Author: Sterling
Title: Getting Big Brother His Own Little Girl
Summary: Nancy is 6, and she's mad because her big brother Daniel
is mean to her now he's a teenager. He leaves his laptop unlocked
one day, and she discovers he's got a big secret. She could
tattle or she could try blackmail, but instead she goes about
finding him the sort of little girl he craves. She uses no stick
but an addictive carrot to nudge Wendy into being the sort of
girl Daniel would like. When Daniel finds out he interrupts her
plans, but they find it took less than they thought for Wendy to
adore Daniel.
Keywords: mg, mg(6), pedo, loli, toys, coercion, romantic, slow, oral

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/5/2023.

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Getting Big Brother His Own Little Girl

Chapter 1

Nancy was 6. Her brother Daniel was 14. He used to be nice to her
sometimes. She remembered that. But now he wasn't nice at all. He
had gotten stinky, and his voice got lower and he was growing
bigger. He had those gross little things on his skin -- zits. All
that physical stuff was OK with Nancy, but along with the changes
in his body, his attitudes changed too. Daniel made it clear to
his friends that he had no time for his little sister. He didn't
want his friends to know he liked her a little and used to be
nice to her. She thought if his friends were decent they wouldn't
mind if a brother was nice to his sister, at least a little, now
and then. But now he went out of his way to be mean to her when
they were around. And he was no nicer the rest of the time.

He used to walk with her to cool places. The old quarry. The
place on the brook with the little waterfall. And best of all was
the place where the horses were. There were horses just munching
grass in the fields, horses pulling wagons, people riding the
horses, some of them just learning. There were ponies too, and a
few of the girls learning to ride were her age. Now he wouldn't
do any of those things any more. She wasn't old enough to go on
her own, so if Daniel wouldn't take her she just couldn't go. Her
parents were always busy. He used to do those things because he
liked them himself, then for a year or two did them because he
knew she liked them, but since puberty he said she was a stupid
little kid for caring about stuff like that.

One day when Daniel was away with his friends she went into his
room. That wasn't very good of her. She wasn't supposed to go
into his room without permission. And then she saw his laptop...
and it wasn't locked! Back when he was nice to her now and then
and let her in his room, his laptop was always locked. She asked
if she could see what he had on it and he didn't let her. He used
to just say, "Some things are private", but last month he had
said, "Of course not, you little snot!"

She knew that even if he was really mean to her, she shouldn't
look at his laptop just because it was unlocked. But she did it
anyway. Lots of the stuff was boring, but then there were some
things that weren't. There was porn. She knew what porn was,
because bigger kids looked at it and she could sometimes peek
from a distance. She thought it was gross but also hard to turn
away from. Now she looked again. There were lots of videos of
naked men and women. The man's thing got hard and stiff.
Sometimes the woman sucked on it, or rubbed it with her hand. But
most often the men stuck it into the woman between the legs. The
men and women in the videos looked like they were enjoying it.
She would have looked at a little of this just because she was
curious. But now she looked at more, because this was stuff her
brother had collected, and he was being mean to her so she wanted
to know more about him. Then in another part of the drive, in a
folder, were lots of still pictures of little girls. Some were
her age and some were younger. For some it was just the face, for
others the whole girl, and in some they were in bathing suits.
Did he really like small girls? He certainly wasn't being nice to
the one small girl who was around all the time -- her. And she
hadn't noticed him talking to little girls either, like around
the neighborhood. So he had porn, and he had pictures of little
girls. There were other boring folders of him and his friends,
and sports stuff. But no pictures of little boys, or big girls,
or women, or men.

And then she found a folder that was confusing. These were
drawings. Some of them were drawings of naked little girls. It
was one thing to like little girls, but did he like thinking
about them naked? That was definitely naughty. Then there was a
drawing of a man with a big long penis and the little girl was
naked and looking at it. Wow, that was strange. And then a
drawing she couldn't believe at first, but it really was what it
seemed. There was a little girl on her back, and a man had his
penis stuck up into her like a man would do in a grown woman!
That looked like it would hurt a lot! But she reminded herself it
was just a drawing. She couldn't help put it together then. Most
big boys liked big girls, but her brother liked little girls.
Like "liked" them and dreamt about having sex with them? There
were other drawings of men with their heads down on the little
girl's privates, and others of girls with big penises in their
mouths. And more with men with their penises sticking into little
girls between the legs. They were all drawings, thank goodness.
She couldn't believe any little girl would actually want to do
any of those things in real life!

She wasn't quite sure what it all meant, but she had a hunch that
he wasn't supposed to have pictures like that. But she had heard
about gay people, like when two men loved each other and were a
couple instead of the usual kind. Was this kind of like that? Men
in couples with little girls? It didn't seem the same, somehow,
but she was only 6 and she knew there was a lot she didn't know.

She tried to put his laptop back the way he had left it, but she
didn't remember exactly how it had been. She made her best guess.

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When he came back later he stormed into her room. Their rooms
were right next to each other and shared a wall. "Have you been
in my room?"

"No..." she answered in a small voice.

"The computer's not where I left it. No one else is home."

"OK, yeah, I was there, and sat on your bed and wished you'd be
nice to me again, and I guess I moved it."

"And it wasn't locked. I see I didn't lock it. You didn't look at
anything, did you? Actually, I know you at least fiddled with it
because it wasn't on the same page."

"No, I didn't look at anything," she said, looking away.

"You're lying! I can tell when you're lying!" She didn't try to
deny it. "Did you see anything different?..." He was stumbling
for words. "Anything that, um, surprised you?"

"I didn't look much," she said. "And I don't know what big boys
are supposed to have on their computers. I saw some porn. But all
boys have porn, right?"

"Yeah, movies of men and women having sex different ways. A lot
of boys have some. You wouldn't tell mom or dad about that, would
you?"

Nancy shook her head. But she had this sense that wasn't what he
was worried about.

"Did you see anything else?"

"Well, yeah." She described the sports teams and her friends and
family vacation pictures, then remembered she had told him she
hadn't seen much, so she stopped.

"Anything more -- unusual or interesting?"

"There were lots of pictures of little girls. I didn't know you
liked little girls. I'm a little girl and I'm right here and you
don't like me very much."

"Oh, I like you. I like you a lot, even if I don't show it much
-- sorry about that," he said, but she could tell he was thinking
about something else. His voice got very quiet. "Anything else?"

"Well, there was porn."

"You already told me about that. Anything else?"

She looked at him and gulped, and looked down, then shook her
head.

"Any that were drawings, not real photos?"

Nancy hesitated. "Maybe," she said softly.

He flopped back onto her bed, hands covering his face. "You
didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"There's no one to tell. I'm all alone in the afternoons." She
didn't need to say that he used to be there in the afternoons and
even do things with her sometimes.

He sat up. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"No," said Nancy. "I can keep a secret." But she looked away.

"Did all those pictures make you think... things about me?"

"Well, the porn means you think about sex. And the pictures of
little girls mean you really like little girls." That much was
OK. "And... you like to think about men doing sex with little
girls -- maybe you think it's awful, and it's kind of like a
horror movie?" Daniel didn't say anything, and she knew it didn't
really make sense.

Nancy had a horrible thought. "You don't do anything like that,
do you?" she whispered.

He looked at her, then gave a quick laugh. "No, oh no, I'd never
do anything like that! No, never."

And she felt sure he was telling the truth. "But you kind of
think about it?"

He got quiet. "Yeah, I think about it. I think about it a lot.
Everyone else my age thinks about sex with girls the same age as
us. But I don't." He turned to look at her. "There, I've said it.
There's one other person who knows. Even if you're just...
younger than most people."

She knew he was on the verge of saying something nasty about her
but had stopped himself.

"Do you know what would happen if anyone found out about that?"
Nancy shook her head. "They would hate me. Everyone would hate
me."

"Why would they hate you? Some boys like boys instead of girls,
and that's called gay and that's OK."

"Lots of people don't think that's OK either. But that's between
boys the same age, more or less. And even if we might think it's
a little weird, they can find others like them and be happy. But
how many little girls would want to do the things in those
drawings?"

Nancy made a sour face. "None!"

"Right. So if some man really, really wanted to have sex and no
little girls would have sex with him, he might take one in
private somewhere and do it to her when she didn't want to."

"That would be awful! You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"No! It's awful when any men do it to any girls. I'd never do it
at all." He had been very tense, but then relaxed a bit.

Nancy thought a moment, and then suddenly got a sick feeling.
"What about me?"

Daniel hesitated just a moment, then gave a sigh of relief. "Oh,
no, I couldn't ever do anything to hurt you! And I don't even
dream about you that way. You're special. Even if I was drunk and
crazy and mad at you I'd never do that. You're my sister and that
makes it all totally different. That's called incest. Brothers
and sisters never do it. Even when they're both teenagers and
both really interested in sex, they're never interested in each
other."

Nancy wasn't sure she got everything he was saying, but the
important part was that he didn't think about her that way.

There was a pause, and he looked at her. "You're the first person
who I've ever told about this. Well, I didn't exactly tell you,
but you're the first person who knows."

"Why not go to the doctor so he can fix it and make it go away?"

"I can't tell anyone. I can't tell mom and dad. I certainly can't
tell a doctor, because he'd report me to the police. But people
hate people like me more than anybody else. Absolutely hate us.
But even from what I read, nothing can fix me. It's just who I
am." He paused. "There's no reason you would know all this at
your age, but now you know."

"So it's a big secret. I won't tell. You won't hurt anybody. But
you can look at pictures." So that whole subject was closed,
right? No, her brother had more to say.

"Boys are always thinking about sex. The normal ones look at
regular porn. I still think about it just as much as they do, so
I've got those other pictures. But sooner or later they all get
to have sex with women. I never get to have sex. I never get to
get married."

Nancy thought she could see his eyes welling up with tears, which
she had never seen before. He must be really, really sad about
this! And it sort of made sense. Adults were always thinking a
lot about who they might marry, and were really unhappy if they
thought they never would.

Maybe she could help. "What if I found you a girlfriend? A little
girl for you."

Daniel laughed. "Oh, that's a nice thought." He paused and
laughed again, then stopped himself. "It's a wonderful fantasy,
it would just never work. We couldn't go anywhere as a couple.
We'd have to keep it a secret. And that's even harder for little
girls than grown-ups. But the main thing is... There are no
little girls who would want a boyfriend -- at least not one who's
a lot older."

It didn't sound like something most girls would like, but there
were all kinds of little girls in the world. "But if I did it, if
I really found a little girlfriend for you, would you be nice to
me?"

Daniel gazed off into space. "If you could do that, I would do
anything you asked me to do. Absolutely anything." His eyes
focused on her again. "The main thing is, you now know about my
problem with being attracted to little girls. And no one else can
ever find out. No one. I'm trusting you not to tell anyone else.
Can I trust you?"

"Yeah," she said. She was thinking about what to say next.

"What else?"

"Could you be nice to me, like you used to?"

He relaxed. "That shouldn't be a problem. But how have I not been
nice to you?"

"You never do things with me any more."

"It's just boys like different things as they get older."

Nancy knew that, but she also knew it wasn't the whole story --
and so did he.

"But it's not just that. I'll do more things with you."

"What about your new friends, who think it's really not cool if a
brother is nice to his sister?"

Daniel looked at her a moment and paused. "You know, you're
pretty clever. That really is why I'm not nice to you when
they're around, isn't it? Hmmmm."

"Well, you could keep pretending with them that you think I'm
just a little brat, but maybe in secret when it's just the two of
us, you could be nice?"

"I guess," he said. "But you looked on my computer!"

"Yeah, well you left it unlocked! If you found something secret
of mine, would you say, 'Oh, I shouldn't look at that because
it's secret!' "

Daniel paused. "You've got a point... So if I'm nice to you more
then you won't ever tell anyone."

"I wouldn't tell anyway, I promise," she said. Even if he was
mean to her she couldn't tell on him. It was just too big a
secret.

"I'm glad to hear that. But if you're mad at me, let me know and
I hope I can make things better."

"Thanks," said Nancy.

"I really haven't been very nice to you lately. I can see that
now. Sorry."

Daniel got up and tousled her hair on his way out.

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Chapter 2

Nancy thought about the problem. She had one big advantage over
Daniel. She could talk to girls just a little younger than her
and no one would think it was strange. What's more, the girls
would do just about anything she said because of course little
girls look up to big girls. She could play 'I'll show you mine if
you show me yours' and most of them would be willing. And even if
some little girl tattled, the worst she would get was a frown.

But then what? She really couldn't imagine a little girl who
would say, "Oooo, I've been wanting to find a big boy to have sex
with!" Daniel was right about that.

So how could she get one? If she threatened them with something
bad, they'd just tell their mommies. If they didn't tell they'd
still be unhappy. And obviously Daniel didn't want a girl who was
unhappy. So what about good things?

She thought again about what he wanted, and even the thought made
her a little queasy. Daniel wanted to be naked with these girls
and show them his big penis and get them to rub it or kiss it, or
he wanted to kiss them in the private parts... or stick his penis
into them between the legs. What kind of reward would make a girl
do those things? Candy? But there wasn't any girl who liked candy
enough to do that for just some candy. Nice fancy clothes? She
couldn't afford them, and even if she could everyone would want
to know where the girl got them.

She had an idea. It was based on something she had seen just a
couple times in porn. There were these little things that buzzed,
and it seemed that women really liked to put them between their
legs. And among all of Daniel's drawings there was one of a
little girl with a man holding one of those between her legs and
she looked really happy. And if she found a girl who liked that,
then it was in the right direction of their liking to do sexy
things with Daniel. Because the buzzy things were about sex.

She also had a little lead to go on. The sound they made in the
porn videos was something she remembered. Once when she got up in
the middle of the night to pee she had heard something from her
parents' bedroom, and when she tiptoed close to listen, she heard
them whispering to each other, but she also heard that buzz. The
exact same thing as in the porn videos.

Maybe she could find it in her parents' bedroom. So when she knew
everyone would be out of the house, she started looking. It
wasn't in any of the obvious places. But maybe her mommy would be
embarrassed about having something like that and would hide it so
no one would ever find it. So she started looking in places where
she thought her mommy might hide something -- places where no one
would ever look. She went to her mommy's closet and looked in the
very back. It didn't take long. In the back was a box about three
feet high that was full of sweaters. And right at the bottom was
-- the thing! She turned it on and the sound it made was
unmistakable.

But now what should she do? If she stole it, then her mother
would be mad. Or maybe -- this made more sense, actually -- her
mother wouldn't say anything, because she would be embarrassed
for her kids to know she owned one of those things. She would
probably just think she must have not put it back where she
thought she had. Taking it would be risky, but then Daniel would
be really sad if he never had anyone to have sex with.

The next question was where to keep it. Her mother might not
admit she owned it, but if it disappeared she might search every
corner of the house. She might think Daniel had stolen it,
because big boys did things like that. But she would search
Nancy's room too. But Nancy knew a place that should be safe.
Under her bed was a floor board that was kind of loose but you'd
never know it. And under that was a hole that would be big enough
to hold the buzzy thing.

But first, at a time when she knew no one would be home soon, she
took the buzzy thing into her bedroom to see how it worked. You
put it around you private parts, that much she knew. So with her
panties down, she tried things. The first few places she tried
she found nothing. In another one it was irritating. Then one was
pretty nice, then one next to it was better, and then... that
felt good! She kept pressing it there, then letting up the
pressure and pressing again, and... this was like nothing she had
ever felt. She'd played with herself down there and gotten a few
tingles when she'd tried, but nothing like this. This was
pleasure! And the more she did it, the more she wanted to keep
doing it. Minute after minute she poked this way and, and took a
break for a few seconds but then went right back to it, and
then... Wow! What was that? Waves of pleasure, then she relaxed
and didn't want to rub it there any more.

As she caught her breath she looked at the thing and smiled. Some
little girl might like that feeling so much she'd do just about
anything to get it.

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The 5-year-olds were her best shot. The younger ones didn't know
enough, and the girl had to be younger than her.

"Hi, Katy."

"Hi, Nancy."

"You want to come over behind this shed here where no one else
can see? I've got a secret thing to do."

"Sure!"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Katy hesitated just a little, and then she pulled her panties
down.

"So, now you can touch mine if I can touch yours."

Katy shook her head and pulled her panties back up.

"Well, OK, it was just an idea," said Nancy, as Katy disappeared.

Things went the same with Sarah.

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"So, Becky, I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Becky was still interested when they touched each other, and then
even when they agreed to open each other's naughty lips up just a
little bit.

"So... let's lie down next to each other, OK? ... So there's this
magic thing. If you put it down in your naughty parts it feels
good... Here, I'll show you." Nancy used it on herself for about
ten seconds, and exaggerated the little gasps of pleasure.

Becky took it, and it didn't take her too long to find something
that felt good. She giggled, and after maybe twenty seconds
handed it back.

"Does it feel so good you want to keep doing it? You can do it
longer if you want."

Becky shrugged, and that was the end of that.

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When Carol put the buzzy thing between her legs, it seemed to
Nancy she was reacting more like she had. She wanted to keep
using it, and found the right place, and kept gasping and taking
irregular breaths, minute after minute. Finally she twitched and
gasped, just like Nancy had.

"That was really neat!" said Carol.

A few days later, Nancy asked Carol if she wanted to go back
behind the shed again to use that buzzy thing, and she shrugged
and shook her head. She'd liked it once, but apparently not
enough to do it more.

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And then there was Wendy.

The day after their first time behind the shed, she found Nancy
and said, "When can I use that thing again?" Nancy was busy after
school that day. But Wendy asked again the next day, and they
went back to the secluded spot and Wendy used it again. Looking
at her using it, Nancy guessed that the feeling it gave Wendy was
even better than what it did for her.

After three days of that, Nancy moved on to the next step.
"Before I give it to you this time, you need to take all your
clothes off."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to and it's mine."

Wendy shrugged and quickly took all her clothes off.

"And just one more thing... put your panties over your head."

"Nancy!"

"Your choice. You don't have to do it, but if you don't then no
buzzy thing."

Wendy looked kind of funny gasping and moaning through her
panties, but she had another of those big, really happy feelings.

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Chapter 3

"Daniel, I've got someone I'd like you to meet."

"Who?"

"Her name is Wendy. She's almost five years old."

"Haha. Very funny."

"No, I think she's willing to meet you."

"I can't wait to hear this." Daniel looked like he was about to
hear Nancy tell a silly story.

"I found this buzzy thing mom has..."

"A buzzy thing?"

"You see one in porn now and then. A thing a woman puts between
her legs that makes her feel good."

"A vibrator. Mom has a vibrator?"

"Yeah, she does, and I found it."

"How did you know know she had one?"

"Never mind. I may be a little girl but I might know some things
you don't." She stuck her nose up in the air. Then for good
measure she stuck her tongue out at him. Daniel just nodded
thoughtfully. "So there's a bunch of girls at school, a year
younger than me -- kindergarten instead of first grade. And I
asked if they wanted to play doctor. A few did and a few didn't.
I offered them the vibrator. Some thought it was no big deal or
just a curiosity, but Wendy... Wendy loves it and she wants it
every chance she can get. She took all her clothes off without
thinking about it much when I said that's what it would take to
use it again." She figured she could skip the part about her
panties over her head.

"So anyway, I said I'd invite her over to play, but she had to be
willing to meet you if she wanted to use it again."

"Wow, you're pretty ingenious!" said Daniel. "I'd be willing to
meet her. No harm in meeting someone, right?"

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Daniel joined Nancy and Wendy on the floor in Nancy's room. He
was happy to listen to what they were talking about and offer his
own thoughts, calibrated to a kindergartner's way of thinking. He
could see that Wendy noticed and soon became comfortable with
him.

And he was delighted with her. She wasn't gorgeous, or brilliant,
but she was a nice 5-year-old girl and Daniel loved it. He might
have adored just about any 5-year-old girl who showed up, but
Wendy was the one Nancy had brought home.

He asked the two girls into his room so he could show them
something, then all three played on the floor there. Nancy
drifted away. Wendy and Daniel kept playing together in his room.
She was a little shy at first, but she liked the things Daniel
showed her. Some were toys Daniel had outgrown but were if
anything too complicated for Wendy, but she was fascinated.
Daniel was delighted with every word that came out of Wendy's
mouth, and she was soon talking virtually nonstop about every
little thing. Daniel saw Nancy appear in the doorway for a brief
while, then smile as she withdrew.

Much later, she returned. "Wendy, I've gotta take you home soon."

"Oh! Oh, then what about it -- the thing?"

"Yes, you can use the thing. Come into my room."

Daniel had not been aroused while he and Wendy were playing, but
now his erection grew rapidly in his pants as he heard the
muffled voices of the two girls in Nancy's room next door. To
think what she was doing! He didn't hear much for a while, then a
moan that had to be Wendy coming!

Shortly after that the two girls emerged, and Nancy walked Wendy
home.

Daniel locked his door, stripped, and lay back on the bed. With
images of Wendy in his mind, he stroked himself five times before
cum came shooting out -- gobs and gobs of it. Ten minutes later,
he was hard again and quickly brought himself to orgasm.

Five times before bed that night he relieved his tension... his
profound desire for the miraculous little Wendy.

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When Nancy and Wendy had joined Daniel in his room, Nancy said,
"So now to use it you've got to lie on the bed and hug Daniel."

She hesitated a moment.

"Oh, you don't have to do that if you don't want to," said
Daniel.

"Sounds like fun!" said Wendy, and sat next to Daniel on the bed.

He lay down and left room beside him for her, and in no time she
had joined him and given him a big hug with both of them lying
down, and then they separated and each one lay on their back.

They talked a while. Daniel turned onto his side, admiring this
amazing creature who had dropped in from heaven. Or actually, it
was his kid sister Nancy who had brought her. He realized Nancy
had left the room and shut the door behind her.

Wendy glanced over at Daniel now and then, and then said, "Why do
you like me so much?"

Daniel was stunned. Had he been that obvious? "I... Well, you are
a wonderful little girl and I'm delighted to know you."

To Daniel's relief, just then he heard a knock on the door and
Nancy's, "It's time to go soon."

"Oh... Oh, got to go now!" said Wendy. She leaned over and gave
Daniel a loud kiss on the cheek before giggling and going off to
join Nancy in her room for a few minutes.

Nancy and Wendy appeared outside Daniel's open door.

"Bye," said Wendy.

Nancy said to her, "Next time you've got to take your clothes
off."

"Oh," said Wendy, looking uncertain.

"Or you don't get to use it again."

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"Nancy, we can't make Wendy take her clothes off."

"Why not? You can't have a real girlfriend and have sex with your
clothes on!"

"Yeah, but it's not right. It's like she's addicted and you're
blackmailing her to feed her habit."

"You wanted a girlfriend!"

"Yeah, but she's got to choose it freely."

"But you said it yourself -- no girl that age is going to want to
have sex with you!"

Daniel paused. "Sex would be nice, but it's already a miracle
just to have Wendy as my friend -- and to hug her on the bed...
it's fantastic. I'd rather never have sex than feel like she's
doing it to get a reward."

"Oh."

"And by the way, does Wendy know not to tell anyone about hugging
me and lying beside me?"

"Of course. I told her before I invited her over that she could
never say anything about you, and she got it."

Brother and sister smiled at each other.

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Daniel heard the door open as the two girls let themselves into
the house.

Outside the door to his room, Nancy said, "Bye now", and Daniel
could hear her shutting the door to her room.

As Wendy stood in Daniel's doorway, she looked troubled.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Wendy, looking down.

"Oh, come on, I can tell when something's wrong."

"She told me I've got to take my clothes off. Or I'll never get
to use it again."

"Grrrr!" said Daniel. When Wendy looked worried, he said, "That's
not for you, it's for my sister... I told her not to do that."

"Oh," said Wendy.

"I've got an idea," said Daniel. "You can pretend to take your
clothes off, and we'll both say you did."

Wendy smiled, but then stopped smiling."That's lying."

Daniel thought. "What if I go lie on the bed, facing the wall,
with my eyes closed. You quick take your clothes off and then put
them right back on, and I'll never see."

"OK," said Wendy with a bright smile.

Daniel lay against the wall. He wouldn't look. Of course he
wouldn't look. He heard the rustling cloth he'd expect to hear
when a girl stripped, and then silence.

"You're naked, right?" said Daniel.

"Yeah."

"Then go ahead and put your clothes back on."

"You want to peek?"

"Oh, I don't think so, you don't have to--"

"I think it would be fun. Just a peek, though!"

Daniel slowly turned over just enough that he could see by
turning his neck. There she was, across the room, facing him.
Naked from head to toe, but his eyes zoomed in on her privates --
the little girl lips. He had had his peek, he should turn back
over.

"OK, OK!" said Wendy with a laugh.

Daniel turned back over instantly.

"You looked like you were going to faint. It's just a little girl
body. Just like Nancy."

She might look like Nancy, but the way she affected him was
totally different.

Daniel just lay facing the wall, exhausted and confused. He heard
the rustling that meant Wendy was dressing again. He turned over
and sat up on the bed, and Wendy sat beside him. They talked, but
it was awkward, unlike those first couple times.

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"Nancy, we have to talk," said Daniel, ushering her into his
room.

"You've got to let Wendy use the vibrator whenever she wants.
Even if she doesn't want to come over any more."

"Why would I do that? It's my vibrator! Well... it's not hers. If
she doesn't come over, then she can't have it."

"It's not right," he said. "It's just not right."

Daniel thought of threatening to tell their mother about the
vibrator theft, but then realized that the secret Nancy was
keeping for him was infinitely more important.

Daniel had some thinking to do. Wendy had been coming over every
other day, pretty much. But then it was a full week before she
came over again. He didn't know whether it was Nancy or Wendy who
had been responsible for holding things up, and Nancy always
changed the subject.

When they were alone together, Wendy looked like she was going to
say something important, but Daniel cut her off. "Here's a
present for you," he said, handing her a small wrapped gift.

Wendy looked confused, but opened it. "Is this...?"

"Yes, it's a vibrator. Your very own vibrator. You can take it
home and use it whenever you want. You never have to do anything
Wendy says again. And you never have to come here if you don't
want."

"Oh, that's... Oh," said Wendy. They were both standing, and s he
leaned forward to give him a hug -- an awkward half-hug given
their different heights.

Wendy sat on the bed, looking off into space.

"You looked like you were going to tell me something when you got
here," said Daniel.

Wendy nodded. "But... Is this the last time I get to see you?
Because Nancy's not going to ask me over any more?"

"Oh, I hope not!... I mean, it's up to you. I bet Nancy will
still invite you if you want to come. In fact I'm sure she will."
Nancy might be mad at him, but her goal was to get him a
girlfriend, not to exert power over the candidate girl. "But if
you come over, it's because you want to."

"OK... I was going to say I thought it would be fun to pretend to
be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Really?" said Daniel.

"Really!" said Wendy, beaming at him.

In no time they were lying on the bed facing each other, holding
a long hug.

Wendy broke it and pulled back. "If you're going to be my
boyfriend you have to kiss me."

Daniel thought he might faint. He leaned over Wendy, and she
raised her lips to give him a child-like smack. So he smacked
back. Then he said, "Want to pretend to do it more like real
boyfriends and girlfriends?"

"OK," said Wendy cheerfully. Daniel demonstrated. He'd never
kissed anyone for real before, but it wasn't hard to figure out
from watching movies and TV shows. After a minute, Wendy pulled
back and smiled. "That's very nice!" she said.

"Oh, and another thing boyfriends and girlfriends do is touch
each other like this." He brushed his fingers over her hair, then
her neck, arm, chest...

She hesitated. "And they have sex too."

"Right!" said Daniel. "But that part we'll definitely just
pretend about."

"Oh, good. I thought I'd have to break up with you if you needed
to do that with your girlfriend." She smiled at him and he smiled
back. "I don't want to see your penis," she said with a frown of
distaste. "But I could get naked. You could watch me use the
vibrator."

"Oh, shit, Wendy..." muttered Daniel. "That would be... Oh, my
God..."

"What? What?" said the girl.

"I think I'd go crazy," he said. "When a boyfriend sees his
girlfriend naked, he wants her really bad. If she's giving
herself pleasure, it's far worse. But boyfriends and girlfriends
who are young, like my age or younger, don't actually have sex,
or even get naked. They wait until they're older."

"So we can be like that?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, goody."

Later he realized that what she was suggesting was highly
illegal. If he let anything like that happen he could go to
prison!

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Nancy was really mad at Daniel when he gave Wendy her own
vibrator. It was going to ruin all her plans! But then it turned
out it didn't. Wendy liked Daniel so much she was eager to accept
Wendy's suggestion that she come over to play. But it was really
Daniel she wanted to play with, of course. And Wendy wanted to
hug him. When she thought about it, she realized it really hadn't
been very nice of her to make Wendy do stuff to get the vibrator
time. But it had worked. And over time, Daniel would get her to
take her clothes off, and take his own off, and then they could
do sex things together!

Now she was happy. Her big brother Daniel used to be mean to her,
and now he was nice. He took her to the place on the river with
the rapids. He took her to the quarry. He took her to the horse
farm. She heard him ask about the requirements for pony lessons.
He encouraged her to ask their parents about it. They said it was
too expensive, but she still liked a lot that he had tried. She
tried asking if he'd do some make-believe with her about a prince
and a castle -- he wouldn't have done that in recent years, even
before he started getting mean. But he did now. He really got
into it, and made his own suggestions to make it more fun.

And along with being nice to her, he was happier than she had
seen him in a long time. Those friends who used to come over
didn't come any more. When she asked him about it, he said,
"Things look different now I can see Wendy every day or two.
You've been the best sister a brother could want." There was a
long pause.

She was expecting him to make a joke or tickle her or something
because saying she was the best sister a boy could want just
sounded too good to be just left hanging like that. But he
didn't. She was just left with him saying something really nice
and not taking it back or making a joke about it. She was the one
who changed the subject, but she remembered it for a long time.

Then Daniel had a different friend over, and then another joined
them. Three guys. And when Nancy appeared, he said, "And this is
my wonderful little sister Nancy!" He picked her up and held her
in his arms. The other boys looked a bit unsure at first, but
they said, "Hi, Nancy," first one and then the other. The boys
still wanted to do stuff alone together without her, but that was
OK. Other times she was welcome to join them and just listen.
That thing he'd done -- telling his friends how wonderful she was
-- that made her shiver with delight.

When this had all started she had learned that Daniel only wanted
to have sex with little girls. Wendy didn't want to have sex with
him, but she was happy to be his girlfriend, and she seemed as
happy as Daniel. Nancy thought Wendy might change her mind about
sex after a while.

The door to Daniel's room was open, and he was sitting on his bed
using his laptop. Nancy came right in without asking permission.
"So, was I kind of right? Right that I could find a girl for
you?"

"You sure were."

"And you thought I was stupid for even thinking I could."

"I did, and I was the stupid one. I'm sorry!"

"But... You're not getting to be sexy with her."

"No, it's true. But you know boys and girls my age, they usually
don't have sex yet. They wait until they're older. So I'm doing
just fine. I thought I wanted sex, but just being boyfriend and
girlfriend is so much nicer than I expected."

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Chapter 4

What a time it had been! First had been the creeping realization
that he really was a pedophile, not just going through some
phase. Next was him accepting it some -- enough to get some
pictures, but not illegal ones.

And then, when Nancy found them! What an afternoon that had been!
He was afraid his life was over. He was afraid Nancy would be
mean and threaten to tell if he didn't do every last thing she
wanted, and then maybe she'd tell anyway. And he couldn't really
blame her if she did. He had been pretty mean to her lately.

And then, to find out she was trying to find him a partner. She
wasn't disgusted at him being a pedophile -- he was more
disgusted than she was. She saw how sad it would be if he could
never have a partner -- and so she set out to find him one! And
so creative, too. He had no idea their mom even had a vibrator,
but Nancy had been creative enough to think of how to use it for
her purpose, the boldness to steal it, and the persistence to try
her plan with one girl after another until she found Wendy.

At first glance he hadn't thought Wendy was anything special to
look at, but now he could barely imagine how he had thought that.
Wendy was a goddess. Her 5-year-old skin shone with a radiance no
teen girl could hope to match. Her forehead was just the right
size for a forehead, and every strand of her brown hair shone,
and in combination with the others, each little cascade of hair
was a wonder. On a trip from head to toe, he was just getting
started.

Then there was her body. Her upper arm, her elbow, the lower
arm... all amazing. The wrist and each of those fingers, each
finger with its several pieces and joints connecting. The little
fingernails. They were amazing. When he looked around, he
realized other people all had those things too, but Wendy's arm
had been the one to let him discover that, and because it was
Wendy's it was better than all the others. Dirt under her
fingernails and a scratch here and a scab there all meant she was
an active child who wasn't afraid of getting banged up a bit as
she explored her world.

Did they think the same? Well, no. Could they engage in deep
conversations about sports, music, bands, and world affairs? No,
they could not. Daniel at age 14 knew far more than Wendy did. He
could engage in abstract thinking, and she could not. Yet it
wasn't just that he had more and she had less. Her mind worked a
certain way now, and as she got older it would start working
differently. But her current way of seeing the world was its own
miracle, with its own special value and charm. He wasn't waiting
impatiently for her to grow up and learn more and more. He would
treasure each version of her that came along.

What could they do? They could hug, and she liked to hug him as
much as he liked to hug her. They could gaze into each other's
eyes and kiss. He could explore every inch of her 5-year-old
through her clothes -- except her private parts -- and worship
it, and she didn't mind. She kind of liked it.

And they could play. Play and play and play. They could follow
the imagination of a 5-year-old, enhanced by the ideas of a
teenager who was more aligned with the mindset of a 5-year-old
than just about anyone else could be.

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For whatever reason, Daniel's circle of friends started to grow.
Soon there was a gang with half a dozen core members and a few
others who came and went, and sometimes they got together at
Daniel's.

"That's great all those friends you have," said Nancy.

"It really is. Things are going great."

"Any idea what's changed?" Nancy had a strong hunch, but wanted
to see what Daniel had to say.

"People like me more, I think. I just feel good about myself, and
care a lot less what other people think. And since I care less,
for some reason they like me more."

"Any idea why they'd like you more?"

Daniel looked down at her and smiled. "Of course... It's Wendy.
Wendy, Wendy, Wendy. To have such a girlfriend as her. I adore
her. And I thought I would never, ever have anybody. And I've got
you to thank for it."

"Happy to help my brother," said Nancy, feeling very grown-up and
proud. After a pause, she changed the subject. "I like hanging
out with you guys sometimes, you know, around the edges. And most
of them have been nice to me, or else ignored me. But George...
George isn't very nice."

"George? I've never noticed anything about him."

"You wouldn't. It's little things. But you remember that thing he
said about your dumb little tag-along pet?"

"Yeah, he didn't mean anything by it."

"No, not if it was just that. But he looks at me sometimes, all
up and down, and will tell me I'm skinny, or if something about
sex comes up, he'll say, 'but you wouldn't know, would you?' and
it's not very nice."

"I guess. But guys do that sometimes, right? Get kinda mean."

"I guess," said Nancy, not very happy.

So when Daniel had friends over, Nancy wandered through where the
guys were hanging out, and if George was there, she didn't stay
around.

And then she realized that a month had gone by and she hadn't
seen him at all. She remembered the last time he had been there.
She saw him look at her, then quickly look away.

"What happened with George?"

"Oh, George? He doesn't come much any more. At least not when
we're at our house."

"Is it just coincidence?" said Nancy.

"Well, no. I did talk to him," said Daniel. "I said you were kind
of an especially sensitive girl, and it would be better if he
didn't talk with you or look at you or say things about you. And
I don't think he has lately, has he?"

"No. He doesn't come over any more."

"Come to think of it, you're right. But I see him other times. I
felt bad saying you were sensitive, like there was something
wrong with you. There isn't. But it's really hard to just tell
someone he's being a creep. Someone in your gang. Do you get
that? So it seemed like a kind of compromise. You mind too much
my saying you were sensitive?"

"No, I don't," said Nancy, who reached out to give her brother a
big hug.

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Then there was one of the guys kind of on the edge of the group.
Jason. She caught him glancing at her. As soon as he saw she was
looking, he turned away, looking guilty. But out of the corner of
her eye, she saw him looking again. And it was very different
from George. It sort of reminded her of how Daniel looked at
Wendy.

The big deal about Daniel and Wendy was that Daniel had a
girlfriend, and he never thought he would.

Nancy thought about Jason from time to time. What if he was like
Daniel?

Then it struck her. She was envious of Wendy. Really, really
envious. Wendy got a lot out of her relationship with Daniel.
Something little girls never got anywhere else in life. Someone
who adored her and respected her. Nancy got the feeling that
girls only got that much later when they had a steady boyfriend,
and even then it was no sure thing. Lots and lots of big girls
had mixed feelings about their boyfriends. She knew that much.

She went into her brother's room and sat on the bed. "I got
something to ask you about."

"Sure... What?"

"It's that guy Jason. He's interesting."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he looks at me sometimes."

"Like George? Well, Jason isn't really such a big part of the
group. I could just stop inviting him here. That would be easy."

"No, that's not what I meant. He kind of reminds me of how you
look at Wendy. A lot, really."

"Oh, well then I'll be sure not to invite him. You hardly need a
pervert bothering you."

"But don't you see? Maybe he's like you. Like I'm the only size
or age of girl he likes."

"Oh, God, I've had so much trouble even accepting myself. Why
would you want to do anything like Wendy is doing? You got me
Wendy because you wanted me to be happy. It's wonderful to care
about your brother, but you can't go around trying to help all
the pedophiles."

"I wasn't thinking of helping Jason out. I was thinking of me."

"You?"

"I think Wendy is really happy. She loves you, and you are very
good to her. You adore her. Not many people have anyone to adore
them."

Daniel looked off into space. "You think I'm good for Wendy. That
I make her life better. I guess you're right, even if everyone
else would be horrified."

"So maybe if Jason is as nice as you are, then I could be happier
too."

"Wow," said Daniel, looking at his little sister. "Wow... OK, so
what do I do? Say, 'Hey Jason, my little sister is looking for a
pedophile, and thinks you're probably one and wants to know if
you'd go on a date with her.' ? He'd punch me, or run the other
way very fast. Probably both."

Nancy sighed. "I know you're just a boy, but think about not
being so direct about it."

"Well," said Daniel. "I can ask him over as a friend, just the
two of us. That's no problem. That wouldn't give anything away,
right?"

"Right!"

"But then what? Maybe suggest a game that needs three people?"

Nancy smiled. "Not a bad idea. But when he comes over, I'll ask
if he can look at my dolls. And if he doesn't I'll stomp off
pouting, and you'll tell him it would be easier if he looked, at
least for a little while to humor me."

"That could work."

"But I don't think I'll have to do any pouting. He wouldn't pass
up an opportunity to look at my dolls, if he's the kind of boy I
think he is!"

"I hope you know what you're doing," said Daniel. "But you've
been right about everything so far."

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Chapter 5

Jason looked uncomfortable as Nancy showed him a couple dolls.

Then she started talking about her life, the parts that weren't
secret. Like what her parents did, and how nice Daniel was to
her, what school was like, and so forth. As he kept listening,
she was more sure than ever that he was really attracted to her.

They were sitting side by side on the bed, and she didn't see how
anybody could miss what that expression on his face meant.

Nancy said, "Can I sit in your lap?"

Jason stammered, "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

But Nancy was already crawling onto his lap, sitting sideways.

"I really like you. Do you really like me?"

"I... Um, yes, I am delighted Daniel has such a charming sister."

"But do you like me? Just me, sitting here on your lap?"

There was a long pause. "Yes, I do," he said softly.

"Do you like me more than any of the big girls?" She wasn't sure
how this would go, but she was trying to get at it from different
angles.

"I do," he said softly. "We're way too different in ages to be
friends, but I do like you an awful lot."

Nancy reached out to squeeze Jason, thought a moment, and then
got up and opened the door. "Daniel?" she said in a loud voice.

"Yes," came the voice in return. He was in the other end of the
house, but rapidly approached.

"Would it be OK with you if Jason and I became good friends?"

She saw him looking over her head at Jason. "It would be just
fine with me," he said, keeping his gaze on Jason. "I think that
would be terrific."

Nancy gave him a big smile, then closed the door on him and
returned to Jason.

"I know something most girls don't. There's a certain kind of man
who really, really likes small girls. I have a friend my age who
knows one of those men, and they are really close friends, and
she is very, very happy. And I wasn't sure, but the way I saw you
glancing at me the last time you were here, I thought maybe you
were one of that kind of man too. And one who maybe would like
not just some small girl, but me."

Jason looked very uncomfortable, and he said, "It is true, I
really, really like you. Let's be friends... Do you want to play
a game? Or I could read you a book..."

"If I lie down on the bed, would you lie next to me and hug me?"
Jason looked truly tormented then. "You heard Daniel say it would
be fine if you and I became really close friends. I would never,
ever tell anyone that you and I lay down and hugged, or that you
were my very close friend. That would just be our secret."

Jason muttered "God help me," to himself, then to her said, "You
know what I am, then..."

She nodded.

Jason lay down with his arms open, and Nancy lay down right in
front of him, pushing in close against him. She put her arms
around him and hugged, and he hugged her too.

"But we're just dating, right?" she said. "We're only close
friends if we both want to be. And that means you have to be nice
to me, right?"

"Oh, man, I can never imagine being not nice to you on purpose,
and if you told me something was wrong I would do my best to fix
it."

Nancy remembered Wendy saying how wonderful kissing was. She
puckered her lips at Jason, and at his surprise she laughed but
then puckered her lips again.

Jason lowered his head and the kissing began. It felt funny at
first. Their teeth bumped together once, but not too hard. And
then it felt really good.

After a while they got up, and Nancy started talking. She could
tell Jason was listening to every word. It was wonderful. Daniel
was kind of nice to her these days, but it was nothing like this.

Before too long Jason said he had to be getting home, and they
said goodbye.

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Daniel said, "So... it was a success."

On an impulse Nancy leapt up so Daniel had no choice to catch
her, and she plastered herself against his front. When she pulled
her head back she realized she had tears in her eyes.

Daniel said, "A really big success?"

"I think so," said Nancy.

She explained what had happened, and Daniel said, "Wow, you moved
fast!"

Nancy said, "I guess I did. But I knew he wanted it. I just knew.
And I didn't want to wait to have a wonderful boyfriend."

"So... should I invite him over on, say, Thursday?" It was
Monday.

"Tomorrow. Can you invite him tomorrow?"

"Wendy's coming tomorrow."

"That's fine. It will be like a... double date, right?"

"I guess so."

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"Hi, Wendy, this is Jason, a friend of mine," said Daniel.

"Hi," said Wendy.

The four of them stood in Daniel's room, and there was an awkward
silence.

Nancy said, "I'm going to hug my boyfriend." She leapt up at
Jason, and just like Daniel the other day, he had to catch her.
But when she plastered herself against him, it was different.
This was her boyfriend, not her brother.

Wendy said, "Well, then I'm going to hug mine!" She leapt up and
Daniel had to catch her.

Jason looked stunned, and absentmindedly set Nancy down. "So...
so you're one too?" he said to Daniel, who let Wendy down.

"Yeah," he said. "And miracle of miracles, we both have little
girlfriends. Nancy found out about me by accident, and instead of
hating me she set out to get me a girlfriend. And she did." He
beamed at Wendy.

Nancy said, "And then I saw how wonderful it was to be a
pedophile's girlfriend that I found one for myself!"

They set about playing there in Daniel's room, but it was a tight
space for four people, and while it was OK, Nancy thought it
wasn't as nice as being with Jason alone.

So she got up and tugged Jason along after her into her room. In
no time they were on the bed hugging. Nancy just knew that Daniel
and Wendy were doing the very same thing.

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Nancy realized she didn't have to be a copycat of Wendy in every
respect. Wendy felt comfortable when she and Daniel stayed
dressed and didn't do anything that was sexy. But Nancy knew how
much Daniel really, really wanted to do sexy things, and thought
probably Jason did too.

"Would you like to see me naked?" she asked Jason.

"Um, well, of course I would... Would I ever! But if we do that
we're going beyond what little girls do."

"I know that. And here's the second part. I want you to keep all
your clothes on."

"OK," said Jason, waiting to hear more.

"I'm... I'm scared of your penis. I know from those porn things
that a penis is really big when a man is having sex. And it's...
scary."

"That's fine. I can see how it would be scary. Mine isn't as big
as the ones in most of those porn flicks, but the difference
wouldn't mean much to you. It's still big."

Nancy stripped and lay down on the bed on her back. "What do you
think?" she asked impishly. She could tell Jason was mesmerized.

"Can I... Can I touch you?"

"Sure!" said Nancy, and she then felt his hands all over her, and
his lips on her shoulder, and then her neck. She felt like he was
touching her everywhere at once, and she loved how it felt. She
realized she wanted her vibrator. She wanted to use it. Right
now. She pulled back from him and looked at him. He at once
stopped caressing and looked back.

"I have something that makes me feel good. Can I use it now?"

"Um, sure?" said Jason.

"It's a vibrator." She got down on the floor, lifted the floor
board, and retrieved it.

"You can go back to patting me and kissing me while I use it."

Jason looked like he would approve of anything she suggested, and
so she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. And then she
started with the vibrator while Jason caressed her. He nibbled
her ear, and she giggled and squirmed away, but she quickly said,
"That was nice. I was just surprised." He nibbled again.

Nancy lost track of time, but she was aware of the pleasure
building and building down in her girl parts, and aware that it
felt much better, somehow, with Jason nibbling her ear. And then
she convulsed with orgasm. Over and over again. The best ever.

The next time they met he offered to lick her between the legs,
and she agreed. It felt really nice, but within a couple minutes
she wanted the stronger pleasure afforded by the vibrator, and
she achieved orgasm quickly. When she was back on an even keel,
she said, "But what about you? Boys want sex all the time, right?
And just because it's a little girl and you're a pedophile, you
don't want it less, right? But on the other hand I don't want to
see your penis."

"I had an idea," said Jason. "Of course if you don't like it then
we won't do it. But the idea is I take all my clothes off except
my underpants. That's where my penis is, in my underpants."

Nancy poked him in the ribs, and he squirmed away as they both
smiled.

"Anyway, then I face away from you, against the wall, and only
then take the underpants off, and I never, ever turn over. I
always keep the big, scary thing pointed away from you. Then I
can rub it a little, kind of like pretending it's inside a
vagina, and I'll have my really good feeling."

"That sounds OK," said Nancy.

When Jason had stripped to his underpants, the bulge was
unmistakable, and even the bulge was a little bit scary. But it
was inside his underpants, and he made sure to turn it away from
her as he lay down. She realized he had taken the box of tissues
from her bedside table and had it with him. He worked his
underpants halfway down his thighs.

So Nancy hugged him from behind, and felt him moving his arm. In
no time at all she heard him gasp and felt him shudder, then felt
him relax. Then she heard wiping sounds.

"Oh, that was fantastic," said Jason. He pulled the underpants
back up. "Can I turn onto my back if I have my penis tucked
away?"

"OK," said Nancy. From that position they kissed.

But within a couple minutes, Jason said, "I'd really like to do
it again, is that OK?"

"Sure," said Nancy. She noticed that the bulge which had been
sort of middling size when he turned onto his back was now long
and straight again. She could see the tip just poking out from
under the top elastic of his briefs. But he rapidly turned away
from her. This time she just really wanted to thrust her hips
against his backside, and she knew he wouldn't mind. He said it
was really great. After another clean-up he put his clothes back
on, and Nancy did too, and then they played together on the
floor, not too different from two 6-year-olds.

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Nancy told Wendy what she had done, and a week later Wendy said
she and Daniel had done that too, and it was great. But then she
went on.

"You know what else I did?" said Wendy.

"What?"

"I reached over him and held his thing myself and rubbed it for
him. He really liked that."

"Did you get a mess on your hand?"

"Yeah, but it was easy to clean up. And it was like part of him,
and I like him so much."

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Nancy said, "You wanna know what I did?"

"What?"

"I let him lie on his back and rubbed his thing up and down until
he spurted. He didn't try to catch it with tissues but just let
it splat all over everything. It was neat. Then he cleaned it
up."

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"You know what I did?" said Wendy.

Nancy didn't need to answer.

"I let him turn over towards me, and he shot the sticky mess
right onto my stomach."

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"You know what I did?" said Nancy. "I took the tip of his thing
in my mouth."

"Ewwww!"

"Yeah, I took it in and rubbed it with my tongue. Just for a
minute or so. He promised he'd have me stop before the stuff shot
out, and he did."

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That's where they left it. Men and girls both were fondled
lovingly by their mate. Girls had orgasms from vibrators, and let
the men lick then down below. And the men spurted onto the girl's
tummy. Sometimes just once in an afternoon, most times twice, and
occasionally even more. Nancy took the tip of Jason's thing into
her mouth for a while, but Wendy thought the idea was too gross
and she never did.

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The two girls did play with each other sometimes, just the two of
them, leaving the two big boys on their own. Daniel sat at his
desk, looking idly at a book. Jason sat on his bed.

"When did you figure it out?" said Jason.

"When I was 13, about a year ago. Nancy had this friend Alison
who came over a fair amount. And she just blew me away. When I
jerked off with my eyes closed, imagining some one of my
classmates, when I was ready to shoot it was Alison's face that
always came to me. I thought it might be a phase. It didn't
pass."

"And how did you feel?"

"Awful! Like a monster! Couldn't tell a soul. But thankfully I
found a few tips online about pedophiles who never molested kids,
all life long. So I tried clinging to that. What about you?"

"Same, except it was a cousin. Oh, Mary!... And I worried about
being a molester, but was sure I never would." He sat for a few
moments, and then his tone changed. "Except that here we, are
molesters!"

Daniel gave a big sigh.

"Pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend would alarm people if
they knew about it, but it wasn't illegal," said Jason.

"I don't remember going over the line, do you?" said Daniel.

"I didn't at the time. Thinking back on it, Nancy was very
persuasive."

"I can imagine. And with Wendy, I don't remember ever considering
not doing what she suggested. But you know, we can talk about the
girls making us do it, but I wanted to do what Wendy suggested
more than anything in the world."

"Yeah, me too." Jason did a rendition of Nancy's high voice,
"Would you mind if I took my clothes off? Would you mind if I
used this thing down there to get a really good feeling?" He
switched back to his own voice. "No, I guess I could tolerate
that if you really want to."

They both smiled.

Daniel said, "Still, we're both totally screwed if anyone finds
out. Insistent little girls are no excuse. But you know what? My
parents are the ones most likely to find out, and I bet they'd
keep quiet. If Nancy is happy, and I'm happy, and if it would
blow the whole family apart to tell... I bet they'd make us stop,
but they wouldn't turn us in." Long pause.

"I guess we shouldn't have let it happen, but here we are."
Another long pause.

"Might as well make the best of it."

They were quiet a while. Daniel went back to his book, and Jason
lay back on the bed, hands behind his head, looking at the
ceiling.

"Man, 'the best of it' is pretty damn good!"

"It sure is!"

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There was sex. But most of their time together was spent talking,
and doing make-believe, and trying puzzles and games, and
snuggling. Sex was important to the boys, and since it was
important to them it was important to the girls too, and they
certainly did enjoy it. But it didn't need to take up much time,
as long as it happened.

Other parts of life needed attention too, of course. After some
initial flurries of five times in a week, they settled down to
once or twice a week. The brother and sister didn't need to have
their same-age friends over at the same time, but they usually
did.

When Jason heard how much Nancy wanted riding lessons, they
hatched a scheme where Daniel would tell their parents that there
was a special half-price deal on the riding lessons. They were
willing to pay that much -- and Jason made up the difference.
Nancy was ecstatic.

Weeks and months went by. The boys didn't worry too much about
the future. All four were delighted.

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Chapter 6

In time the arrangements changed. Both couples went through a
phase where they were just friends but didn't do anything sexual
any more. And then the four went their separate ways. Neither
girl felt traumatized by their early experiences, and neither
dreamed of revealing the secret.

In high school and college each girl dated, formed relationships,
and broke up. As young women, each took stock of her romantic
life in the typical, real world as they had recently experienced
it.

Nancy reached out to Jason, saying she feared he had spoiled her
for love with anyone else. Jason said he still loved her.
Passionate kissing gave way to fondling and hugging. Neither was
sure how Jason's penis would react, but it achieved its fully
erect form and he accepted Nancy's invitation to force it up into
her vagina. He came within seconds, but five minutes later it was
erect again and a second encounter was better paced. Four times
within the space of two hours, Jason made love to the adult Nancy
with unbridled lust. Although he was no more attracted to adult
women than ever, Nancy was to his mind not an adult woman, but
the 6-year-old girl he had loved, with a few details changed here
and there. One was that the vagina he had longed so much to enter
in the old days was now eager to receive him. They were soon
engaged and married.

When Wendy found out what Nancy had done, she reached out to
Daniel, with the same wonderful results.

Brother and sister, along with their respective spouses, got
together when they could so the cousins could play with each
other.

No one lives happily ever after, but they all lived happily for
many years.

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