Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. In Grandpa's Loving Care (Pt.02)(Mg, pedo, inc) by Jack Woody WARNING!!! This material is intended for ADULTS ONLY! If you are a minor, or if you live in a jurisdiction that forbids the reading of sexually explicit material, DO NOT CONTINUE! This material is not meant to represent real-life situations, and is purely the product of an over-active imagination. The acts and situations depicted are fantasy, and are in no way meant to depict actual acts or situations. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PERFORM ANY ACTS WRITTEN ABOUT, WITHIN THIS MATERIAL! Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2017 by Jack Woody (TheLargeHead@protonmail.com) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. _____________________________________ Part 2 The next several weeks were spent, with everyone getting used to their new living arrangements. Jon's home wasn't really built with the idea of housing two adults and a child in mind, but they made do with what space there was. Susan and Jennie took over Jon's master bedroom, and Jon relegated himself to sleeping on the couch. Not ideal, by any stretch of the imagination, but as a temporary solution, it worked. Susan began using the town library's resources, searching online for job prospects, and printing up resume's to send to local businesses. Jon was left at home, with little Jennie in his care, for hours at a time. What could be more perfect, he thought to himself? With the current arrangement, he hoped it would take Susan a very long time to secure a job! Of course, if he were going to be fulfilling all of the daycare and sitting needs, having her safely tucked away at work, would definitely be the better solution......allowing Jon so much more time alone, with Jennie. But as it was, for now, he was still provided with fairly ample time alone with her. A usual morning saw them all sitting down to breakfast, together.....discussing the day's plans, and talking about things, in general. Then, Susan would get dressed and leave for the library, or for her occasional interview, coming back sometime after lunch. Typically, it would leave Jon with three to four hours alone, with Jennie......plenty of time to begin grooming her into becoming everything he ever dreamed of having! All those nights spent masturbating over little Jennie.....cumming so hard over her.....never once thinking he would ever have the chance to actually touch her soft skin......certain he would never have her all to himself, for any length of time. And now, here he was......with all the time he needed, to spend with her! It all began on the second week, with little Jennie sitting in the armchair, beside her grandfather, while watching television. She was still dressed in her nightgown, as was usually the case, most mornings. Eventually, Jon moved his little granddaughter onto his lap.....setting her down on his hard cock, that was hiding inside the leg of his loose-fitting pants. He adjusted her, until the crack of her shapely little ass held the full length of his cock between her soft cheeks.......and every movement she made, after that, massaged his erection with the softness of her firm ass. Now, he would finally have all the things he had missed out on having, when Susan was a little girl! His cock began dripping precum within minutes of nestling between the little girl's cheeks. He laid a hand on her leg, as they watched the cartoons, and slowly that hand moved up her leg, a little bit at a time, till finally it was resting against her panties, with his fingertips touching the rounded lobes of her beautifully protruding vulva. At first, he did nothing, but rest his hand there.......letting the little girl get used to being touched there. He made no effort to sexualize his touch.......it was merely where his hand happened to be. Of course, as the days went by, his hand just happened to be there, more and more frequently, and each day his fingers moved a little more......feeling the shape of her lovely pouting lips.......and lightly tracing the length of the crease that ran between them. He always made it seem like the absent-minded loving touch of an old man.......just incidental movement, as usually happened wherever his hand landed. But there was nothing absent-minded about Jon's touch, wherever it happened to be, on little Jennie. He was very purposely feeling her.......memorizing every place his fingers came in contact with......visualizing her naked skin......touching it, with only the thin fabric keeping him from the full sensation of her naked innocence. After several weeks of his intermittent touching......only lingering long enough on her erogenous zones, to familiarize her with her grandpa's touch.......he began extending the amount of time that his fingers spent touching her. The movements became more purposeful.......his fingers pressing just a little more firmly against her chest......against her vulva......and between her soft lips. Jennie never complained.....and she did nothing to stop her grandpa's touches from occurring, and her grandpa made it all seem like it was nothing unusual for a grandfather to be doing with his granddaughter. Jennie seemed to enjoy her quiet time with grandpa.....and as the weeks passed, she began to feel her own body responding to his gentle touches. Grandpa would be touching her down there, and she would feel her legs move apart. And the more grandpa touched her there, the wider her legs would open. It felt good, whatever was happening. She wished grandpa would do it more......but he only touched her there, for a little while each day. She would feel something pressing against her fanny, as she sat in grandpa's lap, but couldn't figure out what it could possibly be. It always made her fanny warm and sweaty, and she began to suspect that whatever she was sitting on must be very warm. Grandpa touched her all over......her chest.....her belly.....her arms and legs......and down there.....between her legs. She liked that, best. It always made her feel warm and loved, when grandpa's fingers traced the bumps between her legs......and especially when he pressed his fingertips against the crack between them. ___________________________ Several more weeks went by, and soon, the little five year old began to openly surrender to her body's response to the sensuous touches of her grandfather. When his hands rested on her bare legs, she would move them apart, and when she felt him touching her panties, between her legs, she would open them wider, hoping he would touch her more, and make it feel even better. That's when things took a definite turn toward more intentional sexuality, between Jennie's grandpa, and her. Once Jon had seen her innocent little body begin to respond to his escalating caresses......once she had reached a point, where her body started to know what it needed, and began showing him that it did, he knew he could safely turn up the heat, and take her the rest of the way there. He told her that he liked having quiet time with her, and asked her if she would like to play a game with him? He called it the Love Game, and told her it was a secret game that only the very most special little girls sometimes played with their grandpas, but no one could know that they were doing it. If she was a very special little girl, and she could keep it a secret, that only she and grandpa knew about, he would play the game with her, if she wanted to. "Can we please play the game, Grandpa? I promise not to tell anyone.....not ever!" "Well, if you're sure that you can keep this very important secret, that only you and I know we are playing the game with each other.....then yes, we can play it, angel. We have already been playing it, a little bit. Grandpa has been touching you, to see if you were ready for the game, and I'm pretty sure you are. It's a touching game. And I can already see that you like having grandpa touch you." "I think so too, Grandpa. Sometimes it feels so good when I feel your fingers touching me. And I feel your thing pressing against me, too. I like that!" "Good girl. I think you're ready for the Love Game." "Goody.....goody!" the little girl clapped her hands together, bouncing up and down on her grandfather's lap. ____________________________ After less than three months of carefully orchestrated touching, Jon was finally able to pull the little girl's panties aside, and touch her bare vulva. He placed his index finger along the length of her exposed slit, nestling it between her soft puffy lips......just holding it there.....letting her feel the pressure against her bare flesh.......and then, after a week of that, he added the pad of his thumb, pressing against the little hood of flesh, covering her clitoris. He pressed in gently, rolling his thumb in small circles against the top of her slit, where the slightest bit of pink flesh was visible. Soon, a little pink nub began sticking out, and Jon was well on his way to having his own special little girl, to play with, as much as he wanted. He knew he had to be careful.....touching her as gently as possible, in order to leave no trace of his contact with her tender skin, in case her mother was checking her for just that sort of thing. Jon had always been unsure just how much Susan had known, about his desires, when she was a little girl, and he continued to wonder, to this day. Did she know how he masturbated over her, while lying beside her at night? He knew that she was well aware of him being naked under his blanket, the next morning.....seeing his pants laying on the floor beside the bed, when she got up to make herself breakfast. But how much more did she know? Jon was very careful to explain to little Jennie that she mustn't ever tell anyone about the little games they play, like taking off her panties, and the special touches grandpa gives her. He explained how they could both get in trouble with her mommy if she ever found out about it, because her mommy wants to be the one grandpa touches, just like he did when she was a little girl. How much easier it all would've been, if he had slipped under the bed covers, already naked, and begun loving her, as he was now getting ready to love her little girl. If only he hadn't been afraid, and had instead been sure that he could make her understand that what he was doing truly was a love that transcended society's idea of how a father and daughter should show love to each other. If only he had dared to touch her......dared to teach her how to touch him......and in the end, if only he had made love to her......teaching her to receive his manhood.....teaching her how to truly be his darling little girl. He suspected that Susan never actually knew just how much he had desired her, when she was a little girl.....or surely she would not dare to leave her own little girl alone with him, with such frequency, and for so many hours of every day. The three months he had already spent grooming little Jennie...teaching her how good his little touches could make her feel, had gone undiscovered by her mother. Jennie had not revealed what grandpa was doing, while they watched TV, together. No one, but Jonathan and his special little girl had the slightest inkling of the sensuous touches little Jennie was learning to enjoy. And Jonathan continued with her, for many more weeks.....gently teasing her bare skin with the lightest of touches.....not doing anything more suggestive than that.....happy to watch her young body continue to respond, as he knew it would. During that time, it became very commonplace for little Jennie to lay across her grandfather's lap, with her panties removed and her little legs spread open, so grandpa could touch her down there. And grandpa always had that hard thing pressing against her fanny. She wondered when he would let her see what it was.....when would he show her? For now, it didn't really matter, as long as he kept touching her, and making her feel all warm inside. That was all that mattered to little Jennie, anymore.......feeling good, with grandpa touching her. (To be continued)