Meadow, Female, 18

	- Nursing assistant and nursing student, granddaughter of Grandpa Clark

	- 5'6, 135lbs, tanned beige skin, dirty-blonde hair usually worn in a loose bun

Grandpa Clark, Male, late 60s

	- Grandfather of Meadow, widower

George Barnes, Male, late 60s

	- Terminal patient in a care facility

Meadow had gone into nursing to help people. At least, that was her goal, anyway. Only eighteen, she'd just started working at the elder care facility as a nurse's assistant, taking her first night classes at the community college near her home after completing her nursing assistant courses over the summer. She'd grown up without parents, taken in by her mom's father and mother when she was an infant when her own mom and dad had gone to be missionaries in Pakistan, dying there in a bomb explosion when Meadow was only two. She'd never known them, and her grandparents, Dove and Clark, had raised her as their own.

The care facility was a decent one, she'd been told, but it was really a sad place to work sometimes. The older folks there were often end-of-the-road types, not yet losing out to the inevitable death in their near futures, but not more than weeks or months away from that fate. It made the whole place feel morbid and depressing.

But Meadow was a helper, someone who'd always wanted to take care of her friends, and even her grandparents. When her grandmother passed away two years before, Meadow had ensured her grandfather had everything he needed to mourn and get by. Grandma Dove had been Grandpa Clark's best friend, Meadow knew, and her loss had been a heavy blow. Slowly, though, he'd recovered, thanks, Meadow hoped, to the way she seemed to effortlessly keep his spirits up.

It was that mindset that led her to want to be a nurse. She knew what it was like to mourn and experience pain, and if she could help others get through those tough moments, Meadow could imagine no better way to spend her time.

So, she'd done her NA courses as fast as possible and enrolled in classes to get her nursing degree, but the latter was some years away, so for the moment, she had to make do as an assistant.

Meadow had never imagined what exactly her role might be in the elder care facility. Sure, the courses she took for certification were explicit in laying out the expectations, and the days spent in clinicals hammered home the mundane, and sometimes, gross, things she'd have to do.

She did the little things for the patients. Helping them eat and drink and use the toilet if they were ambulatory. The latter often meant she was expected to wipe them afterwards and regular bed-baths were part of her daily rounds.

Prior to her clinicals, Meadow had little experience seeing or handling sexual organs. She'd once fondled a female classmate's budding breasts when she was twelve or thirteen, but it was a laugh, really nothing sexual. When Meadow was sixteen, she made out a few times with boys, but it never seemed to go very far. She was rather shy, and though that didn't deter the boys from trying to finger her or more, Meadow demurred and resisted and, at eighteen, had not so much as touched a boy's penis before her first clinical exposure to bed baths.

She'd tried to keep a very professional, mature mindset about such things. It was clinical in reality, a quick flip of the sheets and bed clothes, soapy water, a sponge, handling flesh between parted thighs only as much as was needed. Sometimes the smells were overwhelming, especially with the most bed-ridden folks, but Meadow adapted and viewed the work as necessary and fulfilling. She gently wiped and washed and cleaned up each patient and went about things without making the recipient feel awkward or ashamed.

Meadow was aware that some of the contact may have aroused the patients, especially the men. Meadow was pretty good looking, she figured, average height and weight, dirty-blonde hair kept neat and tied into a bun on the back of her head. She supposed that many men and women might enjoy getting fondled, even professionally, by her, but she never showed a reaction when penises hardened in her fingers or, sometimes, clitorises did the same as she swept a sponge over top. It was a normal reaction, Meadow knew, and something perfectly understandable.

The people in the clinic were not likely to get any sexual touches during their remaining days, and Meadow found that sad even though she, herself, had never known such things. At least, she figured, she had years to work things out and have some experiences, but her patients were usually too frail, confused, angry, or depressed to do more than get frustrated by what was left of their once-strong sex drives. All Meadow could do was talk to them calmly, encouraging them as best she could, and ignore the fact that the elder patients' bodies sometimes reacted to her gloved fingers by showing arousal.

"Meadow, dear? I could really use that wash," Mr. Barnes wheezed from his bed.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Barnes!" Meadow exclaimed, jumping back from her thoughts.

"Daydreaming?" he chuckled before coughing.

"Something like that, sorry. I'll get you cleaned right up."

He smiled at her, head deep on the pillows, "No problem, Hun. Don't ever stop dreaming."

Mr. Barnes was one of the better-off patients, health-wise, at least, though that really wasn't a high bar in the clinic. Some days, he was well enough to go for a wheelchair ride around the facility's campus, though today wasn't one of those days. He had a terminal condition, cancer, Meadow thought, and no family came around to see him. Somehow, he maintained a bright disposition, unlike most of his peers. Like many of them, he had but weeks to live, but Mr. Barnes never let on how depressing that must be. He always greeted her by name when she came in his room, and she actually liked that he called her 'Hun.' He called everyone, even the male attendants that, but still, she thought it sounded sweet when he did so.

With a smile, Meadow pulled back the bed sheets and pulled Mr. Barnes' gown up only far enough to expose his genitals, then gathered hot water and soap and a cloth before sliding on disposable gloves.

It wasn't the first time that Mr. Barnes' penis was hard. Meadow had seen him erect several times over the last few days, his penis easily six inches and thin, standing straight up from his groin, whispy silver hairs sparsely covering his wrinkled sack and above his erection. It was the first time, though, that she saw a trickle of fluid sliding down from the tip. She worried that he might be losing control of his bladder and might need the restroom. "Can I help you to the toilet first?"

"Oh, thanks, no," Mr. Barnes grumbled, "I went earlier. The girl yesterday forgot to wash me up, though, so I'm feeling rather unpresentable, you understand."

"I do," she smiled, "I'll get you freshened up right away."

It took just a few minutes to wash Mr. Barnes' groin, Meadow careful to only touch his penis or testicles when she needed to wipe them or move them aside. His erection never faded and Meadow professionally ignored it as she went about her work.

"There you go, Mr. Barnes. All clean." Meadow said as she slipped off her gloves and disposed of them. "What else can I do for you today?"

She returned his gown down over his thighs, his penis tenting the thin fabric, then covered him again with the sheet and blanket.

Meadow could see Mr. Barnes hesitating. She asked, "Tell me what you need, Mr. Barnes. I'm happy to take care of things for you."

He chuckled dryly, "Not that simple, Hun..."

"What?"

"What I'm needing isn't something you can help me with, I'm afraid. My time's run out on such things, I know..."

She cocked her head and waited for him to explain.

"I shouldn't say more, sorry, Hun. I'll let you move along now..."

Meadow prompted him again, but he declined a further explanation. With a row of patients to see that morning, Meadow had to move on, but in the back of her mind she wondered what Mr. Barnes was not telling her.

- - -

"Grandpa Clark?" Meadow called into the house when she got home. The house was quiet, which wasn't unusual. It was late afternoon, just a couple of hours before Meadow had to get to an evening class, and she typically made dinner for herself and Grandpa Clark before heading back out.

"In here, Meadow," the man called, "having a bit of trouble if you please..."

Grandpa Clark had gone downhill physically quite a bit in the last year. He still got around okay and cared for himself, but his back was often not cooperating, and regularly, the meds he took to control his blood pressure, cholesterol, and other issues didn't play nice, making him feel woosy and a little confused. Other times, his knee gave out and refused to bend properly, leaving him stranded in place until Meadow got home.

She went into his bedroom and found him on the bed, on his back, a sheet angled over his torso and thighs. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, just my back again. Tried to get up from my nap and just got stuck here. Give me a hand?"

Meadow had helped him up many times and knew just how to support him while he worked his way upright.

"Dear, I should warn you," he said quietly, "I'm not covered below..."

That was unusual, but not unique, though Meadow had never actually seen Grandpa Clark's frontal nudity before. Usually, it was his backside which was exposed if he'd failed to wear underwear or slacks that day.

"Not a problem," Meadow said cheerily. She'd seen enough old men's penises to think little of it, and she braced herself with one leg, throwing back the sheet and lending her support to her grandfather.

As he started to slowly bring himself upright, her eyes noticed that the man's groin was fully exposed. His penis was erect and a bit shiny. Had he soiled himself? Meadow grew concerned, thinking maybe her grandfather was having a new issue cropping up. Then she noticed something else. Small white globs were dotting the sparse grey hairs around his penis.

Meadow's breath caught, not expecting to see ejaculate on her grandfather. He'd masturbated, she realized with a start. She supposed it was perfectly normal, but she'd never thought of Grandpa Clark as having any sexual desires, especially after his wife had passed. Shocking as the cum spots might have been, Meadow steeled herself and gave her grandfather the support he needed to finally get his bones in alignment enough to stand up.

When he did so, his erect penis brushed right across her arm, sending a shiver through her and then disgust at herself for even noticing such things. Quickly enough, he shouldered his robe and gave Meadow a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Dear. Sorry for my... state... just now. Got a bit out of sorts today, it seems..."

He shuffled on his own down to his bathroom and closed the door.

Meadow stood a moment, turning over what she'd seen, wondering at the small thrill she'd felt when her grandfather's warm penis had so briefly contacted her flesh. She looked down at her arm and stared at where a thin smear of wetness was already drying on her skin. Without thinking any further on what her grandfather had left on her body, she grabbed a wet wipe from the bedside table, cleaned the spot, and set about figuring out something for dinner.

- - -

"Good morning, Hun!" Mr. Barnes greeted her the next day.

She smiled. "Hello, Mr. Barnes. How are you feeling today?"

"Oh, you know, good enough to complain, not bad enough to die just yet, so all in all, not too shabby, I suppose. How was your class last night?"

Meadow had told the man days earlier about her pursuit of a nursing degree and the evening class she attended. "Informative."

"Biology, right?"

"Exactly. I just love that class."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be a wonderful nurse, Hun. Wish I could stick around long enough to see you finish up, but I'll just be content to know you while your journey is underway!"

She tried not to feel sad at his words, so Meadow just smiled and replied, "I love getting to see you each day. Always my favorite on my rounds."

He chuckled, coughed, then chuckled again. "Well. I'm wondering if you might take me for a ride when you finish your morning work. Feeling like getting out in the sunshine a bit today." Mr. Barnes glanced out the window. "Beautiful day out there so far."

"I'm sure I can work that in," Meadow assured him, "glad you're feeling up to it!"

"Oh, I suppose I could feel up to most anything so long as your pretty smile is helping me along."

Meadow grinned.

"Oh, Hun. I'm sorry," Mr. Barnes said, frowning, "I've gone and said too much. I don't mean to objectify you that way..."

Meadow had long grown used to the odd and forward things her patients said to her. Some even went so far as to admit, at volume, sexual experiences, not so much to brag or impose upon her, but because many older patients seemed to lose their filters and spouted all sorts of private details which were generally out of place. Certainly, Mr. Barnes' statement didn't even register on the dial. "Oh, no, Mr. Barnes! I'm just happy my smile has that effect on you."

"Well, I appreciate that. I'd hate for you to think less of me for admiring your beautiful smile. It truly is something I look forward to. Your face gets me through the long nights here. Just knowing I'll see you, even for just a few minutes, makes everything else tolerable."

Meadow melted. This was exactly the sort of thing she'd hoped to do in patient care, to make hard days easier. Her eyes watered a little and she took hold of his hand. "That is so sweet, Mr. Barnes. You made my day!"

"You make mine every day, Hun." He let out a breath, collected himself, "Anyway, enough of me gushing. A hand over to the toilet would be appreciated before you give me a wipe down."

- - -

Meadow finished her rounds, caring for nine different patients before she had some free time to see Mr. Barnes again. Her steps had been light all day, Meadow still beaming from his kind words. She'd even smiled at herself in the mirror just to get an idea of what he might be seeing. Her beige skin had lightened recently with so little time spent outside, but it still held a warm tone. Bangs over her eyes hung half-way down her forehead, the blonde and brown strands slightly curled towards the end, the rest of her hair held back in a bun. Her nose was slightly upturned, not enough to look snobby, Meadow thought, but she'd always liked the cute button effect it gave her appearance. Lips lightly painted with pale pink gloss, she pursed them and blew herself a kiss. Meadow laughed, then shook her head, leaving the restroom and heading back to Mr. Barnes' room.

"Hello again, Hun," he greeted her.

"Mr. Barnes, it's your lucky day," she smiled, "I had to get permission from the Secret Service, but I got clearance to take you on a tour of the White House grounds right now, if you still want to take that ride."

He beamed. "Sure would, Hun."

"Give me just a few and I'll you into your chair."

- - -

The grounds around the care facility weren't much. Located in a suburban sprawl near restaurants and office complexes, the property was several dozen acres of sterile buildings and some open spaces. There were benches and a few tables for families to eat together and visit, even a small pond with a fountain and ducks on the most open side of the campus. She slowly wheeled Mr. Barnes over to the edge of the pond, no rush in her steps despite the many preparatory duties she was delaying in order to take care of the man.

"Laziest ducks known to man," Mr. Barnes laughed. "Look at them! Can even be arsed to waddle over and beg." Meadow had grabbed a few slices of bread to toss for the ducks, but the slowly-paddling birds just floated by, ignoring the three or four pinches which had been tossed nearby.

"Well fed, they are," she smiled. "Look how fat they've gotten!"

Many of the patients, those who could still get around enough for such visits, liked to feed the ducks, so much so that it wasn't that unusual to see them take their time to come peck at the offerings.

"Ever eaten duck, Hun?" Mr. Barnes asked, tossing another chunk of bread into the water, this time attracting one of the ducks enough for it to paddle over and dunk its bill to take it in.

"Never."

"Delicious. I used to hunt them, back when I was a lad, with my dad. He was a good cook, my dad. Taught me everything I know about it. He made that duck so tasty, too. Succulent meat, rich and flavorful, crackled skin like you wouldn't believe."

Meadow giggled, "I see that look in your eyes, Mr. Barnes. Don't you go hunting these fat boys behind my back."

Mr. Barnes laughed, "Nah. I gave that up a long time ago. Never did much care for the killing myself. The hunt was thrilling, but I never much liked killing anything."

"Good for you," Meadow replied.

"Say, is that June with her kids over there?" he asked, pointing a shaky arm off to one side.

Meadow replied, "Sure is. Would you like to go over?"

Mr. Barnes was quiet a moment, then said, "Nah. Don't want to interrupt them."

Meadow knew Mrs. Clancy, June, well enough to know she relished company even if her adult children were around. "Oh, I think it's no bother, Mr. Barnes. Let's just go say hello."

She wheeled him around the pond and saw Mrs. Clancy waving at them before they got halfway to her. "Ah, George!" the woman smiled with a creaking voice. "You look like you're feeling well today!"

"Oh, I am, thank you," Mr. Barnes replied, "thanks to Meadow here, of course. Enjoying the sunshine today. Nice to see you, June, and Martina and Brian, as well," he added, nodding towards the woman's forty-something kids.

"We were just discussing your stories about living in Austria," Mrs. Clancy told him, "Care to tell it yourself?"

Mr. Barnes perked up and nodded. Meadow leaned down and patted his shoulder, then slid the pager block down into the pocket of his robe. "I'll go run some errands inside. You page me when you're ready for me, okay?"

He smiled at her, placing his fingers over hers, "I will, Hun. Thanks so much."

- - -

Grandpa Clark was napping when Meadow ducked her head into his room that evening. She flashed back to the evening before when she'd seen, for the first time, his naked groin and stirred a bit, surprising herself. Why was that still sticking around in her head? Worse, she remembered the small globs of semen in his pubic hairs, and the light smear of the same on her arm. She unconsciously rubbed the spot where her grandfather's penis had brushed her, not sure why that touch still seemed to linger so strongly.

Meadow shuddered and went down the hall to the bedroom she'd had in his home since she was too young to remember things. It didn't actually look that much different than it had when she was six or seven. Oh, sure the posters on the wall and the assortment of stuffed animals, games, books, and hobby boxes had changed over the years, but it was still the same bed, still the same white, squat dresser and desk. Even the spread over the mattress was the same rainbow design which had been there practically all her life. Maybe it looked like a room a little girl would keep, but it made Meadow feel happy to be surrounded by those comforts, and she was not about to go changing things now just because she was grown up and a college student, working a full-time job and acting, as best she could, as a proper, responsible adult.

She dropped her shoulder bag and flopped onto the bed to relax a moment. All her commitments were quite exhausting, but Meadow's grandparents had brought her up to believe that hard work and many responsibilities were the right things to dedicate one's time to in life, and it had ingrained in the eighteen-year old a sense of purpose just to keep her days filled with work and caring and education. It left little time for anything else, but Meadow assured herself that the days would come when she had a bit of free time, maybe to travel, maybe to consider a boyfriend.

Meadow didn't idle long, soon showering to clean away the day's grime. She made a mental note to be sure to wash the bedspread. It was a bad habit to come home from the care facility and lay down on the bed without showering and changing clothes first.

In the steamy water, Meadow caressed her small breasts a moment, tingling a little bit with arousal. Those moments came and went in her life. Some weeks, she didn't so much as notice her own sexual urges, others were more of a rush of desires, but more the former than the latter. This moment, she felt, deserved at least a few minutes of attention, so she gently fondled her tits and made her pink-red nipples stand up and grow erect.

Taking hold of the shower head, Meadow took it off its mount and ran it down her front, spreading her legs. Her pubic hair, as it had been since she was twelve or so, was full and light-brown, covering her genitals completely. She'd never shaved it, even when wearing swim suits, and it had never bothered her to let it get rather wild. It wasn't like she was trying to impress anyone, and certainly no one had ever so much as seen it since those first dark hairs grew in down there. There was no point in keeping it trimmed.

She turned the front of the shower head until it changed its flow from wide-area spray to fast, hard pulses. Meadow jumped when she hovered it just below her vulva, the water striking her rising clit and making her shudder in pleasure.

She started to rock her hips in a rhythm which often brought her off quickly. The water sprayed up with a purpose and Meadow let her mind wander in fantasy.

Her clit twitched and her body followed when the memory of Grandpa Clark's penis swept in. Meadow tried to push aside that image, but it was strangely attractive in that moment. It had been erect then, a real handful by Meadow's reckoning. She imagined being able to see the moments just before she'd come in to help her grandfather, the seconds or minutes when he'd used his fingers to slide up and down his length, gushing forth his orgasm to splatter onto his body.

Meadow swooned and strained, suddenly too hot to continue. Her clit was very sensitive and the image burning in her brain too powerful to wrap herself around. She slammed her palm onto the water knob and the spray shut off. Meadow twitched and rocked, on the edge of orgasm, but too torn by her fantasy vision to let herself get there.

"Meadow?" her grandfather's voice called out as the teen rested on the edge of release, her clit straining for her to flick back on the steamy water.

She let out a lightly-frustrated sigh, but felt rather happy to have been interrupted right then. She was just about to climax thinking about her grandfather masturbating. "In the shower, Grandpa Clark!"

"I could hear," he replied. From the sound of his voice, he'd opened the door and was leaning inside. Meadow was suddenly aware of her nudity in the tub and was thankful for the dark-golden curtains she'd thought to pull along the side, covering her from his eyes. "Just wanted you to know that a Mr. Barnes called the house phone a few minutes ago. He left a message for you."

That was odd, Meadow thought. Even though she often gave her patients her cell number so that they could call her direct when she was at work, to not risk messages getting lost when routed through the administrative staff, she'd never given anyone the hardline number at her grandfather's house. "The house phone? Not my cell?" She wondered if maybe Grandpa Clark was confused and had answered her cell by mistake.

"That's right. I took down the message. I'll leave it on the table for you."

"Okay... thanks."

Meadow waited until she heard the door click shut again, then stepped out and quickly dried. Her whole crotch felt a little tender, still worked up. She chuckled, wondering if this was something like the sensation of 'blue balls' she'd heard boys talk about. Regardless, the moment had passed, thankfully, and Meadow quickly forgot about her confusing fantasy in the shower.

After putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Meadow retrieved the note. Scrawled in her grandfather's rather precise handwriting, it read:

George Barnes from St. Martha's.
Would Meadow like to bring some of the cherries she mentioned in the morning?
Will pay her back.

Meadow sighed. She'd forgotten that she promised Mr. Barnes fresh cherries last week. She'd mentioned they were in season and especially sweet this year, and Mr. Barnes had practically begged her to bring him some. She felt terrible for forgetting, but she quickly gathered her things and told her grandfather that she was running down the street to the store. He added milk and a couple of other things to her list, and Meadow was out the door. She wondered, one more time, why he had called the house phone instead of her cell, but didn't think much more on it.

- - -

"Oh, Hun, these are magical!" Mr. Barnes exclaimed. "Simply magical!"

Meadow stood by while Mr. Barnes carefully ate around the cherry pits and smacked loudly as he swallowed one after another of the sweet dark cherries. His hand trembled, unsteady, and the effort he was making to use the numb fingers was admirable. "So sorry I forgot!"

"Oh, do not fret, Hun! These were worth the wait! Please, have some with me!"

Meadow was rather strict with herself about her diet, planning out each meal and snack and counting calories. She liked to think she could keep herself young and healthy that way, and she'd never been much for breaking her routine.

But Mr. Barnes was worth an exception. "Give me twenty minutes to take care of Mrs. Hannigan and I'll join you."

"Deal."

Twenty minutes later, or thereabouts, Meadow returned to find no more than two dozen of the cherries still left in the bag. Mr. Barnes looked rather full and satisfied, a big, red-smeared grin on his face. "I barely left you any!"

She laughed, pulling up a short stool beside his bed and taking a seat, her feet rather sore from the long hours standing on them the past few weeks. "Oh, but you did! That good, eh?"

"Magical," he said again, "please, share what's left with me."

Meadow slowly chomped, snapping the skin and letting the glorious meat melt in her mouth. Meadow purred, "So good."

"Aren't they just?" Mr. Barnes bit into one and Meadow heard the same snap through its flesh as he chomped down. "Nothing like a sweet, tight young cherry."

Meadow nearly choked as she chuckled, hearing a euphemism where none was intended.

"What, Hun?"

"Oh," she replied, "nothing, nothing." Meadow quickly tried to catch her laughter.

Mr. Barnes looked horrified a moment, blushing. "Oh, Hun. I didn't mean... I... I meant these!" He held up the fruits and looked aghast.

"It's okay, Mr. Barnes," Meadow laughed, "I knew what you meant, just a peculiarly funny way of putting it. 'Tight young cherry.'" The man looked further horrified, then she added, "Really, it's fine. I'm the one who should apologize."

He shook his head and started to smile, "Well, you should not. Humor is lacking around here. I could use more of it, myself. Sorry it was a bit ribald, though, if unintentional."

"Don't be sorry. I'm not a girl, Mr. Barnes. I can handle a well-placed euphemism. Or a dirty joke. Nothing wrong with having fun." She lowered her voice, "Just between us, though. Don't want Mr. Sanchez hearing that." Mr. Sanchez was the shift supervisor, a bit of a strict boss but not a cruel one. Meadow was happy to be professional and avoid risking offense, but Mr. Barnes was a special man who deserved some levity when she could offer it. She bit into another cherry.

"I've known a dirty joke or two in my life, though none worthy of your company, Hun."

She grinned, "Try me."

He hesitated, then shrugged, saying, "Sure?"

"Definitely!"

He cleared his throat and said, "What do you call a virgin on a waterbed?"

She shook her head with a smile, "What?"

"A cherry float!"

Meadow laughed, "Terrible!"

Mr. Barnes beamed, though.

"I got one," she offered.

"Okay."

"How do you know who's the head nurse?" Meadow asked.

"How?"

She replied, "She's the one with dirty knees!"

Mr. Barnes alternated chuckling and coughing, shaking his head, "I like that one. How about this one: A guy in the emergency room has burns all over his body. Doctor takes one look and tells the nurse to give him a viagra. Nurse asks what good that would do. Doctor tells her, 'It'll keep the sheets off his legs!"

Meadow shook her head, "What an image!"

"Too much?"

She shook her head again, "Not at all. What's hard and pink when it goes in, but soft and wet when it comes out?"

Meadow waited, giggling, as she watched Mr. Barnes try to reply, "Err... tell me..." he said.

"Gum, you pervert!"

His coughing fit kicked off seconds after his laughter erupted, but then he seemed to deflate quickly and looked down at this feet.

"Too much?" Meadow asked, wondering if she, instead, had been the one to go to far.

"Oh, nah. Just... little close to home, I suppose..."

Meadow frowned. "Sorry, was just a joke." She wasn't entirely sure what the offense had been.

"It's fine. Just... well, I won't say it."

She cocked her head, lowering her voice, "Really, it's fine. Just tell me..."

He looked up at her a moment, paused, then shrugged, "I just miss doing all that stuff..."

Meadow deflated then. "Ah... Sorry, Mr. Barnes..."

"Not your fault. You know," he said, "what they never tell you is that only some parts of your body and mind fall apart towards the end. Some of them, though, they keep going strong." As if to emphasize his point, the blanket over his groin was distinctly tented.

Meadow's eyes paused there a second too long and Mr. Barnes noticed. She saw him put effort into trying to shuffle his position so as to hide his obvious erection.

"Meadow?" A voice called into the room a second before Mr. Sanchez poked his head in. "Meeting time, if all is set here. Mr. Barnes, is Meadow taking good care of you?"

He nodded and smiled at the man, "She's the best. You really should give her a raise, you know."

Mr. Sanchez offered a tight smile and nodded, "Well, I'll put a good word in."

- - -

Meadow had been troubled during the staff meeting and during lunch by Mr. Barnes' words. It must really suck still becoming aroused but unable to do anything about it. Mr. Barnes' arms were only ever steady for a few minutes at a time, and his fingers had lost most of their sensitivity in the previous weeks, making what he'd done to eat the cherries earlier a feat of will.

But what could she do for him? There was no way she could risk so much as touching him there, let alone giving him the relief he clearly needed. No touching other than bed baths, anyway. That notion took on a life of its own as she chewed her sandwich mindlessly. Could she help him and still make it seem like it was just a bath? It was rare for anyone to just randomly pop into a room, though it certainly happened. She couldn't be caught by anyone, that was for certain. And should she talk to him about it first? Surely he would decline even if it was what he desperately wanted. Mr. Barnes was a gentleman, not someone likely to take advantage of a young woman, as he would see it. Should Meadow just do it?

She didn't get a chance to see Mr. Barnes again that day, not that she had a clue what to say or do at that point. He had scheduled doctor's appointments all afternoon, and Meadow went home at the end of her shift feeling a little unbalanced.

- - -

It was the most unusual of noises which woke Meadow from her nap. With no classes that evening, she had showered and settled into her bed to recover her stability. The sounds she heard through the wall she shared with her grandfather's room came strange and muffled to her ears. What is that? She leaned back, ear closer to the wall.

"Ohhh..." her grandfather's voice distantly breathed.

He sounded hurt, groaning, and Meadow was immediately racing to his room, slamming open his door and stopping in her tracks.

Grandpa Clark was on his back, fist wrapped around his penis, white ejaculate flying wildly into the air. Meadow's throat constricted, her voice lost, her breath as well. Two, three, four powerful spurts splattered down all over her grandfather's body. He wasn't even aware of her watching, the sound of his semi-ragged breathing and growling moans more than covering her entrance.

Two heartbeats, three, then a fourth before Meadow found her head and quickly leapt out of the room and closed the door a little too strongly behind her. She stood, panting a moment, just outside, and heard the bed creak slowly as the man on it started to shift. Meadow raced back to her room, closing the door, and stood, vibrating, shocked and a little aroused by what she'd seen.

- - -

Things were clearly awkward for a good hour after Grandpa Clark had roused and come out of his room. Meadow mechanically worked on a salad and grilled chicken for dinner, and the way he moved and the manner in which his eyes avoided looking at her meant he knew what she had seen earlier. It wasn't like him to be so standoffish, but Meadow, herself, was not exactly all that comfortable being near him, either.

A few bites into the meal, Grandpa Clark let out a long sigh, then looked at her finally. "I'm sure sorry about earlier, Meadow. Had no idea you might come in there..."

She swallowed her mouthful, gathered her thoughts, and replied, "It's fine. Really. I thought I heard you... in pain... Sorry for... interrupting..."

He looked rosy, blushing, "Not meant for you to know about that, obviously..."

She smiled at him, her natural inclination to sooth and heal taking over, "It's okay, Grandpa Clark. I know guys do that. Pretty normal."

"Yeah, well, not normal for a girl to see her grandfather doing that, that's for sure."

"Maybe not, but, really, I'm okay."

He watched her, eyes slightly averted, then nodded, "Good." Grandpa Clark chuckled, shaking his head.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied.

"Tell me!"

He mouthed words a time or two before saying, "Just the timing, that's all. Couldn't have walked in at a worse time."

Meadow giggled and soon the two of them were sharing a fit of laughter together at the absurdity of it. "I almost walked right into the money shot, Grandpa Clark!"

"That you did!" he grinned. "Half surprised I didn't get you. I've got no control of that thing anymore."

She smiled, "Seemed you had plenty of control to me..."

He looked at her in surprise, then couldn't stop smiling. "Suppose so..."

An awkward silence followed as Meadow clearly felt like they were tiptoeing the line of good humor and decency. Thankfully, her grandfather cleared his throat and asked her about her day.

- - -

Meadow could not sleep later that night. Her grandfather's ejaculation had her all mixed up. Part of her was disgusted and revulsed because that's what was expected. It should be gross to see your own grandfather jerking off and shooting cum in the air! But just as much of her felt tingly and excited. She'd never seen any such thing in person before, only on videos. The way Grandpa Clark's penis twitched and swelled as he came was really something. The sounds he made, the pleasure obvious in his tones, just enhanced the moment.

She was so turned on that Meadow rapidly twirled fingers around her clit and brought herself to orgasm. Her thoughts turned suddenly to Mr. Barnes. Maybe she could help him out, if she was careful. He deserved that, right? Not that she'd ever done anything with a man before, but Meadow had seen enough pornography to get the idea. Could she really do that at work and get away with it? Would Mr. Barnes think less of her afterwards? Would he be mad if she did it and poisoned his opinion of the polite, innocent eighteen-year old she'd presented to him? Meadow recalled the dirty jokes they'd told and thought maybe she was overthinking things, that if she did give him some relief, it would probably only make his opinion of her soar. Pretty soon, thoughts of helping Mr. Barnes climax made Meadow's clit explode into her second orgasm of the night, a rare double for the teen.

- - -

"I forgot to ask you, Mr. Barnes," Meadow told him after taking away his breakfast tray, "why did you call my house line the other day? You have my cell, right?"

He looked a little sheepish, "Ah, that. I'm so sorry. I got a little confused and, I confess, I pried a bit. I've lost your cell number, Hun, forgot where I put that."

Meadow glanced to where it was right at eye level, in big print, on a sticky-note not four feet from his head.

But he continued, "Nurse Daniels was in here with that pad thing of hers. I wanted to remind you about the cherries, so I just sort of... noticed she had the employee directory opened up. I just rang the number I saw. Didn't know it was the house line until a man's voice answered."

She nodded, ignoring the problem of a patient having direct access to what was available on one of the provider portal tablets, "Okay... just wondered. My number's right there, you know," she said, pointing to the note.

Mr. Barnes glanced and the look on his face suggested he knew, which he then confirmed. "Saw it not five minutes after I called. I'm losing some parts of my mind, Hun. I see that number every day and think about you, yet when I want to call you, I forget. Damnedest thing!"

Meadow rested a finger on his arm, offering kind words, "Aww, you think of me all day? That's so sweet!"

Mr. Barnes appeared to struggle with a response, his usual confident buoyancy slipping a little, "I do..."

She slipped her fingers gently onto his arm and rubbed his wrist. "Well, I think about you all day, too, Mr. Barnes. You always make me smile when I think of you."

"You do exactly the same for me, Hun. I can't stop smiling when I think of you." His lips broadened into just such a thing, and for a moment, he was beaming at her again.

"Anyway," Meadow said, pulling back, thoughts of what she would soon do starting to solidify in her mind. "Think you're up for a good cleaning today?"

He nodded, glancing down his body, then said, "Well... maybe not just now..."

"Why not?"

He shook his head, "I'm, uh, not presentable currently..."

Meadow understood. She laughed easily, "Oh, Mr. Barnes, I've seen it all before, don't you worry. I'll take good care of you whatever state you're in..."

He didn't look too sure, but his protests stopped.

Meadow closed the door for privacy, gathered her supplies, swept back the sheets, and glanced quickly to the tented gown. A smile crept onto her face, the satisfaction of knowing what she meant by taking good care of Mr. Barnes.

Gloves over her hands, she rolled up the gown and Mr. Barnes' erection sprang free. He looked anywhere but at Meadow, trying to not bring more attention to the awkward hardon he sported.

"Looks like you're rather happy to see me today, Mr. Barnes," Meadow said quietly, wrapping her finger and thumb around the base of his shaft.

That drew his attention, first to his penis, then up to her face, "Hun?"

"I said I'd take care of you, Mr. Barnes... If you'll let me, that is..."

He didn't respond at first, and Meadow worried that he would indeed decline her offer. Her fingers cramped just a bit, causing them to clench suddenly, and Mr. Barnes groaned at the sensation. "Oh, Hun... I would love that..."

Having no experience with such things, Meadow used memories of porn videos and the movements of her grandfather's fist to guide her. She pulled out the tube of gel used to lubricate the ultrasound wands and smeared it onto her fist, then wrapped her fingers around Mr. Barnes' jumping penis. He groaned again, "Oh, Hun..."

Slowly, she worked her slippery gloved fingers up to the top of his penis, then back down, gently jacking him. Meadow watched his face closely for signs of pleasure or pain. He was softening, Mr. Barnes' mouth opening, low grunts coming forth. "Shhh..." she cautioned, "we have to be quiet and quick..."

He just nodded, his hips barely moving as if to thrust into her grasp. She tightened slightly and felt him pulse, causing a spark of excitement to pass through her.

"Oh, Hun..."

Up and down and up and down, his shaft coated in lubrication, a wet smacking sound from the glove sliding along worrying Meadow a little bit, but she didn't slow or stop.

Mr. Barnes groaned quietly, eyes flickering open to watch her fist, then up to look at Meadow's face.

"Oh, Hun... I'm there..."

Seconds later, her fist moved down his shaft and a thick rope of semen shot an inch or two into the air and quickly splashed down onto her covered fingers, soon followed by second and a third, the latter reaching far enough to hit her uncovered forearm.

Mr. Barnes moaned and completely relaxed from the relief and release. His penis shrank quickly after his ejaculation, and Meadow drew back her fingers, letting his flaccid cock rest over his testicles.

Without a word, she began to clean him with soap and a sponge, washing away the sticky sperm from his groin and wiping all around until he was cleared of signs of his orgasm. His eyes were open, watching her face, as she cleaned him, but he said nothing, breathing heavily and looking both shocked and satisfied.

Meadow cleaned up her arm, removing Mr. Barnes' semen from her skin, then her gloves, finally rinsing up in the sink.

"Hun," Mr. Barnes said quietly when she'd turned back around, "you okay with all that?"

She smiled gently, "Oh, yes. I enjoyed it."

He shook his head, "I never dreamed that might happen. Well, hell, that's a lie. I dreamed about that from the first time I met you, but that was better than anything I could have hoped to experience. You were perfect!"

"My pleasure, Mr. Barnes." Meadow leaned closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Our secret, right?"

"Oh, Hun. As much as I want to shout from the rooftops my joy for what just happened, I will not tell a soul. Promise."

She pecked him again, then stood straight. "Well," Meadow said, keeping her voice low, "maybe if we can keep that secret, it won't be the last time. Sound good?"

He nodded and grinned, "I feel so damn good right now I feel like I'm flying!"

Meadow smiled.

- - -

It was odd that evening after work, at dinner with Grandpa Clark, and then in her night course. In some ways, Meadow supposed, her total virginity had been rolled back a little. Nothing like giving a blow job or having intercourse, naturally, but she'd handled Mr. Barnes' penis and brought him to orgasm. That counted towards something, right? It made her begin to fantasize a lot that day, and not just about Mr. Barnes. She couldn't do more with him other than a well-hidden hand job, the risks were beyond those she could take. But that wasn't so for the cute coworkers she saw each day. Or, she realized, her own grandfather. That last thought was pushed away with force, but it was stubborn and resurfaced regularly the entire night.

Once home and in bed, Meadow again rode her fingers to dual orgasms, once more feeling Mr. Barnes' penis in her grasp, once again watching her grandfather ejaculating wildly.

- - -

"Meadow, a moment?" Nurse Daniels pulled Meadow aside when she arrived a few minutes ahead of her shift.

The woman led Meadow into one of the small meeting rooms and closed the door. Nurse Daniels' eyes were swollen and red. Meadow pleaded, "What's wrong?"

"I know you and Mr. Barnes were very close, he just adored you..."

Meadow stared, her heart hammering as the next words became clear before being voiced.

"He passed away in the night... I'm so sorry..."

Meadow collapsed into the chair, eyes raining down salty drops. At some point, Nurse Daniels wrapped her arms around her and, distantly, Meadow heard her offering condolences, but Meadow was distraught and inconsolable. She wailed her pain. It couldn't be true! Why, God? Meadow had experienced the deaths of several patients in her short weeks at the facility, but none hit her like Mr. Barnes. She was absolutely crushed.

How long she cried there, she wasn't sure. At some point, one of the other nurses replaced Nurse Daniels and held her hand, guiding her into a more comfortable chair in one of the small waiting rooms nearby. Meadow curled up into a ball and cried until she couldn't find another tear left to shed.

- - -

Nurse Daniels drove her home and waited until Meadow was inside, then, crying herself, wished Meadow well and told her not to worry about her shifts that week. Meadow thanked her, blubbering, and shut herself in her bedroom, fresh waves of despair forcing tears to once more fall.

"Meadow?" her grandfather called through the closed door. "You crying?"

She sniffled, bawled, and buried her face in the pillow, unable to explain, her throat raw and thick.

Meadow heard the door open and she knew Grandpa Clark stepped inside. "Meadow, what's wrong, dear girl?"

Meadow tried to speak but could find no strength. She grabbed a half-empty bottle of water on her night stand and swallowed the whole thing down as her grandfather sat on the edge of the bed and put his arm on her shoulder. "Mr. Barnes... He... he died last night!"

"Oh, dear girl, I'm so sorry," Grandpa Clark said, leaning over her and wrapping Meadow in as tight a hug as he could still manage. "I know he was really important to you..."

She spun over quickly and wrapped her arms around her grandfather, almost pulling him down over her, forgetting in her grief to be gentle with him. He groaned but didn't protest as she embraced him. "He was the best..." she cried into his shoulder.

- - -

Meadow had forced her way off the bed a few moments later, remembering her grandfather's back and carefully helping him stand upright again. She felt bad for forgetting about him. Her tears had slowed in the man's embrace, the warm comfort she'd known as a girl washing her in loving support. As much as she still grieved, she relished being held like that again by Grandpa Clark.

He offered to make her something to eat, a rare thing those days, but she declined, excusing herself to the bathroom and closing herself inside. Meadow looked at herself in the mirror. Hair mussed and wild. Her face was bright red, her eyes the same, her makeup was so smeared as to be almost washed away. She looked like she'd been crying for days, which didn't feel far from the truth. Her stomach was rumbling, so she sat on the toilet and relieved herself, trying not to think too much on her sorrow.

It came to her suddenly that it was a real blessing to have had that one experience with Mr. Barnes. Those spare few moments where she'd given him relief. Right at the end of his life, he'd been as happy as he'd been since she knew him. Just with her fingers, Meadow had brought Mr. Barnes the relief he'd sought for so long. She smiled to remember the way he'd spurted his thick semen. Idly, she touched the part of her arm where some of it had splashed onto her. Meadow somewhat regretted ever washing it away.

- - -

Despite the offers, Meadow chose to return to work the next day. It was better, she figured, than moping at home and mourning Mr. Barnes. She put on her happy mask despite her inner grief, and made her morning visits with each of her remaining patients. Meadow didn't miss how easily she skipped past Mr. Barnes' room. Easy only because dwelling on what it meant was too hard.

By the following day, the room wasn't even empty any more. A terminal woman, somewhere well past eighty, had taken up residence, forever washing away Mr. Barnes' existence in that place.

Meadow left work that afternoon, no classes on her nightly schedule, and decided to break her usual routine and pick up take-out for dinner, stopping by the local Indian place and getting a couple of dishes she knew her grandfather enjoyed.

Sitting at the table, eating curries, she thought about Mr. Barnes, how it must have been very lonely to have no loved ones around, no family visiting, no friends at his side. It almost made her cry again, but she remembered how she'd been the one who Mr. Barnes had at his side. It was her smile which he wanted to see each day. It made her feel mature and she loved to think that the man had looked at her number on the sticky note and thought about her, excited to know he'd spend a few minutes the next day with Meadow around.

"You really miss Grandma Dove..." she said quietly between bites. "I do, too..."

Grandpa Clark nodded once. "More than you can understand..."

Meadow had mourned her grandmother, too, but she'd known Grandpa Clark's grief was deeper and more terrible, so Meadow had bucked up and did what she could to keep her grandfather's spirit up. She hadn't mourned nearly as much as she thought necessary for such things, but Grandpa Clark needed her more than her grief did in those days.

Mr. Barnes was different. It was somehow more personal to Meadow, and Grandpa George barely knew about the man. Suddenly, Meadow had some idea, even if just a hint of it, what her grandfather must have gone through, and was still going through. "Do... you think you might ever, you know... see someone again, Grandpa Clark?"

He stared off into the other room. "No."

"Why?"

Grandpa Clark shrugged, "No point. I'm too old for all that."

"That's not so. I'm sure there's someone out there for you."

He shook his head, "Doesn't matter. I get by with you around."

Meadow started to ask what would happen if Meadow wasn't around, but that seemed like a dark interjection and she held back, instead saying, "But... there's just some things you need, Grandpa Clark, you know, that I'm not there for."

What was in her head in that moment was nothing sexual. Meadow meant to imply more innocent things, like holding hands and kissing, telling secrets, cuddling, things the romantic teen thought might be fun to experience herself one day. She certainly didn't mean what her grandfather heard.

"I can take of things down there myself, as you know..."

"Uh..." Meadow stammered, the image of her grandfather's ejaculating penis slamming into her thoughts, "oh... yeah... I know..."

He blushed and looked away. "Anyway... that's not table talk, nor something my granddaughter needs to know..."

"Yeah... too late for that now, though, huh?" Meadow said, trying to inject humor to deflect the awkwardness of the subject.

Grandpa Clark chuckled, "Suppose so. You saw the fountain pen in all it's glory, I'm afraid."

Meadow giggled, "'Fountain pen?' That what you call it?"

He blushed again, "Among other things..."

Bold suddenly and knowing she was poking good fun at her grandfather, she pushed on, "Like what other things? I know a few, but never heard 'fountain pen' before."

"Well, you know the terms, Meadow, I'm sure I don't need to repeat them."

Grandpa Clark looked at her and Meadow restrained a giggle, her eyes imploring him to continue. "Well, fine, then. Seems this is dinner talk. Dick. Cock. Weiner. Dong. Third leg. Shall I go on?"

"You forgot," Meadow laughed, "Prick, junk, rod, wang, uh..."

"Okay, I get it," he said, raising his hands in protest, "you know what to call a penis. I just hope you don't use those words with your patients."

"Oh, never," Meadow leaned back, "penis is the only word I use."

"Well," Grandpa Clark chewed his words carefully, "still feels odd hearing my own granddaughter using that word, too, even if it is the clinical one."

Meadow shrugged, "Part of my job. I see them all day, you know. Handling penises is part of my job." She supposed she had taken things a little too far when she saw her grandfather flinch and blush again. "Sorry, I'll stop..."

"No," he coughed, clearly adjusting his slacks, "I, uh, like hearing about what you do. Uh... tell me more..."

Meadow's train of thought and odd mood made the words rush out without a filter, "Well... I have to clean penises, you know, so I have to be really careful and professional."

"Is that hard?" Grandpa Clark laughed with obvious sarcasm.

"Hey!" Meadow chuckled.

"Sorry."

She shrugged, "Sometimes, yeah, they're hard."

"That's gotta be odd, huh?"

Meadow shrugged again, "Odd, I suppose. I'm not really thinking about it when I'm cleaning up, though."

"Any of them ever, you know... tried anything with you? Us old guys can be a little handsy sometimes. Especially with a pretty girl like you, Meadow."

It wasn't out of place for her grandfather to say she was pretty, so Meadow didn't notice at first the change in Grandpa Clark's gaze as it passed down her front to pause where her small breasts were braless underneath her t-shirt. "Uh, not really, no. Sometimes they say pretty direct things, I suppose, but that's kinda normal. A lot of meds and a lot of mental declines, leads the patients to say pretty strange stuff sometimes."

Meadow's brain was bubbling with a desire to tell her grandfather about Mr. Barnes. Not only because the arousing aspects were starting to rush back to her with the current subject, but also because, she had no one else to share it with. No close girlfriends, certainly not her coworkers. Only Grandpa Clark kept an ear on her thoughts those days, and she really was excited to share it with someone.

"There was this one time, though... if you really want to hear about it," she offered.

Grandpa Clark looked up and that's when Meadow realized he'd been staring at her chest. "I'm interested..."

Meadow swallowed hard, then looked away from her grandfather so that she could keep her thoughts together. "It was Mr. Barnes... the day before he died. We kinda... we were just joking and such, and he was such a great guy. You know, Grandpa Clark... I'd washed him up many times, washed his penis, but that day, he was erect and he told me how much he hated that parts of his body were falling apart, but some parts, meaning his penis, still worked fine. He was lonely, you know? So... I kinda... offered him release."

She saw Grandpa Clark watching her intently, so she looked away again, knowing she was blushing. "I, uh... I just, you know, jerked him off that day..."

Her grandfather became explicit fast, "Did he cum?"

Meadow nodded. "Uh-huh..."

"Just jerked him off? Didn't use you mouth?"

Meadow shook her head, "No... I've never... Well, I mean, I'd never even touched a penis... in that way... before Mr. Barnes... If he'd have lived... I probably would have tried my mouth... at some point."

Grandpa Clark groaned and Meadow realized his arm was moving in his lap. It took several long heartbeats to realize he was touching himself below the table.

What came over her right then, Meadow never really explained to herself. It was a mix of memories of Mr. Barnes, the lonely grief still close to her heart, the arousing conversation, the need to bring comfort to someone, anyone, but especially to her loving grandfather.

She slid out of her seat and Grandpa Clark's arm froze. Before he could react, she knelt down beside him and saw his fingers tracing the outline of his erection in his beige slacks. Reaching past his hand, she found his zipper, slid it down, and reached into the opening in her grandfather's boxers, springing his penis free. His moan was long and almost sorrowful.

"Can I jerk you off?" she asked quietly, keeping her fingers still.

Grandpa Clark just nodded a few times, eyes locked on Meadow's face.

Like she had with Mr. Barnes, she started to shuffle her fist along her grandfather's shaft. Two things were different. He felt much warmer than Mr. Barnes with no glove in the way. And also, his flesh was dry and in need of lubrication. Meadow knew enough to gather saliva from her lips and smeared it all over his cock before wetting her palm and fingers with a second scoop.

The movement was much more gentle and lovely when wet. Her grandfather was still somewhat hunched over, but slowly, he leaned against the back of the chair, his hips sliding forward until he was on the edge of his seat. Meadow turned him a little so that she had more room beside the table, then slowly worked her knuckles up and down his shaft.

It felt wonderful to the teen. Her grandfather's hips rocked carefully, thrusting his length through her fingers. The way he had turned, Meadow was now right in front of him, but she didn't think about what would happen when the man let go.

He groaned loudly, his penis swelling, drooling glistening slipperiness onto her grasp. "Meadow... Meadow... Oh, Dear!"

The first spurt hit Meadow on the right cheek, splashing up near her eye and drooling down her lips, a second spurt doing the same. She tried to direct it elsewhere and her grandfather came on one of her braless, covered breasts, another shot landing along her neckline. His semen dribbled then, leaving several globs on Meadow's wrist and fingers. She slowed her movements, blinking at the sensation of cum sliding down her face, lips parted. A salty, pungent flavor spread over her tongue and she realized Grandpa Clark had ejaculated into her mouth, as well.

Meadow let the sperm rest on her tongue a moment, not sure what to do. She carefully let go of her grandfather's softening penis and stared up at him, starting to giggle.

He let out an astonished breath, then another, blowing his cheeks out each time, "My girl! Oh, Dear! Oh, my love!"

She smiled at him.

"I've covered you!" he proclaimed as if surprised. "My girl!"

She sat up then stood, reached for a napkin, and started to clear the spunk from her face.

"Let me!" the man told her, taking the cloth and gently drawing away his semen. Some of it rolled into little balls which stuck to her skin, but he managed to get most of it.

Meadow finally caught her breath, remembering the pool of semen still on her tongue. She sampled the taste again, found it pleasant, and then swallowed it into her stomach.

Grandpa Clark's lips were on hers suddenly, and they literally took her breath away. Meadow tried to suck in air but failed, instead, sucking in her grandfather's tongue as it slid between her lips. He moaned, she moaned, and without much more thought, Meadow stopped the boiling concerns for what just happened and took love and comfort in her grandfather's kiss.

- - -

They hadn't talked afterwards. No apologies. No explanations. No laughs or tears or fears. Meadow could think of nothing which would put to words what she was feeling, what she was thinking. She'd left her grandfather to go to the bathroom where she released her bladder then sat, vibrating, reliving those moments. Meadow was too overwhelmed and excited to think to touch herself. Her own grandfather had ejaculated on her face! She could still taste the remains of his salty cream in her mouth.

After a mechanical, vibrational shower, Meadow donned her robe and headed out of the bathroom. Her grandfather was not in sight, likely in his room. Meadow sat on the edge of the couch, not really sure what to do next.

The door opened from the man's room and Meadow saw him walking towards her, now wearing his long, plush robe. He spotted her, faltered a bit, and caught himself on the wall. Meadow was at his side, offering him an arm, and Grandpa Clark took it quietly until she gently sat him down on the couch.

"So," he let out a breath, "that was something, huh?"

Meadow sat down, holding her grandfather's hand, "Uh-huh."

"You okay?"

She grinned, "So okay..."

"Been years since anyone's done that for me... Can I... Can I be real honest, Meadow?"

"Always."

He closed his eyes. "For just a moment, I let myself imagine you were my wife, that your fingers were Dove's. I'm sorry..."

Meadow put her arm around him, warming to the sentiment, "Don't be sorry! That's wonderful!"

"Really?"

"I love that you thought of Grandma Dove! To be her for you... it's wonderful!"

He leaned to her and kissed her lips, closed mouth and gentle, then pulled back. "Well... okay..." He yawned. "Think I should go get some sleep..."

Meadow kissed his lips, then said, "Like some company?"

Grandpa Clark nodded once and replied, "I really would."

- - -

It was strangely familiar dozing next to her grandfather. She'd done so many times as a young girl, sharing nights with Grandpa Clark and Grandma Dove. Their warm bodies next to her always made Meadow feel really nice, and as her grandfather snored lightly behind her, his arm wrapped over her body, Meadow smiled to experience that joy once again.

Was it so odd, really, what they'd done? Meadow supposed it was not much different than the moments she'd shared with Mr. Barnes. They were special memories now, special experiences. Her grandfather enjoyed her comfort, and Meadow had really enjoyed giving it.

Meadow turned back over her shoulder and looked at Grandpa Clark's face. He looked older than his years when he slept, as if it took effort to look his age while awake. It wasn't a terrible observation, just a thought. She reached back slowly and stroked his stubbly chin and cheek. He stirred but didn't wake. Meadow held her hand there, innocent delight flooding her. How had she not seen her grandfather this way before?

The moment made her legs tremble a bit. She wore full pajamas to bed since Grandpa Clark had done the same, but inside her panties, Meadow could feel the sticky wet spot which had formed over the previous hours. She'd not orgasmed in days, and masturbating her grandfather, his cum splattering on her face, had awakened raw arousal which was slowly demanding her attention.

Carefully, she drew back her hand and slid it below the sheet and into her pajamas, using fingertips to brush under the waist of her panties and sliding lower. Meadow was wet, for sure, she felt it in her pubic hairs just above her slit.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned lightly as her fingers slowly slid side-to-side over her clitoris. Her hips moved on their own, rocking back gently against her grandfather. Just knowing his penis was right behind her butt was incredibly arousing and it drove her to move faster, her moans loosed easier. "Mmmmm..."

A hand slid down over hers and Meadow froze on instinct.

"Please... let me..."

Her grandfather's fingers moved lower, under her panties, and Meadow began to withdraw her own.

They were rough, at first, Grandpa Clark's fingers, not yet wet enough the half-dozen times they swept along her slit. But they became slippery quickly when moving lower, down to where Meadow's vagina was leaking girl cream. He felt so different than her own hand down there, strong and sure, not gentle but firm. Delightfully confident. "Ohhhhh..." Meadow moaned as her eyes closed.

Her grandfather's fingers were magical, precise, just what she needed, exactly what she wanted. He slid a finger inside her folds, teasing her willing opening before pushing in. Meadow gasped, sucking in her breath, Grandpa Clark exploring the first inch of her vagina.

"Oh, my girl," he breathed behind her, "you are so wet..."

"Because of you..." she purred.

She could feel the man's erection rising against her buttocks and that made her even more aware of her impending orgasm. Her hips rolled around Grandpa Clark's finger. He was sliding in and withdrawing an inch or two, fingering her while the palm of his hand rubbed down on her clitoris. She started to tremble, her movements jerky, "Oh... Ohhhh... Ohhhhhhhhh... OOOOoohhhhhhhhhhHHH!"

Meadow flooded her grandfather's finger as she bucked, waves of pure pleasure crashing against her mind and body. She fought for breath, moaning loudly, her grandfather's hand drawing out her ecstasy. She rolled and crashed and soared, every breath a new sensation.

How long she twitched and jerked in his arms, she didn't know. It was like passing out and still being aware. Distant but clear. Grandpa Clark's fingers had stilled at some point, but his finger was still deep in her vagina and his palm was still pressed against her lightly-throbbing clit.

His erection was still pressing against her buttocks.

Meadow came around to find herself turning over, kissing him, sucking in his love. He was such a man, to hold her so firmly, to bring her such intense pleasures. She wanted to return his gift three-fold.

Her hand was inside his pajamas before she thought more about it, the man now on his back as they kissed. He was breathing very heavily, gasping around their locked lips, so Meadow slowed down, just teasing above his genitals, letting him calm a bit before she said, "I've never sucked a penis before, Grandpa Clark... and I want to learn how..."

The man groaned in surprise and delight. With a little effort, he pushed his pajama bottoms down to his thighs, his leaking erection bobbing heavily over his balls. "Oh, my girl!"

Meadow purred into their kiss, then slid herself down and parted her grandfather's legs. This was all new to the eighteen-year old. All she had to go on now were movies she'd seen. She hoped she got it right.

Grasping her grandfather's shaft, she watched bubbles of clear fluid rise up the tip and spill down one side of his glans, gradually running down the upper shaft. "Just watch the teeth," Grandpa Clark cautioned between aroused gasps.

Meadow smiled and lowered her head.

It was warmer than she expected, though it shouldn't have been a surprise given how hot it had been in her hand. And salty. Meaty. She held just the head between her lips, testing her resolve. So far, she felt no revulsion, something she'd secretly feared might be her reaction. No, actually, Meadow liked the taste and texture, enough to apply suction. That's what you supposed to do, right?

"Move your lips a little, my girl," Grandpa Clark told her.

She did so, the sensation so unusual and lovely that Meadow started humming. Her grandfather really seemed to like that, and it made it easier to take more and more of him into her mouth. She found her tongue getting in the way, and learned immediately that Grandpa Clark loved it when she used her tongue. She swept it under and over the tip, tasting the sweet, light drops leaking out. "Mmmmmm..."

"Oh, my girl... Oh..."

She was gentle, tentative, careful. Meadow tried to be aware of her teeth at all times, moving conservatively to avoid biting down or scraping him. No, she wanted only smooth lips and dotted tongue to slide over Grandpa Clark's lovely penis. She moved lower, lower, surprising herself when she didn't gag as soon as she felt his cock touch the back of her throat.

"Oh... oh... oh, my love... oh, Dove... suck me, my love..."

He'd called her by his wife's name. Meadow's grandmother's name. That drove Meadow's determination. She wanted to live up to her grandfather's memories of his wife, to suck him like she did. Meadow didn't know what to change or how to adjust, so she just let his body tell her what to do. He rolled his hips and she slipped away. He thrust up and she swallowed him. Up, down, swishing the tip, down, lightly gagging this time but staying focused, down again, no gagging, back up, her mouth soon tasting of sweet and salty fluids. She knew he was right there.

"Dove! I'm spunking! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"

Salty, runny fluids gushed into her mouth. Meadow froze, letting her grandfather ejaculate against her tongue. Several tight spurts soon had her on the edge of gagging, the flavor more powerful than she expected. Meadow held her breath as her grandfather's penis throbbed semen into her mouth and then started to grow soft.

Meadow slurped as Grandpa Clark's cock withdrew, some of the cum drooling down onto his groin as she struggled with the load in her mouth. She wasn't sure how to swallow it, exactly, a sense of revulsion coming from nowhere a moment before she got it under control. The texture was slippery, a little slimy, not something all that agreeable.

But then she looked up and saw Grandpa Clark looking down at her with all the love in the world. "Oh, my girl! Ohh... Ohh... Oh, my girl!"

That decided for her. She wasn't revulsed at all. It was her grandfather's semen in her mouth. It was wonderful! Meadow swallowed, then again, cleaning her lips with her tongue and swallowing what came away. She crawled up the bed and embraced her grandfather, kissing him, sharing his salty seed a moment before he pulled her away and said, "Please... let me return this wonderful thing you have done?"

"What?"

"Here," he said, pushing her off him lightly, then gently moving himself down the bed. "Put yourself over my face..."

Meadow thought she understand and shivered in excitement. He wanted to lick her down there! She shed her pajama bottoms and squatted over Grandpa Clark's head, aiming so that her dripping vagina was right over his mouth. His breath was rough and warm on her sensitive flesh as she got close, then the stubble above his lips tickled her a second before the most amazing sensation swept through her slit.

Her grandfather's tongue was wonderfully warm and slippery and ribbed. Meadow swooned, nearly losing her balance, catching herself on the bed post and steadying her body. He licked her again, again, moaning his pleasure between her legs. "Oh, my girl, my girl. You taste just like your grandmother when she was your age... Mmmmm..."

Meadow shuddered at his words. She could feel her vagina clenching, swelling, her arousal burning and spreading a pleasant fire through her body. Meadow rocked her hips and her grandfather's tongue darted around her clitoris. "Ohhh..."

"Mmmm... Oh, Dove," he moaned below her, "Oh, you've the sweetest pussy, my love. Like candy..."

"Ohhhhh..." She tried to become her grandmother then. Imagining her body was replaced with the woman. Meadow began to jerk her hips with his tongue burying deep in her vagina. Her own grandfather was tasting her down there. She tasted like her grandmother! "Ohhh... Clark..." she moaned, in the role fully now, "lick it. Lick my little pussy, Clark."

And he did, so, so wonderfully. Meadow didn't so much peak and valley as ride a continuous wave of pleasure for long, delicious moments. She didn't know where one climax ended and another began. Her grandfather never slowed his tongue, never begged for a break. He ate her until she had to fall away, jerking, twitching, soon wrapped in his wonderful embrace, her body somehow covered again the blanket. The night had grown cold everywhere not in contact with her grandfather's body.

- - -

Going to work the next day was rather difficult. Her mind a whirlwind of new emotions, new experiences to process, and Meadow found it hard to stay focused. None of it seemed real, what she'd done with her grandfather. Meadow had gotten up before him that morning and had to leave for work before he'd risen. She wondered about his thoughts. Did he still love what they did? Did it make him sad to remember, each time, that it was Meadow and not his wife in his bed? She hoped he didn't regret things because, to her, this all felt right. Perfect, in some ways. What the both of them needed in their lives.

She came home in the afternoon having just received an email telling her the night's English course had been cancelled and would be rescheduled. Meadow found her grandfather on his feet in the kitchen, something sizzling on the stove.

He'd made steaks and potatoes, looking quite young suddenly. Meadow adored the change in his appearance. "My girl..." he said, drawing her in for a surprisingly strong embrace.

"Clark," she purred, kissing his lips. Meadow supposed she should maintain the role play, it seemed to make her grandfather very happy.

She was off target.

He frowned, then looked down, "Never again, my girl," he said, "never again will I think of your grandmother when we're together."

"What? Why?"

He looked into her eyes, "Because... the lucky man I am is sharing his life with you, Meadow. This morning I realized how selfish it was of me, and, honestly... I finally feel like Dove is in my past. Not forgotten, never forgotten, always loved. But my past. You, my girl, are my present now. Besides," he chuckled, kissing her lips, "I, uh, I kinda like hearing you call me 'Grandpa Clark' when we're, you know..."

It was in that second that the concept of incest really took hold in Meadow's mind. It wasn't that she wasn't aware that sexual intimacy between a grandfather and granddaughter was incestuous, but it never really crossed her mind to label what they did so specifically. But surely, it was incest. Meadow shuddered. Just thinking that word made her tingle, and clearly, her grandfather had a similar reaction to the idea. "Okay..." Meadow leaned close to his ear, "Well, Grandpa Clark... you know how I'm a virgin, right?"

He nodded, sucking in his breath.

She whispered, "I want my own grandfather to be the first man to put his penis inside me..."

"Oh," he breathed, "my girl. Your own grandfather! Is this so?"

Meadow nodded.

"I've never been anyone's first before, sweet girl... this is a treasure indeed!"

"Tonight, then... if you feel up to it," she purred.

"I've never been up for anything more in my life," he smiled, taking her hand and sliding it over the front of his slacks. Meadow giggled to feel his erection pressing out.

"Then let's eat and clean up... We've got a big night ahead of us..."

- - -

Meadow did her best to clean up thoroughly, spending time on the toilet, in the shower, and over the sink scrubbing, wiping, cleansing every inch of her body. Not that mattered all that much, but Meadow had built up some fantasy version of her first time which always included being spotless. She even considered trying to shave her pubic hairs, but decided this was not the right moment to jump into that task inexperienced.

Her nerves were firing the whole time, jingly, her excitement quickly spreading wetness into the crotch of her freshly-laundered panties. Meadow wore nothing else and planned to soon wear less. Her grandfather was waiting for her in her bedroom, just as she'd requested. For some reason, it did matter to her where it happened.

- - -

He was standing just beside the bed when she came in, wearing a lovely silky brown robe tied perfectly around his waist. He'd shaved and put on cologne which was sweet and dry, somewhat similar to rosy-wine scent Meadow wore. Her breasts were pert, small, and at attention, and her grandfather didn't fail to notice. "My girl," he breathed as she stepped closer, bringing his hands to her chest and gently caressing her swollen young tits, "you are so, so beautiful... Am I so lucky? Are you certain, my girl?"

Her kiss answered his question as she leaned into him, his hands crushed between them, fingers grasping her flesh, one soon freed to move behind her, fondling her bottom and slipping below the fabric to feel her naked skin.

With his back issues, Meadow knew there was no way he could take her in the way she'd always imagined being taken, from above, missionary style. But she had an even more exciting coupling in mind.

Meadow didn't want delay, she didn't want or need foreplay. They'd done that already in this long session of making love which had taken many hours to come to this point, this exciting, scary moment. The teen eased him onto his back in the middle of the bed, drawing back his robe, and slowly stroked his penis, already well hard and ready for what she wanted.

"My own grandfather," she breathed, "is about to put his penis inside me..."

She saw the wonder and amazement and deep love in his gaze, felt his body tensing in anticipation. Meadow quickly drew down her panties, letting them hang off one ankle, then squatted down over her grandfather's groin.

Having seen enough movies, Meadow had some idea how to mount him, so she gradually pushed lower until she felt the spongy heat of her grandfather's penis pressing against her lower lips. "Oh, my girl..." he moaned.

"Grandpa Clark... do you want me to take your penis inside my vagina?"

"With all my being..."

Meadow's body opened slowly, lips parting, hot flesh sliding inside. She gasped, the penis unlike fingers or other things she'd had inside her before. It was thick and warm, pulsing, stretching her. She moved lower, lower, her opening spreading, her hole consuming his length. "Grandpa Clark... Oh... Your... Your penis is inside your own granddaughter's vagina!"

He moaned and she could feel the tension building from below. Meadow closed her eyes, letting go of his shaft, sinking lower, lower. He split her open, in a good way, Grandpa Clark's penis planted deep inside her pussy. Meadow came to rest, catching her breath, while seated gently against his groin and thighs. "It feels so... big!" she smiled.

"And you, my granddaughter, are so, so tight and wet! Ohh..."

"Grandpa Clark... you're inside me! Oh... Oh... Oh..."

Meadow started to move, finally, suction forming from the snug penetration. She moaned loudly, running her hands over her grandfather's stomach, grasping him, her hair spilling down in front of her face, obscuring her view. She closed her eyes again, feeling dreamy, feeling strong. Meadow rolled and rose, falling and rocking.

Over and over she drew away and pushed him deep again, deep into her body. Her own grandfather's penis was inside her vagina! She creamed him once, twice, then the tsunami began to roll in when his finger found her erect clit and twirled rapidly around it.

"Grandpa Clark! Ohhhhh... I'm... I'm cuuuuumming! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, Grandpa Clark! Ohhhhhhhh!" She slammed down, not thinking about anything but her pleasure. Again. Again. Her grandfather's hard penis swelling inside her.

She felt it throbbing, distant and wonderful and warm. Was he cumming? Was he filling her with his semen? She looked down and Meadow saw his face in mid-orgasm. "Cum in me!" she pleaded. "Cum in me, Grandpa!"

"Oh, God, Meadow! My... my girl!"

Thick ropes of sperm splashed inside her vagina, Meadow's body milking it out as she orgasmed around him. She could feel cream coating his shaft as she rose and fell. It felt like he came a gallon, most of it already churned out and covering her labia and his groin.

Meadow only rose off her grandfather when her legs threatened to give way and she realized how heavily she had been pounding down on him. The teen slumped over to her side, vagina randomly clenching and pushing out incestuous seed. "Oh, my girl!" Grandpa Clark breathed.

She turned, embracing him, wrapping her whole world around him. Her crotch was right over his thigh, and she leaked his semen back onto him as they kissed and held each other.

- - -

It was a different life Meadow woke up to after giving her virginity to her grandfather. She'd taken a lover, finally, in full. He'd orgasmed with her, filled her with his seed, and cuddled her long into the night. It had been, in many ways, so perfect.

Meadow watched her grandfather in the night after stirring moments before from her slumber. She thought that now, maybe he didn't really look older when he slept. Maybe, she thought, it was the gentle smile on his face which rolled back the years. It made her smile, too.

She sent a silent, sincere thanks to another special person. Mr. Barnes had gone from her life much too quickly, but he'd unknowingly helped her build a bridge to her grandfather, a bridge now drenched in sweat and cum and deep satisfaction. It had been meant as a kindness for the man, but despite herself, Meadow's gift to Mr. Barnes had returned many times over with the kindnesses she'd shared with her grandfather. Again, she thanked him, wished him well in whatever came next for him, and turned her thoughts back to the man holding her in the night. Meadow leaned over, kissed his cheek, and settled against him tighter, letting the distance between dream and reality grow a little less with each heartbeat.