Chapter 1

My name is Trisha, and I just turned fifteen. Today, it's a cold, rainy, Saturday, and I am standing in the kitchen washing dishes, when I start to think about my Grampa. He's dead now, but I really had some fun times when I went to his apartment every weekend, it is the things we did in private that I really missed.

My story begins when I'm thirteen. I have just started spending Saturdays with my step-grandfather. Without asking me, my parents decide that I need to help him with some household chores. It seems that Grampa is getting old, forgetful, and his small apartment is always messy. I hate the whole idea of course, because I would rather be left alone to play, explore, and learn about life.

I grumbled, and cussed under my breath that first Saturday as we drove to Grandpa's place.

I just knew that I would have to spend the entire day, dusting, moping, and doing the dreaded dishes. When we pulled into his driveway, Grampa is in his porch swing wafting for us.

I got out of the car, and went toward him, smiling, and trying to look happy to see him.

He put his arms out to me as I approach him saying, "Hi sweety how's my favorite pumpkin today."

I leaned into his arms gave him and hug and answer, "Hi Grampa, fine I guess."

He gave me kiss on the check and asks, "Okay, what's the matter sweetheart?"

I looked around to see where my parents were before I replied. I see they are busy getting the cleaning supplies out of the trunk.

I move up close to Grampa's ear, put on my saddest puppy dog look and answer, "I really don't want to be here to do your housework. Gross, do I have too?"

He gave me a funny look, then glances at the car and whispers, "Let's wait until they are gone, then we can talk, okay."

I giggle and say, "Oh boy, does Grampa have a surprise for me?"

He didn't say anything in response, because by then mom and dad were on the porch.

My father looks at him and says, "Hi dad. Do you remember our conversation about your messy house? Well, Janice and I thought that maybe you would like Trisha to help you tidy up the place a bit. I know she doesn't have a lot of experience, but she can be a big help to you."

Dad then glances at me and suggests, "Now you behavior yourself and do what he says, or you'll be punished when you get home."

I frown, wanting to scream no at the top of my lungs, "screw-you," but knew I'd better not. So I just answer, "I hear yah, I'll behave, I promise."

Mom then gave me a hug, kissed my cheek, and said, "That's my girl. We need to get going; we'll return around four o'clock to pick you up. Trisha, try and have a good time, okay?"

I hug both of them and reply, "I'll try, good-bye"

I then sat on the porch swing while Grampa told them goodbye.

He then joins me on the swing. We watch the car drive out of sight.

Grampa then looks over at me, smiles, winks, and says, "I don't know about you, but I hate housework."

I pout, glare at him in anger, and shout, "You're not the only one; it isn't my idea to come help you today."

Grampa laughed saying, "Aww, honey, don't give me that sad face. Come with me, I have a surprise for you."

My eyes lit up and I smile, "You do, what is it, tell me Grampa, I can't wait!"

He took my hand, got up and led me to the door saying, "Why don't you come with me. I show it to you?"

We walk into his small apartment. Once inside, I look around, the place is clean and tidy.

Grampa put his arm around my shoulder and asks, "Well, what do you think ... not bad for an ole man huh?"

I giggle, jump, and squeal, "Wow, I thought I'd be all day cleaning for you."

His eyes twinkle with excitement. "Well honey, don't tell your parents I said this, but I know how much they are always bugging you. It seems they don't give you time to be a kid, but then again, you not a kid anymore ... you're turning into a beautiful young lady."

I flew into his arms, and start kissing him all over his face while yelling, "Thanks Grampa!" I then gave him one of my-serious- looks, and asks, "What do you mean, I'm not a kid anymore? I still am one!"

He pulls me onto his lap and explains, "Trisha, I notice your body is starting to change. I bet you got bigger bumps for tits too." Grampa took my hand, looks into my eyes and asks, "Can we play a little game, sugar?"

My eyes lit up and I giggle and squeal, "Ooooh, I just love playing games with you Grampa!"

Grampa got quiet with a serious look on his face for a moment. He then said, "First thing we need to do is keep this game our little secret. Can you do that?"

I clap my hands, and shout, "Yessss, I love keeping secrets, especially from mom and dad! What do we do to start this game?"

Grampa ran his hand down my back in a ticklish kind of way and suggests, "I start, by trying to guess what color panties you have on dear. If I am right, you don't have to show me, but if I am wrong, you must take your shorts and panties off and show them to me, okay."

I trust him, so without hesitation I reply, "Oh this sounds like fun. Okay, what color undies am I wearing?"

Grampa frowns, acts like he is thinking hard, then said, "Yellow ones with white Pokka dots."

I laugh so hard I almost lost my balance. I stood up and yell, "You're wrong, they are blue!" I then remove my shorts to prove it, then look at Grampa and ask, "Do I have to take em off?"

He licks his lips, and said, "Yes, it's part of the game."

So, I remove them and show them to Grampa. I'm then standing before him in just my t-shirt as I didn't wear a bra. As I watch him his expression changes; his eyes lit up, he shook kind of funny, and grabs his crotch.

I wonder to myself then ask, "What in heck is wrong with you?"

He stops, then didn't do anything but smile and reply, "Oh nothing, I'm just looking at your nice body. You are becoming a young woman honey." He paused, and kind of mumbles, --"Ah ... oh, Trisha, can you take off your shirt and let me see all of you. I bet you're really pretty when you don't have clothes on."

I flash him a frown, as I begin to think if what I was doing is right. I ask, "Is this part of the game?"

He fiddles with his hands and said, "Yes, it's part of the game." He paused as if thinking and then said, "I tell you what, if I remove my shirt will you."

I giggle and reply, "Well you should take it off, after all you didn't guess right."

He smiles and admits, "Well Trisha, you got me there." He took it off then suggests, "Want to remove yours now?"

I wink at him, twiddle my fingers, pause for a moment, then squeal, "How about I guess what color your undies are? If I am wrong, you need to take em off!"

His eyes lit up, and he smiles, which tells me he really likes this game. "Okay, guess what color they are," he giggles.

I shift my weight, smirk and answer, "They are white, because men always wear white undies.'

Grampa stands up, unzips his pants, took them and his undies off and yells, "Look you're wrong, they are red!"

We are both standing there naked now. As I look at him, his cock is big and somehow I get this funny feeling inside my private area, just like I do when I masturbate.