A Week with Grandpa's Nurse (M/F): Chapter 2

[TapeTurtle]

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.

[fire224339]

Great story, looking forward to see how the whole thing will progress

[Bigballgag1]

Interesting start, look forward to seeing where it goes

[johopp]

Hope there will be a second part soon - and that she will be tied up much more instead of being ungagged.

[WhereAmI]

That's a good way to be able to hear the TV, I'll have to remember it when the grandkids are around.

[GreyLord]

Another good start, @TapeTurtle. Looks like a good week coming up.

[TapeTurtle]

Chapter 2:


Rick closed the door behind Carla as she hopped into the middle of the garage. She bounced a few times in the middle of the concrete floor, laughing, before turning around and facing Rick. Rick stared at her briefly as she took deep breaths into her massive, protruding chest.

"I suppose it's time to get you out of that, huh." Rick said. Carla giggled into her gag and shrugged her shoulders. Rick walked up and pulled the tape off of her lips.

"Ouch." Carla shifted in place. "Your grandfather's quite the prankster, isn't he?" Rick was beginning to love the sweet swing of Carla's thick southern accent.

"Not usually -- it was pretty surprising honestly. I haven't seen him move around like that in a few years."

"I guess he just needed me!" Carla joked, swaying in place in fake bashfulness.

"Just don't let him do anything you don't want to do?" Rick said.

"Oh I can handle myself darlin'. Besides, if playing these little games gets him his strength back, it's worth it. I've always been a real rattlesnake when it comes to games like this."

"So you do this often, huh?" Rick grinned at the tape bound older woman.

"This? No I'm a newbie at this." Carla looked down at her tightly tied body. "But I'll be a pro in no time, better believe that! In fact, let me try and get out of this. Don't help me."

"You sure?"

"Deadly sure. In fact. Time me. I bet I'm freer than a bird in five minutes."

Rick pulled the roll of duct tape out of his pocket walked up to Carla. "You got it. Should we recreate the full effect?"

"Do your worst, honey." Carla leaned forward and put her lips together, smiling.

Rick placed several strips of tape over Carla's full lips, pressing them flat with his thumbs. Carla opened her eyes, her face in Rick's hands, and giggled before hopping flirtatiously away from him. For the next five minutes, Carla hopped around the garage, her full body jiggling up and down to Rick's secret delight. Carla began sweating profusely, struggling harder, hopping faster, looking for something to cut herself free among the racks of tools lining the wall.

"30 seconds left." Rick called out, getting a frantic squeal from the gagged caregiver.

Carla hopped along one of the tool racks, craning to see into them, before trying to turn around and hop back toward the middle. Before she turned around, though, an exposed hook caught the front of her stretched tank top. As Carla made her first big hop toward the middle, the hook tore her tank top down the middle, sending both halves falling to her hips and leaving her white bra open to Rick's eyes. Her massive breasts glistened with sweat.

"HMMPHHFFF!!!" Carla recoiled in shock at the accident, leaning forward to catch her balance and sending her breasts swinging down below her. She looked up at the college student ogling her and laughed, saying something smart into her taped lips. Rick walked up to her and removed the tape from her mouth.

"That was close to a fall -- you alright?"

"Oh I'm fine, sweetie. I've takin' nastier falls than that would have been." Carla stood back up, catching her breath, her half-naked torso on full display. "By the red in your face though I should ask if you're the one who's alright."

Rick hadn't known he was blushing until then. "Yeah. I'm...I'm fine. So you couldn't get out, huh?"

“If I had had another minute or two I would have!”


“I doubt that.”

Carla rolled her eyes. “I would! I’m a fighter, darlin’. Believe me.” She wriggled several more times against the duct tape, her bare collarbone and chest flushed red and sweaty. “Next time I get more time.”

“Next time? You want to try this again?”

“Definitely. My momma didn’t raise a quitter!”

Rick laughed nervously. “Fine. But I get to choose where and when!”

“It doesn’t matter where or when to me!” Carla hopped a few times in place, still fighting the duct tape holding her wrists behind her. “I’m going to get out regardless. I just needed to practice, is all.”

“Grandpa Earl was right – you’re really something.” Rick said, smirking.

“What’s that supposed to mean young man?” Carla raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “Earl loves me. And I find him to be a real sweetie.”

Rick stepped closer to Carla, finding the end of the roll of duct tape. “Oh he loves you, for sure. But he was right about something.”

“What’s that.”

“That mouth is going to get you into some trouble.” Moving fast, Rick wrapped several layes of the duct tape over Carla’s mouth and head, silencing the bodacious older woman and sending her into a tirade of muffled curses.

“I’m going to go get some scissors. No idea where they are. Might take a while.”

“HMMPHHH!!!!” Carla’s face grew red as she playfully failed to hurl insults at the young man as he closed the door behind him, leaving her topless, tape bound and thoroughly gagged in the middle of the bare garage.

[LunaDog]

Enjoyed reading this. Hope there's more.

[StringTheorist]

@TapeTurtle
Very interesting. Looking forward to the next instalment in another couple of weeks.

Will the grandfather fasten the two together?
Will the parents arrive to find all three bound in tape in a form of "locked room" mystery?

ST

[GreyLord]

Enjoyed reading this. Hope there's more.

@LunaDog sums everything up nicely.