seven days from a hospital in a seven metre swell and discovering that you've fractured your pelvis, your hip and your knee and that after not being able to be immobilised properly because of the rough sea, you've been damaged so much that you can't be fixed and at thirty six years old your life is over."

I could have gone on for much longer but I saw the tear roll down Peter's cheek and decided to keep the rest of my bile to myself.

It got foggy as we neared the Acropolis Restaurant, Peter had to slow down to just twenty miles per hour to be safe. I acted on instinct, threw yet another pain pill in my mouth and closed my eyes.

"We should be there by now ... Sarah, I said we should be there by now, keep your eyes open for the fake Greek facade and gaudy lighting...I can almost hear the music to Zorba the Greek!"

I forced my eyes open and could swear that I could see the old neon sign for The Kettering House Hotel shimmering through the fog, 'Just wishful thinking you silly cow!'

Peter parked the car and helped me to get out. I hobbled my way across the car park, every step an agony, the sound of loud music vibrating the thick fog laden air.

"God Peter, has Sophia regressed that far, this is the same music they played at her twenty-first birthday party! Mind you, I can't remember seeing much of you or Dawn at that party; you guys had one drink with me and disappeared until grandpa Ron brought you home the next afternoon!"

We started up the steps, "I need to use the ramp, this will kill my hips!"

"What you on about sis, there's no ramp!"

"There has to be, the Labour government in twenty twenty-one seized any property that wasn't totally disability accessible and the government upgraded the buildings and then ran them as nationalised businesses ever since!"

"Did you take a pill or something before we caught the bus?"

'Bus! What is Peter going on about?' On the second step the pain in my hip and knee diminished, the third step was pain free. I looked down, I didn't see the blue, ankle length cotton dress with the square cut neckline or the bra with one and a half inch wide shoulder straps and more steel under the cups than held up the Eiffel Tower, I saw a strapless lace cocktail dress, black as midnight and on my feet, black satin dancing pumps with a five inch heel. I was confused, the dress looked like the one grandpa Ron gave me on my nineteenth birthday and heels, I'd been forced into flat shoes ever since my accident.

Once on the wide patio in front of the doors the fog cleared a little, the fake fibreglass pillars and capitals had all gone. Peter pushed the doors open and I saw the old mahogany reception desk across the mosaic covered, white terrazzo tile floor with the crown of the Empress of India inlaid in blue granite with green red and white marble to depict the gemstones set in the real crown.

'I'm still in the car, dreaming or something, the fourth Painkiller was obviously too much but I'll wake up soon!'

We went into the function room and Keira, Sophia's eldest daughter welcomed Peter and me, she was dressed in the same dress her mother wore twenty-one years ago, she said "Thanks for coming to my party Sarah," as she kissed my cheek, she'd never called me just Sarah, only ever Aunty Sarah or even Aunty 'S' but never just Sarah.

Peter and I sat at a table with one of our cousin's but God knows which one but she had the Clarke family features, Peter and I had one drink with her and then Peter whispered in my ear, "I hate Sophia's choice of music, come on let's have fun!"

There was something very familiar about the tableau playing out but it wasn't me that Peter should have dragged through the door, my memory of the first party it was Dawn that Peter dragged away from the party not me, 'God, of course Dawn's away in America so I'm playing Dawn and the younger cousin left sitting at the table is playing me, left sitting there watching the two of us escaping the heavy techno beat that the DJ was playing, and if I remembered rightly, the track will fade into a trance track'.

As we climbed the stairs the hypnotic sounds of the trance tune followed us up the stairs. Peter pulled me along the passageway to the Empress of India suite, he tried the door handle and the door opened. The light was off in the suite's sitting room but because its windows faced west it was illuminated by the façade up lighting, Peter dragged me across the sitting room to the bedroom, he opened the bedroom door to the sounds of energetic fucking coming from inside.

"Ron, it's Peter and Sarah, can we share?"

There was a grunted "Okay", and the sound of a feminine giggle from the king-sized bed on the left of the bedroom, the bedroom windows were on the northern side of the hotel so there was no light coming through to help me to identify which of the many Ron Clarkes was fucking in the room already. Peter pulled me over to the bed on the right hand side of the room, he kissed me and then he unfastened the clasp and the zipper on the back of my dress, it fell to the floor before I could catch it but what I did catch was two hands full of my own bare breasts. I hadn't been able to go braless since I was dancing and it didn't feel much like I was holding my own breasts unless they had shrunk substantially over the last few hours.

I heard the rustle of clothing as the woman on the bed opposite gasped at the start of her orgasm and then I felt the hot tip of Peter's cock pressing into my belly as he pulled my body into his. It had been a long time since Peter and I had been naked together. As we grew up we were more often naked together, Peter, Dawn and me than we were dressed. We each had our own bedrooms but spent more nights together in one or other of our beds, tangled together in each other's arms. That all ended suddenly when Peter was twelve, his best friend walked into our garden one sunny day while the three of us were all naked, sharing one lounger by the pool, all tangled together, I was gently stroking Peter's cock, not trying to make him climax or anything and his friend said something to Peter that made him stop! Stop playing around the house in the nude, stop getting into mine or Dawn's bed, stop watching us masturbate, stop even sharing the bath with us.

Yet here we were, many years later and Peter and I are naked in the Empress of India suite or whatever they call it now that the hotel is a Greek Restaurant, I was actually surprised because I had expected that the suite had been converted years ago into the manager's apartment. Peter pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I didn't open my legs for my brother straight away, the memory of pain whenever I tried to have sex after my accident stopped me even trying. I did respond to his kisses though and I did enjoy his hands massaging my breasts, even if it did feel strange that he seemed to be able to completely engulf each of my elephantine breasts in the palms of his hands.

Peter rocked from side to side and managed to force my knees apart enough to get his hips between them and get his cock engaged in my cunt. I'm surprised that there is no pain and settle in to the feeling of pleasure as my brother fucks me. I'm also surprised that at thirty-six and married with three children, my brother still seems inexperienced in sexual matters. Peter went off like a mad rabbit the moment his cock was sheathed in my cunt, exploding in less than two minutes. He fell against my chest gasping for breath without getting me anywhere close to an orgasm.

I was about to show him my disappointment and kick his arse off of me when he started fucking me again a lot slower this time and seemingly without any loss of stature or vigour after his first orgasm. I settled into the long climb to my own orgasm and now I could pick out the sounds of fucking from the other bed. When Peter had opened the bedroom door he had asked 'Ron' if he and I could share the room, we had eight cousins called Ron that were about our age range but the man grunting into the woman didn't sound like he was in his thirties or forties, he sounded older so he was probably Uncle Ron, our father's brother in his late sixties. The way the woman was whimpering as her sheer orgasmic pleasure was turned almost into pain, she was far younger, at least half of my age, perhaps even slightly younger than that even.

As my own orgasmic train was nearing the station I heard Ron gasp, groan and then fall into a panting rest and then he rolled off of the bed and moved towards the en-suite bathroom as just a dark shadow crossing the room diagonally. I had a shuddering orgasm which Peter followed ten seconds later with his second orgasm. Peter fell against my chest gasping for air as the sound of the waterfall of piss falling into the pan subsided and the toilet flushed. There was the sound of running water and light scrubbing and then the shadow slipped back into the room. Peter rolled off of me and his shadow intercepted Ron's in the middle of the room, "Share?"

"Okay!"

The Peter sized shadow crossed to the bed on the other side of the room and the bulkier shadow came in my direction. 'Strange that uncle Ron had shown no sign of sexual interest in me before, even when I was younger and had sleepovers with his daughter, my cousin June but here he was gripping my ankles forcing my legs into the splits bringing back memories of when I was younger and could perform the splits while doing the handstand for my lover's pleasure'.

Ron's mouth clamped down on my cunt and he started eating Peter's double load from inside my vaginal cavity as well as around my labia and as far down as my arsehole. As he tried to push the tip of his tongue inside that dirtiest part of my body he mumbled, "You haven't been taught how to have sex the Greek way yet then," into my cunt.

He lost interest in my arse when he realised it was an un-trodden path and moved his focus on my clitoris, sealing his lips over it and sucking as hard as he could to draw my clit out of hiding under its hood and once out he rubbed the tip of his tongue back and forth over it. I got five climaxes as I heard Peter climax again, he was starting to really impress me, men of his age seldom fucked three times in fifteen minutes and set off on a forth as if they were just starting out.

As Ron began to slither his body over mine and I felt the heat of his huge cock nearing my honey pot I started to hope that my uncle fucking me wouldn't make things awkward around the family. Uncle Ron had a reputation of being indiscrete about his many sexual conquests; it was the main reason cited in the divorce petition his ex-wife served on him many years earlier, he just couldn't stop himself from bragging about every girl he bedded to anyone who would listen.

Ron actually had trouble parking his car in my garage, I shuddered in pain, and as he pushed harder, in my mind I changed his car to his double-decker bus and my garage into my Wendy-house. This was impossible, when I was dancing on cruise ships, I often fucked black men in the Caribbean who had dicks that would put a stallion to shame and I took them on regularly without this much trouble! I'd have to put it down to lack of sex for four years; it must have started to heal over or something. 'If that's true, how come my brother managed to fuck me twice with no problem?'

Ron finally made the connection and I climaxed just from the pain of him entering me and then I began whimpering just the way the other woman had a few minutes earlier. It took Ron the best part of ninety minutes to cum in me and even though the pain was intense so was the pleasure. When Ron finally fell on top of me gasping through his orgasm I was glad that it was over, one final kiss as his cock slipped out and then Ron rolled off of me and I rolled onto my side facing him, we fell asleep almost instantly tangled in each other's arms.

It seemed to me that no sooner had I closed my eyes than I was being shaken awake, one of my many cousins was standing over me naked, she looked exactly like June Clarke, my Uncle Ron's daughter, had looked when she was seventeen, so, my Uncle Ron had probably been fucking one of his own grandchildren when Peter and I walked in on them. She leaned over me, her tits rubbing against my cheek as she shook Ron and said, "Wake up Grandpa, we all fell asleep, my dad's going to kill me for stopping out all night without phoning him first."

Ron began to nuzzle against my neck and his cock inflated against my bum, trying to force my legs apart and I remembered his comment about Greek sex a few hours ago, I wouldn't mind a second fuck from him but not Greek style so I turned to face him, I raised my right leg so that he could get access to my inner body and then I froze, the face looking back at me wasn't my Uncle Ron but that of my grandfather who had passed away many years ago!

I backed away from him and ran to the bathroom to splash cold water over my face, as I patted my face dry I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't see myself looking back at me, I saw who I was more than twenty years ago. Grandpa came into the bathroom behind me and started rubbing his cock against my arse again, I shook him off again, I turned to face him and he lifted me up onto the edge of the sink and plugged himself into me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as he fucked me hard just like the evening before, I had happily fucked him when I thought he was my uncle, an uncle that I didn't like overly much so now that I realised it was my grandfather, the man I loved the most in the whole world, I was more than happy to suffer the pain of his massive cock invading my cunt. All I really had to do now was work out how I looked like I was eighteen all over again and how I could possibly be fucking a dead man!

June walked in and draped her arm over our grandfather's neck and looked over his shoulder at his cock splitting my body open, "Fucking hell Sarah that looks painful!"

Peter came in and I looked at him in disbelief, he was back to his fourteen year old look, he dragged June into the shower and fucked her under the torrent of water. I looked down at grandpa's cock, it wasn't bad for a man of his age, not the largest I'd had in my forty years but certainly getting there, I looked at my tits, tiny, thirty-two 'b' cup breasts, if I really was only eighteen then I'd be able to get my feet behind my head. I tentatively raised my legs, slow and graceful the way fifteen years of ballet training had taught me.

Grandpa Ron looked impressed as I balanced on the edge of the washbasin with my ankles behind my head, as close to being double-jointed as anyone could get without actually being double-jointed. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed his cockhead up and down my cunt lips. Peter and June had finished fucking and were watching grandpa and me still engaged in working up towards the main event. It didn't hurt quit as much as the first time he fucked me last night but it still hurt. I thought back, if I really was eighteen again then I'd never actually had a cock so big before at that point in my life.

Ron got all of his cock in my cunt eventually and because of the way my body was folded over, I felt every twitch and jump his cock made in me. I was lifted off the sink and carried into the shower, my whole bodyweight resting on my grandfather's cock. He washed me and himself as best he could and dragged me out, into the bedroom. I was in a state of continual orgasm even though Ron wasn't actually fucking me, just from him moving around.

I was thrown onto the bed, still dripping wet and Ron fucked me still folded double. When he finished off in me I needed help to unfold myself, it had been my party piece since the age of thirteen to stand on one leg with the other ankle tucked behind my ear so a boy could feel me up and once or twice I'd done like now and done it with both legs but only for two or three minutes at a time, never for forty minutes before.

We left the hotel and headed for grandpa's car. There was a walking stick laying on the steps, ignored by Ron, Peter and June, I stopped to pick it up, my name was engraved on the handle and the shaft of the stick had Norse runic symbols carved along its length, the stick had been a sick Christmas present from Professor Dawn Clarke, my younger sister by two years and I suddenly remembered her words, "This isn't my gift to you, but you can exchange it when you find what you really want or need!"

I had thought nothing of my sister's words, to be honest; she seemed to be permanently on some trip or other around that time. Ron's car seemed to still be shrouded in the mists from the evening before and Peter, Ron and June seemed to be fading too. I felt a twinge in my hip and threw down the stick and ran after the others, almost leaping into the car before grandpa could drive off.

We dropped June off at home first and Peter and I sat in his car while grandpa went in and soothed her mother's ruffled feathers. I ran my internal video of events that I could remember from twenty-one years ago, in that reality, I was sunbathing in the yard when grandpa brought Dawn and Peter home, he had gone into the kitchen to talk to my mother, my dad was over at the church and that's why I had been wearing a bikini rather than sunbathing in the nude which I would have preferred.

I remembered making no comment about the fact that my brother and sister had dumped me, I managed to cop-off with a distant cousin, one of the Greeks who came to England from time to time to learn English and to learn how to cook English food. He had offered me a lift home and we'd parked on the edge of the village and I'd spent an hour trying to redirect his cock to my cunt, he kept insisting that he fuck me Greek style to prevent my getting pregnant. On his island, none of the girls took birth control because they'd never trap a boy into marrying them without a full belly.

Dawn was sitting on the sun lounger reading a book, eventually she closed the book and let fly, "Thanks a million for dumping me at the party, I had to get a lift home from Stephano and all he was interested in was my arse..."

'Ah, Stephano, that was his name, a disappointingly small cock but I guess if he managed to do Dawn in the Greek way she would probably have been glad of that! Another thought crossed my mind, the cousin that I had thought was taking my place at Sophia's party was actually Dawn, it's just that I didn't have her in my mind because Dawn was supposed to be three thousand miles away.'

"...and don't expect me to come with either of you guys to another party any time soon!"

I kissed Dawn on her lips and apologised to her saying, "I'm sorry sis, I know I'm the shittiest sister in the world but I'll try and make it up to you somehow!"

I walked into the kitchen and caught my mum and grandpa in a clinch, well grandpa was in a clinch, mum was just standing there, her hands behind her back as Ron kissed her on her lips, one hand fondling her right breast and the other rubbing between her legs. As usual my mother's only reaction was to open her legs slightly. Grandpa Ron must have been hitting the spot for my mother though because she was definitely in the foothills of her orgasm and if her eyes hadn't been closed, she would have done what she always did and push Ron away as soon as anyone else walked in on them.

I sat silently at the dinner table and watched as my mother's body shook and shuddered. I saw her eyes open wide as she gasped for air, her eyes opened wide, scanning first the kitchen window, then the back door and finally she spotted me. She pushed Ron away from her and ducked for the cover of her bedroom. "You do know that you're going to have to fuck her one of these days, don't you grandpa?"

"I've asked her many times, too many to remember actually!"

"She'll never say yes, you should check out her computer, about a thousand stories involving rape or non-consensual sex and even more where daddy does daughter or daddy-in-law does his son's wife!"

"What do you think my chances of getting her to come to Edinburgh with me to a weeklong Masonic conference?"

"About the same chance as my dad making it to be the next Pope!"

Grandpa laughed at that, "I'd be far better off taking you to Edinburgh, what do you have planned for next week?"

"I've got to try and get a passport, I didn't realise that the agency would want to see my passport at the audition in a fortnight's time,"

"What part are you auditioning for that needs you to have a passport?"

"Song and dance girl on cruise ships."

Grandpa Ron pulled a face, "Any chance of a coffee?"

I started to make him a coffee and watched as his thumbs worked the virtual keyboard of his smart phone like an eighteen year old. He sat at the kitchen table with his phone on one side and coffee on the other. We just jabbered on about anything and nothing in particular, his phone beeped and he read the screen with a smile on his face before he responded with another flurry of activity before setting his phone down again.

"You know that we would all rather you finished your education before you decide to travel around the world entertaining geriatric passengers don't you?"

I shrugged my shoulders and his phone burbled again, he checked the message and then looked at my face seriously, "Brush your hair; I need to take a photograph of you!"

I was given instruction on where and how to sit before grandpa took my photograph and pinned it to an email before sending it. Again we chatted about nothing important before Ron took another message, "Right, we need to go to Peterborough tomorrow!"

"Why?"

"To pick up your passport"

"But I don't even have the application forms yet, and I need to find my birth certificate before I can apply!"

"Everything's sorted, they are making your passport right now and we can collect it first thing in the morning."

My dad chose that moment to walk in the kitchen, "You stopping for lunch as mother's out of the country again dad?"

"Sure, thanks, I need to ask a favour as well. I need a lady to accompany me to the convention in Edinburgh next week. I would like Sarah to come with me, kill two birds with one stone, the Master at Arms of the Edinburgh Lodge this year is the Dean of Admissions at Edinburgh University. I can organise an informal chat for Sarah, see if he can find a spot for her in his university."

My dad laughed at that, "Sarah's made up her mind to get a job as a singer or dancer on a round the world cruise, she's not interested in finishing her studies."

"Well, I hope to introduce her to a few people in Scotland who might help her to change her mind, see education as an exciting alternative to life afloat."

Actually because of the strange way that I found myself here, the 'this here and now' as opposed to the now I knew from twenty-four hours ago, my grandpa wouldn't need to do much to talk me out of joining a cruise ship, the life was eight hours of hard work, four hours of sparkle and glamour and twelve hours of grime in the darkened bowels of a ship, seven days a week for twenty-six weeks straight without a day off. A month ashore, if you were lucky, if you weren't, six months fighting for another berth, and then starting it all over again.

Something dawned on me, I'd taken Dawn's place in my grandfather's bed last night and now it looked like I was taking her place on the trip to Edinburgh, the trip where she made contacts that secured her a place at Edinburgh University where, in my previous life, she studied for eight years eventually earning her PhD in pre-Christian religion and Philosophy.

Dawn seemed to have given me a gift of a new life at the expense of her own...I had some serious thinking to do and I started by going to my mother's bedroom, I knocked on her door and opened it, my mother looked shocked, her bedroom door had been locked since I was just four years old, I had never seen in her room in close to fifteen years, I stepped in uninvited and sat by her side on her bed, silence for five minutes and I had to be the one to break the deadlock. Lifting my arm over my mother's shoulder, I pulled her against my side and hugged her, "Dad's back from church, grandpa's stopping for lunch, would you like me to cook something?"

"No, thanks for the offer but it's my job to feed the family, I'll be right down!"

I kissed her cheek, stood up to leave her room, turned in her doorway, "You should let him fuck you, he might stop teasing you then."

I closed her bedroom door before she could hit me with anything. I went into my bedroom and started a list, no real structure, just random dates, like the date Peter met Kelly, I noted, 'Stop Peter fucking the bitch from hell!'

The next was 'ASAP - Make grandpa Ron see his doctor!'

'Help Dawn to get to Edinburgh University!'

'Cancel cruise ship audition!'

'ASAP - Help mum get laid!'

I spent the best part of an hour filling in several pages of things that I would have loved to have changed about my life over the past twenty years before my mother called me down to lunch. I sat at my grandfather's side, "Grandpa, I'll come to Edinborough with you next week but it is going to cost you about five hundred quid."

My mum and dad looked at each other in shock that I'd be so mercenary about charging my grandfather money to go with him for the week but Ron just smiled at me and nodded his head as he said, "What is it Sarah, you need some posh frocks?"

"Well, I kind of expected that you'd want to dress me up to accompany you, make me look sexy to impress all of your friends from the different lodges around the country but that's on top, I want you to spend the five hundred pounds tomorrow, I want you to make an appointment with your posh private doctor for me to go with you for a chat with him!"

The look on my mother's face told me that she was definitely grasping the wrong end of the stick; I guessed that she was expecting me to ask my grandfather to pay his doctor to put me on the pill or birth control implants or something and that's why she thought that I was refusing to say why I wanted my grandfather to take me to his doctors.

After lunch I suggested to my grandfather that as we needed to leave early the next day to collect my passport from Peterborough, I should go home with him and spend the night at his house so we could leave early, go through Peterborough on our way to London to see his private doctor. My dad asked his father if he would be stopping for dinner but grandpa turned him down, I'll take Sarah into Northampton for dinner, I need to visit a few friends, get things lined up for next week.

I helped Dawn to wash the pots and as soon as we finished grandpa Ron was ready to go, as we walked from the house I said, "So where are we going for dinner?"

"To the local chip shop if you like, I just wanted to get you back into bed as soon as I could, playing with your mother got me all worked up again!"

I was naked in the storm porch, and grandpa was naked before the front door was closed and I was fucked up against the Welsh Dresser, on the foot of the stairs, half way up the stairs and on the top landing, it took us an hour to get up to the bedroom and he fucked me all over again, not bad going for a man of his age.

We went out into town for dinner, my choice so it was McDonalds. Ron took me to a club and introduced me to a few of his friends, as we drank he leaned over to me and said, "They all want to fuck you, how does that make you feel?"

I giggled, "Well, it's a turn on for sure to know that so many powerful men want to fuck me."

"After Edinborough I'll introduce you to any of them that interest you if you like but first I'll do you a few more times and you'll have to sleep with Gordon, the Master at Arms of the Edinburgh Lodge so we can get you a place in Edinborough University."

Grandpa used the break in Northampton to recharge his sex-banks but when we got home I managed to run through the house and into his bedroom before he caught me so I could fuck in bed instead of bent double over the cooker or something.

I managed to get three hours sleep all night long before we left to go to Peterborough to collect my new passport, while I was inside my grandpa phoned his doctor to make an appointment to see him. He drove down to London; we had lunch while waiting for his appointment to come around and then there was the awkward wait with nothing to do but look at each other and wait.

When Doctor Greenhill came out to invite Ron into his office, they exchange one of their little Masonic gestures within their handshake, the Doctor placed his hand in the middle of Ron's shoulders and guided Ron ahead of him through to his office, I almost had the door slammed in my face and the doctor looked genuinely shocked that the door hadn't closed behind him.

"What's the problem today Ron, you were very insistent on seeing me today?"

"Patrick, would you believe that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me at the moment, I'm playing the field like an eighteen year old at the moment but, this is Sarah, my granddaughter and she thinks that I have a problem."

Patrick Greenhill looked over at me and raised his eyebrows, "So Sarah, what do you think is wrong with your grandfather?"

"You're going to find this hard to believe but I have to try and make you believe it..." I pressed my index finger into my grandfather's ribs under his left arm, "...my grandfather has a cluster of SLCS right in the fold of his left lung just here..."

Patrick stopped me, "Your grandfather is as fit as a fiddle, I took a chest x-ray only six months ago and he was totally clear of all chest problems. What makes you think your grandfather has lung cancer?"

"You told me, or rather, you will tell me in four years' time. You were standing outside my grandpa's side ward in the Limes private hospital, you said and I quote, 'I wish I had spotted this four years ago when I did the chest x-ray but we missed it and now it has gone too far, he has less than six months left.' You said that if you had spotted it earlier you could have sorted it all out with no ill effects."

Patrick paced away from me and then turned, "Why did you say that your grandfather was in the Limes?"

"That's where you took him after he collapsed, you took him to room fifteen because you have a contract with the hospital to have exclusive use of that room for your patients."

Patrick looked worried and flopped into his seat, "The thing is Ron, I'm only just in negotiations with the Limes at the moment, they are offering me one of two rooms and room fifteen is one of them..."

"You'll pick room fifteen because you said it gets the best of the sun in that room and it's the closest of all the wards to the main operating theatre!"

Patrick opened his notebook and let Ron read his scribbling over his shoulder, the proximity of the operating theatre was in the pros column for room fifteen as was the sunny aspect. Patrick jumped to his feet and went to his files and found the x-ray from Ron's last visit and popped it on his light-box, "The problem is, the edges of the lung are always darker and from what your granddaughter said, the cancerous cells would be right about here but too dark on the film."

Patrick used a magnifying glass to try and see something in the deeper details of the x-ray plate.

"Well, there could be something there, it's exactly where Sarah said it would be...Ron, this is probably a lot of nonsense, I can't prove it one way or the other but if you're as spooked by your granddaughters theory as I am..."

Patrick looked again at the exact spot that I said the cancer had started, "...I'd hate to be standing at the Limes telling your family that I wished I'd done something, I'm going to suggest a biopsy, just a little keyhole surgery, have a little look around, take a sample and see what's there. What do you think?"

My grandpa looked at me, "How did I get to the crematorium after I died?"?"

I looked at him as if he was mad, "Crematorium! You were taken from your farm to the cemetery in an Edwardian, horse-drawn hearse."

Grandpa rubbed his chin, "How many horses and did they have plumes?"

"You arranged your own funeral, you insisted on four black horses but you didn't want them to have plumes, you wanted their manes plaited with red, white and blue ribbons!"

"One last thing, what did your father read at my funeral?"

"Nothing and he was very upset, we all were, everyone wanted to say something at your funeral but you forbad it, you wrote your own non-religious epitaph and you hired a professional actor to read it out for you, you didn't want any of us to have to go through the pain of speaking in front of everyone while we were all so upset."

My grandfather looked over to Patrick, "The thing is Patrick, my funeral plans are totally secret, not even my solicitor knows what's in it, he holds it in a sealed envelope along with my will because I didn't want any of my family putting pressure on me to change it, what do you think of that?"

"First thing in the morning the Monday after next, I'll run a full blood panel today and I'll chat with my oncologist friends, find a good man to come lung diving with me but the cost will be..."

Grandpa cut him off, "If I have what Sarah says, I don't care what it costs, and it'll be worth a million pounds to have peace of mind one way or the other."

'Well that went better than I expected, I thought I was going to have to fight harder than that to get the doctor to listen to me.'

As we walked to the car grandpa said, "What did the horses look like? Would they have looked better with plumes rather than ribbons?"

I slipped my arm through grandpa's arm and pulled myself in as close as I could, "The ostler let us girls plait the horses mains and he allowed us to weave the ribbons into our names, your four oldest granddaughters names leading your coffin to the cemetery."

"Did you cry much?"

"We all did, we had a whale of a time, our eyes were red raw for days after and my dad did his reading at the funeral tea after!"

"I'd better alter my instructions, I'll pay for a pop group to play at the tea after, make it too noisy for anyone to read at it."

"Well, I hope that it will be many more than five years before we have to go through it!"

Grandpa took me home and I checked him off of my database, I'd made my first change, mother made grandpa a coffee, I whispered to him that I was going out and that he should just fuck my mum while the house was empty and then I left.

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