Chapter 4: Shower time

Sabina stayed in the room with her sisters for at least half an hour. Henry kept me company in the living room for that time, while Claire was busy in the kitchen. We had already finished our first glass of white wine. Henry had told me his version of many of the things Eve had told me. But I had also shared. About my daughter and her wife, and their choice not to have children. But also about Elisa's tragic death last year, and how I still struggled with that loss.

Then the door opened, and three cheerful girls entered, giggling loudly. Henry and I exchanged a knowing look, it was clear they had mended things.
"We've discussed it all, dad," Sabina said as she sat herself down on the couch right next to where I was sitting. Even though I had the idea the couch was wide enough, she sat tight against me. I felt the warmth of her body, and the softness of her skin pressed against my side.

"Yeah," Eve agreed, as she sank into a chair across from me, "and we all agree that P.D. is just a nice gentleman to Sabina, but can be a grandpa for Jade and me."
She slumped slightly in the chair and threw one leg over an armrest. I was now looking straight between her splayed legs into her now clearly open pussy. I still don't recall how I managed not to get a huge boner from that view, combined with feeling Sabina's naked body against mine.

I glanced sideways at where Henry was sitting, expecting him to say something about how Eve was sitting. But he didn't see my help-seeking look, he was far too busy tickling Jade, who by now straddled his lap, her back against his chest, her bottom on his crotch. Henry left playful little kisses in her neck, while simultaneously tickling her armpit with one hand and caressing her tummy with the other.

I heard the door and looked up. Claire entered. She paused in the doorway and took her time to take in the scene in front of her. Aware oh her looks, I tried hard not to stare at Eve's spread open pussy. Nor between Jade's legs that were spread even wider. Or at Sabina's delicious little breasts. So I just looked at Claire and hoped, once more, that she wouldn't notice how my cock was not completely relaxed anymore.
"Great, I see that everything has been solved. Well done."
I expected a comment about how Eve was sitting. Or about how, because of Henry's tickling, Jade was constantly squirming her buttocks over his crotch. I couldn't imagine how that man had not already blown a load of sperm. I had to remind myself that not everyone likes children the way I do.

"Food's in the oven, we'll have dinner in 45 minutes. Eve, we have already washed up at the beach, but you haven't yet. I suggest you take a shower now?"
"Can Grandpa help?"
"You'll have to ask Grandpa, honey!"
"Grandpa? Will you help me shower?"
"Help you shower? Can't you take a shower yourself?"
"Of course I can take a shower myself, Grandpa. It's just more fun helping each other!"
I looked at Claire questioningly. She smiled and shrugged.
"It's an honor that she asks you. Usually she wants Dad or me to help. But of course you don't have to, it's your choice. That is actually our most important house rule: you never have to do anything you don't want to."
"Except eating vegetables!" Jade interfered.
The tickle attack was over, she was now sitting still on Henry's lap. He had one hand on her leg and the other on her stomach.
"Yes, parents need to parent!" Henry confirmed.

Eve had gotten up and was now right in front of me. She looked at me, eyes wide open.
"Grandpa? Will you please help me shower?"
"But what am I to do, dear Eve?"
"Simple. You wash me. And then I wash you afterwards. Easy!"
I looked once more at Claire and Henry, but they just nodded encouragingly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"Okay. You're right, Guess I could use a shower too."

As soon as I got up from the couch, Eve grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. Apparently this cabin was a different luxury class from the one I had rented. The shower cubicle was spacious, large enough that Eve and I could easily get in at the same time. Instead of a simple shower head, a large rain ceiling had been installed in the ceiling, which Eve immediately switched on.
We stepped under the running water. Eve picked up a bottle of shower gel.
"Hands, Grandpa!"
She squeezed the bottle and I caught the gel.
"Okay, now you have to soap me all over. Not my face, that stings. And then rub it clean again, so that all the soap and all the dirt is gone."

There was this stubborn little voice in the back of my head, that kept yelling: "Run, run away! This is wrong, this won't end well."
But I ignored it. After all, what's wrong with just helping a child wash?
I also tried to ignore that other voice, that voice that whispered: "This is your chance, now, with everyone's permission, you can touch and caress and feel her everywhere."
It was tempting. But this child needed a grandfather. A man who'd be kind to her, without ulterior motives. Abusing her trust now would destroy that. That was the worst thing I could do right now.
And so I kept telling myself, in my mind: "Just wash her. Nothing else. Keep it innocent!"

"Turn around. So I can wash your back," I said out loud.
Eve turned and draped her hair out of the way. For one brief moment I allowed myself to admire the slender shape of her back, her tanned skin, and the gorgeous round bottom above her beautiful slender legs. But then I put my hands on her shoulders to distribute the shower gel. First on her shoulders. Then on towards her shoulder blades and her back. Then back to her shoulders and finally, one by one, her slender arms.
After I soaped her up like that, Eve stepped under the running water. My hands followed the same pattern again, this time carefully rinsing away all the foam. Her skin felt even softer than I expected. With every touch, Eve seemed to press her body a bit against my hands, and soft giggles and moans betrayed that she seemed to enjoy our touches as much as I did.

"Now the front," Eve said, as she turned around and handed me the bottle of shower gel. I swallowed as I looked once more at her beautiful young body. Did she really want me to wash her whole front? To touch her nipples, those budding flowers, with my bare hands, lather them, wash them, and stroke them clean again?
I started at her shoulders once more, and slowly worked my way down. Slow enough that Eve could say something if she thought I was going too far. But she didn't say anything. She did nothing that could be interpreted as protest. On the contrary. When I got to her nipples, I heard her moan softly with pleasure. I felt her nipples rise. Although she was too young to understand what was happening, she was clearly old enough to experience the physical pleasure of this touch.

I forced myself to continue, over her beautiful belly, to her navel. I stopped there, I did not dare to go even lower. But I still could not resist going back to those incredibly inviting nipples. I would rather have taken them in my mouth. Licked and kissed her sprouting breasts. But I would never be able to give an innocent sounding reason for that, so I could not.
When there was no gel left on my hands at all, I knew I had no excuse to keep going. Reluctantly, I forced myself to also remove the last bits of foam from her shoulders and stomach. I noticed how Eve's breathing, which had noticeably accelerated before, slowly calmed down again.
"See Grandpa? Do you now see why it's better to have help in the shower?"

"Time for your legs, Eve," I muttered with difficulty.
I once more filled my hands from the bottle of shower gel, then knelt on the floor. I knew my eyes were now exactly level with her young pussy, but I forced myself to look down at her legs. Starting from her thighs, I worked as far up as I dared. Eve straddled, unprompted, as if inviting me to go even higher. But I didn't dare to. Instead, I worked down, past her knees and her calves. Eve lifted a foot, so I could reach her sole. She faltered for a moment, then I felt her lay her soft hands on my shoulders to restore her balance.
Again I rinsed the last gel from my hands and then carefully removed all foam from her legs, helped by the shower water.

Even though I fought hard to get all the dirty thoughts out of my head, I was very aware that my cock had now grown to a point that it was no longer hanging down. I wasn't completely erect, but my cock was definitely pointing slightly forward and downward. When I stood up, Eve would see that; and I racked my head on how to prevent that. Or how to explain it, in case Eve would notice and then later ask her parents why Grandpa's dick had suddenly grown so big. But before I found a solution, Eve's cheerful voice interrupted my brooding.
"Grandpa, you forgot my buttocks. They have to be clean too!"
I had to swallow hard before I could answer.
"I think it would be better if you could do that yourself, Eve?"

There was a short silence. And when Eve spoke again, her voice sounded different. All the cheerfulness was gone. I didn't need to see her face to know how deeply I had disappointed her.
"I could. Grandpa. But I just like it better when you do it. You don't have to. If you don't want to, I mean. If you don't like it. I just thought you'd like it too."
I could hear in her voice how rejected she felt. If there was anything I didn't want, it was to make her feel rejected.
"That's not it, Eve. I think that I would really like to do it. It's just ..."
I interrupted myself. How do you explain this to a young child like Eve, a child so innocent, so naive? How do you tell her that you go mad with the desire to touch and caress her buttocks, that you want nothing more than that. To hold those globes in your hands, to let your finger slide gently between them. But that you're too afraid you'll lose control, too afraid you'll do things she doesn't understand, doesn't know, isn't ready for.
How was I supposed to explain to her that my refusal was not because I didn't want to touch her butt, but because I wanted it way too much?

I couldn't explain that. And I shouldn't have to. I was the adult here. If I couldn't control my urges, what kind of man was I?
"Just what, Grandpa?" Eve interrupted my thoughts.
I sighed, aware that I was about to do something that could be very much misunderstood. I involuntarily glanced aside, to check that the door was closed, that no one could see us.
"It's just that I was afraid you wouldn't want it, and I didn't want to startle you by touching your butt when you don't want to."
"Oh, is that it," Eve said with relief, and my heart skipped a beat to hear her typical light-hearted cheerfulness again, "but that's no problem, Grandpa. You're sweet and I love you, so you can touch me anywhere!"
I had to swallow again. In her young innocence, this child really had no idea that she was offering so much more than she intended. All the greater was the pressure on me not to destroy that innocence my overstepping the boundaries. Wherever they might be.

And so I distributed some more gel on my hands, as Eve turned her back to me. I started on her lower back just to be sure. But there was no resistance, not even a trace of a shiver or uncertainty, as I lowered my massaging hands and approached her soft globes. The first moment I felt the firm resistance of her round bottom, I noticed how blood rushed to my cock. Even before I had my hands completely on her buttocks, my penis was already erect, at maximum size. I knew this was wrong. I knew this was dangerous. But I also knew I couldn't stop this, Not while I was massaging Eve's sexy ass with both hands.
My erection was no longer under my control. But my behavior still was! My movements remained proper. Or at least as proper as was possible in this situation. I was distributing gel. I was washing her buttocks. It felt different to me. For me, this was the most erotic and sexy experience since I had given Elisa my virginity, so long ago already. But Eve did not see and hopefully did not notice how she made me feel.

"Don't forget the crack between my buttocks, Grandpa!"
Until Eve said that, I had actually carefully avoided her crack. But now I slowly, gently, pushed some shower gel with one finger in that crack, moving my finger from the bottom to the top. When I moved back, applying a tad more pressure, the slippery gel caused my finger to slide a bit deeper in between Eve's soft buttocks, so that the tip of my index finger gently stroked her rosebud. I felt a shiver run through her young body and looked quickly at her face. No, that was not from being startled. I saw pure pleasure.
I washed my hands clean, then rubbed her buttocks once more to remove the soap. I felt Eve shiver again under my touch, heard her moan softly. I hesitated for a moment. Did I hurt her? No. I looked at her face and knew that was a moan of pleasure. I couldn't help myself. Against better judgment, I muttered something about wanting to make sure she was really clean as I repeated the motion a few more times.
"Oh yes...," I heard Eve moan softly, "oh that's good. Nice grandpa!"

Her words made me realize that this was no longer about cleaning for Eve either. This was all about the pleasure of being touched and caressed in her erogenous zones. She may have been too young. She may not have understood what we were doing. But none of that changed the simple fact that this girl was just enjoying the physical stimulation caused by "grandfather's" hands on and between her buttocks. As much as I wanted to continue touching her, for her pleasure as well as my own, I had to force myself to stop.

"Totally clean!" I said, a little too hastily, and after one more slow movement through her buttocks I removed my hands from there.
"Awww ... too bad!" Eve complained.
But I knew it was mostly for form, that she accepted that our game was over.
And then, quite unexpectedly, she turned to me, threw her arms around me, and pressed her slender body tightly against mine for an intimate hug.
"Thanks, Grandpa!"

Chapter 5: Caught!

I'd been agonizing for some time already over how to keep Eve from noticing that my cock had grown bigger and bigger as I washed her, and was now standing straight up, in full glory. I had no answer yet.
But now I could stop worrying. When Eve pressed her body hard against mine for that long, grateful hug, my cock stood fully erect between my crotch and her stomach. There was zero chance of her not noticing my erection.
But she didn't break the hug, she held it for a long time. Pleasantly long. And when she let go, I saw her gaze go to my crotch, but I saw no panic, no fear, no anger. Just genuine joy.
"See, Grandpa, I told you! Showering together is fun for both!"

In those few seconds, from the moment I realized Eve had to feel my erection, until the moment she saw it – no, looked at it! – thousands of possible ways she might react raced through my head.
None came even close to this one.
I didn't answer her. Couldn't answer her. I was too busy processing what that one brief comment all entailed.

She knew about erections.
She knew the cause of erections.
She knew that, in this case, she was the cause of mine. Her beautiful body, that I had touched and caressed.
And she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was just happy, and even seemed a little proud.
How did she know this? Do children already learn about sex in primary school? In my time it was different. I didn't learn about sex until much later. And with much less detail. Was that so different now? I couldn't imagine. But ... how could Eve know this?
But also ... knowing she knew all this, why wasn't she running to her parents, screaming loudly, to complain that "grandpa" is a dangerous pedophile? Why wasn't I already being carried out of the resort, tarred, feathered, and probably indicted?

But Eve didn't give me much time to ponder those questions.
"Grandpa, are you going to wash me further now?"
I shook my head briefly to dispel the worries and return to reality.
"Further? I think you're completely clean already?"
"No," she said, shaking her head angrily, pulling one of my arms to make it clear that I had to bend over. Then she went on, in a conspiratorial whisper in my ear: "We've got to do my little poo hole too, Grandpa. No matter how much I wipe, there's always some poo left inside. And mom always says it's very important to keep all my cavities clean!"

Wait, did she just say all her cavities? Surely she didn't mean ...?
No. That was not possible. She could never have meant that. That's probably what her mother said, referring to blowing your nose and brushing your teeth and keeping your ears clean.
But, apparently, also about her ass. Her asshole. That she wanted to be clean on the inside, deeper within than she could reach with toilet paper. Did she really want me to ...?
I took a deep breath and tried to control my voice when I asked her.
"Eve, do you mean ... do you want me to ... to put my finger in ... in your ..."

Eve took my hands in hers, very seriously, and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Under the shower, with your index finger, in my asshole. Yes, Grandpa, that's what I mean. You don't have to. I understand if you don't like to put your finger in my ass. I can do it myself. But daddy always likes to clean my holes. And ..."
She stopped talking abruptly, as if she'd almost spilled a secret. I decided not to press for more information, my head was already spinning from all she told me. So apparently Eve let her father finger her anus to get it fully clean? Perhaps her mother as well? And had she used plural again, holes instead of hole?
My cock, which had deflated a bet when Eve noticed my boner and I got worried how she'd respond, was by now standing fully erect again, trembling with tension and excitement. Had we not been under a running shower, Eve would certainly by now have been able to effortlessly witness large drops of pre-cum flowing from its tip.

"Will you please help me clean my asshole, Grandpa?" Eve finally asked, when she apparently felt she had waited too long already for me to answer, "Like Daddy does? Or shall I do it myself?"
I knew I should say no. I had actually gone way too far, and my painfully erect cock was the ultimate proof of that. What Eve asked of me now went further, much further. This was questionable already for a parent to do with their own child. For a stranger that she had just met today, this was a hundred thousand times more wrong. I had to say no.
But I didn't.
At that moment, I told myself that she would feel so horribly rejected again.
At that moment, I told myself that it was just wrong in my head, that for Eve it was just cleaning.
At that moment, I told myself that I had already massaged her breasts extensively, that this was just one little step more.
In retrospect, I think I was only thinking with my cock at the time, because all my blood was there and there was nothing left for my brain.

I nodded.
"Okay," I managed to say with difficulty, startled to note how my voice sound hoarse and greedy at the same time.

Without another word, Eve stooped to give me easy access. With her own hands she parted her buttocks a little and I looked straight into the opening of her anus. And below that, pressed together between her legs, her lovely childish labia.
Again I ran my finger down the length of her buttocks, from bottom to top and back again until my finger pressed against her anus. I felt a shiver run through Eve's young body, and although I already knew what the answer would be, I just had to ask her one more time.
"Are you really sure, sweetie?"
"Yes, Grandpa. I am sure."

Those words, spoken so sweetly, so confidently, were all it took to break my last remnant of resistance. I applied some force, and I felt how my finger pushed Eve's tight sphincter open, until the opening was wide enough for my finger to enter. I pressed a little deeper, then slowly pulled my finger back.
"Deeper, Grandpa," Eve whispered, "you can go much deeper."
I pressed my finger in again, but this time I kept pushing. I was surprised how easily I slipped in, I expected more resistance. Her anus was tight around my finger, but not as tight as expected. And to my surprise, I was able to press my index finger all the way in, until my fisted other fingers pressed hard against her perineum and labia.
"Ooohhh, yes! Yes, grandpa! All the way in, so nice and deep! That feels good. And now out and back in again?"
"To clean, right?" I asked, fully aware it wasn't.
"Hm-hm," Eve confirmed, "of course."
She lied. We both knew she lied. And we both knew that we knew it. But it still felt necessary to keep up appearances.

I slowly pulled my finger out of Eve's poop hole until only the tip was still in. And then I pushed it all the way back in. Both movements made my much too young partner moan loudly. For me, the combination of feeling the pressure of Eve's incredibly tight sphincter on my finger, hearing her soft moaning and groaning noises, and realizing the sheer eroticism of the situation, made my cock quiver with pleasure as a large drop of pre-cum formed on the tip.
I pushed my finger in again, then pulled it back, and again, and again.
"Faster, Grandpa," Eve gasped beneath me, "harder!"

The excuse of our so-called "cleaning" was completely forgotten by now. There was no longer any doubt about what I was doing. I was finger-fucking Eve's ass. Hard. And she enjoyed it. A lot!
Her soft moaning had turned into loud squealing and groaning, as she moved her bottom to counter the movement of my finger, so that she'd feel the thrusts even deeper and harder.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, grandpa, oh yes!"
I heard her panting between moans and groans as her little body writhed in sheer pleasure. And then she brought one had to that special spot between her legs, and immediately after that a great and deep shiver ran through her body. I felt her anus cramp on my finger.
I held my finger still, deep in her anus, until her orgasm was over. Then I moved it lazily in and out a few more times before pulling my finger out of her ass and watching the hole quickly close again.
"Thank you Grandpa," Eve whispered, as she stood up, "that was very nice!"

I realized I was shaking on my legs by now. Never before had I seen a child orgasm. Least of all from my own finger! But now that I had, even while knowing it was wrong, it only felt right. Eve had clearly enjoyed it. I had enjoyed. How could this be wrong?
But as the intoxication of the moment faded, other emotions returned. No shame, I noticed to my own surprise. I knew that I was supposed to be ashamed, but I wasn't. But I did feel fear. What would be the consequences for me if someone found out what we had just done? And, even worse, what would the consequences be for Eve?

I was still searching for the right words to explain to Eve that this really had to be our secret, forever, not to be shared with anyone. But before I even could start, Eve already upped the game.
"Would you like to do my front as well, Grandpa? Please?"
Eve giggled as she saw my cock come back to full size as I heard her words.
"I think that means yes, Grandpa!" she said, smiling, pressingthe tip of her pointing finger softly against my hard cock.
And then she relaxed her body against mine. Her back leaned lazily against my big belly. I felt my cock, squeezed in between the small of her back and my stomach. I knew Eve must have felt it too, but that didn't worry me anymore. I just loved the sensation of her soft, warm skin against my sensitive fuckrod.
She stretched her arms high, closed them around my neck, then sank even further into me, completely relaxed, completely open to wherever I wanted to caress her, fully trusting her new grandfather.

Without hesitation, I placed my left hand on her right breast, where my fingers immediately began to play with the hard nipple on that small, soft bump. My right hand first went to her stomach, but from there I moved it downwards with full determination. I paused a bit on her mound, enjoying the velvety smoothness of her still completely hairless skin. But then I stretched my index finger further down, to the slit between her labia.
I ran my finger across her slit. And again, and a third time, and each time I was rewarded by a shudder of her young body and a soft moan or a whispered "oh yes, nice grandpa". On the fourth time, I applied a bit more pressure. My finger slipped effortlessly between her moist lips.

Again, I moved my finger slowly across the length of Eve's slit, now pressed between her outer labia. I reveled in the warmth, the softness of her skin, its smoothness, caused by her freely flowing cunt juices, and the nice moaning of my newfound granddaughter. For a moment I stopped at her opening, the entrance to that special tunnel of ultimate pleasure. But I didn't want to push inside, not without an explicit request. So I moved on, ignoring the slightly disappointed sound escaping Eve's mouth, which soon turned into delight when I found the little button that was her immature clitoris.
I kept my finger there now, but kept changing the movement. Sometimes I stroked her gently, sometimes I made circular motions, slowly or quickly, gently or firmly. Then again I would gently squeeze her sensitive clit, or tease around it in little circles for a while without touching it at all, then suddenly press it hard again. Eve's constant moans and groans and the writhing of her small body against my big belly was all I needed to know what she liked, and give her more of it.

As she turned her head up to look at my face, I quickly bent down my own head, to give her a quick kiss. But Eve had other plans! Instantly, her arm moved from around my neck to the top of my head, then pressed to hold my head in place. She opened her lips, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I answered with my tongue, and so we stood there, tongue-tied, while my one hand alternately stroked and massaged both her breasts, and my other hand kept working her clitoris.
Soon, way too soon, Eve came. Her entire body shuddered immensely, then tightened up, as a primal sound left her throat, causing my own throat to vibrate along through our still glued-together mouths.

I felt her body collapse after her orgasm. Her arms slid powerlessly from my neck. I instinctively increased the pressure of my left arm around her chest to give her body the support she could no longer provide herself. Her body shifted a little to the right, but I managed to catch her just in time. As she hung in my arms, panting from her orgasm, my hard cock bobbed gently under the running water, now that it was no longer wedged between my stomach and Eve's back.

And that's when I heard the bathroom door open.
I looked up, startled, to see Sabina enter.
"Mommy says...," she had started to say as she pushed open the door. But then she stopped to take in the scene. I saw a smile form around her mouth. I saw her tongue lick her lips.
But then she resumed: "Mom says dinner is almost ready. Are you two coming?"