I started sleeping with my grandfather when I was just 14 years old. Do you have any idea how good it feels to see that in writing? I've kept it a secret now for almost 9-years.

My parents were divorced when I was 10. My father was granted custody of my sister and I 2-years later when our mother was jailed for dealing and prostitution. He married Jenny when I was 13 and we got a whole new family - a new mother and another set of grandparents.

Pops and Nana were great people, very loving and supportive. They treated my sister and i like were were family and I will always remember how much they helped my dad out during the recession when he was between jobs.

It was about a year after our dad married Jennifer that her mother, our new Nana, died from breast cancer. It was diagnosed late and took her quickly in just 4-months despite a radical double mastectomy. Pops was crushed, they had been together since high school and was the only woman he had ever been with.

Since we had a big 4-bedroom house dad asked Pops to move in with us, and after he sold his house he did. It was rough going the first 3-months or so, Pops tended to go to be early (9pm) and get up early (4am) for his morning exercise. For a man of nearly 50 he kept himself in good shape, walking and working out at the local Y.

One Saturday morning I guess he forgot to local the door to the hall bathroom after his workout and I walked in. He was standing there, naked, drying his hair. I don't think I was exactly shocked, as I had seen my dad naked before, but seeing him standing there all ripped and his dick hanging down between his legs caught me off guard. I just stood there, staring, until he called my name a couple times. When I looked up he was smiling, and I though I would die of embarrassment so I ran to my room.

I remember there was a knock at the door, then Pops was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. I was crying and told him to go away, but he put his hand on the small of my back and told me I had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to fear, and my response was normal. I don't know what I was planning to do, but when I rolled over to say something I suddenly found myself wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

I don't know how much more I want to write right now. I want to shout everything to the world. Tell everyone how much I miss Pops, how much I still love him, and tell everyone how much he gave to me over the years.