When Harry Met Kaela Part V

Angela and Harry sat across from each other in a dimly lit dining room. She wore a form fitting black dress, and he a smart suit. He fidgeted nervously.

She told him she had something important to tell him. Unsure what it was, he decided to soften the blow by taking her out for a fancy dinner.

"You look beautiful, Ange..."

"Thanks..."

He gulped. "So, uh... should we have dinner first, or did you want to tell me...?"

He looked down and exhaled deeply.

"Ok... well... I'm pregnant."

Harry's face lit up. And he reached across the table for her hands.

"What? Really!? This is fantastic news!"

Ange looked down where his hands held hers.

"Angela, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I can afford to take care of everything. You don't need to worry about -"

"I'm not keeping it."

Harry's face dropped.

"What? Why?"

"I'm too young, you're too..." she looked up briefly. "My parents wouldn't approve."

Harry struggled to regain his composure.

"I... they don't have to approve, as long as it's what you want - "

"I don't."

"Don't what?"

"I don't want a baby now, Harry. Not with you. This was supposed to be fun... I mean..." she leaned back.

"You're a great guy. And you've been really good to me. But I want to go to school, date guys my own age... you know... have some fun... then maybe start a family, years from now. It's just... it's not going to work. I'm sorry."

Harry was silent for a long moment, contemplating.

"I... appreciate your honesty. I'm... sorry you feel that way."

"Harry, I'm really sorry -"

He pulled his hand back. "No, no, it's fine. I get it. I shouldn't have been with someone your age anyway. This was always going to happen."

Her face turned down. "You're a really great guy, Harry. I had a lot of fun..."

He took a drink from his wine. "Me too..."

They both looked at each other for a moment.

"Well..." said Harry. "I can pay for the abortion."

Angela was silent for a while. "Really?"

"Yes, of course. I told you, I would take care of everything."

She reached out to grab his hand now, stroking her thumb lightly over his knuckles.

"That's really sweet of you, Harry. I... I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't mention it" he said, finishing his wine glass. "Do you still want to eat?"

"Um... no it's ok... you can take me home if you want..."

"Ok..." he said, standing up.

He tried to steel himself as he grabbed his coat, paid the bill and walked her to the door and then his car.

They drove silently through the streets of San Jose, him looking forward, her looking out the window.

As he pulled up a block from her house, a practiced routine, she turned to him and squeezed his thigh.

"I'm really sorry, Harry. It's not you, it's just..."

"It's fine," he said, trying to smile. "Really."

She gave a half-smile back. "Ok. Well, goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye, Angela."

As she got out of the car, she turned back one last time before closing the door.

"Oh, and, Harry? Please don't tell Kaela..."

Harry nodded. Angela closed the door. She walked up the street to her house.

He sat in his car silently for a long moment before finally beginning to drive home.

****

Kaela stared at the pregnancy test, her hand shaking. She didn't know what she was looking for. It was positive. They had all been positive, all six that she had taken today.

She was pregnant.

With Alberto's child. A married man. Her boyfriend's father.

It had to be Alberto, because she always made Andres wear condoms. And Alberto never did.

"Fuck."

'What am I going to do? What will Alberto say? He's not going to want me to keep it, will he? Whenever I brought it up, he was clear he was never going to leave his wife. I was just... fun.'

"Fuck!"

'It was fun, though, wasn't it? I mean... hardly worth it at this point, but...'

"Fuck, fuck fuck."

'What about Andres? Could I convince him it's his? Let him blow inside me? Would he think it's suspicious that he immediately gets me pregnant?'

She thought for a second, frowning.

'I mean, how is Andres going to help the situation? It's not his, it probably won't look like him, it's not like he has a good income... he can barely take care of himself.'

"Fuuuuuuuck."

'Take this as a lesson, Kae. Learn to close your fucking legs. And your mouth. And your asshole...'

She thought about Alberto. How he took whatever he wanted. How he used all her holes, his long, dark, cock sliding in and out of her wherever he wanted, cumming in her wherever and whenever he wanted.

She started to get wet.

'Dammit, Kaela, not now... think with your fucking brain for a second. What are you going to do? Abortion? Will Alberto pay for it? Probably...'

The thought unsettled her. It didn't seem right. There was a life growing inside her that hadn't done anything wrong. Kaela was the one acting like a slut. She placed her hand on her stomach.

'If my mom had run to an abortion, I wouldn't be here... she did ok. I turned out alright. Well, pregnant, but... other than that, fine. I have a crush on my dad... and I'm sleeping with my boyfriend's dad. I work at a weed store. But like, I'm not... on the streets, or on crack or anything. Shit'

She thought about her dad. What would Harry think? I mean, pregnancy is one thing. Her boyfriend's dad? Yeesh. Harry's always been so gentle, caring, understanding... but this? It felt like she was really testing the limits.

'You really got your self into a situation here, Kaela.'

Trying to calm herself and think rationally, she decided: 'Ok. I need to make a plan. First thing first, I need to decide if I'm keeping it. Then I'll know whether to talk to Alberto or not...'

She looked down at her hand on her stomach. She knew she couldn't bring herself to abortion. She wanted a baby. Of course she did. She wouldn't have let Alberto cum inside her so much. Some part of her always knew it would end like this. That's why she talked to Alberto, asked him if he'd leave his wife. She was disappointed when he answered quickly, firmly, "No." Every single time.

Was there a point in talking to him? Telling him it actually happened? Seeing if it would change his mind?

She thought about Andres. If Alberto *did* agree, it would destroy Andres' family. Break up a marriage. Andres would hate me. Probably his dad, too. Kaela didn't want to have a part in that.

"Fuuuuuuck."

She started to cry. What options did she have left? She was going to have a baby. She wouldn't be able to tell her boyfriend or the father. She would *have* to tell her dad, but how? How would he react?

****

Harry had been drinking alot lately. Ever since Angela told him the news.

He had been genuinely excited. It seemed like another chance. He loved Kaela, of course - but he felt like he still hadn't done right by her. He wasn't there for her growing up, when she needed him most.

This would have been another chance to do the right thing - to be with Angela, and their baby, and be the man he keeps telling himself he is.

Now what?

He was just a guy who knocks up women without taking responsibility.

'You tried to take responsibility, though, Both times.'

But isn't that worse? Despite trying to take responsibility, both women decided against it. Malia had decided she was better off as a single mom. Angela had decided she was better off not having the baby at all.

Harry had made it out of his room this morning. That was progress. He was staring into a coffee cup, trying to convince himself not to add Kahlua. He had been drinking too much. They had even started noticing at work.

He needed to pull himself together, he knew that. But he also knew that his chance to do right, to do the right thing, was probably gone forever.

He noticed a movement and looked up. Kaela was standing in the hallway, looking nervous. She had just come out of her room. He hadn't seen her in days. He assumed she'd been avoiding him. It looked like she'd been crying.

"Dad?"

"Hi, Kae... I'm... I'm sorry, I..."

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, I'll... it's just... tough week at work. How are you, kiddo?"

"Um... I've been better."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

She stepped slowly forward.

"I... have to tell you something... promise not to get mad, ok?"

"Of course, Kae, you can tell me anything. Come here... what's wrong?"

"I..." she took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

He paused. "Jeez... Andres?"

"Um... no..."

"What? Who then?"

"His... dad..."

"What? I'll kill him. Did he hurt you?"

"No, dad, I... I wanted it..."

"Jesus Christ, Kaela..."

"I'm sorry," she started to bawl. "It was so stupid, I..."

He jumped up and hugged her. "Shh shh shh, it's ok. I've got you. We'll take care of this, ok? Everything is going to be ok. I promise"

"Really? You're not mad?"

He rubbed her back as he held her against him. "I'm not thrilled that you had an affair with a married man. But a baby is a blessing, if you want it."

She looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really, Kae. I'll support you no matter what."

"I... thanks dad, I... don't know what to say."

"Are you keeping it?"

She nods slowly. "I want to."

"And Andres? His dad."

"I'm not going to tell them."

He held her close. "Good. That's for the best, Kae. Don't get them involved. I can take care of you. I can take care of everything."

"I... I don't know what to say, dad. Thank you."

He kissed her forehead. "Hey, it's the least I can do. I wasn't there for you as a kid, I can be hear for you now. You can stay here. We can turn the spare room into a nursery. I can buy you baby stuff..."

She snorted back through her tears. "I can't... dad... you're the best."

He held her with his arms wrapped tightly around her. "I don't know about that... but I can try to be better."

****

Kaela couldn't believe how well her dad had taken the news. He seemed thrilled with the prospect of being a grandpa, regardless of the circumstances. He told her she didn't need to involve Alberto and Andres, he even said, more than once, that this would be, "our baby." It sounded weird, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

One thing had surprised her, especially.

"Before you get too pregnant," Harry had begun.

"Too pregnant? I'm as pregnant as you can get, dad."

"I mean before you start showing... I want you to meet your grandparents."

"In Japan?"

"In Japan."

"We're going to Japan?"

"No, I can't go, I'm still busy with work." He had been better lately, but it was still not a great time to be taking time off.

"You're... sending me to Japan?"

"Yes, for two weeks. It will be great. You'll stay with your grandparents. They'll get a chance to meet you. They'll love you, I know they will. Then they'll be ok with having a great-grandchild."

"Are you sure? Aren't they like, very traditional?"

"Not by Japanese standards. But by American standards, yes."

"Do they speak English?"

"A little. Your grandfather speaks better. How's your Japanese?"

"Um... I know a few words."

"It's fine, you don't need to write them a PhD thesis. Just show up and be yourself. They'll love you."

He made it sound so easy.

So here she was, after the long, nerve-wracking flight over the Pacific. On a train from Tokyo, winding its way down the coast to Hamamatsu. She had a Japanese phrasebook, an address written on a card, and a picture of a smiling, waving elderly Japanese couple.

And a mixed-race baby growing in her belly.

'Two weeks, Kaela. You need to make a good impression for two weeks. For your dad.' She gave herself a pep talk. Her dad had bought her a stylish but modest kimono so she could present herself in the best light when meeting them.

"Try not to show your tattoos," he warned.

She was let out by a taxi and walked toward the address on the card. She was nervous, taking a big gulp. Just then, an elderly couple stepped outside the door of the house she was walking to. She looked down at the picture. In real life, they looked basically the same, except not smiling or waving.

'Here goes...'

Kaela bowed low. "Konnichiwa... watashi-wa Kaela-desu..."

The old man nodded curtly. The old woman gave a soft smile.

"Konnichiwa Kaela-chan." She beckoned her up the staircase. The old man met her and took her suitcase without smiling. Kaela bowed low.

"Arigato gozaimatsu, sofu..." He looked back at her and gave another curt nod.

Kaela tried to walk up the stairs in the most ladylike manner she could muster.

Her grandmother held the door as they brought her inside, nodding and smiling, asking in heavily accented English.

"Hungry?"

"Yes" Kaela nodded enthusiastically in response. Her grandmother motioned her toward a low table with place-settings ready as her grandfather disappeared down the hallway with her suitcase. Kaela kneeled at her grandmother's insistence and waited politely while her grandmother fixed some food. She poured her green tea and her grandfather joined her, staring in a manner that suggested, to Kaela, that he was sizing her up and was less than impressed.

She looked around at the traditional Japanese art and decor, noticing a neatly kept backyard. The whole scene seemed out of a postcard, if smallish.

"Beautiful home, sofu."

He nodded slowly. Without speaking.

She sipped her tea, and her grandmother returned to break the awkward silence with some steaming rice, a piece of fried fish, and some pickled vegetables.

Kaela nodded politely. "Arigato, soba..." Her grandmother smiled back.

'Yeesh...' thought Kaela. 'This is going to be a long two weeks...'

Her grandmother served her grandfather, then herself, then kneeled down across from the old man. Kaela was at their side. Her grandparents spoke in quiet Japanese as Kaela struggled to understand anything.

Kaela tried not to eat quickly, but she finished her plate before they had. Her grandmother motioned if she wanted more, and Kaela nodded politely.

"Yes, please. Arigato."

"No." Interjected her grandfather gruffly, staring at her grandmother. Both the women looked over to him.

He motioned at Kaela.

"Too fat."

'Who the fuck -' Kaela begin thinking. 'Hold up, Kaela... it's just two weeks. You're in Japan now... they're not used to Polynesian curves...'

She put her head down and didn't protest. Her grandmother frowned at her grandfather and sat back down, pouring Kaela some tea.

She sat politely while they finished their meals. The jet lag and the journey began to catch up with her and she yawned.

Her grandmother squeezed her elbow. "Go sleep."

Kaela looked to her grandfather before getting up.

He noticed, nodding slightly before looking away.

She got up and thanked them and walked down the hallway to the room her grandfather had taken her bag.

'Well this is going to suck,' she thought to herself.

She got into her room and noticed her suitcase was empty. She checked the drawers - her clothing was folded away neatly. Had her grandfather unpacked for her? He must have, who else? But that means he went through all of her things?

'Good thing I didn't brought anything risque... could have given the old man a heart attack...' she looked through the items, and couldn't notice anything amiss, so undressed herself and climbed into bed.

'Two weeks, Kaela. Just two weeks.'

***

Her grandmother awoke her the following morning. Kaela smiled politely and got dressed, joining her for breakfast. She noticed the time. I guess it was lunch, now. Her grandfather was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's sofu?" she asked.

"Busy," the woman replied, heaping an extra-large portion of rice and fish onto Kaela's plate.

Kaela looked up at her. The woman smiled and winked. "Big girl."

"Ummm... thanks..."

'I guess that counts as a compliment? Anyway, I want the extra food.'

They sat eating in mostly silence. After lunch, Kaela helped her grandmother do the dishes, then followed her out to the garden where she helped her further. They went back inside when her grandfather arrived back home, and Kaela helped her grandmother prepare dinner. She slipped Kaela a few pieces of fish while they prepared dinner, so Kaela wasn't as hungry when she sat down again. They had another awkward dinner where Kaela ate and mostly watched them talk. She noticed that her grandmother was, at least by Japanese standards, on the thicker side as well.

'I wonder if the men in my family have a type? Or maybe they argue over this. I wonder if sofu wants soba to be a skinny bitch.'

After dinner, her grandfather went to the living room and turned on the TV. Kaela and her grandmother went to the kitchen to clean up. Her grandmother snuck Kaela a small shot of Sake. Kaela took it back without a thought, then realized that may have been unladylike. Her grandmother smiled at her and patted her back. She then brought Kaela a robe and towel and pushed her toward her room. Kaela recognized the style from the onsen she had attended with her father.

She came back out of her room in the robe, and her grandmother led her past her grandfather, who was watching TV and paid them no mind, outside into the yard where there was a small hot bathing pool waiting. Her grandmother carried a tray with two cups porcelain cups and a matching decanter. She undressed and slipped into the water. Kaela sat around the edge nervously, aware of the tattoos covering her thighs, legs, and arms.

Her grandmother motioned her into the water.

'Here goes nothing...' Kaela thought as she removed her robe. Her grandmother's eyes went wide for a second but she quickly looked away as Kaela slipped in, busying herself with pouring a liquid into the cups.

She handed Kaela a cup. Kaela thanked her and smiled. It was more sake.

She sipped it slowly this time, following her grandmother's lead.

She sat in the pool, the two smiling silently at each other. Kaela let the liquid of the sake and the pool warm her from inside and out, and she relaxed.

They staid there for some time, her grandmother drinking another cup of sake quickly after finishing the first one.

Kaela noticed she seemed to be staring.

Her grandmother made a motion with her hands in front of her chest.

"Big boobie" she said, pointing at Kaela's peaks poking out of the water.

Kaela couldn't help but laugh.

"Arigato, soba..."

"You get many man" she nodded approvingly.

Kaela shook her head. "No..."

"No??" her grandmother seemed shocked by this revelation.

"In Japan, you get... many man."

Kaela shrugged. "Too fat," she said, motioning with her chin toward where her grandfather was seated inside.

"Psssh," said the old woman, waving off the opinion with her hand.

"Don't listen. You pretty girl."

Kaela smiled. "Thanks, soba. You too."

Her grandmother smiled and waved this off as well. "Noooo... old woman. You young girl. Big boobie. Pretty. Many man like."

Kaela shrugged again. "I wish."

Her grandmother seemed not to understand.

After a pause she added. "You have many tattoo."

"Yes, traditional."

This word seemed to escape the old woman. Kaela began pointing to the tattoos. "Samoa. Culture."

"Samoa?"

"Yes."

"Ahhh," she nodded as if in understanding, but it was unclear to Kaela if the meaning was captured.

The woman looked at the tattoos, tracing the outlines with her fingers, admiring them.

"Very pretty."

"Thanks..."

They staid a little while longer before her grandfather poked his head out and called something. Her grandmother responded and stood up, motioning Kaela out of the water. They both dried off and put on their robes. As they walked back inside, they passed her grandfather in a robe going out the other way.

Kaela smiled at her grandmother as she reached her bedroom door. Her grandmother hugged at her side with a warm smile.

Kaela slipped into the room and into the bed.

'Well, day two was a bit better...'

****

The pattern established itself. She and her grandmother could only just converse through the language barrier, but they had fun giggling together at her grandfather's gruff commands and stoic behavior. She helped her cook, clean, and always ended the day with a soak and some sake. It seemed to Kaela the old woman was now more openly admiring her body.

But she still hadn't cracked her grandfather. The old man barely looked at her, let alone smiled. He rarely spoke to her, except to order her to do something in Japanese. It did not seem like he approved of her at all. She doubted he ever would.

One day, when he was out, her grandmother told Kaela she would take her to the mall. When Kaela began to put on a kimono, her grandmother shook her head.

"Wear normal" she said.

"Normal?"

The woman nodded. "Like home."

Kaela went back into her room and began looking through her items to put on an outfit that would give her some sense of normalcy without scandalizing her grandmother. Looking through the drawers, she found the only thong she had brought - a black one - was missing.

'Did I forget to pack it? No, I distinctly remember... could... sofu? Did my grandpa take my thong when he unpacked? Why? Was it too... scandalous? Did it turn him on?'

She didn't want to think about it so put it out of her head as she put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. That seemed a nice balance.

Her grandmother seemed unimpressed as she stepped out... not, scandalized or anything, but maybe... disappointed? Like she had expected more of a show. She didn't say anything as they walked outside and got on the bus. They took transit to the mall and Kaela got to see some of the bustle of Hamamatsu. It's a large city, although not a very touristy one. And she noticed that lots of people appeared dressed for the beach.

"Beach?" she asked her grandmother, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes. You like swim?"

"Yes! Very much."

"Ok, I take you one day."

"Thank you! What are we getting at the mall?"

"I go pilgrimage soon, Shinto shrine. You come with me?"

"Yes, that sounds amazing!"

The two had what felt to Kaela like the most normal day in a while together, shopping for little things they would need for the journey - there would be a lot of walking, her grandmother advised. Kaela was looking forward to getting out of the house and having something else to do.

They got home, and her grandmother told Kaela to change while she began preparing dinner. Kaela changed in time for her grandfather to come home - she considered asking about the missing thong but thought better of it.

They ate dinner again, and Kaela began to understand better the dynamics between her grandparents. There was clearly affection there, although her grandfather seemed to struggle to show it. But her grandmother was clearly happy, if maybe a little bored.

The next day, after her grandfather left, her grandmother came to her and said, "beach."

"Today?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

She nodded.

Kaela excitedly rushed into her room and put on her suit - a bikini, but an athletic-style one with short-style bottoms and sports-bra like top. She brought her most modest one, in case she got this opportunity. It was pink and orange, and she noticed in the mirror it was the most color she had worn since she arrived.

Her grandmother packed towels and a picnic basket and they took the bus down to the beach.

When they arrived and Kaela slipped off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal the bikini, her grandmother had clapped approvingly. Kaela smiled and noticed a lot of stares.

She darted off to the water and dove in, feeling the salty ocean kiss her skin, her favorite feeling. After a few moments in the water, she noticed a young man acting tentative on a surfboard. She swam over.

"Konnichiwa," she said.

"Konnichiwa," he answered in an accent she couldn't place.

"Japanese?" she asked him.

He shrugged. "Brasileiro. American?"

"Yes. You speak English?"

"Yes, little bit."

"No luck with the waves?"

"I'm just learning," he answered.

"Can I try?"

He shrugged and let Kaela climb onto the board. She looked around for a wave and paddled toward, jumping up at the last second and riding it back toward the shore to cheers and claps from a small section of onlookers.

"Wow, you're good!" said the young Brazilian.

She shrugged. "I'm from Hawai'i."

"Oh, cool."

"Mind if I have another go?"

"Not at all!"

She spent an hour this way, paddling out to the smaller waves coming in, popping up and riding them lazily back in, chatting with curious onlookers in between.

The young Brazilian pointed further out. "What about those waves? Ever ride one that big?"

She scoffed. "All the time."

"Can we see?"

She looked back. The waves weren't too big, but they were a little far out. 'Oh well,' she thought.

"Alright," she said, and began paddling further out, crashing through the first set of waves, then another, watching and looking for a bigger swell. She saw one start to build, and paddled head first towards it. As she approached it, it continued to swell, larger and larger.

'Shit,' she thought, 'this one's bigger than I thought.' Bigger than anything she had ridden since she arrived in California. But she had ridden bigger before. She paddled head first, popping up as the wave started to curl over, hoping to ride through the pipeline back to the smaller waves. But the swell continued to grow, the wave didn't curl the way she expected, and she suddenly found herself kicked by the wave, flying through the air, crashing back down into the water and landing awkwardly with her leg against the board.

"Fuck!" she cried in pain, grabbing at her knee.

"Are you ok?" asked the Brazilian, rushing over.

She looked down. "My leg..."

"Is it broken?"

"No... I don't think so. My knee... it bent back the other way..."

A lifeguard rushed out to see her and pull her back in. Her grandmother crowded nervously around her.

"Kaela-chan!"

"I'm ok, soba, it's... aaagh!"

The rest of the afternoon was a blur, but when her grandfather returned home that afternoon, Kaela was in shorts and a t-shirt on the couch, leg up, icing a knee that had swollen to more than twice its normal size.

He said something to her grandmother, and they had a conversation in rapid Japanese.

"You hurt, Kaela-chan?"

"I'm ok, sofu..." she said sheepishly.

"You must be careful surfing."

"I know, sofu."

"Your grandmother was scared."

"I'm sorry, soba."

"But she says you were very good."

"Oh... thanks?"

"Be more careful next time."

"Yes, sofu."

He approached her, taking the ice pack off and trying to bend her knee.

"Aaaah!"

"Hurts?"

"YES!"

He nodded, looking at the swelling and bruising, placing the ice pack back on the knee. They spoke again in rapid Japanese again.

"Your grandmother is going on pilgrimage."

"Yes, we're going..."

"You can't go."

"Why not."

He pointed at her knee. "She go tomorrow."

"I'll be ok, I promise..."

He shook his head. "No. You cannot. You stay with me."

'Dammit' she thought. 'Stuck in this room with old man panty-sniffer for... how many days? Four?'

He patted her shoulder. "It's ok. I take care of you."

'Really?' she thought. 'I haven't seen you lift a finger round her since I got here...'

She looked at her grandmother, who looked genuinely upset.

"Oh, Kaela-chan..." she said, petting her forehead. "We go other time. Rest please."

"Ok, soba... I'm sorry."

"It's ok, Kaela-chan."

****

The next morning, her grandfather woke her. He brought her breakfast to her room.

She thanked him quietly and ate slowly.

'Four days of this...' she thought. After she finished eating, she attempted to swing her legs over the edge and put weight on her swollen knee. Pain shot up her leg. She winced and swung back around and laid back in bed.

She tried to sleep, but mostly stared at the ceiling for a few hours until her grandfather came back with lunch. More rice, more fish, more pickled vegetables.

She again ate slowly, again attempted to put weight on it but winced in agony. She again lay back down in bed. This time, her grandfather shook her.

"Up"

"I can't, sofu, my knee..."

"I help." She looked up at him, and realized he wasn't going to give up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and gingerly tried to place her ailing left foot down. Her grandfather got under her arm, placing it along his shoulders, and lifted.

He was surprisingly strong, and she was able to stand on one leg and hobble a few steps.

He lead her passed the living room into the backyard.

"Where are we going?"

"You soak, good for knee," he answered by way of an explanation.

She darted him a look that suggested what her question was.

"Just you," he said. "Not me."

He lead her to the edge of the small hot bathing pool and helped her down, sitting on the edge, legs dangling in. She noticed that he had already placed a robe and a towel on the hanger by the edge. He nodded slightly and retreated back to the house.

She looked around, kicking her good leg a little in the water.

'Well might as well get in...' she thought, and slowly slipped off her shirt and shorts before easing herself into the warm pool.

She had to admit, it did feel good on her knee.

After a few minutes, her grandfather came back out.

She felt a little embarrassed to be naked in the hot bathing pool with him there, although not much could be seen. But he had never come out here when she was in the bath. Her breasts peaked above the water line, there wasn't anything she could do to help that.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, sofu, thank you..."

He nodded. He handed her a small ceramic cup.

"Sake?"

He nodded.

She sipped it.

"Take" he said, miming a shot.

She knocked it back.

"Good," he said, nodding, as he took it back from her. "More?" he asked. She nodded. He poured her another one and handed it back to her.

"Sip," he said this time, miming the action. She nodded and took a small sip. He nodded again and went back into the house.

'He's being surprisingly sweet...' she thought. 'I wonder if it's like a patriarch thing? Taking care of the poor, wounded damsel or whatever...'

The combination of the sake and the bath had the same affect as before. It didn't fix her knee, but she didn't feel like complaining about it. She was even able to bend it a little in the water.

She looked down at her ceramic cup and noticed that her sake was empty.

'I wonder if he'll be back with more? Should I call for him?'

As if on queue, he appeared again - but this time in a robe with a towel, in addition to a ceramic cup and decanter.

"Hi sofu," she said, feeling the liquid warming her cheeks. She hadn't meant to sound as cheery, but she did want more sake.

He nodded as he approached her, noticed her empty cup, and poured more in from the decanter.

"Thank you," she said, taking the cup. He turned away from her, then removed his robe and hung it up before slipping into the pool with her.

He was well-built for his age, with tanned and leathery skin suggesting years of working outdoors. His dark hair was streaked with grey. He poured himself a cup, knocking it back, before pouring a second one which he began to sip. Their eyes raked over each other in the bath. She noticed him looking at her tattoos, then locking onto her breasts poking out of the water. He looked away and lied back, his feet floating up. She watched him, unsure of what to say or what to do.

'Should I ask about my thong? No, he won't even know what that is. Plus what am I going to say?'

She noticed that he kept his eyes mostly closed, but every now and then would peak again at her boobs, bobbing out of the water.

Then she saw it. Like a little turtle head poking out of the water. It was his penis. It was very small - but, well - cute, Kaela couldn't help but think.

She looked up. He was staring at her big boobs poking out of the water. She was staring at his tiny penis doing the same. Their gaze was locked. She thought about her thong, what he did with it. What he was doing with it.

It was probably the sake - it was *definitely* the sake - but she reached out and grabbed it. He gasped.

"Shhhhh..." she started to rub her thumb over the top of his head. It got harder in her hand, but not much bigger. He quivered. Her other hand reached over to cup his balls. His eyes and head rolled back.

She gently caressed his tiny package in the hot water, his little coin purse of a sack and little turtle's head of a penis. She smiled at it. It was kind of hard to think of him his as a mean old man with a dick this small. She kept rubbing, stroking, caressing, for what felt like an eternity. She wanted to put it in her mouth, but that felt too far, somehow... this felt... gentle. She could almost convince herself it wasn't sexual.

Then he came.

He groaned. There wasn't much... it was thick, almost lumpy, and a yellowish-green. The groan sounded almost like it hurt. He looked down at her, his eyes wide. She held on to him still and smiled.

He stood up abruptly, grabbing his robe about him, not looking at her as he marched off back to the house.

'Oops.'

A few minutes later, he marched back out, fully dressed.

"Out," he commanded. He helped lift her out and wrapped the robe around her without looking her in the eyes. He looked at her everywhere else though, his eyes roaming of her naked form.

"Sorry, sofu..."

He shook his head. "It's ok. You been in too long."

He grabbed her clothes and put her arm over his shoulders again, helping her back to her room. It was considerably easier this time, the combination of the bath and the sake making her knee feel much better, even if it wasn't.

He helped her into bed again and she lay down, closing her eyes. He left the room.

She noticed her clothes were nowhere to be seen. He must've taken them with him.

'Dirty old man...' she thought, smiling as she drifted off.

***

When she awoke, she felt a breath and body behind her. She turned her head halfway but immediately knew from the smell it was him. His hands gripped her hips. She reached back and felt his naked, powerful body. She found his tiny erection, barely hard enough to count and helped him guide it to her entrance. He pushed in with a grunt.

"Fuuuck..." she said.

He staid there for a moment. He kissed her neck, caressed her breasts and curves. He was very gentle. He began to rock within her, slowly, circling as he kissed up and down her neck.

She felt an orgasm building. The taboo nature of the whole thing was too much.

"Sofu... fuuuuuck!" he held her, kissing her, rocking gently through her as she came. He kept going. She had noticed earlier how long it took for him to cum, but didn't think how that might work to her advantage.

She came again. Twice. Quivering before she heard his breathing turn to grunts and get faster, shallower. Then it was over. He was breathing deeply. He kissed the back of her neck and slipped out without a word.

She turned onto her back and looked at the ceiling.

'Fuck...' she thought. 'I just fucked my grandpa... and it was good...'

***

The next morning he woke her up early in his robe with breakfast. He helped her to the bath and began plying her with sake. He joined her right away this time.

She smiled. She watched as he stared at her body, especially her boobs, until his little penis poked up through the water.

She grabbed it, gently stroking and caressing for ages again until he came. There still wasn't much, but it wasn't thick or yellowish anymore. She smiled at him. He looked away.

He slipped into her bed again that night. This time, she turned to face him. He struggled to get hard, so she took him into her mouth. She got wet as he breathed in sharply, began almost hyperventilating. But that got him hard enough to enter her. He was still gentle. He held her, he kissed her softly on her neck and shoulders. She pushed her boobs into his face. He thrust faster as she did that. He was so gentle, so sensual, as he kissed and felt her nipples and curves... she came again, multiple times, before he did. He grunted and heaved, and staid inside her.

Then he slipped out again, back to his room.

The meals he brought her got larger. He gave her seconds. The next day in the bath, she took him into her mouth when he got close and locked eyes with him as he game in her mouth. She swallowed all of it, sticking out her tongue. He shook his head with a smile and poured her a glass of sake.

After dinner, they curled up on the couch together watching TV, both in their robes, her legs stretched out over his lap. He iced her knee. Then he started played with her folds as she giggled and got wet. He fingered her on the couch until she came, then he helped her back to her bed and got on top of her. She came again before he did. This time, he fell asleep in her bed, their arms wrapped around each other.

***

Things went back to normal the day her grandmother got back from her pilgrimage. He still helped her into the bath, but he didn't join her. He still gave her bigger helpings and seconds, and he was now visibly sweeter to both of them.

That night, her grandmother joined her in the bath.

"Sofu was nice?" she asked.

"Yes, soba, he was very nice."

"Good," she said, nodding. "Very good."

After some sake together, her grandfather walked out in a robe. Her grandmother said something but he responded nonchalantly, taking off his robe and slipping in beside her. They seemed more affectionate than they had been the entire time she'd been here. It may have been more affectionate than they had been in years. Sofu laid back in the bath, stealing glances at Kaela's boobs, until his little penis poked through the water again. Soba's eyes went wide. He grabbed her hand. She looked up at him in surprise, and they both climbed out of the bath.

Kaela smiled as they hurried off in their robes.

As she hobbled by herself into bed that night, she heard the unmistakable sounds of them fucking in their room.

She slipped into bed and fingered herself.

***

The last few days she was there, her grandparents seemed to be on top of the world. They were always holding each other and giggling.

'You did a good thing, Kae. This was good...' she told herself.

They helped her onto her train in Hamamatsu, smiling and waving like the happy couple in her photo. She took the train back to Tokyo, then had a night in the hotel before a long flight back to California the next day.

While showering on the morning of her flight, she had a thought - and took a naked selfie, blowing a kiss. She sent it to her grandfather.

"Take good care of soba," she captioned it. He thumbsed-up the photo.

***

When she got back to California, her dad picked her up from the airport.

"Hey! How was it! I heard about your knee..."

"Yeah! It was great, thanks... surfing injury, stupid me, but... it's feeling better now."

"Well, I told you they would love you."

"I know."

"They said you were an amazing girl and are welcome back at any time. Honestly, I was a bit surprised. They didn't even mention the tattoos."

"Well I wasn't exactly hanging out with them naked," she scoffed.

"Right, right, well... welcome home. You hungry?"

"YES!"