Olivia Becken was halfway through her second reading of Homer's Odyssey when her mother snatched the book away. "Hey!"
"The next time I call you and you don't answer, I'm going to throw this book into the sea." The elder Becken eyed the raggedy cover in disdain. "What do you even see in this thing anyway?"
"It's the only thing to do on this dumb island. What did you want?"
Her mother tossed the book onto Olivia's dresser. "Watch the tone missy. I need you to watch your grandad while I'm away. He's still a bit iffy on using his walker."
"Why can't Dad watch him? Not like he can do anything under this slog." As if to prove her point, a loud lightning strike lit up the window.
"Your Dad has his own projects in his basement. Besides, you should be trying to spend more time with your grandfather. Most eighty-six year olds don't have many more years to them."
"Okay. Okay. You don't need to guilt trip me."
Her mother gave her a tight hug. "I know this island might seem boring to you but I swear you'll find something exciting if you just get out your room more."
"Thanks for the pep talk mom." Olivia wriggled out her mother's grasp. "Shouldn't you get going? The rain doesn't look like it's getting any lighter."
"Alright, Miss Ice Queen. I'm off. I'll call around noon to check on your grandfather, also his medication is in the bottom fridge drawer."
"Uh huh." Olivia waited for her mother to close the door before gazing out her window. Get out her room more? To do what? St. Vivian Isles had a port, a pool hall/bar, and a school. You had to go to the mainland to do anything worthwhile, which cost money Olivia didn't have. What little she earned gutting fish went to paying the collective family bills. Grandfather's surgeries, along with her asthma medication, weren't cheap.
Olivia slung her long blonde hair into a ponytail, collected her book, then clambered down the rickety stairs to her grandfather's room. On her way there, she threw a hello to her father who worked in the room just beside Grandfathers.
She arrived to find the man safely off in dreamland and ensconced under a thick blanket.
"Yeah, bonding time," Olivia muttered to herself. She claimed the room's sole chair for her new reading spot. Her grandfather's erratic coughing stopped her before she could even open book's covers. Frustrated, Olivia tossed her book into her seat as she went to her grandfather's side.
Closer up, it was hard to believe this was the man who got a pneumonia just from one day without socks.
The resemblance between them was almost uncanny. Wavy blonde hair over swarthy skin dotted with a hundred some large freckles. High cheekbones served the perfect underframe to cool gray eyes. Where they differed was due to age, sex, and work. Crows feet fanned around temples, the perfect counterparts to the frown lines stretching upward across his cheeks. His muscular chest, earned from fifty years on fishing boats, pulsed between coughs.
Olivia lifted her grandfather up to a sitting position though it was somewhat a struggle due to their mismatched sizes. "Gramps. Can you hear me?"
"I'm sick, not deaf." He rubbed his throat as the last coughs sputtered out of him. "Water, please."
She snagged the water pitcher and a glass from the upstairs kitchen, careful to hand the filled glass to the old man. "Should I give you your medication?"
"Way too early for that." He handed her back the glass then yanked his blanket down a little. A hearty erection tented the old man's easy to slip on pants. "You know what it is time for?"
His granddaughter rolled her eyes at his lazy come on. "Can't you do it yourself today?"
"A woman's touch is best for something of this sensitive nature."
"Maybe I should call Mom, she's obviously got more experience in this than me."
The man's face went almost tomato red. "No need to do that now."
"Come off it old man, I'm not going to call my mother on you." Olivia kneaded her grandfather's swollen cock through his clothes.
"Good girl. You are such a good girl," he purred.
Olivia sat on the bedside while she worked to slip her grandfather's pants down. A knotted blonde tuft formed the crown to the girthy red shaft standing at attention. Pre-cum dripped down his almost purple cock head like it was begging to be comforted. She always swore it writhed whenever she wrapped her hands, for it took both hands, around its entire length.
After the first time grandfather laughed at her saying so, Olivia learned to keep the observation to herself.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Mhmm."
Olivia slowly started to milk the man's shaft, one finger rubbing the slit after every six stroke. A hot musky scent wafted into her nose as the veiny skin slid under her hands. She watched his eyes close in absolute pleasure which sent an odd thrill through her body. Her effort started to drew creamier and creamier droplets out his fat cock head. Switching one hand to roll his balls against each other turned the rivulets to single might stream.
"Wait! Wait." He stilled her hands.
"Should I get your medication?"
"It's only been a couple minutes since you asked that the last time and the answer is still the same." A devilish smile played across his wet lips. "Do you want to try something new? Put my cock between your tits."
She thought she misheard him. "Put your cock between my what?"
"Tits, dear. Those things we normally use to feed babies."
"I know what tits are but isn't putting them there a bit. . . weird?" Olivia rubbed the space where his cock head met the rest of his shaft. Giving grandpa a handy was just taking pity on an old man who couldn't troll the streets like he used to. Putting them there made things feel at an intimate level she wasn't entirely comfortable with.
"Just a suggestion dear, I would never force you into it." He whimpered at the slight bend Olivia gave his cock while she studied it in thought.
"You wouldn't cum on my face would you?"
"Absolutely not! Well. . unless you wanted me to."
Olivia chewed hard on her bottom lip as she came to her decision. "Fine, though there wouldn't be much to rub." She unbuttoned her shirt then tried to slid his penis inside her bra.
"It's better if you take the bra off."
"Wouldn't it be less tight that way?" she asked, giving him a sample rub.
"Hold them together then. Part of the appeal is seeing those beautiful things bounce on me."
"It's your titjob." Olivia freed her size C breasts from their cloth confines then took a kneeling position at the bed side. She held them as tightly against her grandfather's hard cock and marveled at the sensation. It was rather stiff yet the taut skin incited tingles on the places it met her skin. His musky scent was much sharper closer to the source, cum speckling her freckled skin.
"Now, you only have to move the same way you do during a handy."
