A Week with Grandpa's Nurse (M/F): Chapter 2
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 10:03 pm
Rick parked his car in his parents' driveway, shouldered his bag, and made his way inside. It was his first day back from his freshman year of college. He had planned to spend the summer traveling with a group of his friends, but his parents asked him to spend the summer with them, taking care of his grandfather who had just moved in with them. His parents were away for the week, getting his grandfather's estate in order, leaving Rick (and the new 24/7 caregiver they had just hired) alone at the house for the week to watch out for the old man.
Rick sighed as he opened the door to the house. He didn't want to be in town for the summer, and while he loved his grandfather, the 91 year old was a shell of himself, barely speaking or asleep most of the time. The caregiver, a 45-year-old woman named Carla, was "a lot of energy" and "the biggest chatterbox I have ever seen," his mom said. Rick was not looking forward to this -- a week of awkward conversation with an older woman who talked a lot.
Rick opened the door with his key and stepped inside. He heard the TV playing, and surprisingly, not much else. Rick placed his bag by the door and went downstairs to the TV room. He came down the stairs and saw the back of two heads sitting on the couch, watching the news. On the left he saw his grandfather's familiar bald head. On the right, an unfamiliar messy bun of blonde hair. "Hello, my name's Rick. You must be Carla," Rick said as he walked around to the front of the couch. "Hey Grandpa! Good to see you."
Rick's grandfather nodded at him with a weak wave of his hand. Carla didn't respond, which Rick thought was odd, until he reached the front of the couch and saw that Carla was sitting on the couch, arms folded in front of her, with a long strip of duct tape over her lips. She rolled her eyes at Rick's grandpa, before standing up and reaching out to shake Rick's hand. "Hmmphhm." She said.
"Ummm...hi?" Rick smiled, confused, and shook Carla's hand.
"Hmmph!" Carla peeled the tape off her lips. "Sorry hun, Earl here said the only way I was allowed to watch TV with him was if I kept my trap shut. I tried my best but...well...you know I have a bit of a motormouth." Rick noticed her heavy Texas accent right away. He took her hand and shook it, looking her up and down. She had an incredible figure at 45 years old, her athletic frame, large chest, and strong thighs fit snugly into a pair of jeans and tank top. Rick remembered that 24/7 nurses didn't have to wear scrubs and didn't dress like normal nurses at hospitals or old folks' homes.
"Was this your idea Grandpa?"
"I just want to watch the damn news."
"He got up and got all this out of the closet. It's the most I've seen him move since I got here, ain't that right Earl?" Carla motioned to a pile of tape rolls at the foot of the couch. "At this point I'll do anything to get this guy movin' around."
Carla started gathering the tape up off the floor in her arms when Earl interrupted her. "There goes my peace and quiet" he said.
"Were you having some fun, Grandpa?" Rick asked.
"Most enjoyable TV I've watched in weeks," he answered.
"Well gosh, Earl, if you say it like that..." Carla sat back down on the couch, dropping the rolls of tape on the table in front of them. "Here. If it makes the old fart happy." She handed a roll of tape to Rick and leaned forward. "Do the honors then, Mr. Rick!"
Nervously, Rick took a strip of black tape off the roll and leaned forward. He shyly pressed onto Carla's full lips. She smiled behind the tape and leaned back onto the sofa. "Hmmph?" She gestured at Earl.
"That Alabama accent gets a little old after the 10th hour..." Earl said from his side of the couch.
Carla peeled the tape off her lips. "I'm from Texas, sweetie. You should know that by now." She grinned and placed the tape back on her lips.
"What's the point of having that on if you're just gonna take it off?" Earl made a motion toward Carla's face. "Give me that." Earl stood up quicker than Rick had seen in years. He grabbed the tape from his grandson and turned to Carla. "Here. Stand up and turn around."
"Hmph?" Carla stood up, slightly surprised, but excited enough at Earl's physical strength to play along. She turned away from Earl and faced Rick. Rick watched as his grandfather grabbed Carla's wrists and pulled them behind her, bending her over slightly toward Rick. "Hmmph!!" She exclaimed at Earl's surprising strength.
Rick watched as his grandfather took the black duct tape and wrapped Carla's wrists together several times. He then wrapped the tape around her torso, above and under her huge breasts, forcing older blonde woman's chest to push against her incredibly tight t-shirt. Earl finished by wrapping tape around Carla's ankles and thighs before shoving her back onto the couch. Carla fell back into a seated position with a loud, surprised moan.
"That should keep her settled for a while. Might be able to get a whole movie in now." Earl sat back down on the couch beside Carla. Even behind the tape, Rick could hear Carla's southern accent as she hemmed and hawed playfully in anger. The three watched an entire movie together on the couch, Carla bound and gagged between Rick and Earl. Rick tried hard to keep his eyes on the movie but found himself glancing at the helpless Texan beside him. Carla seemed to notice a few times, sending a muffled giggle and wink back to Rick.
By the time the movie ended, Earl had fallen asleep in his chair. Carla turned carefully toward Rick. "Hmmph mmphff?" She said with an inquisitive, soft tone.
"It might wake him up if we take all of that off of you right now." Rick started. "Maybe...you should follow me to the garage. We'll do it there." Rick stood up and helped Carla to her feet. Carla exhaled through her nose and started to hop through the door to the garage, Rick staring at her backside as he walked behind her. Taking a look behind him at his sleeping grandfather, he closed the door behind him.
Rick sighed as he opened the door to the house. He didn't want to be in town for the summer, and while he loved his grandfather, the 91 year old was a shell of himself, barely speaking or asleep most of the time. The caregiver, a 45-year-old woman named Carla, was "a lot of energy" and "the biggest chatterbox I have ever seen," his mom said. Rick was not looking forward to this -- a week of awkward conversation with an older woman who talked a lot.
Rick opened the door with his key and stepped inside. He heard the TV playing, and surprisingly, not much else. Rick placed his bag by the door and went downstairs to the TV room. He came down the stairs and saw the back of two heads sitting on the couch, watching the news. On the left he saw his grandfather's familiar bald head. On the right, an unfamiliar messy bun of blonde hair. "Hello, my name's Rick. You must be Carla," Rick said as he walked around to the front of the couch. "Hey Grandpa! Good to see you."
Rick's grandfather nodded at him with a weak wave of his hand. Carla didn't respond, which Rick thought was odd, until he reached the front of the couch and saw that Carla was sitting on the couch, arms folded in front of her, with a long strip of duct tape over her lips. She rolled her eyes at Rick's grandpa, before standing up and reaching out to shake Rick's hand. "Hmmphhm." She said.
"Ummm...hi?" Rick smiled, confused, and shook Carla's hand.
"Hmmph!" Carla peeled the tape off her lips. "Sorry hun, Earl here said the only way I was allowed to watch TV with him was if I kept my trap shut. I tried my best but...well...you know I have a bit of a motormouth." Rick noticed her heavy Texas accent right away. He took her hand and shook it, looking her up and down. She had an incredible figure at 45 years old, her athletic frame, large chest, and strong thighs fit snugly into a pair of jeans and tank top. Rick remembered that 24/7 nurses didn't have to wear scrubs and didn't dress like normal nurses at hospitals or old folks' homes.
"Was this your idea Grandpa?"
"I just want to watch the damn news."
"He got up and got all this out of the closet. It's the most I've seen him move since I got here, ain't that right Earl?" Carla motioned to a pile of tape rolls at the foot of the couch. "At this point I'll do anything to get this guy movin' around."
Carla started gathering the tape up off the floor in her arms when Earl interrupted her. "There goes my peace and quiet" he said.
"Were you having some fun, Grandpa?" Rick asked.
"Most enjoyable TV I've watched in weeks," he answered.
"Well gosh, Earl, if you say it like that..." Carla sat back down on the couch, dropping the rolls of tape on the table in front of them. "Here. If it makes the old fart happy." She handed a roll of tape to Rick and leaned forward. "Do the honors then, Mr. Rick!"
Nervously, Rick took a strip of black tape off the roll and leaned forward. He shyly pressed onto Carla's full lips. She smiled behind the tape and leaned back onto the sofa. "Hmmph?" She gestured at Earl.
"That Alabama accent gets a little old after the 10th hour..." Earl said from his side of the couch.
Carla peeled the tape off her lips. "I'm from Texas, sweetie. You should know that by now." She grinned and placed the tape back on her lips.
"What's the point of having that on if you're just gonna take it off?" Earl made a motion toward Carla's face. "Give me that." Earl stood up quicker than Rick had seen in years. He grabbed the tape from his grandson and turned to Carla. "Here. Stand up and turn around."
"Hmph?" Carla stood up, slightly surprised, but excited enough at Earl's physical strength to play along. She turned away from Earl and faced Rick. Rick watched as his grandfather grabbed Carla's wrists and pulled them behind her, bending her over slightly toward Rick. "Hmmph!!" She exclaimed at Earl's surprising strength.
Rick watched as his grandfather took the black duct tape and wrapped Carla's wrists together several times. He then wrapped the tape around her torso, above and under her huge breasts, forcing older blonde woman's chest to push against her incredibly tight t-shirt. Earl finished by wrapping tape around Carla's ankles and thighs before shoving her back onto the couch. Carla fell back into a seated position with a loud, surprised moan.
"That should keep her settled for a while. Might be able to get a whole movie in now." Earl sat back down on the couch beside Carla. Even behind the tape, Rick could hear Carla's southern accent as she hemmed and hawed playfully in anger. The three watched an entire movie together on the couch, Carla bound and gagged between Rick and Earl. Rick tried hard to keep his eyes on the movie but found himself glancing at the helpless Texan beside him. Carla seemed to notice a few times, sending a muffled giggle and wink back to Rick.
By the time the movie ended, Earl had fallen asleep in his chair. Carla turned carefully toward Rick. "Hmmph mmphff?" She said with an inquisitive, soft tone.
"It might wake him up if we take all of that off of you right now." Rick started. "Maybe...you should follow me to the garage. We'll do it there." Rick stood up and helped Carla to her feet. Carla exhaled through her nose and started to hop through the door to the garage, Rick staring at her backside as he walked behind her. Taking a look behind him at his sleeping grandfather, he closed the door behind him.
