What started out to be an innocent week-long visit by Cathy's recently widowed Grandpa became something a whole lot more.
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How it began...
It was a faint tinny sound, but whatever it was, it was coming from upstairs and was driving 67 year old Theodore Patterson crazy. He had resisted the urge to get out of bed for as long as he could, but the combination of that metallic whining and his weak bladder had forced him into action.
First to the bathroom, where he was able to tap his insistent kidneys, and then up the stairs to the attic, which was the source of the noise that seemed to be designed at driving him crazy.
Funny how his hearing hadn't gotten worse over the years, since it seemed like everything else had, Ted thought as his legs protested the nocturnal wanderings that had become a part of his nightly rituals these days. The ears could detect the sound of a mouse peeing on cotton, his late wife Emma had always claimed.
After climbing the half-dozen stairs to the loft, Ted discovered the source of the noise that had caught his ear, but when he got to the end of the short hallway and peeked inside, everything he knew was forever altered.
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Chapter One: Nosy old bastard.
The door was ajar when I got there. It was a little room in a pretty much unused portion of the cavernous house our son and his wife called home, but I didn't know then that my granddaughter Cathy had turned it into something like a den of her own. Pictures of rock stars and actors on the walls, and a bed and a stereo made it a neat little getaway for a kid to escape to.
If I had known, I never would have gone up there, but being the nosy old bastard that I am, there I was snooping around. If there was little excuse for me wandering around like that, after I peeked in the door there was absolutely no reason for me to have not turned around and gone back to bed. But I didn't.
It was a private moment that Cathy was having, but I couldn't turn away. Never in my life had I entertained any disgusting thoughts about my favorite granddaughter, I swear. She had always been my pride and joy and I would never have done a thing to harm her.
Then why didn't I leave when I saw her on her hands and knees on the bed, with her backside facing the doorway, where I was leering like a pervert at my granddaughter who was pleasuring herself while looking at a magazine with headphones on and music blasting?
Suddenly I realized that the little butterball with the skinned knees and snapping bubblegum was long gone and Cathy had become a woman. She had just turned 18 not long ago, was going to college in the fall, and the signs of her maturity were right there for me to see.
Cathy was wearing a night shirt, but her panties were in a tangle at the foot of the bed. She had some kind of device inside of herself, and was grinding and wiggling while pretending to talk to the guy whose picture she was staring at.
Go away, I told myself, but seeing the bare posterior of a woman was too much temptation for me, and besides, the only naked ass I had seen for ages belonged to my wife of 40 years, and her butt in her later years didn't compare with what I was looking at. Maybe it never did.
Cathy had been a little chubby when she was young, but had lost most of that excess weight as she had developed. Her rear end was still a little fleshy, but that was alright in my book. I enjoy women with a bit of meat on their bones, and Cathy had the cushion in the right places as far as I was concerned.
Somehow I found myself inside the room, having moved a couple of feet without realizing it. It was like I was a moth attracted to a flame, so powerful was the attraction of those creamy round buttocks of my precious granddaughter, and I can only imagine what I must have looked like standing there. A wrinkled old fart in pajamas and slippers gawking like he was at a strip club or something surely can't be erotic.
Cathy noticed me eventually, of course. Maybe I wanted her to see me there, because there was no other logical explanation to me having moved that close to her. I could see perfectly fine from where I was. My eyes were still okay. Hell, I could even make out the little circle of hairs around her anus from where I had been standing.
So she saw me, and was as shocked and mortified as one would expect, her yelp of surprise coinciding with her headphones flying off and her trying to hide under the sheet while I hemmed and hawed.
"I'm sorry - so sorry honey," I stammered while poor blushing Cathy hyperventilated on the bed. "I didn't know."
Didn't know? Of course I knew. Maybe I didn't know she what she was doing at first, but I sure as hell did know what was going on long before she turned and saw dear old Grandpa behind her drooling with half a hard-on.
The ivory toned dildo was sitting there on the bed, still glistening with Cathy's juices, and I picked up the magazine that had ended up on the floor. "The Jonas Brothers Forever" was the title of the magazine, and the clean cut and wholesome looking guys on the cover seemed harmless enough.
"This uh - here," I mumbled, setting the magazine on the bed next to Cathy's toy and trying to think of something that wouldn't sound stupid. "I didn't know. I heard sounds coming from up here."
Indeed, the music was still blasting out of the little ear-buds that were strung over the pillow.
"The music. Is that, uh The Jonas Boys?" I said lamely, pointing at the headset.
"Jonas Brothers," Cathy said softly, clicking off her music. "They're corny to me now, but they're like a guilty pleasure from when I was a kid."
"Which one is Joey?" I said like an idiot.
"How did?" Cathy said, and then blushed even more when she figured out how I knew the name of one of them. "Oh. The one on the right. The really hot one."
"Oh," I said, and nodded even though none of them looked hot or even remotely warm to me. "Look, I feel so rotten about this."
"My bad," Cathy said. "I should have closed the door. Mom and Dad never come up here. It's kinda like my little world."
"I should have known better," I apologized. "I don't sleep that well these days."
"You miss Grandma?" Cathy asked, relaxing her grip on the sheet she held up to her neck a little, and when I nodded I felt my tears well up in my eyes.
"The door," I admitted. "It wasn't open very wide when I came up. It was ajar, but I pushed it open. Think I did. Don't really remember."
"Oh," Cathy said.
"Kinda disgusting, aren't I?" I suggested.
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Chapter Two: What about me?
"You?" Cathy said. "What about me? I can't imagine what you must have thought when you saw me - like that."
