My granddaughter Sophie is the reason I wake up in the morning. Without her my life would be a much darker place, than it is now, after I started loosing rapidly my eyesight a few years ago.
My daughter Olivia and her husband Gerald are a pair of workaholics who are obsessed with their law firm as if it was their only child, working tirelessly day and night to make it profitable and successful. So most of my time I spend with Sophie in our family mansion.
I can barely see anything, but one thing I can say for sure is that Sophie has grown to be a beautiful angel, I believe it wholeheartedly. Sometimes, when it is very bright, I can catch a glimpse of her gorgeous blond hair and her petite figure, but, unfortunately, my imagination has to feel the gaps of my weak eyesight. However, it's not enough, I always wanted more than just a fraction of her image.
Usually Sophie allowed me to touch her face, thus I was able to know that she was, indeed, a very attractive girl. However, since Sophie turned 18 a couple of months ago, something changed. It was a new chapter in our relationships.
One evening, during a rainy autumn, Sophie found me sitting on a chair on the porch of the mansion which was located in the woods close to a village. It was a perfect time for me to chill and relax with a cup of coffee in my hand. Quiet rural life was my everyday reality, until Sophie decided to shake my world.
"Can't fall asleep, huh?" Sophie said quietly, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah..." I uttered lazily.
"Me too. Listen, I know that you've been feeling sad lately because of your condition..."
I was silent. I was not in a mood for conversations.
"I know, grandpa, it's hard," she continued. "But we can overcome this together. I promise you."
"Do you really care about me so much?" I made a sip, trying, unsuccessfully, to see the stars in the night sky.
"I do," she took me by the hand. "It's just the way I am. I'm your girl. Forever"
Her sweet voice, full of empathy and compassion, was slowly healing my melancholy. It was these moments in life that made me realize how much I love my granddaughter Sophie. My blindness was a curse and she was a gift.
"I just felt lonely today," said I. "You know me, I'm a positive person, though sometimes I feel like my life is going nowhere... It's a never-ending circle of darkness."
"Oh, grandpa," she gently whispered into my ear. "Let me hug you."
She sat on my lap so we could face each other. I dipped my face into her gorgeous hair while my hands caressed her back -- I could feel a soft fabric that she was wearing.
It seemed that we were a two kindred souls, hugging each other like there was no tomorrow. I felt her warmth and support, and, quiet paradoxically, Sophie was warm and hot at the same time.
"Poor grandpa," she kissed my forehead, "last time you were able to see me, I was still a child."
"Yeah, funny how time flies."
"Say... I was wondering, do you want to now how I look like after all those years have passed?"
"Well, yes, Sophie. I would love to."
She got up right away, taking me by the hand. "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" whispered I.
"To my room," she answered in a hushed tone.
Me and my granddaughter together in the heat of the night holding hands like a pair of pigeons -- it was a new experience, and I was excited and intrigued at the same time. She was up to something, I just couldn't say no.
Once we entered her room on the second floor, Sophie quietly closed the door, as if she was afraid that her parents might hear us, after that she asked me to sit on the edge of her bed, spreading my legs, while she positioned herself between my knees so that we could face each other. All I could see was a dim light coming from a lamp beside me.
"Here," she placed my palms on her cheeks, "try to picture me in your head."
"You are such a beautiful girl, Sophie," said I, gently caressing her soft skin.
"My friend Ashley says I look like a Barbie doll," she chuckled. "She's so funny."
Holding my wrists, she guided my palms down to her neck and then to the collar bone area where I was able to identify a soft fabric.
"It's a white satin sleep shirt," she said. "My favorite one."
My breathtaking journey continued when Sophie gently pushed my hands further down allowing me to explore her body through the unbuttoned sleep shirt. And... What can I say? I was speechless, sitting there like a statue. It was too much for an old man like me. Her game was simply too exciting and could easily give me a heart attack.
"Well, that's uh.." I mumbled, sweating like a weightlifter during a competition. "No bra, huh?"
She then silently placed my palm on her naked belly button which was flat and warm, I could feel her slow and heavy breaths.
"I hope that by now you do have some idea of how I look like," she said.
"I sure do, sweetie," I gasped. In my imagination Sophie was the sexiest and the most elegant woman in the entire world, however, at the same time my chest was filled with guilt and shame, because I just couldn't stop thinking about her in a sexual way, it was stronger than me.
"But that's not all," she continued. "You deserve to know how I look like from head to toe. You always stand by my side during my arguments with mom and dad. You always protect me and care about me as if you my guardian angel. Now it's my time to show you my gratitude. And my love."
"Sophie, I..." whispered I with a trembling voice.
"Now, let's continue, shall we?" she said in a playful tone as if ignoring my words.
She placed my palms around her waist. "Can you feel my white lace panties?"
I froze with my jaw dropped almost to the floor in both literal and figurative senses of the word. And then I heard some commotion coming from the doorway.
"I'm sorry, what are you both doing?" Olivia's stern voice suddenly invaded the sexually charged atmosphere of the room.
"Oh god..." Sophie mumbled, I could sense she was terrified, and so was I. "Nothing, mom. We're just fooling around."
"Don't you dare to pull those panties down, young lady!"
"I wasn't going to, mom. Jesus!" Sophie sounded like an irritated teen, trowing herself on the bed like a rebel without a cause, at least that's how I pictured the scene in my head, using my ears and intuition.
"It's late now," Olivia continued in a strict tone. "You'll explain everything to me tomorrow."
"But... Mommy..." Sophie sounded like a mouse that was cornered by a big, angry cat.
"TOMORROW," Olivia insisted. "Now, as for you, dad, you should come with me, I'll take you to your room."
When I got closer to Olivia, she swiftly took me by the hand and immediately escorted me out of Sophie's room. It was an awkward journey through the dark corridors of our house. Olivia was a 39 year old brunette with a somewhat raspy voice, witty personality, and a love for classic business suites. Her looks reminded me of young Monica Bellucci and Joan Jett, that's the way I remember her since the time my vision was still more or less good. And, frankly, I have never crossed the line in my mind when thinking about her, for me, she always was my lovely daughter, and that's it, no sexual undertones whatsoever.
"So, tell me," said Olivia, once we arrived at the door of my room, "who's idea it was?"
"Well, I'm going to be honest with you..." I said without intention to continue with the sole purpose of making my answer as vague and honest as possible.
"Let me guess, it was Sophie's idea. Am I right?"
"I'm going to be honest with you, honey..." I was playing an old fool to protect Sophie once again.
"This is not the first time I catch her doing naughty stuff. Last time I visited her room, she was watching porn. What a naughty girl, sometimes I don't know what to do with her, it's just frustrating."
"Don't worry, honey. She's still in her late teens. You know teenagers..."
"Yeah..." she sighed. "Have a good night. I'm going to leave you now."
"And honey," said I, hearing her footsteps moving away, "don't be too harsh on her. She's your daughter and she loves you, just like I do."
"I'll try," her voice echoed in the dark.
I rushed into my room in a state of total disbelief of what just happened. My legs were trembling, palms were sweating, and my heart was beating like crazy -- not a good sign for an almost sixty year old man like me, I needed to lay down to have some rest which seemed impossible in my situation because Sophie was the only thing on my mind. I knew she was a somewhat nerdy girl in glasses who loved reading books and playing video games, but this new revelation that she was also a smoking hot seductress, could kill me, honestly.
Since then my body has become a dark temple for Lust. Sophie was my new addiction. The best addiction I ever had. I could not sleep, I could not eat or drink without thinking about Sophie -- the only reason I wake up in the morning.
