The old man lay in the hospital bed, various tubes and drips attached to him, monitors beeping rhythmically all around the room. His eyes flickered open as he heard the door creak softly. A beautiful young woman came softly into the room and sat down by his bed. He looked at her for some time, a frown creasing his forehead as he struggled to place the face.

Eventually, the woman spoke, "Remember me, Grandpa? Abigail? Your grand-daughter? Do you remember that night all those years ago when my world crumbled around me? When my parents were killed in that car wreck? When all I needed in the world right then was a loving relative to look after me? Someone to take me in and raise me as one of their own? Someone to take me to school everyday, someone who would let my friends come around to play, someone who would cuddle me when I was sad, someone who would read me a story at bedtime before I went to sleep? And what did I get? You. That's what I got. My only living relative. The man who sweet-talked Children's Services into letting him raise the poor little girl as his own. How he would love her and look after her and give her the good life that her poor parents would now not be able to do. And what DID I get? Someone who saw the opportunity present itself that he'd obviously dreamed about for years. You even had the cabin in the woods up here in the north that no-one knew about. All the neighbours knew was the dear old gentleman who lived at Traskers Cabin; he kept himself to himself, but if you ever saw him in town, he always said hello as he passed and would always have the time to carry an old lady's bags across the road to her car. A lovely man, so I hear. If only they had known your dirty secret! I know you haven't got long in this world, Grandpa, and I wanted to come and relive some of our memories together. Looking back now, I realise that what you did wasn't all that bad. It was just the actions of a sad, old, lonely man who wanted some sex. Pure and simple. And as I was the only female in your life, I had to provide it for you. It was hard at first, I can't deny it. It was a real shock to my system, but as time wore on, I really did come to love you, Grandpa ... truly! And that's why I needed to come and tell you this now while you are still here to hear it.

Do you remember the first night? We arrived here late one night and you were still putting on the pretense of being the loving Grandpa who would never harm a hair on his grand-daughter's head? That didn't last long, did it? As soon as we got here, you locked all the doors and told me to go take a shower. I remember taking that shower radio in with me; I'd had it for my 8th birthday and I loved listening to all the hits while I showered. I remember the door opening and you coming in to watch me. I didn't thinking much about it at the time, and even when you started washing me, I still had no inkling of what was to happen. It wasn't until you suddenly started take a lot of care and attention over washing my tits and my pussy that the first seeds of doubt began to raise themselves in my head. I distinctly remember your finger slipping along my pussy lips as you washed me, then being pushed inside. I remember asking you what you were doing, Grandpa, didn't I? And you said, don't worry child, this is the way folks do things around here.

That folks up north show their love to their children by exploring each other's bodies, that God wanted us to do that; that there was no sin in our nakedness and sex was a wonderful thing to be enjoyed by everybody, young and old, all of the family. I remember then how you got undressed and came into the shower with me to carry on washing. You got me to wash you, especially your cock, I remember. I'd never seen an adult cock before that night, just a few little boys one, tiny ones, and I was fascinated by the size of it and how it grew even bigger as I washed it. Then you told me to kiss it to show your love for your Grandpa; and then you wanted me to suck it and take it into my mouth.

That was alright at first, but then you grabbed my head and started pushing it in even further, until I couldn't breathe and I wanted to throw up. But you kept on, pushing it in and taking it out, slowly at first, then faster and faster until you made a funny noise and you came into my mouth. I remember my mouth filling up with something; I didn't know what it was. It was gooey and warm and salty; I remember swallowing a lot before you pulled your cock out of my mouth and then helf it against my tiny little tits that were just starting to form and wiped it to and fro as your cum kept pumping out. I remember you seemed to like rubbing the head of your cock across my nipples, making them go hard; then you got me suck your cock clean again before leaving me in the shower to finish off. You told me to put my nightgown on and get into bed, you would be along later. I thought you meant to read me a story. Ha! If I'd only known.

It seemed ages before you came into my room, I was almost asleep. I remember you kissing me; your breath smelled of whisky and you forced your tongue into my mouth. Your hand went down to my pussy and started fingering me. I struggled, I know I did, but you forced me down and told me to behave; this was just how we did things up here. Then I remember you pulling the bedclothes back and lifting up my nightgown, pulling it over my head, so you could suck on my nipples. Then I saw you get a tube of something out of your pocket and spread some jelly onto your finger before poking it into my pussy. I had no idea what you were doing, that you were lubricating me; the next thing I knew you were on top of me and I could feel something big and hard pressing against my pussy and you pushed harder and harder and it hurt ... my god it hurt ... I started crying and you told me to shut up and be a big girl, that it would only hurt this time, and then afterwards I would start to like it. The moment you ruptured my hymen - I can almost still feel it - the pain made me cry out, but you still kept going, didn't you? You kept going, fucking me properly now, your huge cock filling me entirely, feeling like I was going to burst, until again you made that funny sound again, the one I realised later was you cumming ... and then for the first time in my young life I felt cum being pumped from a cock deep inside me.

Eventually you stopped moving; I felt your cock slip out of me with an audible popping sound; you pulled my nighgown down again, tucked me in, kissed me on the cheek and said "Goodnight, darling, your Grandpa loves you!"

I cried myself to sleep that night, but even as I curled up in bed, trying to work out what had just happened and how horrible it had been, there was another part of me that, deep down inside, had somehow enjoyed parts of what had happened; that I had actually received pleasure from what you'd done to me. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what tomorrow would bring for me and my Grandpa."

All the while Abigail was talking to the old man, her hand had slipped underneath the bedclothes and found his flaccid cock. She had massaged it into life, and, without really thinking, was stroking it. She could hear his breathing getting ragged and his eyes flickering shut occasionally as she pulled on his cock. She started to pump faster and faster until eventually he came. Abigail smiled to herself as the moan he made when he came brought back memories again of her childhood. Some things never change, she thought as she rearranged his bedclothes, stood up, leaned over, kissed him on the forehead and whispered "Goodnight Grandpa, Abigail loves you! See you same time tomorrow ..."