I am a well adjusted married 30ish mom but thats not my story.

My story starts when I was a young girl. I was 7 when my Gramps came to live with my family. My parents were both nurses who worked the same shift in the local hospital. My Gramps became the baby-sitter to my 3yrs younger brother and me. You may think that it was during this time that it was he who molested us but that was not how it happened. My brother and I loved having Gramps sit for us. He was fun and outgoing. Yes it was he who had to bathe and dress us for bed, but his touches were nothing other than what would be considered normal.

The reason for this story began as my hormones began at age 13. It was during this period of time that my parents had a new home built for us. My room was next to Gramps. The backside of my closet was not completed for whatever reason. It was this closet that bordered Gramps room. In the back of my closet were stacks of boxes left over from our recent move. I didn't think anything of the unfinished closet till one evening after Gramps kissed us good night and went to his room. I was lying in my bed when I remembered a book I needed for school. The book was located in one of those boxes in my closet. I crawled in the back of the closet when I noticed a beam of light shining from the corner. I crept closer and looked. I was surprised that I could see into Gramps bedroom. From the angle I had a clear view of his bed and his bathroom.

I didn't think much of it that is till I seen Gramps exiting the bathroom drying his graying hair. He had just showered and was naked. I had never seen a grown mans cock before. It swayed as he dried his hair hanging straight down. I felt a stirring in my tummy as I watched him lie on his bed still naked. As he lay there he opened a drawer and removed what I learned later was a porn magazine. As he scanned through the magazine I watch with heightened interest as his cock began to grow. His hand wrapped around it and he began to stoke it. My pink panties started to grow wetter the longer I watched and my fingers scratched the itch that started.

I had not masturbated before now and the feelings that were growing within me while wonderful were scary too. I was rubbing my tiny bump faster as I watched his hand quickened also. My nipples felt like they were on fire as I seen his eyes close and his cock erupted. His moan while soft filled my ears. I bit my lip as my first orgasm surged through me. I fell back onto my heels as I tried to catch my breath. It was a few minutes till I realized that Gramps had turned his light off and I hurried back to my bed.

Sleep didn't come for some time as my pussy still tingled and my mind tried to explain what had just happened. I allowed my fingers to explore this newfound feeling as I came a second time.

The following day I tried to concentrate in school but my mind wandered to the previous nightâ�ï& iquest;½s events. I wondered who I could talk to but how would I explain it. When I arrived home from school Gramps wasn't home so I did a little snooping in his bedroom. I found the magazine in the drawer beside his bed. My mind raced as I seen the pictures of naked women and men doing things that I never thought possible. But as I looked and read that feeling in my tummy began to return. It was then that I heard Gramps truck in the drive and I returned the magazine and ran to my room. At supper I couldn't look at him in the eye. My Mom asked if I was feeling well since my faced looked flushed. She gave Gramps orders to keep and eyes on me that evening thinking that I was catching a cold.

After my homework I took my bath. My nipples were so tender and the washcloth was rough against my pussy. I don't remember how long I was doing it but it must have been longer than usual and a knock on the door made me jump. Gramps asked if I was ok and that it was time I went to bed.

I lay in my bed with the cover to my neck as he came in to kiss me goodnight and to ask if I felt ok. As he sat on the edge of my bed my body felt like it was on fire. My skin tingled under my fingers as I answered Gramps questions. With one last kiss on my forehead he left me to my thoughts and went to his room.

My mind raced as I heard his shower turn on. I quickly climbed out of bed and slipped into my closet. I didn't have long to wait for him to once again exit the bathroom naked. This time he lay on top of the covers and turned on his TV. His cock lay there against his thigh never growing hard as it did the night before. It wasn't long till he had turned off his TV and fell asleep. I returned to my own bed upset that I didn't get to see his cock hard. I fingered my pussy till I fell asleep.

I continued my nightly activity of peeking on Gramps for the next couple weeks. Several times having my wishes fulfilled watching Gramps masturbating his big cock. I also kept sneaking into his room when I could to look at the pictures in his magazines. The tingles in my body grew stronger every day. I was now wondering if every man did what Gramps did.

One evening Gramps had to work later than usual and my brother and I were home alone. My parents asked me to babysit my brother and that Gramps would be home by bedtime. I told my brother to take his bath. I wasn't planning on watching him but when I carried a towel into him I seen him naked. His cock was much smaller than Gramps or any of the men in the magazines. I had him sit in the tub and said I was going to make sure he was clean. I began to wash his back and chest. My eyes were fixed on his cock as I dropped the soap between his thighs. Without thinking I went to grab the soap only to have my hand brush his cock. Instantly it became hard. He laughed as he seen me staring and with his hand he made it move. I told him to stand so I could wash it. With soapy hand I touched my first hard cock. He thrust his hips forward as my fingers stroked him as I seen Gramps.

We were both so wrapped up in the events going on that we never heard Gramps come home. We didn't know he seen me stroking my brother and he quietly went back downstairs. A loud slam of the back door had me rushing back to my room and my brother splashing back into the tub. He never let on what he seen in the bathroom. The rest of that evening went as usual. I made my nightly trek into the closet as I heard the shower in Gramps room start. Only thing different this time was that as he left his bathroom his cock was already hard. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hands holding his head like he was in deep thought. Instead of lying on his bed he stood and put on his robe. As he walked out his door I rushed to get back to my bed. Doing so I tripped over the boxes with a loud thud striking my head. Hearing the noise Gramps hurried to my room and found me lying there. He was kneeling beside me when I seen him look at the crack on the corner of my closet. In his haste to rush to aid me his robe had opened and his cock hung close to my arm. I felt it brush my arm as he leaned forward looking into his room.

He looked down at me and scooping me into his arms and carried me to my bed. He carefully lay me down all the while with his robe still gapping open. He quizzed me on what all I had seen through the slit in the wall. My voice quivered and tears flowed down my cheek as I told him everything. I told of seeing him masturbating and looking at his magazines. He smiled at me and kissed away the tears as he held me. I begged him not to be mad at me. It was then his turn for his voice to quiver as he told me of watching me play with my brother earlier. He said he could never be mad at me and that it was the scene he witnessed that caused his erection that I seen.

He told me that what had happened was our secret and that if I agreed that we would not tell my Mom and Dad. He also told me that I could talk to him about anything and that I should not worry about the feelings I have.

I never again got to touch my brotherâ�ï¿& frac12;s cock. The crack in the wall was never fixed. I continued to watch Gramps walk naked from his shower and masturbate. It wasn't till that following summer when a bad thunderstorm occurred. My brother was sleeping at a friendâ�&iu ml;¿½s house and I sought comfort from the storm in Gramps bed. It was then that I got to touch my second cock.