Read chapter 1 - 4 first - This true story begins with Bruce deciding if he should join the Army or Marines near the start of World War 2. He was a mostly good man; other than cheating on his wife, killing three people, and impregnating his granddaughter. This includes some sex here and there, but is much more of a historical drama than a wankfest.
Read chapters 1-4 first, or this won’t make much sense.
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After the death of my first wife, it took maybe a month for life to return to mostly normal. I helped my stepson’s family with the dairy farm a little, but they had things well in hand and didn’t really need me. My culvert business was slowing down. Over twenty years, I’d replaced most of the culverts in the county. Only five or so people a month needed my stormwater management services, unless I wanted to expand my business area and drive an hour or more each way. Jobs more than twenty miles from home weren’t very profitable, since I needed to fill my fuel hog of a truck and pay my workers for the travel time.
I taught my step-grandsons to hunt and fish, but still felt an emptiness, a need to be needed. Instead of monthly, I started visiting Nora’s chicken and hog farm several times a week. I talked with her and the kids a lot, helped butcher a boar, and gave Nora’s son Roger a hand building a new chicken coop. He was twenty-four and still hadn’t found a wife, or even a serious girlfriend.
His younger half-brother, my secret son Mark, was twenty-one. He made a naughty mistake with a girl Catherine, and agreed to marry her when they discovered she was with child. He wanted to move in with her family and get a job in town, but Nora and Roger still needed his help. Sally was my youngest child with Nora. At almost nineteen she was still a cutie, but even more sullen than before. I assumed it was just the stress and anxiety of being a teen girl.
After I ate supper with their family one evening, Nora and I sat on the porch swing and watched the sunset. She held my hand and matter-of-factly said, “It would make sense if you and I got married.”
I smiled and agreed, “I guess it would.”
“I don’t want a big ceremony. That’s for youngins and first times. Something small.”
“Just family and a few friends sounds about right. I need to get you a ring. When were you thinkin’?”
She chuckled, “Hehehe! You didn’t even ask me yet!”
I lightly kissed her cheek. “I’m askin’.”
“Follow me to the machine shed.” We held hands on the short walk. She kissed my lips for the first time in a decade, and said, “I’ve loved you over half my life, and want to be with you for the rest of it.” She reached in a box and held up an old piece of wire. She wrapped it around her finger saying, “I love you, so this will do.” I gave her a firm hug and a kiss. She continued, “We do have a problem, though. Sally’s been even stranger than usual, sad half the time but angry a lot. She gets sick every morning, so I think…”
I asked, “PREGNANT? Did you talk to her boyfriend?”
“She won’t say who he is. She went to a party with that neighbor boy Jonny a few months ago. I think he knocked her up.”
I felt intense anger and clenched my fists. “I’ll talk to him! Nobody abandons my little girl!”
Nora grabbed my arm. “Shhh! Wait a minute! Everybody thinks Jake was her father, and you can’t go beat up a kid if there’s a chance he didn’t do it!”
“Well…”
“It might be hard, but things will work out. With God’s help, they always do.” I felt terrible guilt, knowing God didn’t approve of how my first marriage worked out. She naughtily commented, “I’d invite you to my bedroom for the kind of fun we used to have, but that would be adultery.” She kissed me and polished my teeth with her tongue. “My heart and body are all yours once we’re married, though. Always and forever!” She pulled the top of her blouse and brassier down, revealing a large breast and nipple. I gave it a quick kiss.
“DANG, woman! I love you so much!” I kissed her again before I left for home.
That night was the last time in my life I masturbated. On Sunday three days later, we married at the end of the regular church service. In the car, I stomped the gas pedal and zoomed double the speed limit to her farm, my new home. Age had tamed our bodies some, but she let me in all three of her holes that afternoon and night! We made love at least twenty times the first month we were married, in every position I could think of! On the days she didn’t want me inside her, Nora was happy to lick and wank me to full satisfaction. I kissed her kitty often, too. We were lovers, soulmates, spouses perfect for each other!
One night we had an unpleasant interruption, though. Sally opened the bedroom door, asking, “Mom, can I…” She saw my meatrod in her mother’s mouth and froze a moment. We hurriedly covered ourselves. Sally vomited, then ran out crying. I thought her reaction was very strange, but at least the awkwardness was over quick.
A few nights later I woke up and walked to the bathroom. I heard footsteps and turned around. Sally had a black eye, bloody nose, tears streaming down her face, and… and slimy white goo on her chin and bare chest!
I quietly demanded, “Who did this!?”
My youngest daughter pleaded, “Roger but… But please don’t… Don’t tell anybody! Please don’t say anything!” She kept crying as she pushed past me into the bathroom and shut the door. I’m proud of how well I kept my temper, and kept the shameful secret to myself. To this day I never told anyone, not even Nora.
The morning after that disgusting and terrible night, I asked Roger to follow me to the machine shed. I had my three pistols, two shotguns, and four rifles laid out on the workbench. All of them were shiny, freshly cleaned and oiled. He stared at them as I took out my wallet.
I handed Roger a ten dollar bill and calmly told him, “I know what you did to your sister. The bus to Chicago leaves in two hours. Be on it and never come back. If I ever see you again, I’ll use one of these on you.” I loaded my Colt six-shooter to reinforce my point. He ran down the driveway and we never saw him again.
He joined the Army and became a medic. In 1983, or maybe it was ’84, we got a telegram that Roger was killed while helping refugees in some African country. At the funeral he got a purple heart and bronze star, I’m not sure what for. He was secretly horrible, evil, as a young man; but at least did something positive with his later life.
I didn’t approve of how Nora solved Sally’s pregnancy problem, but didn’t have much say in the matter. She taught our youngest daughter several underhanded ways to manipulate men, and came up with a sleazy plan. Sally flirted with the mostly innocent neighbor boy Jonny every day. She liked him a little and desperately needed a husband. For weeks she threw herself at him romantically. Before long he gave in and married her, then bought a house.
‘72 was definitely a sad, happy, strange, chaotic year. The next three were mostly good, but ‘75 had a downright tragic ending.
There were rumors Sally drank a lot and cheated with several other men. There was another rumor she’d gone to the big city to do the unspeakable, an abortion, too!
Her daughter Janelle, my youngest granddaughter, was barely three when Sally brought her to our house one morning. She was pregnant again and very unhappy with Jonny. She wanted money for a divorce, and begged to move back home with us.
My second wife’s answer was surprisingly harsh. “You made your bed, now you go lay in it!” She shut the door in her face!
I tried to ask, “But Nora, we…”
“No! You and I did what we needed to do, but she CHOSE to be a dirty, sinful SLUT! A friend told me a dirty magazine has pictures of her NAKED, too! I won’t have that in my house! No! She’s never coming back here!”
(Author’s note: “Sally” appeared in the March 1975 issue of Hustler magazine and Playboy April 1975, using fake names. Three copies of each were found in Bruce’s closet after he passed away in September 2019. I made sure to confirm this information is accurate. In fact, I confirmed it nightly for a few weeks.)
I later found out at least most of the rumors were true! Sally had lusty relations with at least three other men when her husband was at work! She went to Minneapolis for an abortion, and killed her ‘unwanted’ baby! I wanted him! He would have been my only grandson! A boy to carry on my late father’s bloodline. I was quite angry, but still felt some pity and paternal love for her.
Very late on Christmas Eve, we woke up to a pounding on the front door. By the time I got there, Sally’s car kicked up gravel in the driveway, roaring away. Little redheaded Janelle stood on the porch crying. “WAAAH! Dada no me Dada! Waaaaa! Mama no love me! WAAHAAHAA!”
I immediately hugged the fragile tyke, and decided I’d hate Sally forever! “There, there. It’s okay. Grampa loves you, sweetie. Gramps will always love you and take care of you.”
I didn’t hate Sally long. Hours later a Sherrif’s deputy came and told us she was killed in a head-on collision, along with four other people. One was my friend Edgar’s son, Bill. Sally had been driving drunk, seven month’s pregnant, and sitting next to a man who wasn’t her husband! It was one of the worst Christmas surprises EVER!
Nora and I quietly cried our eyes out, as we fed little Janelle and soothed her to sleep.
Jonny left town before we could return his ‘daughter.’ He didn’t go to the funeral and never tried to contact us.
I’d like to think if I was in the same position, I’d stay and take care of the precious little girl, but… I understand why he didn’t.