Chapter 1: About Grandpa

Since my parents were always away on business, my Grandpa always babysat for me. He was my babysitter, my friend, my teacher and he taught me so many wonderful things, like how to clean my vagina and my poop hole.

He’s a wonderful, kindly ol’ man. He’s, like, I dunno, in his 60’s? He’s really good looking, for an ol’ guy, although he does have something of a belly. He wears glasses and what hair he has, is gray. OK, he’s mostly bald but I don’t care.

He’s always been so jolly and smiling and kind. Always taking time to play with me, like watching TV with me, taking me to the park or to the movies. It seems like he’s always been there, as it feels like sometimes he’s raised me more an’ my parents. He’s so patient. I love him and I trust him and it seems like we’ve been close for like, forever. We even slept in the same bed together, when I would fall asleep in his arms. (I always had funny dreams when we slept together and when I would mention them to Grandpa, he would just smile and pat me on the head.)

But right now, I’m totally psyched, because I haven’t seen him in a couple of years, on accounta we moved to another city and he’s coming for a visit this weekend. Yaay!

I know, at 14, it’s not like I need a babysitter, right? But it’ll be so great seeing him. Yeah, as usual, my parents are away. But ya know what? Good. I’m glad they’ll be gone. They’re so lame. It’ll be just me an’ my Gramps. I’ll have him all to myself.

I remember when he used to baby sit for me and I would sit on his lap and we’d watch TV and at bath time we would go upstairs to my parents’ big bathroom and he would help me off with my clothes and pull down my little girl cotton panties by the elastic waistband and I would put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself when I stepped out of them. Of course, he took his clothes off too, because he didn’t want to get them wet. It was only right.

He has gray hair all over his body and also around his thing, which got all big and hard every time we got in the shower, which, of course, I didn’t understand at the time but now I know was his boner; his hard-on.”

“Grandpa?”

He’d look up at me. “Yes, child?”

“Grandpa, why is your thing so big like this?” pointing to it, as I kicked away my little girl cotton panties. “And why is it bobbing up and down like that? And why is it all swollen and red at the top. That’s funny, Grandpa ... the top looks like a big, red mushroom. He, he.”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Now spread your legs for Grandpa, as it’s time for me to examine you, to see if you need your Grandpa to clean inside your vagina.” This began happening years ago and continued on till we moved away two years ago. I didn’t understand it then but he sure loved putting his face into my panties and putting his fingers up me to see if I needed his help in getting my little holes all nice an’ clean.

He would get on his knees and spread me wide with his fingers and put his face real close to my girl’s opening. (OK, it’s called a vagina. A pussy. A cunt. Whatever.) Then he would hook his middle finger into it and wiggle it around inside me, where it’s a little wet and which I liked a lot, and if he found it needed cleaning (it always did, he said), he’d make sure to clean it well when I took my shower with him. Then he’d have me turn the other way and bend over, so he could examine my other hole, in the back. He would put his hand on my tush and feel my little hole with his finger and then he would slowly wiggle his finger into it and wiggle it around, looking to see if it needed cleaning out. He always said I needed cleaning there too. Sometimes he would use his tongue to clean my behind, which I didn’t mind because I’m sure that always got me real clean. It kinda felt nice, though, and Grandpa seemed to like doing it.

I never understood why Grandpa always said I needed cleaning in my private places, since I always kept myself so clean anyway by sticking my fingers into both my holes but I kinda liked it when he did it, so I never asked him about it. But I was very young and couldn’t help but being confused about some of this.

But that was then and here’s the wonderful thing: Grandpa’ll be here this weekend and I’m so excited, except I have school tomorrow so I hafta do that first but he’ll be here when I get home and I can’t wait! (For reasons I don’t fully understand, I’m touching myself through my panties and I’m rubbing my thighs together and I’m getting wet and it doesn’t take long before I have a nice little orgasm.) It’s so nice to be 14 and all grown up, so I can touch myself between my legs like that. Yummies. Nite, nite :)