Hi my name is Bianca. I'm 20 years old and just moved in with my father's side of the family. He lives in a small town in central America called, San Juan de Dios. My mother actually convinced me to go by saying it would be a good thing to spend some time with my father. The last time I'd seen him in person was when I was 10. We had written letters and talked on the phone a lot but I was still nervous. When I met his wife and family they seemed to be a loving family. My Dad was so happy to have me around and his wife was very friendly and caring. I had a half brother, who was somewhat shy and quiet but he seem cool. He was just 18 a bit chubby and didn't have many friends. To my surprise I also got to meet my grandfather. My Dad's father though was sick, and needed to be taken care of.
As my father and I talked we spoke about everything that had happened to each of us since when I last saw him. Dad's hair was white and he was going bald. He was in good shape, though still looked young. I was short and skinny when he last saw me but now I was all grown. I was 5' 6' with a woman's body topped off with a 36D chest and flat tummy. With a firm ass and I sported long black hair. He kept telling me how much I reminded him of my mother when he first met her.
Because the house was small I had to share the room with my half brother. This would give me some time get to know him and establish some kind of relationship with him. Seeing as how shy he was I figured I would try to see if I could get him to be more out going.
When Monday came every one had to go work or school except me. My Dad asked if I would take care of my grandfather and his needs. Since he was an old man and ill I would have to bath him and bring his food. I also was to make sure he took his medicines. I was happy to be of help to my Dad and my half family. I just figured it would be a good was to get to know my grandfather. While he was not so sick that he was dying or anything like that. He would be very week in the morning but after eating and taking his meds he would be ok the rest of the day. He would be able to walk around the house or even the yard.
I said bye to every one as they when to work, and to my brother who was just starting college. I went back in after they left and took a shower. I changed into older clothes perfect for working in the house. I assumed I would do some cleaning in between helping grandfather. I prepared some breakfast for Grandpa but as I made my way to his room I forgot I would have to give him a sponge bath. I placed the breakfast in the microwave and brought a bucket full of warm water and a sponge to his room. I knocked his door saying.
"Grandfather are you ready for your sponge bath."
He replied.
"Sure sweetheart come on in."
He was already sitting up on the bed and taking his pajama shirt off. I placed the bucket on the floor next to him and started to pass the wet sponge over his body lathering him up and at the same time washing him off gently. While I washed him I reminisced with him of my memories of him from my youth. He was pleasant to chat with. As I made my way to his waist and the lower parts of his body I gently pulled his boxers off. To my surprise I saw that his cock was stiff and sprang out away from his belly and was standing at attention. He was rock hard. It surprised me that at his age he would still get that hard. He was in his 80's but his 6 and a 1/2-inch erection for some reason shocked me. I guess I figured at that age men did not have a sex drive.
