ROOMMATES By OP/Damocles

CHAPTER 1
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It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college.
I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my
first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike
me he hadn't spent a year after graduating high school saving up
his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche
at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the
payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not
have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at
orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had
custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded
on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was
supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also
discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his
little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his
parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve
around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for
that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a
ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't
interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe
once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly
all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and
short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She
didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for
her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when
she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at
her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a
routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad
either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a
really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot
of grief.

CHAPTER 2
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One morning, I wandered into the kitchen for breakfast and poured
myself a bowl of cereal, then sat at the table. As usual, my
roommate was already there, eating toast and orange juice and
engrossed in a textbook, oblivious to my presence. I wished I'd
gotten juice too, but didn't feel like going to the effort of
getting it and just dug into my cereal.

It wasn't long before his sister wandered in, with messy hair and
sleepy eyes. I glanced at her and noticed she was wearing her
usual morning attire: a nightshirt and panties, and nothing else.
It startled me at first that she'd walk around the apartment like
that, but I quickly ignored it; my family was always pretty
relaxed about that sort of thing too, after all. Still, I wasn't
family. I noticed that her panties today were white with a little
blue ribbon on the front, then directed my inappropriate
attention to my cereal.

After a couple minutes, she perched herself in the chair across
from me, drew her knees up to her chest, and began nibbling on
some frozen waffles without much enthusiasm. I finished my
cereal, tossed it in the sink, then looked at my watch.

"Hey Bill, time to go."

My roommate nodded, closed his book, and carefully put his dishes
in the sink, then gathered up his things and left. I went back to
my room, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door.

His sister was still nibbling at her waffles. I frowned and
glanced at my watch again. Then I struggled to remember her name
for a few seconds.

"Hey, uh, Sara, don't want to be late for the bus."

She nodded and continued nibbling. I waited around a little
longer, then decided I had to go if I didn't want to be late for
my first class. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been the last
to leave the apartment, she had her own key, and if she was late
for the bus that wasn't my problem. Besides, it was only a ten
minute walk to her school anyway. It was a small town, and almost
everything was in walking distance, which saved on gas.

I slipped my backpack on, locked up, and headed off for class.

By lunchtime, I decided I was just going to skip my one afternoon
class for the day. It wasn't a habit I wanted to start, but I
just couldn't must the motivation to sit through another monotone
lecture. Universities should never hire a tone-deaf professor, I
don't care what his credentials are.

So I left the cafeteria and walked the block back to the
apartment and let myself in. I noted a half-eaten waffle
remaining at the table with mild annoyance, but kids will be kids
and she probably had to rush for the bus, so I let it slide. I
tossed my backpack on my bed, shut the door to my room, and
checked myself out in the mirror.

I was pretty skinny and had no upper body strength, so I'd
decided to start working out. Partly it was so I could avoid the
legendary Freshmen Fifteen, but mostly I was just hoping to
attract some girls. I'd never had a girlfriend in high school,
being the skinny nerdy type, so I was going to start working out
to change that.

After doing a bunch of situps, pushups, jumping jacks, some bicep
curls, and a grand total of one chin up (and I don't think it
counts if you sort of hop to get started) on a chin up bar I
installed in the closet door, I'd worked up a decent sweat and
needed a shower. So I set out some clean clothes on my bed,
stripped naked, and stepped out to go to the bathroom.

Oh shit.

My roommates little sister was frozen in mid-stride in the
hallway, probably as surprised to see me home at this time as I
was to see her. Did she skip school too? Probably, she was still
in her night shirt and panties.

Then her eyes went down and I remember that I was standing stark
naked in front of an 11 year old girl. Like I said, my family was
always pretty relaxed about the dress code and they'd seen me
walk to and from the shower naked countless times, but c'mon. Not
the same thing, dude.

CHAPTER 3
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I quickly ducked back into my room and shut the door. After a few
seconds, I heard the door to her room click shut and I stuck my
head out; she was gone. I darted into the bathroom and shut the
door, then got the shower started.

Dammit. I didn't have to look in the mirror to tell my face was
red, I could feel it. I fretted about the accidental encounter
for a few minutes, then decided to just not worry about it.
Accidents happen, right? And I just pretended nothing had
happened, she probably would too. It's not like she talked to her
brother much anyway.

I finished my shower, carefully wrapped myself in a towel, and
got back into my room and shut the door behind me. Ok, she was
still in her room, good. I quickly got dressed, then headed into
the living room. I really needed something to distract me, and
some XBox sound like just the thing.

I'd only been playing for a few minutes when I noticed motion out
of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Sara emerging from
the hall. She looked at me, blushed, then went to the fridge to
pour herself a glass of orange juice. I deliberately turned my
attention back to my game, and after she'd finished her juice she
went back to her room.

Bill got home a couple hours later and went straight to his room
without saying a word. Typical.

They were decent enough roomies, but they could have at least
tried to be a little more sociable. I didn't see either of them
the rest of the day, but I heard one or both of them microwave
dinner while I was in my room studying for an exam.

Breakfast the next morning was identical to the day before,
except Bill's textbook had changed to a different subject and his
sister's panties were pale pink. I made a deliberate effort not
to look at her as I ate breakfast and headed off for class. I had
only morning classes that day, but Bill didn't get in until
evening because of his late biology class. I didn't see his
sister until she emerged from her room for dinner.

Odd. She was still dressed in her night shirt and panties;
normally she was only like that in the morning before she got
dressed for school. And I didn't remember hearing her come in the
front door; did she skip school today too? Bill acknowledged her
presence with a grunt and a pat on the head, stuck her food in
the microwave for her, then retreated into his room, nose buried
in his book.

Damn, dude. I know you want to make a good impression on the
professors your first semester, but maybe at least try to have
some sort of life or social interaction?

Then again, I guess I wasn't much better.

I wish that'd stayed true.

CHAPTER 4
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By the end of the week, I'd become certain that Sara was skipping
school since she never bothered to get dressed and I never saw or
heard her go through the front door to the apartment at any time.

It wasn't any of my business though; it's not like I was her dad
or brother, after all. So I said nothing.

The weekend went normally enough (dead silence, and rarely seen
roommates. Relaxing, in its way, but also strangely... not,
relaxing.), and when Monday rolled around again I noted Sara
getting dressed for school and putting on her own backpack, so I
decided not to worry about her skipping school. Hell, her parents
had died only a few months ago; I could understand skipping
school for a few days.

It wasn't until Thursday that the usual routine got screwed up
again. I got home after lunch, enjoying my afternoon with no
classes, and went through my workout routine again. I hadn't
noticed any real gain from my exercise, but at least it didn't
make me sore like when I first started, so I decided I was making
some progress. I laid out clean clothes again, then tossed my
sweaty ones into the hamper and went to the bathroom.

Crap. I normally kept my towel in the bathroom, but I'd tossed it
in the hamper yesterday. And I wasn't about to use somebody
else's towel. I turned around to get a clean towel out of my room
and damn near ran into Sara as she emerged from her room with a
dirty plate.

We both froze and I could feel my face turning red again. What
the hell? I thought she went to school today? At least she was
dressed this time. I, on the other hand, was naked as a jaybird.
Again. In front of an 11 year old.

After a long moment of staring at each other in startlement, her
gaze went down to my crotch again; a blush spread across her
face, but she made no effort not to stare. Dammit, ok, play cool.
It's no big deal. You walked back and forth from the shower naked
at home all the time, she walks around in her panties all the
time, this will only be a big deal if you make it a big deal. Ok,
so...

"Uh, shouldn't you be in school right now?"

She was still staring at my junk. "Didn't feel like going today."

Ok, this wasn't working. I'm just going to casually walk into my
room, grab a towel, and pretend like everything's cool.

It would have been nice if that had actually been how it went.
Instead, Sara pointed and asked, "Is that your penis?"

Shit. Ok, just... no biggie. No biggie. Play it cool, man.
Casual.

"Um, yeah."

After a moment, she met my eyes and blushed an even brighter
shade of red.

"Ummm... Can I touch it?"

Hell no. I should've said hell no. I should have just gone to my
room, or backed into the bathroom and shut the door. Instead,
like an idiot, I just tried to play it off.

"Uh, sure. I guess."

After a few second's hesitation and a glance at my face to make
certain it was ok, she quickly reached out and poked my penis
with a fingertip for a split instance, then withdrew her hand
like it was burned or something. She stared at it a few moments
longer, then, childish curiosity fulfilled, she wandered off to
put her plate in the sink and I quickly ran into my room and shut
the door. I didn't leave again until I heard her door click shut,
and I took my shower in record time.

I really hoped she didn't say anything to her brother. I strongly
suspected he'd kill me or something.

I was still alive Friday and over the weekend, and Sara had gone
to school Friday, so it was safe to assume she hadn't mentioned
our encounter to Bill. Still, that was twice, and I wasn't eager
to repeat those encounters, so I decided I had to be more careful
and just go to the shower clothed from now on.

CHAPTER 5
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From then on, I started wearing boxers when I went to take a
shower. I ran into Sara a couple more times, usually on the
weekends, but it wasn't a problem since I wasn't exposing my
crotch to some kid.

No, what happened was probably worse. One Saturday, I got back
from jogging and saw Bill sitting at the table working on a
paper, said hi and got a grunt in return, then went to my room
and stripped down to my boxers so I could take a shower.

Preoccupied with the thought that I should probably be studying
too since I had an exam on Monday, I didn't notice the bathroom
door was latched and the light was on and just waltzed on in.

Sara there, dripping wet from the shower and reaching for the
towel on the rack, frozen in surprise as I walked in. Following
the natural male instinct, I glanced at her chest (flat,
mosquito-bite nipples) and crotch (hairless and smooth),
immediately felt dirty, and backed out of the bathroom and shut
the door all in one motion.

I must have slammed the door hard enough to get Bill's attention,
because he looked up from his laptop and asked what was up.
Dammit.

"I, uh, just walked in on your sister."

"Ha! Serves her right for taking so long in there. I think she
used up all the hot water. Don't worry about it, she walked to
the shower naked all the time at home. She'll be fine."

He dismissed it with a wave and went back to writing his paper.

Huh. Well, that went better than expected. And I guess their
family was as relaxed about clothing as mine was. Hell, I still
showered with my sister until I was 10 and she was 16; she'd
finally convinced both my parents that I was old enough I
wouldn't slip and drown if I showered on my own, and I'd learned
that puberty did interesting things to a girl's body.

I guess Bill and I were more alike than either of us had realized
when we met at orientation and decided to room together.

I waited around in the living room until Sara had finished drying
off and then went into her room and shut the door. Since she was
wrapped in a towel, and she always left her towel in the bathroom
like I did, I guess she still did walk to the shower naked.

CHAPTER 6
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It was a couple days later that I made my first step in the wrong
direction. Well, no, that's not quite true. Everything could have
gone just fine from that point on, if I hadn't been such an
idiot. But that was the first step down a long road to... well, I
won't skip ahead.

I'd already passed the first exam for both of my Tuesday-Thursday
classes and this was the first day of class afterward; we
wouldn't be getting our exams back yet, but we wouldn't be
covering much in the way of new material either. Besides, I was
already one chapter ahead in both classes.

So, naturally, I decided to skip class. I don't want to give the
impression that this was a regular thing for me, it wasn't. But
that day I decided I was going to stay home and reward myself for
all the hard work I'd put into passing both exams; I was pretty
sure I'd made at least a 90 on both.

By the time I rolled out of bed, Bill was already gone and his
dishes in the sink. I didn't bother getting dressed, just a
t-shirt and boxers, poured a bowl of cereal, and sat down on the
couch to play some video games.

Not two minutes later, Sara wandered out of her room, hair a
tangled mess and a sleepy expression on her face. Her panties
were green and covered in cartoon frogs; did she only have the
one nightshirt though?

"Could you turn it down? I'm trying to sleep."

"What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

She paused and glanced to the left, then mumbled something about
school being canceled today. Having been her age and having had
younger siblings, I knew immediately she was lying, but it wasn't
any of my business so I didn't call her on it. Still...

"Well, good. I'd hate it if you were skipping school so much.
It's not good for you."

She shrugged and turned to go back to her room. I felt kind of
sorry for her, since she always shut herself up in there, she
didn't seem to have any friends at her new school, and her
brother barely acknowledged her existence. Hell, he barely
acknowledged my existence. I guess it was his way of coping with
the loss of his parents. But still, I felt bad for her. So...

"You shouldn't sleep all day. It's not healthy. Why don't you
join me? I've got plenty of two-player games. I'll even let you
pick something."

There. Right there. That was it. Harmless on its own, but if I
hadn't made that decision, if I hadn't acted on that emotion,
none of this would have happened.

Who am I kidding?

CHAPTER 7
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She scratched her head, which left some of her hair standing up
ridiculously, and glanced at the game consoles. Most of them were
mine, and I'm proud to say it was a decent collection, but two
were Bill's.

"Do you have Mario Kart?"

"Which one?"

"There's more than one?"

Ah. She was probably only familiar with the newest one.

"Have a seat. I'll set it up."

After I got the Wii set up and grabbed a pair of controllers, I
turned and saw her sitting in the middle of the couch
indian-style, rubbing her eyes with both hands and trying to wake
up. The little frog directly over her crotch seemed to be staring
at me accusingly, and I quickly averted my eyes and sat down next
to her.

"You know how to play this one?"

She nodded and we started playing.

She kicked my ass, eight to three. By the last race, she was
actually cackling triumphantly. Fucking blue shell. She wasn't
just good at playing the game, it was obvious she actually had a
talent for strategy, from the way she played. Bill seemed like a
pretty intelligent guy; I guess his sister got the good genes
too.

After that last humiliating defeat, Sara announced she was hungry
and I remembered she hadn't eaten breakfast. Come to think of it,
that bowl of cereal wasn't going to tide me over until lunch. So,
I cooked us both some bacon, eggs, and fried toast, and we sat at
the table eating. Sara seemed a little more animated than she
usually was at breakfast; either she took a while to wake up in
the morning, or she simply needed some human interaction. She
hummed to herself as she ate, and I could feel the vibration as
she rhythmically kicked the table leg with her bare feet.

"You wanna play something else?"

"Like what," she said, perking up as I broke the silence.

Yes, interaction was definitely what she needed. It wasn't
healthy being secluded. For me or for her. So...

"I dunno. We got a lot of games. You pick."

She wandered over to the entertainment center and bent over to
look at the stacks of games on the shelf. I stared at her butt,
with the green panties conforming to it rather nicely. Another
cartoon frog glared at me with condemnation.

Yeah. What the hell am I doing staring at an 11 year old's ass?
It's completely inappropriate. She hasn't even hit puberty yet.
But even if she had, it still wouldn't be appropriate. Hell, WHY
am I staring at some kid's ass like that? Why do I care about
what kind of panties she has on in the morning? What the hell is
wrong with me? Am I that hard up, just because I've never had a
girlfriend?

Still, she does have a pretty cute butt. Nice, shapely legs too.
And... yeah, I'm burning in that special hell. The one they
reserve for pedophiles and people who talk in the theater.

"How about this one?"

"Uh... I think that one might be a little too scary for you."

Doom 3 is definitely not for 11 year old girls.

"But it looks cool!"

Eh...

"Fine. But if you get too scared, we're playing something else."

The batteries in the other XBox controller were dead, and I
couldn't find the charger, so she watched while I played. The
longer I played, the closer she scooted toward me on the couch.
At one point, she jumped at a surprise-scare when a zombie jumped
out of a storage locker and grabbed onto me.

"Ok, I think we should play something different."

"No, it's ok! I'm not scared!"

"Yeah, but I'm tired of Doom. Why don't you pick something else
out while I go pee real quick?"

She got up and began going through the stacks of games again
while I went into the bathroom and tried to will my growing
erection away before it became noticeable.

Trying NOT to get a hard-on never works, in case you're curious.
It's natural to get a chubby when some cute girl is practically
in your lap, but she's a freaking kid!

After a while, things went back to normal and I decided to put
some pants on to hide anything that might... come up, in the
future.

CHAPTER 8
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Pants freshly donned, I returned to the living room and
discovered that I was apparently in for a session of Left 4 Dead.
Did she genuinely like violent horror games, or was she just
picking them because they were "forbidden" in her mind?
Restricted only for adults, or at least for older guys and not
scaredy little girls.

Whatever. I picked up the controller and she made me pick Francis
because "he has a funny name". Then she urged me to shoot Bill
because he had the same name as her brother.

I glanced at her, giggling and squirming around on the couch, and
decided she was just being a silly kid and not... you know,
someone with issues.

Issues. Heh. I'm one to talk.

Anyway, after an hour or so of zombie slaying, Bill finally came
home. He looked pissed.

"Uh, hey dude. How'd your-"

I didn't even finished before he slammed his backpack full of
heavy textbooks onto the table.

"Some asshole keyed my car! I saw it when I walked back from
campus. And that's just the icing on the cake! The damned TA in
my biology class plagiarized my paper and then when he got
caught, claimed I had copied HIS paper! Took me an hour with the
dean to get everything sorted out."

He unzipped his backpack and started pulling things out so he
could do his homework, and then bit off another curse.

"And apparently I've just shattered my TI-83+ slamming it into
the table. You know what, I'm not in the mood for this."

He then stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

I turned back to the game just in time for Zoe to startle the
witch and get me killed. On the couch next to me, sitting
indian-style and staring at her crossed ankles, Sara muttered,
"He didn't use to be so grouchy all the time."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. After a
while though, I reached one around her and gave her a hug, just
to be nice. After a moment's hesitation, she hugged me back, then
went to her room and closed the door. I didn't see her again
until dinner.

After dinner, I worked out for a few minutes, took my shower,
stuck my head out to make sure Sara wasn't around, and zipped
into my room, having lapsed into my habit of walking to the
shower naked.

How is it that on the day I did practically nothing, I'm the most
exhausted? I flopped onto the bed naked, not even bothering to
pull on my boxers, pulled a sheet over me, and drifted off to
sleep.

CHAPTER 9
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I woke up late, rolled out of bed, and got dressed. Awkwardly,
because I had incredible morning wood. Bill had already left for
class, but I ran into Sara as she was heading out the door.

"You're gonna be late," I told her.

"Nah, the bus has to wait for ten minutes. I'll make it- Oh!"

She yelped as she picked up her backpack and spilled the contents
all over the floor, having left it unzipped and grabbed it by the
bottom. As she bent over to pick her things up, her skirt hiked
up and I saw that her panties were yellow with little sunflowers
on them.

I am such a pervert.

I was probably blushing, feeling guilt at staring a little girl's
ass, and as she put the last pencil into her backpack and stood
up, she noticed me and asked, "What?"

"Nothing! Um... your skirt is hiked up."

She flushed slightly, making the light dusting of freckles on her
cheeks disappear for a moment, and tugged her skirt back down.

"Thanks."

Feeling awkward, I saw her out the door, locked up, and walked
off to my first class. I ended up being twenty minutes late, but
I don't think anyone noticed me slip in.

Classes were boring. Professor Ben Stein kept droning the entire
class (seriously, he has the same monotone and everything) and I
nearly fell asleep, and my other classes were nothing spectacular
either. At least my next paper wasn't due for another week, and I
didn't have any other assignments for once.

I walked back to the apartment at a nice, leisurely pace,
enjoying the cool weather, and noticed the bus letting the kids
off. Sara was one of the last ones off the bus, spotted me, and
waved, so I waved back and we walked back to the apartment
together.

Without any prompting from me, she grabbed onto my hand as we
strolled down the sidewalk and started telling me about how
horrible her new school was, how the boys were jerks, the girls
were mean and stupid, the teacher was boring, and basically how
everything was the most terrible thing ever. She also had a
bounce in her step, practically skipping, and was smiling the
entire time, so I found the whole thing amusing and just went
along with it, mmhmming and ahing and I seeing at the appropriate
moments.

I didn't realize until much later that her cheerfulness was
because of my company. I had a vague idea of how desperate she
was for a friend, but didn't think much of it at the time.

Without even realizing it, I was hoist by my own petard. What
started out innocent... Well, no single raindrop thinks it's
responsible for the flood.

When we got to the apartment, Bill had already arrived, having
driven his car (he was still pissed about it being keyed), and
after a gruff acknowledgement of our arrival he disappeared into
his room again.

The two of us settled at the table, I started reading the next
assignment for my literature class: The Song of Roland. Holy
shit, medieval poems are long. I was actually relieved when Sara
asked for help with her math homework, and I scooted my chair to
her side of the table and walked her through the problems she'd
been assigned. When we finished, she was practically beaming.

"Thanks! It would have taken me waaaay longer if you hadn't
helped!"

"No problem," I said, patting her on the head as I stood to fix
dinner. "Any time you need a hand, I'd be glad to help."

Like I said, no single raindrop. But raindrops add up...

CHAPTER 10
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Saturday went pretty well. Well, in hindsight, it was just one
more pebble to add to the eventual avalanche, but it was still a
pretty nice day.

Breakfast was typical cereal and a grapefruit; I got tired of the
mess it made when I cut the grapefruit in half and tried to eat
it with a spoon, so I used a knife and peeled it like an orange.
That actually went better than expected, and I started eating
them that way from then on.

Sara came in (pale lavender panties with a cartoon bunny just
above the crotch; yes, I'm ashamed to say I was waiting to see
what they were. As usual.), rubbing one eye and trying without
success to get her hair to quit standing up. Then she spotted my
grapefruit and the way I was eating it and thought it was the
coolest thing ever, so I peeled one for her too while she poured
her cereal.

So we sat at the table and chatted about homework and the various
inanities kids talk about, and she kicked the table leg
rhythmically with her bare feet while we ate.

Bill finally emerged from his lair as I was putting the dishes in
the sink, grabbed some Pop-Tarts from the cabinet, and left the
apartment without saying a word. Turns out he was going to be
gone the entire weekend, working on a class project (studying
salamanders in the river or something) and hadn't seen fit to
inform either of us. Dude, what if I'd decided to go home for the
weekend? Sara would have been alone for two days straight and not
even known where we were. Dick move.

Sara asked if we could play video games again, and I said sure,
because why not? She chose Mario Kart again and was once again
thoroughly kicking my ass when I decided to cheat; I reached over
and tickled her just as she was about to pass me. She giggled and
squirmed, and drove off the track, increasing my lead. As soon as
she was about to pass me again, I tickled her again and she tried
to concentrate on the screen, but couldn't avoid squirming and
giggling again.

The third time I was about to "cheat", she yelled, "Nooooo!" as
soon as I took one hand off my controller and flung herself
backwards out of my reach, still giggling. She landed in the
prone position on the couch and I shouted, "RAAAARRRR!" and dove
on top of her, dropping my controller and tickling her all over
with both hands.

She flailed around, dropping her own controller, and laughed
uncontrollably, finally managing to yelp, "Sto-o-op!" between
laughs.

"No! I'll never let you win again! Victory is mine!"

Eventually, she rolled off the couch, grabbed my arm, and yanked
with all her strength; since I had been on my knees and leaning
over her, she actually managed to pull me off balance and I fell
off the couch, smacking my funny bone into the coffee table and
landing beside her. I laughed and held my tingling arm, and she
immediately got on top of me and began tickling me back.

"Revenge is mine!" she shouted in a melodramatic voice.

Having a panty-clad girl straddle me is normally a pretty good
way to get my attention, but to be honest, I am kinda ticklish,
so nothing unfortunate happened in my pants. I just grabbed her
by the wrists to stop the tickling and we began actively
wrestling around on the floor, shouting dramatically as we waged
epic battle. I think she quoted Captain Ahab at one point; she
really does take after her brother.

Finally, I was on my back and she had 'pinned' me down
(translation: I was tired, so I pretended she had a remote chance
of pinning my arms to the floor.), once again straddled across
me, and I announced my surrender, panting for breath. She loudly
proclaimed victory to be hers, then flopped down on top of my
chest (making it harder to breathe) and gasped for breath as
well.

It's a good thing Bill was gone for the weekend, or it would have
been really awkward if he'd walked in and seen his sister, clad
in her undies, lying on top of me and straddling my crotch while
we both tried to catch our breath. As it was... Well, let's not
skip ahead.

Finally, after I'd caught my breath (she recovered before I did,
but didn't move off of me for some reason.), I suggested we watch
a movie. She sat up, still straddling me (a position which was
finally becoming distracting, and I hoped she couldn't feel
anything... shifting, down there.) and asked what kind of movie.

"How about The Princess Bride?"

"The what?"

"You seriously have never seen The Princess Bride?"

"Sounds girly."

I playfully poked her in the chest, making her giggle her again,
and pointed out that she was a girl.

"It's a good movie. Hop up and I'll make some popcorn for us."

With the popcorn popped and the DVD ready to go, we sat down on
the couch and prepared to see the movie. Except she insisted on
holding the popcorn.

"Now wait a minute, we have to share the popcorn. Let's put it
between us."

"No! I always hold the popcorn."

"But then you'll eat it all and I won't get any."

She pondered this dilemma for a moment, then seemed to reach a
conclusion and climbed onto my lap, placing the popcorn in hers.

"There! Now we both win."

And thus we watched the movie, her in my lap, and me eating
popcorn out of hers. If things had just stayed that way and gone
no further, everything would have been fine.

But then, I wouldn't have a story to tell, would I?

CHAPTER 11
================================================================

She liked The Princess Bride. Oddly, she thought the Impressive
Clergyman was the funniest character, despite only getting a
minute of screen time. He was pretty funny, I guess.

"Mawwiage."

I digress.

After the movie, she enthusiastically discussed the finer points
of swordplay with me, and eventually announced, "en garde!" while
poking me with a pencil from her homework.

Not to be outdone, I retrieved a pen and we began a
back-and-forth duel all around the living room, shouting
dramatically (neither of us was left-handed, of course) and
engaging in epic swordplay. Being smaller and therefore less
encumbered by the furniture, she had the advantage over me until
I charged in and literally swept her off her feet, tackling her
to the floor and beginning the wrestling match anew.

At one point I was on all fours and she was on my back hitting me
in the head with a couch cushion. I retaliated by suddenly
jumping to my feet, which dumped her onto the couch, spinning
around, grabbing her by the ankles, and hanging her in the air.

She giggled uncontrollably and tried to push off the floor with
her hands, but her shirt hung down over her head and blinded her.
It gave me a decent, though upside down, view of her pale chest
with its mosquito bite nipples glued to her ribs. I had a better
view of her panties and the contents the tight, thin fabric hid.

As my pants began to get uncomfortably tight, I dropped her onto
the couch again and announced my victory, then quickly sat on the
couch before she could see anything awkward.

"Let's watch another movie!"

She rolled back rightside up and onto my lap, reaching for the
DVD case on the arm of the couch. Once she had it, she wriggled
around in my lap then paused with an odd look on her face. Just
as I was about to ask what was wrong, she began wiggling around
in my lap again, grinding her butt into my crotch and putting
rather more pressure onto my growing erection than I was
comfortable with.

Now, let me make this clear: I am not an Oingo Boingo fan, and I
do not make a habit of finding little girls sexually attractive.

But dammit, there was something about this one that was getting
to me. I was starting to panic that she'd feel my boner under her
butt, but she stopped wiggling around and began flipping through
the DVD case, asking about movies. We finally settled on Wreck It
Ralph.

Thank God for burly CGI men; nothing quite kills a boner like
that. Except maybe imagining Hillary Clinton in a thong. Or a
clownsuit. Or clown makeup and a thong. That'll kill anyone's
erection.

We both enjoyed the movie, and no more awkward boners made an
appearance, so the rest of the day went pretty well. I worked out
in my room while Sara did whatever she does in her room, I
showered, and then made dinner for both of us before calling it a
night.

All in all, Saturday was a pretty good day.

Sunday was pretty good too, but... I prefer not to think about
it.

CHAPTER 12
================================================================

Sunday started out fairly innocent, but circumstances conspired
against me. Sara showed up to the breakfast table in her usual
nightshirt-and-panties ensemble. Today, they were plain white
with an American flag across the butt ("all rise for the national
anthem"). You can interpret that as a joke about farts or boners,
I leave it up to you.

She insisted I peel a grapefruit for her, and since it was the
last one we split it. As soon as breakfast was done, she asked
what we were going to do today; she was definitely more chipper
than usual.

"Did you finish all of your homework?"

"Yup!"

I gave her the option of what to do, and she decided to spend the
next hour kicking my butt at Mario Kart again. Then I picked Call
of Duty and thoroughly owned her again and again until she
discovered the noob tube, then it went 60/40 my favor.

My favor, that is, until she decided to steal a page from my
playbook and cheat. She spotted me about to knife her from behind
(dirty little screenwatcher) and suddenly leaned over to tickle
me. It startled me enough that I jumped, and she quickly grabbed
her controller and shot me through the head before I could
recover.

"You little stinker!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and burst into a fit of giggling
as I roared, dropping my controller, and began viciously mauling
her with my fingertips. I repeated my maneuver from the day
before, grabbing her by the ankles and holding her upside down.
As before, her shirt flopped over her head and gave me a limited,
but wondrous, view as she laughed and thrashed around to break
free. I dropped her onto the couch before I got an erection and
bent down to tickle her some more, but she donkey-kicked me in
the chest with her bare feet and knocked me onto my ass on the
other end of the couch. Then she was straddling my lap and
viciously tickling me under the arms and ribs until I
surrendered, out of breath.

"Whoo! I'm all sweaty now!"

"Yeah," she puffed, catching her breath too. "Me too."

"Why don't we take a break?"

She nodded and skipped off to her room, shutting the door, and I
went into mine. I changed my shirt, then decided to look in my
closet for a board game. I hadn't brought many with me to
college, but I figured it'd be a good way to spend time with Sara
and get her out of her shell. Besides, we both could use a break
from nothing but movies and video games.

I didn't think she was old enough to play Risk, or have the
attention span to stick with it (I was wrong on both counts; she
later went through my meager collection of board games and wanted
to try it, and surprised me by being a competent and bloodthirsty
tactician. She never did beat me, but she came pretty close
multiple times, but she never did catch on to Australia.), but
maybe she'd be up for a game of Monopoly or Solar Quest. I
decided to see if she were interested in either one.

I stepped out into the hall just as she did; evidently she was
heading for the shower, because she was stark naked and froze
with a blush on her face.

Once again, regardless of whether it was age appropriate, male
instincts kicked in and I took the opportunity to get a good look
at her. Her chest was still flat, with zero signs of development,
and nipples like little pink mosquito bites. Glancing further
down, she still had boy hips and... Dammit. I'll admit, I've
never found a hairy crotch attractive, kind of gross even, but
the sight of that smooth, pale white Cleft of Venus, bereft of
even peach fuzz, was glorious. Which it should not have been,
regardless of whether or not I found pubic hair aesthetically
appealing, but... damn, it was a beautiful thing to see. There
was a freckle just above her left lip I hadn't noticed the time I
walked in on her in the bathroom.

Looking back up at her face, the moment stretched, getting even
more awkward, and I decided to break the ice by invoking the
'turnabout is fair play' rule.

I pointed at her crotch and, in mock amazement, said, "Is that
your vagina?!"

She blushed even brighter red, even her ears turning color, and
nodded.

I grinned. "Ha! Now YOU know how it feels!"

Despite herself, she giggled and nodded in a way that conveyed
she knew what I was referring to.

Then I decided to push turnabout all the way and do the exact
same thing she did to me the second time she ran into me naked in
the hallway.

"Can I touch it?"

There. Right there. That was it. That was the moment I took
things too far. If you want one single, solitary instance that
you can point at and say that was the tipping point, that had to
be it. Everything up to that point had been innocent, or innocent
enough anyway, regardless of my motives, but that... Whatever.
You don't need to hear this right now. I'll just continue my
story.

I didn't even know it was possible for a blush to go all the way
from your face down your shoulders and upper chest, but damn. She
half moved her hands to cover her crotch, then held them
awkwardly at her thighs without hiding that beautiful cleft.

"I let you touch me when you asked." I made sure to keep my tone
casual, trying to convey that it wouldn't hurt my feelings when
she said no, that I was just teasing her.

She put her hands at her side and nodded, biting her lip.

Oh shit. I would never in a million years have expected her to
let me touch her privates.

Sure, I can use the excuse that I was in shock, I wasn't thinking
clearly, but it's so lame even I don't believe it. I knew exactly
what I was doing.

I reached out and gently rubbed her outer labia with my index and
middle fingers for a few seconds; she was soft as silk.

Then I immediately felt dirty and could feel my own face turning
red. Pulling my hand away, I felt too awkward to say anything,
but felt I had to say or do SOMETHING to salvage this, so I stuck
my tongue out at her and turned to go into the living room. She
leaped into the bathroom faster than I'd seen anyone move and
slammed the door shut.

The entire time I heard the water running, I sat on the couch
thinking that I'd just fucked up horribly and she was going to
tell her brother (who I was quite certain would murder me on the
spot and bury me in a shallow grave. Honestly, I'm not joking, I
fully believed him capable of that.), or a teacher, or the
fucking cops, and my entire life was ruined and I was going to
prison where I could be raped by a nigger with a dick the size of
a Coke can every night in my cell because everyone there would
know I was a filthy fucking child molester and therefore fair
game. My family would disown me and my mother would cry
hysterically at the trial, wondering where she'd gone wrong in
raising such a degenerate child. I'd fucked up, I'd fucked up big
time and I knew it. My heart was pounding and it felt like I was
going to die. I WANTED to die, just to save myself from
everything I knew was coming.

The water shut off, and a minute later Sara emerged from the
bathroom. I expected her to be wrapped in a towel to preserve her
modesty, given that I'd just seen her naked and touched her
crotch, but she came out just as naked as she'd gone in. As she
caught my eye, she blushed again slightly, but grinned and stuck
her tongue out at me. I stuck my tongue out back at her, and she
went back into her room.

A few minutes later, she emerged in a t-shirt and cut-off shorts,
and sat next to me on the couch.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

Oh thank you Jesus. My relief that she wasn't upset and that
everything was cool was so overwhelming, I relaxed muscles I
hadn't even realized had been tensed in guilty fear. Maybe I
wasn't going to the special hell after all.

Pfft. Yeah, I don't believe it either.

CHAPTER 13
================================================================

Bill came back Sunday night and I finally found out that he went
on some class trip to study salamanders; it hadn't occurred to
him to, you know, inform us or make sure I didn't plan to go
anywhere that weekend because he wasn't used to looking after
Sara. He was still getting used to being the one to look after
her instead of her parents.

Ok, that's understandable I guess, but still a dick move.

The week came and went, and since Bill didn't murder me in my
sleep and Chris Hansen never showed up at my door, I decided Sara
hadn't informed anyone that I'd touched her privates and I could
stop worrying and get on with my life.

Saturday went fairly normally, catching up on my reading
assignments and working on a paper that was due on Monday, then I
went for a jog, did some working out in my room (I was still
skinny and had zero visible muscle growth from all my exercise,
but I wasn't struggling like I had been, so I guess that
counted.), then stripped down and headed for the shower.

Yes, as you've probably guessed, I bumped into someone in the
hall.

It was Bill.

I about shit out my heart, but he just carefully maintained eye
contact rather than risk accidentally seeing my package, gave his
usual grunt to acknowledge my presence, and kept walking to his
room.

Then Sara emerged from her room, also stark naked and was
reaching for a fresh towel from the hall closet before she
noticed either one of us.

My heart stopped. I honestly believe that my heart literally
stopped beating for several seconds, because I knew Bill was
going to freak out about his sister and I seeing each other
naked.

He just said, "Ha! Looks like you both had the same idea." Then
he told Sara to run in and take her shower before I did and
secluded himself in his lair again, leaving Sara and me alone in
the hallway. Naked.

My heart started beating again and my I unclenched buttcheeks I
hadn't realized were clenched in anxiety, and began to relax. He
didn't freak out. Between this and the time I walked in on Sara
in the shower and told him about it, I guess his family really
had been as casual about nudity as mine was.

I looked over at Sara, who was blushing slightly and looking at
my crotch with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and
cleared my throat.

"So... Who goes first?"

She didn't respond, so I took the initiative.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first."

"Ok."

Now, a little known trick to rock, paper, scissors: Nine times
out of ten, people pick rock first. Dunno why, but it's true. If
you want to win, always pick paper the first time; you're
guaranteed success nearly every time, unless you're up against a
wily rock, paper, scissors expert who knows the same trivia you
do.

So I picked scissors, she beat me with rock, and she went first.

I may have been hot, sweaty, and tired, but I'm enough of a
gentleman to let a girl shower first. She ended up using all the
hot water, but I was ok with that, being as I was, as mentioned,
hot and sweaty and a cold shower worked just fine.

I waited in the hall while she showered, and when she got out she
was still naked. I stuck my tongue out at her as she passed and
she stuck her tongue out back at me as she slipped into her room.

You know what? I was ok with this. I had decided it wasn't a big
deal if Sara saw me naked on the way to the shower since it
obviously wasn't scarring her for life, I was definitely ok with
seeing her naked, even though I really, REALLY should not have
been, and the fact that Bill didn't seem to give a shit about
nudity either way took a huge load off my mind about the issue. I
was just glad that his was the master bedroom and came with its
own bathroom, so I wouldn't ever see him naked.

Of course, my acceptance of the whole nudity issue was just one
of the things that compounded to make everything get out of hand
and- Nevermind, you know that already.

No single drop of rain thinks it's responsible for the flood...

But if it was the weekend where Bill disappeared into the
wilderness that I crossed the line and touched Sara, it was the
weekend I went into the wilderness myself that really put me over
the line.

CHAPTER 14
================================================================

A couple weeks passed, and by now it was late October. Halloween
was coming up in a little over a week, and more importantly I had
a three day weekend coming up. It was supposed to be so we could
study before midterms, but honestly, has ANY student ever
actually done that?

It was a five hour drive home, but I didn't intend to go home
until Thanksgiving; I was enjoying my independence too much. It
was also a two hour drive to our deer lease out in the country.
I'd gone there every deer season with my dad, camping, roasting
marshmallows over a fire, swimming in the pond (when it was warm
enough), and exploring the woods. He rarely got a deer, not
because they were scarce or because he was a lousy hunter, but
because he mostly went up there just to spend time with me;
hunting was purely secondary as far as he was concerned. When I
was fourteen, he passed up a twenty-point buck and handed me the
rifle instead; I still have the photo of myself posing with the
deer somewhere.

That place was full of happy memories for me, growing up. Now...
now, the memories are sort of mixed, but I still remember the
place fondly.

So, I'd decided I was going to head up to the place Friday
morning, pitch a tent, and head back Sunday afternoon. It was
unseasonably warm and the trees were only just beginning to turn,
so it would be a great way to spend the weekend.

So, at breakfast Thursday, I told Bill about my plan to go
camping that weekend.

He froze awkwardly, then glanced at Sara, then back to me,
cleared his throat, and slowly told me that he'd been planning to
go on another study trip for his biology class, and he absolutely
had to go because the professor was counting the trip as 20% of
their midterm grade.

Which meant he'd planned to ditch Sara at the apartment with me
all weekend again and I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his
intricately laid plans.

Shit. If the trip counted as part of his midterm grade, I
couldn't tell him "too bad, I'm leaving" and force him to find a
way to deal with Sara all weekend. And I really didn't want to
cancel my plans and stay here just because Bill was a dick who
just assumed I wouldn't have plans for the weekend.

That really left only one option.

"That's ok, I don't mind taking Sara camping with me."

She perked up at hearing that.

"I've never been camping before! That's cool! We can catch
fireflies!"

"Fireflies are only around in the summer, it's too late in the
year for them. But there's lots of other cool stuff to do up
there."

I gave her a list of things to bring for the trip (mostly clothes
and a spare blanket since she didn't have any camping gear) and
she was practically bouncing out of her chair with excitement;
partly this was because she'd never been camping before and
really wanted to go, and partly, I know now, because it meant
spending more time with me and I was pretty much the only person
who bothered to interact with her who wasn't a teacher. She
babbled on enthusiastically about the trip and practically flew
out the door when it was time for her to meet the bus, still
talking about it. Bill seemed to find the whole thing amusing and
had the decency to thank me for it. Then he slid me twenty bucks
to pay for her meals during the weekend.

Like I said, Bill wasn't a bad guy, just... in his own universe.
I have no idea what he was like before his parents died and he
got saddled with responsibility for his little sister, but I know
that has to be hard on someone, so I never tried to give him
grief over it.

So I went to class, dozed off during class while the tone deaf
professor droned on about... I forget. It was just review for
midterms, and I already knew the stuff pretty well, so I didn't
bother paying attention and basically slipped in and out of
awareness while he droned. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I got done with my last class for the day and walked back to the
apartment, arriving in time to meet Sara at the bus stop and walk
back with her. She was skipping down the sidewalk, holding onto
my arm, and jumping with excitement. Had she been this wired over
a camping trip the entire time she was at school? I pitied her
teacher if she was. Then again, my impression was that Sara was
pretty withdrawn at school, so maybe the teacher would like the
change.

We got back to the apartment and she immediately dumped the
contents of her backpack all over the table and threw it onto the
couch, to store the things she was bringing with her. She then
insisted I inspect everything she packed, to make sure it was
appropriate for camping.

Canvas sneakers, two pairs of panties (white with a little blue
ribbon on the front, and pink with a heart over the butt.), two
pairs of socks, a pair of jeans that fit her quite nicely (not
that I should be appreciative of how well a pair of jeans fit an
11 year old's ass), a pair of cutoff shorts, two t-shirts, a
bucket hat, and a blanket, as I'd instructed.

"Not bad, kiddo. Why don't you grab a pillow and a book too."

She raced off to her room to do exactly that, and I packed my
camping gear, an extra flashlight, and some spare clothes. I was
going to pick up some snacks and bottled water for us on the way
out in the morning. Damn. I knew I was forgetting something, but
I couldn't figure it out.

We had ravioli for dinner, while Sara regaled me with various
children's stories about camping, proving that she only knew of
it through books and that she was as big a nerd as her brother,
even if she didn't admit it. Bill showed up after we ate, grabbed
his stuff for his study trip, and headed out, barely saying two
words to us.

And with that, we each went to our separate rooms and went to
sleep, looking forward to the trip.

And I took another step down the path of no return.

CHAPTER 15
================================================================

Sara chattered excitedly for the first leg of the trip, but
eventually she figured out that the drive was going to take a
while and retreated into her shell. I glanced over at her and
noticed she was reading the book she'd packed; a very worn,
1970's edition of The Hobbit. For an 11 year old, she was really
well-read. I wondered if the book was one of Bill's originally.

"So, do you like the book better, or the movie?"

She seemed startled by the question, then softly blushed and
quietly replied that the book was her favorite.

"Mine too. The movie left out some neat stuff, and added a bunch
of stuff that wasn't in the book. Like, what was up with the
Captain Hook goblin?"

That got her. As soon as she realized I was a fellow nerd and
also well-read, she came back out of her shell and we discussed
the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy; the conversation took up
most of the two hour drive, so it was a good time filler.

I pulled off the highway and down the backroad, then took us off
the pavement onto a dirt road that wound its way through the
trees; my little car wasn't designed to go off-road, but I'd
taken it up there before and the road was graded and filled every
year to keep it smooth and navigable, so I knew it wouldn't be an
issue. After fifteen minutes of slowly winding down the dirt
lane, I pulled off at a fork, got out to open the combination
lock on the cast iron gate, and swung it open with a rusty
squeak. Then I drove the car through, stopped to shut and lock
the gate behind me again, and continued driving until the gate
and the original road had disappeared in the trees.

I parked on the road; the grass was tall and I didn't want it to
touch the hot underside of my car and start a grass fire.

"Well, here we are. It's not exactly the wilderness, but it's
close enough."

"Cool!"

Sara jumped out of the car and ran around exploring the immediate
area while I set up the tent in a clearing next to the car. There
was a ring of rocks near the tent where we had our campfires, and
enough broken sticks and firewood piled nearby that I wouldn't
have to go looking for any. Besides, it was warm enough we
wouldn't need a fire.

"C'mon kiddo, lemme show you around now."

We then marched through the woods, I pointed out things like
shredded tree bark and churned up ground that showed where wild
hogs had rooted ("cool"), a pile of deer pellets ("gross"), and a
few interesting plants. She collected a couple of rocks she
thought were interesting and stuck a turkey feather she found in
her hair, tucking it behind her ear so it would stay ("look, I'm
an indian!").

We hiked, enjoyed the fall colors, spotted a porcupine munching
on tree bark high up in a tree (she thought its blue eyes were
amazing), and hiked up the steep hill to reach the top, following
an animal trail most of the way there. Once we reached the top,
we surveyed the view of the entire valley ("wow") and spotted the
car and tent way below us.

"Race you to the bottom!"

And with that, we were off. I slid on some loose rocks a couple
times, but kept my balance as I ran down the trail. Sara slipped,
tumbled, and rolled back onto her feet and kept running; I had
longer legs and took bigger strides, but she was small enough to
duck under branches I had to go around and had that endless
energy kids all seem to have, so she managed to stay just in
front of me the whole way down.

We got back to the clearing where we left the tent, puffing and
sweaty. Her hair was full of leaves and twigs, she had dirt
smudged on her cheek and elbows where she'd fallen, and was pink
with exertion. I was bigger, and a guy, so I was sweating even
more than she was.

"Man! It's hot!"

"That's just because you ran all the way down the hill. But it is
pretty warm for this time of year. C'mon, I'll show you
something."

She followed along behind me, catching her breath before I did,
and I showed her the path down to the pond.

It wasn't much of a pond, only a little bigger than your typical
above-ground pool, but it had a wooden "dock" my dad had built
years ago as a fishing platform (there were no fish in the pond,
but he kept planning to stock it someday. Someday never came.),
had a bottom filled with smooth, rounded rocks left over from
when the valley had been a riverbed, and was fed by a clear,
fresh spring.

"See? This is perfect for cooling off."

"Cool! You swim in there?"

"Yup. Don't worry about it being deep; it only comes up to my
waist."

I walked down the dock and she started to follow, the froze with
a panicked look.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Shit. That's what I'd forgotten. My trunks. I was just as
disappointed as she was for a moment, but then I had an idea.

Everything up to this point had been unplanned, even
unintentional; even touching Sara had been spur-of-the-moment.
This time, though, I had an idea and intended to take full
advantage of it. If it worked.

Casually, I just shrugged and replied, "We can always go
skinny-dipping."

"What's skinny-dipping?"

"You don't know what skinny-dipping is?"

"No."

"You just take your clothes off and go swimming."

"You mean- naked?"

"Well, yeah. It's what people did before swimsuits were invented.
Everybody does it when they're kids, especially on summer camping
trips."

That, I will admit, was deliberately intended on my part to
invoke a bit of peer pressure on her, to influence her into going
along with it. All the other kids who DID go camping did it; was
she going to be the weird one who didn't?

"It's not like we haven't already seen each other naked before
either."

Without waiting for a response, I stripped down, left my clothes
on the dock, and jumped in with a big splash. The water was
colder than I expected, but then it was ALWAYS cold, coming from
deep underground.

Sara still stood on the dock, looking conflicted.

"Is it cold?"

"Nah, it's cool, but it's not freezing. Perfect for cooling off
after that run."

She was still hesitating.

"What's wrong?"

"What if somebody sees us?"

"Like who? We're the only ones out here and there's a locked gate
keeping everyone out. No one's going to see you."

She waffled a little longer, watching me swim around in the pond
and splash, then she peeled her shirt off and sat down to remove
her shoes.

Success.

Once naked, she ran to the end of the short dock and jumped,
shouting "cannonball!" while in no way, shape, or form resembling
a cannonball dive and hit the water. She popped back up like a
cork, gasping, and I couldn't help laughing. Her shocked pose,
the goosebumps raised on her pale white skin, her gaping mouth,
and the pink nipples, erect for the first time I'd seen them,
were hilarious and arousing. Mostly hilarious.

"IT'S FREEZING!"

I laughed and splashed her, calling her a sissy, and she splashed
back. That started a splashing war, and she eventually discovered
that she could splash more water at me by kicking than with her
arms, so she anchored herself to the side of the dock with her
hands, pointed herself lengthwise at me, and began kicking
vigorously, churning up waves of water directed at me. I
retreated out of range and she put her feet back on the bottom of
the pond, resting.

Then I began humming the Jaws theme. She edged away from the
dock, giggling and saying, "no, no!" as the tune got louder and I
got closer and closer. I reached the crescendo and then ducked
under the water.

The water was crystal clear and the sun lit it up nicely, so I
could see pretty well under the water. She was standing on her
tiptoes on the rocky bottom, chest deep in the water, and I had a
glorious view of almost her entire naked body.

Then I lunged forward, grabbed her by the waist, and shot back to
a standing position, shouting "DUN DUN DUN DUN!" as my head
cleared the water and launching her into the air. She smacked
into the water butt first, making an even bigger splash than when
she'd jumped off the dock, and she bobbed back to the surface,
giggling uncontrollably. I ducked down into the water so only my
head was above the surface and began humming the Jaws theme
again.

"No! No, no, no! Ah-hahaha!"

I was faster in the water than she was, and the 'shark' got her
another six times before we tired of that game and played Marco
Polo for a while. Eventually, we tired of chasing each other
around the pond, and I announced that it was time to get out of
the water. I clambered up onto the dock and helped her out of the
water, and we stood there dripping.

"I don't have a towel."

"I didn't think to bring one either. We'll just stretch out on
the dock and dry in the sun a while."

And I did exactly that. She joined me a moment later and we just
lay there, looking up at the clouds, alternated warmed by the sun
and chilled by the breeze, slowly drying. After a while, I closed
my eyes and just listened to the breeze rustling through the
leaves.

"Why is that part a different color?"

"Why is what a different color?" I opened my eyes again, thinking
she was going to be pointing at a plant or something.

"Your penis."

I turned my head and she was laying beside me, her head raised to
give her a better look at my crotch.

"Well, those are different parts of my penis. The pink part is
the head, and the rest is the shaft. The head is a different
color because it's a different kind of skin, kind of like how
your nipples are different."

"Oh."

"Haven't they taught you about it in class?"

"Mm-mm. We don't get that until next year, I think."

I'd been hoping just to get entice her to take her clothes off to
go swimming; this conversation promised to be much more
interesting.

"Well, I can answer any questions you have, if you're curious," I
said casually. Then, as if it were no big deal, I added, "you can
go ahead and touch it again if you want."

She looked me in the eye, a flash of anxiety crossing her face,
then blushed. She looked so cute when she did that.

"It's ok?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

My heart was beating faster and she rose to a sitting position,
legs crossed indian-style, to give herself a closer look. I
remained laying down, head supported by my arms, and tried to
look as casual as possible, like it was no big deal. She licked
her lips, bit her lower lip, and moved one hand to her knee and
held it there. Then she raised her hand and slowly reached
forward, then glanced over at my face again. I smiled and said,
"Go ahead, it's ok."

She blushed a little deeper and flashed a nervous grin, then
directed her gaze back to my penis.

And touched it.

She just reached out and poked the shaft, like she had the first
time, and jerked her hand back, looking back to me and giggling
in embarrassment. I laughed too, and then pretended to be
distracted by the clouds again. Maybe she'd be a little bolder if
I wasn't staring at her.

My theory proved correct; after some more hesitation, she reached
out and poked it again. Then she gently picked it up in her
small, soft hand, and rubbed the skin of the shaft, squeezed it,
and then poked the head and squeezed it. Then she prodded and
squeezed the shaft in one hand and the head in the other, as if
comparing, seeing how they were different. I pretended not to be
paying attention, but kept stealing glances at her every couple
seconds. She never took her eyes off my penis.

"What's this part?"

She poked my scrotum. I raised my head to see better and told her
what it was called.

"It's sort of a sack that my testicles are in."

"What are testicles?"

She began fondling my sack, discovered the contents, and rolled
them around in her hands, fascinated. She squeezed one of them.

"Ow! Hey! Be gentle! Those are delicate!"

She looked me in the eye again and seemed to have discovered a
great secret.

"Oh! Is that why boys get all hurt when they get hit in the
balls?"

"Yes. In fact, those are my balls."

"I thought they were testicles."

"They are. Balls is just a nickname."

"Oh. So what are they for?"

Dammit. I was fine with filling her curiosity while she fondled
me, but I wasn't planning on the whole birds-and-bees talk.

"Mmm, I'll tell you later. It's kinda complicated."

By this point, the inevitable was happening down below. Sara held
my penis in her left hand and continued to roll my balls around
in her right hand, utterly fascinated with the alien secrets of
male genitalia. Then she noticed my dick was throbbing in her
hand and turned her attention back to it.

"Is it getting bigger?"

"Yup. It's getting harder too. Feel it."

She squeezed it, then squeezed it harder when she noticed my
shaft wasn't as soft and flexible as before, and poked it with
her finger.

"Why is it doing that?"

"It's supposed to do that. It gets full of blood and gets bigger
and harder until it reaches full size."

"But why?"

"Well, it can do that for several reasons, but mostly it does
that when it feels good."

"When it feels good?"

"Mm-hm. Girls can make it feel good, so it gets bigger. That's
what it's for."

"I thought it was for peeing?"

"It does that too, but mostly it's for feeling good."

She gave me a dubious look. "I don't get it."

"It's.. Ok, you know you hug someone you like? That feels good,
right?"

"Yeah."

"And kissing feels good too, right?"

"I guess."

Oh. Right. She wouldn't know.

"Well, this is something girls can do for boys that feels even
better."

She still looked doubtful.

"Here, I'll show you."

I sat up, grabbed her hand, and wrapped it around my shaft. Then
I gently moved it up and down.

"Just like that."

"Like this?"

She awkwardly jerked up and down on my penis and I corrected her.
She got a rhythm going and watched her hand jerking on my shaft,
enthralled.

"Is that it?"

"That's one thing you can do."

"And girls do that for boys?"

"Only for boys they like," I added replied matter-of-factly. She
stopped for a moment and met my eyes, then slowly went back to
her gentle jerking motion.

"And that feels good?"

"It feels really good."

It did. She might have had no idea what she was doing, but the
touch of her soft hand was electric. It felt amazing. Then again,
this was also the first time a girl had given me a handjob, so it
had that going for it as well.

After another minute or so of jerking, she seemed to get bored
with the novelty.

"Is that all you do?"

"There's other other stuff you can do, but yeah, that feels good
enough to finish."

"Finish?"

"Mm-hmm. Once a boy gets hard, he has to finish, or else it makes
his testicles sore and he gets really uncomfortable."

Well, blue balls WERE a real thing, if somewhat exaggerated.

"What do you mean, finish?"

"If you keep doing it long enough, it feels better and better,
until finally you have an orgasm."

"What's an orgasm?"

"That's when it feels so good, it's like nothing else. It's
better than anything. It feels awesome."

"Really?"

"Yep."

She looked at my penis with newfound interest and I decided to
see how far I could push this.

"You wanna keep going?"

She looked thoughtful.

"It'll feel really uncomfortable if I don't, right?"

I nodded, then replied, "It's ok if you want to quit. It won't
hurt my feelings."

She slowly started jerking again and built back her rhythm.

Oh man. This was so much more than I had ever hoped for when I
got her to go skinny-dipping. This was amazing. This was the best
weekend ever, and it was only the first day.

I leaned back down and closed my eyes, losing myself in the
sensation. Eventually her arm got tired and she switched hands,
her rhythm awkward at first but then building back to the same
tempo. Oh, this was amazing. I opened my eyes again and watched
her, all her concentration focused on jerking me off, tongue
sticking out between her lips. She looked adorable and this was
fucking-

I felt the tension in my balls, the tingle down my spine, and
light erupted behind my eyeballs as my dick vomited in glorious
orgasm. Maybe I could have described that more poetically, but
that's basically how it was and how poetic can you get about an
11 year old giving you a handjob?

I grunted as semen erupted from my dick, spraying out and
splattering onto the wooden dock in rapid pulses. Sara yelped and
scrambled backwards.

"What was that?!"

Then she noticed a glob of semen on the back of her hand and
tried to shake it off.

"Oh, gross! What IS that stuff?!"

"That's semen. The testicles make it, and it comes out when a boy
has an orgasm."

"Gross! It's supposed to do that?"

"Yup. Every time."

"Ew! It's like snot, or something! Why does it do that?"

"It's... complicated. I'll explain it to you later. But most
girls like it."

"Seriously?"

She was bent over the edge of the dock, scrubbing her hands in
the water and giving me a nice view of her backside.

"Trust me, you'll learn as you get older. Hey! It's getting late.
We should start the fire and make dinner."

Sara shook the water from her hands and reached for her clothes.

"No, don't put those back on. They're all sweaty and dirty. Just
put your socks and shoes on and we'll walk back to the car to get
clean clothes."

"Ok."

Putting our shoes on and gathering our clothing, we headed back
to camp at a leisurely stroll. I popped open the trunk of my car
and tossed my old clothes inside, then pulled out clean ones from
my backpack and slowly got dressed. Being 11, it never occurred
to Sara to ask me to hand her clothes and she stood there waiting
her turn, scratching a mosquito bite on her arm and looking at
the scenery while I admired the other view.

Wow. This was entirely beyond anything I'd been expecting. I also
felt guilty as hell and considered swearing her to secrecy so she
wouldn't tell someone that she'd jerked an adult off, but I
thought better of it. Doing that might scare her and make her
think she'd done something bad, and I didn't want to do that;
partly because I didn't want her to feel like she'd done
something wrong, and partly because that might kill my chances of
ever getting her to do something like that again. No, better to
just play it casual, like this was normal. As if there were
anything normal about it.

She got dressed and then I showed her how to start a fire, which
she'd never done before, and I got our dinner out. As we sat
eating beside the fire, I broke the silence.

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

"For... that. It felt really good. And I'm happy you finished for
me. That was nice of you. Thanks."

She blushed and I reached one arm around her and gave her a hug.

Then I changed the subject and we began debating who was batter,
Bilbo or Frodo.

I was still worried that I might have freaked her out or that
she'd tell on me, but at the same time I was still riding my high
from the dock. And this was just the first day; we had two more
days out here in the woods, away from civilization's prying eyes.

The possibilities were glorious.

CHAPTER 16
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After dinner, I let the fire die out and unrolled my sleeping bag
and stripped down to my boxers. I helped Sara set up her
blankets, since she didn't have a sleeping bag, and I let her use
the foam pad I normally put under my bag. She changed into her
night shirt and pulled her pants off, then wiggled under her
mound of blankets and enjoyed the novelty of reading by a
flashlight for the first time. I pulled out my battered copy of
Ringworld and started reading it.

After a while, Sara fell asleep and I turned her flashlight off
and set her book aside, then turned my flashlight off and just
lay there in the dark listening to the crickets chirp. Today had
been absolutely amazing, beyond my wildest expectations, and
there was still the next two days to look forward to, but...
Funny how when you're alone (more or less) in the dark, you start
feeling guilty. I'd allowed- no, encouraged- an 11 year old girl
to jerk me off. I might have gotten off the hook for letting her
touch my penis before, maybe even for touching her labia, but
letting her give me a handjob until I ejaculated? There was no
way in hell any jury was going to let me slide on that one. If
she told anyone, I was going to prison, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Then when I got out, I'd end up homeless because they don't let
registered sex offenders live within a certain distance of a
school (have you ever seen a map that shows every school in your
town? It's nearly impossible to comply with that law, unless you
become homeless and live in an underpass or the remote
wilderness.), and I'd grow a beard and be the creeper all the
moms at the park warned their kids not to talk to.

I don't know how late I stayed up worrying, but somehow I
eventually drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

The next morning it was chilly, and I got the fire started again
and toasted some pop-tarts over the fire. About the time they
were ready, Sara crawled out of the tent, still in her night
shirt and panties, and sat on the log we used for a bench,
rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and then making a vain attempt
at fixing her messy hair, which stuck out in all directions. She
looked cute and funny at the same time, knees drawn up to her
chest and nibbling on pop-tarts by the fire.

After breakfast, Sara got dressed and joined me when I announced
I was going on a grand adventure into the wilderness. We marched
off, I designated myself Dr. Livingstone and her Stanley, and we
began exploring.

She found a few flowers she liked, but was disappointed when I
forbid her from picking them; one had poisonous sap, and another
was sort of rare and we were trying to encourage it to grow on
our land. I helped her make a daisy chain from some sort of
little pink flowers that grew all over the place though, and she
wore it was a necklace.

We then went deeper into the woods, following an animal trail,
and I showed her where part of the hill had collapsed in a
landslide decades ago, making a rock cliff that was embedded with
fossils. She thought the fossilized seashells were cool, and I
carefully climbed up the wall, nearly fell twice when it crumbled
under me, and pried one out of the crumbly rock and tossed it
down to her. She thought it was really neat, and I was cool for
being brave enough to climb up there and get it for her.

We were taking another route back toward camp, Sara chattering
away about some cartoon I'd never heard of, when I slipped on
some loose rocks and skidded off the trail and down the hill,
tumbling as I went. Sara yelped, then idiotically dove down the
hill after me. We both ended up fifteen or twenty feet down the
hill from the trail, landing in a muddy hog wallow. Fortunately,
there were no hogs present; wild pigs are dangerous and
aggressive, and I didn't have anything more than a pocket knife
to fend one off with if it attacked.

Unfortunately, we were both scraped and bruised, and covered in
black mud. We both laughed at each other, I helped Sara to her
feet, then she panicked and I helped her search for her fossil
until she found it had been in her pocket the entire time.

"Man, we're filthy! We'd better go wash this off and get some
clean clothes."

So we trotted down the trail toward pond, and as soon as I
arrived on the dock I sat down and began undressing. Sara stood
there for a long moment, hesitating, and I think she was nervous
about a repeat of yesterday. I was nearly naked before
reluctantly began undressing.

I waited for her to undress, then pointed out a small lizard on
the edge of the dock. She surprised me by lunging at it, trying
to catch it, but it was far too fast for her and she ended up
grabbing at the ground where it had been. She laughed and wiped
her hand on her face, leaving a streak of red clay.

Hmmm.

I squatted down and examined the red soil by the dock, then got a
glob of the stuff on the end of my finger. Then I startled her by
reaching and quickly drawing two red stripes under each of her
eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Watch."

Then I painted a stripe under each of my eyes, held up my hand,
and solemnly intoned "how, kemosabe!"

She giggled and immediately suggested we pretend we were indians,
which I thought sounded fun, so I told her to leave her flower
necklace on and retrieve her feather and the pond could wait.

Sara frowned for a moment at that.

"Shouldn't we get dressed then?"

"Nah. Most indians were naked, or mostly naked. Haven't you seen
them in movies or in pictures, where the only clothes they had
were loinclothes and moccasins?"

This was logical to her, so she ran back to the tent, ouching and
owing as she stepped on various hard and poky objects, retrieved
the turkey feather she'd found the day before, and ran back to
join me.

"Better put shoes on; they'll be our moccasins."

So we both put our shoes on, she stuck the feather into her hair,
and decided we needed more war paint. I took a glob of black mud
from the toe of my shoe and painted a line down my chin and a dot
on each cheek, and she drew red wavy lines down each of my arms
and a black stripe down each leg. I had her turn around while I
used red clay to draw little butterfly wings on her back, then
got a little gutsy and drew stripes down her spine and onto her
butt cheeks, making her giggle.

"Turn around."

Then I drew a circle around her belly button and added wavy lines
radiating out from it, like a sun, and a little red circle around
nipple while drew alternating red and black stripes across my
chest, a black line across my forehead, and a red line down the
length of my nose.

Filthy, naked, and daubed in colored "paint", and her with a
feather in her hair and a necklace of flowers, we really did look
like savages. Pale white savages, but savages nonetheless.

We then set off to find proper sticks to make into spears, and
spent the next couple hours running through the woods naked,
going "woo woo woo!" and chasing imaginary buffalo through the
woods. I'd never run while naked before, and having my dangly
bits flop around so much was disconcerting at first, but I
quickly got used to it; having fun distracts you from such
things.

Finally, we were both too hot and tired, the day having warmed up
as the sun rose higher in the sky, and we stuck our spears into
the dirt and returned to the pond to wash the sweat and dirt off
of our naked bodies.

Stepping onto the dock, I stopped to stretch and as soon as Sara
got within range I yelled "raaaaarrrr!" and scooped her up into
my arms and started tickling her while she giggled. Then, as
suddenly as I'd started, I froze.

"Oh no!"

"What?"

"I sank your battleship."

"Wha-"

I threw her into the pond before she could ask what I was talking
about and she popped back to the surface shrieking and laughing.
I dove in after her and we washed all the dirt off of ourselves
before swimming around for a short while. We didn't stay in long
before climbing back onto the dock and lying down to dry. There
was no breeze today, so it was consistently warm while we dried.

After a while, we were both pretty much dry, except for our
still-damp hair, and Sara rolled onto her belly and turned to
face me. I stayed on my back, resting my head on my arms, and
admired the gentle curve of her butt as she raised her feet and
slowly kicked them back and forth in the air.

"So does it only get hard when it feels good? Your penis, I
mean?"

"That's not the only time, no, but it always gets hard when it
feels good."

"How come?"

I thought about my answer for a second, then replied, "It feels
better when it's hard."

"So how come it isn't always hard then?"

"Well, if it was always hard, it'd be pretty difficult to put
pants on, wouldn't it?"

She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows, resting her
chin in one hand. Her feet continued to kick above her.

"Can I touch it again?"

Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm
going to hell for this, but yes.

"Sure," I said.

There was no hesitation this time. She reached out with her free
hand and felt it up and down, then her touch migrated down to
curiously fondle my balls again.

"So these make that gross stuff?"

"Semen? Yes."

"And then when it feels really good, they squirt that stuff out
your penis?"

Close enough. "Yup."

She scrunched her face in a comical expression of distaste.

"What's it for?"

This again. I guess there was no avoiding the birds-and-bees
talk, when it came to letting little girls fondle your junk.

"It makes babies."

"It does?" she said, startled.

"Uh-huh."

"How does it do that?"

"It's... complicated."

Brushing her hair back from her face, she looked at me and asked
if she could see it again.

"My semen?"

"Yeah."

A little voice in my head was screaming at me that this was
wrong, but it was quickly and brutally murdered by my ecstatic
sex drive taking advantage of the opportunity.

"Well, it can't come out unless I have an orgasm."

"That's when it feels really good, right?"

"Right. And you have to get it hard first."

"Can you make it hard then?"

"Not on my own," I said, a little white lie. "You'll have to do
it for me."

She bit her lip, gazing at my limp penis, then seemed to make up
her mind.

"Ok."

Hell yes. I directed her to sit up, her hip touching mine, and
showed her what to do again. She gently took my penis into her
soft touch and began jerking. Which, given that I was completely
flaccid, didn't do a whole lot; I flopped out of her grip several
times.

"It's not working."

She just hadn't fondled me long enough, but I immediately took
advantage of the opportunity it presented.

"Sometimes you have to do something special to get it started."

"Like what?"

"Kiss it."

"What?!"

"Yeah, you just kiss it."

"Gross!"

"How is it gross?"

"It's your penis!"

"So? Girls do it all the time."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Well... if they like the boy, anyway."

She brushed her hair from her face again, then looked at me with
something akin to suspicion.

"Like him how? Like, like?"

"Boyfriend, girlfriend."

"Oh."

She pondered this for a moment.

"I don't wanna. It's gross."

I was disappointed, but shrugged casually.

"Whatever. You don't have to do anything."

She continued trying to jerk my limp dick, and I suggested she
fondle my balls a little; it took some guidance, but she
eventually figured out how I wanted her to gently roll them back
and forth in her hand. It didn't take long before my soldier was
finally standing at attention.

I gave her some more guidance and she got back into the rhythm
she'd developed yesterday, smoothly jerking my penis. I leaned
back again and propped my head up under my arms, relaxed and
enjoying the sensation. She looked at me, I smiled at her, she
smiled back, then blushed and turned her gaze back to my penis,
giggling.

"That's good, sweetie. You're doing great."

"It feels really good, right?"

"Very good. Keep going; I'll let you know when I'm about to
orgasm."

It didn't take five whole minutes. Her arm was getting tired, but
I kept her going by telling her she was "almost there". She
wrapped both hands around my erect penis and began pumping
faster, a look of intense concentration on her face.

There- that familiar pressure in my-

"Ok... here it comes..."

I grunted in sheer bliss, wonderful tingling shooting up and down
my spine, as white semen spurted out in bursts. Sara was sitting
right up against me on my side, and as she was jerking me off she
had my penis pointed upward and toward her, so most of it landed
on her lap and arms; some of the last of it dribbled onto her
left hand, which was above her right and still wrapped firmly
around my shaft.

"Eeeeeeew! It's all over me!"

It really was. She let go of my dick and held her arms up,
looking at the thick, white substance slowly running down them,
then down at her lap. I sat up to get a closer look; wow. It was
splattered all over both thighs, and on her belly just above her
crotch; as I watched, a glob of jizz made a thin trail as it slid
down her mons pubis and dripped onto the wooden deck. Damn. That
was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. Not that,
you know, I had all that much experience with sex, unless you
count being intimately familiar with my hand, but damn.

"It's all warm! Ew, ew, ew!"

"Of course it's warm, silly. It was inside of me until just a few
seconds ago!"

She touched some of the semen on her thigh with a finger and
watched in both curious fascination and disbelieving disgust as
it left a string from her thigh to her fingertip; then she
smeared it around her fingertip with her thumb.

"It's all sticky, like snot! That is so gross!"

"It's not snot, and it's not gross. Girls like it."

She flashed a skeptical look and responded with, "nuh-uh!"

"They do. Girls like it."

She scooped up as much from her thighs as she could, holding it
in her hand, then cautiously sniffed it.

"It smells weird! This stuff makes babies?"

"Yup."

"And girls are really supposed to like this?"

"Uh-huh."

Then I grabbed her hand and slapped it against her chest,
covering her chest in my semen with a loud splattering sound.

"Hey!"

I laughed and she tried to slap me on the shoulder, but I rolled
out of her reach and onto my feet. She stood up and looked down
at herself, arms held away from her body.

"I'm all sticky! This stuff is so weird!"

Man. I may have spent the night tossing and turning in guilt and
fear of the consequences, but right now... right now I couldn't
give two shits. I was looking at a young girl with my semen all
over her naked body, and it was glorious.

"Well, you know what?"

"What?"

"We'll just have to wash you off!"

She realized my intent and yelled "Nooo!" just as I lunged at
her, lifted her in the air by her armpits, and tossed her,
laughing, into the pond. I dove in after her and after she
finished washing herself off, I lifted her up again and put her
on my shoulders, making truck noises as we 'drove' around the
pond. She giggled and shouted orders, sending me this way and
that, and I marveled at the feeling of her bare crotch on my neck
and shoulders.

Then she let out an indignant squawk when I dropped us both
underwater.

We played around in the pond for a while longer, then got out and
lay on the deck to dry again.

Finally dried, we put our shoes back on, gathered our muddy
clothing, and headed back for camp. I tossed the muddy clothes
into the trunk of my car, got out clean clothes and dressed
myself, then handed her some clothes.

"We'll have to be careful not to get all muddy again; this is our
last change of clothes until we get home."

She thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "ok" and headed
back for the tent with her clothes in her arms. My interest
piqued, I shut the trunk to my car and followed along behind her.
When she got to the tent, she tossed her clothes on top of her
blanket, then walked over and sat on the log by the cold fire
ring.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

She shrugged and replied, "Nah. You said not to get dirty, so I
don't want to get my clothes all dirty. And besides..."

She blushed, then looked around as if to see if anyone else were
listening.

"I kinda like being naked outside. It feels nice. Y'know?"

She brushed her hair back out of her face again and looked at me
as if expecting me to approve. Or maybe tell her to get dressed,
because you weren't supposed to be running around in public
naked. Which was pretty much exactly what we'd done all day.

"That's cool. There's no one around, so you do what you want."

She smiled at my approval.

"I like you. You're cool and you don't make me do stuff, like
other grown ups."

I smiled back. That felt good. 'I like you'. That felt really
good.

I sat down opposite her and lifted the grocery bag I'd retrieved
from the tent.

"Wanna make s'mores?"

CHAPTER 17
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The s'mores were good. Sara made a mess of herself, getting
melted chocolate and bits of marshmallow all over her hands,
face, and chest. She also set the first three marshallows she
tried to roast on fire before I convinced her of the correct
distance from the fire to hold them.

"Guess it's a good thing you didn't get dressed then; you're all
messy again."

She laughed and nodded, inattentively cremating another
marshmallow.

Once we'd had our fill of s'mores, I put some hot chocolate over
the fire and told her she had time to wash up before it got hot.
I glanced at the darkening sky and the sudden breeze blowing
through the trees; there was a cold front coming, but it wasn't
supposed to be here until late tomorrow.

We walked down to the pond, chatting about nothing consequential,
and Sara sat on the dock, giving me a very pleasant view of her
open crotch while she got her shoes and socks off. Then she stood
and started to walk to the end of the dock, but before she could
jump in I scooped her up from behind, pressed my lips against her
belly, and blew.

"THHHHHPPPPPPPTTTBB!"

She cackled and squirmed out of my arms, but I grabbed her again
and started tickling her ribs and belly. She shrieked and
laughed, then twisted out of my reach and dove into the pond.

Surfacing, she stuck her tongue out at me. I couldn't follow,
since I was fully clothed. She swam around a bit, then
concentrated on washing the s'more debris off while I glanced
pensively at the darkening sky and the huge thunderheads piling
up in the distance. They were getting closer, and the wind was
getting stronger. Maybe the weatherman was off a day.

Then again, when has the weatherman ever been right?

"Hey kiddo, better hop out and dry off. It looks like we're gonna
get some bad weather soon."

She returned to the dock and I reached down and hauled her up by
her hands, and she stood on the dock dripping wet, her pale skin
covered in goosebumps, little pink nipples erect, and wet hair
clinging to her head. She wrapped her arms around herself and
shivered.

"It's freezing!"

It was pretty chilly, but more so for her since she was wet and
standing in the wind. I looked up at the sky again and frowned.

"It looks like we're gonna get some rain soon. We'd better hurry
back."

She trotted over to where she'd left her socks and shoes and
started to sit down to put them on, but I interrupted.

"Don't waste time putting them on, just pick them up."

"But- if I go barefoot, the sticks and rocks and stuff hurt my
feet."

"I'll carry you. C'mon. Let's get back in the tent before it
rains."

I bent down and hefted her up, giving her a piggyback ride to the
tent. She stuck her feet out in front of us and wiggled her toes,
swinging a shoe in each hand, and hummed some tune while I
carefully studied the feel of her damp crotch on the back of my
neck.

It started raining before we reached the tent. Hard. It was
freezing cold too. Sara shrieked at the sudden splash of cold
water from the sky, and I broke into a run. We reached the tent
and I basically tossed her into the tent and jumped inside to zip
it shut before the tent was flooded by the downpour.

We spent a few minutes huddling in the tent, listening to the
rain beat down on the nylon above us, while I took off my shoes
to avoid tracking mud into the tent. Sara sat on her little mound
of blankets and waited to dry off, still humming that song. It
seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.

As I sat there, listening to the rain and her humming, I glanced
over at her. She sat with her knees, book between her feet,
reading. I studied the pale, smooth, milky skin, the way her
mosquito bite nipples stood out from the rest of her, the shape
of her thin legs and the curve of her butt, the freckles
sprinkled across her nose and upper cheeks like the first hints
of the Milky Way appearing in the night sky, her damp hair
clinging to her forehead...

Now, whether or not it was appropriate in any way, shape, or form
to be sexually attracted to an 11 year old girl, she was pretty.
She was definitely an eye-pleaser regardless of whether or not
you lusted for her inappropriately.

We were alone, in the wilderness, with no around for miles, she
was naked, and she had proved herself quite willing, or at least
very curious. I wondered if I could take further advantage of
that.

"Hey, Sara."

"Hmm?"

"You don't get sex ed until next year, right?"

"I think so. I dunno. We haven't had it yet though."

I casually asked, "So if you knew a lot of the stuff beforehand,
do you think you'd make a better grade?"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. That
certainly made sense.

"So do you remember what all the parts are on a guy and what they
do?"

"I think so."

"I dunno," I said, sounding skeptical. "I'm sure you'll remember.
How about I quiz you?"

"Ok," she said, putting her book down and sitting up attentively.

I slid out of my pants, then got on my knees and pulled my boxes
down to expose myself to her.

"So which one's the penis?"

She giggled and pointed.

"Ok, which part is the head?"

She pointed, and I pretended I couldn't tell what she was
pointing at; she then reached out and poked it.

"Ok, so what's this part called?"

"The... shaft?"

"Mm-hm. So what's the penis do?"

"It gets all big and hard."

"What else?"

"And then it squirts that snotty stuff. Oh, and it pees too."

I smirked at that one.

"What's this part called?"

"The scrrrrr..... scretum?"

"Scrotum. What's inside it?"

"The testacles!" It rhymed with Hercules.

"Testicles," I corrected. "And what do they do?"

"They make the slimy stuff that squirts out when your penis feels
really good."

"What's it called?"

"Uh..."

"Semen."

"Semen. Ok."

"And what's it for?"

"It makes babies!"

I pulled my boxers back up and patted her on the head as I sat
down.

"Good job, kiddo. You know all the guy parts. What about the girl
parts?"

She adopted a puzzle expression and scratched an itch on her
back.

"The vagina?"

"Right, that's part of it. But do you know all the parts?"

"Girls have more parts?"

I laughed and she looked embarrassed.

"Of course. So you don't know what they all are?"

She shook her head.

"Here, I'll show you. Spread your legs."

She looked me in the eye and held me there for several long
seconds. After a moment's hesitation, I saw nothing but trust in
those deep, blue eyes. She immediately spread her legs apart and
looked down at her own crotch in curiosity.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a
heart attack. It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking
in nervous excitement. I bent down to her level.

Her outer labia were smooth, without so much as a trace of peach
fuzz, milky white, a freckle on the left lip. Just the tip of the
clitoral hood or inner labia, I wasn't sure which, peeked out
from between her lips. I gently reached out and touched one side
of her labia, stroking its softness.

"This outside part is called the outer labia."

"Labia?"

"It's Latin for 'lips', 'cause they look like someone's lips,
kinda."

"How do you know all that?"

I smiled at her and responded, "I'm a grown up. We know these
things."

She smiled back.

"You're a cool grown up. You know all kinds of stuff."

We both returned out attentions to her privates and I gently
parted her outer lips.

"Hold those open."

She reached down with both hands and pulled her labia aside,
affording me a clear view of what was hidden inside her Venus'
cleft.

It was pink and moist, and very clean looking. Much more so than
in any adult porn I'd seen. The inner labia seemed to be
vestigial only, a neat little arc on either side of her slit that
met to form the little nub of her clitoral hood. I pressed my
index finger against the opening of her holy-of-holies.

"Do you know what this is?"

"My... vagina?"

"Uh-huh. Do you know what it's for?"

"That's where I pee from, right?"

"Not even close, kiddo."

"Really?"

"Yep." I rubbed it with my fingertip, marveling at how I was
really touching the entrance to... yeah, let's just skip the
verbose descriptions, shall we?

"I didn't know that. I can't really see down there," she said,
defensively. "So what's it for then?"

"Mmmm," I considered my responses, then went with, "It's
complicated. You won't understand it all until you're older."

"Oh. So where do I pee from, then?"

I looked closely and... couldn't find it. I poked the general
area of where it should be.

"It's a little hole there. And do you know what this is?" I was
touching her hood now.

"Nuh-uh."

"That's your clitoris."

"My what?"

"Clitoris. It's a little bump that hides underneath this little
fold of skin here."

"What's it do?"

"Well... you know how you can make me feel really good by
touching my penis?"

"Yeah."

"The clitoris is sort of the same thing for girls."

"Really?"

"Yup. If a boy touches it just right, it feels really good."

She bent over and peered at her crotch, trying to get a good
luck.

"You wanna try it?"

She met my eyes again; no suspicion, no disbelief, just childish
curiosity. Which I was shamelessly taking advantage of.

"It feels good for girls like it does for you?"

"Yup."

"Ok!"

"All right, come sit in my lap."

She wiggled around into my lap, I leaned her back with me so we
could both see, and she spread her legs for me. I wrapped my left
around her waist and she clung onto it with both hands, while my
right hand slid down to her crotch. I started gently rubbing her
outer labia with my index and middle fingers. Man, she was silky
soft.

"How's that feel?"

"It feels funny."

"Funny how?"

"It kinda tickles."

"Do you like it?"

She thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"I guess?"

I continued rubbing her labia for another minute or so, then
gently parted her lips and rubbed my index finger up and down her
slit. She made a sudden intake of breath.

"How's that?"

"It... tickles."

"Is that good, or bad?"

She didn't answer.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She squirmed in my lap a little, then nodded, a blush spreading
across her face.

I rubbed up and down her little slit for a while longer, then
rubbed my finger in a shorter arc across her clitoris. When I got
no overt reaction, I placed my finger directly on top of her hood
and started rubbing in circles.

She squirmed and giggled.

"That tickles!"

I laughed with her and rubbed a little harder. She suddenly
froze, a startled look on her face.

"Whoa."

"How's that feel?"

"It feels... weird."

"You want me to stop?"

She stayed frozen for a long moment, then nodded uncomfortably. I
was disappointed, but I guess it was to be expected. I removed my
hand from her crotch.

"Ok."

Then I hugged her with both arms and quietly spoke into her ear,
"I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel."

She blushed a deeper red, turned around in my lap, and hugged me
back. We held each other like that for a few seconds before I
realized she was shivering.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah."

"Better get dressed then, you don't want to catch a cold."

She got up, slid on her panties, night shirt, and socks, and
burrowed under the blankets. Come to think of it, I was getting
pretty chilly too. I folded back my sleeping bag and slid inside,
then zipped it up.

We both lay there, reading by our flashlights, listening to the
steady drumbeat of heavy rain and the rumble of approaching
thunder. I glanced at my watch; if it weren't raining, it'd be
getting dark right about now.

"I'm cold."

"Here, c'mere kiddo."

I unzipped my sleeping bag, grabbed the pad underneath her and
her nest of blankets and slid the entire assembly over next to
me. Then I wrapped one arm around the bundle of blankets with her
inside and scooted her into the sleeping bag with me and zipped
it back up.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

We read for a while longer, until I noticed she had dozed off and
I set her book and flashlight aside. She sleepily wiggled deeper
into her nest of blankets so only a bit of light brown hair poked
out and then lay still. I smiled to myself as I brushed my hand
through her hair, gently so as not to wake her. Then I turned off
my flashlight and lay there in the dark.

You know how cartoons have that little angel that stands on your
shoulder and encourages you to resist temptation? I didn't hear a
peep out of that guy the entire time I was fondling a little
girl's crotch. As soon as I turned the light out, the little
bastard jumped out and was yelling, "That was wroooooong,
mister!"

Hey, asshole, where were you when all this started? He was
jerking off while I got a handjob and fondled a little girl,
that's what. Then as soon as I'm alone, more or less, he does his
best to make me feel like a guilty piece of shit.

Well, I guess that's what I was.

And once again, I lay there in the dark, feeling guilty and
afraid, hating myself for what I'd done.

Thunder boomed in the distance.

CHAPTER 18
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In the morning I woke up without hating myself or feeling guilty.
Actually, I was disoriented and couldn't remember where I was or
what I'd been doing all weekend. I had a dream where I was
trapped in a lecture by my monotone professor forever, and
suddenly he was Jewish and wanted to circumcise me. I told him I
was already circumcised, like most American men, but he said, "no
no, this time I finish the job" and pulled out a pair of hedge
clippers. Then I went skiing with David Hasselhoff. Clearly, my
subconscious is insane.

After I woke up and took a moment to remember that I was in a
tent, what I'd done that weekend, and realize it was STILL
raining like some old guy in a big boat full of animals was going
to show up, I became aware of something warm in my sleeping bag
with me.

I was laying on my side, and Sara was spooned up against me, her
butt molded to my crotch, and thoroughly hidden under her mound
of blankets and the sleeping bag. I could see just a bit of her
light brown hair sticking out about where my shoulder was.

Well, all things considered, I didn't have to get out of bed any
time soon, right? I glanced at my watch and noticed the face was
fogged over... on the inside. Cheap 'made in China' piece of
crap. It was still running, and I was surprised to see it was ten
o'clock. Wow. That late, and it was not only still raining, but
it was this dark out? I groped around for my pants and retrieved
my cell phone to confirm that I hadn't just woken up after a
couple hours of sleep; yep, it was ten in the morning, all right.

I set the phone back down and lay back down. Then I slowly slid
one arm around Sara and snuggled closer to her. Yeah. This was
nice. It wouldn't last, but this was nice.

As I started to doze off again, I remembered that I'd left the
damn hot chocolate sitting by the fire last night. In the rain.

Lovely.

I woke up about an hour later when Sara started wiggling around
in the sleeping bag, digging her heels into my shins and
thrashing around. Eventually, her head popped out of the blankets
and she took a deep breath, like someone who'd just emerged from
underwater and run out of air.

"Morning, kiddo. Sleep well?"

"Mm-hm."

She rubbed her eyes drowsily for a few seconds, then sat up and
stared into space like a zombie. Her hair stuck out in all
directions and seriously needed brushing. After a while she
flopped back down and pulled the blankets back up. Clearly, she
was not a morning person.

"C'mon, kiddo. It's after eleven. We gotta get up; today's the
day we pack up and go home."

No response. I unzipped the sleeping bag and got out, stretching.
I pulled my pants on, wincing at how cold they were, then put my
socks on.

"C'mon Sara, we gotta get up."

"Nn-nn."

"Yes, we gotta get up. C'mon, hop to it."

She just burrowed deeper under the blankets. So I unzipped the
sleeping bag the rest of the way and folded it over, then lifted
the bottom of the blankets to expose her feet and grabbed her by
the ankles. Then I stood up quickly and lifted.

She shrieked as she was suddenly yanked out from under her warm
blankets and suspended upside down, nightshirt flopping over her
head, and I shook her up and down while roaring like a monster. I
dropped her, gently, onto the blankets, then dropped to my knees
and began tickling her mercilessly while she flailed her arms
around trying to get her shirt down and out of my reach. She
shrieked and giggled the entire time.

"Nope! You're not getting away!"

I wrapped one arm around her waist and continued tickling her
with the other while she laughed. She tried to tickle me back,
but I was holding her back against my chest and she couldn't
reach me very well. Finally she begged me to stop and I let her
go. She flopped onto her back, breathless, and grinned up at the
ceiling of the tent. I admired her panties (the white ones with
the ribbon) and pale, shapely legs. Finally, after a minute or
two to let her catch her breath, I told her we had to get up so
we could pack and go home.

"Do we have to?"

"'fraid so, kiddo. If it's raining like this all day, we can't do
anything but sit in the tent, so we might as well go home early.
Besides, I could use a nice, hot shower."

Sara grudgingly got dressed, whining about her pants being cold
as ice, then we packed our things. The backpacks were in the
trunk of the car, but we didn't have much to pack since all our
dirty clothes were in there. I rolled up my sleeping bag and pad,
stacked both pillows on top of them, and wrapped the entire
bundle in Sara's blankets. Now I could carry it all in one
cumbersome package instead of making multiple trips.

Sara tucked both our books under her shirt to keep them dry(ish)
and we ran for the car. I tossed my bundle into the trunk, then
started the engine and turned on the heater. She sat in the back
seat, warm and mostly dry, while I tossed her my clean shirt and
ran back to dismantle the tent. With the tent down, I waded
through the mud, tossed it into the trunk, and got in the car,
thoroughly soaked. I used my sweaty but otherwise clean shirt
from Friday to dry off my head and torso, then put my clean shirt
back on.

"All right, I think we're all set. You need to stop anywhere?"

"Can we stop someplace with a nice bathroom? I haven't pooped
since we left, 'cause the gas station bathrooms were gross, and
you didn't bring toilet paper."

"Oh. Sure, we'll stop somewhere to get breakfast and you can go
there."

I got my clean shirt soaked opening and closing the gate to our
property, but the drive to the nearest IHOP let me go from soaked
to damp. Then we got out in the rain again and ran inside. I
really should have brought a jacket or something. Never trust the
weatherman. If they're not lying to you about the weather,
they're bombing police stations.

Yes, I just reference a 1960's communist terrorist organization,
the leader of which mentored our current president. If you don't
want me derailing my narrative with random crap, you shouldn't be
talking to me.

Anyway, Sara ran to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to
duck into the men's room and wash up. Then I bent under the hand
drier and let it blow hot air on me and my shirt in an attempt to
dry off somewhat. Failing, I made a mental note to destroy every
public bathroom that used a blow drier instead of paper towels if
I ever became absolute dictator and walked back out. Sara had
already picked a table and was waiting for me.

We both got waffles and orange juice, and she swung her feet back
and forth, bouncing them off my knees, and chattered about how
cool camping was and all the neat stuff in the woods. To my
relief, the closest she came to mentioning our sexual escapades
was a brief comment about how she'd learned a lot... and her
example was a flower I'd told her was poisonous. Maybe I was
safe. Maybe not. Maybe she'd tell Bill and he'd peel my dick like
a banana.

She sat in the back and hummed some happy tune the entire trip
back, engrossed in the adventures of a hairy midget and thirteen
bearded, alcoholic midgets. I spent the entire trip back getting
more and more nervous about her saying something to Bill or one
of her teachers. It'd be the end of my entire life if she told
someone.

Dammit, why did I do that? Why did I take things that far? Why
the hell was I getting into sexual stuff with an 11 year old who
probably didn't even understand the full ramifications of what
we'd done? What the hell was wrong with me?

I was miserable by the time I pulled into the parking lot by the
apartment building. Fortunately, the rain was moving the other
direction and it was dry and sunny, though still cool, when we
pulled in. I grabbed our stuff from the car and brought it in,
while Sara used her key to open the door for me. Going up the
stairs with a bunch of blankets, a tent, a sleeping bag, and
dirty laundry in your arms is harder than you might expect,
incidentally.

I tossed the dirty clothes in the hamper and made a note to do
laundry later; Bill had removed the washer and drier from our
apartment to give Sara her own room, so we had to use the common
laundry room downstairs, which was a hassle, but again- location,
location, location. It was a great apartment, and it was a block
from campus.

Sara scampered off to her room, and I went into mine, shutting
the door and stripping out of my damp clothes. I grabbed fresh
clothes out of my drawers and laid them out on my bed, then
opened the door to head for the shower.

Sara was already naked and slipping into the bathroom. I reach
out and goosed her butt.

"Eeek!"

I grinned and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Hey kiddo, I thought I had first dibs on the shower!"

She gave me an indignant, pouty look, but grudgingly stepped out
of the bathroom.

"Don't use all the hot water before I get in."

"What, like you do to me all the time?"

She squawked defensively, but I glanced at the clock at the far
end of the apartment and saw it was only a little after three;
we'd made great time getting back.

And Bill wasn't due back until ten.

Well, I'd already been swimming with Sara naked two days in a row
now, and I'd fondled her privates and encouraged her to jerk me
off twice. If I was destined for the lake of fire, I might as
well swan dive into the deep end.

"You know, we could both take a shower at the same time. That way
we'd both get hot water and not have to wait on each other."

She smiled hesitantly, glanced down (at her toes or her naked
body, I don't know which) nervously, then looked up and nodded.

"Ok."

In my mind, I heard a cash register chiming. Damnedest thing.

We both headed into the bathroom and I shut the door behind us. I
climbed into the tub first and Sara got in behind me, then stood
there awkwardly while I turned the water on, adjusted the
temperature, and then turned the shower head on.

Now, if you've never showered with someone else before, allow me
to explain: it's awkward. Most tubs/shower stalls are only
designed for one person. This means that it's hard to squeeze
past one another to get the soap (though I will admit, if your
shower partner is a short 11 year old girl, that makes it
slightly easier) and only one person can be in the shower at a
time, while the other person stands there waiting their turn.
Being that I was bigger and had gotten in first, this meant I was
getting almost all the hot water and Sara was just standing there
getting some spray and whatever I splashed in her direction.

Finally, I grabbed the detachable shower head and pulled it off
the wall, and handed it to Sara.

"Here. You spray yourself while I soap you down."

She reveled in the hot water while I lathered the soap, then took
both hands and ran them all up and down her entire body. Her
arms, her legs, her butt, her back, her chest, her belly... she
giggled occasionally and posed however I told her, to give me
better access.

Then I casually reached a soapy hand down and began rubbing her
crotch. Thoroughly. I had to make sure she was clean down there,
after all.

Yeah, I don't believe it either.

She didn't give any overt reaction when I touched her privates
and just kept chattering. She rinsed herself off and then I
shampooed her hair, lathering, rinsing, and repeating (something
I never did personally, but I wanted to prolong this.) while we
discussed the finer points of Bram Stoker's Dracula, which I had
had to read in high school and she had stolen from her brother
and read a few months ago.

Then it was my turn and I held the shower head on myself while
she started soaping me down all over and explained, very
seriously, why Twilight was complete crap and it was the only
book she'd ever thrown in the trash. I knew there was a reason I
liked her; even for a well-read 11 year old, she had taste.

Then, inevitably, she reached my crotch and hesitated.

"It's ok if I touch it, right?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

She blushed a little and grinned shyly, then took me in her soft,
gentle hands and began soaping me down. I took the opportunity to
instruct her in the right way of doing things: very thoroughly,
making sure not to miss anything, and paying special attention to
soaping my penis down in much the same manner that she had jerked
me off the day before.

And of course, it wasn't long before I got an erection. She
continued soaping/jerking, staring in fascination.

"Does it feel good again?"

"Sweetie, pretty much any time a girl touches it the right way,
it feels good."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

She bent over to get a closer look and continued jerking. The
soap made me really slick, so while it was great at first, now I
wasn't getting so much out of it.

"Here, let me rinse off real quick."

I rinsed all the soap off while Sara stood at the back of the
tub, then hung the shower head up again. I was about to reach for
the shampoo when Sara pointed to my penis and said, "it's still
all big and hard."

"Yep."

Her face scrunched in an adorable look of thought and she met my
eyes.

"So doesn't it make your testacles"- she still made it rhyme with
Hercules- "uncomfortable if you don't orgasm after it gets hard?"

"Sure. They get kinda sore."

"How do you make them stop?"

"Well, you either orgasm, or you wait a really long time for them
to quit hurting."

She poked my scrotum and peered at it quizzically.

"So if you don't orgasm now, they'll hurt?"

Probably not, but it was a possibility. Like I said, blue balls
are a real thing, if exaggerated by boys trying to get their high
school sweethearts to go all the way.

"Yeah, probably."

She looked up at me innocently and asked, "Do you want to have an
orgasm then?"

I wasn't about to explain that that was like asking a starving
person if he wanted a sandwich, so I just said sure.

"It's kinda awkward in here though, let's step out of the tub."

I realize I had skipped the shampoo, but let's be honest: sexy
time comes first. Period. No exceptions. Any guy who says
otherwise (even the ones who aren't molesting little girls) is
castrated and probably gay.

I turned the shower off and stepped out of the tub, standing in
front of the sink with my legs slightly spread and penis erect.
Sara got out and at first bent over to stroke my penis, then
found it more comfortable to kneel before me and do it.

You know, now that I think about it, why was General Zod so
obsessed with having Superman kneel before him?

Ew. Nevermind. Back to the totally inappropriate enjoyment of a
little girl giving me a handjob.

I leaned back on the edge of the sink and closed my eyes,
enjoying the sensation of her small hand wrapped around my shaft
and rhythmically jerking up and down. It was glorious. It felt
wonderful. I looked down and basked in the look of concentration
on her face, damp hair stuck to her forehead. She looked up and
met my eyes with her blue gemstone orbs, grinning and blushing
simultaneously, and returned her gaze to my penis. I tried to get
her to fondle my balls a little too, but she didn't seem
enthusiastic about it, so I didn't push her.

After what seemed like an eternity of paradise, but was probably
only about five minutes, I could feel the growing pressure in my
balls and a tingling, wonderful sensation shooting up my spine
into my brain and exploding behind my eyes. My penis pumped load
after load of semen and I grunted in ecstasy. Damn. A guy could
get used to this! It was way better than masturbating to internet
porn. Feeling horny and want a better experience than just
jerking off? Get an 11 year old girl, she'll do it for you! Act
now and get a free membership in the Catholic church! Oh wait,
they're into little boys. Nevermind.

My load finally spent and my heart beating like a jackhammer, I
sighed in release and looked down to discover where I'd just
come.

All over Sara's face.

Some of it was on her forehead, but most of it was splashed
across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose, spurted
horizontally as she'd jerked her head back and shaken her face in
a vain attempt to escape the semen pumping from the dick inches
away from it. Her freckles were hidden under globs of white. Some
was dripping off the end of her nose onto her thighs, and there
was a glob covering her right eye. Her entire face was scrunched
in an expression of displeasure, and she slowly opened her left
eye, the one not covered in my semen, and released her grip on my
rapidly shrinking penis.

"Sorry kiddo, I didn't have time to warn you."

She grimaced and just sat motionless, unsure of what to do. Damn.
If only I dared to take a picture of this. Then again, taking
photos of naked 11 year olds with your jizz all over their faces
was a pretty good way to go to prison and get shanked with a
shiv, so I didn't dare to.

I laughed and helped her to her feet.

"You look so funny, kiddo."

She laughed too, holding her hands so she wouldn't drip from her
face to the floor.

"You look cute too, with that stuff all over your face."

Did you know you can see a girl blush underneath a layer of
semen? Now you do.

I picked her up by the armpits, unnecessarily, and set her in the
tub, then rinsed her off again. That done, she climbed out and we
both began drying off.

"Thank you for helping me orgasm, Sara. I appreciate that. That
was nice of you."

She grinned and looked away shyly. I hugged her naked body to
mine for a few moments, then let go and opened the bathroom door.

As I started to step into my room, Sara stopped me by grabbing my
hand.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Um... Can we not tell my brother?"

My knees almost buckled underneath me, I was so relieved. Oh
geeze. I was worried about keeping this a secret and afraid to
ask her to do so, and SHE was asking ME! Still, I wanted to
pretend there was nothing wrong or unusual about what we'd done,
so she wouldn't get weirded out by it.

"Sure. But how come?"

She blushed again and twisted away from me at the hips, arms
behind her back. I recognized it as a nervous gesture kids often
made when they were embarrassed.

"'cause."

"'cause why?"

"Just 'cause."

"Ok. We can keep it a secret. No one else will know, just us.
Ok?"

She nodded and smiled.

"Ok."

Then she suddenly hugged me and I got to enjoy the wonderful
sensation of her naked body pressed against mine. I hugged her
back after a moment of startled surprise, and she slipped out of
my arms and skittered into her room, shutting the door behind
her.

I went into my room, got dressed, and headed into the living
room. Man, I'd really dodged a bullet there! I went way over the
line repeatedly this weekend, and even took the risk of doing it
again as soon as we got back to the apartment. I must be crazy. I
went insane and started lusting after some kid like a pervert,
and now I'm so far off the rails I was actively doing things that
would forever ruin my life if anyone found out. And she not only
didn't seem weirded out by any of it, she wanted to keep it a
secret.

That was fine by me!

A minute later, she scampered into the living room and dove onto
the couch next to me, dressed in jeans, socks, and a purple
t-shirt that made me envy the blind.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

CHAPTER 19
================================================================

Halloween night was interesting. Bill, once again, was locked in
his room with his books, and since Sara wanted to go
trick-or-treating, that naturally left me holding the bag.

So I took her trick-or-treating.

She wanted to be Little Red Riding Hood, so she dressed up in a
red skirt, white blouse, and a red hoodie, sort of a modern
version of the outfit. Her basket of "gifts for grandma" doubled
for carrying her candy. She was worried her costume, which was
just stuff from her closet, was too generic, but I assured her it
was fine; she really did look cute in it.

I took her trick-or-treating in a couple well-lit, clean looking
neighborhoods that had lots of other kids running around in
costume, avoided a few that looked shady (particularly the one
full of Mexicans with three cars parked on the street on blocks),
then we circled back and cut through campus. She had a blast when
we went through the cafeteria and she saw all the college
students in costume, and the thousand year old lunch lady with
the blue hair (she wasn't in costume, she always had blue hair)
was just thrilled to see her and loaded her up with even more
candy. I think she somehow thought Sara was my daughter, even
though there's an eight year age difference between us.

Sara also insisted that I show her around campus, and she had fun
seeing all my classrooms. She laughed at the stuffed bear in the
hallway of the science building ("raaaarrr!") and chickened out
when I dared her to poke the mummified alligator with empty eye
sockets ("ew, gross!"). She insisted on drawing a flower on the
chalkboard in Professor Monotone's classroom, and I wrote in
KILROY WAS HERE and doodled a little face peeking over a wall on
the chalk board.

Then we finally made it back to our apartment and insisted on
checking all of her candy for anything suspicious; I looked it
up, and there has never been a single documented case of someone
giving kids candy that had poison, needles, or razor blades in
them (except for one where the parents killed their kid and tried
to use that as their alibi); it's all an urban myth. But, better
safe than sorry, right? I set aside a few that may have been
opened and were therefore suspect, and kept a few that I intended
to eat myself; I think that's the real reason parents check their
kid's candy.

Candy inspected, she then insisted that we watch The Wizard of
Oz. She'd be staying up past her bedtime (not that was strictly
enforced anyway), but whatever; it's Halloween, let the kid have
some fun.

She pulled the hood up on her hoodie, then sat on my lap as I
took my seat on the couch and she cross her legs indian-style. I
put my arms around her and we munched on candy together as we
watched the story of a girl who committed manslaughter with a
house, stole her shoes, fled the rightful heir of said shoes,
obeyed instructions from a con artist to break into the woman's
house, and then brutally murdered her with a caustic substance,
while Glenda the 'Good' Witch got away with engineering the whole
sordid plot.

You'll never look at that movie the same way again now.

About the time where Dorothy oils the Tin Man (tin doesn't rust,
so what the hell?), I casually rested one hand on Sara's bare
thigh while she giggled at the screen. She didn't react.

When they got to the Emerald City, I just as casually slid my
hand under her skirt and just barely brushing up against her
panties. Still no reaction, as she giggled at the door man.

After they left to confront the witch, I gently began rubbing her
through her panties. She didn't react for fifteen or twenty
seconds, then she stiffened up. I stopped rubbing her crotch and
moved my hand back to her thigh and stuck her legs out straight
in front of her, effectively denying me access. Then she relaxed
again and made faces at the flying monkeys, which were "so
creepy" according to her.

Ok then. I guess maybe she was having second thoughts about doing
anything 'naughty' now that we'd been back home for a while.

Right about the time they melted the witch, Bill's door opened
with a thud and Sara nearly levitated out of my lap. If I hadn't
still had my arms around her, she'd probably have jumped off of
me in a panic. I covered her nervous reaction by pointing at the
screen and laughing, and after a second of awkward 'what do I
do', she laughed too. Bill wandered into the kitchen, deposited a
plate in the sink, and shut himself back in his room, without
even taking notice of us.

Ok. So that's what had her shutting me down then. Which makes
sense; she didn't want her brother to know we'd done anything,
even though I'd done my best to portray it as normal and no big
deal. And, granted, Bill probably would have killed me on the
spot if he'd seen me with my hand up Sara's skirt rubbing her
through her panties, so I guess I could have been a little
smarter about it.

Come to think of it, my heart was pounding now, thinking of how I
could have been caught.

But I didn't want Sara to get more nervous about it than she was
already, or to start having second thoughts about what we'd done
already, partly because I kinda wanted to do it again and that
wouldn't happen if she was uncooperative, and partly because she
might feel guilty and tell someone about how I made her jerk me
off and then I fondled her privates.

Geez, I was worrying again. Take it from me, once you start
fondling children, you become a paranoid bundle of nerves,
because your entire life is over the second you get caught and
you know it.

But I played it cool. I gently squeezed her, giving her a hug,
and whispered in her ear that "this is my favorite part" when
Toto reveals the Wizard is a fraud. She just nodded and relaxed
again, leaning back against me.

Yeah. This could work. I could make it work. But it was going to
be hard. I had to keep myself in Sara's good graces AND I had to
worry about getting caught it.

But it would so be worth it.

Or so I thought, at the time.

CHAPTER 20
================================================================

Thanksgiving rolled around and I went home to visit my family for
the first time since I'd gone off to college. It was weird,
actually. When you're at home, you don't notice things changing
because it's gradual and you're there the whole time. When you're
gone for a few months and then return, things have progressed in
your absence and it takes some getting used to.

I guess it's true what they say; you can never really go home
again.

After Thanksgiving was over, my mom and grandmother insisted I
take leftovers up to college with me so I could "have some good,
home cooking instead of that cafeteria food". That's how I ended
up with some turkey, mashed potatoes, half a pumpkin pie, and
something made of sweet potatoes covered in slightly burnt
marshmallows that I had never liked but was too polite to refuse
when my grandmother insisted I take some.

After the long drive back up to college, I deposited my food in
the fridge and tossed all my clean laundry (hey, I don't have to
feed the washer and drier at home a bunch of quarters every time
I use them) into my closet and flopped onto the couch. Going home
had been good. It had seemed weird while I was there, but now
that I was back in the apartment at school, this seemed weird
after being at home for a couple of days. Funny how that works,
isn't it?

Sara wandered into the living room somewhat listlessly, then
immediately perked up and ran over with a grin to hug me when she
saw I was back. I hugged her back and tousled her hair and asked
how her Thanksgiving was.

"We had KFC," she said, somewhat bitterly. Bill's cooking skills
apparently weren't up to a Thanksgiving dinner and he'd just
gotten a bucket of chicken, some mashed potatoes, and a soft
drink for each of them. He could have taken her to the school
cafeteria, where they were serving a turkey dinner for students
who couldn't be home for the holiday, but I didn't mention that.
Maybe he didn't know, and I didn't want to make him look bad.

I consoled her by letting her nibble on some of the turkey I'd
brought home, and then she devoured the sweet potato stuff, so I
guess she liked it. Saved me the trouble of getting rid of it,
too.

Not much else happened after that for a while. We watched more
movies, played some video games and a board game or two, got in a
few more tickle fights, but nothing you'd want to hear more
about. Oh, and I passed my finals with flying colors, even
Professor Monotone's class.

Finally, Christmas came. It didn't feel like Christmas. I
remember when I was a kid and it slowly built up to Christmas
every year. Now when Christmas comes it feels like, "already?!"

We got a whole month off for Christmas and New Year, so I packed
my stuff and prepared to head home. Being as they had no family
to return home to, Bill and Sara were staying at the apartment. I
kinda felt sorry for her; it was her first Christmas without her
parents, and she wouldn't be getting very many presents since,
you know, no parents. So I got her two gifts.

The first I gave her the day I left for Christmas break. I'd
cleared it with Bill beforehand, just in case he got mad about
the gift; it was his name on the lease, after all.

Sara lit up when I told her I had a present for her and she could
open it now. It was just a big cardboard box I'd found, cut the
lid off of, and set over her present, so she lifted it up and
then gaped at her present. Then she bounced up and down in
excitement, hugged me around the waist, and thanked me over and
over.

It was a five gallon aquarium with half a dozen brightly-colored
fancy-tail guppies in it. All male, since they were the prettiest
and I didn't think a self-sustaining population was the best idea
since I didn't know how responsible she'd be for the little fish.
They looked kinda like betas, but wouldn't fight each other and
were about as hard to kill as gold fish, so they made excellent
pets for kids.

Bill pointed out the fish food I'd also gotten her, the filter
and how it worked, and a little booklet that described how to
take care of guppies. She was ecstatic.

Then I handed her second gift (some hair clips, ribbons, and
other jewelry and ornaments a girl would like. Nothing fancy or
expensive, but hey. That aquarium wasn't cheap.) and told her she
couldn't open it until Christmas morning. She grinned in
anticipation and ran to stick it under the two foot tall Charlie
Brown Christmas tree Bill had acquired (I call it that because it
was so beat up and pathetic, not because it was a license product
or anything.). She beamed at it for a moment, then seemed to
crumple dramatically.

"I didn't get you anything."

I tousled her hair and laughed at her, telling I didn't expect
her to get me anything and I only got her something because she
was so special. Bill told her she had a whole month to find a
present for me and that seemed to return her to bouncy and
excitable mode. I said my goodbyes and made the long drive home.

Nothing notable about the trip home, except a minor fender-bender
where some woman talking on her phone didn't check before
changing lanes and clipped my bumper; we exchanged information
and her insurance company covered the cosmetic damage, so it was
all good.

The month at home for Christmas was good, but right about the
time I'd finally gotten back into the swing of being home again,
it was time to return to college for the spring semester. Once
again, I said my goodbyes and made the long drive up to school.

I arrived at the apartment, immediately got tackle-hugged by Sara
before I even got all the way into the door, and Bill made an
appearance long enough to say 'hey' and help me carry some things
up to the apartment. Then he vanished again and left his little
sister bouncing up and down enthusiastically, telling me all
about how awesome her fish were and she'd named them Dori, Nori,
Oin, Gloin, and Hank. I asked why Hank, and she just shrugged and
said he looked like a Hank before running into her room and
running back, leaping over the back of the couch and landing on
it with all the grace and speed of a gazelle on amphetamines.
Where do kids get all that energy from? I admired her pale,
shapely legs (though, disappointingly, she was in shorts and not
a skirt or panties) and she stuck them out in front of her,
propping her bare feet on the coffee table and dramatically
thrusting the object in her hands at me.

A Christmas present. Ah.

I unwrapped it and discovered she'd gotten me a very nice
sweater, forest green, with a zip-up tube collar. She seemed
desperate to know if I liked it, and I assured her I did and put
it on to prove it. It really was a nice sweater.

I still had a day or two before classes, which I'd already signed
up for (the registrar wanted me to file a degree plan, but it
wasn't required until my sophomore year and I still hadn't
decided what I wanted to major in.), and I spent the time goofing
off around the apartment. Bill, being Bill, was gone the entire
time, apparently buying every textbook on the course list and
pumping his professors for information on what the courses would
be like before they even started. Personally, I'd learned from my
first semester and decided not to buy any textbooks until after
the class had started; that way I'd only buy the books we
actually used instead of wasting money on a bunch of them and
finding out we'd only be tested on one or two and the rest were
basically superfluous. And I'm not making the mistake of paying
$100 for a book I won't even use and selling it back for $20
again. If you ask me, the college textbook industry is basically
organized crime and everyone involved should be shot.

So while Bill was off being the perfect student, I was just
lazing about the apartment.

So it was, while I lay on my bed browsing web comics on my
laptop, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Sara peeked her head inside, then came in and looked around
curiously. She'd only been in my room once or twice.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Um... I need your help with something."

She was blushing. She always looked so cute when she did that.

"Sure. What sort of help?"

"Um... I think I have a bug bite or something. It's swollen and
kinda sore, but not itchy or anything."

"Ok, c'mere and let me have a look at it," I said, as I set my
laptop aside.

She stood next to my bed and raised her shirt up.

Whoa.

Her right nipple was swollen and puffy.

"Is it all right if I touch it?"

She nodded and I reached out and gently stroked it with a
fingertip.

"Does that hurt?"

She shook her head.

I rubbed it a few more times with my thumb, then pressed down on
it. She winced.

"Is that sore?"

"A little. It's not all itchy like a mosquito bite though."

I gently squeezed her nipple and the skin around it and
discovered a small, but definite mass underneath it. Then I
examined her left nipple; it wasn't puffy like the other one, but
it was definitely more convex than it had been. I felt around
that one and didn't find evidence of anything growing underneath
it, but it was definitely following form of her other nipple.

It looked like Christmas had brought the gift of the onset of
puberty to Sara.

"I think that's normal for a girl your age, Sara."

"It is?"

"Yup," I said, rubbing both her nipples. Strictly to make sure I
wasn't misdiagnosing it, of course.

"Why's it doing that?"

"Well... it means your breasts are starting to grow."

"They are?!"

She was startled. She also seemed horrified, or at least
unprepared for the revelation.

"Yup. Don't worry, it'll take a while, and you'll get used to it.
It's perfectly normal for a girl your age. It just means you're
growing up."

She still seemed taken aback at the news, but I decided to push
my luck. It'd been months since I'd had any real fun with her,
after all.

"Have you noticed any other changes elsewhere?"

"Like what?"

"Down here," I said, poking her pubic region through her jeans.

"I dunno. What kind of changes?"

"Well, why don't we have a look? Pull your pants down."

She fumbled with her button and zipper, then tugged her jeans
down. After waiting for a few seconds, I dryly commented that she
should probably pull her panties down too and she blushed,
chuckling a little. She slid them down and I took the opportunity
to examine her crotch from a few inches away.

Still pale and milky white, with that distinctive freckle on the
lip and the tip of her clitoral hood peeking out. Not a single
trace of peach fuzz anywhere. I gently caressed her labia with my
fingertips, still marveling at how silky soft they were, and
slightly squishy, like marshmallow. Then I parted her lips and
looked in there for the second time; still that clean, moist
pinkness, with just that arc of vestigial inner labia meeting to
form her hood. I probed in there with my index finger, feeling
along the inside of her slit, very gently pressing my fingertip
against the opening to her holy-of-holies for a moment before
using it to lift her hood and examine the tiny bump beneath it; I
rubbed my fingertip in circles over it two or three times before
she squirmed out of range, looking nervous.

"Is anything different down there?"

"Nope, everything looks the same."

"What would be different?"

"Mostly just some peach fuzz."

"Peach fuzz?" She wrinkled her nose and eyebrows, and her tone
conveyed that I'd just said something ridiculous.

"A little bit of hair, like peach fuzz."

"Girls grow hair down there?"

"Sure do."

"So my privates will look all hairy like yours?"

I laughed and shook my head; I wasn't THAT hairy.

"No, most girls shave down there. Most girls shave their legs
too. You aren't getting fuzzy legs, are you?"

She said she didn't, but I insisted on checking and she pulled
her pants off entirely, panties around one ankle, so I could
check. I examined them closely (mostly just staring at her
crotch, honestly) and ran my hands up and down her legs; not a
single trace of fuzz.

I guess while puberty was just barely starting to make her
breasts bud, it hadn't kicked in anywhere else.

She sat on my bed, still with her jeans on the floor and panties
around one ankle, and asked how long it would take for her
breasts to grow, and how hairy she'd get (she found the concept
disgusting) and how often she'd have to shave. I confessed to
being unsure of the answers and explained that every girl was
different, then described some of the changes I'd seen in my
older sister (the one I mentioned showering with) for her.

I paused in the middle of our conversation to shift position and
tried to adjust my pants so they were more comfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm... getting hard again."

"Oh. Really? I thought that only happened when it felt good."

I offered a half-hearted explanation that it could happen when
you saw a pretty girl naked, but she seemed less than interested
in the explanation.

"Can I see it again?"

It took all of my restraint not to tear my pants off then and
there. I got my pants off, removing my bulging boxers, and
finally freed my erection. The cool air in the room felt good on
my junk.

"I can touch it, right?"

"Go ahead, kiddo."

She shifted her position on the bed, not noticing her panties
sliding off her foot and onto the floor, and took me in her hand,
feeling my erection up and down with fascination. I glanced at
the clock and confirmed that Bill had only left for the book
store twenty minutes ago; he'd be gone for hours, searching for
all the right books, standing in line, etc.

After months of no erotic activity, it was go time. I lay back on
my bed, propping myself up on my pillows, and reveled in the
marvelous sensation of a little girl exploring my genitals. After
a minute or two, she seemed to have exhausted the novelty of my
crotch after seeing it for the first time in months and leaned
away.

"Are you going to finish?"

"Do I have to?" she asked reluctantly.

I considered trying to guilt her into doing it by telling her how
sore it'd make me, but I resisted the temptation.

"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. It'd
just be nice, that's all."

She thought about it for a long, agonizing moment, then shook her
head.

"Nuh-uh. I don't want my brother coming home while we're doing
it."

"Oh, right. 'cause it's a secret."

"Yeah. Secret."

"Ok. I understand," I said, a little disappointed, but not
willing to push it any further.

"Why don't you get dressed then and we'll play some video games?"

She grinned and slid back into her panties, then ran into the
living room holding her jeans above her head, shouting, "I get
Princess Peach!"

CHAPTER 21
================================================================

This semester was going to be great. I had three classes on
Mon-Wed-Fri scattered throughout the whole day, but Tues-Thur I
only had one class, and it was first thing in the morning. Once
it was over, the rest of my day was free.

Better still, one of my M-W-F courses was actually a PE course,
alternating jogging and gym exercise. I was still worried about
the infamous Freshman Fifteen and wanted to gain some muscle to
attract girls.

I'm not entirely sure why I was still worried about attracting
college girls then; I really was only concerned with one girl at
the time, and she was far from college age. After a while I just
stopped caring about girls my own age; I wonder when it actually
happened. I also often wonder how my life might have turned out
differently if I'd actually gotten a girlfriend my own age. I'd
like to think for the better.

Regardless, I had set myself up with an easy workload for the
semester, and had two days where I only had a morning class; the
best part was that Bill, being Bill, not only had three courses
M-W-F, same as me, he also had three courses T-Th, meaning he'd
be out of the apartment all day. And since two of them were
afternoon classes (3:00 and 5:00), that meant I was guaranteed
some time alone with Sara twice a week, something that made me
far giddier with anticipation than was strictly appropriate.

It wasn't until several weeks into the semester, however, that
anything happened.

It was a Tuesday. I admired Sara's bare legs and panties (pale
pink with a red ribbon on the front) at breakfast, headed out for
my only class of the day, and after returning from class I had
immediately stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers and sat on the
couch with a bowl of cereal to play the latest Call of Duty game.
Playing through the campaign took up most of the day, and by the
time dI beat it, I heard Sara coming into the apartment with her
key. She tossed her backpack to the floor, greeted me with a hug
as I put away my plate from lunch, then skipped off to her room
and shut the door. I glanced at the clock and decided it was time
for my workout; I still wasn't seeing much gain from the
exercise, but since I'd started my PE class I'd noticed that my
workout was less tiring, so I guess I was making some progress. I
went into my room and shut the door, then started stretching out.

Right as I had finished my stretches and gotten onto the floor
for pushups, there was a gentle knock on my door.

"Come in!"

Sara peeked through the door, spotted me face-down on the floor,
and came in, staring at me quizzically.

"What are you doing?"

"Working out."

"Can I watch?"

"Sure," I said, not really seeing the appeal of watching someone
exercise, but not opposed to spending time with her. She sat on
the edge of my bed and watched intently as I did pushups, situps,
bicycle kicks, and then a couple chin ups on the bar I'd set in
my closet door.

By the time I finished, I'd worked up a sweat, and, casually,
stripped off my t-shirt and boxes and grabbed a towel as if I
were on my way to the shower. Then I stopped next to Sara, still
sitting on the edge of my bed, as if I'd just remembered she was
there. My crotch was roughly at the same level as her face, and
it was clearly distracting her as she kept glancing at it, then
to my face, then back to my crotch.

"So what's up, kiddo? Did you need something?"

She shrugged, then responded, "Nah, I just wanted to see what you
were doing." Then she turned her full attention to my crotch.

"Your penis gets hard when it feels good, right?"

"Sure does," I responded, liking where this conversation was
going.

"A couple weeks ago, I think you said it got hard if you saw a
pretty girl naked, right?"

I confirmed that this was true.

She nervously brushed her hair out of her face (she kept doing
that; maybe she needed a haircut?) and met my eyes, then asked,
as if she was afraid of the answer, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're very pretty," I assured her.

She blushed shyly, then hesitantly smiled.

"Really?"

"Really. I think you're a very pretty girl."

"So... if I was naked, your penis would get hard then?"

I grinned and replied, "Why don't you take your clothes off and
we'll find out?"

She giggled and immediately slid her skirt off onto the floor,
and I reached out and tickled her. She shrieked and laughed as I
continued tickling her, then yanked her shirt off over her head
and tossed her onto the bed to resume tickling her. After a
while, I pressed my lips to her belly button and blew, making an
enormous fart noise, and she shrieked hysterical laughter and
tried to wiggle out of my grasp. Finally, I relented and she
gasped for breath, grinning up at the ceiling.

I admired her bare chest and noticed that while the right nipple,
still puffy and swollen, didn't seem to have changed, her left
one was definitely puffier than last time I saw her topless,
though not as much as her right nipple. After a while, she raised
her head to look at my penis and said, disappointingly, "It's not
hard."

"You're not naked yet," I said, grinning. She still had those
cute pink panties on. She mouthed an "oh" and quickly slid her
panties off and tossed them onto the floor, then lay back on the
bed, legs straight out and arms stiff at her side.

I admired her face, which really was pretty, framed by her long,
light brown hair that verged on blonde here and there, her
flashing blue eyes, her perfect pink lips, the freckles scattered
across her face like a dusting of pale tan sand on a white beach.
I followed the graceful curve of her neck to the flat, milky
white plain of her chest, interrupted only by the two warm, pink
mounds budding on it. From there, I followed her smooth, flat
belly down to the cleft of Venus, her thin, shapely legs, and
down to her perfectly formed feet, toes pointed downward toward
me. She looked like a painting by a Renaissance master; the sight
practically left me breathless and my heart wasn't pounding, but
racing.

"Spread your legs apart," I asked, and she immediately complied,
giving me a better view of her smooth, pale slit, graced with the
dark freckle on one side and just the tip of her hood peeking out
from between her lips. Everything I'd ever been taught told me
that this was wrong, immoral, forbidden, but something this
beautiful, this awe inspiring, couldn't be wrong.

She raised her head to get a better look at my nether regions,
and grinned when she saw my rapidly growing erection.

"You really think I'm pretty?"

"Yes. I really think you're pretty."

She sat up, tucked her legs under herself, and placed her hands
in her bare lap.

"I can touch it, right?"

"Of course!" Did she even need to ask?

She immediately took my shaft in her hand and felt it up and
down, rather than stroking.

"It gets really uncomfortable if you don't finish, right?"

"That's right."

She cupped my balls in her other hand and peered at them closely,
then met my eyes again.

"You get sore right here?"

"Sure do."

"What's it feel like?"

Oh boy.

"Well... It's hard to explain to a girl. But they get really
sore, and if a girl doesn't help you finish, it takes days to
feel better."

She released my genitals and put her hands in her lap, seeming
contemplative for a long moment. Before I could ask her what was
wrong, she looked up at me again and I swear it looked like she
was about to cry.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I got your penis hard the other day and I didn't help you
finish. I'm sorry. I was scared Bill would come home and I didn't
want him to know, so I didn't, and..."

"It's ok, sweetie. I understand. You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do."

"But it hurt, right?"

Only my ego.

"A little. But it went away after a while."

She sniffed, then took my shaft in her hand again and began
stroking.

"Well today I'm not gonna let you feel bad, ok?"

Fine with me.

I enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her little hand wrapped
around my shaft and jerking at a steady pace for about a full
minute, then I decided that if I was going to hell, I was getting
reservations at the hottest table. It was time to see how eager
she was to learn.

"Hey, kiddo? You want to try something new?"

"What's that?"

"Something that'll really make me feel good. Even better than
this."

"Really?"

"Do you know what a blowjob is?"

She let go of my dick and brushed her hair back, looking at me
innocently as she shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. I heard some boys from class talking about it, but I
don't know what it is."

"It's... kind of like a special kiss. Girls give it to boys they
really like, and it feels really good, even better than what
you're doing right now."

She brushed her hair back again and leaned back, resting her
weight on her elbows and giving me another wonderful look at her
naked body.

"How's it work?"

"Well, basically you put my penis in your mouth."

"Gross!"

"It's not gross!"

"You pee from there!"

"Well, not right now!"

She giggled at that, then shook her head in disbelief.

"No way! That's weird!"

"It's not weird."

"Girls really do that?"

"Only if they really like the boy."

She suddenly got a serious look on her face and sat up again.

"Do girls really do that? Put boys... things in their mouths?"

"Of course they do. Here, I'll prove it."

I picked up my laptop, googled 'blowjob', then brought up a
couple of pictures. She stared in fascination.

"That is so gross. Why do they do that?"

"Because they like the boy they're doing it to, and want him to
feel really good."

She closed my laptop, a look of consideration on her face.

"Do you want to try it?"

She wrinkled her face in displeasure and asked, "What's it taste
like?"

"I have no idea," I replied honestly. "It can't taste too bad
since girls do it all the time."

Yes, I was subtly pressuring her into sucking my dick, and no,
her simple and innocent 11 year old mind didn't suspect that. I
am definitely going to the special hell for taking advantage of
her.

She held one finger to her chin and twisted to one side in a
gesture of nervousness or embarrassment, staring at my penis and
making an odd noise in the back of her throat.

"Tell you what, if you're too scared to try it, why don't we do
something easier?"

"What?"

"Kiss it."

"Kiss it?!"

"Yeah. Just kiss the head."

"Nn-nn." She shook her head and blushed.

"Chicken."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Bawk, bawk-bawk-bawk!"

She slapped me on the thigh and grinned.

"Cut it out!"

"Only if you kiss it, sissy!"

"Do I have to?"

"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But
you'll still be a sissy." Then I clucked at her some more.

She grabbed my penis, squeezing more than was really comfortable,
closed her eyes, puckered up her lips, and darted her head in,
barely brushing the tip of my penis with her lips.

"There! I did it! Now stop calling me chicken!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just teasing, you know that, right?"

She nodded absentmindedly and touched her lips with her
fingertips, as if expecting them to feel different.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head.

"Now, you wanna try it for real?"

She gave a comical expression of disgust, shook her head wildly
so her hair flew everywhere, and made a "blblblbbbl!" sound with
her cheeks. I laughed; regardless of whether or not I was
inappropriately sexually attracted to her, she really was funny.

After a moment, she laughed too, smiling nervously. Then she
opened her mouth and leaned forward toward my penis, then jerked
away at the last second, blushing. She did this several more
times, and kept getting a laugh out of me. Then she did it again,
this time making a "scarmf!" noise like a cartoon character
taking a bite out of something and snapped her teeth a few inches
away from my penis.

"Whoa, now!"

She giggled for a while, wiggling her butt into a more
comfortable position on my bed, then seemed to sober. She reached
out and gently squeezed my shaft from its base all the way up to
the head and squeezed that as well. She still seemed nervous.

"Tell you what, why don't we make this easier: all you have to do
is close your eyes and open your mouth and I'll put it in there,
just for a few seconds."

She twisted her mouth to one side and cocked her head in serious
contemplation.

"And I'll only put the head in."

"The pink part?"

"Right. Just that part, not the whole thing."

She instantly relaxed and started squeezing the head and tugging
on it gently, as if to see what it would be like in her mouth.

"Weeeeeell..."

"Just for a few seconds."

She sat up straight and closed her eyes.

"There's a good girl! Now open your mouth..."

She opened her mouth only a little and winced in anticipation.

I leaned forward and put my hand on the back of her head to hold
her steady.

"Now remember, no teeth."

"Uh-huh."

I pressed the tip of my penis against her open lips and she
closed her mouth; after a moment, she opened it again, still only
a little. I gently pressed against her lips until she stopped
resisting and felt the head slide into her mouth, feeling her
lips shut around my shaft just behind the head.

Oh shit. The feeling was indescribable. I could feel her breath
from her nostrils blowing onto my shaft, and my head felt warm
and moist. It was great. I could feel as her tongue moved back to
avoid contact with my penis, ran out of room, then returned to
its rest position, sliding under my head. I shivered at the
sensation of that warm, moist appendage's touch.

This tableau held for what seemed like an eternity, but was
probably only ten seconds. Then I slowly pulled most of the way
out of her mouth and gently slid back in, keeping my promise to
only insert the head. I did this four or five times before
pulling out entirely. She opened her eyes and wiped her mouth
with the back of her hand; a deep red blush was spreading across
her face, her ears, and down her neck.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head.

"So... what's it taste like?"

She pondered for a moment, then shrugged.

"I dunno. Not like anything I ever tried before."

"Well, have you ever had a boy's penis in your mouth before?"

"No!" she exclaimed, giggling.

"Well, there you go then!"

I reached down and tickled her armpit and she slapped my hand,
smiling.

"You wanna try it with your eyes open this time?"

She waffled for another minute or so, then opened her mouth for
me.

Fuck yes, Tuesdays are gorram awesome.

CHAPTER 22
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Sara squeezed her eyes shut as my penis got closer to her mouth
and I paused. After a few seconds with nothing happening, she
opened her eyes again, only to see my dick looming just an inch
or two in front of her face. She fell back on the bed, covered
her face with her hands, and devolved into a hysterical laughing
fit.

I found myself laughing too, and after a while, she got control
of herself and sat up again, her face a few inches from my penis.

"This is so weird," she said, laughter still in her voice.

"You ready this time?"

She nodded and opened her mouth, not quite closing her eyes this
time. I slowly leaned forward until the head of my penis brushed
against her lips and she shut her eyes again.

Fuck it. She was still willing, so it's all systems go. Instead
of waiting for her to open her eyes, I slid the head into her
mouth.

It rested there for ten seconds or so before she opened her eyes
and found herself staring down the length of my shaft into my
neatly trimmed pubes. She studied the view for a moment, then
looked up to meet my eyes. I smiled at her; she didn't smile
back, but then it would have been hard to tell since she had a
mouth full of dick. Her eyes returned to my shaft and gently
nibbled at the head with her lips, carefully keeping her teeth
from touching, as requested. I shuddered at the electric jolt of
pleasure shooting up my spine as I felt her tongue slide around
inside her mouth and then eventually start probing the head of my
penis; her tongue first felt the underside, curling the tip to
brush against the head, then it slid all around the sides, top,
and tip of my head. I gasped and it was all I could do to hold
still and not blow my load right then and there. After only a
minute or so, but what felt like an eternity, she grasped my
shaft in her hand and took my penis out of her mouth; a long,
thin strand of either spit or pre-cum trailed from her lower tip
to the tip of my penis.

She smacked her lips thoughtfully a couple times, then cocked her
head quizzically.

"It tastes kinda... I dunno, salty? And... kinda like pennies
smell."

"Metallic?"

"Yeah, that."

Without any prompting, she put the head of my penis into her
mouth and swirled it around in her mouth with her tongue, probing
and tasting it experimentally. I felt my head brush against her
teeth, then press against her cheeks, and then she curled her
tongue around it as best she could. Damn, this was amazing! She
didn't know anything about blowjobs (and, to be honest, I'd never
gotten one before, so I didn't have any experience either), but I
could certainly see why they were popular!

The contrast between her warm, moist mouth on my head and her
cool puffs of breath on my shaft produced the most amazing
effect. All too soon, she took me out of her mouth again and
lipped her lips, still looking at my penis with a quizzical look
on her face.

"So, do you like it?"

She shrugged.

"It's not bad, I guess. How does it feel?"

"It feels AMAZING!"

She smiled and brushed her hair back, blushing a little.

"Really?"

"Really! You're doing a good job, kiddo. You're gonna help me
finish, right?"

She nodded, then paused as something seemed to occur to her.

"When you orgasm, your tastacles-' she still made it rhyme with
Hercules- "are gonna squirt that white, snotty stuff out your
penis, right?"

"The semen? Yeah, every time. That's how you know I'm finished."

"What do we do with it?"

I looked at her like I didn't understand what she was talking
about, trying to subtly influence her.

"What do dou mean?"

"When it squirts out, then what? When it happened at the pond and
in the bathroom, we washed it off with water. What do we do when
you finish here?"

"Well, most girls when they give a blowjob just swallow the
semen."

She stuck her tongue out in a pantomime of gagging and said,
"gross!"

"It's not gross, girls do it all the time! You want me to show
you?"

She shook her head.

"No, I believe you. It's just... weird, that's all."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

She responded by slowly, almost reluctantly, opening her mouth,
inviting me to put my penis inside it again.

Fuck yes, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons were going to be the
BEST if I could do this on a regular basis!

I leaned forward to insert the head into her mouth again, feeling
her warm lips close around it and her moist, slippery tongue
slide beneath it. I then guided her to wrap her hand around my
shaft and jerk me off, which she did. She kept her eyes open,
watching my face.

After a while, I slowly started thrusting back and forth in her
mouth, not even pulling my head out, just giving it a back and
forth motion. She didn't seem to mind, and continued jerking my
shaft in the same rhythm she'd developed earlier.

Oh, shit, this was amazing. I have no idea if a blowjob is the
same regardless of who gives it, but this was my first, I was
getting sucked by a gorgeous 11 year old girl I'd had an
unhealthy attraction to for months, and it felt indescribably
awesome.

I began to breathe heavily, like I was working out again, and put
my hand on Sara's head, stroking her hair gently as I slowly
thrust back and forth inside her mouth.

"Oh, you're doing good, sweetie. You're doing real good."

She didn't respond, but she did keep up the pace with the
jerking; eventually her arm got tired and she switched hands.

Oh man. Oh man, this was it. I felt the tension building inside
my balls, felt the electric build up in my whole body. I stopped
her hair and put my hand around the back of her head to keep her
from moving when I came. She'd been watching my face almost the
entire time, and I focused on her brilliant blue eyes, framed by
her light brown hair and the spray of freckles across her pale
face, her lips and cheeks bulging slightly every time I thrust. I
tensed up, breathing rapidly, holding out as long as I could
until...

I was a gentleman. I kept my promise and didn't insert any of the
shaft into her mouth, no matter how badly I wanted to thrust
deeper as the moment of climax arrived. I couldn't take it
anymore and I blew my load, could feel my dick pulsing hard as
semen shot out over and over again. She made a muffled sound as I
ejaculated heavily into her mouth, but my hand held her in place
as she tried to jerk away.

"Swallow it, quick!"

I could FEEL her swallowing, as it pulled at the head of my
penis, and I watched her adam's apple bob (girls do have them, by
the way, they're just not as pronounced) and I pulled out of her
mouth, a little bit of jizz still dribbling out of my penis.

She coughed and spat, leaning forward, and I quickly sat on the
end of the bed next to her and patted her bare back as she
continued to cough.

"You ok, kiddo?"

She nodded, then coughed again. I grabbed a water bottle from
beside my bed and gave it to her and she quickly drank almost
half of it before finally gasping.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just choked a little. I think it went down the wrong way
when I swallowed."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said, hugging her bare body to mine. "I
didn't mean to do that to you."

"No, you didn't do it. It just happened, is all."

I moved one arm so I could stroke her hair again while still
hugging her, the warmth of her bare skin surprising.

"Well, it wasn't so bad, wasn't it?"

She shook her head, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand
and taking another sip from the water bottle.

"Nuh-uh. It tasted weird and it was all slimy, but it wasn't that
bad."

"Good. I'm glad you didn't dislike it."

She nodded, propping her feet up on their heels and wiggling her
toes.

"Did you like it?"

"Sara, I liked that very much. I think that's the nicest thing
any girl has ever done for me."

I wasn't lying or even exaggerating; up to that point, it really
was the nicest thing any girl had ever done for me.

She blushed and twisted away slightly, embarrassed. I think it
was her shy innocence, combined with her curiosity and
willingness, that most attracted me to her.

"Um..."

I waited for her to continue.

"That, uh... that was something special that girls do for boys,
right?"

"Right."

"Boys they really like, right?"

She brushed her hair back behind her ear and turned to look me in
the face intently, as if the answer were really important.

"Of course."

"Like, boyfriend-girlfriend, like each other?"

I nodded, rubbing her side absentmindedly with my thumb.

She blushed a little, but didn't look away as she asked, "So...
am I your girlfriend now?"

Holy shit. I wasn't really expecting that. My heart, which was
just starting to slow down from my orgasm a minute earlier,
suddenly kicked into overdrive again.

"Well, I'm not sure. Let's discuss that for a bit, kiddo."

I slid back further onto the bed and lay down comfortably, head
propped up against my pillows. She joined me, spooning up against
me quite nicely and turning her head to face me; I propped her
head up with my right arm and cupped her small buttocks with my
hand, and casually rested my other hand on her waist. We cuddled
like that as we spoke.

"I'm not really sure you're old enough for that kind of
relationship. And a lot of people would think it was kinda weird
if you had a boyfriend who was as old as I am." This was the
first I'd even hinted that what we were doing wasn't normal. She
nodded and replied, "Like Bill?"

"Yeah, like Bill. I don't think he'd understand, do you?"

"Nuh-uh."

"So I guess what it really comes down to is... do you like me
that way?"

Most kids, I'm sure, would have just said yes without even
thinking about. She took the question seriously and pondered it
for a good two minutes, wiggling her toes against my shins. I
gently massaged her buttcheek with my hand while I waited for her
answer.

"I think so. I like you. I really, really like you. You're nice
to me, you're cool, you're fun, and you treat me serious. You
don't blow me off 'cause I'm a kid; you act like I'm a real
person."

"That's because you are a real person, kiddo," I said, leaning in
and gently pecking her on the cheek. She looked up at me, a sense
of urgency in her eyes, and her voice wavered a little as she
asked, "Do you like me?"

"Yes. I like you very much. I think you're cool too. Cool, and
funny, and very pretty."

She flushed slightly, just a hint of pink across her cheeks and
the tips of her ears, and she hugged me.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend, then?"

"I dunno, you sure you want some old dude for your boyfriend?"

She snickered and slapped me on the shoulder, grinning.

"I guess that's a yes!"

We cuddled together like that for a while longer. I kept trying
to think of what this meant and how it would affect things, but
my thoughts kept skittering around it. I focused on her face and
she seemed to be staring off into space, smiling subtly. I
wondered what she was thinking.

"When does Bill get back?"

I looked over her head at my clock and answered, "not for a
couple more hours."

Then I looked down at her and asked, "Why, you wanna keep doing
this?"

She grinned and nodded.

"Ok."

I sat up and patted my lap.

"Sit here, and let's give you a turn."

CHAPTER 23
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Sara wiggled around so she was in my lap and I slid my hand down
toward her crotch; she spread her legs for me without hesitation,
smiling slightly as she tilted her head back to look at me. I
smiled back and began gently rubbing her outer labia with my
fingertips and hugged her with my other arm. She giggled and
wriggled around in my lap.

I continued gently rubbing her up and down, then kissed her on
the forehead and changed tack; with just my index and middle
fingers, I began rubbing up and down her smooth, clean slit. As I
watched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, I began gently
rubbing her swollen right nipple with the tip of my other thumb.
Her eyes widened slightly and she giggled again.

"That feels weird!"

"Does it?"

"Keep doing it."

I eagerly obeyed, continuing to gently rub her nipple and slit at
the same time for about a minute.

Then, while continuing to play with her nipple, I stopped rubbing
her crotch and began probing for her vagina with my finger; I
soon found it, more from its moist warmth than anything else, and
began to gently press my finger against her opening when she
wrinkled her forehead and put one hand on top of mine.

"Don't."

"What's wrong?"

She just shook her head and removed her hand. Confused, I resumed
rubbing up and down her slit for a while and she relaxed again,
smiling.

"So does that feel good?"

"Yeah. It makes me feel weird inside, like, all tingly. Kinda
like when you're really scared, but... not. Y'know?"

I nodded and continued petting her, giving her another kiss on
the forehead.

"So you like it?"

She nodded, then shifted position in my lap slightly so she could
raise her pelvis, giving me better access. I could feel the
stirrings in my penis again. Damn if this wasn't the hottest
thing I'd ever participated in.

Experimentally, I very gently squeezed around her nipple and
stopped almost immediately as she winced and made a hiss of
indrawn breath.

"You don't like that?"

".... they're sore. Keep doing it like you were."

"Ok."

After a while, I shifted the rubbing so it concentrated more on
the region around her clitoris. I didn't see any overt reaction
from her, so I started to rub a little harder. She quivered a
little in my lap, clenched her hands into fists, and closed her
eyes. I started rubbing in little circles over her clitoral hood,
and her eyes snapped open, her back arched, and she shot her
hands down to her crotch.

"WHOA!"

Startled, I stopped rubbing and looked at her. She flushed red,
cupping her crotch with both hands, and gave me a wide-eyed look.

"That feels WEIRD!"

"Do you like it?"

She waffled for a minute, then made an 'eh' kind of expression as
if she were unsure of herself.

"I dunno. It feels really weird."

"But it's a good kinda weird, right?"

She shifted uncomfortably and gave a noncommittal shrug.
Disappointed and worried I might be going too fast for her, I
asked if she wanted to just go back to the rubbing she'd enjoyed
earlier.

"No, I think I'm ok for now," she replied and scooted off my lap
back onto the bed beside me.

What the hell, did I scare her off somehow? Maybe she was just
taken by surprise by the way her body responded and didn't know
what to do? Before I could say anything else, she announced that
she had to go to the bathroom and literally ran out of my room
and slammed the bathroom door behind her.

Dammit, I scared her off somehow. Maybe I was going too fast? I
didn't know what it was I'd done wrong, so how could I avoid
doing it again unintentionally?

Oh, you know what you're doing wrong, you sick bastard. You just
came in a little girl's mouth and molested her.

I tried to shake the sudden guilt crashing down on me like a load
of bricks, but it seemed like my conscience had decided to return
just then to torment me. Great timing, asshole.

I was saved by the flushing toilet, and Sara emerged from the
bathroom, blushing slightly and looking embarrassed about
something. She snapped out of it quickly and flung her naked body
onto the bed next to me, grinning, and suddenly snarled like an
animal, her little hands darting toward my rib cage.

Oh, come on, a tickle fight NOW? I was at my most vulnerable,
nude and wrestling with my inner demons, and now I was wrestling
with a naked little girl on my bed. She found the one spot I'm
actually ticklish in and I started laughing, then I struck back
with a vengeance. If this was a tickle war, then my counterattack
was like the Soviets crashing through the Fulda Gap to kick off
WWIII. She howled with hysterical laughter and thrashed her arms
and legs to dislodge me.

Finally, she surrendered and I stopped tickling her. We lay side
by side on the bed, and I watched her heaving chest as she panted
and grinned at the ceiling. I felt the stirring down below again
as she sat up and faced me, smiling.

She noticed my growing erection, and though she was a bit
hesitant she didn't ask my permission this time as she took it in
her hand and began stroking.

She really was perfect in every way possible, except for the fact
that I'd get twenty years in prison for this if anyone ever found
out.

I stretched out and laid back, relaxing totally and losing myself
in the pleasurable sensation as her small, soft hand slowly
jerked the shaft of my penis. Have you ever stopped and realize
that you were experiencing a perfect moment, one you would look
back on fondly, all too aware that it would end soon and you'd
never get that moment back? I did, right then.

Well, if this was a perfect moment, I might as well get the most
out of it.

"You wanna put it in your mouth again?"

She wavered for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and took me
inside. I had to guide her to keep jerking my shaft, but she got
back into it quickly.

"Try moving your head up and down too, like your hand."

She slowly bobbed her head up and down a couple times, meeting my
eyes as if to ask if she was doing it right.

"That's good, sweetie! Keep doing that."

She slowly bobbed her head up and down, the head of my penis
never fully leaving her mouth, and continued jerking me with her
hand. I rested one hand on the back of her head and stroked her
hair again.

"Oh, that's great. You're doing really good, kiddo. That feels
awesome."

After a while, I could myself getting close to climax and
whispered a request for her to go faster. She took me out of her
mouth and stretched her jaw, then looked at me and said, "My
neck's getting sore."

"That's ok. You can just hold it in your mouth and do the rest
with your hand; you're almost done."

She nodded, took me into her mouth again, and held her head still
as she continued jerking. I rested my head against my pillow,
closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sheer pleasure her warm,
moist mouth gave me and...

I grunted as I achieved orgasm and ejaculated into her mouth, my
hand holding her head in place in case she got startled and tried
to pull away; she didn't. I didn't come nearly as much as the
first time, and she quickly swallowed it and sat up, smacking her
lips and going, "bleagh".

"That was great, sweetie. You did a really good job."

She smiled and brushed her hair back out of her face and asked,
"Really?"

"Really. C'mere."

She flopped on top of me and we squeezed each other in a bear hug
and just sort of snuggled for a while.

"So, do you like doing this?"

She nodded, digging her chin into my breast bone uncomfortably.

"Yeah. This is fun. I like doing grown up stuff like this."

"So do you like it better when I touch you, or when you touch
me?"

She thought about it for a while, kicking her heels back and
forth in the air above us, then shrugged.

"I dunno. It's just fun no matter what."

"Well, good. I'm glad you enjoy it, kiddo."

I hugged her again and she hugged me back, closing her eyes and
snuggling on top of me, the top of her head tucked under my chin.
I glanced at the clock.

Shit. Bill was due back in half an hour. If I didn't want him to
bring back defenestration as a method of expressing displeasure,
we needed to NOT be naked in bed together and covered in each
other's bodily fluids.

"Hey kiddo, your brother's gonna be back soon. We'd get cleaned
up and dressed."

She reluctantly rolled off of me, and I goosed her butt as I got
off the bed, eliciting an indignant squawk. I quickly herded her
into the shower and we washed each other off and shampooed
without wasting time on any naughty shenanigans like last time.
We finished showering in ten minutes, toweled off, shut ourselves
in our respective rooms, and got dressed.

Once I had clean clothes on, I headed into the kitchen to star
some macaroni and cheese for dinner. Just in time too; I heard
the key enter the lock and then Bill came into the apartment,
tossing his backpack on the table.

"I just got an A on my first paper of the semester! Whadda say we
celebrate with a few rounds of Super Smash Brothers?"

"Sure, right after eat. Go tell your sister that dinner's ready."

The three of us ate at the table, Bill in an unusually good mood
and Sara chattering about her day at school in between bites. I
mostly just nodded and made encouraging sounds to keep her
talking while I ate, ignoring that she was rhythmically kicking
my knees with her bare feet.

Dinner finished, we turned on the Wii and Bill and I proceeded to
alternate victories, tying the score. One last tie-breaker match
also went about evenly until the last moment, when...

Bill tossed the controlled on the couch and jumped to his feet,
shouting.

"WHOOOOOOO! GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER! VICTORY IS MINE!"

Head bowed in shame, I surrendered my controller to Sara as she
leaped over the back of the couch, sat indian-style, and
immediately challenged the victor.

She creamed him three out of four. I felt a little better.

And I was definitely looking forward to Thursday.

CHAPTER 24
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Thursday came and when I got back from class I was tingling all
over in anticipation. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I
was past the point of no return now. I did some exercises to work
off my nervous energy, took a cold shower, and waited in my room
clad only in my boxers.

Then I spent the next couple hours screwing around on 4chan and
Cracked, got sucked into tvtropes yet again, and finally emerged
for air. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of orange
juice and as I was pouring it, I heard the door unlock and looked
up just in time for Sara to walk in.

"Hey, kiddo! How was school?"

"Ok, I guess. My classmates suck and the teacher's boring. I'm
gonna toss my stuff in my room."

"Okey-dokey."

I chugged my juice, set the glass in the sink without bothering
to rinse it, and went into my room and shut the door. My heart
was racing and my fingers were tingling again.

Oh, man. Oh man! I was excited, but nervous at the same time. Not
about getting caught, we still had a couple hours before Bill was
due back, I was nervous that she wouldn't want to do anything
naughty with me. I'd already decided to proceed at her own pace
and let her come to me, and I was worried she wouldn't want to.

There was a quiet knock on the door.

"It's open!"

Sara came in, grinning, and shut the door behind her. She was
wearing only her t-shirt and panties. The ones with the
condemning cartoon frogs on them.

Seems I had nothing to worry about after all; she was ready and
willing.

She was nervous too, apparently, because she blushed shyly and
asked, "Um, did... did you wanna... um..."

I chuckled, tousled her hair while she squawked indignantly, and
slid my boxers off. She grinned and quickly pulled off her shirt
and panties, standing before me stark naked.

Wow, she was beautiful. Pale skin as smooth and pure as a
Renaissance sculpture, swollen pink buds where her breasts would
someday be, the smooth cleft of Venus with just the tip of her
hood peeking out and the freckle on her left lip... Every time I
looked at her, I just wanted to stare forever. I met her gorgeous
blue eyes and smiled back at her, then sat on the edge of the
bed.

She crouched down in front of me, took my penis into her hand
without asking, and began gently stroking, trying to get me hard.

As odd as it sounds, while this was going on, I asked her for
more details about her day at school, which she seemed reluctant
to provide, and it eventually came out that she had done poorly
on a math quiz. Math was never my strong suit, but I offered to
help her study and she grinned again and said I was the best
friend she'd ever had as she stroked my erect cock.

Somewhere in hell, I have a reservation, probably engraved in
stone and waxing poetic about how I willfully corrupted a young
girl. At the moment, I didn't care. I had a beautiful, friendly,
and eager 11 year old jerking me off.

"You wanna try what we did last time?"

She made a face and blew a raspberry, but after some hesitation
she agreed to give me a blowjob again. She seemed reluctant, but
I could tell that she did want to try it again.

This time, it was all up to her. I was letting her do things on
her own. After a little more waffling, she finally took the head
of my penis into her mouth.

"OUCH! Hey, watch the teeth!"

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"It's ok, kiddo, you just grazed me. But be careful, it's
sensitive, remember?"

She nodded frantically, seemed a little afraid to try again, but
eventually put me back in her mouth. I had to guide her at this
point, but soon she was slowly bobbing her head up and down on my
cock and I was in paradise.

I put one hand on her head and gently stroked her hair as she
sucked amateurishly (I wasn't going to complain, since I was just
as inexperienced, she was the only one willing to blow me, and it
felt fantastic anyway.) and whispered gentle encouragement.

"You're doing good, baby girl. That feels great. Wanna go a
little faster now? There you go. That's it. You're doing a good
job!"

Ah, there we go! After only a few minutes, I felt that familiar
tension in my balls, the tingling in my lower spine...

"Ok sweetie, get ready. Try not to spill it, ok?"

She started to nod, decided that was a bad idea, and just rested
her hands on my thighs. I held her head in my hand in case she
tried to pull away, but she never moved.

I finished the job by jerking myself with my free hand and within
seconds I was in ecstasy, wave after wave of pure paradise
accompanying each spurt of semen into Sara's mouth. I finally
finished ejaculating and took my hand off her head and she pulled
back slowly, my dick flopping out from between her lips. Her
cheeks were bulged comically and she seemed unsure what to do
next. A little of my jizz was on her lips and dribbling down to
her chin.

"Let me see. Open your mouth."

She complied and I decided that the one thing that turned me on
more than anything I'd ever seen was a cute 11 year old girl on
her knees, naked, with her mouth full of my semen. I nearly
achieved another erection just from the sight of it.

"Ok. Go ahead and swallow."

She closed her mouth and swallowed noisily, then made a 'bleagh'
sound and wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"Do you not like how it tastes?"

She shook her head and climbed up onto the bed with me.

"No, it doesn't taste bad, it's just... weird. You know?"

She pulled her knees up to her bare chest and brushed her hair
out of her face as she looked up at me. I put an arm around her
and pulled her to me in a hug.

"Nope, can't say that I do know. I've never tried the stuff
myself."

I grinned and she giggled, then we both laid back on the bed
together, side by side.

I placed my hand on her smooth, pale belly and gently stroked up
and down.

"So you really like doing this sort of thing?"

She nodded, hugging my other arm.

"Think you're ready for a turn now?"

In answer, she spread her legs and I obligingly slid my hand down
there.

CHAPTER 25
================================================================

I slid my hand down to her crotch and gently stroked her smooth,
soft labia. Giggling, she announced, "that tickles!" I blew a
raspberry and she responded in kind as I continued to softly
caress her labia.

After a little while, I ran one finger across the little hint of
her hood peeking out from between her lips and it was like a jolt
went through her. She gasped, then laughed, blushing, and I
grinned at her and continued with the slow, gentle stroking.

After another minute or two, she started to relax, her body
melting into mine, as I continued rubbing.

"Do you like this?"

"It feels good," she declared, holding my free hand in both of
hers. I gently kissed her on the forehead, which was as far as I
could reach while positioned like this, and told her to close her
eyes. She complied, trusting me implicitly.

I had a little girl's unquestioning trust, and I was abusing it
like this. Afterward, I could see the newspaper headlines about
how I was the worst kind of criminal scum for 'corrupting the
innocence of a child', but at the moment I didn't think about
anything but... this. This one moment of paradise. I had a
beautiful young girl who trusted me, liked me, thought I was
cool, and she made me feel good. Now it was my turn to make her
feel as good as she made me feel, and I intended to return the
favor.

I gradually increased the speed of my stroking, watching her
labia stretch, squish, and move as I rubbed them. I got closer
and closer to the center until I was rubbing down her soft, moist
slit, her hood between my fingers. I'm not entirely certain, but
I think the way I was doing it was putting pressure on her
clitoris without stimulating it directly. She was certainly
responding positively.

Her face was flushed and her breathing was fast and shallow, eyes
squeezed shut. A soft moan escaped her lips and I intensified my
rubbing a little more. She arched her hips slightly, giving my
hand better access to her holiest of holies, and I looked away
from her face to... whoa.

Her crotch was pink, not pale white like marble. Could crotches
blush? I was just starting to realize this meant she was actually
aroused by what I was doing, when my middle finger made another
pass through her slit and came out warm and... slimy.

It took a second for me to figure that out, and I did the dumbest
thing possible at that moment.

I stopped stroking her crotch, looked at my hand, and announced
in a surprised voice, "You're wet!"

Sara's eyes shot open, her legs snapped shut, and she practically
levitated off the bed, running out of the room before I even
realized what was happening. The door to her room slammed shut
before I even got out of my bed.

I knocked on the door and asked if she was all right and got no
response. After a few moments of awkwardly standing naked outside
a little girl's bedroom, I went back into my room, retrieved her
shirt and panties, and stuck them in the laundry hamper.

Then I got dressed and sat down on the couch wondering what the
hell just happened and vaguely aware that I'd screwed up somehow.

CHAPTER 26
================================================================

I didn't see Sara again until the next morning, when she emerged
for breakfast in her usual night shirt and panties. I tried to
break the ice by asking how she slept, what she thought they
would do in school today, and other attempts at small talk, but
all I got out of her was a near-constant blush and a few awkward
mutters. Bill seemed not to notice, absorbed in a biology
textbook. I gave up trying to get her out of her shell,
remembered I had a test I hadn't studied for, and cracked open a
book while I ate my cereal.

Bill left without saying anything, Sara got dressed and also left
without saying anything, and I headed off to class knowing I'd
screwed things up somehow, but not quite what it was that I did.

I made it through my classes, even the exam, and got back to the
apartment shortly after Sara, judging by the backpack tossed
haphazardly on the floor. Bill wasn't home yet, so I knocked on
her door.

"Hey kiddo, you wanna play Smash Bros?"

I got a muffled response that sounded like 'no' and retreated to
my room. Was she embarrassed or something, or was it something I
said? I mean, I did kind of just blurt out that she was wet;
maybe she misunderstood? Or didn't know what was going on? She
was just a kid, after all. If I was surprised that she could get
wet (hell, I'd never even had a girlfriend before, I didn't know
it was possible for prepubescent girls), what about her?

She finally started interacting with me again over the weekend,
coming out of her room to join me and Bill in a few rounds of
Mario Kart and watching a movie with us. By Monday, she was her
usual self, wandering out in her shirt and panties (yellow with
sunflowers making various faces; I swear the one that looked like
it was screaming in horror was placed directly over her butthole
on purpose) like a zombie, but slowly waking up throughout
breakfast until she was kicking my shins with her bare feet and
chattering about how she was going to ace an english test thanks
to my tutoring. Bill actually became aware of the outside world
just then, telling her he was sure she'd do just fine on the test
and that I was a smart guy she should listen to. Then he winked
at me, quietly said, "thanks", and got up to put away his dishes
before leaving for class.

As she got up to deposit her dishes in the sink, I goosed Sara's
butt, eliciting an indignant squawk, then headed out the door to
my own classes, waiting for her to leave so I could lock the door
behind her.

That afternoon, she was a real chatterbox, talking about how the
other girls at her school were so stupid and all they could talk
about was tv and boy bands. I wasn't even aware boy bands were
still a thing, but you learn something new every day. When I
asked her about her test, she seemed to think she had done well
and I got a hug while she thanked me for helping her with her
homework.

Then she held out her math book and gave me puppy dog eyes until
I sat down at the table and helped her out. Call me a sucker for
a pretty girl.

Tuesday I barely paid attention in my classes, eager for what I
hoped awaited me back at the apartment. I power walked back from
campus, did a set of sit ups and push ups to work off some of my
energy, took a quick shower, and waited in my boxers for Sara to
get home.

My hopes were quickly realized when she came in the door, tossed
her backpack on the floor, and immediately removed her skirt and
tossed it on the floor in the bathroom. Then, blushing and
twisting at the waist awkwardly, she giggled and looked at me as
I posed with my hands on my hips.

I slid my boxers down and raised my eyebrows.

"You wanna?"

"Uh-huh!"

She quickly stripped off her shirt and panties and dived onto my
bed enthusiastically. I slid in beside her, cuddling up to her,
feeling my erection throb as it grew steadily.

"So, little lady: you want to do boyfriend and girlfriend type
things?"

She nodded and I scooted her into my lap, where she almost
straddled my dick; then I slid my hand down to her slit and
resumed where I'd left off Thursday, slowly and gently rubbing
her soft, silky labia. She giggled and squirmed once or twice
("it tickles!", and "it feels weird! No, keep doing it.") and we
discussed her day at school as I gently fondled her privates. I
gradually moved closer and closer to her slit, keeping the bit of
her hood peeking out between both of my fingers as I rubbed and
she slowly melted against me. Her breathing got faster and she
closed her eyes as she leaned against me, a quiet moan just
barely escaping her lips.

"Do you like this?"

She nodded and I paused for a moment to examine her crotch; it
was bright pink again, not its usual pale white. She was
definitely aroused now.

I continued my stroking, gradually increasing the pressure and
speed, rubbing up and down her warm slit. She squirmed a little
in my lap, letting out a deep sigh, and her little hand found my
free hand and squeezed it. I squeezed it back and continued
stroking until I suddenly discovered that my fingers were warm
and wet. I continued stroking, but eventually she felt the
wetness too as my fingers spread it up and down her slit.

Her eyes shot open and she would have flown off of my lap if I
hadn't had both arms around her and one hand between her legs.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh!"

She thrashed around and tried to escape, but I held her down.

"Hey hey hey! Stop that! What's wrong? Tell me."

She buried her face in her hands and went limp in my arms, almost
sobbing.

"Shhh. Hey, what's wrong kiddo?"

"I can't believe I did it again..."

"Did what again? Oh, you mean this?"

I held up my fingers, which were glistening with her pussy
juices. She moaned in abject humiliation.

"Hey, sweetie, what are you embarrassed about? That's normal.
Girls are supposed to do that."

"... what?"

"Yeah. You know how my penis gets big and hard when it feels
good? Girls get wet down there when they feel good. That's
normal."

"Really?"

I raised my hand and adopted a serious face.

"Scout's honor."

I really was a scout, for about a two years period when I was a
little younger than her.

She sniffled, then looked down between her legs and hesitantly
touched herself with a fingertip, then rubbed the slick fluid
between her finger and thumb.

"That's supposed to happen?"

"Yeah."

She snorted and buried her face again, laughing in embarrassment.

"I thought I peed myself or something. I am such a dork."

"You're not a dork."

She turned her to look at me, slight apprehension crossing her
face as she asked, "that's really normal?"

"Yep."

"Why does it do that?"

"It's... I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now."

I shrugged mentally and replied, "girls get wet so boys can put
their penis inside them easier."

"Oh. So... it's for sex then?"

"Right. It feels better when the girl is wet too."

"Huh. Ok."

She leaned back against me and I resumed rubbing her crotch,
taking it easy at first and then getting into the heavy petting
again when she seemed to be into it again.

Soon she was back where she'd been before, breathing heavily and
closing her eyes.

"Do you like this?"

"That feels good."

I took that as my cue to intensify my rubbing a little more,
moving up to three fingers, one rubbing up and down directly over
her slit and hood, the other two rubbing her labia.

"Mm. Mmmm. Mmmmm!"

She angled her hips upward, giving me slightly better access and
I increased the speed of my strokes. She grabbed my free hand
with both of hers, her breaths getting faster and faster and
turning into high-pitched moans.

"It's ok. Just let it happen, sweetie."

I watched in fascination as curled her toes into fists, then
suddenly stopped breathing as her entire body tensed up and her
eyes shot open. After a few seconds like this, she suddenly went
limp and began panting for breath and I stopped rubbing; her
crotch felt burning hot and was a dark, angry red.

"You ok?"

"Um... yeah. That... wow."

Did she actually orgasm? Holy shit, did I really just make an
eleven year old orgasm?

"So... did it feel good?" I asked lamely.

She nodded, apparently exhausted, then rolled over so she was on
both of our bellies, still breathing hard. Face to face, I
noticed her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead and brushed
it aside.

"That... that was... I saw stars."

I hugged her to me, ignoring my raging boner in favor of seeing
to her needs first. I may be going to hell, but I'm a courteous
child molester.

"Is... is that what it's like... for grownups?" I nodded, bent
awkwardly to kiss her on her forehead, and then laid down again,
her smooth, warm body pressed against mine. I could feel her
warm, moist crotch just above mine. "I wanna... stay like this
forever."

So did I.

So did I.

CHAPTER 27
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We lay there like that for what seemed like an hour, but was
actually only about ten minutes. She'd gotten her breath back by
then, but was still lying on my chest with a dreamy look on her
face.

After a while though, I was getting kind of antsy, so I awkwardly
craned my neck down so I could give her a gentle kiss on the
forehead, brushing her hair off of her sweaty forehead in the
process.

"Hey kiddo, think maybe I could get a turn now?"

She giggled and nodded, grinning, and scooted down so she was
sitting between my legs. Without asking permission this time, she
began stroking my shaft, then took me into her mouth with only a
little encouragement on my part.

Oh geez, this felt glorious. I leaned back into the pillow and
luxuriated in the moist warmth of her mouth, watching her little
head bob up and down on my dick; she never went very deep, but
she kept a good rhythm.

After a while, she stopped sucking and complained that her neck
was getting sore and switched back to jerking me off. I decided
it was as good a time as any for a little bonding.

Shut up. Quit judging me. I already know what you're thinking.

"So kiddo, whatcha learning in class this week?"

"I dunno. Stuff."

"What sorta stuff?"

"Um... stuff."

We both laughed at her response, then I changed tack.

"What's your favorite thing you're learning in school this week?"


She switched hands and brushed her hair out of her face (she
really did do that a lot lately; maybe she needed a haircut),
then replied, "I guess the book we're reading in class?"

"Which one is that?"

"I don't remember what it's called. Um... Oh, shoot! It's about
this boy who runs away from home to live in the woods and he has
a pet hawk. It's really cool."

"Oh, I know that one. We read it in class when I was your age. My
Side of the Mountain."

"Yeah! That's it."

She switched hands again, watching my dick as she continued to
jerk me off, and I kept the conversation going.

"So you like that one, huh? What do you like about it?"

"I dunno. Living in the woods is cool. He did stuff all on his
own, like a grown up. Kinda like when we went camping."

That gave me an idea.

"You maybe wanna go camping again? Spring break is coming up
soon."

The idea of an entire week with Sara alone was absolutely
invigorating. I could feel my erection getting even harder just
thinking of the possibilities.

Yes, at this point I was well past the point of no return and had
been for quite some time.

"Yeah! That was awesome. I liked how we played indians. And, um,
other stuff," she added, blushing slightly as she grinned, still
jerking me off.

"What sort of other stuff?" I asked, knowing full well what she
meant.

She blushed and fidgeted in the most adorable way.

"You knoooow... boyfriend and girlfriend stuff."

"Oh, THAT stuff. Gotcha."

She paused in her stroking and looked me dead in the eye, all
humor gone.

"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

"Absolutely. I'm your boyfriend, and you're my girlfriend. And
what we're doing together is special."

"Really?"

"Really. Just the two of us."

At the moment, I actually believed it myself. She grinned shyly
and returned to pumping my dick with her hand and I reached down
to muss her hair a little.

"Hey, sweetie? You mind going back to sucking again?"

"Nuh-uh," and her adorable little head went right back to bobbing
up and down on my dick.

I really was a lucky son of a bitch, even if I was going straight
to hell. Really, I could only think one thing: worth it.

After a few minutes of her blowing me, I started feeling the
familiar tension in my balls again and I gently warned her, "ok,
I'm about to finish. Remember to keep it all in your mouth so you
don't make a mess."

"Mm-hm."

I put one hand on her head, just to make sure she didn't shy away
when I came and a few seconds later she froze as I arched my back
slightly and wave after wave of semen pumped into her little
mouth. I held her still until it finished, then took my hand off
her head and she sat up, coughing, a streamer of jizz stretching
from her chin to my dick.

"Swallow it, don't make a mess."

She swallowed audibly, then coughed some more.

"You ok?"

She nodded, then coughed again and I handed her the glass of
water I kept on my nightstand. A couple swigs later and she was
ok.

"Mind cleaning me off, sweetie?"

I held my increasingly floppy dick erect in one hand and she
nodded, taking me into her mouth again and cleaning the last
little bits of jizz off with a slurp.

"That's a good girl. Do you like doing that?"

She nodded and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then
laid down and I put an arm around her as she cuddled up next to
me.

"Uh-huh. It was kinda weird at first, but... I dunno, I just
kinda like it."

"Cause it's boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"

"Yeah. And... I like to make you feel good."

"I like to make you feel good too."

I glanced at the clock; plenty of time.

"So you really want to go camping, huh?"

"Yeah! I really had fun last time. We can play indians again, and
maybe we can find a hawk like in the book and bring it home!"

"Pretty sure that's illegal now, kiddo."

Not that I was letting a little thing like "legal" stop me from
doing other things, of course.

She just shrugged, slowly kicking her feet back and forth in the
air, and I slowly slid my fingers down her back, explored the
curve of her butt, and back again. She really was beautiful, like
a little porcelain doll. Except, not creepy like the ones you
usually see. Everyone has that one aunt who has a guest room full
of creepy fucking dolls that stare at you while you sleep in the
guest bed as a kid. She was nothing like that. Obviously.

"Well, if your brother says it's ok, why don't we go camping for
spring week? We can stay up there for a whole week, just the two
of us, and we can do whatever we want."

"That'd be awesome!"

"In the meantime though, we're all sweaty and gross. Let's hop in
the shower."

She needed no encouragement, jumping out of the bed, grabbing her
clothes off the floor and tossing them in the hamper, and
climbing into the tub. I followed at a more sedately pace, turned
the water on to start warming up, and listened to Sara chatter
about how she wanted to make a spear, a real one, and hunt a
buffalo while we were camping, then checked the temperature of
the water and got into the tub myself.

Again, for those of you who have only showered alone, showering
with another person is kind of awkward, even when they're shorter
and skinnier than you. I detached the shower head, stretched out
the hose, and just held it by hand so we could both be getting at
least a little water at the same time.

I shampooed first, and Sara helped me wash my back and especially
my genitals, grinning and blushing the entire time. Then I soaped
her down, paying extra attention to her nipples and privates, and
we both rinsed off.

Peeking out from behind the shower curtain at the clock on the
wall, I saw we still had plenty of time, so I detached the shower
head again and stretched it as far as it would go and sat down at
the end of the tub.

"Here kiddo, sit down."

She did, wiggling her butt against my crotch and leaning back
against my chest, and I slid one hand between her legs, which she
obligingly spread for me.

"Are you gonna make me feel good again?"

"Sure am."

This time I combined my usual stroking with the shower head,
keeping it aimed at her crotch. After a little while, she melted
against me, blushing and closing her eyes as she murmured, "that
feels good. Keep doing that."

I did, and after about ten minutes she'd drawn her legs up to her
chest (still spread apart so I had access to her naughty bits),
had my free hand in a death grip, and was biting her lip while
panting heavily.

Her pants soon turned into high-pitched little gasps, she curled
her toes into fists again (why did that remind me of Die Hard all
of a sudden?), and she tensed up.

I think that time she really did pee herself, but she didn't seem
to notice. She relaxed again and lay against me, limp and
boneless, gasping for breath.

"Was it good?"

"Uh... huh..."

I mentally chalked the number of times I'd made an eleven year
old girl orgasm to two and shifted the shower head so it was
getting both of us instead of just her crotch.

Once she caught her breath, I helped her back to her feet (she
seemed a little dizzy still) and I thoroughly rinsed us both down
again. Then she noticed that I was once again at full mast and,
with a little prompting, got on her knees and began stroking my
dick.

"Mind sucking, sweetie? It feels better that way."

She obliged, but stopped after a while and grimaced, holding one
hand to her neck.

"My neck is sore."

Well, I guess not being used to giving blowjobs on a regular
basis can give you a kink in your neck.

"Let's try something. Open your mouth?"

She did, and I inserted my penis, then gently held her by the
head with both hands and slowly started thrusting in and out of
her mouth. She alternated between looking up at me and staring at
my dick as it went in and out, but just knelt there without
protest, so I decided I was good and began thrusting a little
faster.

After a little bit of that, I figured I might as well push the
envelope, so I slowed my thrusting and instead went a little
deeper, trying to see how much of my penis would fit into her
mouth without gagging her. I went just a little bit deeper and
she grimaced and jerked slightly, so I went a little shallower
with my thrusts and she settled down again. I was definitely
going deeper than she had on her own though.

Having found a depth we were both comfortable with, I began
thrusting faster and she closed her eyes, resting her hands on my
thighs.

Let me tell you, getting a blowjob feels amazing, but the urge to
thrust is primal and deep, and fulfilling that urge is amazingly
satisfying. I took in deep breaths of air, listening to the
rhythm of the shower and watched her cute face as I fucked it,
and the whole scene just overwhelmed my senses and I blew my load
into her mouth again, shuddering in the sweet ecstasy of release.


I pulled out of her mouth and she make an "ack-ptht!" noise as
she spat a huge gob of saliva and semen into the tub to be washed
down the drain.

"You should always swallow it," I said, trying not to sound
bossy.

"How come? We're in the shower, it can't make a mess here."

"It's... healthy for you."

"Really?"

"Yep. Girls are supposed to swallow it. It's good for them."

At this point, I was already doing a cannonball dive into the
lake of fire, so why not?

"Oh. Ok."

She polished my rapidly shrinking penis with my beautiful lips,
making sure she didn't miss any of my semen, then I helped her to
her feet and rinsed us both off again.

There was only one towel in the bathroom, so I let her have it
and dripped my way across the hall into my bedroom, grabbed a
towel and quickly dried off, then got dressed. Bill could come
home any minute now and I didn't want him getting suspicious if
we both had wet hair from the shower, so I slipped on a ball cap
I rarely wore and walked into the kitchen to start making some
dinner.

I heard the key in the door and Bill walked in just as I had
selected chili mac for dinner.

"Hey Bill, what's up?"

"Not much, just more assignments. You thinking of taking
Non-Western Civ with Dr. Gerard next semester?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I am too. Wanna sign up for the same class? Might be fun doing
it together."

"Sure," I said, making a mental note to sign up for the class at
a different time so we weren't in class together and I could
maximize my time alone with his little sister.

Just then, Sara walked in, naked as a jaybird, scrubbing her hair
with the towel and said, "Hey! He's gonna go camping again for
spring break! Can I go too? Pleeeeeease?"

Bill glanced at her while I tried not to have a heart attack; ok,
walking to and from the shower naked was one thing, but just
standing there on full display like it was nothing? He was going
to think something was weird about that. He was going to freak
and demand she cover herself up, or tell me not to look or
something.

Nope. He just acted like his little sister wasn't standing in
front of both of us stark naked and replied, "I don't know if he
wants to take you along, Sara. Grown ups make their own plans."

Since he wasn't reacting, I tried to play it cool, though I'm
sure I was blushing myself and probably looked sketchy as hell.

"No, I don't mind. She had fun last time, and it'd be kinda
boring being by myself the whole week."

"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Sara begged while bouncing up and down, still
naked and not making any effort to preserve her modesty. "It was
soooo much fun last time, and I promise I won't bother him the
whole time we're there!"

Bill looked at me and shrugged.

"If it's cool with you, it's cool with me. I wouldn't mind having
the place to myself for a few days."

"Nah, it's cool. We'll need to take more stuff since we'll be out
there longer, but I don't mind if she tags along."

As if it weren't my idea in the first place.

Bill shrugged again and said, "Ok, looks like you're going
camping."

"YEEEESSSSSSS! Thanks Bill, you're awesome!"

"I try to be, anyway."

Sara threw the towel on the floor and hugged her brother, then
hugged me, grabbed the towel again, and scampered off to her
room.

Once she was safely out of earshot, Bill turned to me and said,
"thanks man, I appreciate what you're doing for her. This is the
most normal she's been since, well... since mom and dad died."

He slipped me a fifty and I mumbled something about how it was no
bother and felt like a piece of shit the entire time I was
cooking dinner.

I felt better after Sara stomped back into the living room like a
herd of elephants, clad only in t-shirt and panties, and plopped
herself down at the dinner table to dig into a bowl of chili mac.
The prospect of an entire week alone with her, away from
civilization and all it's rules, was nearly euphoric.

How the hell was I able to get away with so much?

CHAPTER 28
================================================================

I decided that if I was going to be taking Sara camping for a
week, I might as well get her psyched up for it.

I found a copy of Hatchet at a mom-and-pop used book store for a
dollar and bought it for her; she devoured it in less than a day,
lying on her stomach on the couch reading, legs kicking back and
forth in the air, while Bill and I did our respective assignments
and cooked dinner. She was still reading when she went to bed,
and at breakfast the next day she announced that she'd finished
it.

If she liked the primitive survival of My Side of the Mountain
and Hatchet, then maybe she'd like a similar movie. Last time I
took her camping, we ran around naked pretending to be indians; I
didn't know of any good movies about indians like that, but I
knew of a couple caveman movies.

So I pirated Clan of the Cave Bear and Quest for Fire on my
laptop for us to watch; by the time I got home from class, they
had both finished downloading and I stripped down to my boxers
and did another light workout in anticipation of Sara's arrival
from school.

She dumped her backpack, went into her room for a minute, then
appeared in my doorway perfectly naked and grinning
mischievously. I hauled down my boxers while giving a grin of my
own and she came into my room and got on her knees in front of
me.

Taking my penis into her hand, she began stroking, getting me
hard, while she curiously fondled my balls. It didn't take long
for my erection to achieve full size and it took very little
encouragement for her to switch from jerking me off to sucking me
off, though it did take some work getting her to go deeper this
time; I'd already established just a couple days before that she
could take me into her mouth deeper than she had been on her own,
so it took only a little encouraging to her to do it herself.

I gently stroked her hair and allowed myself a moan of pleasure
as she worked my shaft with her warm little mouth. I'm sure a
grown woman, or at least a college girl, could have taken my
whole penis into her mouth and sucked me off with more skill, but
I didn't care anymore. I had what I wanted right there.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and after
only a few minutes Sara spat my dick out (now there's an image)
and complained that her neck was sore again. I wasn't going to
push her though, so we transitioned back to the handjob and I
told her what a good job she was doing.

"So do girls really swallow every time?"

"Well, most do. Most girls like it."

"Huh. It doesn't taste bad, after you get used to it..."

"It's also good for you if you swallow it," I said, really just
encouraging her to swallow my semen no matter what. I really had
seen studies that semen was healthy for you though.

"Really?"

"Really. They're sort of like... girl vitamins," I said lamely.

"Girl vitamins?" she asked skeptically, switching hands as she
jerked me off.

"Yeah. It's good for you, lots of protein, and most girls swallow
it, so... it's kinda like vitamins for girls."

She cocked her head adorably while staring at my penis in though,
then giggled.

"Girl vitamins. I like it. That's silly."

"You're silly."

"Yup."

"Ready for your dose of vitamins?" I said, sounding cocky and
trying to keep a straight face.

She made no such effort and giggled again, then nodded.

"Say aaah!"

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and I reached down,
moved her hand out of the way, and jerked myself off faster than
she had been. The sight of her beautiful face, waiting for my
semen, was too much and it didn't take long before I erupted in
ecstasy, shooting my load.

Most of it went into her mouth, the rest ended up on her lips and
chin. She swallowed noisily, then wiped her mouth with her hand
and licked that clean. It took only a little prompting for her to
suck my penis clean, and then she stood up and I gave her a big
hug.

"That's my girl! You took it like a champ, didn't you?"

"Yeah. It's really not bad."

"Hey, you wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure!"

We climbed into bed , spooning up against each other, and I set
my laptop on my lap and started up Clan of the Cave Bear.
Throughout the movie I gently massaged her puffy little nipples
and her privates, but she didn't seem especially into it; the
movie had her enraptured.

The fact that it had sex in it didn't hurt my agenda any. Quest
for Fire had more overt nudity and sex in it, but it would have
to wait for another day.

By the time the movie finished, Bill could be heard coming into
the apartment and Sara leaped off the bed and shut the door to my
room, blushing an amazing shade of red. I hurriedly got dressed,
but Sara had left all her clothes in her room and was trapped in
my room, naked.

We waited there until we heard him rummaging through the kitchen
cabinets and I shooed her out the door and into her room, where
she shut the door behind her and presumably got dressed.

I casually sauntered out of my room, said, "Hey Bill,", got a
grunt in reply, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. Sara
came out a minute later, clothed but barefoot, and still blushing
somewhat, and sat at the table to start her homework.

Bill took no notice and shut himself in his room. We both
breathed a sigh of relief, then grinned at each other. It hadn't
really been a close call, but it still sort of counted.

By this point, I had well and truly gone down the slippery slope
and was full steam ahead. There was no going back.

CHAPTER 29
================================================================

The drive out to the country was long and uneventful; Sara
chattered about how dumb and annoying her classmates were and how
none of them were nice to her, how cool the caveman movies we'd
watched were, how she wanted to make a spear to hunt with, why
guys who liked My Little Pony were dumb (I have no idea who she
had in mind since boys her age wouldn't be caught dead watching a
girl's cartoon and neither Bill or I had ever seen it), and how
she needed a 3DS to replace her old DS Lite so she could play the
new Pokemon games on it.

This time I'd come better prepared, with enough food and drinks
for the entire week, raingear, toilet paper, towels, and other
necessities we'd lacked last time. Again, neither of us had
brought swim suits, this time deliberately.

Once we got off the pavement onto the gravel road, I decided to
be the cool guy again.

"You wanna drive?"

"What? Seriously?!"

"Yeah. Swap seats."

She literally squeed as she got in the driver's seat and I had to
make her slow down and listen to instruction as I helped her
adjust the seat and steering wheel, taught her how to use the
pedals, etc. She got off to a jerky start and I had to fuss at
her not to ride the brake with one foot and the gas with the
other, but she eventually got the idea and we made our way at a
sedate 2 mph until we got to a spot where the road was washed out
by recent rain storms and I took over driving again.

We made it to the gate for our property, which I had a hard time
unlocking for some reason (maybe the lock was rusty?), then we
drove through, locked the gate behind us, and parked the car in a
field, which I noticed my dad had apparently mowed the last time
he'd been up there.

I recruited Sara in pitching the tent instead of letting her run
off and explore on her own, then we unpacked our things, set up a
camp fire for later, and surveyed our work.

"Good job, kiddo. Now we can have fun!"

"Whatcha wanna do first?"

"I dunno, what do you wanna do first?"

"Ummmm... last time we played indians, so... you wanna play
cavemen?"

Exactly as I predicted.

"Sure!"

We both stripped down to just our socks and shoes, tossed our
clothes in the tent, and then went running through the woods,
grunting, hooting, and beating our chests. We found some long
sticks and Sara insisted on making proper spears, so I spent
twenty minutes or so with a knife making the ends vaguely pointy
without making them dangerously sharp, then we resumed whooping,
grunting, and hollering our way through the woods and probably
scaring off all the wildlife in a five mile radius. At one point
we stopped to throw a bunch of rocks at an invisible sabertooth
tiger until it ran away, then we found a vague depression in the
ground which Sara immediately declared was an "enemy cave".

"We should attack and steal their fire!"

"But we already have a fire," I pointed out stupidly.

She thought for a moment, then thumped her chest with her fist
and waved her spear in a threatening manner.

"Then we should steal their women!"

Now, I want to stop and describe the scene here:

Imagine an adorable 11 year old girl, barely on the cusp of
adolescence, naked as a jay bird except for her Reeboks, holding
a spear, thumping her chest like Tarzan, and declaring that we
should attack a tribe of cavemen and steal their women.

Now do you see why I love her so much?

I immediately agreed that this was a worthy goal, so we charged
the 'cave', shouted war cries, stabbed imaginary cavemen with our
spears, then clubbed two women apiece, threw them over our
shoulders, and ran off back to our 'cave' (the tent) with them
and high-fived in victory.

Then Sara seemed to have a fridge moment (you know, that sudden
'wait a minute' thought you have when you get up to go to the
fridge during a commercial break and you ponder something about
the show or movie you're watching) and asked, "how come cave men
steal each other's women?"

Deciding honesty was the best policy, I shrugged and answered,
"so they can have sex with them."

"Oh." She paused a moment, then asked, "so how does that work?"

"Well, you saw how they did it in the movies, right?"

She hesitated a moment, then got down on all fours in front of
the tent, presenting her hindquarters to me, and looked over her
shoulder at me.

"Like this, right?"

"Well, it doesn't have to be like that, but yeah."

She stood up again, then placed her hands on her hips.

"Ok. Then you're a cave man and you just captured me! Now what?"

I grinned and unzipped the tent and ushered her inside; we both
shed our shoes and socks as we went in.

"Assume the position, wench!"

I'm pretty sure cavemen said something like that at some point.

She got down on all fours and wiggled her butt at me, and I got
down on my knees as my dick immediately became hard enough to
penetrate diamond. I gently rubbed between her legs with my
fingers and felt the sheer NEED of this moment.

Then she looked over her shoulder again, vague anxiety clear on
her face, and asked, "are we gonna have sex for real?"

"Um, no sweety. I don't think you're ready for that yet. We're
just gonna pretend."

"Ok," she said, her relief evident.

I continued with the petting until she began to turn pink and
moisten up, then I began rubbing the head of my penis up and down
her slit. She tensed up and I patted her on the behind and
reassured her that we were still just pretending.

"When people have sex, the boy puts his penis in the girl's
vagina, right?"

"Sure does."

"And girls are supposed to get wet down there so the boy goes
inside easier?"

"Yup."

"But we're not gonna do that now?"

"No, I don't think you're ready, kiddo. We're just gonna pretend
we're having sex."

She nodded and stared at the floor of the tent, obviously still a
little nervous. I decided to just keep going and let her get used
to it, and continued to rub the head of my penis up and down her
slit for another minute or so.

"Put your legs together."

She complied, and I slid my penis between her thighs so it was
rubbing against her labia and gently grasped her by the waist.

"Ok, I'm gonna pretend we're having sex now. But when I finish,
you need to hurry and swallow it all so we don't make a mess in
the tent, ok?"

"Ok."

Then I began slowly and gently thrusting in and out between her
thighs, the warmth from her crotch adding to the feeling. It was
weird... not as warm and definitely not as moist as her mouth,
but it certainly fulfilled the primal urge to thrust, and looking
down at her in the doggystyle position was absolutely
invigorating.

I began to thrust harder, breathing fast, and she rocked forward
and back with my thrusts; I had to get her to adjust her thighs
several times as she tried to compensate for being jolted back
and forth, but I got a good rhythm going and it certainly good.

After a few minutes, I felt myself nearing the end, so I pulled
out from between her legs and made her turn around, then I put my
dick in her mouth and resumed thrusting, both hands on her head.
I admit, maybe I went a little faster and deeper than she was
comfortable with, but she took it like a champ and before long I
blew my load into her sweet little mouth; it'd been days since
she'd last given me release and I'd stopped jerking off ever
since we began doing sexual things on a regular basis, so it was
a pretty big load too.

I panted, both hands still holding her face to my crotch so she
couldn't take my dick out of her mouth, with her on all fours,
and waited for my heart to slow down. I could feel the pull on my
penis as she swallowed my cum, then she sucked on the head and
probed with her tongue to make sure she'd gotten it all.

I pulled out once I'd caught my breath and flopped onto my back
on the floor of the tent and she wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand before cuddling up next to me.

"Wow. That was great, kiddo."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What did you think?"

She shrugged, but gave no further response.

"Well, you'll like it more when we do it for real. But for now I
don't think you're quite ready yet."

Honestly, I had no idea when it was safe for girls to start
having sex, and I honestly didn't know if I could even fit inside
of her yet. But I had long since decided that she was going to be
my first, and I hers. I WOULD have sex with this beautiful little
girl. Eventually. When she was old enough.

"I'm hungry. Can we have dinner now?"

Subject changed, I sat up and announced that the hunters had
killed a mammoth and we were having mammoth stew for lunch. We
both put our shoes back on and emerged naked into the sunlight,
set up our folding chairs, and I got the fire started so we could
cook up a big can of beef stew. Once it was on the fire, Sara
came to sit on my lap and began a very serious discussion about
how we should capture a cave bear and teach it to to guard our
cave.

Day one of spring break was barely even halfway over, and we had
an entire week all to ourselves.

If I was on the highway to hell, I was going full speed ahead and
never looking back.

CHAPTER 30
================================================================

After lunch, we resumed running around the woods again, waving
sticks, throwing rocks, and, once we got tired, generally just
exploring. We found a vine covered in really cool
white-and-purple flowers that Sara immediately wanted to weave a
crown out of, so I helped her pick some of the vine and then
watched her make what was honestly a pretty cool crown out of it,
which she plopped on her head as soon as it was finished.

She looked so beautiful, an innocent, naked girl with porcelain
white skin, delicate pink, puffy nipples, her gorgeous blue eyes
standing out from the sprinkling of freckles across her face, and
that crown of flowers (which I had to look up when we got back;
they're passion flowers apparently) perfectly contrasting with
her light brown hair.

I must've been staring, because she looked at me funny and said,
"what?"

"You're so pretty."

She really was. Her beauty made me ache inside just looking at
her.

She blushed and brushed her hair out of her face, smiling
slightly as she asked, "really?"

"Mmhmm."

Then she looked down and grinned.

"I guess you really think so."

"Well, if anything is going to be honest about how pretty a girl
is, it's my penis."

She laughed and, with no encouragement on my part, got down on
her knees and began sucking me off.

I rested my hand on her head, careful not to mess up her flower
crown, and gently stroked her hair as she drew me in and out of
her amazing little mouth, leaned my head back, and closed my
eyes.

This, I was convinced, was how man was meant to live. All the
artificiality of the modern world was driving us insane as a
species, and if people could just get out into nature more, we
could get our collective heads straight.

Especially if pretty young girls gave you blowjobs in the
process. I don't see how anyone could worry about production
quotas, social cliques, or crime if they just communed with
nature and naked preteens. I wonder if anyone has ever seriously
proposed that as a means of bringing about world peace?

I kept my eyes closed, reveling in the sensations my body was
sending me. The softness of her hair under my hand. The cool
breeze whispering through the leaves and kissing my skin, raising
goosebumps wherever it touched. The moist warmth of her mouth
enveloping my head and part of the shaft, the cool puffs of her
breath, the rhythmic bobbing of her head... it all combined into
a single, perfect moment, one you always remember but can never
experience again, not the same. I didn't even try to hold on to
it, that would have ruined the experience; I just let it happen,
sighing in absolute contentment.

All good things must come to an end, however, and I felt the
tightness in my balls that signaled my impending orgasm. I
decided not to warn Sara, partly just to see how she reacted and
partly so I wouldn't disturb the perfectness of the moment.
Normally I would hold onto her head in case she shied away or
tried to take me out of her mouth when I came, but this time I
just kept gently stroking her hair and let it happen.

My moan of sheer ecstasy would have told her what was happening,
but I think what clued her in first was the waves of hot semen
pumping into her mouth. She didn't jerk away like I
half-expected, she just stopped moving and held my penis in her
mouth until it was done ejaculating.

I opened my eyes, actually feeling a little dizzy from the
intensity of my orgasm, just as she pulled me out of her mouth
with a slurp and an audible swallow.

"Thanks, sweety. That was great."

She grinned and replied, "Gotta get my vitamins!"

We both laughed and resumed our exploration, pausing for her to
brush the dirt and leaves off her knees, and a few minutes later
we spotted something.

"Whoa, cool! Is that a porcupine?"

"Sure is. Don't get too close."

"I won't."

She squatted down about five or six feet away from the porcupine,
which was gnawing on something and seemed to be making a point of
ignoring us.

"I didn't know they got so big! I've never seen a real one..."

"I haven't seen one this close before either, actually."

She pointed at the porcupine as it turned to snuffle at us,
exclaiming, "hey, it's got blue eyes! I didn't know they had blue
eyes!"

"It sure does." I didn't know that either, but I wasn't going to
admit it. I had my cool, knowledgeable adult persona to maintain,
after all.

The porcupine eventually got annoyed with us being so close and
clambered up a tree, stopping about twenty feet up and then
staring down at us while chewing on whatever it had.

"That is so cool. I wish I had a camera, I wanna take a picture."


"We'll have to remember to bring one next time."

Eventually, the porcupine just sitting in a tree staring at us
got boring and we resumed our exploration, not seeing any other
animals thanks to Sara's constant chattering, but finding all
kinds of neat plants and rocks.

After another hour or so of that, we slowly made our way back to
the tent and settled inside.

"Hungry, kiddo?"

"Mmhmm."

I wasn't too hungry myself, so I only grabbed a single pouch of
Mountain House beef stroganof, grabbed two bowls for us, and set
water over the fire to boil, stirring up the coals and adding
sticks until the fire was going again. Then I relaxed in my chair
and honestly enjoyed the feeling of the breeze blowing over my
naked body. Maybe nudists really were onto something.

Sara joined me in her chair, having retrieved her DS from the
tent, drew her knees up to her chest (which gave me a perfect
view of her beautiful little pussy, freckle on the left lip and
all) and began playing.

"Do you know how to find Mewtwo?"

"Which one is that?"

"Soulsilver."

"Yeah, it's in Cerulean Cave."

"Oh, that's the place I couldn't get into before. Thanks."

We ate dinner, then retreated into the tent. Sara sat
indian-style in one corner, still playing ("I've got ULTRA balls,
why won't you just get inside one?!") while I unrolled the
sleeping bags. Then, in a moment of cleverness, I decided to zip
the bags together into one big sleeping bag and slid inside.

"Make sure the tent is zipped, or critters will crawl in your
shoes."

"What kind of critters?"

"Snakes. Scorpions. I've found both in my shoes."

"Yeek!"

"So make sure the tent is zipped."

She double-checked, then paused before getting in the sleeping
bag with me, her blush reaching her ears.

"I've never slept with anyone naked before."

"Well, first time for everything. Now we get to cuddle all we
want."

She slid in, stopping to remove her socks and toss them in the
general direction of her shoes, then became the little spoon to
my big spoon.

I gently rubbed my hand up and down her side, giving her butt a
squeeze, and she giggled, pressing her back against me before
getting lost in her game again. I turned on the lantern and
pulled out my book (the adventures of a female space captain who
got exiled to the ass end of nowhere because her admiral was a
total shit and had to deal with smugglers, pirates, and primitive
aliens acquiring muskets from clandestine sources. It was
actually pretty good.

After a while, I noticed the clacking of buttons had fallen
silent and Sara's breathing had gotten shallow and steady, so I
reached over to save her game and turn it off, then stuck a
dollar bill in my book as a bookmark (whenever I needed lunch
money, I just raided my bookshelf; it was usually good for a
couple bucks.), turned off the lantern, and put my arm around the
bare, but warm, little angel pressed up against me.

What an amazing day. And I had the entire week ahead of me still.

CHAPTER 31
================================================================

I woke up with something heavy on top of me and blinked at the
morning sunlight filtering through the nylon roof above me.
Looking down I saw a tangle of Sara's light brown, almost blonde,
hair sticking out the top of the sleeping bag, right where my
chest was.

I slid one hand down her smooth back, cupping her butt and
squeezing gently, and told her it was to get up. No response. I
jostled her and repeated myself, a bit louder this time.

"Nn-nn."

"Yuh-huh. C'mon, time to get up, kiddo."

"Nnnn."

"Seriously, I really have to pee."

She stuck her head out of the sleeping bag, blinking sleepily,
and dug her chin into my chest uncomfortably. After a moment, she
responded, "I do too," but didn't make a move to get up.

I unzipped the two sleeping bags and peeled them apart, revealing
her naked body lying on top of mine. She blushed adorably as she
sat up, and I kissed her forehead and said, "good morning."

I slid on my socks and shoes while she dug around in the supplies
for a bit, then grabbed her own shoes and socks and followed me
out of the tent. For some reason she'd grabbed the roll of toilet
paper I'd brought along; maybe she had to poop too.

I led her into the trees, selected a bush, and began peeing
directly onto an ant hill I spotted beneath it, sighing in
relief. Emptying your bladder really did feel almost as good as
emptying your balls.

Sara went around to the other side of the bush and squatted down,
spreading herself open with one hand. Then she turned that cute
shade of red again when she noticed me looking and said, "don't
look!"

"What? I see you naked all the time."

"I'm peeing!"

"So?"

"I can't go if you're watching me!"

I shrugged and turned around, enjoying the feel of the breeze
rustling through the trees and blowing across my naked body and
waited until she sounded finished. I turned back around to see
her wrapping her hand in toilet paper until it resembled a
baseball glove and stick it between her legs.

"What do you need so much toilet paper for?"

"You're not a girl; you wouldn't get it."

Well, that was a valid point. I watched her make two more
catcher's mitts to wipe herself with, content with at least
solving the mystery of why we went through toilet paper so
quickly. It always seemed like my mother and sister could go
through an entire roll in a single day, and this went a long way
to explaining why.

Finished, I had Sara toss the roll back in the tent and asked
what she wanted to do today.

"Let's go swimming!"

It was already getting warm and seemed like it was going to be
hotter than the day before, so I thought this was an excellent
idea. Leading her down to the pond, I stripped off my socks and
shoes and stood on the little dock waiting as she did the same,
remembering the last time we'd been here.

Both of us completely nude, I announced, "Race you!" and ran off
the end of the dock, jumping in with a huge splash. Touching
bottom, I quickly rose to the surface with a gasp and shook
myself. It felt great!

Sara, meanwhile, had let me jump in all by myself and was
carefully dipping one toe into the water.

"C'mon, it feels great!"

"No, it's cold!"

She sat down on the end of the dock and hesitantly dunked her
feet into the water, then perched on the very edge slowly
lowering herself in and making funny faces the entire time.

So naturally I grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her into the
water.

She popped up laughing and slapped me on the chest, and we soon
began swimming around the pond, splashing, and generally having a
good time. We played around for a good hour or so before I sat on
a big rock near the edge of the pond to catch my breath.

Sara waded over to join me and climbed into my lap, trying to
find a ticklish spot and not succeeding much. I grabbed her by
the hands and held her arms up above her head with one hand while
my other hand went to work on her, tickling her all over. She
writhed and giggled, straddling me to keep from falling deeper
into the water while trying to escape my grasp. No such luck.

"Stooooop!" she said, still laughing. I relented and released her
hands, and she lay against my chest, head on my shoulder, as she
caught her breath, still grinning. I put my arms around her in a
hug while she panted in my ear, still giggling every so often.

After she'd caught her breath, I found one of my hands wandering
down her back, slipping over her thigh, and between her legs. She
raised herself up a little to give me better access, and I gently
rubbed my hand up and down her soft, pillowy labia.

After a minute or two of this, she settled down into my lap,
making it hard to pet her, smiled, and said, "kiss me."

I gave her a peck on the forehead and she shook her head.

"No?"

I kissed the tip of her nose and she shook her head again. Not
good enough. I kissed her on the cheek.

She tilted her chin up toward me, closed her eyes, and pursed her
lips. Well, who am I to disappoint the little lady? I puckered up
and planted my lips against hers, awkwardly mashing our noses
together at first until I tilted my head slightly to one side.

C'mon, give me a break; I'd never given a girl a real kiss
before. Hell, I'd never even been kissed by a girl before this,
Sara included.

I broke off the kiss and she opened her eyes, grinning dreamily.

"I never had a real kiss before."

"That was my first real kiss too, kiddo."

She leaned in to embrace me again, then, to my surprise, began
moving her hips; straddling me like she was, the length of my
rapidly growing erection went right into her slit, flanked on
either side by her labia, and she began rubbing herself up and
down its length, grinding her pelvis against my dick as she dry
humped me.

Well, as much as you can dry hump someone while shoulder-deep in
a pond and her pussy is the bun to your hot dog. I'm sure there's
a technical term for it, probably in German since they seem good
at inventing terms for everything.

She bit her lip as she began grinding herself against my dick
even harder, which was honestly a little uncomfortable for me but
I wasn't about to complain. The contrast between her warm crotch
and the cold water certainly made for an interest feeling. This
only lasted another minute or so before she seemed to get
frustrated and quit moving her hips though.

"Help me."

I put each hand under an armpit, flipped her around to face the
other way, and then put my hand between her legs and began
rubbing up and down her slit vigorously. I felt around and found
where her clit was hiding, pinching its hood between my fingers
as I began stroking her up and down, adding a little circular
motion as I went.

Her legs hooked themselves around mine and she grabbed my free
hand in both of hers, squeezing hard as her breathing turned into
panting again. I picked up the pace and she started making this
adorable little squeak as she panted, squirming in my lap, biting
her lip as she began making high-pitched little moans.

I took my hand that wasn't busy playing roast beef DJ and began
rubbing her left nipple with it. She squeezed my hand tighter,
her squeaks and moans getting more constant, until she suddenly
squeezed my legs hard with hers, arched her back, and let out a
long, high moan in the back of her throat, holding it for several
seconds before collapsing into my arms and panting for breath.

I stood and lifted her out of the water onto the dock, where she
sprawled on the wooden planks, legs spread and crotch a dark red
to match the lighter flush across her face. I climbed out and lay
down next to her, belatedly remembering the towels I'd left in
the tent. Oh well, we air dried last time, we could do it again.

She finally caught her breath and rolled over to hug me, so I put
my arms around her and kissed her forehead again.

"Did that feel good?"

She nodded.

"That felt great."

"No problem, kiddo. I like it when you feel good."

I lay there for probably a good twenty minutes, watching the
clouds slowly float by overhead between the branches of the
trees, just holding her.

"I'm glad you're my boyfriend."

I looked down at her and she tilted her head up to look at me,
her beautiful smile making her entire face light up like an
angel's.

"I'm glad you're my girlfriend too."

"Kiss me again?"

"Sure."

She sat upright, and I sat up and and we awkwardly kissed each
other on the lips again. She broke off first this time, giggling
and looking at me with a little embarrassment.

"We'll practice that."

"Yeah."

"Meanwhile," I said, looking at my crotch pointedly, "think I can
have a turn now?"

She nodded knowingly and took my still hard-as-a-rock penis into
her mouth and went to work. I rested one hand on the back of her
head as I leaned back, watching the clouds again as I felt the
exquisite warmth and moistness of her perfect little mouth around
my cock.

The blowjob felt great, but she wasn't going very deep this time,
and when she didn't respond to my request I gently pushed her
head down a little further on my dick. She stopped moving her
head and waited until I quit pushing, then resumed sucking me
off, remaining at the new depth.

"Good girl," I whispered. "Just a little faster."

She complied, paused briefly to take my dick out of her mouth and
rotate her head (her neck was probably getting sore again), then
resumed sucking at the faster speed. I closed my eyes and reveled
in the sensation probably for another five minutes before I felt
that tightness again.

"Ok sweetie, here it comes..."

She pulled all but the head out of her mouth and held it there as
I came.

"Don't swallow yet."

"Mmm?"

"Lemme see."

She carefully pulled my dick the rest of the way out of her mouth
and sat up, looking at me with a slightly puzzled expression,
cheeks bulged comically.

"Say aaaaaah!"

"Aaaaaah!"

She opened her mouth wide and I saw my jizz all over her tongue.
If I hadn't just blown my load, that would have given me an
instant hard on again.

"Ok."

She swallowed and tackled me in a big bear hug, which I returned.


"Good job, sweetie."

We just lay there in each other's arms, looking up at the trees
and the sky above them, reveling in the moment.

Finally, she lifted her head up and asked, "so where's the final
boss?"

"What?"

"In Pokemon. You have to fight the guy from the original games,
right? Where is he?"

"Um... Mount Silver."

"Ick. I hate caves. Getting Mewtwo was bad enough."

"Well, at least this one isn't full of Zubats."

"Thank God. I hate those things."

"Everyone does."

I slowly got to my feet and put my socks and shoes back on, while
she followed suit, then we headed back to the tent, hand in hand.


This was certainly a weird relationship, but it was amazing how
well we got along.

CHAPTER 32
================================================================

Relaxing in the tent, she played her DS while I read my book, and
we passed a couple of hours just enjoying each other's company.
After getting to a good stopping spot, I closed my book and
stretched, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. It was probably
about time to start cooking lunch, I thought.

I glanced over at Sara, who was laying atop her sleeping bag on
her stomach, engrossed in her game, legs bent so her feet hovered
over her butt. She really did look like a beautiful china doll,
with her milky pale skin, though the sun shining through the
fabric of the tent lent an odd green tone to the light.

I reached over with one hand and gently ran it down her back,
along the curve of her butt, and back. She glanced at me with a
smile, then returned to her game. I continued to gently run my
hand up and down her spine for a while, then slid my fingertips
over and ran them along her ribcage, approaching her armpit. She
shuddered and looked at me again, grinning, so I took that as
encouragement and tickled her where she was sensitive.

She giggled, "stoooop!" and I made a loud "RAARRRR!" and pounced
on her, sitting on her butt and upper legs to pin her down as I
tickled her mercilessly with both hands. Cackling, she squirmed
about helplessly, and I redoubled my efforts, tickling her all
over while I ignored her pleas for mercy.

Eventually I let her out from under me and she spun around on her
back and retaliated by tackling me and trying to pin me down.

"Oh no, she's got me!"

She straddled my chest and tried to pin both my arms down, but
discovered that her skinny eleven year old girly arms were no
match for a guy two feet taller who sorta kinda kept in shape, so
she switched tactics and tried to pin one arm down with both
hands while I tickled her with the other.

Eventually, she surrendered, unable to prevent me from tickling
her with at least one hand no matter how she tried to wrestle
with me and we snuggled up together, panting for breath.

After a brief while, she noticed I was getting a boner and,
without any prompting from me, grabbed my penis with one hand and
began stroking it.

"Mmm, I think you've found a better strategy," I joked.

She smirked, then sat up and took my dick in both hands, jerking
me until I was fully erect and then switching to sucking. I ran
my hand up and down her spine as her little head bobbed up and
down, and reflected that this truly was paradise.

After a few minutes of sucking, I blew my load into her mouth and
she dutifully swallowed, sitting up and wiping her mouth with the
back of her hand, grinning.

"Good job, sweetie."

She turned to face me, leaning back on her elbows and spreading
her legs, inviting me to return the favor. I decided to try
something new.

Sitting up, I knelt in front of her and leaned over, putting my
face in her crotch.

"What are you doing?"

"I wanna try something, see if you like it."

"Ok..."

I sniffed her crotch, not really getting anything other than that
generic girl-smell since we'd washed off in the pond, and
experimentally stuck my tongue out and licked her labia.

"EW! What are you doing?!"

"I told you, I wanna try something."

"That's gross!"

"How is it gross?"

"You're LICKING me!"

"You suck on my penis and swallow my semen."

"That's different!"

"How is it different?"

"... it just is."

"Just let me try it, and if you don't like it then I'll stop."

"... fine."

I stuck my tongue out again and ran it along her labia a few more
times, then tried to locate her clit with the tip of my tongue
and wiggle it around. She shuddered and crab-walked back a few
inches away from me.

"Nuh-uh, that feels weird and gross, we're not doing it!"

Disappointed and feeling kind of like I failed her somehow, I sat
up and patted my lap, inviting her to sit in it. She complied and
I went back to the tried-and-true method, running my fingers up
and down her slit and around her clit until she was flushed and
breathing heavily. Before long, she was starting to moisten up
and I asked, "you like that better?"

"Uh-huh."

She spread her legs further and angled her hip to give me better
access, encouraging me to continue. And continue I did, but I
still felt like trying something new with her.

So while I rubbed in circles around her clit with one hand, I
rubbed the index finger of my other hand along her slit until it
was slick with her juices, then probed around for the entrance to
her holy-of-holies. Finding it, I began probing around her vagina
and gently, very gently, inserted my finger up to the first
knuckle.

It was an odd sensation; my fingertip encountered a wet, hot,
sponginess, and there was a tight ring or something around my
finger. I moved my fingertip in and out slowly, feeling that ring
flex back and forth with it.

Sara opened her eyes and sat up straight, putting one hand on top
of mine.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Do you not like it?"

"Yes... and no. It feels good and uncomfortable at the same
time."

That was about the moment where I clued in that that tight ring
was her hymen and the discomfort was probably because I was
stretching it. I pulled my finger out and stuck to just the heavy
petting and she settled down again, panting heavily and leaning
into me. Just a few minutes later she squeezed her toes into
fists and held my knees in a death grip with her hands, gasping
for breath and turning that adorable shade of pink. Her crotch
was a dark, angry red, making the freckle on her left lip
disappear entirely.

"Better?"

"Uh-huh."

We cuddled together for a few more minutes while she caught her
breath, then we emerged from the tent and I cooked us some SPAM
sandwiches.

"Wanna go swimming again?"

"Sure, it's pretty hot. Let's grab our towels this time though."

We grabbed our shoes and towels and wandered down to the pond,
swam around for an hour or so, then dried off and returned to the
tent, both of us deciding it was time for a nap without actually
discussing it.

It was too hot to sleep inside the sleeping bags, so we just
cuddled up on top of them and dozed off.

Not even twenty minutes later, though, and I was awakened by a
gunshot. Then another.

I sat up, prompting Sara to sleepily complain, and I told her to
get dressed. Confused, she moved slowly to comply while I
scrambled to get into my clothes and stuck my head out the tent.

Those shots had been from nearby. In fact, I bet I knew where
they came from.

Telling Sara to stay in the tent, I stepped out and walked into
the trees about a hundred yards, toward my dad's tree stand.

I didn't see anyone, but there was a collection of empty beer
cans and two spent casings under the tree; .257 Roberts, a
caliber I'd never even heard of and definitely not one my dad
used. Nor did he drink. Nor was it hunting season. Someone was
trespassing on our property and poaching.

I found blood on the ground right on the game trail my dad's
stand overlooked, as well as footprints and drag marks; someone
had shot something, either a deer or a pig, and dragged it off.
And they couldn't have gotten very far.

Which meant someone was on our property. They had a gun and were
possibly drunk. They were there illegally, and hunting illegally.
Meaning that if I stumbled across them, they might be dangerous
and decide that shooting some young punk and dumping him in a
ditch somewhere was preferable to jail time.

More importantly, Sara and I were wandering around the place
naked as jaybirds, and I was getting blowjobs from a prepubescent
girl in front of God and mother nature. What if the guy saw us
and decided to phone it in, while conveniently leaving out what
he'd been doing on our property in the first place?

No, this was a bad situation. A really bad situation. Heart
pounding and palms suddenly slick with sweat, I returned to the
tent and told Sara to pack her things.

"What? Why?"

"There's somebody out here poaching, he might be dangerous. We
need to go into town and call the game warden."

I deliberately left out the 'he might catch me having all kinds
of illegal sexual contact with a minor' part, but she seemed
equally afraid of someone knowing what we were doing and had her
things packed in record time, though I had to help her roll up
her sleeping bag properly.

I then dismantled the tent, tossed everything in the car, and,
locking the gate behind us, drove into town. Once I had cell
phone reception, I called my dad to make sure it wasn't a friend
or relative, then called the game warden and told him about the
poacher on our property.

Great. Spring break was ruined. Some asshole doing illegal shit
on our land, and now a trout trooper wandering around the place,
meant that Sara and I couldn't continue our sexy naked fun time
without a serious risk of getting caught.

I drove home, bitterly resentful of getting cockblocked and
having my spring break ruined only a couple days in, and walked
into the apartment to a surprised Bill sitting on the couch in
his boxers watching Jackass, the only tv show named after its
target audience. I explained why we were back early, leaving out
the part about how I was worried about getting caught with my
dick in his little sister's mouth, and put all my camping gear
away.

We spent the rest of spring break playing video games and
watching movies, but both Sara and I were definitely disappointed
at how things had turned out. And with Bill in the apartment the
entire time, we couldn't do anything sexual, and didn't even
indulge in wrestling or tickle fights in case Bill found that to
be questionable behavior.

In short, the rest of spring break wasn't awful, but it was
definitely a disappointment.

Shortly after classes started again, Sara wandered in in her
usual morning attire, night shirt and panties (pink with a teddy
bear holding a heart right above her crotch), and croaked that
she felt sick. I felt her head and she felt fine, but I commented
that she might be a little warm and Bill said it was ok for her
to stay home if she was sick. She nodded, playing it up for all
she was worth, barely picked at her breakfast, and then laid down
on the couch and made a show of coughing.

Bill and I put away our dishes, he poured Sara a glass of orange
juice, and he grabbed his backpack and headed to class. My first
class wasn't for another hour or so, and I headed into my room to
grab my stuff and make sure I had my assignment.

When I turned around, Sara was standing in the doorway grinning,
nightshirt in her hand, and she took my answering smile as her
cue to drop it along with her panties and crawl into my bed.

Screw it, if she's skipping school, so am I. I whipped out my
laptop, fired off an e-mail to my professor saying that I was
sick, attached a copy of my research paper, and left it at that.
Nothing else was due in any of my other classes.

Stripping naked, I jumped onto my bed next to Sara and we spent
the rest of the day together naked, even when we weren't touching
each other inappropriately. It didn't make up for missing several
days of such activity away from civilization's prying eyes, but
it was a definite improvement over playing Mario Kart with our
clothes on while Bill hovered nearby.

After that, we settled into our usual routine again, with
blowjobs and mutual masturbation on days I got back before Bill
did, but nothing exceptional. I tried to go down on her again and
she flat refused. I don't know if she didn't like the way it felt
or was just grossed out by the concept, but she was adamant that
my tongue did not belong down there.

I suppose it was a moot point anyway, since I was really clueless
about what to do besides "sort of move my tongue around and hope
she likes it".

Unfortunately, the semester soon came to an end, and summer
vacation was looming. Which meant I had to go home and wouldn't
see Sara anymore.

Bill did, however, say that they would be staying in the
apartment over the summer and that I was more than welcome to
move back in for the next semester, an offer I enthusiastically
accepted. Sara and I exchanged e-mail addresses and we messaged
one another once a week or so; we didn't really have much to talk
about, but she wrote rambling stream-of-consciousness letters
about how boring it was being cooped up in the apartment with
just Bill for company, complaining about how she didn't have any
friends, etc. and I responded to them as best as I could. Her
birthday was in late July and I shipped her a 3DS a friend of
mine was getting rid of in favor of the new version, which was
gratefully received. I also made sure to e-mail her a letter over
how cool it was that she was now twelve years old, which she
seemed to appreciate.

I, of course, spent the entire summer with my family, including a
camping trip on our property that mostly involved my dad making
me upgrade the fence and put up more NO TRESPASSING signs. My
insufferable sister stopped by to visit, but she'd moved out of
the house years ago and was currently shacking up with her
deadbeat boyfriend. Mom and dad were far from enthusiastic about
her choice in romantic liaisons (even my mom did a spit-take and
laughed when I dryly commented, "once you go black, you're a
single mom."), but I'm sure they'd have been even more
disappointed in mine. I hung out with some of my high school
friends, discovered one had gone to jail for selling weed to an
undercover cop and was now doing a shitload of community service,
and that was about it. Like Sara, my summer seemed to consist
mostly of just existing.

And then summer came to a close and my sophomore year of college
was about to begin. I coordinated with Bill on which classes to
take, making sure that I 'accidentally' picked the wrong hour to
take the same class on one of them and that the days he had the
most classes were the days I had the fewest, giving me more alone
time with Sara. Sara, for her part, was over the moon and
bouncing off the walls waiting for me to come back.

Finally, the awaited day arrived. I packed all my stuff into my
car, said goodbye to my parents, and drove off for college.

I couldn't wait to see my little porcelain girl again.

CHAPTER 33
================================================================

The entire drive up to college was excruciating; I wanted to be 
there NOW, to see Sara again. Yes, at this point I really was 
thinking of her as my girlfriend, and although the e-mails we 
traded once a week or so were innocent enough and not at all like 
what I imagined two people in a relationship would talk about, it 
still kept that relationship alive for me. If I'd thought about it, 
I'd have never gotten into the habit of e-mailing her. But that's 
for later. 

The drive seemed to take forever, and the Monster I drank because 
I didn't get much sleep the night before (between nervous 
anticipation of seeing Sara again, waiting until the last minute 
to pack, and simply having gotten into the habit of staying up 
late and sleeping in until noon) didn't help; it made my jittery 
and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. 

Still, I made good time, having only made one stop for gas, lunch, 
and to stretch my legs, and the fact that I was doing at least 10 
over the posted speed limit for nearly the entire trip; I only 
slowed down in the spots I knew cops would be waiting to catch 
speeders. Out of all my friends from high school, I'm the only 
one who never got a speeding ticket. 

Finally, however, I arrived. Pulling into the nearest available 
parking space, I shut the car off, leaned back in the seat and 
closed my eyes. My breathing was fast and shallow, my palms were 
sweaty, and it felt like my heart was going to explode. I had no 
idea how of that was nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, 
and how much was the unhealthy amounts of caffeine I'd consumed. 
Either way, I swore to never to touch the stuff again. 

After about a minute or two to regain my composure, I got out of 
the car, grabbed my backpack with my laptop and other essentials 
in it, and walked up the stairs to the apartment and knocked. 

I heard what sounded like a trip hammer race across the floor, 
THUMPTHUMPTHUMP, the deadbolt snapping open in a fraction of a 
second, and the door flung itself open. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 

"OOF!" 

Between her high-pitched shriek piercing my eardrums and her 
tackling me around the waist in a bearhug, Sara had definitely 
stunned me for a moment. When I recovered, Bill had stuck his head 
around the corner, greeted me, and handed me my key to the 
apartment. Sara was, characteristically, bouncing up and down 
in excitement and saying lots of nothing I could make out. She 
looked absolutely adorable in a tank top and shorts, hair bouncing 
up and down as she danced around me, averaging sixteen "oh my 
gosh's" per minute. 

Bill asked if I needed help carrying stuff in and when I declined, 
he nodded, said he was available if I changed my mind, and 
disappeared into his room. I was once again reminded that Bill was 
actually a pretty cool guy, he was just a social recluse. 

Sara, of course, announced that she was going to help me carry 
stuff in, so I set my backpack in my room while she scampered to 
get get her shoes and we headed to the parking lot. 

I received several more hugs once we arrived at my car, hugged her 
back when she held still long enough, and made sure to give her 
the lightest and least breakable objects to carry. I probably 
could have unloaded the car faster without her help, but who am 
I to say no when my adorable little girlfriend wants to help out? 

Besides, I'd noticed something when I first saw her, noticed it 
again when she leaned over and her tank top fell open, and I wanted 
to confirm it. 

Once all my stuff had been safely deposited in my room, I noted 
that I could hear muffled music coming from Bill's room (I never 
would have pegged him as a Blue Oyster Cult fan) and shut the door 
to my room. 

Then I spun around and scooped Sara up in a bear hug of my own, 
spinning her around while she giggled, and flopped us both down on 
the bare mattress. 

"So, young lady, you still want to do the boyfriend-girlfriend 
thing?" 

She nodded, grinning, and I grinned back, ruffling her hair with 
one hand; it was much longer than when I'd last seen her, just past 
her shoulders now. 

Then she paused, glancing at the door and whispering, "we can't 
right now, Bill's home." 

"I know, I know, but later." 

She grinned again and nodded enthusiastically. 

"Could you do me a favor though?" 

"What?" 

"Lift your shirt up for me." 

There it was; that was the adorable blush I'd missed so much, 
the one that made her freckles almost disappear and reached all 
the way to her ears. She hesitated for the barest of moments, then 
hoisted her tank top up so I could see what it had barely 
concealed earlier. 

Oh my. 

I was staring at a pair of absolutely perfect, and adorably tiny, 
breasts. Just buds, really, but her pink nipples were round and 
puffy and surrounded by small mounds of flesh; the mosquito bites 
of yore were gone forever. 

I reached out with both hands and gently felt them; she flinched, 
then seemed ok with it. 

"They feel kinda sore." 

"That's normal; it means they're growing." 

I took my hands away and she lowered her shirt, biting her lip 
nervously, then snuggled down beside me to hug me again. 

"I missed you." 

"I missed you too." 

"When do classes start?" 

"In a week." 

"That's when I go back to school too." 

"Well," I said, kissing her on the end of her nose, "you're not 
the only I e-mailed over the summer. I know exactly which classes 
Bill is signed up for, and I made sure that on the days he has 
the most classes, I have the fewest. That means we'll have a couple 
of hours after you get back from school all to ourselves, three 
days a week." 

"Really?" 

"Mm-hm. And once a month, one of his classes is making a special 
field trip on a Saturday, so that means every four weeks we'll get 
a whole day to ourselves." 

She nestled her head against my chest and closed her eyes, smiling 
blissfully. 

"That's cool." 

We lay there like that for a moment, and I really didn't want to 
ruin it. But unfortunately, life isn't about what we want. 

"Ok, well, I gotta unpack, kiddo. Tell you what, why don't you take 
the game consoles into the living room and set them up for me?" 

"Ok." 

The box they were in was too heavy for her, so I carried it in by 
the tv for her and she plopped down on the floor, pulled out a 
console, and attempted to figure out how to set up the cables and 
plug it into the tv. I left her to it, put sheets and a blanket 
on my bed, and started putting everything where it belonged. Other 
than clothes, my laptop, and school supplies, there wasn't much, 
so it didn't take me very long. 

I went back into the living room to check up on Sara's progress 
setting up video game consoles, congratulated her on a good job, 
and sent her to ask Bill what he wanted for dinner while I quickly 
swapped cables to the right ports and set the stack of games back 
on the shelf they'd inhabited months before. 

The week seemed to go by forever; Bill and I discussed classes, 
one of which I did actually attend with him so he wouldn't think 
I was deliberately taking classes at different times... which I 
was. We got all our books, played video games, stocked up on food, 
and got Sara's school supplies. Other than seeing what panties 
Sara accessorized her nightshirt with every morning at breakfast 
(either that shirt had gotten shorter, or she'd gotten slightly 
taller), there wasn't much that held my interest that week. 

Finally, the first day of classes arrived. Sara put on a cute 
skirt and blouse and moped her way out the door like she was 
headed to the gallows instead of school, and Bill and I walked 
to campus for our first class of the day. 

Since Bill had foolishly picked Monday-Wednesday-Friday to have 
classes all day, his last one getting out at 6, I'd picked only 
morning classes. I ate lunch in the cafeteria, listening to the 
little old lady at the counter tell me about her dog, then 
leisurely strolled back to the apartment and tossed my stuff in 
my room. 

I still had a couple hours before Sara got home from school, and 
I had a ton of nervous energy built up. I hadn't had the chance 
to do this in months! 

I did a quick workout, situps, pushups, arm curls with my new 
barbells (nothing impressive, just 10lb weights to get me 
started) to work off some of tension, took a quick shower, 
brushed my teeth, and sat on my bed in my boxers. And waited. 
And waited some more. 

Dammit, this was killing me. I flopped back onto my bed and 
grabbed the book I was reading; for some reason, YT reminded me 
of Sara, though without the cyberpunk skateboard. As cool as 
the virtual reality version of the internet depicted in the book 
was, I was distracted by a different sort of fantasy altogether 
and couldn't keep my mind on the pages in front of me. I finally 
set the book aside and lay on the bed, spread-eagle, glancing at 
the clock every few minutes and willing it to go faster. 

Finally, I heard a key zip into the lock and undo the deadbolt, 
the slam of a backpack full of books being dumped on the floor, 
and the sound of a herd of elephants tromping through the 
apartment at high speed; I have no idea how a girl that small and
light made so much noise just running. 

I quickly snapped into a seated position, grabbed a barbell, and 
started doing curls, trying to emphasize my (slightly) bigger 
biceps in a laughable attempt to impress a 12 year old girl I was
 having an entirely inappropriate and illicit sexual affair with. 

Sara stepped into my doorway, blushing and looking nervous. I 
looked up from my arm curls and smiled at her casually, but I was
just as nervous as she was. 

"Hey kiddo! You ready for some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

I set the barbell down and slid out of my boxes, while Sara yanked 
her shoes off and flung her skirt and blouse everywhere, leaping 
onto the bed with an enthusiastic grin. I paused to look at her as 
she slid out of her panties and socks and dropped them on the 
floor and my breath suddenly got tight. 

Damn. She was so beautiful. 

I've compared her before to a Renaissance painting, but that 
didn't do her justice. Her pale, almost translucent skin, as pure
 and white as porcelain, reminded me of the Pygmalion myth I'd 
read in high school mythology, where the sculptor had created a 
marble statue of a girl so perfect that he prayed to the gods for
her to come to life and be his. 

And my marble girl was real. Not cold, hard stone, but warm, soft 
flesh, inviting and innocent. This dream was real. 

She lay on the bed, arms at her side, legs slightly parted, and I
 slowly panned my gaze from her little feet, up her smooth, 
shapely legs, to her hips (she still had narrow boy hips, I 
noticed), past her flat belly, to the tiny mounds of her breasts, 
just starting to grow, topped by the contrasting pink of her 
nipples, to her beautiful, perfect face, with the scattering 
of freckles in a line across her nose and cheeks, like a 
sprinkling of sand across a white beach, her startlingly blue 
eyes, like sapphires, and her light brown, almost blonde, hair 
arrayed around her like a halo. 

If I sound like I'm waxing poetic about her appearance, it's 
because she deserves it; she was absolutely beautiful. She was 
a perfect angel, a goddess descended from heaven to embody the 
very definitions of beauty, innocence, and sex appeal in one 
combined package. 

My boner was so hard it ached; it felt like I could penetrate 
diamond. 

Yeah, that's... not the sort of poetic imagery you were 
expecting. I only have so much in me. Moving on. 

I climbed onto the bed next to her, laying down and resting 
my head on the pillow as she sat up and took my penis in her 
hand, stroking it and looking me right in the eye with a grin 
on her face. 

"Oh, sweetie, you have no idea how much I missed this!" 

"I missed it too. I couldn't wait for summer to be over!" 

She continued to jerk me off for another minute or so while I 
asked her about her first day at school (she hated school, 
none of her teachers understood her, the other girls didn't 
want to be friends with her, and the boys were dumb; not much 
change from last year, really.), she heaved a sigh of 
resignation that was incongruous to such a young girl, and then 
I stopped giving a crap because she put my dick in her mouth. 

She was awkward at first, and grazed my head with her teeth a 
couple times, but she soon got back into the rhythm she'd 
developed before the summer, bobbing her head up and down. She 
was going kinda shallow though, not even putting the head all 
the way in, so I asked her to go deeper. No response. So I put 
my hand on top of her head and gently pushed down, and she 
paused her sucking and let me push her head further down onto 
my shaft; I stopped when she twitched, suspecting I'd hit her 
gag reflex, and after a moment she resumed sucking me off at 
the new depth. 

"There you go, sweetie; you're doing great." 

She looked up at me for a second, then returned her attention 
to my dick. Before long, I felt the tight sensation in my balls 
and a burning at the base of my dick as I tried to hold out 
longer, but there was no stopping it. 

"Ok Sara, here it comes!" 

She pulled all but the head of my dick out of her mouth and 
froze there, cheeks comically bulging as my dick exploded like
 a fire hose. I'd only jerked off a few times over the summer, 
mostly to memories of Sara, and between that and the 
sexually-tense week leading up to this, I had quite a backlog. 
It seemed to go on forever, pumping semen into Sara's willing 
little mouth over and over. It finally stopped and I tried to 
catch my breath as she swallowed; I noticed there had been 
some overflow, and wiped her chin and lips with the back of her 
hand and licked up what she found there, then cleaned off my 
penis with her mouth. 

"Get enough girl vitamins?" I asked, and she nodded, giggling. 

"Whoo! That was great, baby girl! You have no idea how much I 
needed that," I said as she spooned her perfect, naked body up 
against mine. Once I'd caught my breath, she squeezed my waist 
with her arm and asked, "my turn now?" 

"Why yes, little lady! It is definitely your turn now!" 

She blew me a raspberry at my facetious tone and sat herself in 
my lap as soon as I'd sat up. Spreading her legs to give me 
access, she leaned back against me and giggled nervously; I 
could feel her tense up as soon as she got in position, so I 
gently kissed her on the shoulder and leaned us both back. 

Sliding my right hand between her legs, I began rubbing up and 
down her slit (still silky soft and perfectly smooth! I 
wondered when her pubes would start to come in, then dismissed 
the thought and focused on the here and now.), while my left 
hand reached up to explore her new, budding breasts. I felt the 
little mound of warm flesh and the puffy, yielding nipple dead 
in its center, gently squeezed and discovered there was a more 
solid mass beneath the softness, and she hissed and tensed up 
even more. 

"Sorry; too sensitive?" 

"Mm-hm!" 

I switched to gently rubbing in circles on her nipple as I 
stroked her slit up and down, and she slowly relaxed, 
eventually melting into me and breathing heavily as she got 
more into it. I picked up the pace on my petting, seeing her 
crotch turning pink, and eventually she became noticeably 
moister down there. 

After a few minutes of this, she clenched the sheets with both 
hands, tensed up, and, gritting her teeth, let out a quick 
series of high-pitched sobs as she achieved orgasm. 

I wrapped my arms around her as she suddenly became boneless, 
panting for breath, and I kissed her on the shoulder again. 

"How'd you like that, kiddo?" 

"... wow." 

"Pretty good?" 

"I forgot how good that felt." 

Had... had she not masturbated at all since I left? Did she 
even know she could masturbate? On the one hand, if that was 
the case, I was tempted not to clue her in so I could continue 
to be her sole source of sexual release. On the other hand, 
bird culture would consider that to be a 'dick move', 
so... yeah. I decided not to inquire for now and keep the 
status quo, whatever it was. 

We cuddled together like that for probably ten minutes, 
basking in the afterglow, before Sara asked how long we had 
before Bill got home. I glanced at the clock, realized I 
hadn't set it yet, then found my watch and looked at the time. 

"At least another hour; longer if his class runs for its full 
length, but they usually get out early on the first day 
because they're just introducing the course and telling you 
what books you'll need." 

"I wish I could get out of class early. They gave me a bunch 
of homework!" 

"On the first day?" 

"Yeah! That's so stupid, right?" 

"I agree, that is stupid." 

We lapsed into a comfortable silence, her arms wrapped over my 
arms wrapped around her, and just enjoyed the feel of each 
other's bodies for a while. Eventually though, Sara stirred 
and looked up at me. 

"Hey." 

"Hmm?" 

"Got any more girl vitamins?" 

Laughing, I replied, "For you? Always." 

She grinned and slid down to my growing erection for round two. 

She really was perfect. 

Screw you, Pygmalion; I got the better girl.

CHAPTER 34
================================================================

After that, things sort of fell into a routine again. On days 
when Bill was around, we didn't do anything sexual, but we did 
socialize more than we had before. Rather than locking herself 
in her room most of the time and only sometimes coming out to 
join me, Sara now spent the majority of her time in the living 
room with me, playing video games, watching movies, sitting on 
the couch reading books, that sort of thing. Bill seemed to like 
it, commenting that she was much more active and cheerful now 
than she used to be. 

Bill, for his part, still remained secluded in his room most of 
the time. The only hints I ever got to his activities were 
occasional music I could hear coming from his room; apparently 
he liked 80's rock and new retro wave. Occasionally he would 
join us in our living room activities, but usually he was in 
his room with the door shut. 

Not that Sara and I minded that much, mind you. We'd taken to 
cuddling up under a blanket together on the couch while we 
watched movies; the blanket conveniently hid any sordid 
activities should Bill temporarily emerge from his room. Sara's 
tiny little boobs gave me something new to fondle during move 
time, but she preferred my wandering hands stay between her legs. 

When Bill's class schedule meant we had the apartment to 
ourselves for a couple of hours, nudity was mandatory. Sara 
would swallow my load two, maybe three times, I'd bring her 
to a shuddering orgasm at least once (she seemed to get more 
sensitive after orgasming and didn't always feel comfortable 
trying to go for a second), and we'd spend the rest of the 
time just feeling each other's bodies and enjoying one 
another's company. Occasionally we showered together, 
especially when I'd gotten Sara a bit stickier than usual, 
but showers were usually done solo because of the 
aforementioned fact that most bath tubs just aren't designed 
for two people. 

So it was that, on one of the days Bill had late classes and 
I had most of the afternoon off, I was in my room doing 
exercises in the nude to get myself ready for the day's 
sexiness. I heard the door to the apartment open and slam 
shut almost simultaneously, and my little twelve year old 
girlfriend appeared in the doorway to my room, already shucking 
her clothing. 

"Well hello! Eager to get at it, huh?" 

She grinned and flopped onto my bed spread-eagled, exposing 
her naked body to my hungry gaze. I joined her on the bed 
and, cradling her head with one hand, delivered my best 
passionate kiss right on her lips. 

I'm sure that as far as kissing goes, I was still a clumsy 
geek, but the recipient was just as inexperienced as I was 
and much younger, so it had its desired effect: I got to see 
her blush that adorable shade of red as she murmured, "wow". 

After that, she trembled in my arms in anticipation as I ran 
my hands all over her body, loving the new toys she'd grown 
for me until she winced and gently pushed my hand away from 
her sensitive buds. 

"Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?" 

"A little." 

We resumed, and after another minute or two of kissing and 
groping, she slid down to position herself between my legs 
and took my penis into her mouth. I laid back and relaxed, 
her hair tickling my hips as her head bobbed up and down. 
It was only a few minutes before I felt the tightness in my 
balls and whispered, "Ok sweetie, I'm about to come." 

I'd gotten her well trained by that point and no longer put 
my hand on her head to keep her from jerking away when I came. 
She continued bobbing her head up and down on my dick for a 
short while, then held only the head in her mouth while one 
little hand pumped my shaft vigorously. I grunted as I came 
and she waited until I finished before pulling me out of her 
mouth with a slurp and swallowing. 

"Good job, kiddo," I said appreciatively. She really had 
become a little expert on blowjobs by this point. 

She grinned at my praise, then slid up to spoon against me, 
spreading her legs to give me access. Before long, she was 
breathing heavily, her cheeks and crotch were the same flushed 
red, and my hand was becoming somewhat slick as she moistened 
up rapidly. 

As she built toward orgasm, she began to pant heavily, making 
little squeaks of pleasure, and, gasping between every word, 
she suddenly declared, "S-Scott! I love you!" right before 
arching her back, clenching her fists and toes, and going 
through quite possibly the most intense orgasm of her short 
life up until that point. 

When it was over, she slumped against me, going completely 
limp and panting for breath. I kissed her sweaty forehead 
and whispered, "I love you too." And I meant it. I knew she 
did too, but at the time I didn't fully realize the 
implications of her declaration of love. The full depth of 
meaning. I loved her, I really did, but while it was partly 
romantic, my love for her was still mostly like that of a 
big brother for his cute little sister, at least at the time. 
But she was IN love with me, and when you're young and full 
of hormones and emotions, that sort of thing can consume you 
fully. I remember how obsessed I was with my first crush, 
and I'd never gotten to be with her. Here Sara was, in love 
for the first time in her life, with the only person she 
considered a friend, and having an intimate, physical 
relationship. 

I knew I'd hit the point of no return with my own actions, 
but at the time I hadn't really considered how I was affecting 
Sara. If I'd crossed the Rubicon and gotten well and truly to 
the point where I couldn't take back anything I'd done, I'd 
also unknowingly plunged her off the deep end. It was a 
testimony to my ignorance and own selfishness that I hadn't 
really thought about the affect I was having on Sara. 

But, at the time, I was largely clueless and just cuddled her 
affectionately, whispering sweet nothings in her ear about 
how special she was... and she believed every word of it. 

Yeah, in hindsight, even if I didn't do it intentionally and 
did grow to love her as much as she loved me, it still makes 
me feel like a piece of shit who took advantage of a naive, 
vulnerable girl. One could even call it brainwashing. 

After a couple of minutes, she finally caught her breath and 
recovered from her orgasm and began cuddling me back. But she 
seemed somewhat distracted, and after a bit she wiggled down 
so our crotches were even with each other and took my 
softening penis in her hand, seeming to study it, almost like 
she was comparing our respective genitals. 

"Whatcha doin', kiddo?" 

"... when do you want to have sex? For real?" 

It honestly took a lot of self-control not to say 'right now', 
but that only lasted for a moment; my stomach fluttered, my 
heart raced, and I suddenly got nervous. 

Shit. There was a LOT involved. I was pretty sure she was 
physically big enough to safely have sex, but she was a virgin 
and close inspection had revealed her hymen was intact. And 
while I wasn't hung like a horse, I wasn't tiny either; 
surreptitious internet research revealed I was a full inch 
longer and nearly half an inch thicker than average. Combine 
those facts, and it was guaranteed that her first time was 
going to hurt. Possibly a lot. 

You also had to factor in that I was a virgin too, and I was 
going to be clumsy and awkward while doing the deed. 

So, I tried to explain this to her as well as I could. 

"It's ok if it hurts. I want to do it." 

I did too. I'd already long decided that I was going to be her 
first, and she was going to be mine. 

So that was it. She wanted to do it, and so did I. This was a 
thing that was going to happen. 

But not right then. I had to do some research first, to make 
sure I didn't actually hurt her. 

"Tell you what; Bill has that weekend trip in a couple weeks, 
so we'll have the place all to ourselves for a couple days. 
Let's do it then." 

"Ok." 

I held her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around mine and 
we lay there for a while. I buried my face in the top of her 
head, breathing in her sweaty little girl scent and the faint, 
flowery smell of the shampoo she'd used that morning, but no 
matter how I tried, I couldn't relax. My heart was still going 
a thousand miles a minute. 

We were going to do it.

CHAPTER 35
================================================================

The awaited day was tomorrow. I'd gone an entire week without 
emptying my balls in anticipation of the special day. I'd gone 
online and looked up how to have sex with a virgin. Most of the 
information was less than helpful and it became clear to me that 
a lot of the people giving advice were either virgins themselves 
or their 'pure and virgin' girlfriend had been riding the cock 
carousel for years and her current source of funds was only 
fooling himself. 

Wow. That's a depressing and cynical line of thought. Anyway, I 
knew for a fact that my girlfriend WAS pure and virginal. For 
that matter, so was I. Well, definitely not pure, given my 
activities over the last year or so, but definitely still a 
virgin. 

And all that was going to change tomorrow. 

I sat at the table eating breakfast, a bowl of cereal with 
marshmallow bits that Sara had apparently talked Bill into buying 
for her. The non-marshmallow component of the cereal tasted like 
cardboard and the marshmallows were flavorless lumps of sugar and 
dye that turned the milk a rainbow-colored mess. My heart was 
racing with nervous anticipation of the coming day... or possibly 
I was having a heart attack from all the sugar. Maybe both. 

Bill had tried the cereal once and never touched it again. Today, 
he'd opted for toast and an apple for breakfast, along with a 
copy of his astronomy textbook that he was glued to. 

Sara skipped in, humming happily to herself in her frog panties 
and nightshirt that had definitely gotten shorter on her. Or maybe 
she'd gotten taller. Probably the latter. 

I was so nervous I was even thinking awkwardly. I could tell I 
was even blushing the moment she came in to pour herself a bowl 
of cereal and reminded me that we were, finally, going to go all 
the way and have sex. 

Bill closed his textbook and shoved it in his backpack, then 
snapped his fingers like he'd just remembered something. 

"Oh, hey, I forgot to mention, I was thinking I'd leave after Dr. 
Andre's class this afternoon instead of tomorrow morning. That ok 
with you?" 

"Why wouldn't it be?" 

"Well, I'm already inconveniencing you by having you watch Sara 
for the weekend while I'm gone, I just want to make sure taking 
off a day early won't be a problem." 

"Nah, it's fine. I get home before she does anyway, and tomorrow 
my only class is after she goes to school, so it makes no 
difference." 

In actual fact, both of us would be skipping class tomorrow for 
sexy time. 

"Cool. Ok, well, I left some money for pizza or something, and if 
you guys want to rent a movie or something..." 

"Do people still rent movies? I thought they just used Netflix or 
Pirate Bay these days." 

"No, they still have rental movies. You just get them out of a 
vending machine now." 

"Huh. I honestly did not know that," I replied, wondering if 
that's what those red boxes in front of McDonald's that I never 
saw anyone 
using were. 

"Anyway, if you're cool with it, then I guess I won't be coming 
back to the apartment. Leaving this afternoon let's me carpool 
with a couple classmates, so that saves me some gas money." 

"Sweet. Have a fun weekend." 

"You too." 

Bill grabbed another backpack, presumably full of clothes and 
whatever else he would need during the class trip, and left the 
apartment. 

"Better hurry and get dressed, kiddo. Don't want to be late for 
school. After all... it's bad enough you're skipping out tomorrow." 

Sara grinned mischieviously as she dropped her cereal bowl in the 
sink and scampered off to get dressed. I waited for her to come 
out in a cute plaid jumper and pinched her butt as she walked out 
the door, eliciting an indignant squawk that culminated in her 
chasing me down the stairs of the apartment building and down the 
sidewalk until we had to part ways. 

I took notes in class, but I really wasn't paying any attention. 
My thoughts were on my porcelain beauty, her gorgeous blue eyes 
and freckles, and smooth, soft skin... 

It's really awkward walking from one class to the next with a boner. 

I ate my lunch robotically, too distracted to even really notice 
what I was eating. Could have been lasagna with apple sauce for 
the sauce, string cheese, and toilet paper for the noodles for 
all I cared. 

My afternoon class, I just sat there, leg jittering with nervous 
energy, tapping my pencil in between notes, counting down every 
agonizing second until class ended. 

I jogged back to the apartment, too excited to walk but too lazy 
to run. I tossed my backpack into the corner, stripped down to 
my boxers, and did some exercises to work off my energy, then took 
a cold shower. 

Clad only in boxers, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited. I 
was buzzing with anticipation, practically hyperventilating. It 
was finally going to happen! Oh geez. What if I fucked it up? What 
if I hurt her? What if she didn't like it? What if I came as soon 
as I put it in? Hell, what if it didn't fit in her at all? 

I got up and paced around the room, fingers and lips tingling as 
I began to hyperventilate. 

Then I literally slapped myself and said, "get it together!" I 
wasn't this nervous when I conned Sara into getting naked with me 
at the pond. Or when I coaxed her into giving me a handjob. Or a 
blowjob. Just chill. You've got this, man. You've got this. You 
know what it takes to satisfy your little lady, and you... think, 
you know what you're doing now. You've got this. 

I focused on my breathing and slowly calmed down. I could almost 
hear that one song from Star Wars playing in the background. The 
one when Luke reaches out with the Force. You know the one. I 
relaxed and sat back down on the bed. I was at peace. I was happy. 
I was finally going to have sex, and it was going to be with the 
cutest, most adorable girl on the planet. I. Was. Calm. 

Then I had a heart attack when the apartment door opened and 
Sara's backpack hit the floor with the force of the bomb that 
leveled Hiroshima. A herd of elephants stampeded down the hall, 
stopping just short of the door to my room... and then Sara 
casually came around the corner, leaned against the door frame, 
and said, "hey" like it was no big deal. 

I almost cracked up. I really did. 

"Hey yourself," I replied, grinning as I patted the bed beside me. 

"Hay is for horses!" she exclaimed as she leaped onto the bed, 
pausing to take off her shoes and toss them out into the hallway. 
I nickered like a horse, eliciting a laugh from her, and helped 
her out of her jumper, blouse, and panties. Naked, she crawled 
across my bed and lay in the middle, grinning in anticipation as 
I removed my boxers and freed my massive erection. 

"So, since Bill isn't coming home tonight, you want to start 
early?" 

She hesitated a moment, blushing, then grinned even wider and 
nodded vigorously. 

"Um... how... how do we start? I mean..." 

"Well, little lady, you just leave that to me." 

I kissed her on the forehead, looming over her, and I could feel 
her trembling nervously. Of course she was even more nervous than 
I was; she was just a kid, AND I wasn't about to have a monster 
dick shoved inside of me. 

Well, ok, it's not that big, but c'mon. I'm slightly bigger than 
average, according to the internet, and I'm a grown man and she's 
a twelve year old girl. There's a bit of a size difference, and 
she was definitely on the losing end of the equation. 

"Don't worry; I won't do it until you're ready. It might hurt a 
little, but it'll also feel really good," I said, hoping that was 
actually true. "If it hurts too much or you want me to stop, all 
you have to do is say something and we'll stop. Ok?" 

"Ok," she said, obviously still a little scared. 

"And I promise, I won't get mad or have my feelings hurt if we 
stop or you change your mind. Ok, sweetie?" 

"Ok." 

I kissed her on the lips and held it for a moment, and she slowly, 
hesitantly, put her arms around me in a hug, slowly gaining 
confidence. 

"I love you, kiddo," I whispered. 

"I love you too," she replied, and I could tell she meant it with 
all the passion a tweens heart could hold. 

I lay down beside her and helped her into my lap, the usual 
position whenever I fondled her. I commenced the heavy petting 
with one hand, and gently, so as not to hurt her sensitive buds, 
felt up her little boobs with the other. 

It took a while for her to get into it, but she slowly, slowly 
relaxed, tension leaking out of her tiny body as she surrendered 
herself to the sensation of my fingers sliding up and down her 
smooth slit. 

Once I felt her begin to moisten up, I removed my off hand from 
her budding breasts and carefully inserted my index finger up to 
the first knuckle, while gently rubbing in the vicinity of her 
clit with the other. Her legs twitched and she wrinkled her brow 
a moment, but when no discomfort resulted she settled back in. 
I began slowly and gently moving my finger back and forth inside 
of her, intensifying my kneading of the soft flesh between her 
legs. Her breathing got heavier and faster, her crotch felt hot, 
and she was definitely moistening up, something the anonymous 
people of the internet said was important before I jellied my 
dick into her. 

Having brought my little girlfriend to orgasm several times 
before, I waited until I judged she was close, then removed my 
finger from her vagina. I kept rubbing, slowly now, and kissed 
her on the forehead again. 

"Ready, kiddo?" 

She nodded, hesitation forgotten in the heat of passion, and I 
gently slid her onto the bed beside me and rolled onto my hands 
and knees over her. 

"Spread your legs apart, kiddo. Like when I make you feel good." 

She dutifully spread her legs and angled her hips up toward me, 
the nervous look returning to her face as she flushed nearly as 
red as her crotch. I positioned myself between her legs and laid 
down atop her, supporting my weight on my elbows. 

"Remember, it's gonna hurt just a little, but it's gonna feel good 
too. If you want me to stop, just say so." 

She nodded, biting her lip nervously, and craned her head as if 
trying to watch the deed; she couldn't see much, with me in the 
way. 

I carefully lowered myself further, then used my hand to guide my 
dick to her crotch. I fumbled around a little, letting go of my 
dick to feel her up and try to locate the right spot,then grabbing 
my dick again and pressing the tip against what I hoped was the 
entrance. I felt like an idiot, and I was definitely blushing just 
as much as she was. Fortunately, Sara was too distracted with her 
end of things to notice that I was almost as clueless and hapless 
as her. 

I gently pressed forward and my dick bent sideways; nope, didn't 
go in. I repositioned myself, rubbing the head of my penis up and 
down her moist slit until I found the right spot and pushed 
forward again. 

Her pillowy soft lips parted before me, and the tip found itself 
pressed against something hot and damp. I pressed further and it 
went inside the moistness just a bit. Sara levitated upward away 
from my penis and I gently placed one hand on her shoulder in 
what I hoped was reassurance. She settled down, still straining 
to see what was going on, and I pushed forward again. 

The head of my penis plunged into something mushy, moist, and hot; 
it was kind of like when Sara sucked my dick, but... different. 
Definitely different. There was something preventing me from 
going in further, but I pushed against it, slowly increasing the 
pressure. Sara squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, but 
said nothing. In retrospect, she was actually holding her breath, 
but I didn't realize it at the moment. 

I pushed a little more and suddenly the resistance was gone. 
Like, there should have been an accompanying sound effect. A pop, 
or a guitar string going twang! as it broke. Sara's eyes bulged 
and she clapped one hand over her mouth, stifling a yelp. I 
didn't need my hand to guide my penis anymore, so I held her in 
a hug, awkwardly keeping my weight off of her, and made 
reassuring shushing noises as she teared up. 

"Do you want me to stop?" 

She sobbed and threw one arm over her eyes to hide the fact that 
she was crying, but she shook her head no. 

"Ok. I'm gonna keep going then. Just let me know if you want to 
stop." 

I began pushing again until enough of my penis was inside that I 
could move back and forth without coming out entirely. I moved 
slowly and gently, and each thrust got me just a little bit 
deeper, until finally I was all the way inside of her. I'd 
bottomed out. 

The sensation was VERY different from what I was used to when 
she sucked me off. For one thing, there weren't any teeth. Thank 
God. If there were, that'd probably be the basis of a horror 
movie or something. Actually, I think they made that one. Anyway, 
no teeth. And instead of firm, pliable lips and a slick, 
muscular tongue, my dick was wrapped in hot, wet, squishiness. 
And it was a tight fit! It felt like I could barely get my dick 
into her, it was so tight! 

"Ok sweetie, I'm all the way in now. How you holdin' up?" 

No response. 

"Sara? You ok?" 

"Uh-huh." 

She removed her hands from her face, revealing red, tearful eyes, 
but she didn't seem too terribly upset. 

"How's it feel?" 

"It hurts." 

"Bad?" 

"Nu-no. Just... a little." 

I squeezed her in another hug, and she put her arms around me to 
return the embrace. 

"Ok. I'm gonna start moving now, ok?" 

"O-ok." 

I awkwardly found a way to support myself with my knees so I could 
move my hips, trying to find the right motion; was it straight up 
and down, or back and forth, or what? Shit, how did our 
cave-dwelling ancestors figure it out without someone explaining 
it all to them? 

Actually, they were all naked and living in close proximity in a 
cave, so they probably grew up watching each other do it. 
Including their parents. Ew. 

Focus, idiot! 

I slowly moved back and forth inside of her, never pulling out 
very far, keeping most of my penis inside of her. The word vagina 
is actually Latin for sheath, and I could see why; hers fit my 
penis like a glove. A very tight, moist, glove nice and warm from 
the dryer. It felt absolutely amazing. 

Sara lay beneath me, arms wrapped around me in a bear hug, her 
slender legs spread to her sides, knees drawn up parallel to her 
chest. Her light brown hair was spread around her head like a 
halo, hiding most of the pillow. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her 
teeth were clenched, and she was breathing fast, almost gasping. 
I could feel her tiny, barely-there boobs pressed against my 
lower chest. I was finally doing it; I was losing my virginity, 
giving it to her, and she was giving hers to me. There should have 
been a church choir singing, to make the moment even more 
beautiful. Sara had given herself, body and soul, to me. Such a 
beautiful girl, and she was all mine, as I slowly and gently 
thrust in and out of her... 

I knew it had been at least a few minutes, but it still seemed too 
soon when I felt that familiar tightness in my balls signaling 
that I was about to come. I increased the speed of my thrusts, 
just a little, still careful not to hurt Sara, as I prepared for 
the moment. My balls were used to being emptied into her willing 
little mouth at least two or three times a week, and they'd been 
denied that for the week leading up to this. There was a bit of 
a backlog built up. The pressure grew and grew until I couldn't 
hold it anymore and with a shuddering groan I thrust myself as 
far into Sara's groin as I could go and blew my load deep inside 
of her. It was the greatest, most intense orgasm I'd ever had, 
multi-colored fireworks going off inside my brain as I pumped 
load after load of semen into her. This was the fulfillment of 
every instinct in the male body, and it was absolutely glorious. 
I pressed myself against what I thought must have been her 
undeveloped little womb, filling it up with my seed, pumping more 
into her again and again in a flow that seemed like it was never 
going to stop. 

With a moan, I got suddenly lightheaded and it was all I could do 
not to go limp and crush Sara beneath me. I hugged one arm around 
her bare shoulders, the other one pressing her head against my 
chest as I panted for breath. Holy shit, that was amazing! 

I finally caught my breath and lifted myself up to look at her; my 
little angel was slightly soiled. Her eyes were red and her face 
blotchy from crying, snot running from her nose. 

"I-is it over?" she asked, voice wavering. 

"Yeah sweetie, it's over." 

She sniffled and wiped her hand across her face, smearing snot and 
tears around and not accomplishing much else. 

"Good job, kiddo; you really took that like a champ. Does it hurt 
much?" 

"... a little." 

"Ok, well just hold still for a second..." 

I slowly pulled my softening penis out of her with a gross 
squelch, and it was instantly followed by a steady trickle of 
semen. And some of it had a bright pink tinge to it. 

"C'mon kiddo, let's get you cleaned up." 

I helped her to her feet and she walked awkwardly to the bathroom 
with me, cupping one hand between her legs to keep from dripping 
my jizz everywhere. I helped her into the tub and got the water 
started while she slumped down into a seated position, both hands 
pressed against her crotch. She looked slightly dazed, and I 
began to get a little worried. 

"You ok, kiddo?" 

She nodded, then quietly said, "Can I be by myself?" 

"... sure. Let me know if you need anything." 

I shut the bathroom door behind me, and exhaled heavily. Shit. I 
hoped I didn't traumatize her or something. 

I walked back into my room and realized that my bed was a mess. 
The sheet was soaked in jizz, a small amount of blood, and possibly 
some of Sara's pussy juices. It was a mixture of bodily fluids 
that I was quite certain had stained the sheet and was working its 
way into the mattress beneath. I yanked the sheet off and tossed 
it into the laundry basket, then pulled it back out and wiped my 
dick off with it before shoving it back in. Then I sat on the edge 
of the bed, listening to the water run in the other room, and the 
doubt set in. 

I'd hurt her, really, really bad. She was traumatized for life. 
She'd never want anything to do with me ever again. Maybe she'd 
even tell someone about it. Maybe my life was effectively over. 

Before I got too deep into self-flagellating thoughts, I heard 
the shower turn off, and a minute later Sara stepped out, hair 
still damp. She came and sat on the bed next to me, hands 
covering her crotch protectively, then wiped her nose with the 
back of one hand as she sniffled again. 

"You ok?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"Does it hurt?" 

"It's sore." 

"I'm sorry, kiddo. It's like that every girl's first time." 

"I know." 

"Did you like it?" 

".... a little." 

"That's good. Did it feel good?" 

"... kinda." 

"Like when I help you feel good?" 

"... a little. Not the same." 

"You didn't orgasm?" 

She shook her head. I kind of expected it, having read that most 
girls didn't orgasm their first time, but I still felt kinda bad 
about it. 

"Well, that's normal. Sometimes it takes a few tries before a 
girl really gets to enjoy it." 

"Did... did you like it?" 

"It was great. But what really made it special was that I got to 
do it with you." 

She looked away shyly when I said that, smiling for the first time 
since I'd put it in her. I put one arm around her in a hug and 
kissed the top of her head, the scent of her wet hair and 
strawberry shampoo invading my nostrils. 

"I love you, kiddo. You're really special to me, you know that?" 

"I love you too." 

"And I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else." 

"No?" 

"No. Just you." 

She leaned into my hug and rested her head against my chest. 

"You want me to make you feel good now?" 

"Nuh-uh," she said, shaking her head. She leaned forward to 
retrieve her panties from the floor and slid them on, silently 
signaling that her nether regions were off limits for the time 
being. Seeing the cartoon frog glare at me condemningly, I 
respected her wishes and, remaining nude myself, laid down on 
the bed and patted the mattress invitingly. She snuggled up 
against me and I grabbed my laptop. 

"How about a movie?" 

"Sure." 

A comedy would probably help right about now, so I opened up my 
folder of pirated movies and hunted for the right one. 

"How about... Shrek?" 

Sara responded by making a fart noise with her mouth, and I 
waved my hand in front of my face as if warding off a foul 
stench. 

"Oh, donkey!" I said in my terrible Mike Myers impression. 

She giggled and snuggled beside me as I put one arm around her 
and started the movie. 

Yeah, Shrek was definitely the right call.

CHAPTER 36
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The next morning I stumbled out in my boxers, poured a bowl of 
cereal, and sat at the table, waiting for my brain to wake up. 
Maybe I should start drinking coffee. 

Sara wandered in, hair sticking in all directions, night shirt 
sagging off one shoulder and wearing the cartoon frog panties 
from yesterday and I suddenly didn't need any caffeine to wake up. 

"Mornin' kiddo." 

"Mornin'." 

I poured her a bowl of cereal and she flopped into her chair and 
started crunching away, staring into the void at That Which Man 
Was Not Meant To Know, located roughly in the center of the 
table. She was definitely not a morning person. 

"How you feel?" 

"Sore." 

"Sore?" 

"Yeah. Like... there's a bruise in my privates." 

There actually probably was, given that it was her first time and 
all. And I'd certainly stretched her out a bit. 

"It'll get better. You want a Tylenol?" 

"No, it's not that bad." 

We finished our breakfast and I put our bowls in the sink, then 
said, "Since we're both skipping school today, you wanna watch a 
movie?" 

"Sure." 

We migrated to the couch and I let her pick out a movie. She 
selected one from Bill's stack of DVD's and I raised my eyebrow; 
Dr. Strangelove didn't seem like the sort of movie a 12 year old 
girl would be into. For that matter, I didn't know if it was 
something I'd be into either. 

Turns out, we both liked it. In fact, for the rest of the 
semester, either of us could crack the other up by shouting, 
"MEIN FUHRER! I CAN WALK!" 

Sara didn't get all the jokes, and we were both somewhat 
distracted. She sat in my lap during the movie, and before long 
my hand had mysteriously found its way between her legs and was 
gently stroking her through her panties. After a bit, she 
shifted her position on my lap and sat Indian-style, crotch 
exposed, so I slid my hand into her panties and fondled her 
crotch directly. 

We just sat like that for the rest of the movie, both of us 
laughing, her face slightly flushed as I slowly, gently rubbed 
her slit the entire time. 

After the last nuclear bomb exploded and the credits ended, Sara 
suddenly spun around in my lap (trapping my hand in between her 
legs) and pounced on me with a loud, "RAAAAR!" 

We hadn't wrestled in a long time. It was fun just... having fun. 
After a couple minutes of tussling about, I suddenly flipped her 
shirt over her head, blinding her and trapping her arms as I 
pinned her to the couch. Then I pressed my lips to her belly 
button and blew. 

"PPPPPPBBBBBLLLLLLTTTT!" 

"Aaaaah! Hahaha! Stoooop!" 

"Never! Pppbbbbllllt!" 

Then I took advantage of the opportunity afforded me and put my 
mouth over one of her little boobs. The whole thing would just 
fit inside if I opened my mouth... I blew against her puffy 
nipple and when that only resulted in a burbly noise, I shook 
my head back and forth and blew a raspberry. 

"AAAAAAACK! NOOOOO!" 

Sara squirmed her way out of my grasp, wiggling out of her shirt 
in the process, and stood, legs spread, slightly crouched, ready 
to dodge in any direction. She was clad in just her panties now, 
face flushed, breathing heavily, a grin on her face. I lunged for 
her and she scooted under my swinging arm, bounced off the couch, 
and jumped on my back. 

"Gotcha!" 

"Oh no!" 

I flopped backwards onto the couch, careful to land on my butt 
first and then roll onto my back so I didn't squash her, and she 
shrieked, letting go in an attempt to escape. I rolled around to 
face her, grabbed her panties, and yanked them off as I stood up, 
launching her butt and legs in the air as I did so. 

She landed flat on the couch with an indignant squawk, then 
shrieked as I tossed her panties in her face and started tickling 
her all over. 

"N-n-ooo-ooo! Aaaaah! Stop!" 

I kept tickling her until she couldn't breath anymore, then I 
relented and flopped onto the couch next to her. She sprawled 
beside me, stretching one leg across my stomach, and gasped for 
breath, still grinning. 

"I think I won, kiddo." 

"Nuh-uh!" 

"Yeah huh." 

"... Ok. You win." 

"Ha. Told you." 

I looked at her beautiful, naked body and gently rubbed my hand 
up and down the leg she had on top of me, feeling my erection 
grow inside my boxers. 

"So... whatcha wanna do today, kiddo?" 

"Let's spend the whole day naked." 

"Now that's a plan!" 

I slid out of my boxers and she sat up next to me, taking note of 
my growing boner. 

"You wanna try sex again?" 

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head. She subconsciously covered her 
crotch with one hand and winced slightly. 

"Ok. You want some girl vitamins?" 

She pretended to think about it for a second, then nodded 
cheerfully. I leaned against the corner of the couch and she laid 
down across the rest of it, on her belly. Her legs slowly 
alternated back and forth in the air above her butt and she held 
herself up on her elbows as as she took my penis into her mouth 
and began sucking. 

I really am a lucky bastard, I thought to myself. I didn't even 
feel a twinge of guilt for corrupting this sweet, innocent girl 
either. Not anymore. She was all mine, and I was all hers. 

I gently stroked her hair as her head bobbed up and down in my 
lap, and happily reflected that it was only Friday morning and 
Bill wouldn't be back until late Sunday evening. I had the better 
part of three days to do all sorts of naughty things with his 
little sister. 

What would he do if he found out... 

Sara cleared her throat and pulled my dick out of her mouth while 
she stretched her neck, then resumed sucking, and I forgot all 
about any concern for Bill finding out I was fucking his sister. 
It's hard to think about anything when a pretty 12 year old has 
her lips wrapped around your cock. 

I continued gently stroking her hair as my balls tensed up and 
then shot my load into her mouth. She waited until I finished, 
then swallowed and carefully sucked me clean before sitting up 
and cuddling against me. 

"You like the way that tastes, kiddo?" 

"Uh-huh. It doesn't taste weird anymore. I like it." 

"Well that's good. I like giving you your vitamins." 

She giggled and hugged me, and I squeezed her back. 

"Betcha I can kick your butt in Mario Kart!" 

"Oh, you do, huh? You're on!" 

Yeah. This was going to be a great weekend.

CHAPTER 37
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Saturday began when I stumbled out of bed to shit, shower, and 
shave (in that order), then wandered into the kitchen for 
breakfast, not bothering with clothing. Sara wandered out shortly 
after me, yawning and scratching her butt, clad in the usual 
nightshirt and pink panties. I immediately spotted something 
unusual and blurted out, "You changed your hair." 

"Yep. It kept getting in my face." 

She'd pulled her hair back into a pair of pigtails, which 
changed her appearance more than I would have expected. Still... 

"Looks good, kiddo." 

"Thanks. Breakfast?" 

I set a plate with toast and scrambled eggs in front of her as 
she flopped bonelessly into the chair and began to nibble her 
breakfast. She gently whacked my shins with her toes as we ate 
in silence, then I grabbed both our dishes and put them in the 
sink. Sara seemed to notice my nudity only just then, and with 
a mischievous grin she shucked off her shirt and panties so we 
were both in matching birthday suits. 

"Whatcha wanna do today, kiddo?" 

"Hmm... Boyfriend-girlfriend stuff!" 

"Getting an early start, huh," I chuckled, feeling myself rise 
to the occasion. She giggled, and I took her by the hand and led 
her to my room, where we both hopped in bed. 

I settled her in my lap and she spread her legs for me, and I 
began rubbing her smooth little slit. She looked over her shoulder 
at me with a blissful smile, and I leaned down to give her a 
peck on the lips. She settled back against me, smiling, and 
closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. I had her perfect, total 
trust. 

Which I, of course, abused shamelessly. I'd brought her to orgasm 
enough times to get a rough idea of how long it took and what 
signs she gave that she was close, so I concentrated on 
identifying those signs. Before long she was breathing heavily 
and had moistened up noticeably, and I increased the intensity 
of my petting, focusing on the area around her little clit. When 
her breathing turned into panting, her face flushed as red as 
her crotch, and she began to scrunch her toes and clench her 
fists... I eased off. I moved the focus of my rubbing to her lips 
and slowed down. Her breathing gradually slowed, and I began to 
pick up the pace again. As I felt her nearing climax a second time, 
I eased off again, prolonging it. She crinkled her forehead in 
what was possibly frustration, but I don't think she realized I was 
deliberately bringing her to the edge and then backing off before 
she tipped over. All she knew was that she was close, but no 
fireworks yet. 

By the third time I'd brought her to the brink and backed off, 
my hand was starting to get slick with her juices and she was 
definitely feeling the effects. She was so close, and yet it 
hadn't happened yet; she NEEDED to orgasm, and she needed it bad. 

Which was when, without feeling an ounce of guilt, I made the 
big move in my master plan and whispered into her ear, "You wanna 
try sex again?" 

She opened her eyes and pondered the question while I continued 
gently rubbing up and down her hairless slit, then replied, "Is 
it gonna hurt like last time?" 

"Not as bad. You might be a little sore, but it won't hurt as 
much as your first time." 

She thought about it some more, and I offered more words of 
encouragement. 

"Plus, we can try a different position; that might be more 
comfortable for you." 

"..... ok." 

"That's my girl. You're no chicken, are you." 

"Nuh-uh." 

"Ok. Get on your hands and knees." 

"Like in the caveman movie?" 

"Yup; just like that. Remember when we practiced in the tent?" 

Sara rolled off of me and got to her hands and knees on the bed, 
while I sat up and positioned myself behind her. Straddling my 
legs on either side of hers, I held her waist with one hand and 
guided my penis to her slit with the other. 

"Ok sweetie, I'm gonna go slow like last time, ok? I'm only 
gonna go in a little at a time. If it hurts too much or you want 
to stop, just say so, ok?" 

"Ok," she said, a slight tremor in her voice. Her face and crotch 
were still flushed a bright pink. 

I gently pressed the head of my penis to her slit and felt her 
pillowy soft lips part before it; a little rubbing up and down 
located the hottest, moistest part and I pushed forward, inserting 
the head into her vagina. It was so tight it felt like she was 
trying to pinch the tip off my dick. I began a slow, easy 
back-and-forth motion, not pulling it out, just moving it. When 
she seemed ok with that, I began to press forward, pushing deeper. 
I felt her tense up and she sucked in air between her teeth with 
a hiss. 

"You ok, kiddo?" 

She nodded, but didn't say anything. I continued the gentle 
back-and-forth movement, concentrating on not hurting her, and 
gradually thrust my way deeper and deeper inside her. After 
several minutes, I felt the head of my dick press up against 
something, and my crotch was mashed up against hers. I was 
completely inside her. 

"How you doin', Sara?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"... what?" 

"I'm ok." 

"All right. Here we go then." 

She tensed up again, so I waited a little bit until she relaxed 
slightly, then began to slowly, gently, thrust in and out of 
her a little at a time. Holy crap, it felt amazing. She'd gotten 
pretty good at blowjobs, but actually putting your penis inside 
a girl was way better. It was hot, wet, tight, squishy... 
honestly, there's no way to really describe it that doesn't make 
it sound kinda gross. You just have to experience it. If you've 
never tried it yourself, I definitely recommend it. 10 out of 10, 
would penetrate again. 

Both hands on her hips to help her hold steady, I gently thrust 
in and out of Sara at a steady pace. Before long, she was 
breathing heavily again and clenching the sheets in her hands. 
My plan seemed to be working: her first time, she'd focused on 
being scared and how much it hurt. This time, Sara seemed to be 
enjoying my dick as much as she liked the heavy petting. I picked 
up the pace a little and she squirmed underneath me to keep 
herself upright, but made no protest. I took that as a sign to go 
even faster and began pumping my hips; Sara rocked back and forth 
in time to my thrusts, pigtails bouncing on either side of her 
head, panting and making little squeaks. I could actually feel my 
balls slap against her pussy as I fucked her. 

"You ok?" 

She just gasped for air, but eventually nodded vigorously. Then 
she suddenly tensed up, clenching the sheets so tight that her 
knuckles turned white, and buried her face into the pillow as she 
let out an odd sound somewhere between a moan and a squeak. At the 
same time, her vagina seemed to ripple down the length of my cock 
and squeeze it to the point that for a second, it was honestly 
difficult for me to pull out of her for the next thrust. She 
raised her head again, gasping for air, and seemed to suddenly 
go limp, and I realized I'd just felt her orgasm from the inside. 

Just the thought of that instantly made my dick harder, and only 
a few thrusts later I felt myself tense up, my balls tingle, and 
I hilted myself in her crotch and fired my load as deep into her 
as I could. I hadn't pent it up like last time, but it still 
seemed to go on forever. Honestly, by the time I was finished, 
my balls were sore, like they were about to implode. Sara went 
limp, and my hands on her waist were the only thing keeping her 
top-down, bottom-up, as I caught my breath and waited for my 
erection to die down. Any excuse to stay inside of her for as 
long as possible. 

All good things must come to an end eventually, however, and I 
pulled my now flaccid penis out of her with a barely audible, 
but definitely wet-sounding, noise. A bit of my cum slowly oozed 
out of her and down the length of her slit, and I patted her 
rear with possessive pride. I collapsed onto the bed beside her 
and she flopped sideways on top of me, still blushing and gasping 
for breath. 

"How was that, kiddo? Better?" 

She nodded, then replied, "uh-huh," breathlessly. I gently felt 
one of her little boobs with my hand, then reached up to take her 
by the chin and tilt her head so I could give her another kiss 
on the lips. 

"Did it hurt?" 

"Not as much. It's sore again. But it felt good." 

"Yeah?" 

"Really good." 

"I'm glad. I like it when I can make you feel good." 

"Me too." 

I snorted at her comment and she giggled, snuggling up against me. 

"So you think you wanna try sex again in the future?" 

"Can we do it that way again?" 

"Sure. We can do it however you want." 

"I love you," she said dreamily as she rolled over on top of me 
and put her arms around me. 

"I love you too, kiddo," I said, holding my little girlfriend to 
me. I closed my eyes and felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep; 
a nap sounded good right about now. 

"How come in Dinosaur Planet all the muscley people wanted to eat 
meat and take over?" 

"... what?"

CHAPTER 38
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We lay there for a while, both of us sweaty and panting for breath. 
It suddenly felt intolerably hot in my room, but I was still 
recovering from blowing my load deep inside of Sara, so I didn't 
bother to move. 

What eventually motivated me to get up was the feeling of my own 
jizz running down my leg as it slowly oozed out of Sara, down her 
slit, and onto my thigh. It just felt gross. I had no idea how she 
felt about it, because she was just staring off into space, 
flushed and breathing heavily even though we'd finished several 
minutes ago. 

"Hey, kiddo? Let's hope in the shower." 

"Ok." 

She rolled off of me, made a high-pitched "Ack!" noise and 
clutched at her crotch with one hand, and followed me into the 
bathroom. We took a cold shower together; no sexy shower 
hanky-panky, we were both too winded for that. The shower was 
strictly business. We soaped each other down, rinsed off, and 
headed back into the living room. 

"You wanna watch a movie?" 

"Sure." 

"Ok. Go pick one out and I'll get us a snack." 

I admired her lithe figure as she squatted down in front of the 
tv to browse my and Bill's collections of DVD's, then went into 
the kitchen. We'd eaten breakfast pretty recently, so I wasn't 
really hungry. Just needed a light snack. 

Sara had picked out a movie, bouncing on her toes as she presented 
it to me. 

"Dead or alive, you're coming with me," she said in a deep 
monotone that in no way resembled Robocop. 

"Again?" 

"It's good!" 

"You just want to see it because it's gory." 

"Yup!" she agreed cheerfully as she spun around to face the DVD 
player again, bending over and giving me another nice view as 
she inserted the disc. 

Movie inserted, Sara jumped onto the couch beside me and stared 
quizzically at the plate in my lap. 

"What is that?" 

"Try it and see." 

I'd taken some graham crackers and lightly drizzled them with 
honey and sweetened, condensed milk. It was a simple snack, but 
you had to go easy on the honey and milk or it got WAY too sweet. 

"Hmm!" 

"Like it?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

Around the time Red Foreman's midlife crisis after his divorce 
with Kitty led him to blowing a cop's hand clean off, we both 
started to feel a little chilly, since we were watching the movie 
in our birthday suits. I stretched out across the couch and Sara 
lay on top of me, and I draped the blanket on the back of the 
couch over us. 

Once the movie was over, we both headed back into my room and 
flopped onto the bed. And I immediately decided I was changing 
the sheets before I went to sleep. 

"So whatcha wanna do now?" 

"I dunno." 

"More boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?" 

"Sure." 

I patted my lap, inviting her to assume the position for some 
heavy petting, but she just shook her head. 

"I'm ok for now." 

"You sure?" 

She blushed and nodded. 

"Ok, well, if you don't want a turn..." 

She took my penis in her hand, grinned, and began swishing the 
head around with her tongue until I got hard again, then went to 
town, bobbing up and down, pigtails bouncing, while I leaned 
back against my sweaty pillow and enjoyed the sensation. She was 
definitely getting really good at blowjobs. I guess all that 
practice paid off. 

It was only a few minutes later that I felt that tension building 
up, then blew my load into her sweet little mouth. Sara swallowed 
noisily and smiled, then slid up beside me and molded her naked 
body against mine. 

"How was that?" 

"You're getting really good, kiddo." 

"Really?" 

"Oh yeah," I said, tousling her hair. "You like getting your girl 
vitamins?" 

"Yup!" she replied, face scrunching into an adorable smile. 

I held onto her for a little while as she snuggled against me, 
slowly kicking her feet back and forth in the air. But before 
long... 

"What do you wanna do now?" 

I glanced at the clock. It wasn't even lunch time yet. 

"I dunno. Wanna play a game?" 

"Nah." 

"Wanna watch another movie?" 

She made a face and rolled onto her back, momentarily distracting 
me with the view of her pretty little breasts. 

"Nooo. I've seen almost all the ones we have." 

Hmm. I just blew my load, and she wasn't in the mood for her own 
sexy times, so we couldn't pass the time that way. There just 
wasn't a whole lot to do in the apartment together... 

"I have an idea. Let's do some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff." 

"Isn't that what we're doing now?" she asked, quirking one eyebrow 
at me and dramatically running one hand down the length of her 
beautiful, porcelain body to emphasize the point. 

"Yeah, but I mean other stuff that boyfriends and girlfriends do." 

"Like what?" 

"Let's go somewhere." 

"Like, on a date?" 

"Sure," I said, feeling myself warming up to the idea. 

"I've never been on a date before," Sara said, obviously getting 
excited by the idea. "What are we going to do?" 

"It's a surprise," I said, lying like Hillary Clinton after yet 
another aide shot himself twice in the back of the head and made 
the gun vanish afterward. I honestly had no idea where I was going 
to take her or what we were going to do. But I figured there had 
to be something to do around here, being a college town and all. 

She leaped off the mattress and landed on her feet in one smooth 
motion, then danced around excitedly. 

"This is gonna be so cool! I've never been on a date before! We 
get to do real boyfriend-girlfriend stuff!" 

"Yup. Better go get dressed, kiddo. We're going out," I said, 
making finger guns and grinning like I had the slightest clue what 
I was doing. After all, Sara wasn't the only one here who'd never 
been on a date before. 

I pulled out my laptop and looked up local attractions that would 
be appropriate for a 12 year old while I got dressed, then snorted 
at the thought. Appropriate for a 12 year old? A 12 year old I had 
actually fucked just this morning. 

Whatever. It at least had to be something nobody would question a 
young, college-aged man and a little girl together. Maybe they'd 
think we were brother and sister or something. 

I finished dressing and walked to the door just as Sara stepped 
out of her tiny room and shut the door behind her, face red with 
that luminescent blush of hers. 

She'd dolled herself up. Her pigtails were now a ponytail, and she 
was dressed in a white sundress, white thigh highs, and a pair of 
hot pink sneakers that totally clashed with the rest of the look 
but still had the overall effect of making her look adorable. 
She'd even apparently applied a rose-scented perfume, in slightly 
excessive quantities. 

"Wow, look at you! All dressed up for your first date?" 

She nodded, apparently too embarrassed for words. I'd also decided 
to look a little nicer than usual for our 'date', but that just 
consisted of khakis and a polo shirt. 

I stuck my elbow out for her and she wrapped her arm around mine, 
hugging it to her chest and making it super obvious she wasn't 
wearing a bra under the thin material of her dress. Then again, I 
wasn't sure she even owned a bra; maybe a training bra? I had no 
idea, and it wasn't likely to be something that had occurred to 
Bill either. 

That gave me an added destination for our date: we needed to take 
Sara out to buy some feminine essentials. 

"Shall we go?"