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"Why me?" William asked angrily.

"Please don't be so insensitive, darling. You're the only person in the family who currently lives nearby. Your grandfather is going through a difficult time. I beg you Will!” came the voice of William's mother through his phone.

It was easy for her to talk. William had also gone through a difficult time before, but his grandfather wasn't there for him at the time.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do? You can't expect me to play cleaning lady for him now."

"Nobody's asking that, honey. But he's all alone now that Grandma's dead. I just want him to have some company until he gets over this,” Will's mother pleaded.

Eventually, William gave in. He agreed to move in with his grandfather for a while. At least until the courses at his university started again. As he packed his things, he wondered how long it had been since he had last seen him. 4 or 5 years? Their last meeting had been anything but nice. It was shortly after William officially announced to his family that he was now a man. His grandfather couldn't accept that. He didn't understand and called him a confused girl. Maybe his grandfather didn't want him to live with him. Then at least it would all have been end quickly.

Will's grandfather's house was quite remote, and it was a long drive by car. As he drove across the property, Will brought back many memories from his childhood. At that time this was still a farm run by his grandparents. Now the fields and stables were deserted. It was a good time back then before he realized he was born in the wrong body.

William rang the doorbell nervously. It wasn't long before his grandfather opened the door to him. He had grown old in recent years. His hair was snow white now.

"Hello grandpa. I hope Mum told you I'd be coming over for a while?"

"Yes she told me. Welcome… San… um I mean…?”

It was typical that he didn't remember his new name.

"William."

"Welcome William," said Will's grandfather.

He kindly invited him in. The greeting went better than Will had feared. Although his grandfather seemed very calm and distant. But Will realized that it was more his grief than the fact that Will was here now.

Inside the house, everything was just as Will remembered it. Except that horrible MAGA stuff was everywhere. Will would have liked to have approached his grandfather immediately and started a discussion, but he doesn't want to make a scene. And so the day of his arrival passed uneventfully. Will was heating up some food he'd brought from a restaurant along the way. The two hardly spoke to each other and went to bed early. That night Will dreamed of how when he was a little girl he was riding a tractor with his grandfather and they were playing on the farm. But he couldn't sleep for a long time. And so he got up before the sun came up and decided to tidy up the house. He found that his grandfather really seemed to have trouble keeping the house in order by himself. When his grandfather got up he struck up a conversation with him and they talked a bit about Will's grandmother. At first it was a good conversation, but then he said:

"You know, when I look at you, I see your grandmother in you. You have her face and back when you were normal, sometimes I really thought you were her."

"What do you mean when I was normal? I AM normal!” Will said, appalled.

"Come on you know what I mean. Your old grandfather George is not good at this new way of speaking.”

"Yeah, and you're not getting any better by supporting those idiots!" Will said, pointing to a MAGA flag.

"Oh kid… you haven't known this country as long as I have. You don't know how good this country used to be."

A heated discussion then broke out in which neither of the two really got a chance to speak. At some point, Will's grandfather screamed.

"I've had enough, Sandy! I'm going out to chop wood now. And when I get back you'll be gone!"

"Nice! I never wanted to be here anyway!” Will said through tears.

After his grandfather left the house, Will went to his room and packed his things. When he finally sat in the car and wanted to drive off, it wouldn't start anymore.

"FUCK!" he cursed.

At first he considered calling an emergency service. But it would be days before they were out here in this wasteland. So he decided to go to the garage and get some tools. He tried desperately to find the problem, but he just didn't understand enough of that. And so he ended up sitting in front of the car resigned and covered in oil from top to bottom.

"What are you doing?" asked Will's grandfather.

"You’re back?... My car won't start."

"I see. Well then, let me take a look. Ah, I can see the problem. It's nothing earth-shattering, I'll fix it quickly," he said and got to work without being asked.

"Um. Thank you very much” Will said embarrassed.

"No problem. The best thing you can do is go in and change. I'll let you know."

Will felt a little bad. Perhaps he had wronged his gramps after all? He came from a completely different generation, maybe it was too much to ask that this man understood him and his life. Will felt so dirty that he first took a long shower. He was drying his head when he walked into his room and was shocked to see his grandfather sitting there on the bed.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know you weren't dressed!" his grandfather apologized.

William turned quickly and dressed.

"Is the car ready yet?"

"Yes, kid. But before you go, sit down with me."

Will complied.

"I didn't mean to be so loud earlier. Really not. I think I just miss your grandmother and feel lonely. And you really remind me of her. I really don't mean that in a bad way."

William felt sorry for the lonely man.

"No grandfather, I'm sorry. I have no idea how hard this must be for you. Can we start all over again?”

For the first time since William's arrival, his grandfather smiled. Then they huged eauch other. Will's heart raced. He'd forgotten how good it felt to be in his grandfather's strong arms.

"Oh sorry, my shirt is covered in dirt. I don't want you to have to change again.” his Granpa said and then took it off.

At first, Will was a little uncomfortable that his grandfather was now sitting next to him, shirtless. But when the smell of his sweat reached him, a different feeling spread through him.

"Grandpa? Do you hug me a bit more?” Will asked shyly

"Of course. Come here."

And so Will's grandfather squeezed him to his hairy, sweaty chest. Will took a deep breath.

"Do you like my smell, kid?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

He laughed.

"Your grandmother loved it too. Do you know what she loved the most?”

"No, what?"

"This," he said, putting his arm up. He then pressed Will's face into his armpit.

"Well, do you like that? Does that make your pussy wet?”

"Yes... Grandpa..." Will groaned and took another deep breath.

"Will you show it to me? Your old grandpa would like to see a young pussy again.”

William was shaking all over as he took off his pants. He couldn't remember ever being attracted to a man in his life. But with his grandfather it was different. He sat back down next to him on the bed.

"So beautiful," said his grandfather, grabbing Will's labia. He rubbed it between his fingers and made Will moan.


"You know your old grandpa was said to be fantastic at things like that when he was young."

"I believe that immediately Grandpa."

Shortly thereafter, George took off his pants and asked Will to take off his shirt. Completely naked, the two hugged again and Will felt his grandfather's hard cock on his leg. When Will was back with his face buried in his sweaty armpit, his grandfather said what a beautiful girl she was. An hour ago, Will would have taken that as an insult. But now he was glad to hear it.


“I want to taste your beautiful pussy. Be a good girl and spread your legs for your gramps.”

Without answering, Will complied.

As his tongue began to lick Will's pussy, Will felt more desired than ever. But there was more. He felt so… feminine. It was like William was gone and Sandy was back.

"OH FUCK! GRAMPS!” she yelled.

"Your little pussy likes that, doesn't it?"

"FUCK YES! I LOVE IT!"

"Who's my good girl?"

 "I'm your good girl, Grandpa!" Sandy moaned.


"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"YES! Please!"
 
Satisfied, Sandy's grandfather smiled as he slowly sank his cock into her tight pussy.

"Sandy you are so tight! I hope your old grandfather doesn't hurt you."

"Do not worry. Just stick it in deep. I can handle it."


"Oh fuck! I didn't even know how good it felt anymore. Oh fuck!” Sandy's grandpa moaned.

The squeaking of the bed frame filled the room as Sandy's grandpa fucked her.

Sandy had never felt anything like this. So that's what it was like to have real sex.

Now she wanted to catch up on what she had missed.

"Take me from behind!" Sandy begged.


"You really are like your grandmother!" he moaned while fucking Sandy from behind.

"Your old grandpa is almost ready!"

"Yes grandpa! Do it!”

"OHHH FUUUCK!" he moaned as the cum filled the condom.

Sandy felt a real orgasm for the first time when her grandpa collapsed over her exhausted.

After that, the two lay in bed together for a long time and told each other stories from the past. Both were happier than they had been for a long time.

"It's a pity you can't stay that long," Sandy's grandfather finally said.

"What do you mean, grandpa?"

 "Well because of your university?"

"I see. Well, I guess I could postpone next semester and stay here for a while and help you," Sandy finally said.

"That would be great."

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Epilogue:

She didn't go back to college. Sandy liked her life on grandfather's former farm so much that she dropped out of college and got a job in the next town. She enjoyed everything about being by her grandfather's side. The tranquility of nature. The togetherness. The stories he told her. This man had so much knowledge and experience about the world, Sandy absorbed it all like a sponge. She just wanted to make sure he had a comfortable life. And so now she stopped asking him to call her William. She also stopped dressing like a man. She kept house for him and even joined the MAGA movement for him. So the 2 spent a wonderful few years in which Sandy felt more fulfilled than she ever thought possible.

THE END