Author: Sterling
Title: Horny Little Sister Uses Big Sister As Bait
Summary: Three youngsters are stuck together for a month on
a family vacation. Five-year-old Stacy knows that the shy
14-year-old Mark would like to make it with her 18-year-old
sister. She visits him in the night-time, in the total dark, to
help him practice the skills he will need. Together they learn a
lot. But does he let this happen just so he can learn? And what's
in it for Stacy?
Keywords: mf, mg, mg(5), slow, loli, pedo, 1st, tears

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 10/24/2022.

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Horny Little Sister Uses Big Sister As Bait

Chapter 1

Mark was not looking forward to this trip. Not one bit. He had a
gang of friends at home, and they had plans for lots of fun
adventures during the summer. But he would be stuck out in the
middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers for the month of
August.

His parents had talked off and on for years about the Andersons.
The Wainwrights and the Andersons had been very close when they
all lived in Philadelphia. But then the Andersons had moved to
California. All four adults got connected with their careers, and
both couples had had children. Mark Wainwright was 14, and an
only child. He was going to be a sophomore in the fall. The
Andersons had two girls. Caroline was 18 and on her way to
college. And Stacy was just five years old. The two families had
rented a rambling house along a river in Idaho. It was the summer
of 1976.

It wasn't a bad place to be stuck if you had to be stuck. The
first day they all walked together as a group to see the property
-- the river was enticing. There were pools to splash in, and it
was like a real forest right by the river. The trees shaded them
from the sun, and the air was cool. But away from the river a
hundred yards on either side it was dry scrub.

What became clear right off was that the adults expected the
three "kids" to entertain themselves. It was Caroline's job to
mind Stacy, and Mark was old enough to mind himself. To emphasize
the separation, the younger generation's bedrooms were all in a
separate wing of the house, far from the adults.

Stacy had shoulder-length wavy brown hair, and brown eyes and a
cute face. She was nice enough, Mark supposed, for a little kid.
She was friendly, and not a whiner or spoiled brat.

Caroline, on the other hand, was going to be distracting. Her
wavy brown hair was halfway down her back, and her eyes were
hazel. She looked much like her sister, though on her the cute
face had become beautiful. She also did not look anything like a
little kid. She had breasts, she had hips, and she had a narrow
waist. The first time he saw her he felt his crotch start getting
warm. She was sexy. He had crushes on girls in school -- that
beauty Becky, mostly -- but had never approached a girl. He
figured he had no chance with Caroline. Mark was no little kid.
He was through puberty -- he had had his growth spurt, his voice
had changed, and he had muscles, even. But Caroline was four
years older, and those four years made a big difference.

When Caroline splashed in the river in her bikini, Mark excused
himself as quickly as possible. He did not want anyone to see the
bulge growing urgently in his own bathing suit. When he and the
bulge were alone in the bathroom, he barely needed to touch
himself to achieve pulsing, sticky release, which took the edge
off. But it would not stop the bulge from rising again if he went
near Caroline in her bikini.

Stacy was outgoing and cheerful, and he found himself listening
to her, and following her places, and even playing a game of
make-believe. But then he realized that if he didn't put any
limits on it he'd be spending all day with her. So he had to tell
her that he wanted most of his time to himself, and he would play
with her at most a couple hours a day. She tested his limits a
few times, but then respected his boundaries. Watching from afar,
it was clear that Caroline was not at all interested in playing
with her sister. They had lived for years together. Presumably
their different activities had separated them at home, usually,
but here there were no scheduled activities. Mark overheard Stacy
complaining to her parents that Caroline was ignoring her. Their
parents told Caroline to play with Stacy sometimes. Mark's
parents suggested he play with Stacy more. But none of the adults
followed up on those suggestions. It was up to the kids to fend
for themselves. And five-year-olds are also fully capable of
spending long blocks of time by themselves.

Mark had a favorite spot a hundred yards upstream -- a rock he
could sit on to look at his magazines. He sighed as he saw Stacy
approaching. He didn't look at her or greet her.

"You think Caroline is pretty. I can tell."

"Sure, she looks OK."

"But you think about her more, I know. I bet you'd like to be her
boyfriend."

"Stacy! We're just kids stuck here while our parents visit."

"I asked her what she thought of you. She said you were a nice
boy. I asked if she thought you were handsome. She said it was
none of my business and told me to get lost, but I saw her smile
a little. She does. She thinks you're handsome."

Stacy certainly had his attention. "Oh, really," was all he could
manage.

She gave him a mischievous smile and ran off.

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Chapter 2

Mark was drowsing in bed that night, not quite asleep, when he
heard his door open. His heart leapt. Had Caroline come to see
him? It was too dark to see anything at all, even looking into
the hallway, but a small voice set him straight. "Can I get in
bed with you? I know you don't want me to bug you, but if we're
asleep it doesn't matter, right?"

Mark had some temptation to firmly put an end to anything of the
sort. But since she's said those things about Caroline, he was
more open. And a little kid in his bed? That would be something
new.

"I guess you can come in, for a little bit."

"Oooo, thank you!" she said, and he felt her climb into the bed.
She had pajamas on, just like him. It was midway between a single
bed and a double bed. They could sleep without touching, but they
were never going to be very far apart.

"All right, good night," he said. But he did not fall asleep for
some time. There was a body in the bed next to him. He could feel
the warmth. He could hear her breath if he listened very
carefully. Some day he would share a bed with another person.
Another female. One who was grown up. The first one might even be
Caroline... it wasn't beyond possibility.

He awoke feeling the little warm body snuggling against his.
"Caroline says kissing is important. A boy has to know how to
kiss. I don't know how to kiss, but maybe we can figure it out
together, and then you'll know how if you're alone with
Caroline."

A little arm crossed his front to hold his shoulder, and then he
felt lips touching his. He had some inclination to turn her
aside, making a joke out of it. But he didn't. The lips felt kind
of nice. It's true, he certainly didn't know how to kiss well.
And if Caroline wanted someone who could kiss... It wasn't that
difficult, actually. No smacking sounds, just moist flesh sliding
over moist flesh, giving rise to sensations... very pleasant
sensations. He didn't realize what was happening at first, but
then was aware that down in his pajamas, his penis had become
fully erect. He reached down to adjust it to be more comfortable.
Stacy's body, next to him, was resting against his, and wiggling
around as they changed positions, but now he felt something else.
A rhythmic thrusting... two, three, four times... Or was it just
an accident? Five, six, seven... It was no accident. "Did
Caroline say a boy has to know what to do if a girl humps against
him?"

Stacy froze. "Oh, sorry," she said. "She didn't say that, no..."
She sounded flustered and embarrassed, but then recovered. "But
she did say... your thing, she said you had to know what to do if
a girl touched your thing." Whoa! Kissing was one thing, but
letting a little kid play with his dick?

Stacy reached down. "Oh, what is that? Oh... that's your thing?
What happened to it?"

"It gets hard sometimes. Like when a boy kisses someone." Part of
him felt like he had to put an end to this, right then. But Stacy
was talking about Caroline and what she wanted. It was partly
like he was doing this with the big girl Caroline and not the
little girl Stacy. The illusion was enhanced because it was
totally dark.

"Can you take it out so I can play with it?"

Letting his erection free of the constraining cloth would feel
good. And if Caroline were doing this, he really would want to
know how to respond right.

When it was free, she said, "Caroline said a boy has to know what
to do if a girl plays with his thing. I'm not sure how to play
with it, but I'll try things." Her little hand grasped his penis
lightly and flipped it back and forth, tugged on it, but then she
grasped it lightly and slid her hand up and down.

Mark gasped. He was astounded she had discovered that particular
motion. But she had, and it was incredibly arousing. "Oooo, it
sounds like I found something you like," she said.

His thoughts were all mixed up but his feelings were not. He
gasped and shuddered and came, sperm jetting out of his penis
onto his pajama tops. He felt some of it get mixed up between
Stacy's little hand and his penis, and she pulled it away
quickly.

"What was that?" she asked.

"That was semen," he said, panting. "The stuff that comes out of
penises when a boy has sex."

"Oh... oh, what now?" she asked.

"We clean it up -- and it's time for you to go back to bed!"

"OK," she said. And after he helped her clean her hand, she
vanished into the night.

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"How ya doin?" he said to Caroline, sitting in the other lawn
chair next to her. They had been there four days and he hadn't
approached her at all up to that point, because it would be
awkward and embarrassing.

But now he was feeling more confident. He knew how to kiss, and
could imagine her hand on his dick, jerking him off. Stacy had
hinted she might be kind of interested in him, at least a little.

"Oh, pretty good," she said, giving him a quick look.

"Is that a good book?" he said, looking at the paperback she
held.

"Oh, pretty good, not bad," she said.

The conversation lagged. "See ya," he said, rising. He started to
feel embarrassed, but then set it aside. A short little
conversation was good.

Did she know that Stacy had been relaying her thoughts about what
a boy should know how to do? He couldn't tell.

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Stacy crept into his room. She hesitated at the edge of the bed.

"You again," he sighed. "But you can come on up if you want."

"Caroline said something else a boy has to know. It sounded
really gross. I don't know how she could ever get a boyfriend if
she expects a boy to do *that*!"

"Um, what?"

"There's other stuff first. You know how girls are between the
legs, right? No penis and stuff, just a slit?"

"Of course," said Mark, though the prospect of actually touching
that part of a girl... That felt like an impossible dream.

"She said a boy has to know how to touch it... you want to
practice on me?"

Even if she was five years old, the idea of actually touching a
girl there... one who was going to tell him if he was doing it
right, for sex... He wasn't going to turn it down. He didn't
answer but gently tugged down on her pajama bottoms. She got the
message, and though he couldn't see what was going on, it sounded
like she was stripping. He figured he ought to strip too. When a
boy and a girl did sexy things, they were always naked, of
course.

"Oh, you're naked too! That's nice!" she said. "So now, the place
to put your hand... it's down here."

"I know how to get my hand between a girl's legs!" he said, with
good-natured exasperation.

"Oh, right," said Stacy. "So then you pat it with your fingers...
Yeah, that's good... And then the slit, you move your fingers up
and down, like this..." He felt her moving his index finger
slowly and gently up and down the slit. Mark paused, and his
erection twitched. His fingers were actually on a girl's private
parts! "And now inside -- but be gentle..." He felt her fingers
opening up her girl lips. What he felt inside was flesh, but more
like the inside of a mouth than outside like a cheek -- that kind
of flesh. He pushed this way and that. The vagina -- that amazing
thing in a girl...he knew he wanted it, like nothing else in the
world. But the prospect in his life so far of touching one had
been zero. But now, with this little girl to experiment with --
it had to be right there. He kind of expected just a hole, but
his fingers were on flesh, with no apparent opening. "Huh," she
said. "That doesn't feel right. Maybe I don't know how -- ouch!"

"Sorry."

"Maybe it's time for the other way. The icky part... Bleccchhh!
You won't believe this."

"Try me."

"To be a good boyfriend, a boy's got to kiss and lick a girl down
there!"

Mark had mixed feelings. Pee and poop came out down there, and
even period blood.

"I cleaned up extra special just before I came in." That was very
thoughtful of her. Then he figured that that aspect of the
situation was just as obvious to a 5-year-old as to anybody
older.

It was still the place where icky stuff came out. But on the
other hand, it was so intimate -- so close to what he wanted
most. "OK," he said uncertainly, moving down. He figured he would
have to be way below her. He nudged her up on the bed as far as
she could go, and when he got down below her crotch his feet were
hanging out over the end. He then gently slid the lips apart with
his fingers and started kissing. He couldn't smell any pee or
poop, but there was something else, very faint, that was
mysterious and enticing. He switched from kissing to licking.

"Oooo, the licking is good!" He tried different kinds of licking,
paying attention to her reaction... "Oooo that was nice! Do that
again!" Mark did that one thing. It was licking from middle to
top, right on the centerline, over and over again. She sure did
like it, but...

"Why did you stop?" asked Stacy.

"I want to explore other things. I'll do that thing again soon --
be patient."

When he pressed his tongue against her up near the top, there was
something firm underneath, but down closer to the bottom of the
slit, when he pressed, her flesh dented inward. That must be the
vagina. It wasn't a hole, but if something like a penis was there
and you pushed on it, it might go in. There wasn't any other
place like that down there. He licked off to the sides, first one
and then the other. He could feel a set of lips, but they were
inside the ones he was holding -- this was confusing! He should
have paid closer attention in those "Growing and Changing"
courses. Stacy sighed with impatience, so Mark went back to that
thing she liked so much. That tongue motion. He did it over and
over again.

"A little faster..." she asked, then squirmed and giggled. "OK,
slower again. Press harder... not so hard... Just in the
middle..."

So Mark licked, that one thing she liked best, over and over
again. He was dimly aware that she was a little girl, but this
was truly educational -- it really was playing doctor, just some
really serious doctor. Stacy gave little gasps and whimpers, and
moved her hips now and then, but he adjusted easily enough to the
shifting positions. She got more and more excited, he could tell.
Kind of like a boy would if he was about to come. Then she gave a
big gasp, thrust her hips upwards several times, and shuddered.
That must be her coming!

"What was that?" she asked, as he climbed and slid up the bed to
be beside her again.

"A girl orgasm, I'd figure." He explained about boy orgasms when
the stuff came out, and that girls could have them too, even if
nothing came out.

"Well, Caroline says a boy has to know how to do that to be a
good boyfriend."

"But she didn't mention the orgasm part?"

"No, she didn't. But even without that it sure seemed like you
learned how to do it!" He lay on his back and she snuggled
against him. They were quiet for a while. He got a sense Stacy
was getting her courage up to say something else.

"Caroline said there was something else that boys liked, and you
didn't have to teach them how... And it's pretty icky too, but
I'm so happy..."

Stacy then moved downward on the bed, and... She took his penis
in her mouth! He was shocked. "Stacy!" he said.

"What's wrong?" she said.

"You really want to take it in your mouth?"

"Yeah! Am I doing OK?"

"It's... It's wonderful, but... if you do that the sticky stuff
is going to come out right in your mouth."

"I figured, but it doesn't do any harm, right?"

"No, but it doesn't taste the greatest." He had sampled his own,
just a little bit, now and then as an experiment. "Tell you what,
you do that a while, if you really want, and I'll tell you when
to pull away so it doesn't shoot out in your mouth."

"OK," said Stacy and resumed her ministrations. He'd never
received oral sex before, just like he'd never had any kind of
sex, and it sure felt good. Then she started flicking her tongue,
and his excitement built rapidly, and rapidly crossed the point
where his orgasm was inevitable.

"OK, take it out now!" he said.

But Stacy just flicked her tongue a little faster, and Mark
couldn't help thrusting upward just a little as his gobs of cum
shot out into her mouth. After the second shot, she pulled her
head off, sputtering, "What do I do with it?" through a mouthful
of sperm.

"Oh, just spit it out, we'll clean it up," said Mark.

She spat, then took his penis head back in her mouth and flicked
her tongue again.

"It's OK, I'm done," he said, and she released him.

"I thought there might be more."

"It only comes out for a few seconds. But that's a very nice
thought," he said, catching his breath.

"So did I do it OK? Did it feel good?"

"Oh, God. It was amazing!"

He forced his thinking back to the bigger picture. Caroline had
told her a boy had to know how to lick a girl, and Stacy had
helped him learn that. And she'd told her the boy would be happy
if she took it in her mouth, though that seemed like something a
boy wouldn't need any instructions about. But for her to keep
going and get the stuff in her mouth... surely Caroline hadn't
said anything about that? As they cleaned up and put their
pajamas back on, he paid attention to who this was in bed with
him, in the total darkness. This was no woman, or high school
girl. She wasn't even a junior high girl who was the right height
but just starting to get sexy on the outside. Stacy was a little
kid! Still, in the total darkness her parts were most definitely
female parts. If when she kissed him her lips were smaller than
an adult's, he couldn't tell. He didn't know how big a woman
would be down between the legs, but Stacy was plenty exciting,
and big enough that he was surely learning.

Just as she was about to leave, he said, "Stacy, why are you
doing this?"

"Oh," she said. "I know you'd like to get all kissy and stuff
with Caroline, so I'm helping you learn how. Goodnight!"

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Chapter 3

During the day, Mark and Stacy were friendly, but showed nothing
to the world aside from the basic reality of two kids stuck
together without much to do while their parents socialized. He
participated in her make-believe and read her stories, and he
also showed her stuff like all the different cars in his
magazine. They took walks together, going both upstream and
downstream, and far beyond the property bounds. But not only did
they not do anything hinting of romance or sex, Mark made sure to
spend plenty of time apart from her too, and Stacy followed his
lead. Caroline still had her little sister bugging her at least
once a day.

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The next night he heard the door open and shut, and then Stacy
was clambering into bed with him.

"I don't know, Stacy... We shouldn't be doing this. I'm molesting
you."

"You are not!" she whispered emphatically. "Everything's my
idea!"

"Maybe, but the grown-ups wouldn't see it that way."

"Oh, we can set them straight then, if we need to." She paused.
"My parents know if you were molesting me I'd punch you in the
nose!"

It was true that Stacy seemed to know her mind and did not cower
before anyone. And her parents treated her with a certain
respect, he could see that. It was also hard to think straight
with a girl in his bed who was by now naked, warm, and
affectionate. She was trying to take his pajamas off, with little
success, but he took the hint and then they were both naked.

"So Caroline said a boy has to know how to put his penis into a
girl and move it just right."

"Um, yeah... And that's one thing we simply cannot do."

"Maybe not the whole thing, but we can practice some. A boy needs
to know how to put a finger up in a girl's weewee -- I mean,
vagina."

Weewee? It was a jarring reminder of something that wasn't quite
right, but he put it out of his mind. That place he had sensed
with his tongue... He was terribly curious what was underneath.
He reached towards it, but she stopped him.

"I'm not sure why, but I want you to do other stuff first. So now
you can do with your finger kind of like your tongue was doing
last night, since you know just what to do..."

That sounded fine, and Mark held her lips apart with index and
ring fingers, and caressed with his middle finger up and down her
centerline very gently -- but she stopped him, grabbed his hand,
and stuck his middle finger in her mouth, before replacing it
between her legs.

'Got to be wet," she said, giggling briefly.

He could see that... flesh moved over flesh much better if it was
wet. How long had he used his tongue last night? Half an hour? He
sort of hoped he wouldn't have to do this for a half hour. But he
didn't.

"OK, now try your little finger," said Stacy. He could feel her
holding her inner lips to the side, so his little finger touched
flesh. Still there was no hole, but when he pressed, those
tissues gave way easily and his finger got in a half inch! This
was electrifying. This was the place he wanted to get, more than
anything -- on a big girl, of course. He pulled his finger back
out. That was so cool! He tried going a little deeper, then back
out.

"Oh, that's so nice... Put it in all the way." Mark's little
finger went up into Stacy, half an inch, an inch, an inch and a
half... She didn't say to stop, but his knuckles touched snugly
against her on the outside.

"Oooo, that's so nice!" she said. "Try your middle finger..."

"I didn't think a girl your age was this big inside..."

"I dunno, but -- mmmmmm!" Mark's middle finger had gone up inside
Stacy, inch after inch, without obstruction. It sure was
exciting!

"Two fingers!" said Stacy. Mark's index and middle fingers went
up into her side by side. He guessed she'd want to try three
next, and she didn't suggest anything different. They went up
with ease.

"Your penis!" she whispered. "We should try your penis!"

"Oh, that would never fit," he said, because that's what he had
always assumed. And yet his penis wasn't much thicker than three
fingers.

"We should try. A boyfriend's got to learn how to make sure his
penis isn't too big for a girl so he doesn't hurt her." She
sounded a bit mischievous, but she was right.

He turned over onto her. His cock had been stiff since he took
his pajamas off, and now she guided the tip to her opening. He
was holding himself up off of her up top, taking his weight on
his arms, and had no direct feeling for the size of girl
underneath him. But he was acutely conscious of the feelings on
the tip of his penis. It was warm and wet and when he pressed
forward, the tissues gave way, not blocking his progress but
giving his penis tip a firm hug. He was in! In a girl! He pressed
a bit more and his penis went in more. There was no sign of
obstruction and no complaint from Stacy. He pulled back an inch
and went forward an inch, a few times.

"In more, in more!" said Stacy. And then, "That is, if you don't
mind..."

Mark didn't mind at all. He pressed forward then, slowly, and his
tip opened up vagina all the way in until they bumped together on
the outside. He then backed up and pushed in again.

"It fit, it fit!" whispered Stacy.

Mark pumped in and out, pleasure suffusing his whole body on each
stroke. "And then does Caroline say he has to learn how to shoot
the sperm out inside the girl?" He was trying to slow himself
down, to keep from coming right away.

"Oh, no... but I guess that would be good. Should I help?"

"I was mostly kidding," said Mark. "It's going to happen... It
feels so damn good! It's going to happen..." He pressed in deep
as he felt his cock fire, and then suddenly began thrusting back
and forth wildly as he delivered more spurts. And then -- total
satisfaction. He had gone all the way. He had come way up inside
a girl's vagina, and there was nothing more to be done, and as
for the two bodies together, no other goal to aim for. He was
satisfied. He pulled out and lay down beside Stacy.

"That was amazing," he said, and then after several seconds, "How
about you?"

"Oh, it was fantastic!" she said.

Stacy had just let him achieve his ultimate pleasure inside her
vagina, so he turned to hug her tight as they lay on their sides.
"I guess it wasn't hard to learn how to deal with a girl who felt
great when it was done!'

"That's right" said Stacy.

In two minutes Mark's cock was stiff again. Stacy felt it again
her leg. "You wanna... you wanna do it again?"

Mark hadn't considered the possibility. He had achieved such
satisfaction he assumed it was all over. But the chance to do it
again... Yes, oh yes!

He turned over onto her and probed with his penis. It was still
wet enough that it slid right in.

He thrust for a while, adjusting his depth and angle and speed.
Stacy said, "Oooo, just like that... what you were just doing
before... That was great!"

Maybe Caroline had said a boyfriend had to know how to make a
girl feel not just good but very good when his penis was going in
and out of her vagina, or maybe she hadn't, but it was pretty
obvious it would be important. Very important, in fact, if he
could do it so well she could have an orgasm. He knew that much.

Mark kept going just the way Stacy liked best, over and over,
thrust after thrust. He recognized her sounds of increasing
excitement from the time he had used his tongue on her, and now
he listened again. He also made sure to grunt and sigh himself,
so she knew how much he loved it. Sure enough, Stacy shuddered
and gasped, over and over, and then relaxed. Mark lay still on
top of her, stiff erection pressed snugly into her vagina. She
kissed him all over his chest and cheeks and lips, and then
wriggled to suggest she wanted to get up.

"Don't I get to finish?" he asked.

"Oh.. Oh! Of course you do!" she said. Mark resumed his thrusting
in and out. It still felt magnificent the second time, and his
strong urge was to thrust deeper, faster, and harder and come
inside Stacy's pussy once more. When he was done he pulled out
and they lazed together side by side. They fell asleep together,
and Mark thought it was heaven. He woke and had a hunch it was
morning. It was 5am, so he woke Stacy and told her to get back in
her own bed. It would never do for Caroline to find them in bed
together.

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"Hey, Caroline," he said, joining her once again on the lawn
chairs. He talked a while, and then threw in, "You certainly are
a beautiful girl."

He could see her freeze briefly when he said that, but then she
said, "I'm not really, but it's kind of you to say so."

After another sentence or two, he said, "You have any boyfriends?
I think anyone who gets to be your boyfriend is very lucky."

She looked at him briefly. "I've had a few. And another one
now... I think." She looked uncomfortable.

Mark couldn't believe that she was the one who was stammering and
he was the calm and collected party.

"So, do you like sex? You got one boy who did it better than the
others?"

"You're being very rude!" she said to him. "Go away!" But he
could see a twinkle in her eyes.

He had been quite rude, but then... he had a hunch that was how
these things started.

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Stacy came to join him again that night.

"So what more did Caroline say a good boyfriend has to know how
to do?"

"Oh, um.... Keep doing it over and over again, as long as you're
boyfriend and girlfriend."

"That sounds good," said Mark. Stacy didn't suggest much in the
way of elaborate preliminaries, and Mark didn't volunteer much
either. They kissed, and as they kissed he slid his finger
between her legs, wet his finger inside her vagina briefly, and
then began that stroking motion on her centerline she liked so
much. "OK," she said, after just a couple minutes. Mark turned
over onto her, slid his penis in, and began thrusting in and out.
At first he just did it with abandon, relishing the act and the
freedom to mate with abandon. But then he settled down into the
pattern she liked best, reaching down to kiss her, and within
just a couple minutes she came. He returned to his own pleasure
and this time got to the very edge of orgasm and then thrust his
penis in just as deep as it would go, and held still as the
spurts came out, one after another.

They separated and lay side by side, and within five minutes both
felt his erection against her thigh. They did it again, and Mark
paid close attention to every feeling. Girl cheeks, eyes, and
small arms -- and her hair -- the silky head hair was very
alluring. Down below, a tummy and a little mound. Legs spread
wide, inner thighs coming together at the special spot, just
below the mound. Things between her legs were not completely
simple, but now he focused on the one thing he liked so much --
the straight shot up into her vagina. It was a miracle how it was
so smooth, and wet but not too wet, and tight but not too tight,
and of course warm. Inside a body is always warm, and maybe her
vagina was even a little hotter.

The other miracle was how much his mate wanted him to be doing
exactly what he was doing. He could tell she enjoyed every
thrust, and wanted another, and another -- on and on. He had the
power to give her ecstatic release, and he set about doing just
that. Now every thrust still felt fantastic to him, but in her
they combined to bring her to ecstasy. His pattern then changed
to what would bring him to his own climax, and he could tell that
his mate wanted him to be doing that -- to be doing exactly what
would make him feel best. His spasms shot semen up into the
vagina, just where nature intended it to go. The two pelvises
stayed locked together for a few minutes before he disengaged and
lay beside her. She immediately snuggled against him.

Dancing just on the edge of his awareness was that his partner,
here in the total darkness, was not a woman or a big girl but a
very small girl. There was nothing between her tummy and her
thighs to clue him in to this fact. Her face must be closer to
her pelvis than on a big girl, logic suggested. But he had no
idea in practical terms how far apart they would feel on a big
girl.

Stacy made as to get up but Mark asked, "Maybe once more, if my
penis gets hard again?" Concentrating on the details had been so
wonderful he was just very interested in doing it one more time.

"Sure," she said. It took half an hour for Mark's erection to
become full and strong once more, and they did it again. Stacy
said not to worry about her pleasure and just enjoy his own, and
he did. Having just come twice in the past hour, it took him a
good long while, but he did finally finish, intensely satisfied.

Not once did they glimpse each other in the night. Mark's room
was totally dark. But their other senses were plenty to give them
both deep satisfaction.

Once more he woke, this time at 3am, and sent her back to her own
room.

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Chapter 4

"I think it's too bad we're stuck here without our boyfriend and
girlfriend," said Mark.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"You don't really have a boyfriend now, do you?"

"No, I don't. There's this guy, and I'm hoping..." She had let
her guard down, and now she put it up again. "And what about
you?"

"No, I don't. I kind of implied I did, I guess. I broke up with
her a few weeks before we came out here."

"Ha!" said Caroline. "I bet she's the one who broke up with you."

Mark didn't follow that line. "I can think of some hot things a
boy and girl could do out here in Idaho, since we're stuck with
each other."

"Go!" said Caroline, frowning at him.

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"Hey, Stacy," he said. "I think we've had a great time. You've
taught me a lot. But let's take a break. Don't come to my room
tonight, OK?"

Stacy did not look happy. Mark could tell she was trying to hide
it, but at five years old she was pretty much an open book. She
was very unhappy.

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Mark opened Caroline's door, an hour or so after all the
grown-ups had gone to bed.

"Who's there?" she whispered with alarm.

"Just me, just Mark," he whispered in turn. "Don't worry, I'll go
any time you want."

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just thinking of you, and thought I'd come so we could
talk a bit."

"We talk during the day, and you've been bugging me lately."

The curtains in Mark's room blocked out all the light, but the
ones in Caroline's room did not, and he could see her, an outline
in shades of gray. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he got to
see her better and better.

He sat on the edge of her bed. "I know I've been bugging you, but
I don't think that's the only thing going on.... Now, don't
panic..."

Mark leaned over towards her, very slowly. She looked confused,
but when his lips reached her face, she had arranged that they
touched hers, and not her cheek or her ear. It was a very gentle,
brief touch. But he repeated it a moment later, and then again.
He let their lips stay in contact, a little longer. Then she took
the initiative, and slid them back and forth. One innovation led
to another, and soon they were kissing passionately.

After a couple minutes, Caroline pulled away. "OK, time to go,"
she said. "That was fun, but time to go."

Mark said, "So I wasn't just bugging you, was I? You were
thinking other things too?"

"Well, yeah..."

"What if I just lie beside you on the bed here. You stay under
the covers and I'll keep all my clothes on, so nothing too bad
could happen, right?"

Caroline said, "We shouldn't," but turned on her side to face him
and they hugged with many layers of cloth between them. "Oh, that
feels nice," she said.

Mark slid his hand behind her and, through the layers of bedding
and her pajamas, gently stroked her back. Caroline did the same
with him. Mark then nudged her onto her back, and explored with
his hands closer and closer to her breasts, giving her plenty of
opportunity to redirect him. But she did not, and soon he was
gently stroking her breasts, though through many layers of cloth.
That was one thing Stacy had not suggested that they practice,
and there was a good reason for that omission, though he hadn't
thought about it much.

Suddenly Caroline sat up, pushed the bedding down over the bottom
of the bed, and removed her pajama tops. "I shouldn't," she
groaned. But when she lay down again, it was clear she wanted
some direct attention to her breasts. Mark had no experience
about what to do, but he guessed. The caressing worked fine. When
he licked her right nipple she sighed with pleasure. When he took
it in his mouth she liked that. He tried sucking gently at first
and then harder, trusting her to tell him when it was enough. He
was sucking remarkably strongly before she told him it was hard
enough. He sucked some more, and then she nudged his head to her
other breast, and he licked and sucked that one too.

Then she said, "OK, that was nice, but that's enough! We
shouldn't even have done that. Time to go!"

Mark sat up and looked resigned.

"I guess that's not fair to you," said Caroline. "I didn't do
anything with you... But I'm afraid of your, you know, penis. I
might get pregnant. The best way to keep from getting pregnant is
to keep the penis entirely out of the picture," she said, but
then added, "But it's not really fair, is it?"

"Well, I've got an idea for something... I'll keep all my clothes
on, so there's no danger of that, but if you just expose yourself
down below, I'll try something."

"Oh, Mark, it's not fair... What are you going to do?"

"I bet you sometimes get good feelings from people touching you
down there?" he said with a sweet smile. "Or touching yourself?"
He pulled down on her pajama bottoms, and while she never said
'yes', she did raise her hips to help him get them down. And the
same with her panties. He then spread her legs wide apart. And
now, to use what he had learned with Stacy... Things were a bit
different. First, there was hair. Hair all around. He could see
the hair, and feel it. Next, there was an odor. It wasn't bad --
not bad at all -- but it was different, and it wasn't like
Stacy's either. But with her outer lips apart, he found the
centerline and he licked upward. Caroline showed her pleasure in
small ways, and when he found his rhythm up her centerline,
attending to just where his tongue was at the top, she said, "Oh,
my God!" She didn't suggest that he should leave. He just slid
his tongue up, over and over. Her gasps suggested she liked
firmer pressure than Stacy did. Occasionally he'd take a break to
lick somewhere else, but always returned. Little girls and big
girls have many differences, but the path from pleasure climax
was the same, as judged by the signs of growing pleasure.

Suddenly she gasped, over and over, hard, and bucked her hips
upward. He lifted his head and saw she had a big, vacant smile,
with eyes staring of into space. When she came back to earth and
looked at him, she said, "There you are, with all your clothes
on... I can't stand it! Take them off, please?" Mark didn't
remind her of the best way to make sure you didn't get pregnant,
and soon was naked.

Caroline hesitated. "I guess I could get you off with my hand or
my mouth, but I want you in me!" she said. "Your penis! I want to
feel it inside!"

Mark grinned. That certainly sounded good to him. He lowered
himself onto her.

"No condoms?" she asked.

Mark shook his head.

"I guess you should pull out, or... heck, I don't want you to
pull out! My period's due any day now... Yeah, I want to feel you
finish inside!"

Mark now had permission for the thing he wanted most in the whole
world.

"Should I do things to make it good for you?"

"Heck, no! You just gave me the best one ever... just do whatever
feels absolutely best to you!"

Mark mounted and entered her carefully, attuned to signs of
discomfort. She winced once, but encouraged him to keep going.
When he was in, he thrust, and then thrust some more. It felt
magnificent! Her vagina grabbed him with an extra-exciting hug,
somehow. More exciting than Stacy, or at least a bit different.
So he pressed in and out, over and over, seeing her breasts
jiggling when he thrust deep, and seeing her adoring face looking
up at him. He had feared he might be unable to last more than ten
seconds, but his pleasure was more subdued than he expected.
After a minute he upped the pace, aware of the exquisite
sensations of her vagina, and then he came. Gobs of sperm, one
after another, expelled forcefully into Caroline's vagina. Her
period was due in a couple days.

When they had rested a bit, she turned to snuggle against him.
"I've got a secret... That was my first time."

Mark had a quick decision to make. He decided he would define
"this thing they just did" as regular adult sex, so he was not
lying when he said, "Yeah, mine too."

She looked at him with great affection, which was wonderful, of
course. But somehow he wasn't inclined to give her quite the same
look.

They rested. "Your messages got through," he said, with a playful
smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Stacy told me you had said that a good boyfriend had to know how
to kiss."

Caroline laughed. "Yeah, she told you that, did she?"

"And the one about oral sex."

"What?"

"You didn't tell her that a boyfriend had to be able to give good
oral sex?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not! She told you that!"

Mark's brain was spinning, trying to adjust. "No, just kidding."

Caroline looked around. "You came in just to talk, and then just
for one kiss. And next thing you know I'm begging you to come in
my pussy..."

Mark grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

"I know, I know, it was half my fault. Maybe more than half...
You should go now, at least!"

"OK," he said, getting dressed. As he was ready to go, she stood
by the bed and put her arms around him, then pulled back a bit
and kissed him. He returned the kiss.

"So we had a great experience, but we'll both be going home
before long," Mark said.

"Yes, that's right," said Caroline, with a sigh.

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Chapter 5

Mark was very confused. From the moment he set eyes on Caroline,
she had been his goal. One-night stand, summer fling,
long-distance romance -- whatever the long-term part might be, he
had wanted to get into her pants. He had wanted to get her alone
and have sexual intercourse with her. And now he had! And there
had been no surprises. The girl in bed looked just as sexy as he
had imagined she would. Her vagina had felt even better, compared
to Stacy, his only point of comparison.

Stacy had been this presence who came to him in the night, always
presenting herself as a helper to better achieve his aim of
getting Caroline into bed. So they had practiced. The complete
darkness hid some of the reality of her age. She had suitable
parts for practicing everything that needed practicing -- except
the breasts, and that omission had never occurred to him during
his time with Stacy. Most remarkably, perhaps, was that she had a
suitable vagina, at the age of five, to accommodate his entire
penis without discomfort.

None of the specifics that he had learned had really affected his
ability to get Caroline into bed. The oral sex he gave her may
have had a major influence on his getting his own clothes off and
his penis into Caroline and spurting. But what had made the big
difference was his self-confidence. As he learned to do sexual
things with Stacy and satisfy her, he figured he was Caroline's
equal. He could talk about sex more and more. While she might
push him away, she wouldn't think he was ridiculous. And as he
discovered, when she rejected him she was ambivalent about it,
and in the end she had taken him into her bed and taken his penis
into her vagina.

So what kind of a girl was Stacy, really? The fact that she had
made up all those things Caroline supposedly wanted in a
boyfriend didn't really say much. Once Caroline had mentioned
kissing the idea was planted in her head, and she could imagine
what a girl would want in a boy. As for even knowing what oral
sex was -- she did have a bigger sister who had gone through all
the stages of adolescence, and she had friends, and Stacy might
have overheard a lot.

He didn't believe that Stacy loved her sister so deeply that
getting her a suitable lover was a goal that could override all
else. Making Mark happy so he would spend more time with her in
the day was a possibility, but it didn't feel right. Yes, they
had spent more time together after their first night in bed, but
it didn't feel like she was pushing the limit. He'd been more
friendly after their very first night kissing, and Stacy hadn't
waited to see if the extra friendliness would last.

He had to talk with her.

He had told her not to come to his bedroom, but he could go to
hers. He let himself in quietly and sat on the edge of the bed
before she woke up. Her room let in a little light at night, same
as Caroline's and most bedrooms. As soon as she saw it was him,
she hissed, "Go away!" and turned to the wall.

"We really should talk," he said. "Just talk."

She spun around and flailed at him with her fists, her face
contorted with rage.

He fended off the fists, got up and left. But he now felt it was
even more important that they talk.

He spied her later sitting on a rock by the river, downstream. He
didn't announce himself, and she only noticed him when he was a
few yards away.

"Go away!" she screamed.

"We've got to talk," he said, and easily corralled her as she
tried to escape over the far side of the rock.

"I care about you very much..." As he said it he realized just
how much he cared. "And now you're really mad at me. I want to
understand why, and I want to do just about anything I can to try
to make things better for you." His mother was really into this
new emotional awareness stuff. Some of it had rubbed off on him,
and now it served him well.

"I don't want to kiss you or anything! Ever again!"

"Then I'll never do or suggest anything like that again."

She looked at him, looked away, and then looked back. Then she
turned, plastered herself again him, front to front, and cried.
She sobbed and sobbed, took a brief rest, and then sobbed some
more. He leaned back against the rock to take some of her weight.
After a bit of quiet, she turned to look up at his face, then
turned away and sobbed some more.

"You had sex with Caroline, I know," she said. Mark didn't ask
how she knew. He doubted Caroline would have simply told her, but
Mark could tell by occasional glances at Caroline that she was
not hiding her new-found fascination with him. And this change
had happened after the very first night that he had told Stacy
not to come see him.

"You came to me so you could teach me how to be a good boyfriend
to Caroline. Just lessons, as a gift from you to me. Maybe to
help your sister too."

That set off a fresh round of sobbing, but Mark interrupted. "I
know now that wasn't true, and it shouldn't be. Grown-ups don't
give each other lessons in sex, because sex is special. Maybe I
should have thought of that and not let you give me any lessons
at all, but it was very tempting. You came to me at night, when
no one does their best thinking. It was always in the complete
dark. You suggested every new thing. You had all the parts that a
woman like Caroline has, even if they're in smaller form, so it
was actually quite helpful to practice. Or that's what I could
tell myself. And they say guys think about sex all the time,
which is pretty much true."

Stacy sniffled. They sat side by side on the rock.

"But there's part that doesn't make sense. Why did you do what
you did? Unlike big boys, little girls do NOT think about sex all
the time, and think it's gross and don't even like thinking about
it."

Stacy searched his face for a few seconds, then stayed silent
another minute. "I'm not right. There's something wrong with me.
What you said is true for all the normal little girls, but not
me. I'm interested in sexy things like a big girl, but I'm not a
big girl. I'm so far from being a big girl it stinks!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Mark. But what she said sounded strange.

"I tried telling my parents about it. They're usually pretty good
at listening. But they didn't really believe me. They asked if I
was being abused, and they weren't so sure I was telling the
truth when I said no. So I dropped that. Caroline's no help. She
just thinks I'm making up stories. If I try talking about any of
that stuff with my friends, they ignore me or tell me I'm crazy.
But when there's something that's driving me nuts and I can't
talk about it, it's very hard. I don't see them much any more."

"When did this start?" asked Mark.

"This past winter. So about six months... So I want a boyfriend.
Or at least someone to have sex with. And I don't want some
little shrimp of a boy my age. I want big boys like you. Not much
younger than you, anyway. But boys your age think I'm joking or
crazy if I even hint at it. I tried bringing up the subject with
a grown man once, and he contacted my parents and said he
suspected someone had sexually abused me. So they sat me down
again and asked me more questions and it took them a long time to
believe me. I made sure not to ask adult men again."

"Oh... I'm so sorry," said Mark.

Stacy leaned against him again and cried softly. "So I'm all
alone and miserable." She raised her head to look at him. "With
you I thought maybe there was some chance for a little something.
Not that I planned it out, but I figured if I could even just get
someone to kiss me that would help. And it did. Though the other
stuff we did later helped even more!"

"Did you ever tell anyone about your grown-up vagina?"

"I didn't know there was anything wrong with it. Are other girls
different?"

"I think so. I think it's really rare to have a vagina like you
do at your age."

"Oh, great, another way I'm sick."

"I don't see any problem with that -- as long as you didn't tell
anybody."

"Why?"

"How would most girls who would start with a small vaginas get a
big one?"

Stacy smiled. "If they were being sexually abused!"

"Right. So now... what do we do?"

"Now Caroline's your girlfriend. You've used me to get what you
want, so now you don't need me any more. You never wanted me, but
I was a good teaching tool. I'm just a little girl. A sick little
girl."

He could point out that she had taken the initiative in
everything, but knew that wasn't the important thing now. Mark
paused. Was he going to say it? Would it sound like he was sick?
Was he sick?

He took a deep breath. "If I had to choose, I'd much rather spend
a night with you than with Caroline."

"Ha ha ha!" said Stacy sarcastically.

"I know it sounds strange, but it's true."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" said Stacy, smacking her lips against
Mark's cheek. But then she pulled away and looked at him. "Why?
She's a sexy big girl, and I'm just a kid!"

"I... I don't know. I think of the possibilities. Beauty is
skin-deep? That doesn't sound right. You kept at it, over and
over, doing nice things with me? You did, but that can't really
be why. I'm feeling guilty?" He paused and looked at her. "I did
feel guilty, actually, and I'd feel even more guilty for the next
two weeks knowing you were miserable and I could make you feel
better. But that's not really it either. Because all those things
could be true, but it wouldn't make me want to, uh, have sexual
intercourse with you and want it so much."

"That part wasn't just practicing?" asked Stacy, looking down
shyly.

"It absolutely was not. But I can't just be a pedophile, either."

"What's a pedophile?"

"Men who like girls your age are called pedophiles. Everyone
hates them with a passion, because there are hardly any girls
like you. All the rest do not want sex, and these pedophiles make
them have sex anyway. They all do, sooner or later."

"Oh, that's not good. Not good at all."

"But I've never noticed a little girl and said, 'Oh, I want to
have sex with her!' I see women and big girls like Caroline and
think that. More and more since puberty. But not little girls. At
least not until I met you. And I didn't meet you and think I'd
want to sleep with you. You just seemed like a little kid. It was
Caroline who drove me crazy. You saw that."

"Maybe you only like little girls who are sick the way I am."

"You might be on to something. You told me maybe I could make it
with Caroline. Then you came to me in the complete dark, and I
was up for doing just about anything to make it with her. I
figured if we were just practicing it didn't matter if I was
really attracted to you or not. But you wanted more, and you
seemed to love it, and it didn't seem like you were practicing."

"I wasn't!"

"I know that now. Just today I had this idea that maybe we should
have sex in your room where I could get a good look at you and
see with my own eyes how much you're a little girl. But now I
think that's a terrible idea."

"Why? You don't like the way I look?"

"I love the way you look, when we're out and about in the day
time. I don't think of you as sexy. I wasn't getting a hard-on
when you were hugging me so tight."

"A guy wouldn't get a hard-on when a girl is crying so hard,
would he?"

"Uhhh, I'm afraid most of them would. Me too, with someone like
Caroline."

"Oh."

"You'll have time to get used to it. We guys can still be OK even
if we think about sex all the time. But you don't need to worry
about that now."

"All right."

"I adore having sex with you. When you come to my room in the
total darkness, the visual part of me doesn't stop and say, 'Um,
Mark, you do see with your own eyes that this is a little girl,
right?' And if you didn't like what we did or were just putting
up with it, something inside me would say, 'Um, you do realize
that this is how a little girl would react, right?' So that's
where your, um, unusual sexual interest may play a role."

"So it's like the person you want to have sex with so much is
kind of really me, and kind of isn't?"

"It's you, except the age part. And you've been miserable, right?
If I were you I wouldn't go looking for trouble wanting
everything to be clear and simple."

Stacy smiled. "I kind of see..." She was quiet a while. "So would
you kiss me?"

"Absolutely not! Not now... Later."

"Oh, OK. I think I see. Sort of."

"So... I want you to keep coming to my bed at night, if you're
willing."

"I'm willing!"

"But maybe emphasize the big girl parts where you can. Don't call
your vagina your 'weewee'. You can use grown-up words if they
feel natural to you."

"Even things like dick, fuck, cunt --"

"Not now! Later. Now I see a little five-year-old who shouldn't
be saying things like that. Pass the message on to the girl who
comes into my room in the middle of the night."

"All right. I'll be sure to tell her." She giggled briefly.

"Also, do you mind if I do it with Caroline now and then? I did
enjoy it, and she's got a woman's body, and after you go away in
two weeks, no little girls are going to come into my bed in the
middle of the night. If I want to have sex with anyone, or marry
anyone, it will have to be women who look like Caroline."

There was a brief pause and a sigh. "Stacy the little
five-year-old next to you, thinks it's fine. As for that girl who
comes into your bed at night, well, it's too much to want
everything clear and simple."

"Right!"

Stacy giggled. When Mark looked at her, she was sucking her
thumb.

Mark frowned.

"Well, if the other me should be as old as possible, maybe this
me should be as young as possible?"

"I'm not sure quite how that would affect things." Mark furrowed
his brow and looked off into the trees.

"Oops, I wet my pants."

Mark laughed out loud, and Stacy smiled at him.

"Well, in that case, let's go back to the house and get you some
dry clothes." He held out his hand, Stacy took it, and they
walked back towards the house. But he let go of it before long.
"Not when other people might see."

"Yeah. You know, when I said that, I had to try really hard to
make sure I didn't actually wet my pants."

"Hmmm. I don't know what that means, but let's not try too hard
to make everything make perfect sense."

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Mark was asleep when he felt the warm mouth and loving tongue on
his dick. It came to life. He had already fucked Stacy twice at
bedtime, and once an hour later. Now she succeeded in getting his
cock hard once more. He fucked it right up into her cunt and came
there once more. Sometimes she wanted him to make her come, and
he was always happy to. But if she didn't say anything special,
she just wanted him to come in her as quick as possible.

Two hours later, Stacy's attempt to give him a blow job didn't do
the trick, despite her skill and earnest effort. "Can I lick you
out?" he asked.

"Mmm, nice idea," said Stacy. "But I'm too tired. I'm always up
for being a cum dump," she said with a little laugh, "but coming
myself takes more concentration."

Mark continued to make love to Caroline every day or two. That
kept her happy, and kept reminding him of how he did enjoy the
adult female body. She didn't mention contraception, and neither
did he. The idea of a condom or having to pull out before coming
would both work against the idea that the act of sex with a woman
was what he loved more than anything with a younger person.

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Chapter 6

The four weeks was up, and the two families went their separate
ways.

Caroline found shortly after returning home that she was
pregnant, and admitted that Mark must be the father. After a bit
of scolding, and talk about abortions, they all decided that it
would be wonderful to have a baby in the world to celebrate the
union of these two families. They would now be in-laws. The plan
was to give the baby up for adoption, because still they would
know they were in-laws, even if the child who forged the bond was
somewhere unknown. But at the last minute Caroline just couldn't
approve the adoption. That meant there was a baby growing up in
the Anderson house, and that baby's daddy was Mark Wainwright,
who lived on the opposite coast.

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Four months after their return Stacy, who had just turned six,
wanted to talk to Mark privately. This was a very unusual thing
to do, for a 6-year-old and 14-year-old to talk privately on the
phone. It was especially unusual in 1976, when transcontinental
calls cost at least one dollar a minute. They finally set it up.

"Hello, is Stacy there?"

"One moment, I'll get her... Or wait, she wanted to take the call
in our bedroom, so it can be private."

"That's what we agreed, yes."

"Hi, Mark?"

"Hi Stacy, this is Mark. It's good to hear your voice."

"Mark, I think I'm cured! I think more like a normal little girl
about sex. That means I don't think about it much, and I don't
want it any more!"

"Oh, Stacy, that is so wonderful! I was worried about you."

"I'm making new friends. But the reason I wanted to talk to you
was... I think it was those things we did that cured me."

"Goodness... Like you had an itch, and when you had a chance to
scratch it it went away?"

"Yeah, kind of, maybe." She giggled.

"That's wonderful. I'll never forget any of those things we did
out in Idaho that summer. They are all good memories for me,
every single one. But I have a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"If you think sex is icky now, how do you remember the things we
did? Are they icky memories?"

"Oh, no. It was right then, but it's not right any more. Which is
good, because you were there then and you're not here now."

"Right. Like... When you itch you want to scratch it. When it
stops itching you would be annoyed to keep scratching it. But you
still remember that scratching it felt good when it itched?"

"That's right." There was a pause. "And wow did that scratching
feel good then!"

"Wonderful!"

There was a pause. "So, do we just say 'bye'"?

"You can write to me any time. I bet your parents will write down
what you say, and then when you're just a little older you can
write it yourself. I promise I'll answer. I'll try to write to
you too."

"OK, bye!"

"Goodbye."

There were just a couple letters back and forth before that
petered out.

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Mark visited his son once a year for the first few years, but
then there was a gap. Late in college and for a couple years
after he suspended his usual ties with family and friends to go
find himself.

He had not been to visit for five years. He was 25. Little Andrew
was 10, at an age where he cared a great about what kind of
person his father was. Caroline was 29, married with two younger
children. Andrew was their half-brother.

Stacy was now 16 years old, and naturally still lived with her
parents. Caroline had not moved very far from her childhood home,
so it was easy for Mark to arrange a visit with Stacy.

Stacy took the initiative in arranging a meeting alone with Mark.
They took a long walk outdoors. After a lot of mundane
conversation, Stacy brought up a more serious subject.

"So, are you living with anyone? Anyone serious in your life?"

"No, I can't say there is."

"Have there been any in the past?"

"Not ones I felt good about. I managed to live with a woman for
six months, but I knew it wasn't working."

"Any idea why not?"

"A few, but it's complicated. What about you? A beautiful
16-year-old, by all accounts smart and sociable and well-liked.
How many broken hearts? How many boyfriends? Any serious ones?"

"Several broken hearts, I'm afraid. I did nothing more than be a
little friendly, and they built up this big fantasy world, so now
I make a point of never being nice to boys... Anyway, I found
this guy Abe and lost my virginity to him." She looked at Mark
solemnly and nodded, and he looked just as solemn and nodded in
return. "And then Earl -- I really liked Earl. He was handsome,
honest, smart and disciplined, good sense of humor, a
well-adjusted nerd... We were the sophomore year couple everyone
envied. But there was just one thing missing." She gave Mark a
significant look.

Mark said,"Whenever I'm talking with a woman, or especially when
we get into bed, the image comes to mind of this mysterious
female who shared my bed back 11 years ago, and I can't get her
out of my head. It was just a month, but it was very intense. I
was 14 and she was -- younger, and I thought it was ridiculous
that she made such an impression on me. I realized within a year
that I was in love with her, but trusted that over the years, and
meeting a variety of wonderful women, it would pass. But it never
did."

Stacy looked at Mark then, and the image of the happiness he saw
there stayed with him for years. They hugged then, and kissed
solemnly, just once, and began talking. Yes, he could move out to
California for the next two years. Yes, he could move to whatever
city was near her college and they could live together. Yes, she
wanted children, and they agreed three was about the right
number. As an electrical engineer, Mark's career prospects were
favorable, and he was happy to promise to accommodate whatever
future career Stacy chose.

There was one more vital test, however. Back at Mark's hotel
room, the two of them made love. Mark was uneasy, and he could
tell Stacy was too. But when Mark looked at Stacy, he saw the
body of a nearly adult woman, and he also saw Stacy, the girl who
he had loved so many years before. He had plenty of images of her
from back then in innocent play during the day, but their intense
sexual experiences were accompanied by no images. The two of the
Stacy's were as one when he kissed her, and when he and she stood
before each other naked. The two were one person on the bed, as
he eagerly sucked her breasts and went down on her. Over the
years he had learned that different woman had slightly different
preferences when it came to that, but Stacy's preferences were
exactly the same as they had been 11 years before. The woman and
the girl were one as he mounted her and thrust the way she liked
best and made her come. The two were one as he thrust with
abandon and spewed his sperm into her depths. (The adult Stacy
was on the pill to make sure she didn't get pregnant yet.)
Perhaps the most important judgment came as they emerged from
afterglow, when lust was unlikely to be overshadowing other
feelings. He wanted her and she wanted him.

They made love three times the first night. Mark visited with
Andrew each day but slept with Stacy in his hotel room those next
four days before he returned east. Each night they made love, and
not just once.

The night before he flew back, Stacy asked, "Did you find out if
you're one of those, um, pedophiles, or not?"

He looked at her lovingly, but earnestly. "I'll give you my
answer now, and then I hope we'll never discuss it again. I don't
want to know. It's not important. What we did 11 years ago was
very unusual. It was very unusual that you were so very
enthusiastic at that age, and unusual that I seemed just as
enthusiastic in return. I'm sexually attracted to most adult
women, but it seems there's only one person I can really love --
and that's you. You too are an adult woman. What used to be
complicated and unusual all worked itself out."

After a tender round of love-making, Mark smiled at her
mischievously and said, "If any other 5-year-old girls want to
get in bed with me, I might snuggle with them as father with
daughter, but no matter how insistent they are, I will not kiss
them on the lips, nor will I let anything more happen along those
lines."

Stacy laughed and kissed Mark back. "And unless what I had is
hereditary, there's really no chance you'll ever be faced with
that situation again."

Mark and Stacy were soon permanently reunited in California, and
lived happily ever after.

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First posted 10/24/2022