Author: Sterling
Title: Poor Grandpa
Summary: Grandpa has been left unable to move or communicate
after a stroke, and the prognosis is poor. However, an
experimental medical device displays how happy he is at any given
time. The family is very conservative religiously and there has
been no hint of sex education. Fourteen-year-old Katy loves her
grandpa deeply and finds out what really makes him happy.
Keywords: Mf cons het 1st solo mast preg inc gpa gdau

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 6/12/2013.

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Poor Grandpa

It was the second time 14-year-old Katy had been alone in the
house with her grandfather since his stroke. Somehow that gave
her permission to grieve as never before. She cried off and on
for a half hour.

Katy's grandma had been nice, but she had died when Katy was
three, so she didn't remember her so well. But grandpa had been
such a wonderful grandparent. Whenever Katy and her family
arrived for a visit, he would give the brightest smile and the
warmest hug, and he always had some interesting gift. He listened
attentively to the stories she had to tell -- unlike her sister
Joan and her mom and her dad, who got tired of them pretty soon
or didn't pay attention. He took her and Joan to the zoo and the
amusement park. His stories about his past were always
interesting. And while her whole family was devout, there was
something about grandpa's voice as he said grace that really
spoke of a deep belief. And when grandpa looked at her, it just
felt like pure warmth and pure love.

Grandpa was 73 years old and going strong when the stroke hit.
That was four months ago. Katy's mom had explained what that
meant, about his brain not working right. Katy's uncle Paul lived
near grandpa, and he and Aunt Judy did most of the visiting.
Katy's family had made the four-hour drive on two separate
weekends. It had been so sad to see him in the hospital with
tubes and machines all over.

As time went on, they gave up hope of him making a recovery. He'd
need people to look after him for the rest of his life. The two
sons wanted to keep him out of a nursing home if they could.  So
he'd gone home with Aunt Judy and Uncle Paul. But after two
months the grown-ups all decided it was time for him to come live
with Katy's family for a few months before switching back. So
here he was.

The plan was not to leave grandpa alone for too long at a time.
Both of Katy's parents worked. An aide came in during the
mornings, but she was expensive. Katy had bible study after
school on Tuesday and Thursday, while Joan had it the other days.
So one or the other of them was free every afternoon and they had
the weekday afternoons covered so the aide could go home. Between
3:30 and 5:30 every Monday, Wednesday and Friday grandpa was her
responsibility.

The sad part was that he was so seriously disabled. He couldn't
communicate and he couldn't move any of his muscles, except the
reflexes of swallowing and breathing. His eyes would sometimes
focus on something, but it was unpredictable. He certainly
couldn't move his eyes to the left for "yes" and the right for
"no". No one really knew what he was thinking or if his thoughts
made any sense. He lay there on his bed, breathing and
occasionally looking at something random, but he couldn't do
anything.

And that's why Katy had been crying, thinking about this
wonderful grandpa who was reduced to practically nothing.

There was one possible bridge across the chasm, however. There
was a new experimental device. The doctors had implanted a few
electrodes in grandpa's brain, and the signal they got out
indicated how happy or sad grandpa was. It was hooked up to a red
digital display, but it also made a simple beep that came every
few seconds. The higher the pitch, the happier he was. When he
heard the voice of one of his sons or granddaughters, the beep
went up . If he was hungry and they gave him some food, the tone
would go up. When he was full it would go down again so they knew
to stop. A falling tone had told them that he really didn't like
apple sauce. Although he had been a very devout man, hearing
passages from the bible or churchy organ music made the tone
fall. He didn't get anything out of being touched or having his
hand held.

The first time they'd been alone together, she'd tried playing
her newest violin piece.  She was a little bit hurt to discover
after just a few measures that the red numbers were falling
dramatically. She tried singing and found that "America the
Beautiful" got a modest rise. "Our God Our Help In Ages Past" got
a falling tone so she quit that in a hurry. "Yesterday" by the
Beatles did better than "America the Beautiful". "Brown-Eyed
Girl" did even better, which amused Katy.

Last time she'd thought of it like a game, seeing what could make
the tone go up. But this time as she was crying it struck her
that it wasn't a game at all. This tone was the last bridge to
grandpa, and it indicated his actually being sad or a little bit
happy. She realized that his tone had gone down a little when she
started crying, and she felt bad about that. But she couldn't
help herself.

So here she was a half hour later. She'd had only occasional
sniffles the last few minutes, so she felt she was done with
crying. "It's OK, grandpa, I feel better now." The tone went up a
little bit.

"Maybe I can read some more? You seem to like the sound of my
voice. I brought 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'." OK, she knew,
it was a dumb kids' story, but that's what she wanted to read.
Maybe grandpa would recognize it from his own childhood.

She seated herself in a chair right beside his bed, facing up
towards the head. The tone went up at first but began to fall
again. Her mom had told her she'd go crazy thinking she was a
failure if the tone wasn't always high. She thought it was still
up a little bit from its baseline, so she kept reading. She
realized as she read that an old story like this was comforting
when the world didn't make sense.

Suddenly his tone started going up way more than usual. Surely it
wasn't the mention of porridge! She then realized that in her
shifting around to get comfortable she had put her right foot up
on the bed and given him a clear view right up her skirt! And
that's exactly where his eyes were focused.

She quickly restored her modesty, and the tone fell again. What
an embarrassing idea, that grandpa would be happy looking up her
dress! Maybe it was a glitch in the equipment. She went back to
reading, and his tone was definitely below average (the meter
confirmed that, since they all knew 2.7 was average). Grandpa's
eyes were still fixed on her midsection. She was intrigued. She
couldn't resist, just as a tiny experiment, crossing her legs.
The tone went up briefly. Then she opened her legs a bit while
keeping the dress in place, and the tone went up. When she lifted
the one leg to give him a clear view again, the tone went way up
once more. When she restored her modesty, it fell.

Katy put the book down to think. As far as they could tell,
grandpa couldn't understand language. Still, she had to talk to
him. Maybe he got something out of tone of voice. "Grandpa!" she
said. "Do you really like to see what I think you do?" There was
no change in the tone.

Katy's family was part of a very strict religious community. They
went to a special cooperative school so they wouldn't be
corrupted by all the sinful people. They only watched religious
TV. But Katy was aware of the outside world. When they took a
trip in the car, she saw all kinds of billboards with half-naked
people. In summer the people they saw inside the other cars wore
shorts and T-shirts or sometimes just bathing suits, which looked
like fun. But she wasn't quite sure what to think since she knew
they were all going to hell.

Returning to the situation with grandpa, Katy had been taught
from a very young age that it was very important not to let
anyone see her chest or between her legs. She had to stay modest
at all times. Now she paused to reflect on that prohibition and
what it meant.

A couple years before, she'd been frightened to wake up with
blood on her panties. Her mother had acted very uncomfortable as
she brusquely explained that this was normal and she'd have to
wear these special sanitary pads a few days every month.
Fortunately her sister Joan was two years older and had been a
little bit more helpful and whispered furtively to her about what
she could expect in more practical terms, including cramps
(yuck). She already knew that that part of her anatomy was
shameful and she should only touch it to clean it. There were
already two dirty things that came out down there, and now there
was a third. There was also something about babies coming out
down there, but that didn't make any sense. While occasionally
women changed clothing in the same room, she must never let men
or boys see that part of her. God would be angry. She also had
got this feeling that actual bad things could happen if men or
boys saw her down there, but she didn't know what.

She thought about letting grandpa look up her dress. It was wrong
of her. But then grandpa was the holiest man she knew and it made
him happy; surely he couldn't like something that God didn't. She
knew she could get into big trouble if anyone found out, but
grandpa could never tell, and no one else would be home for an
hour. Even if he weren't such a devout man, grandpa certainly
couldn't do bad things to her. Should she let him look or not?
The bad parts didn't really seem to apply, but the good part of
making grandpa happy was clear. It was very confusing.

She once again gave him a good clear view between her legs up to
her panties, and the tone went up. She felt a thrill. Partly it
was the thrill of the forbidden, but there was something else
too. She found it exciting that someone would be happy looking at
her panties. Not just 'someone', too. A male someone.

Even though letting a man see her panties was terrible, panties
were also protection. One reason girls and women wore panties all
the time was that if in a moment of disarray a man saw up there,
far better he see panties than what was inside them! So maybe if
you were trying to make your grandpa happy, it was better instead
of worse?

"You want to see more, grandpa?" she asked, voice quavering. She
pulled the dress up so it was scrunched around her middle and
slowly pulled the panties down. The tone went higher than ever.
"Oh, grandpa, this is so naughty of me! But it makes you happy.
Why do you want to see my dirty girl parts?"

Katy looked at these same girl parts with new eyes, trying to
think how they looked to grandpa -- or whatever was left of
grandpa. There was some fine hair and a slit. When she put her
fingers on either side of the slit and pulled out, the inner
folds came into sight and then opened a little, and the tone of
grandpa's happiness went up further. She'd never heard it this
high before! Long ago, when she was feeling curious about her
body, she'd gotten this far in looking down there and then
suddenly stopped because she knew God was watching and it was
wrong. But grandpa was a devout, God-fearing man. She figured if
God spoke through anyone it would be through grandpa. Did God
want her to play with her dirty parts? She felt around carefully
with her fingers. This place where the blood and pee came out was
complicated -- what was it for, anyway? She poked and prodded and
to her surprise her little finger went inside her body an inch.
Grandpa's tone edged a bit higher.

"What's it all about, grandpa? I know these parts are dirty and
shameful. But you like seeing them and watching me play with
them. Why all these secrets? Mommy said I'd know more when I got
married, but that's a long time away! ...Yeah, I know, you can't
answer... " She moved her hands to the side and spread her lips
wide so he could see the whole thing, and his tone went up.
"That's me, grandpa. That's my private girl parts." Sitting like
that and exposing herself while grandpa's tone was so high was
satisfying somehow. Like she'd finally told the whole truth.

But in another way it wasn't satisfying. She moved her fingers
this way and that, touching here and there. Grandpa's tone went
up a little. She was in no hurry. Some touches and motions felt
kind of good. One felt really nice, and as she repeated the slow
stroking motion with her fingers, grandpa's tone went higher
still. Grandpa's face showed nothing, but his eyes looked
straight at her dirty parts as she held them open to his view and
rubbed her finger in a place that felt very good. Not just the
parts but seeing her motion made him happy! It also felt really
pleasurable and she didn't feel like stopping, and besides
grandpa had a higher tone than ever. On and on she went,
grandpa's tone high while she felt warm and luxurious and just
plain good in a new sort of way. But after a while she realized
her sister would be home soon. She noted how grandpa's tone
dropped a lot as she made herself proper again and went back to
reading Goldilocks.

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In bed that night Katy couldn't stop thinking about what she'd
done with grandpa. She'd always known that putting her hand down
there was very naughty -- something she'd learned from her
parents as a very young girl. But if doing that made grandpa
happy, then could it be too terrible just because he wasn't
watching? She slid her fingers inside the cloth and began
playing. It felt good like it had that afternoon, and she found
her hips squirming. After a while she pulled her hand out and
started drifting off to sleep.

But a sudden thought made her come wide awake, heart pounding.
Grandpa had his own dirty parts! She'd seen little boys from a
distance, but not enough to satisfy her shameful curiosity. It
would be terribly disrespectful to go exploring down there -- but
he'd never tell anyone. And what if he didn't mind! If his tone
went down she'd stop at once, of course. But what if it went up?
She lay tossing and turning for another hour before she finally
fell asleep.

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Grandpa's eyes were closed when she walked in. But when she spoke
they opened. "Hi, grandpa," she said. "Hope you're feeling well
today. Or at least not too bad."

She remembered now with shame her plan to look inside his
underwear. What had she been thinking? She'd brought a book:
'Where the Wild Things Are'. She started to read, but somehow all
she could think of was her panties and how much grandpa liked
looking down there. She brushed away a flush of embarrassment as
she opened her legs to give him a clear view up between her legs.
He was staring off into space, however, and his tone didn't
change.

Keeping her legs in that position, she kept reading, but before
long his tone shot up and she saw him looking between her legs.
She smiled. She put the book down and kept things aligned so he'd
have a good view. "It's so confusing, grandpa. I'm not supposed
to let anyone see my panties, but I can't figure out what's wrong
with it, unless God doesn't like it. But how could you like
something that God doesn't like? One thing I know is it makes you
happy."

She spread her legs wider and let the dress ride up, and his tone
rose. "Are you a naughty man? No -- you're a good man. Maybe it's
OK to expose myself to good men who've had strokes?" She pulled
the panties down and off, scrunched the dress up, and held
herself open for him to view. At each step his tone rose. "I rub
my fingers like this, and it feels good, and you like it so
much."

She rubbed in a leisurely fashion. As the pleasure continued and
got richer, that idea of looking in grandpa's underpants sounded
more intriguing again. Why not? If he didn't mind, that was...

"Grandpa, I don't know what a man looks like down there. I know
it's all private, and I'll learn more when I get married, but..."
She was getting all tingly from the feelings between her legs.
"Let me know if you don't like it, OK? Well, of course you will.
With the tone."

She shifted around to pull the sheet down, and his tone dropped
at once. But maybe that was because he couldn't see between her
legs any more. She sat beside his hips with her legs curled,
knees pointing up towards grandpa's head. When she lifted her top
leg, he had a line of sight up to her pantyless crotch. The tone
went up, so all was well with her plan.

He wasn't wearing underpants, of course, but a diaper for
grown-ups. She tugged gently, listening carefully to his tone,
but it didn't change. The diaper came down... And there it was,
all his male stuff! She was repulsed and fascinated. There was a
whole bunch of brown hair, and his penis, which was way bigger
than anything she'd seen on a little boy. It was pointed down
toward his toes. She peered at it all carefully. There was stuff
underneath that she couldn't see well. His tone fell a bit, but
she realized her legs had come together. She opened them to
restore his view of her private parts, and the tone surged
upwards again.

"You mind if I touch, grandpa?" she said. She reached in and
touched the top of her penis. She half expected grandpa to come
awake and tell her very sternly what a bad girl she was being.
But of course he didn't. Then she stroked very gently along the
top of the tube. After a few seconds, his tone started edging
upward. So she stroked a little more confidently, still just
brushing her finger along the surface of his penis. The tone
edged upward, but something else happened too. The penis itself
started swelling, getting thicker and longer. She wondered
briefly if this was dangerous somehow, but his tone kept
climbing, and she was *so* curious! The penis had a little cap on
it, and she could see the spot where pee would come out -- she'd
seen it coming out of little boys now and then. She tried
touching the cap itself, very gently, and grandpa's tone went up
more. As the penis grew, it now pulled away from his body and
slid over to one side. Underneath, she could now see a hairy
wrinkled sac. She gently touched that too, and grandpa's tone
went up more. As she went back to gently stroking grandpa's
penis, including the tip, it straightened and then pointed up
towards his head. She couldn't touch the back any more; what used
to be the underside was now on top and exposed. It was also very
stiff! She lifted it at the base and the whole thing came up just
like a rigid rod! That didn't make the tone change, but when she
brushed her fingers lightly all over it it kept going up.

By now Katy was far more fascinated than repulsed. What the heck
was this thing for?

She noted that grandpa's chest was cool to the touch and realized
she was a little warm. She thought of something that might solve
both problems at once. She pulled her dress up and over her head
and laid it neatly across grandpa's top. Grandpa's tone had been
going up and down during various parts of all this shifting
around, but it was still higher than anything that didn't involve
panties and underpants and the stuff inside. Now she noticed that
his gaze had shifted. He wasn't looking between her legs any
more; he was looking at her bra! Well, she had a hunch what might
make his tone go up more. She reached behind to unfasten the bra
and took it off. She gradually moved it out to the side, and
wasn't surprised to see his gaze stay with her nipples and not
follow the bra.

She was now totally naked except for her socks and shoes. Feeling
a bit giddy, she quickly got rid of them too. "Here I am,
grandpa! Naked! See me!" She got off the bed and danced at the
foot of the bed. His tone stayed up and his eyes seemed to be
tracking her crotch again. She felt tingly and excited and
briefly remembered how very naughty all this was, but then
remembered the high tone of grandpa's happiness. She imitated
what she'd seen in a flash of video once on a laptop screen in
someone's car: she turned around to show him her rear end and
wiggled it -- brief rise in tone. She turned and shook her torso
to make her breasts wiggle back and forth -- brief rise in tone.
What else was sexy? She lifted one leg as if she was a dog peeing
on the bedpost and gave him a good view of her girl parts -- more
of a rise in tone. She sure had found a bunch of ways to make
grandpa happy! His penis was still very stiff. She got sick of
dancing around and flopped onto the bed down near his bottom
parts and lifted the penis up from his body again. She tried
wrapping her hand around it as best she could, which got a
notable rise in tone. Flipping it back and forth did nothing, but
she tried sliding her hand up and down and got quite the positive
response!

"Oh, grandpa, what does it all mean?" she said, slowly sliding
her hand up and down on this pole between grandpa's legs. "You
get so happy when I do these things with naughty private parts."
He didn't answer, of course. On a whim, she straddled his chest.
But when she let her weight down on him, his tone dropped fast,
so she took her weight off again. "Oops, sorry!" His tone
returned to its high levels. She reached down to kiss his cheeks,
one after the other, and that got a rise in tone. She felt very
naughty as she leaned forward so her breasts dangled over his
face. His tone rose strongly. "You like that? You like them?"

She lowered herself to slide her right nipple over his right
cheek and then -- this felt especially thrilling somehow -- she
brushed it back and forth across his lips, once again causing a
notable rise in tone.

"What about my girl parts, grandpa? You want to see them up
close?" With one knee on either side of his shoulders, she leaned
forward so her crotch was just a foot from his face and wiggled
it back and forth. "See?" she said, reaching in to spread her
lips. She was sure that his tone was now higher than it had ever
been, and she looked to check. Yes, 4.3.

She heard a car door slam and looked up in alarm. She realized
with relief that it was across the street, but on checking the
time she realized her sister might be home any minute. She raced
around, restoring everything to just the way it had been before.
Grandpa's tone fell precipitously. She also noticed as she pulled
his diaper up that his penis had started shrinking. Would it
still be different when her mother changed him next time? She
sure hoped not!

Back in her room, Katy buried herself in homework. When her
mother called her to supper and her father began the long dinner
grace, she felt a wash of shame. Everything she had done was so
terribly immodest and naughty and wrong. The fact it was fun and
exciting was even more proof it was wrong -- wasn't it? Yet there
was that tone, that record high tone, that meant she had made
grandpa very, very happy.

In bed that night she didn't try very hard to keep her fingers
out of her panties, and once they had been in there wiggling for
a couple minutes, she hitched up her butt and pulled them down so
she could spread her legs wide. She noticed she was wet where the
blood came out, and quick put her fingers to her nose for a
sniff. But it was not at all like blood. It had a strange,
mysterious smell instead. She tried poking around there, and her
finger slid up into her body like it had before, but it slid in
easily on her wetness and went in even more! What the heck was
that about? When she pushed it in and out rapidly it felt kind of
good. Not as good as the spot a little higher up, though. She
returned to that spot. The more she rubbed it, the better it
felt. Images of grandpa's big, stiff penis danced in her head.
After a while the feeling wasn't just good, it was kind of itchy,
too. She didn't want to stop, and kept finding different
pressures to make it feel even better. It was itchy and
wonderful, and itchier and more wonderful, and suddenly the
itchiness broke into pure pleasure as she rubbed and rubbed. And
then after a minute she felt not just good but satisfied. She'd
had enough.

What the heck was that? She realized that here in her bed in the
dark there was no grandpa with a high tone to justify what she'd
done, and her guilt surged once more. She hoped she hadn't
damaged herself. She certainly hoped she hadn't offended God and
risked her immortal soul. But even with those concerns in her
mind, the last thing she remembered was feeling happy and
satisfied as well as very sleepy.

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Katy had always been a good girl. She knew what she was about to
do was very, very bad. Maybe it wasn't quite so bad since it was
part of her quest to make grandpa happy. But she didn't even
really believe that herself.

She was in her friend Mary's bedroom looking up the Louisiana
Purchase on Wikipedia. Mary had gone to the bathroom, and she
quick typed in "sexual intercourse". She'd heard in hushed tones
once that that was what married men and women did, but she didn't
know what it was. When the article came up, she knew she only had
a few seconds, so she just looked at the pictures. Was that what
she thought it was? A penis, sticking into the woman down between
her legs? She gulped with horror and fascination. By scrolling
she looked briefly at several illustrations. She heard Mary
flushing the toilet and quickly pressed the "Back" button on the
browser.

That night in bed, her panties came down again and her fingers
went to work. She thought about grandpa's penis. In one of the
pictures she had glimpsed briefly, the woman was on top of the
man. That's the one that could work with grandpa, if she dared --
and only if his tone rose to indicate that he liked it, of
course. She rubbed herself for a while until she was feeling warm
and pleasant. The penis must go in that same hole her finger had
gone in. It seemed way too small, but the pictures were clear.
She slipped her middle finger into her body. As before, poking
her finger in and out felt really good. But she had seen
grandpa's penis; it was much longer and thicker than a finger.
She was surprised to find that when she pressed her finger in
deeper, it just kept going! Then she tried pressing up into
herself with two fingers. That was kind of tight, but they fit.
It hurt a little bit at first, but when it did she slid them back
and forth for a while and it felt better again. Then she pushed
them in more. She used her other hand to rub the part on the
outside that felt really good. And even if it hurt, somehow she
wanted to go back to poking anyway. She just wanted to get her
fingers inside. When she'd gotten two in, she moved on to three.
As she poked in and out, she thought about how the clues lined
up. Grandpa liked looking at her private parts, which was the
spot his penis would go in. When she touched his penis, it got
big and hard -- it would have to be very stiff to press into he!
She also realized that how she got wet made sense too! It would
help the penis go in and out easier. She found all these thoughts
exciting, and stretched herself harder. When she had three
fingers stuffed in past the second knuckle, she felt satisfied.
She moved  those fingers in and out slowly and used her other
hand to massage the part that felt really good. Profiting from
her experience of the night before, she made the pleasure and
itchiness build and build and then it broke in ecstasy and
satisfaction. She was aware that her hole made rhythmic
contractions on her fingers.

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"Hi, grandpa," she said when it was her turn alone with him
again.

He was asleep and didn't wake up right away. She figured she'd
trying pulling his diaper down to see what was going on. His
penis was tiny! Maybe it had grown some the other day just from
watching her naughty parts? She dared to stroke the tip softly.
In about thirty seconds she noticed that it was starting to get
bigger and noticed the happiness tone rising. She also looked up
and found grandpa was awake. Now he was looking right at her hand
that lay on his penis.

"You like that, grandpa?" The tone kept rising, and his penis got
bigger faster. When there was enough of a shaft to get hold of,
she circled it with her right hand and stroked up and down. The
tone rose strongly and grandpa's penis got very hard.

When she let go of it, the tone started falling. "You want to see
me, too? I'm going to take my clothes off. You like to look up
here first?" she asked, squatting on the bed and giving him a
view right up to her panties. The tone started rising again.

She decided to be a little playful to see if that would make him
happy. She slowly raised her dress as she stood, letting the hem
rise above her knees, then rise higher to expose more of her
thighs until finally her panties showed. She wiggled her hips and
grandpa's tone went higher. After she pulled the dress off over
her head, she started squeezing her breasts through her bra,
which elicited a small rise from him. She turned around so he
could see her unfasten the hooks, then turned back and very
slowly pulling the bra aside to reveal her nipples.

She got a further rise from putting her hand down the front of
her panties and wiggling her fingers. That also started getting
her excited and wet -- she didn't need much, she found. Soon she
was completely naked and kneeling straddled over grandpa's chest,
using her fingers to rub herself.

"I've got something new, too, grandpa," she said. "Watch this."
She worked her finger up into her hole and grandpa's tone rose
notably. She worked in a second one and it rose a little higher,
and when she had three fingers in, moving them in and out, his
tone was about as high as it had ever been.

"I was bad, grandpa. I looked up --" She felt shame and switched
to a whisper, "'sexual intercourse' online. I think I figured out
what it is." Switching back to a talking voice, she said, "If you
really like watching this, maybe you'd like to see if I can get
your penis in there instead? Oh, grandpa, this is so naughty! But
if you like it, I'm willing to do it to make you happy!"

The truth was, Katy was eager to try it. She realized she would
be disappointed if his tone didn't go up, and the realization
filled her with shame, but it also made her girl parts glow with
excitement.

She worked herself backward on her knees until her naughty place
was near grandpa's boy parts. All she had to do was fit them
together. Grandpa's penis was long and hard as she lifted it with
her left hand.

"Don't laugh at me, grandpa -- I don't know how this is supposed
to work." She giggled. Laughing was one thing grandpa was not
going to do. By thinking about what angle her fingers had gone
into her body at, she arranged her pelvis so his penis could poke
the same direction.

She wiggled his tip back and forth to make it a bit wet, and
grandpa's tone took a sharp surge upwards. That made her smile.
Then she nestled it right against her opening and started pushing
herself down on him. His penis tip was even bigger than three
fingers, but by holding him and pressing down hard, she felt it
poke into her body cavity. His shaft was stiff enough to poke
into her despite the resistance. That knowledge, the tight fit
and the sensations themselves all felt wonderful. Grandpa's tone
went up to the highest she'd ever heard it! She kept pressing,
and more and more of his stiff rod disappeared inside her. When
she felt totally stuffed, she paused, then let herself ease up a
bit. Grandpa's tone continued high and steady. She pushed down
again, and even though it hurt a little, she kept pressing down.
She couldn't believe how tight and full she felt -- and how good.
Raising herself up again felt good, and sliding back down the
pole of his penis felt good too. Up and down, up and down.
Grandpa's tone was as high as it had ever been. When she paused
in her up and down motion it started falling, and when she went
faster, it got higher. She was getting all those same pleasure
and tickle sensations she got in her bed alone at night. She was
moving up and down rapidly, breathing hard -- this was aerobic
exercise! -- feeling great herself down there and encouraged by
grandpa's high tone. Suddenly his tone went up a lot -- like
much, much higher! His penis inside her felt bigger than ever.
This was great! But then his tone fell rapidly. She tried
different speeds but it kept falling. "What's wrong, grandpa?"
she asked. She noticed his penis getting soft and shrinking
inside her. She pulled off of him and the tone went up a bit. His
penis was slick with her secretions, some of which were
apparently whitish.

Suddenly Katy felt very, very naughty. What had she done? She
remembered that the idea was to make grandpa happy. She tried
rubbing her breasts and put her hand between her legs, but those
didn't make his tone go up. And then his eyes closed! But she
confirmed by looking at the meter that it was still noticeably
higher than his baseline. And she knew that it had gone way
higher than ever before. That was good, even if it didn't stay up
there. Katy got some wet wipes to clean grandpa off very
carefully -- it smelled funny, but not bad. When she had him back
in order, she took a long shower. She and grandpa had had sexual
intercourse!

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Katy brought in "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" to read to
grandpa. The plan was to be a good girl, and if his tone didn't
rise she would just read! But she couldn't resist shifting her
legs around so he got a look up her dress, and she found his
rising tone irresistible. One thing led to another, and before
long she was astride her grandpa, forcing his penis up into her
inner female space. She felt great, but of course the reason she
did it was grandpa's high tone. And once again, it went up really
high just before his penis got soft again.

She found herself doing this every time it was her turn to be
alone with grandpa. Sometimes she thought if it went on just a
little longer she'd have one of those amazing pleasure thingies,
but it never happened. But she could satisfy herself at night
when she was alone in bed, and it helped her get to sleep. She
hoped God wouldn't be too angry at her for playing with herself
when it wasn't to make grandpa happy. And she was making grandpa
very, very happy.

What about telling the other people in the family what a great
way she had found to make grandpa happy? Instinctively she knew
this was a very bad idea. She had been taught that the very first
steps in their afternoon dance were very naughty, and just
because she had figured out it was a great gift for her grandpa,
she had this feeling the others might not agree.

When she got her period she apologized to grandpa and just showed
him her chest, or if she was feeling frisky she rubbed her
nipples across his face. Those got his tone rising pretty well
too, but nothing like when she forced his penis way up inside her
hole.

After a few months grandpa went back to live with Uncle Paul and
Aunt Judy, just as they had planned. Without regular sexual
intercourse, Katy didn't play with herself every night, and one
time she realized she'd gone a whole week without playing with
her girl parts. But then grandpa came back again.

Ever since puberty Katy's body had played weird tricks on her.
Her chest got sore and itched sometimes as her breasts grew. She
sometimes got sick to her stomach and achy down in her belly just
as her period was starting. Her breasts felt different then too.
Her period had gotten pretty regular.

But then for some reason she missed one. She felt kind of sick to
her stomach in the mornings and didn't feel like eating much, and
she had a sudden growth spurt in her breasts. She missed another
period too.

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"Katy, I wanted to make sure about something. When you're alone
with grandpa, you'd never be immodest, right?

Suddenly she felt sick to her stomach, but the lie came out
smoothly: "Oh, no, mom, I'd never do that."

"Because your cousin Carol -- well, she was a very bad girl. I
can't believe she'd do such a thing. But she did, and she's going
to suffer the consequences."

"What consequences?"

"She's going to have a baby. A bastard child."

"Umm... How did that happen?"

"You're too young to need to know such things-- enjoy the
innocence of childhood a little longer, dear."

"But Carol's just 6 months older than me!"

"Well, Carol was very bad, and I know you'd never do anything
like that."

After that, Katy went back to just reading to grandpa. It was
difficult, and sometimes his eyes would lock onto the hem of her
dress and his tone would fall below normal. But if doing
something naughty with grandpa could make a girl get a baby, she
certainly couldn't risk it.

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Seven months later, Carol, Joan and Katy entered grandpa's room
and shut the door behind them. Each one carried a baby. Katy had
a newborn baby girl, Joan a one-month-old son, and Carol a
three-month-old son. In their religion, abortion would have been
unthinkable.

"Hi, grandpa," said Carol. "We thought you might like to be with
your second family. Your three new children -- and
great-grandchildren, by the way."

Katy said, "Too bad they took the tone machine away, or we'd be
able to tell if he likes seeing his sons and daughter."

"It's nice to be together without all the adults," sighed Joan.
"I can just tell how terribly angry and disappointed they are
with me. It's a little better now the baby came and we can focus
on him, but still... I can see they're that way with you too,
Carol."

"It's true," said Katy. "But we really were very bad, don't you
think? I ask God's forgiveness at every feeding and diaper
change."

"I don't know," said Joan. "They left us alone with him and told
us the most important thing was to try to make him happy. And we
each found out pretty soon what makes grandpa happy."

All three smiled.

"Yeah," added Carol. "And they never told us how babies were made
or anything. They just left us alone with our hormones, and him,
and a tone telling us when he was happy, happier, and then the
happiest of all!"

"Yeah," said Joan. "I had no idea he was shooting stuff up into
me."

Carol said, "I think I sort of did, but I figured it wouldn't do
any harm. And did you know about my little sister Becky?"

"Yeah, she was the good girl..." said Joan with a wistful tone.

"No, she wasn't! She did it too!"

"What?" asked Katy.

"It's just that she didn't happen to get pregnant! My mom made me
swear not to tell you guys, so we wouldn't ruin Becky's
reputation, but... you deserve to know too!"

"That does kind of round out the set, doesn't it? Four for four!"
said Joan.

Katy said, "But grandpa was always so proper and holy before his
stroke, right? He never looked at me funny -- the way your dad
did, for instance."

Carol said, "My dad looked at you? Your dad looked at me
sometimes, that's for sure."

"Oh," said Katy. "Anyway, grandpa wasn't like that. But after his
stroke... Do you suppose the stroke made him like that? Or would
he always have been happy seeing up our dresses, and when he did
-- I'm sure he did sometimes -- he just made sure never to give
us a hint about it?"

No one had an answer.

Katy said, "How did your body feel when it was happening?"

"Very full," said Joan, and all three laughed.

"It hurt a little at first, but then it didn't," added Carol.

"Sometimes I thought maybe it felt a little bit good." said Katy.

"A little," said Joan.

"More than a little for me," said Katy.

Carol said, "OK, it felt fantastic!" All three smiled.

Joan said, "Did any of you get that big twitchy great feeling?"

"The one where you feel so satisfied after?" said Katy.

"Yes!"

"Wow, it wasn't just me!" said Katy. "After I was doing it with
grandpa, I couldn't keep from touching myself down there at night
in bed. That's when I got that feeling."

"Oh! I got it when I was going up and down with grandpa's thingie
inside me," said Joan.

"I don't think I got anything like that," said Carol, "but it
sure felt good."

Katy said, "Do you think God will be too angry at me for playing
with myself at night when it wasn't to make grandpa happy?"

"Oh, Katy, I was doing that for years before grandpa got sick,"
said Joan.

"You were?"

"Well, yeah. I don't see how it does any harm. I don't see why
God should care."

Katy knew Joan sometimes made irreverent comments, but she'd
never dreamed her big sister would be bad that way and not worry
about it.

Grandpa gurgled, then gurgled some more. The girls quickly
gathered round with the babies in their arms. His eyes were fixed
on the face of Katy's newborn. Then he spoke. "Sin... Pretty...
Sin... Good... Fuck fuck... Thanks... Sin... Pretty... Good
fuck... Knocked up... Mine?" He was still looking at Katy's girl.

"Yes, grandpa, they're all yours!" said Carol.

"Knock up... Good fuck... Pretty... Thanks... Good fuck... Fuck
fuck... Good fuck... Mine... Fuck fuck."

When he said no more, the girls babbled with excitement and asked
him questions, but he remained silent, and then his eyes closed.

"We should tell mom and dad!" said Katy, heading towards the
door.

"Wait," said Joan. "Maybe we'd better not."

There was a long pause.

"Oh," said Katy. "Yeah, maybe not." She smiled weakly.

"It will just be a secret for the three of us to share."

And while grandpa lived another year, he never spoke again.

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From "Pilot Test Evaluation of the Affective Monitoring System:
Executive Summary":

"The ability to understand the desires of patients who cannot
communicate has been a fervent wish for everyone who cares about
their quality of life. The 'Affective Monitoring System' was
developed and a pilot study conducted. It has been proven
effective in 7 of the 10 test subjects in the current study. The
most common adverse effect was unexpected. The system is too
effective in revealing information that the patient would
probably choose to keep private. In one case, the man became
unhappy whenever his wife opened her mouth to speak, while he was
content to hear anyone else talk; the wife became despondent. In
another case, a woman's happiness soared whenever her
brother-in-law visited, which led to disclosure of a long-time
affair between them. In the most dramatic case, four nubile
granddaughters were left alone with their grandfather and the
instruction to do what they could to make him happy. All
independently followed the path of his happiness to repeated
sexual intercourse. In line with the families' conservative
religious views, none of the girls understood the danger of
pregnancy, and three of the four became pregnant before this was
discovered.

"The Affective Monitoring System could be recommended for use in
institutional settings if it were always turned off before
friends or family visit. However, news of its availability would
inevitably spread to families who would clamor for wider
availability, leading to negative outcomes and acute emotional
distress.

While marketing the device could be very profitable, the negative
outcomes would lead to severe public relations difficulties. We
recommend research on this project be terminated, with the
explanation that it sometimes does not reflect the patient's
happiness correctly."

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