My Grandy

It's taken me a while to thoughtfully reminisce about my life over the last few years, but now that my Grandfather, my "Grandy, " is no longer with me, it seems I have nothing but time. My name is Sara Daniels, and I'm twenty-four and the mother of a beautiful six-month-old baby boy.

I need to acknowledge from the start that sex and love-making played an important part in our liaison, but what bound us together was much, much more. My Grandfather came from what he called "the old country" and always talked about how different things, ideas, morals, and relationships with women were when he was a boy and then a young man. Please try and keep these differences in mind when reading this story. I hope you will be able to understand and put aside any moral precepts or sexual taboos and appreciate the intense physical, emotional, and sexual bonding I shared with my Grandfather.

*****

My Grandfather, Jonathan Harrison Reynolds, who I called Grandy, was a wonderful man, and even now, when I think of him, I am filled with love and the feelings of intense physical arousal that he and only he had ever awakened in me.

Growing up, I suppose I would have been considered sheltered and very naive by most people, and though he lived in New York and my family in California, Grandy was not a stranger to me. He would make a point of my visiting with him each summer, during which we would spend my whole vacation time visiting the museums, enjoying his favorite restaurants, and just talking and bringing him up on what I'd been doing. I grew to trust and admire him and always looked forward to his visits.

After my parent's bitter, antagonistic divorce, neither of them seemed to have any time for me, and it was then that Grandy told them to send me to live with him. I had grown up an only child, sheltered, naïve, introverted, shy, and obedient, a child needing approval and overwhelmed by uncertainties.

I think my Grandy knew me best, and I never doubted his concern or feelings for me. Even during my awkward years, it was Grandy who talked me through the insecurities inherent in growing up and my exaggerated worries about boys, popularity, and physical attractiveness. I remember how I would always laugh with embarrassment when Grandy would say I had a charming innocence about me that hid my natural curiosity about sex, and I believed him.

Having celebrated my eighteenth birthday recently, I was still often mistaken for someone younger. Just under 5' 4" with long, thick, blonde hair, large blue eyes, and full pouty lips. I already had well-shaped size 36C breasts with highly responsive nipples that became erect and pointy with the slightest stimulation. I had a slim waist, a firm shapely ass, rounded womanly hips, and, as Grandy would eventually discover, a "tight, sweet, young pussy" that belonged to him.

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I recall how lonely and depressed I was in the beginning, after moving to New York to be with Grandy. I sometimes cried myself to sleep at night, and Grandy often crawled into bed with me and held me close to him, murmuring soothing words. I was always comforted by that closeness and felt reassured by his embraces. Sometimes, he would urge me onto my back, and I would put my head on his shoulder, feeling enveloped by his love as he rested his arm across my stomach and his leg over my thigh.

"Shhhh, my little one, there's no need for tears. Grandy is here and will always be here for you, " he would say as he placed his large, warm hand between my legs and slowly, lightly began to massage the small treasure hidden there. Soon, the tears would stop, and I would feel a pleasant achiness as the feelings grew. I would close my eyes and turn my body towards him, my still small but hard, erect nipples pressing into his chest. When he increased the pressure, my hips would begin to thrust against his hand until a comforting warmth washed over me in soft, quivering waves. When I had calmed, and was again able to sleep, Grandy would lightly kiss me on my mouth before leaving my bed and quietly returning to his room.

Perhaps because of my upbringing and the bond that had always existed between us, I never thought his behavior strange or wrong; it was just my beloved Grandy showing his love and concern for me, and in my loneliness, I welcomed his closeness and intimacy.

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Though the physical injuries healed without any problems, after the accident, it seemed to me that Grandy was somehow.. . different. My Grandfather seemed to have gone from a sometimes authoritative but always thoughtful, loving man to a frequently aggressive, self-absorbed person whose own personal needs and physical desires came first.

After the accident, as he physically grew stronger, so did his "attentions" toward me. Most disconcerting was that the personality changes took the form of him becoming sexually demonstrative and this sexual acting out becoming more frequent and more intense. Grandy's everyday familial intimacies, the grandfatherly hugs, kisses, and caresses that had made me feel so special, soon progressed to more intimately overt touching and urges.

While Grandy's obsession seemed to be directed at me, and though unnerving, I don't think I was ever truly frightened by anything he did. Surprised and curious, perhaps, but I don't believe I was ever afraid of him. I just wanted to help and please him however I could.

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Though it was difficult for me to admit at the time, I began to feel that my Grandfather, once confident in my submission to him and in my reluctant willingness to do whatever he wanted, slowly began to subconsciously prepare me for what would eventually happen.

I remember how I would sometimes find him seated out on his balcony in his chair during the late afternoon or sometimes in front of the fireplace in the early evening, and he would have me come and sit in his lap. For as long as I could remember, he had always enjoyed "playing" with me when he had me seated in his lap. I'd innocently snuggle onto his lap with my head on his shoulder as we talked, but during one of these afternoons after his accident, he slipped his hand into my blouse and began to massage my breasts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Alternating from one breast to the other, he would pinch my nipples and roll them between his fingers until they were hard and extended.

Talking softly to reassure me, Grandy would unbutton my blouse and slip it off my shoulders. When he did this, I would feel the hardness of his erection under me as he became more aroused and the warm moistness of his mouth when he sucked my tits.

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"Ohhhh, that feels nice, " I impulsively said one evening after dinner while I sat in his lap.

"Open your legs for me, Sara, " he said in a low, whispery voice as he began moving his hand down between my legs.

I didn't want to upset him.. . and so I did as he had requested. Grandy inched his fingers inside my panties and was leisurely teasing my clit as we watched a movie that was playing; neither of us spoke.

It was obvious I enjoyed the way he touched me. I always felt so relaxed and safe in his arms when he touched me there. The light pressure of his fingers as he massaged me was calming at first but quickly became sexual. I closed my eyes and opened my legs wider for him.

"Ohhhh yes, yes, " I moaned.

As the pressure and friction on my clit increased, my breathing became fast and shallow, and my heart raced as I clung to him and whimpered while Grandy slowly brought me, his granddaughter, to orgasm.

*****

Before I moved into his bedroom, Grandy had begun coming to my room at night and getting into bed with me, so I started locking my bedroom door. Locking the door served only to infuriate him, and he eventually took the lock off the door. I had considered moving out and hiring someone to stay with and care for him, but I knew I'd never be able to do that; I'd never leave him with a stranger. Sick or well, he was my Grandy.

At his insistence, I moved some of my things into Grandy's bedroom and began sleeping in his bed. Grandy had started having nightmares, and I wanted to be here for him if he needed me. Since I had been sharing his bed, surprisingly, he seemed to be his old self most of the time. There had been no overt sexual acting out, and I was relieved and perhaps a little too eager to believe that he was okay and that things were going back to normal the way they had been.

This calm was not to last when I was startled awake one night. I was lying on my side with my back toward him. I found my nightshirt bunched above my hips, Grandy had one arm around my waist, and he was humping.. . thrusting against me. I could feel a hot, rising panic when I sensed a growing warmth between my legs, and it was then that I felt his swollen penis between my thighs, rubbing across my clit with each stroke.

"What are you doing? Stop.. . what are you doing?" I screamed.

"Shhhhh.. .. be quiet... be quiet, " Grandy angrily admonished me, his voice thick with lust.

He pulled out and, turning me over onto my back, got on top of me and again forced his rock-hard cock between my thighs. His hips pressed against mine, making his cock shaft rub directly against my clit. Grandy pulled back and started rubbing the head of his long, thick cock along my moist pussy slit. Once or twice, his pre-cum covered cockhead pressed against my pussy opening, and he would linger a few seconds before quickly pulling away and resuming the sawing motion between my thighs. I lay quiet and gave myself over to him.

Finally, pulling me closer to him, he straddled me, and with his knees on either side, he pressed my thighs together and began roughly pumping in and out. In a few minutes, he grunted loudly, and I felt his body stiffen and then a wet sensation spilling out and over my thighs. Afterward, Grandy, spooning behind me, wrapped me in his arms as we drifted to sleep.

That was not the last time I would be awakened during the night with him wanting, needing to cum between my thighs.

*****

Though Grandy's changing behavior was not generally apparent with other people and not outside our home, we had begun to stay at home most evenings. In public, there were occasions he might become aroused (I never knew when or what I might do to cause this), and he would, with an almost sense of entitlement, caress my breast, or slip his hand between my legs, or kiss me on the mouth.

Grandy was particularly infatuated with my breasts and would want me to go braless when in public. My nipples are very sensitive and easily aroused, and men would see me with hard, erect nipples and make muffled comments that would excite Grandy. People would often stare blatantly at us, never imagining that he was my Grandfather, envious and aroused by the image and thought of an old man touching a young girl in such an openly sexual manner.

After these outings, when we got home, Grandy would want gratification. Whether it was fondling and sucking my breasts, masturbating me, having me give him oral pleasure, or cumming between my legs, it was only afterward that he would become calm and his old self.