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story_codes: M/g(5-11) Man/young girl, incest, cons

story_intro: Six years earlier, Ethan had become quite intimate with his eldest granddaughter, Erin, while the girl's parents' marriage was falling apart. Now years later, Erin has come to her grandfather with those memories and a vexing problem.


story_language: English




Butterfly Girls - Veteran's Home Visit, Story 1

Written by madvlad


	The Wingfield Veteran's Home, an assisted living facility for aged or wounded military veterans, became the recipient of a new and continuing "adoption" program where the residents would receive regular visits from the members of Butterfly Girls Group 602. While the girls added some brightness and joy to the place, they also found their mostly elderly new friends to be entertaining as well with a plethora of stories and jokes (both of which were kept suitably clean for young ears).

	Recovering from a recent knee replacement, Ethan declined the offer of a wheelchair to go out and meet the guests. He could hear their high voices chirping in the hallway outside his room but was content to wait. After all, he had inside connections with the Butterfly Girls. Soon enough, the door to his room opened and two little girls in yellow and purple uniforms popped in.

	"Hi, Grandad!" they chorused as the trotted to his bed. 

	"Hi and hi, to you," he replied.

	Beth, the elder of the pair at eight, leaned over to give and receive a hug from the man while Lily stood back a bit and eyed Ethan with anticipation. Having turned six over the summer, she had just joined Butterfly Girls and was proud to be following in the footsteps of her two big sisters. Ethan pretended to be quite serious as he looked over his youngest granddaughter as she waited for his approval. 

	"Yup," he finally announced. "You pass inspection."

	Lily scampered to the bed and leapt up on the side to hug her grandfather; her warm, smooth cheek pressing against his face. Ethan curled his arm around the back of the girl's thighs and on top of her skirt to keep her from slipping. Her purple skirt slid up slightly but the curve of her little rump caught on his hand so she wouldn't fall. It was an innocent enough embrace but Ethan's hand had been in such a place while underneath the skirt of another Butterfly Girl in the past. The springy feel of his granddaughter's buns gave the man a reaction that was hidden by his bedclothes.

	"You certainly look prettier in your first uniform than I did when I got out of boot camp," Ethan told the girl. "Of course, my entire company was a bunch of butt-ugly troops."

	Beth giggled at his use of the word, "butt". She wasn't supposed to use it (although she did) but it sounded quite funny coming from an old man her mother couldn't scold. After all, he was her mom's father.

	"Look, I got my first badge," Lily informed him as she proudly pointed to the small, colorful circle sewn onto her sash.

	"Safety," Ethan noted. "That's a good one to get for your first. "I helped Erin get hers when she was your age."

	"Erin's a Wing Guide now," Lily stated, her eyes wide with awe. "I'm going to be one to when I grow up."

	"You don't have to be grown up," Beth interjected. "Just eleven years old like Erin."

	"That's almost grown up," Lily insisted before turning to Ethan. "Erin even has a bra, now."

	"It's not a real one," Beth said. "It's just a training bra."

	"Well, thank you for the booby report on Erin," Ethan chuckled.

	Both girls looked scandalized for a moment before bursting into peals of high-pitched laugher.

	"Just don't tell your sister I said that," Ethan requested when their joyful fit subsided.

	"Promise," Beth said as she snickered again.

	"It's a Butterfly Girl promise," Lily added.

	That was good enough for Ethan. Butterfly Girl promises were a sacred thing - and he should know.

	"Well, I get to see you enough so why don't you create mayhem for some of my friends, here."

	"And we'll talk real loud to Mr. Estherhaus," Lily said.

	Ethan laughed. One of his best friends here, Lionel Estherhaus, had been a gunner's mate in the Navy and was a little hard of hearing after twenty years of playing with big shipboard booming things. But his big, calloused hands were surprisingly deft when it came to sleight-of-hand magic tricks that he used to entertain his own grandkids and anyone else's who came to visit. Ethan was sure he had a rapt audience of little girls right now.

	Ethan was still smiling after Beth and Lily left. His daughter was doing a fine job raising three girls on her own after her marriage went down the toilet for good about the time that Lily was one. The girls' father kept up with child support payments but had moved across the country and spent little time with his daughters outside of phone calls and video streaming. 

	About once or twice a month, Ethan would take the girls out for the day, courtesy of one of Wingfield's shuttle vans. The knee replacement would put those activities on hold for a couple of months but he'd be moving upright again without a cane in good time. 

	Twenty minutes later, the door to his room opened again and a slim figure in another uniform entered. It was similar to the ones that Beth and Lily wore except that the purple was replaced by the powder blue of the Wing Guides.

	Ethan's eldest granddaughter shared the same brown shade of hair as her sisters but instead of Lily's pigtails and Beth's braids, Erin kept a single pony tail with bangs cut perfectly straight in front. She was happy to be here, as always, but seemed unsure or nervous about something. After the usual greeting hug, she fidgeted with her fingers as she sat on the side of his bed.

	"Relax," Ethan joked. "Blue's a good color on you."

	Erin smiled wistfully; something hauntingly familiar from back when she was five and six. As her parents' marriage was in a tailspin, she was very much aware of the emotions running between the couple. Beth was just a toddler when it began and Lily merely a newborn. Perhaps Lily had been some sort of effort to save the marriage - a bad idea to think that a child could do that - but her arrival only seemed to add to the pressure that was tearing the relationship asunder. Fortunately, neither parent had ever blamed any of the kids for their own failings.

	"Grandad, remember when things were bad between Mom and Dad and I stayed with you a lot?"

	Ethan nodded, feeling a wrinkle of worry in his gut. What had happened then was something he didn't regret and Erin had always enjoyed it and even took comfort in the pleasure between them.

	These were things he had never dared to do with his own daughter. But little Erin, barely in kindergarten when things really started to fall apart at home, had been needful for affection and the long hours of her in his lap had eventually led to what happened.

	Just as none of the girls had anything to do with their parents' divorce, Ethan never had delusions about Erin being the instigator of what happened between them. The pats and caresses for the little girl eventually moved to other places on her body and then beneath her clothing. Before long, the five year-old preferred to be naked when she got into her grandfather's lap so his hands could touch her bare skin everywhere. 

	She would lean against him as her bottom was kneaded and then spread her legs as he played between them. The fondling on her hairless mound became more involved and the explorations more intricate. In response, her tiny body reacted in the only way it could and the tyke would moan contentedly as her immature font moistened her grandfather's loving fingers before the shivers came and took hold of her. 

	In time, she became curious about the hardness that would appear in Ethan's pants. Ever curious, the kindergartner soon had her small hands wrapped around the stiff member, working it like her grandfather showed her until the curious eruption of fluid happened. She was happy to make the man feel like he did for her and with little coaxing, she learned how to do it with her tongue and then her entire young mouth. 

	By the time the dust settled on her parents' divorce, Erin felt the calm return to her home. While Ethan was a fixture in the lives of all three girls, the private interludes between him and Erin gradually went away. Neither of them spoke about it; preferring to keep it a pleasant memory.

	But today, Erin's expression made Ethan wonder if those times from before were bringing some kind of payback now. Reluctant to speak, he waited for Erin to start.

	"Grandad," she finally said, not looking at him. "There's something I...um...please don't think I'm awful."

	Whatever he might have been expecting, Erin's concern shocked him.

	"Never!" he blurted. "How could I think that?"

	"It's just...I need you to do...I need your help."

	"Just ask. Although I hope it isn't dancing lessons - you'll have to give me a few months."

	Erin smiled again; this time it was fuller and her cheeks reddened with a suppressed giggle. Then it faded and she grew thoughtful again. 

	"Remember when I was little and I stayed with you and we did stuff?"

	"Yes," Ethan replied in what he hoped was an even tone.

	"That was good and...well, sometimes I did it to myself later. But I was never good as you were."

	Ethan smiled and nodded. So far, this was good. Although he didn't know how many grandfathers had taught their little granddaughters how to masturbate. Anyway, Erin had turned out just fine.

	"There's something else," she said. "Some girls at school - you know I'm in middle school, now - talk about things."

	"Sixth grade," Ethan remarked.

	"Yeah. Most of the girls talking about this...stuff...are in seventh or eighth grade but I'm afraid it's going to happen to me."

	Ethan was confused. Was she talking about getting breasts? Well, there was the training bra thing but that didn't mean anything had started yet. There was nothing that showed under her blouse. Perhaps she was worried about getting her period. Hadn't her mother spoken to her about that, yet? Ethan considered his daughter to be pretty practical.

	"And what is this 'It', if you don't mind my asking," he said softly.

	Erin looked up at him and then back down at her interlaced fingers.

	"Sex," she whispered.

	Sex? Erin was still a little girl. What nonsense! Except that this little girl had a training bra now and was entering into the age where periods would strike without warning. Ethan ruefully conceded that his first granddaughter was now teetering on the mountain ridge between childhood and the perils of adolescence. 

	"It's not a requirement, you know," he replied. "And don't let some boy talk you into it. Do you have a boyfriend?"

	Erin shook her head, making her ponytail sway in a way that took a couple of years from her age in that brief moment. 

	"I think a couple of them like me and I wouldn't go that far...but what if it happens sometime?"

	"It will happen sometime. But that's your choice. Just don't feel rushed."

	Ethan was amazed he sounded this calm. If she ever came to him crying because some little twerp forced himself...well, he'd likely get locked up after finding the kid but it would be worth it.

	"I know it's going to happen sometime. Mom says I should wait until I get married. We talked about it a little when she told me about getting periods and stuff."

	"Oh, so you've already had one or two."

	"Huh? Periods? No, but mom wanted me to know. But Grandad, what if my first time with, you know, the other thing, isn't good?"

	Ethan couldn't find any words and could only shrug helplessly. Erin nodded and stared at him eye to eye.

	"That's what I mean," she said quietly. "That's why I...I...could you be my first time?"

	As Ethan sat still, the room seemed to suddenly grow larger and he felt like he was about to drift off the bed. Then everything came back to proper dimension abruptly.

	"Me?" he rasped. "Now? I mean, I've got a bad leg and..."

	A tear started to trickle from Erin's eye. That had been a tough thing to resist with his own daughter, but with a grandchild, he didn't stand a chance.

	"We'll have to do it in bed and I can't move very much," he tried to explain.

	Erin nodded and blushed as she made a confession.

	"Ginny Rossi showed me pictures she found on the internet where the woman was...well, the man was just lying there. She wanted to show me videos, too, but I was too embarrassed."

	Ethan remembered Ginny from Butterfly Girls. She was a little pistol then and he wasn't surprised her spirited interests had turned toward sex. Then he wondered if she was putting out yet when he saw Erin's shaking hands reaching for the first button on her blouse. 

	"Uh," he said, interrupting her action with a dose of practicality. "Maybe you should lock the door, first."

	With a peep of embarrassment, Erin scurried and locked the door. Then she stood by a chair, removing her shoes and socks while Ethan managed to slide his pajama pants off while keeping his lower body under the covers. By the time he was settled again, he saw her unzipping her skirt. Erin's blouse was already off and he saw her in profile; her ribcage faintly visible on her thin frame and with a light tan cup of her training bra concealing any development she might have had. 

	The skirt came off and was folded before being set on the chair. With Erin's back to him, Ethan noted the shape of her sleek young figure. Her waist was slightly tapered and was there just a hint of widening at her hips? Nothing much - certainly no womanly curves - but he could see boys her age, or maybe the older ones at her middle school, ogling that pert rump and trying to discover what, if anything, she had inside that little training bra.

	With his own thoughts following that same pattern, his reaction was visible beneath the sheet. Erin's eyes locked on it as she walked quietly to the bed. Touching the sheet, she looked at him with a wordless question and he nodded. The girl pulled the sheet back and wrapped one hand around his penis with the grace of remembered actions.

	"It's just like I remembered it was," she said aloud. "Maybe a little smaller than I thought it was."

	Ethan knew she meant no offense but was still a bit indignant.

	"Well, you were littler at the time, you know."

	Erin nodded, still not aware of her unintended slight. Then she stood up and took a long breath before reaching for her training bra.

	"No one's ever seen me here...like this..." she explained. "Except for Mom."

	Then she pulled the bra up over her head to remove it. With her arms stretched upward, it made her chest taut and Ethan only saw her little nipples and nothing else. But when Erin lowered her arms, her chest relaxed and he could see the soft layer of modest padding under and around her nipples. Keeping her arms tightly at her sides, the sixth grader displayed her newly budding breasts to her grandfather.

	"Do they look okay?" she asked in a seemingly younger voice.

	"Very nice," Ethan said, afraid to say more.

	Erin relaxed slightly before tensing again. Her panties were pale blue with pink trim, hugging her slight hips and showing a hint of the mound between her thighs before Erin pushed them down her legs. She didn't stop to show him her complete nakedness and climbed onto the bed instead. Still, Ethan could see no sign of hair growing there yet. 

	Sensing Erin's tenseness, he pulled her onto his lap, sitting sideways as he had done when she was younger. He winced but stifled the groan that almost came out when his recently repaired leg was jostled. As she had done years ago, Erin laid her cheek against her grandfather's chest, unmoving as his hands began to explore her nude body. 

	"Are you going to make me shiver?" she asked.

	Ethan didn't know if she knew the word "cum" yet and just preferred to use the old term. But she was also still innocent in many ways. Either way, he let his hands answer for him. 

	"Ah...ah...ahhh," Erin mewled in a wavering tone as her grandfather's hand gently played over one growing mound on her chest. 

	Ethan caressed the eleven year-old's breast, experiencing every bit of it. Saving the nipple for last, he felt the tip spring to stiffness the first time his finger brushed over it. His other hand was on her thigh and she opened her legs as he moved it upward just as she had last done when she was six.

	Slowly cupping the girl's mons, Ethan found that she was indeed as hairless as he had been five years ago. And just as hairless as Beth and Lily were now. He felt guilty for that prurient thought but could not deny where his attractions lay. Erin's vulva had been round and plump then. While the smoothness was still there and the lips were soft and pliant, the swelling had become sleeker now like the rest of her body.

	The shifting of Erin's body was subtle; a roll of her hips to press her mons against her grandfather's hand. He clutched her tightly, letting the compression start the first roll of needful heat inside of her. For nearly two years, he had come to know how intimately her body had reacted; as far as he could without actually penetrating her. 

	Now a second breast received its first sensual touches as Ethan's finger slid along the crease of her mound. He manipulated her clit in the same manner he did the nipple now in his reach. Erin pressed against him, shivering not in climax yet but in anticipation. With both hands working more urgently on her, the preteen flexed in the man's lap. Yes, she had played with herself on occasion since her last time with her grandfather, but nothing compared to what he had done for her then and certainly not now.

	Still, the sudden force of her orgasm shocked her in its intensity. Her legs folded up and her torso bent forward, putting the eleven year-old in a fetal position as she climaxed on her grandfather's lap. Ethan eased his hands from her more private places, holding her by the shoulder and leg for another minute.

	"If you still want to do this," he said in a near-whisper. "It's time. But if you don't, that alri-"

	"No, I want to," she insisted as she pivoted her body around to face him. "Uh, how do I...?"

	"Straddle me on your knees and lift up until we meet."

	Erin did this until the tip of Ethan's glans was at the height of the dimple that housed her clitoris.

	"Now do we...?" she asked.

	"No, a little higher."

	"Oh," Erin replied as she tried to learn how this act was accomplished. 

	Ethan put his hands on her hips to guide her and she let murmured as the head slid between her bald labia and made them open like a fleshy flower. She could feel him against her inside, trying to make her open.

	"We'll go quickly," Ethan said. "I'll pull you and you push."

	When she felt his hands begin to tug, Erin pushed her body down. She felt something opening and then something unexpected. She bit her lip but then gave a bark of pain as her membrane broke and Ethan held her fast where she was. For a moment, she was pale but when the color returned, Ethan asked if she was alright now.

	"Yes, but will it hurt again when it goes in more?"

	"No, that's all done."

	Erin's eyes were wet as she acknowledged the words of the only man who had been there for her for her entire life. She pushed again - more gingerly this time - and Ethan pulled her steadily as she sank down onto him, feeling the hardness penetrating her young feminine tunnel.

	Having just taken his granddaughter's offered virginity, Ethan thrilled at the wet velvet embrace of her heated passage as it opened for a man for the very first time. Together, they took it slowly with Erin's eyes wide with wonder as she felt the presence of another person moving inside of her body. The clenching flesh of her sex oozed with the syrup of her earlier climax and now more of it joined as the friction of their copulation stoked her natural desire once more. 

	With their bodies interlocked, they both learned of new sensitive areas in Erin's body. As she rode up and down on her grandfather's engorged member, Erin pressed herself so that he could feel the hardness of her pubic bone through her flesh as it rubbed along the top side of his shaft. In the tightness of her vagina, her g-spot reacted to the contact. 

	Falling forward, Erin crushed her little breasts against Ethan's chest as she anxiously rolled her hips in a cadence nearly double that of the stroking inside of her. Her orgasm seized her and Ethan kept his grip on her shifting pelvis as he continued to take her. Sliding in and out of the tender, sopping channel of the eleven year-old's convulsing sex, he too soon felt the force of his body's reaction with a strength he hadn't known for years.

	Erin had no sense of time since her second orgasm but felt the surge of something else in her body. With a soft, high-pitched moan, she remembered the man's climaxes from her younger days and her heart sped as she now experienced it inside of her. Ethan's hands rose up on her back, holding her against him tightly as he pumped his seed into his granddaughter's willing body.

	Erin didn't want to go but Ethan told her what they both knew - she would eventually be missed.
Sliding off of him, she was startled by the small mess and tried to apologize but Ethan would have none of it. Taking her clothes with her, she went into the bathroom to clean herself. 

	When she emerged, she was back in her uniform and smoothed the front as she presented herself to him.

	"Do I look any different now that I...?"

	"You still look the same," he said. "Perfectly beautiful."

	She still looked like a little girl trying to take her first unsure steps into early maturity. But both the man and the girl knew of one significant womanly leap she had now taken and Erin beamed with the knowledge of her secret accomplishment.


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