I cleaned out my family's attic last year and found my great-grandmother's journals. What I discovered could horrify my family, so I've kept it secret.

My g'grandmother was named Rebecca and was born in 1905. She became a 5th grade teacher, starting in 1926 and worked until 1967, and she died in 1980. She had four kids and was married to the same man from 1924 until his death in 1955. She won citizenship awards and was voted Favorite Teacher five times.

All of the above is a bluff. Rebecca became a teacher because she liked young boys. I mean she was a boy-humper.

According to her journals she had affairs of one to two years with 41 boys, short relationships of two to four weeks with 62 more, and over 200 one-night stands with boys, and even had relations with 20 girls, none over the age of 13. She married a homosexual and was a "beard" for him; three of her children were fathered by students of hers and the fourth was fathered by her oldest son. She managed to have orgies at least once a year, several times a year during WWII. She even had three second-generation lovers and one third generation.

I might have brushed this off as a colossal fantasy but journals from 1923 to 1975 is a lot to brush off. And she kept love letters from her lovers and sexy photos showing her with the boys, which is impossible to ignore. It's weird knowing that sweet smiling old lady in the photos was a colossal pervert. And that the grandfather I admired was a literal mother-fucker - and father-fucker, too, I saw the pictures and read the journal entries.

There is no way I can tell my family about this. And there's no way I can get rid of the evidence. I've scanned it all and it's my favorite stroke material. And it's made me look longingly at the ass of my favorite cousin, who is the grandchild from that inbreeding-conceived youngest child (she and I are technically third cousins, but what I know makes her look lewd to me.)