Poor
Grandpa
by Sterling It
was the second time 14-year-old Katy had been alone in the house with
her grandfather since his stroke. Somehow that gave her permission to
grieve as never before. She cried off and on for a half hour.
Katy's
grandma had been nice, but she had died when Katy was three, so she
didn't remember her so well. But grandpa had been such a wonderful
grandparent. Whenever Katy and her family arrived for a visit, he would
give the brightest smile and the warmest hug, and he always had some
interesting gift. He listened attentively to the stories she had to
tell -- unlike her sister Joan and her mom and her dad, who got tired
of them pretty soon or didn't pay attention. He took her and Joan to
the zoo and the amusement park. His stories about his past were always
interesting. And while her whole family was devout, there was something
about grandpa's voice as he said grace that really spoke of a deep
belief. And when grandpa looked at her, it just felt like pure warmth
and pure love.
Grandpa was 73 years old and going strong when
the stroke hit. That was four months ago. Katy's mom had explained what
that meant, about his brain not working right. Katy's uncle Paul lived
near grandpa, and he and Aunt Judy did most of the visiting. Katy's
family had made the four-hour drive on two separate weekends. It had
been so sad to see him in the hospital with tubes and machines all over.
As
time went on, they gave up hope of him making a recovery. He'd need
people to look after him for the rest of his life. The two sons wanted
to keep him out of a nursing home if they could. So he'd gone home with
Aunt Judy and Uncle Paul. But after two months the grown-ups all
decided it was time for him to come live with Katy's family for a few
months before switching back. So here he was.
The plan was not
to leave grandpa alone for too long at a time. Both of Katy's parents
worked. An aide came in during the mornings, but she was expensive.
Katy had bible study after school on Tuesday and Thursday, while Joan
had it the other days. So one or the other of them was free every
afternoon and they had the weekday afternoons covered so the aide could
go home. Between 3:30 and 5:30 every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
grandpa was her responsibility.
The sad part was that he was so
seriously disabled. He couldn't communicate and he couldn't move any of
his muscles, except the reflexes of swallowing and breathing. His eyes
would sometimes focus on something, but it was unpredictable. He
certainly couldn't move his eyes to the left for "yes" and the right
for "no". No one really knew what he was thinking or if his thoughts
made any sense. He lay there on his bed, breathing and occasionally
looking at something random, but he couldn't do anything.
And that's why Katy had been crying, thinking about this wonderful grandpa who was reduced to practically nothing.
There
was one possible bridge across the chasm, however. There was a new
experimental device. The doctors had implanted a few electrodes in
grandpa's brain, and the signal they got out indicated how happy or sad
grandpa was. It was hooked up to a red digital display, but it also
made a simple beep that came every few seconds. The higher the pitch,
the happier he was. When he heard the voice of one of his sons or
granddaughters, the beep went up . If he was hungry and they gave him
some food, the tone would go up. When he was full it would go down
again so they knew to stop. A falling tone had told them that he really
didn't like apple sauce. Although he had been a very devout man,
hearing passages from the bible or churchy organ music made the tone
fall. He didn't get anything out of being touched or having his hand
held.
The first time they'd been alone together, she'd tried
playing her newest violin piece. She was a little bit hurt to discover
after just a few measures that the red numbers were falling
dramatically. She tried singing and found that "America the Beautiful"
got a modest rise. "Our God Our Help In Ages Past" got a falling tone
so she quit that in a hurry. "Yesterday" by the Beatles did better than
"America the Beautiful". "Brown-Eyed Girl" did even better, which
amused Katy.
Last time she'd thought of it like a game, seeing
what could make the tone go up. But this time as she was crying it
struck her that it wasn't a game at all. This tone was the last bridge
to grandpa, and it indicated his actually being sad or a little bit
happy. She realized that his tone had gone down a little when she
started crying, and she felt bad about that. But she couldn't help
herself.
So here she was a half hour later. She'd had only
occasional sniffles the last few minutes, so she felt she was done with
crying. "It's OK, grandpa, I feel better now." The tone went up a
little bit.
"Maybe I can read some more? You seem to like the
sound of my voice. I brought 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'." OK, she
knew, it was a dumb kids' story, but that's what she wanted to read.
Maybe grandpa would recognize it from his own childhood.
She
seated herself in a chair right beside his bed, facing up towards the
head. The tone went up at first but began to fall again. Her mom had
told her she'd go crazy thinking she was a failure if the tone wasn't
always high. She thought it was still up a little bit from its
baseline, so she kept reading. She realized as she read that an old
story like this was comforting when the world didn't make sense.
Suddenly
his tone started going up way more than usual. Surely it wasn't the
mention of porridge! She then realized that in her shifting around to
get comfortable she had put her right foot up on the bed and given him
a clear view right up her skirt! And that's exactly where his eyes were
focused.
She quickly restored her modesty, and the tone fell
again. What an embarrassing idea, that grandpa would be happy looking
up her dress! Maybe it was a glitch in the equipment. She went back to
reading, and his tone was definitely below average (the meter confirmed
that, since they all knew 2.7 was average). Grandpa's eyes were still
fixed on her midsection. She was intrigued. She couldn't resist, just
as a tiny experiment, crossing her legs. The tone went up briefly. Then
she opened her legs a bit while keeping the dress in place, and the
tone went up. When she lifted the one leg to give him a clear view
again, the tone went way up once more. When she restored her modesty,
it fell.
Katy put the book down to think. As far as they could
tell, grandpa couldn't understand language. Still, she had to talk to
him. Maybe he got something out of tone of voice. "Grandpa!" she said.
"Do you really like to see what I think you do?" There was no change in
the tone.
Katy's family was part of a very strict religious
community. They went to a special cooperative school so they wouldn't
be corrupted by all the sinful people. They only watched religious TV.
But Katy was aware of the outside world. When they took a trip in the
car, she saw all kinds of billboards with half-naked people. In summer
the people they saw inside the other cars wore shorts and T-shirts or
sometimes just bathing suits, which looked like fun. But she wasn't
quite sure what to think since she knew they were all going to hell.
Returning
to the situation with grandpa, Katy had been taught from a very young
age that it was very important not to let anyone see her chest or
between her legs. She had to stay modest at all times. Now she paused
to reflect on that prohibition and what it meant.
A couple years
before, she'd been frightened to wake up with blood on her panties. Her
mother had acted very uncomfortable as she brusquely explained that
this was normal and she'd have to wear these special sanitary pads a
few days every month. Fortunately her sister Joan was two years older
and had been a little bit more helpful and whispered furtively to her
about what she could expect in more practical terms, including cramps
(yuck). She already knew that that part of her anatomy was shameful and
she should only touch it to clean it. There were already two dirty
things that came out down there, and now there was a third. There was
also something about babies coming out down there, but that didn't make
any sense. While occasionally women changed clothing in the same room,
she must never let men or boys see that part of her. God would be
angry. She also had got this feeling that actual bad things could
happen if men or boys saw her down there, but she didn't know what.
She
thought about letting grandpa look up her dress. It was wrong of her.
But then grandpa was the holiest man she knew and it made him happy;
surely he couldn't like something that God didn't. She knew she could
get into big trouble if anyone found out, but grandpa could never tell,
and no one else would be home for an hour. Even if he weren't such a
devout man, grandpa certainly couldn't do bad things to her. Should she
let him look or not? The bad parts didn't really seem to apply, but the
good part of making grandpa happy was clear. It was very confusing.
She
once again gave him a good clear view between her legs up to her
panties, and the tone went up. She felt a thrill. Partly it was the
thrill of the forbidden, but there was something else too. She found it
exciting that someone would be happy looking at her panties. Not just
'someone', too. A male someone.
Even though letting a man see
her panties was terrible, panties were also protection. One reason
girls and women wore panties all the time was that if in a moment of
disarray a man saw up there, far better he see panties than what was
inside them! So maybe if you were trying to make your grandpa happy, it
was better instead of worse?
"You want to see more, grandpa?"
she asked, voice quavering. She pulled the dress up so it was scrunched
around her middle and slowly pulled the panties down. The tone went
higher than ever. "Oh, grandpa, this is so naughty of me! But it makes
you happy. Why do you want to see my dirty girl parts?"
Katy
looked at these same girl parts with new eyes, trying to think how they
looked to grandpa -- or whatever was left of grandpa. There was some
fine hair and a slit. When she put her fingers on either side of the
slit and pulled out, the inner folds came into sight and then opened a
little, and the tone of grandpa's happiness went up further. She'd
never heard it this high before! Long ago, when she was feeling curious
about her body, she'd gotten this far in looking down there and then
suddenly stopped because she knew God was watching and it was wrong.
But grandpa was a devout, God-fearing man. She figured if God spoke
through anyone it would be through grandpa. Did God want her to play
with her dirty parts? She felt around carefully with her fingers. This
place where the blood and pee came out was complicated -- what was it
for, anyway? She poked and prodded and to her surprise her little
finger went inside her body an inch. Grandpa's tone edged a bit higher.
"What's
it all about, grandpa? I know these parts are dirty and shameful. But
you like seeing them and watching me play with them. Why all these
secrets? Mommy said I'd know more when I got married, but that's a long
time away! ...Yeah, I know, you can't answer... " She moved her hands
to the side and spread her lips wide so he could see the whole thing,
and his tone went up. "That's me, grandpa. That's my private girl
parts." Sitting like that and exposing herself while grandpa's tone was
so high was satisfying somehow. Like she'd finally told the whole truth.
But
in another way it wasn't satisfying. She moved her fingers this way and
that, touching here and there. Grandpa's tone went up a little. She was
in no hurry. Some touches and motions felt kind of good. One felt
really nice, and as she repeated the slow stroking motion with her
fingers, grandpa's tone went higher still. Grandpa's face showed
nothing, but his eyes looked straight at her dirty parts as she held
them open to his view and rubbed her finger in a place that felt very
good. Not just the parts but seeing her motion made him happy! It also
felt really pleasurable and she didn't feel like stopping, and besides
grandpa had a higher tone than ever. On and on she went, grandpa's tone
high while she felt warm and luxurious and just plain good in a new
sort of way. But after a while she realized her sister would be home
soon. She noted how grandpa's tone dropped a lot as she made herself
proper again and went back to reading Goldilocks.
In
bed that night Katy couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done with
grandpa. She'd always known that putting her hand down there was very
naughty -- something she'd learned from her parents as a very young
girl. But if doing that made grandpa happy, then could it be too
terrible just because he wasn't watching? She slid her fingers inside
the cloth and began playing. It felt good like it had that afternoon,
and she found her hips squirming. After a while she pulled her hand out
and started drifting off to sleep.
But a sudden thought made her
come wide awake, heart pounding. Grandpa had his own dirty parts! She'd
seen little boys from a distance, but not enough to satisfy her
shameful curiosity. It would be terribly disrespectful to go exploring
down there -- but he'd never tell anyone. And what if he didn't mind!
If his tone went down she'd stop at once, of course. But what if it
went up? She lay tossing and turning for another hour before she
finally fell asleep.
Grandpa's
eyes were closed when she walked in. But when she spoke they opened.
"Hi, grandpa," she said. "Hope you're feeling well today. Or at least
not too bad."
She remembered now with shame her plan to look
inside his underwear. What had she been thinking? She'd brought a book:
'Where the Wild Things Are'. She started to read, but somehow all she
could think of was her panties and how much grandpa liked looking down
there. She brushed away a flush of embarrassment as she opened her legs
to give him a clear view up between her legs. He was staring off into
space, however, and his tone didn't change.
Keeping her legs in
that position, she kept reading, but before long his tone shot up and
she saw him looking between her legs. She smiled. She put the book down
and kept things aligned so he'd have a good view. "It's so confusing,
grandpa. I'm not supposed to let anyone see my panties, but I can't
figure out what's wrong with it, unless God doesn't like it. But how
could you like something that God doesn't like? One thing I know is it
makes you happy."
She spread her legs wider and let the dress
ride up, and his tone rose. "Are you a naughty man? No -- you're a good
man. Maybe it's OK to expose myself to good men who've had strokes?"
She pulled the panties down and off, scrunched the dress up, and held
herself open for him to view. At each step his tone rose. "I rub my
fingers like this, and it feels good, and you like it so much."
She
rubbed in a leisurely fashion. As the pleasure continued and got
richer, that idea of looking in grandpa's underpants sounded more
intriguing again. Why not? If he didn't mind, that was...
"Grandpa,
I don't know what a man looks like down there. I know it's all private,
and I'll learn more when I get married, but..." She was getting all
tingly from the feelings between her legs. "Let me know if you don't
like it, OK? Well, of course you will. With the tone."
She
shifted around to pull the sheet down, and his tone dropped at once.
But maybe that was because he couldn't see between her legs any more.
She sat beside his hips with her legs curled, knees pointing up towards
grandpa's head. When she lifted her top leg, he had a line of sight up
to her pantyless crotch. The tone went up, so all was well with her
plan.
He wasn't wearing underpants, of course, but a diaper for
grown-ups. She tugged gently, listening carefully to his tone, but it
didn't change. The diaper came down... And there it was, all his male
stuff! She was repulsed and fascinated. There was a whole bunch of
brown hair, and his penis, which was way bigger than anything she'd
seen on a little boy. It was pointed down toward his toes. She peered
at it all carefully. There was stuff underneath that she couldn't see
well. His tone fell a bit, but she realized her legs had come together.
She opened them to restore his view of her private parts, and the tone
surged upwards again.
"You mind if I touch, grandpa?" she said.
She reached in and touched the top of his penis. She half expected
grandpa to come awake and tell her very sternly what a bad girl she was
being. But of course he didn't. Then she stroked very gently along the
top of the tube. After a few seconds, his tone started edging upward.
So she stroked a little more confidently, still just brushing her
finger along the surface of his penis. The tone edged upward, but
something else happened too. The penis itself started swelling, getting
thicker and longer. She wondered briefly if this was dangerous somehow,
but his tone kept climbing, and she was so
curious! The penis had a little cap on it, and she could see the spot
where pee would come out -- she'd seen it coming out of little boys now
and then. She tried touching the cap itself, very gently, and grandpa's
tone went up more. As the penis grew, it now pulled away from his body
and slid over to one side. Underneath, she could now see a hairy
wrinkled sac. She gently touched that too, and grandpa's tone went up
more. As she went back to gently stroking grandpa's penis, including
the tip, it straightened and then pointed up towards his head. She
couldn't touch the back any more; what used to be the underside was now
on top and exposed. It was also very stiff! She lifted it at the base
and the whole thing came up just like a rigid rod! That didn't make the
tone change, but when she brushed her fingers lightly all over it it
kept going up.
By now Katy was far more fascinated than repulsed. What the heck was this thing for?
She
noted that grandpa's chest was cool to the touch and realized she was a
little warm. She thought of something that might solve both problems at
once. She pulled her dress up and over her head and laid it neatly
across grandpa's top. Grandpa's tone had been going up and down during
various parts of all this shifting around, but it was still higher than
anything that didn't involve panties and underpants and the stuff
inside. Now she noticed that his gaze had shifted. He wasn't looking
between her legs any more; he was looking at her bra! Well, she had a
hunch what might make his tone go up more. She reached behind to
unfasten the bra and took it off. She gradually moved it out to the
side, and wasn't surprised to see his gaze stay with her nipples and
not follow the bra.
She was now totally naked except for her
socks and shoes. Feeling a bit giddy, she quickly got rid of them too.
"Here I am, grandpa! Naked! See me!" She got off the bed and danced at
the foot of the bed. His tone stayed up and his eyes seemed to be
tracking her crotch again. She felt tingly and excited and briefly
remembered how very naughty all this was, but then remembered the high
tone of grandpa's happiness. She imitated what she'd seen in a flash of
video once on a laptop screen in someone's car: she turned around to
show him her rear end and wiggled it -- brief rise in tone. She turned
and shook her torso to make her breasts wiggle back and forth -- brief
rise in tone. What else was sexy? She lifted one leg as if she was a
dog peeing on the bedpost and gave him a good view of her girl parts --
more of a rise in tone. She sure had found a bunch of ways to make
grandpa happy! His penis was still very stiff. She got sick of dancing
around and flopped onto the bed down near his bottom parts and lifted
the penis up from his body again. She tried wrapping her hand around it
as best she could, which got a notable rise in tone. Flipping it back
and forth did nothing, but she tried sliding her hand up and down and
got quite the positive response!
"Oh, grandpa, what does it all
mean?" she said, slowly sliding her hand up and down on this pole
between grandpa's legs. "You get so happy when I do these things with
naughty private parts." He didn't answer, of course. On a whim, she
straddled his chest. But when she let her weight down on him, his tone
dropped fast, so she took her weight off again. "Oops, sorry!" His tone
returned to its high levels. She reached down to kiss his cheeks, one
after the other, and that got a rise in tone. She felt very naughty as
she leaned forward so her breasts dangled over his face. His tone rose
strongly. "You like that? You like them?"
She lowered herself to
slide her right nipple over his right cheek and then -- this felt
especially thrilling somehow -- she brushed it back and forth across
his lips, once again causing a notable rise in tone.
"What about
my girl parts, grandpa? You want to see them up close?" With one knee
on either side of his shoulders, she leaned forward so her crotch was
just a foot from his face and wiggled it back and forth. "See?" she
said, reaching in to spread her lips. She was sure that his tone was
now higher than it had ever been, and she looked to check. Yes, 4.3.
She
heard a car door slam and looked up in alarm. She realized with relief
that it was across the street, but on checking the time she realized
her sister might be home any minute. She raced around, restoring
everything to just the way it had been before. Grandpa's tone fell
precipitously. She also noticed as she pulled his diaper up that his
penis had started shrinking. Would it still be different when her
mother changed him next time? She sure hoped not!
Back in her
room, Katy buried herself in homework. When her mother called her to
supper and her father began the long dinner grace, she felt a wash of
shame. Everything she had done was so terribly immodest and naughty and
wrong. The fact it was fun and exciting was even more proof it was
wrong -- wasn't it? Yet there was that tone, that record high tone,
that meant she had made grandpa very, very happy.
In bed that
night she didn't try very hard to keep her fingers out of her panties,
and once they had been in there wiggling for a couple minutes, she
hitched up her butt and pulled them down so she could spread her legs
wide. She noticed she was wet where the blood came out, and quick put
her fingers to her nose for a sniff. But it was not at all like blood.
It had a strange, mysterious smell instead. She tried poking around
there, and her finger slid up into her body like it had before, but it
slid in easily on her wetness and went in even more! What the heck was
that about? When she pushed it in and out rapidly it felt kind of good.
Not as good as the spot a little higher up, though. She returned to
that spot. The more she rubbed it, the better it felt. Images of
grandpa's big, stiff penis danced in her head. After a while the
feeling wasn't just good, it was kind of itchy, too. She didn't want to
stop, and kept finding different pressures to make it feel even better.
It was itchy and wonderful, and itchier and more wonderful, and
suddenly the itchiness broke into pure pleasure as she rubbed and
rubbed. And then after a minute she felt not just good but satisfied.
She'd had enough.
What the heck was that? She realized that here
in her bed in the dark there was no grandpa with a high tone to justify
what she'd done, and her guilt surged once more. She hoped she hadn't
damaged herself. She certainly hoped she hadn't offended God and risked
her immortal soul. But even with those concerns in her mind, the last
thing she remembered was feeling happy and satisfied as well as very
sleepy.
Katy
had always been a good girl. She knew what she was about to do was
very, very bad. Maybe it wasn't quite so bad since it was part of her
quest to make grandpa happy. But she didn't even really believe that
herself.
She was in her friend Mary's bedroom looking up the
Louisiana Purchase on Wikipedia. Mary had gone to the bathroom, and she
quick typed in "sexual intercourse". She'd heard in hushed tones once
that that was what married men and women did, but she didn't know what
it was. When the article came up, she knew she only had a few seconds,
so she just looked at the pictures. Was that what she thought it was? A
penis, sticking into the woman down between her legs? She gulped with
horror and fascination. By scrolling she looked briefly at several
illustrations. She heard Mary flushing the toilet and quickly pressed
the "Back" button on the browser.
That night in bed, her panties
came down again and her fingers went to work. She thought about
grandpa's penis. In one of the pictures she had glimpsed briefly, the
woman was on top of the man. That's the one that could work with
grandpa, if she dared -- and only if his tone rose to indicate that he
liked it, of course. She rubbed herself for a while until she was
feeling warm and pleasant. The penis must go in that same hole her
finger had gone in. It seemed way too small, but the pictures were
clear. She slipped her middle finger into her body. As before, poking
her finger in and out felt really good. But she had seen grandpa's
penis; it was much longer and thicker than a finger. She was surprised
to find that when she pressed her finger in deeper, it just kept going!
Then she tried pressing up into herself with two fingers. That was kind
of tight, but they fit. It hurt a little bit at first, but when it did
she slid them back and forth for a while and it felt better again. Then
she pushed them in more. She used her other hand to rub the part on the
outside that felt really good. And even if it hurt, somehow she wanted
to go back to poking anyway. She just wanted to get her fingers inside.
When she'd gotten two in, she moved on to three. As she poked in and
out, she thought about how the clues lined up. Grandpa liked looking at
her private parts, which was the spot his penis would go in. When she
touched his penis, it got big and hard -- it would have to be very
stiff to press into her! She also realized that how she got wet made
sense too! It would help the penis go in and out easier. She found all
these thoughts exciting, and stretched herself harder. When she had
three fingers stuffed in past the second knuckle, she felt satisfied.
She moved those fingers in and out slowly and used her other hand to
massage the part that felt really good. Profiting from her experience
of the night before, she made the pleasure and itchiness build and
build and then it broke in ecstasy and satisfaction. She was aware that
her hole made rhythmic contractions on her fingers.
"Hi, grandpa," she said when it was her turn alone with him again.
He
was asleep and didn't wake up right away. She figured she'd trying
pulling his diaper down to see what was going on. His penis was tiny!
Maybe it had grown some the other day just from watching her naughty
parts? She dared to stroke the tip softly. In about thirty seconds she
noticed that it was starting to get bigger and noticed the happiness
tone rising. She also looked up and found grandpa was awake. Now he was
looking right at her hand that lay on his penis.
"You like that,
grandpa?" The tone kept rising, and his penis got bigger faster. When
there was enough of a shaft to get hold of, she circled it with her
right hand and stroked up and down. The tone rose strongly and
grandpa's penis got very hard.
When she let go of it, the tone
started falling. "You want to see me, too? I'm going to take my clothes
off. You like to look up here first?" she asked, squatting on the bed
and giving him a view right up to her panties. The tone started rising
again.
She decided to be a little playful to see if that would
make him happy. She slowly raised her dress as she stood, letting the
hem rise above her knees, then rise higher to expose more of her thighs
until finally her panties showed. She wiggled her hips and grandpa's
tone went higher. After she pulled the dress off over her head, she
started squeezing her breasts through her bra, which elicited a small
rise from him. She turned around so he could see her unfasten the
hooks, then turned back and very slowly pulling the bra aside to reveal
her nipples.
She got a further rise from putting her hand down
the front of her panties and wiggling her fingers. That also started
getting her excited and wet -- she didn't need much, she found. Soon
she was completely naked and kneeling straddled over grandpa's chest,
using her fingers to rub herself.
"I've got something new, too,
grandpa," she said. "Watch this." She worked her finger up into her
hole and grandpa's tone rose notably. She worked in a second one and it
rose a little higher, and when she had three fingers in, moving them in
and out, his tone was about as high as it had ever been.
"I was
bad, grandpa. I looked up --" She felt shame and switched to a whisper,
"'sexual intercourse' online. I think I figured out what it is."
Switching back to a talking voice, she said, "If you really like
watching this, maybe you'd like to see if I can get your penis in there
instead? Oh, grandpa, this is so naughty! But if you like it, I'm
willing to do it to make you happy!"
The truth was, Katy was
eager to try it. She realized she would be disappointed if his tone
didn't go up, and the realization filled her with shame, but it also
made her girl parts glow with excitement.
She worked herself
backward on her knees until her naughty place was near grandpa's boy
parts. All she had to do was fit them together. Grandpa's penis was
long and hard as she lifted it with her left hand.
"Don't laugh
at me, grandpa -- I don't know how this is supposed to work." She
giggled. Laughing was one thing grandpa was not going to do. By
thinking about what angle her fingers had gone into her body at, she
arranged her pelvis so his penis could poke the same direction.
She
wiggled his tip back and forth to make it a bit wet, and grandpa's tone
took a sharp surge upwards. That made her smile. Then she nestled it
right against her opening and started pushing herself down on him. His
penis tip was even bigger than three fingers, but by holding him and
pressing down hard, she felt it poke into her body cavity. His shaft
was stiff enough to poke into her despite the resistance. That
knowledge, the tight fit and the sensations themselves all felt
wonderful. Grandpa's tone went up to the highest she'd ever heard it!
She kept pressing, and more and more of his stiff rod disappeared
inside her. When she felt totally stuffed, she paused, then let herself
ease up a bit. Grandpa's tone continued high and steady. She pushed
down again, and even though it hurt a little, she kept pressing down.
She couldn't believe how tight and full she felt -- and how good.
Raising herself up again felt good, and sliding back down the pole of
his penis felt good too. Up and down, up and down. Grandpa's tone was
as high as it had ever been. When she paused in her up and down motion
it started falling, and when she went faster, it got higher. She was
getting all those same pleasure and tickle sensations she got in her
bed alone at night. She was moving up and down rapidly, breathing hard
-- this was aerobic exercise! -- feeling great herself down there and
encouraged by grandpa's high tone. Suddenly his tone went up a lot --
like much, much higher! His penis inside her felt bigger than ever.
This was great! But then his tone fell rapidly. She tried different
speeds but it kept falling. "What's wrong, grandpa?" she asked. She
noticed his penis getting soft and shrinking inside her. She pulled off
of him and the tone went up a bit. His penis was slick with her
secretions, some of which were apparently whitish.
Suddenly Katy
felt very, very naughty. What had she done? She remembered that the
idea was to make grandpa happy. She tried rubbing her breasts and put
her hand between her legs, but those didn't make his tone go up. And
then his eyes closed! But she confirmed by looking at the meter that it
was still noticeably higher than his baseline. And she knew that it had
gone way higher than ever before. That was good, even if it didn't stay
up there. Katy got some wet wipes to clean grandpa off very carefully
-- it smelled funny, but not bad. When she had him back in order, she
took a long shower. She and grandpa had had sexual intercourse!
Katy
brought in "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" to read to grandpa. The
plan was to be a good girl, and if his tone didn't rise she would just
read! But she couldn't resist shifting her legs around so he got a look
up her dress, and she found his rising tone irresistible. One thing led
to another, and before long she was astride her grandpa, forcing his
penis up into her inner female space. She felt great, but of course the
reason she did it was grandpa's high tone. And once again, it went up
really high just before his penis got soft again.
She found
herself doing this every time it was her turn to be alone with grandpa.
Sometimes she thought if it went on just a little longer she'd have one
of those amazing pleasure thingies, but it never happened. But she
could satisfy herself at night when she was alone in bed, and it helped
her get to sleep. She hoped God wouldn't be too angry at her for
playing with herself when it wasn't to make grandpa happy. And she was
making grandpa very, very happy.
What about telling the other
people in the family what a great way she had found to make grandpa
happy? Instinctively she knew this was a very bad idea. She had been
taught that the very first steps in their afternoon dance were very
naughty, and just because she had figured out it was a great gift for
her grandpa, she had this feeling the others might not agree.
When
she got her period she apologized to grandpa and just showed him her
chest, or if she was feeling frisky she rubbed her nipples across his
face. Those got his tone rising pretty well too, but nothing like when
she forced his penis way up inside her hole.
After a few months
grandpa went back to live with Uncle Paul and Aunt Judy, just as they
had planned. Without regular sexual intercourse, Katy didn't play with
herself every night, and one time she realized she'd gone a whole week
without playing with her girl parts. But then grandpa came back again.
Ever
since puberty Katy's body had played weird tricks on her. Her chest got
sore and itched sometimes as her breasts grew. She sometimes got sick
to her stomach and achy down in her belly just as her period was
starting. Her breasts felt different then too. Her period had gotten
pretty regular.
But then for some reason she missed one. She
felt kind of sick to her stomach in the mornings and didn't feel like
eating much, and she had a sudden growth spurt in her breasts. She
missed another period too.
"Katy, I wanted to make sure about something. When you're alone with grandpa, you'd never be immodest, right?
Suddenly she felt sick to her stomach, but the lie came out smoothly: "Oh, no, mom, I'd never do that."
"Because
your cousin Carol -- well, she was a very bad girl. I can't believe
she'd do such a thing. But she did, and she's going to suffer the
consequences."
"What consequences?"
"She's going to have a baby. A bastard child."
"Umm... How did that happen?"
"You're too young to need to know such things-- enjoy the innocence of childhood a little longer, dear."
"But Carol's just 6 months older than me!"
"Well, Carol was very bad, and I know you'd never do anything like that."
After
that, Katy went back to just reading to grandpa. It was difficult, and
sometimes his eyes would lock onto the hem of her dress and his tone
would fall below normal. But if doing something naughty with grandpa
could make a girl get a baby, she certainly couldn't risk it.
Seven
months later, Carol, Joan and Katy entered grandpa's room and shut the
door behind them. Each one carried a baby. Katy had a newborn baby
girl, Joan a one-month-old son, and Carol a three-month-old son. In
their religion, abortion would have been unthinkable.
"Hi,
grandpa," said Carol. "We thought you might like to be with your second
family. Your three new children -- and great-grandchildren, by the way."
Katy said, "Too bad they took the tone machine away, or we'd be able to tell if he likes seeing his sons and daughter."
"It's
nice to be together without all the adults," sighed Joan. "I can just
tell how terribly angry and disappointed they are with me. It's a
little better now the baby came and we can focus on him, but still... I
can see they're that way with you too, Carol."
"It's true," said
Katy. "But we really were very bad, don't you think? I ask God's
forgiveness at every feeding and diaper change."
"I don't know,"
said Joan. "They left us alone with him and told us the most important
thing was to try to make him happy. And we each found out pretty soon
what makes grandpa happy."
All three smiled.
"Yeah,"
added Carol. "And they never told us how babies were made or anything.
They just left us alone with our hormones, and him, and a tone telling
us when he was happy, happier, and then the happiest of all!"
"Yeah," said Joan. "I had no idea he was shooting stuff up into me."
Carol said, "I think I sort of did, but I figured it wouldn't do any harm. And did you know about my little sister Becky?"
"Yeah, she was the good girl..." said Joan with a wistful tone.
"No, she wasn't! She did it too!"
"What?" asked Katy.
"It's
just that she didn't happen to get pregnant! My mom made me swear not
to tell you guys, so we wouldn't ruin Becky's reputation, but... you
deserve to know too!"
"That does kind of round out the set, doesn't it? Four for four!" said Joan.
Katy
said, "But grandpa was always so proper and holy before his stroke,
right? He never looked at me funny -- the way your dad did, for
instance."
Carol said, "My dad looked at you? Your dad looked at me sometimes, that's for sure."
"Oh,"
said Katy. "Anyway, grandpa wasn't like that. But after his stroke...
Do you suppose the stroke made him like that? Or would he always have
been happy seeing up our dresses, and when he did -- I'm sure he did
sometimes -- he just made sure never to give us a hint about it?"
No one had an answer.
Katy said, "How did your body feel when it was happening?"
"Very full," said Joan, and all three laughed.
"It hurt a little at first, but then it didn't," added Carol.
"Sometimes I thought maybe it felt a little bit good." said Katy.
"A little," said Joan.
"More than a little for me," said Katy.
Carol said, "OK, it felt fantastic!" All three smiled.
Joan said, "Did any of you get that big twitchy great feeling?"
"The one where you feel so satisfied after?" said Katy.
"Yes!"
"Wow,
it wasn't just me!" said Katy. "After I was doing it with grandpa, I
couldn't keep from touching myself down there at night in bed. That's
when I got that feeling."
"Oh! I got it when I was going up and down with grandpa's thingie inside me," said Joan.
"I don't think I got anything like that," said Carol, "but it sure felt good."
Katy said, "Do you think God will be too angry at me for playing with myself at night when it wasn't to make grandpa happy?"
"Oh, Katy, I was doing that for years before grandpa got sick," said Joan.
"You were?"
"Well, yeah. I don't see how it does any harm. I don't see why God should care."
Katy
knew Joan sometimes made irreverent comments, but she'd never dreamed
her big sister would be bad that way and not worry about it.
Grandpa
gurgled, then gurgled some more. The girls quickly gathered round with
the babies in their arms. His eyes were fixed on the face of Katy's
newborn. Then he spoke. "Sin... Pretty... Sin... Good... Fuck fuck...
Thanks... Sin... Pretty... Good fuck... Knocked up... Mine?" He was
still looking at Katy's girl.
"Yes, grandpa, they're all yours!" said Carol.
"Knock up... Good fuck... Pretty... Thanks... Good fuck... Fuck fuck... Good fuck... Mine... Fuck fuck."
When
he said no more, the girls babbled with excitement and asked him
questions, but he remained silent, and then his eyes closed.
"We should tell mom and dad!" said Katy, heading towards the door.
"Wait," said Joan. "Maybe we'd better not."
There was a long pause.
"Oh," said Katy. "Yeah, maybe not." She smiled weakly.
"It will just be a secret for the three of us to share."
And while grandpa lived another year, he never spoke again.
From "Pilot Test Evaluation of the Affective Monitoring System: Executive Summary":
"The
ability to understand the desires of patients who cannot communicate
has been a fervent wish for everyone who cares about their quality of
life. The 'Affective Monitoring System' was developed and a pilot study
conducted. It has been proven effective in 7 of the 10 test subjects in
the current study. The most common adverse effect was unexpected. The
system is too effective in revealing information that the patient would
probably choose to keep private. In one case, the man became unhappy
whenever his wife opened her mouth to speak, while he was content to
hear anyone else talk; the wife became despondent. In another case, a
woman's happiness soared whenever her brother-in-law visited, which led
to disclosure of a long-time affair between them. In the most dramatic
case, four nubile granddaughters were left alone with their grandfather
and the instruction to do what they could to make him happy. All
independently followed the path of his happiness to repeated sexual
intercourse. In line with the families' conservative religious views,
none of the girls understood the danger of pregnancy, and three of the
four became pregnant before this was discovered.
"The Affective
Monitoring System could be recommended for use in institutional
settings if it were always turned off before friends or family visit.
However, news of its availability would inevitably spread to families
who would clamor for wider availability, leading to negative outcomes
and acute emotional distress.
While marketing the device could
be very profitable, the negative outcomes would lead to severe public
relations difficulties. We recommend research on this project be
terminated, with the explanation that it sometimes does not reflect the
patient's happiness correctly."