In your family there is a 10-year-old girl, but not blood-related to you. You are attracted to her very much, and have been for at least 3 years, because you have a strong pedophile streak in your sexuality. You have steadfastly never 'touched' her, for the sake of said family, and for fear of the damn law. Your relationship with her is trusting, affectionate and entirely 'proper', save for the odd inside-clothing tickle or erection you've tried to be discrete about when she has been sat on your lap. Once or twice you have even cummed in your pants at the feel of that warm, soft little bum shuffling on your crotch, and nobody was any the wiser apart from the girl glancing at you curiously when you gasped and rolled your eyes.

The problem is, how do you get from these limited pleasures to, well, 'fucking her' in the space of one week? This was the problem facing 65-year-old Bill Smith, when he found that fate had left him with sole custody of his step-granddaughter, Abigail, for 7 days as the rest of the family had to go to New Zealand to visit a dying relative.

Abigail was not a typical 10-year-old girl, though, in the sense she had experienced an aggressive abduction, rape, mouth-rape and buggery at the hands of 2 very bad men a few months back (see episodes 16-19). It lasted only 3 hours, but she had gone from being a happily shy child to a timid and fraught one who barely left the house. Her prettiness, however, remained: an almost-ginger brunette mop which fell in straggly fashion to a bit further than her shoulders, framing a sweet and freckled face with blue eyes. She was not the model type of child, but had a next-door girl quality which a fair cross section of pedos would relish. Her figure, if that is the right word for her age, was the equal of any prepubescent in its skinny breastlessness and subtly feminine hips and butt.

Bill, in his idealism, reckoned her might not only be able to build up to the full sweet child-sex he craved with her, but might also repair the sweetheart's traumatized psyche by showing her that sex was loving and good. This was how he fared in his noble ambition...

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Day 1, Sunday.

The regular affectionate rapport he had with her, but the tickles and touches a little bit riskier and inside clothing. For instance, a quick cuddle from behind, slipping a hand quite low on belly skin - God, so tender! - and other hand holding her on top of T-shirt on her flat chest and nonchalantly rubbing. The crucial event, however, was inviting Abigail to sleep in his room, and she readily agreed - not only that, she wanted to sleep in Bill's bed! She wore pyjamas, and he touched her only in her sleep, and not genitally. He was pleased to find he got several good erections through the night and woke with his best in years.

Day 2, Monday.

Played games, laughing, and enjoying TV programmes together, and had tea out at MacDs. In the bed later, he progressed from cuddles and the usual touching to laying 2 fingers softly over her vagina. In a cosy embrace from behind, he steadily worked her clit and asked her how it felt. "Nice", she said, very timidly. Bill explained that 'rude things' are not necessarily bad, and that the things those men did were only bad because they were scary and violent. She seemed to accept this. He gave her a shaky little kiddie-orgasm, and nibbled on her freckled cheek. He himself cummed after slipping his pyjama bottoms down, and gently grinding on her cotton-covered bottom. Then he undressed for sleep, to get her accustomed to his nudity.

Day 3, Tuesday.

Abigail spoke with her mother on the phone, and expressed contentment but some insecurity in her tone. Bill knew he must move cautiously yet quickly. He reiterated the 'loving sex' philosophy to Abigail, and put it into practise by an afternoon session of canoodling and kissing with her on his lap, clothed. She was shy but non-protesting. At bedtime he asked her if she could 'be his little wife' for the week, to return the affection he had for her. She had no argument against this morality, but was reluctant to go naked in bed at first. In the night, Bill went 'easy', just fingering her to another little orgasm and groping every part of her. He promised himself to 'step it up' tomorrow night.

Day 4, Wednesday.

Much of the above 3 days' behaviour was recycled, but in bed this time he built up to a very open and undisguised 'simulated love-making'. Meaning missionary position with their mismatched body-sizes, complete with kissing, gasping, and stroking of her cute peppery face and sweet brunette head, gazing into her blue child-eyes, but most of all... thrusting his aroused groin at her soft little crotch, but without penetrating. He had to manually wrap her 10-year-old legs around his waist. Bill felt it was his genuine affection for her as much as the raw physical sensations that made him ejaculate really well over her belly. Later, he did the equivalent session on her delectable bum, grunting a bit stupidly it had to be said.

Day 4, Thursday.

A day of steep escalation. Downstairs on the rug, he initiated a lengthy session of his 65-year-old mouth on her bald child-cunt, which he explained was the perfect illustration of 'loving and proper' sex. After she had shyly orgasmed, he reasoned that she should 'do the same for him', by wanking him to ejaculation. He had to teach her this, as it was something her past couple of rapists had not bothered with. Frequent French-kissing, which she found a bit unpleasant but not horrible. In the night, he licked her obsessively in her bum-crack and cautiously finger-fucked her vagina - no barrier there, since her rapes - but decided to save his cum up for tomorrow.

Day 6, Friday.

Much intimate fondling and groping during the day, with games to lighten the mood such as strip poker. The entire day alternated between innocent activities and the world of eroticism, completely murking any distinction between 'abuse' and 'love' in Abigail's tormented young mind. On the surface, at least, it all seemed to raise her spirits, encouraging to Bill to see it through 'completely'. In the night, he did this by penetrative sex in missionary. Even with lube and an already-obliterated hymen, it was not easy screwing half his erection in and out of that tight camel-toe of flesh. She whined a little. She did the same when, mad with sexual love for the child, Bill repeated the exact same fuck twice more in the night.

Day 7, Saturday.

It was unusual for Bill to prioritize vaginal sex with a child over bum-fucking her, but it only served to confirm his special affection for Abigail. However, before the return of the family that night, it was important to experience being up her lovely butt at least once. She had already cringefully declined to suck his penis, and Bill sweetly assured her she didn't have to, but privately he was frustrated. With calm authority, he made her acquiesce to doggy-style 'bottom sex', as he called it, in the living room. He did it as carefully as possible, in hope of neutralising her memory of the aggressive sodomy she had suffered, and he splurged his semen a sensationally tight couple of inches inside her 10-year-old rectum.

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For a while it looked like Bill had succeeded on every front. His wife, and his wife's daughter who was Abigail's mother, returned from their sombre trip to find Abigail more talkative, smiley and energetic. She still seemed nervy, and was still scared of going out lest she had a reunion with her two abductors, but she was a child who seemed to be showing the green shoots of recovery. Quite rightly, they gave some credit to the care of her doting grandad for this improvement. Abigail, for her part, showed the maturity and strength to keep her mouth shut about the nature of this special care. When asked what she'd got up to with Grandad Bill all week, the 10-year-old mentioned all the normal things but none of the things involving either of their bodies.

Subtle little cracks of pedophilia truth began to open, though.

She would say, "It was nice sleeping in Grandad's bed."

"Good, sweetie," said Mom.

"I felt safer."

"Good, sweetie. We all care for you. We're here to protect you and love you."

"I understand that. It's what Grandad said too."

"Well, it's true."

Sometimes such conversations ended there, Abigail satisfied she had straightened something out in her head for the time being. Sometimes Bill happened to be nearby and quickly gave her a finger-on-lips signal. For 2 further weeks, Bill balanced platonic affections with continuing molestations of his beloved step-granddaughter. These included brief fondles or fingering her pussy or anus. On longer moments, he furthered her training in love-kissing and/or licked her cunt. He managed two instances of mouth-fucking her, and one of bum-fucking her. The second of the mouth-fucks - in the bathroom, always a seedy thing - was perhaps a catalyst for the dam breaking. Bill, in a rare loss of patience at her reluctance, barked at her to 'come on'. She did it, and grimly swallowed most of what his ageing phallus oozed out, but Bill sensed a decline in relations right there. Hell, she may well have cracked anyway, one could never know.

"Mommy, I didn't mind Grandad cuddling me in bed, either."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it was nice. So was the ways he touched me."

"Um, what, sweetie?"

"Um, oh, he didn't hurt me like those two men..."

"But what DID he do, sweetie?"

Bill only knew of this conversation when his wife and stepdaughter jointly confronted him with it later, together with the 'rest' they had teased out of her. They did not report Bill, partly because they could see the wisdom of his bitter repostes - that Abigail was stressed out enough to have all this raised, without having to provide evidence in any court case. Also, his loving wife, although now 'finished' with him - her words - could not bear to have him end his life in prison. It was agreed that Bill would leave their lives forever, preferably by leaving the country. In the meantime, mother and grandmother would slowly and carefully 're-educate' the damaged Abigail that sexual molestation by an adult is exactly that, and 'bad'.

Bill's new home of choice was Thailand, where he intended to recover from his pining for Abigail by throwing himself into a fetish that had grown on him in his late middle-aged years, and was perhaps closer to his true sexuality: young boys. He hoped to procure a girl-child now and then, too.

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In the next 4 episodes, we see what happens with the other members, and what becomes of the girls in their clutches. Who gets who? Rest assured, some of these young girls will remain hugely molested, and hell they might even enjoy it.