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 Title: Bathing Helen
Keywords: cons, virg, MF, incest, nosex, pedo, pett
Author: Distant Lover
Email: dstnt_lover@yahoo.com
Summary: A beautiful teenage girl and her prominent grandfather become
much closer after the death of the girl's grandmother.
   Bathing Helen
   by Distant Lover, copyright 2007
   "Helen, don't you think you should put some clothes on?"
   "No, Granddad, I don't.  You're the only one who can see me.  You've
seen me before."
   "You were a little girl back then.  You've grown into a beautiful, young
woman."
   "I'm only sixteen years old.  I feel like a little girl all over again
when I visit your home in Chevy Chase."
   "You do not look like a little girl, Helen.  You should be more aware of
the effect you have on men."
   Helen looked and sounded delighted.  "Oh really?  Do I have that effect
on you, Granddad?"
   "I'm trying to keep you from having that effect on me.  Why are you
doing this?"
   "I feel dirty and sweaty from the hike we took through Rock Creek Park.
I want you to give me a bath like you did when I was little."
   "Helen, the incest taboo, which is probably instinctive, imposes
necessary restrictions on my behavior.  Boys your age do not feel those
restrictions.  I hope you are not this provocative with them."
   "If you want to find out if I'm still a virgin, you'll need to give me a
bath."
   William Compton was a prominent Washington lawyer who lived in one of
the more expensive suburbs of Washington, DC.  Although Mr.  Compton had
never run for office, he included as friends and clients many of the most
famous politicians in the United States.  Mr.  Compton was six feet tall,
still slender, and worked out regularly at a health club.  He also had the
craggy handsomeness of an aristocrat.  That is why he still turned the
heads of beautiful women, even when they were unaware of his impressive
resume.  Nevertheless, he had been celibate since the death of his wife. 
Therefore Helen's seductiveness was tormenting him.
   Mr.  Compton had one son who lived with his wife and two children in
Prince Georges County.  Helen's brother was named Bill, and was a year
older than she was.  When Helen and Bill were children their parents often
left them with Mrs.  Compton for supervision, because both parents worked.
The unexpected death of Helen's grandmother was an even heavier blow to
Helen and Mr.  Compton than to the other members of the family.  Helen had
always been very close to her grandfather.  Now, it seemed that they were
going to become even closer.
   Mr.  Compton and Helen walked into one of the two bathrooms of his home
and he filled the marble bathtub with warm water.  After scenting the water
with bathing salts, he got a washcloth, and held Helen's hand as she
stepped into the water.  "This is just like when I was little," Helen said,
"Only the bathtub seemed bigger."
   "That is because you have grown, Helen."
   As Mr.  Compton began hesitantly to scrub the beautiful, shapely,
slender body of his naked teenage granddaughter he said, "You know how to
get your way with me, don't you Helen?"
   "It's so easy, Granddad.  Your political enemies think you are a grizzly
bear, but I know better, don't I?  You're just a big cuddly panda."
   "If my political enemies learn that I have given my beautiful teenage
granddaughter a bath they will make a bear rug out of me.  I hope you are
more discrete than Monica Lewinsky."
   "Monica was a tart.  I'm just a little girl who loves her granddad."
   "If you love me you will not tell anyone about this.  If Rush Limbaugh
finds out he will destroy the accomplishments of a life time."
   "Rush won't find out.  I won't tell my best friend.  I will tell you
that Dad gave me a bath until I was twelve.  I didn't want him to stop.  It
was getting enjoyable.  When Mom and Dad are away Bill and I like to take
showers together.  Now you've got something on me.  You won't tell anyone
will you?"
   "Whose idea was it for you and Bill to take showers together?"
   "Mine, of course, but he agreed.  Oh, he resisted at first, like you
did, but I overcame his resistance, just like I overcame yours.  Now he
enjoys it as much as I do."
   "I'm glad you noticed my resistance."
   "Oh I noticed it all right.  I was so scared you would refuse." While
Mr. Compton was considering that Helen gently took the washcloth from him
and said, "Granddad, this washcloth is so totally boring.  Use your hand
instead." As Mr.  Compton ran his right hand over the soft smooth skin of
his granddaughter she said, "You haven't washed my genital area yet."
   "I've been trying to get up the courage to do so.  In addition to the
incest taboo you benefit from the fact that at my age the testosterone
thins out and men have more control over their libidos."
   Helen giggled.  "I like it that you're always using such big words.  I
need to learn those words for the SAT."
   "It would be better to say that you `appreciate my use of multi syllabic
words'."
   "You're so funny, Granddad."
   "Sentence structure will be on the SAT as well," Mr.  Compton said as he
finally began to wash Helen's vulva.  He entered his middle index finger to
find that his granddaughter was intact.
   "You see," Helen said triumphantly, "I'm still a virgin.  You have
nothing to worry about at all." She felt her grandfather's right little
finger.  "This will fit.  Put it into the hole in my maidenhead."
   "Helen!"
   "Do it, Granddad."
   "If I've gone this far, I might as well continue.  If this hurts tell
me, I don't want to tear it." Mr.  Compton slowly and gently pushed his
finger deeper and deeper into his granddaughter's virgin vagina.  The
inside was moist, warm, and tight.  The walls of Helen's vagina began to
squeeze against his finger, as Helen breathed heavily.
   "That feels so wonderful, Granddad," Helen said, "Keep doing it." Mr. 
Compton rubbed his finger against Helen's g spot until her body shook with
a vaginal orgasm.  Helen held her grandfather's hand and said, "That's
enough, Granddad.  You can take it out now."
   Mr.  Compton cautiously removed his finger, fearing to see blood in the
water.  "Did you and Grandmom do this when you were dating?" Helen asked
him.
   "Your grandmother and I did not see each other naked until our wedding
night," Mr.  Compton replied.
   "Wow, and I thought I was the pure one."
   "Well, at the age of sixteen you are still a virgin, but you must admit
it is somewhat risqué to take showers with Bill, and to encourage me to
give you a bath."
   "It's not risky at all, Granddad.  There's that incest taboo, remember?"
   "The word is risqué.  It is spelled r-i-s-q-u-e.  It means, `verging on
impropriety or indecency.' It is a French word, but it has entered the
English language."
   "Do you think that word might be on the SAT?"
   "Yes it might be."
   "I'll be sure to remember it then.  Just think.  What I am doing is
risqué, but it's not risky." She giggled.  "Male relatives are safe because
they won't try to have sex with me.  Well, you'd probably rather have me do
this with you than do a train job on the football team"
   "I'm afraid to ask what a train job might be."
   "That's when a girl has sex with everyone on the football team, one
after another.  It's also called gangbanging."
   "Helen!  Does that really happen in your high school?"
   "None of my friends have done it, but I've heard rumors."
   "Don't spread those rumors, Helen.  You'll ruin a girl's reputation."
   "You're awfully old fashioned, Granddad, but if you tell me not to, I
won't."
   "Doing what I'm doing with my granddaughter hardly seems Victorian, but
I was a teenager during the 1950's.  Things were nicer back then."
   After Helen had been thoroughly scrubbed with soap, Mr.  Compton pulled
the plug for the bathtub.  Helen stood up, and Mr.  Compton began to rinse
her off with a flexible showerhead at the end of a hose.  "That tickles,
and feels real nice." When Helen had been rinsed off, Mr.  Compton handed
her a clean towel.  She gave it back to him.  "No, you dry me off,
Granddad."
   As he was drying Helen, Mr.  Compton said, "After what we have done I
certainly hope you brought a modest dress for when we go out to eat this
evening.  I don't want anyone to think you are my teenage mistress."
   "It's just as modest as can be.  It's the dress you bought me for
Easter. I'm going to wear it to church tomorrow." As Mr.  Compton folded
the towel and hung it on the towel rack, Helen said, "I feel drowsy.  I'm
going to take a nap.  Wake me up when it's time to go out."
   "Sure, Honey.  Sleep well."
   Helen kissed her grandfather on the lips.  "Sure, Granddad."
   "You've never kissed me on the lips before."
   "I want you to get used to it."
   Mr.  Compton was glad to have some time alone.  He wanted to take a bath
himself, and had no intention of letting Helen bathe him.  In addition, he
wanted to relieve through masturbation desires he did not think he should
be feeling at all.
   When it was about time to leave for the restaurant Mr.  Compton knocked
on the door to the guest room where Helen was staying.  "Yes, Granddad?"
she asked.
   "It's about time for us to leave."
   "Do you want to help me put my dress on?"
   "No, I don't Helen.  Stop that."
   "Sorry, Granddad."
   When Helen emerged, wearing her blue dress with the white lace, Mr. 
Compton could not help but express his appreciation for her loveliness. 
"You make me wish I was one of the boys at your school."
   "I'm glad you're not.  All they want is to have sex with me." She put
her arms around him and kissed his lips, "But thanks anyway, Granddad."
   "It's partially my fault, Helen, but this evening seems to be getting a
bad start.  When we are in public you must behave like the virgin
granddaughter you are, and not like my teenage mistress.  Do you understand
how important this is?"
   "Yes, Granddad.  I promise to behave....In public."
   Mr.  Compton did not take umbrage at Helen's last two words, because he
had to admit that he was enjoying her flirtatiousness.  Giving her a bath
had been fun too.  When they walked outside to his dark blue Lexus Hybrid
he unlocked the door for her, and held it as she got inside.  "Why, thank
you Granddad," she said.  When he got into the driver's seat, and began to
start the car, she said, "You're a real gentleman, Granddad."
   "Your great grandmother brought me up right."
   "That's for sure." As they drove to Wisconsin Avenue the car's stereo
system played Chopin's Nocturnes softly.  "Where are we going, Granddad?"
   "It's called `Cranmer's,' and it's one of the best kept secrets in the
Washington area.  It's been at the same location and in the same family for
nearly eighty years.  It's small, quiet, and elegant.  I used to take
Grandmom there when we were dating."
   "Wow, this is going to be interesting."
   Saturday night traffic on Wisconsin Avenue in North West Washington, DC
was busy as is usually is.  Nevertheless, Mr.  Compton was able to find a
parking spot close to the restaurant.  Because Helen knew her grand father
wanted to open the door for her, she let him, saying, "Thank you Granddad,"
as she alighted from the car.
   When Mr.  Compton opened the door of the restaurant for Helen, they were
greeted by a man several inches shorter than Mr.  Compton, and who looked
about ten years older.  "Mr.  Compton, please come in.  We've been
expecting you."
   "And this is Mr.  Cranmer," Mr.  Compton told his grand daughter.  He is
the restaurateur.  Believe or not, he waited on our table the first time I
brought Grandmom here."
   "That hardly seems so long ago, Mr.  Compton, but of course it was." He
took Helen's hand as though he was going to kiss it, saying, "And this
could only be your grand daughter.  I am charmed, Miss Compton.  You are as
beautiful as your grandmother.  We were so saddened when we learned about
her sudden passing away.  She was like family to us here." Mr.  Cranmer
picked up two menus, and lead Mr.  Compton and Helen to their table.  After
pulling back a chair for Helen, and waiting for her to sit in it he told
her, "I hope this will be the first of many visits, Miss Compton.  If there
is anything I can possibly do to make your first visit a pleasant one,
please ask."
   "You are already making this pleasant, just by being here, Mr. 
Cranmer," she replied.
   "Will you have drinks?" Mr.  Cranmer asked.
   "Grape juice for me," Mr.  Compton replied.
   "Me too", Helen rejoined.
   When Mr.  Cranmer left them alone together, Helen whispered to her
grandfather, "He treats me like a princess.  I didn't know there still were
men like that."
   "There are a few of us left."
   Helen smiled at him admiringly.  "Yes, that's right, Granddad." Helen
looked around and said, "Everything looks so old, and yet so well kept. 
Did it look this way the first time you came here with Grandmom?"
   "The Rembrandt reproduction of The Old Mill from the National Art
Gallery that is hanging over the piano is only about ten years old, but as
best as I can remember everything else was the same.  Continuity can be
reassuring."
   "I'll have to remember those words too.  Why didn't you order wine for
yourself?  They have an excellent wine list," Helen asked, looking at the
list.
   "I'm driving home.  When I was not much older than you I got a DUI
offense.  It comes up from time to time.  I have learned my limits.  The
waiter will be here pretty soon.  Look at your menu."
   When Helen read her menu she said, "Oh look.  They have venison here. 
I've never had that before."
   "Order some.  It's very good."
   "It comes with wild rice."
   "The wild rice they serve here is really wild," Mr.  Compton explained.
"It is harvested by Indians in Minnesota and Canada."
   "Do they hunt the deer, too?"
   "No, fortunately, the deer are raised domestically."
   "What are you going to have, Granddad?"
   "I think I will have the buffalo.  I also recommend it.  I haven't had
any here since I took Grandmom here for our last wedding anniversary."
   When the waiter came for their orders he gave them their drinks.  Mr. 
Compton gave him their orders.
   "Of course, Mr.  Compton."
   When their orders came, Helen looked at her plate with the venison, the
wild rice, and the steamed vegetables and said, "Everything looks so
perfect I'm almost afraid to spoil it by eating anything."
   "Eat it anyway, before it gets cold."
   "Sure, Granddad.  Golly, this venison tastes really interesting.  It is
very lean and well seasoned." After eating for awhile, Helen looked around,
and said, "I wish the guys who dated me took me to places like this.  They
just take me to a movie and a fast food restaurant and then they're like,
'Let's have sex'."
   "How many boys have you dated, Helen?"
   "Two."
   "How many times?"
   "Once, each."
   "Well, Helen, I think it's too early for you to give up on boys yet. 
You are beautiful.  I am sure that more than two boys want to date you. 
You should learn to tell when a boy is attracted to you, and you should
learn how to encourage him the way Grandmom encouraged me."
   "Keep talking, Granddad."
   "When I entered high school I was quiet and studious, and afraid of
girls."
   "I can't believe that.  You're so tall and handsome."
   "I did not think I was good looking.  I did not grow to six feet until I
was in college.  I thought if I made a sports team the girls would like me.
That is why I started exercising regularly.  Unfortunately, I was not
coordinated enough for the football team and the basketball team.  I did
not even try out for the baseball team.  I was really discouraged and
depressed.  Then Grandmom started to be friendly to me.  She was so pretty
I could not believe it at first, but she really wanted to be my friend. 
She did not care about me not making the teams."
   "How can I tell if a boy likes me?"
   "If he looks at you a lot, but cannot say much when you are with him he
probably has a crush on you, but he is too shy to say anything.  That is
when you should start a conversation with him.  I do not want to belabor
the point, but you do seem to know how to get what you want from the male
sex."
   "So if I find a shy boy, he might become a high powered Washington
lawyer like you."
   "Or he might work in a post office like my father did.  The point is he
will treat you with the respect you deserve."
   "I'll give it a try, Granddad, but boys my age seem like sex crazed
children.  I feel much older than they are."
   "Please do try, Helen, and we can talk about the results."
   "I promise, Granddad."
   When they left the restaurant the sky was overcast, the wind had picked
up, and a storm was coming.  By the time they returned to Mr.  Compton's
home in Chevy Chase it was raining steadily.  Mr.  Compton held his coat
over Helen as they walked into the house.
   When they were both in bed thunder began.  Early in the morning Helen
walked into her grand father's bedroom, and gently waked him.  "Granddad, I
had a nightmare.  I'm scared.  May I lie next to you?"
   "Of course, sweetheart," Mr.  Compton, said while still half asleep. 
When Helen got under the covers and held her grand father he held her, and
discovered....bare skin.  "Helen, why did you take off your pajamas?"
   "I didn't bring any over."
   "Helen, you are not making this easy for me," Mr.  Compton said while
feeling the soft flesh of his naked granddaughter.  "I think tomorrow after
church we are going to need to have a nice long talk."
   "Granddad, do I have to explain everything to you?  I want to stay a
virgin but I enjoy exploring my sexuality.  I haven't found a boy my age
that I love, respect and trust.  I feel that way about you.  Just be glad
I'm not doing train jobs, OK?  I want you to think of that while composing
the very stern lecture you're going to give me tomorrow afternoon," Helen
said, attempting to sound stern.  "Now let's try to get some sleep, or
we'll dose off during the sermon at church."
   THE END
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