Author: Sterling
Title: My Pedo BFF Loves Me So There's No Sex
Summary: Molly is a 5-year-old living with adults who are into
exhibitionism to the neglect of good parenting. Uncle Daniel
comes to stay and they become best friends. Molly accidentally
discovers he is a pedophile and he's in love with her. He flees,
and everyone is horrified, but eventually, for Molly's sake, they
invite him back. He never abuses her, but she knows what he would
really like and as a sign of her love supports his fantasies,
though she never knows for sure the effects her actions have.
Keywords: voy, exhib, MF, mF, mastrb, g(5), slow, MFF, MmF

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 5/4/2023.

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My Pedo BFF Loves Me So There's No Sex

Chapter 1

Mark's girlfriend Jenna was lying on top of him, kissing him
while her pelvis down below thrust her crotch firmly against his
leg, forward and back but also side to side. Then she pulled
back, grabbed the elastic at the sides of his briefs and tugged
them down, lifting to get them over his stiff cock.

Jenna's breasts were firm and very sexy. Aroused, her nipples
stood out straight, and above that her feminine face looked at
him with desire, her long brown hair falling in front of her face
to hide one eye.

She was signaling she was ready, and he was eager to take her.
They had done this many times before, but what made this special
was that someone else was in the room, someone watching them. Her
name was Theresa, a somewhat older woman. She had been invited
because she loved to watch people, and Mark and Jenna loved to be
watched.

For them it had only happened once before, a year back. Most
people naturally thought it was weird, and it was just by luck
the topic had come up with one of their acquaintances, and she
had been willing to look at them as they did it. Mark and Jenna
loved it, and the woman had seemed to find it arousing, but she
hadn't been interested in doing it again. Inspired by how much
they loved it, Mark and Jenna went online, where you can find
just about anything, and this woman Theresa was the one they
found. She had some extra weight on her and was not so terribly
sexy herself, but the key thing was she was watching them and
smiling. She knelt on the floor, looking on. She looked actively
excited -- more than that other woman had.

Mark turned Jenna over onto her back and pulled her panties down
and out of the way, dangling off her right ankle. Jenna spread
her legs and held her pussy lips open, turning to Theresa,
"Should we do it?"

"Oh... yes... yes, you should!" said the older woman in a husky
voice.

Mark turned over onto Jenna and nuzzled his cock tip into the
pussy opening she was holding open for him.

"Oh, yeah, fuck her!" whispered Theresa with passion.

That was electrifying! Mark shoved his cock, and it went in,
penetrating the hot, wet place in Jenna that was so eager to
receive it. He saw Jenna shudder just as Theresa spoke, and he
was helpless in the face of this spicy addition to his strong
lust. He started coming, ecstasy accompanied by contractions
below, and a mere second later, just as his cock surged way up
deep inside Jenna, cum shot out into her, shot following shot in
the ancient rhythm of semen delivery. Mark could see Jenna
twitching and gasping as a mark of her simultaneous orgasm.

"Sorry, that show didn't last long!" said Mark when he caught his
breath, pulling out of Jenna.

"That's OK... You sure wanted to give it to her and she sure
wanted to get it, and you got right to it!" said Theresa.

Jenna said, "I would never come so fast like that ordinarily, but
to know you were watching... And telling him to do it to me...
That was amazing."

Mark saw Theresa looking at his cock. "Your hard-on came back in
no time," she said. "You going to fuck her again?"

"I sure hope so!" said Jenna, lying back in receptive position
once more.

This time he didn't blow his load at once, but still felt that
extra excitement of having someone watching.

"Can I come?" asked Jenna, looking over at Theresa.

"You sure can -- you ought to!" urged Theresa.

Within seconds Mark felt Jenna's pussy squeeze him as she had
another big one. But he wasn't ready to come, and he kept right
on fucking. He lay down on Jenna and grabbed one butt cheek in
each hand, leaving his girl to bear his entire weight.

"Ha!" said Theresa, leaning in close and looking straight at
Jenna. "Being able to breathe is nice, but getting fucked is
better!"

That drove Mark wild and he pounded Jenna as deep and fast as he
could, and in under a minute he surged deep and held himself
there as his cum surged out once more. If it was possible to
possess another person, Mark had possessed Jenna. As he pulled
out, Jenna gasped for breath, with a smile of ecstatic reverie.
Mark then saw Theresa's face go slack as she moaned. Certain
movements she had been making suggested that she was using her
hand to pleasure herself, out of sight below the height of the
mattress.

"You on the pill or something?" asked Theresa, her face showing
benign contentment.

"Oh, no," said Jenna. "We've been trying to get pregnant for a
couple years now." She gave an impish smile. Only perverts would
want someone to watch them do it, but as a possible fertility
aid, who could complain?"

All three laughed quietly at that.

"So you've got two loads up there trying to start a baby?" asked
Theresa. "That's... that's... aaaaaah," she said, as her arm
moved, and she shivered with another orgasm.

From outside the door, they heard very faintly a small voice ask,
"What are those noises?" and an older one answer, "None of your
business! It's grown-up stuff, and you're way too young."

"Uh-oh," said Theresa, wincing.

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Jenna and Mark lived in the middle of nowhere in Maine. Theresa
and her two children lived in the Boston suburbs, so it was a
four-hour drive to get there. Roger was 14 and Molly was 5. When
they first arrived, there were introductions all around and a bit
of conversation before Theresa put on a video Roger liked
especially and told him if Molly got unhappy that would be the
end of that. Then the grown-ups excused themselves to go into the
bedroom.

After dressing and making themselves presentable, the three
grown-ups re-emerged. After a bit more talk, the pizza man came
to make a delivery. The kids thought this was quite the treat,
especially Roger, who ate an entire large pizza himself. Theresa
then set the two of them up with one of those rare videos that
both kids liked, despite their different sex and very different
ages.

The three grown-ups returned to the bedroom.

"You gonna let him fuck you like a dog?" asked Theresa. "You
ought to!"

Mark always loved that idea. When it was just the two of them, it
was something Jenna did now and then just for his sake. But with
Theresa suggesting it -- nearly commanding it -- Jenna seemed
positively eager to get it from behind. As his cock surged in and
out smoothly, Mark was reminded yet again just how perfect cock
and pussy are for each other. She came just when he did.

They all knew that they didn't have much longer, but Mark's cock
rose to the challenge within five minutes and he drilled Jenna in
missionary position for fifteen minutes before offering one more
dose of sperm to try to make her pregnant. After they dressed,
Theresa and her kids left.

That was the end of that visit. The three adults loved it so much
that they were eager to do it again. But Theresa and family lived
far enough away that the first visit was only possible because
they had stayed that night in a motel.

The next time Jenna and Mark drove to Theresa's near Boston and
rented a room in a snazzy hotel with a view of the skyline.
Theresa hired a babysitter and met the couple in their room where
Theresa watched Mark fuck Jenna again. The first time she ordered
Mark to shove Jenna up against the wall and do it standing up.
Mark couldn't get a real comfortable position, and he could see
Jenna was wincing a bit, but he didn't let that stop him. He went
straight for orgasm and plastered her innards in thirty seconds.
Jenna didn't come, but she looked happy as Mark released her.

The next time was an ordinary missionary-style fuck that went on
for 45 minutes. The durations of the rest periods between
fuckings were determined by Mark's cock, and when it rose again
Theresa wanted to see him fuck Jenna doggy-style again. But Jenna
let her know she wasn't making all the decisions, so she
substituted her own idea. She impaled herself on Mark and rode
him cowgirl-style for an intense twenty minutes. Theresa didn't
seem to mind at all that she had been overruled and it looked to
Mark like she came once again, her face tensing and relaxing in
that familiar pattern.

Then they had an hour to rest and enjoy room service, and they
talked.

An intriguing possibility arose. Theresa's husband had left a
couple years before, and the child support payments had come less
and less often. Theresa worked as a nurse, but she didn't have
good credentials so she didn't earn much.

Jenna had inherited the house in Maine from her grandparents, and
it had more space than they needed. They were by no means rich,
but with Mark's online work, they were comfortable. What if
Theresa and her kids came to live with them?

Theresa said that it was just too much of an imposition and she
couldn't possibly.

Mark interrupted the conversation by showing his erection and
growling that he wanted to fuck Jenna again. Theresa suggested
they both wear blindfolds. Mark was game to try something new,
and Jenna too, so they improvised blindfolds from towels. He
found it especially thrilling to be watched without seeing the
watcher, and Jenna later reported the same thing.

The evening ended because Theresa had to go relieve the
babysitter, but they kept talking online.

Mark and Jenna reiterated their offer over and over. They said
having kids around the house might help with fertility problems,
and the five of them seemed to get along OK. At the heart of it,
however, was their shared sexual passion. Theresa wanted to
watch, and Mark and Jenna wanted to be watched. Theresa finally
gave in and moved with her kids to Maine.

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Chapter 2

Molly had mixed feelings about the move. Her mother was more
relaxed, and they had money for more things. She could have a
couple cool new outfits now. Her mother said before they couldn't
afford new stuff like that. The food was better. Jenna was a much
better cook than her mother, and they could afford more things,
and try new things. Avocados and mangoes. Molly loved avocados
and mangoes, and she could have them a lot. She had a bigger
bedroom, with more toys and stuffed animals and books.

She missed her friends, Sally and Tina -- especially Tina. Tina's
family seemed to be poorer than Molly's, or at least she didn't
even have things as nice as Molly, but there was a warmth and
kindness in that household she envied and now she missed it. But
above all Tina was a friend, and they did all kinds of stuff
together, sometimes with Sally too.

The new house was bigger than the old one, and it sat on a hill
with a view out over fields to the horizon on one side. On the
other was a pine forest. It was also at the end of a dirt road,
and no one else lived close by. Before they had lived in a suburb
with houses close together and small yards. At the new house she
could play in the fields and the forest on her own, and didn't
even have to ask permission if she didn't go too far -- but there
weren't any other children to play with.

Her brother Roger had to go to school. This involved a long bus
ride and it took him to a school where he didn't fit in. He
complained, and didn't stop complaining until Mark found him
another way to get an education without having to go to school.
Mark whipped together a home schooling arrangement, based mostly
on online activities.

Molly's mommy wasn't strict about a lot of things, but when it
came to Roger's schooling she was not. She made sure he actually
studied and learned. And aside from his schooling, he was only
allowed online for an hour a day.

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Theresa knocked on Roger's door, but didn't wait to be invited
in. She entered and shut the door behind her. She crossed her
arms.

"Porn. Mark's found you've been looking at porn."

"I thought I had some privacy online!" Roger said, looking away.

"When you're 18 you can do what you want. But until then -- no
porn!"

Roger gritted his teeth. "So does Mark read what I write to my
friends back in Boston?"

"I don't think so but I'll make sure."

"So what's so bad about porn?" He looked at her defiantly.

"It's illegal for you to look, for one thing."

"Oh, come on!" said Roger. "You know everyone my age looks at
porn!"

Theresa had to admit to herself that he was probably right.
Everyone but zealous Christian parents accepted their sons would
look at porn, and they probably fought a losing battle. But she
wasn't going to give in. He was only 14 years old!

Roger said, "You know, when it comes to sex, you and Mark and
Jenna are in there doing it as a threesome all the time. I can
hear it. Even Molly can hear it!"

Theresa felt her face flushing. Why did kids have such good
hearing? They had tried hard to be quieter after that first time
Molly had heard, but apparently not hard enough.

"It's not a threesome," she said lamely, then thought she should
perhaps have just said, "It's none of your business!"

"Oh, what is it then?" asked Roger, seeming genuinely curious,
but then he switched gears again. "Whatever -- it's hardly
setting a good example for me!" His expression was not a friendly
one.

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Jenna lay in bed next to Mark as they prepared to sleep. They
always slept naked. "I feel sorry for Theresa," she said. "We
weren't as quiet as we should have been, and it's too late now.
So she's got to live with Roger knowing -- and Molly too, it
seems. At least Molly knows something secret is going on."

"I feel sorry for Roger," said Mark. "Raging hormones, and he's
stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. The only female around
is you, and I see him checking you out sometimes."

Jenna was well aware of that. Roger was checking her out all the
time, and Mark saw only a little bit of it. Jenna was used to
being "checked out". It started in middle school and went into
high gear in high school. Most of the boys were checking out all
the girls, or at least all the ones they considered hot. That
meant being checked out was a good omen for the future, even if
it wasn't pleasant in and of itself.. "You don't suppose he'd
like to watch us too? I mean not when his mother is, but other
times?" It was an exciting prospect.

"Are you crazy? That would be incredibly frustrating. He wants to
fuck, not to watch fucking. He wants to fuck you, since you're
the only eligible female around."

Jenna looked at him sharply.

"I didn't mean it that way. Of course you're hot. Any boy would
be happy to fuck you. But there's no one his age. No girls."

Jenna had had a certain feeling flash through her mind before,
but now it came in and settled instead of flying away. She felt
her pussy get just a bit warm thinking of it. Roger was a man, or
close enough. To feel him on top of her, penetrating her,
pounding in and out. It would relieve his frustration, and he
would be incredibly grateful. She could find him alone, easily
enough, and they could do it, and he'd be satisfied. But then of
course he'd want to do it again, and again. And there's no way he
could keep it a secret. His body language would give him away.

She also couldn't go behind Mark's back. She had never kept any
secrets from him, and as far as she knew he didn't keep any from
her. She didn't want to start now.

"Hmmm. A crazy idea... What if... what if I did let him fuck me?"

"What? You don't have to do that! Kid like him?"

"Oh.... not such a kid. I don't think it would be such a terrible
chore." She knew her intonation would tell Mark that she would
find it appealing.

"So, you want to cheat on me?" he said in a playful tone.

She turned towards him and draped her leg over his. "I'm totally
happy with sex with you, especially now that Theresa is watching
all the time. It's not a desire that comes from inside. It comes
from outside. From this frustrated teen boy who is living here
under this roof with us."

Pause. "So would you be OK if I took another lover? What if I
fucked Theresa?"

Theresa was heavy enough and plain enough that it was hard for
Jenna to think he would find that a truly exciting prospect. And
there was no reason to think Theresa wanted sex at all. She had
never seen her checking Mark out. Still, fair was fair. "Sure,
that would be OK with me."

"As for Roger, would Theresa agree?"

"I don't know for sure. She seems pretty pro-sex. We'd have to
find out. You suppose she'd want to watch?"

"Maybe, but that's kind of like incest."

"True."

Mark was silent a while. "With you and Roger, do you suppose I
could watch?" he whispered.

Blood surged into Jenna's nether parts. "Maybe, I guess. Only if
he wanted. Most people don't want to be watched."

"True, but Theresa is his mother. It's in his genes, maybe."

They both smiled, then lay in silence.

"But also --" said Jenna. "If he really likes fucking me --"

"He will."

"-- then he needs my consent. And sometimes I might only consent
if you can watch..."

Mark and Jenna smiled at each other.

"What if he made you pregnant?"

"They say boys that age aren't really up and running yet in that
department," she said. "And I know my body pretty well and at
fertile times would only take your sperm. Besides... if it did
happen at least we'd have a baby. The two of us haven't been
doing so great."

"True," said Mark, and his thoughts seemed to turn to something
else. "What if he could only fuck you if he agreed to watch me
fuck you later?"

Jenna smiled and shuddered.

Mark threw the covers off to reveal his straining erection,
pushed Jenna onto her back, and fucked right up into her, all the
way up, and Jenna came. Seconds later Mark came too.

She and Mark had been together long enough that she knew he'd
know that she'd be up for getting fucked fast, no foreplay
required. Her shuddering meant she was hot and wet and ready down
below.

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"I was wondering," said Jenna to Theresa. "I know you didn't want
Roger watching porn, and I can see that -- it's exploiting women,
for one thing."

"That too!" said Theresa.

"But sex is natural. Would you mind so much if he was doing it
with a girlfriend?"

"Nah," said Theresa with a smile. "I was doing it at that age.
And boys and their hormones -- I feel kinda bad for him. But
where's he gonna get a girlfriend, way out here?"

"Well... sometimes women a little older are better -- they have
more experience." She looked to the side.

"You?" She laughed. "Oh, I bet he'd love to get into your panties
all right! But what about Mark?"

"Mark's not the jealous type, and there's this possibility that
maybe Roger would let him watch, if that was what it took
sometimes for me to be in the mood."

"Poor Roger!" said Theresa with glee.

"And it wouldn't be as devious as it might sound. Letting Mark
watch would very likely get me in the mood a lot more often!"

"Fine with me," said Theresa. "But I don't want to be discussing
it with Roger, or hearing you discuss it."

"Don't ask, don't tell?"

"Yeah, that's the idea!"

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At first Roger thought it must be a cruel joke, but Jenna told
him that Mark was OK with it, and his mother was OK with it, and
then the next thing he knew Jenna's clothing was coming off,
and... those breasts! And his own clothes came off, and he didn't
really have time to get self-conscious, because there she was on
her back, legs spread wide, and that most mysterious and divine
place between her legs was showing, then the lips spread, the
inviting wet opening, and then... he was in! His penis was inside
a girl! He started spurting immediately, ecstasy overwhelming
him. And it was so nice that Jenna was giving him such a happy
smile.

After he caught his breath, he said, "Sorry... I'm not supposed
to finish so quick, I know --"

"Oh, don't worry about that! It was so precious to see your face.
Did you feel satisfied?"

Roger nodded emphatically, and Jenna laughed. "I see you're hard
again. Do you want to go back in?"

"I can.... really?" said Roger with wonder.

"Yes, you may... slide that cock up into my pussy... there... Oh,
that feels nice to have you going in and out. See, you've already
lasted longer." She had an impish smile.

Although he had just come a couple minutes before, Roger only
lasted a minute before he was spurting again up into the
incredibly sexy Jenna.

They lay resting together. She was stroking his cheek. He looked
at her right breast, right there beside him, and realized with
some embarrassment that he licked his lips.

Jenna laughed. "You want to suck it? Go ahead!"

"I mean, is it fun for you?"

"Oh, yes, it'll fun for me! -- Mmmm, that's nice."

Oh, that was amazing! Roger didn't even ask permission before
leaning over to suck the left one. He realized his penis was
stiff again. His cock. He felt her hand brushing over it...

"You want to put it in again? That would be nice!"

Oh, Roger did indeed want to put it in again. He wanted it more
than anything. And this time, he got into a good, long rhythm. In
and out, fucking away. It was heaven. He was aware of Jenna's
fingers down near where their bodies came together and looked at
her questioningly.

"Don't mind me, it feels great to have you fucking me like this,
but this helps me get off."

Roger didn't mind at all, as his attention was focused on the
hot, wet, velvety tube that was hugging his cock so tight. He was
aware that he might come again soon, so he slowed down a bit and
said, "I still don't think I can keep holding off," he said.

"Oh, you can come! That would be great... that's what cocks are
for... coming in cunts!"

Did she really just use that word? His excitement built, and he
felt her fingers jiggling a bit, and then he was orgasming again,
giving her more squirts. He felt her shudder and felt her pussy
grip him tight. She came too!

They rested a minute, intertwined, their breathing slowly
returning to normal.

"One other thing," Jenna said. "Your mom's OK with it, but she
wants to pretend she doesn't know. So you don't tell her either."

Roger laughed. "Telling a boy not to tell his mom about his sex
life -- that doesn't sound like a problem, does it?"

"I didn't think so," said Jenna.

Then it was time to get up.

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Roger was in a happy daze, going about his business. He had to
put in some special effort to concentrate on his schoolwork.

Even little Molly noticed. "Why are you looking so happy?"

"Oh, nothing... nothing important." And he smiled again.

If it was up to him, he would be screwing Jenna three times a
day, but what she offered for the first week was once a day, then
every other day. When it got down to once a week, he wasn't so
happy. He tried to remind himself that getting to do it at all
was a miracle, but still, to have that sexy woman around, day in
and day out... He asked her if they could do it, and Jenna turned
him down. He asked her just the day after they'd done it, and by
then he knew she'd say no, so he apologized.

"It's OK. A boy your age, especially... If there's a sexy woman
around the house, you want to fuck her all the time. It means
you're healthy!"

A few days later, when they were alone in the kitchen, Roger put
his arm around Jenna's waist and looked at her questioningly.

"I'm kinda interested, but I gotta talk to you about something.
Want to take a walk?"

"Sure."

"I've got a little quirk that most people don't have. I like to
have someone watch while I'm having sex."

"Oh!" said Roger. That was a surprise, and kind of weird.

"Yeah, you can just pretend I never said that if you want," she
said. "And I'll still want you to fuck me now and then - mmmm!"

Roger smiled.

"But if you'd be willing to do it with Mark watching, I'd want it
more. Like now."

He was crazy to get into Jenna and do it again -- and so what if
someone was watching? "But won't he be jealous? You're his
girlfriend. I don't want to get beaten up!"

"We're open-minded about that kind of thing too. But Mark will
give you permission, I'm sure -- you'll see."

"OK!"

"Ooooo, that's so nice!" said Jenna. She hugged him, and after a
quick look to make sure no one was watching, she brushed her hand
over his crotch. "Let me go see what Mark's up to."

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Jenna was naked, and Roger stripped too. Mark was wearing a
T-shirt and briefs. Roger didn't immediately get hard, what with
Mark sitting there watching. But Mark sensed his problem. "I'd
really like to watch you fuck Jenna," he said. "I'd like that a
whole lot." Jenna's fingers lightly caressed his cock, and with
that combination of encouragement, it responded. When he was
stiff, and Jenna lay on her back, presenting herself, Mark said,
"Jenna, you want Roger to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

"Good! Then Roger, go ahead, fuck it into her!"

Roger fucked. He rowed in and out, strong and urgent. Jenna and
Mark were both making encouraging comments. He didn't find Mark's
commentary particularly sexy, but he was just suggesting that he
do what he wanted to do anyway, so all was good.

"Oh, flood her cunt with it! Flood her cunt!"

That was pretty hot! Most girls didn't like that word, he had
heard. But Jenna was hearing it and smiling. Roger fucked harder
and then did as he was asked. After he came he was a bit
uncomfortable realizing that another guy was there.

Mark didn't give him much time to relax. He quickly stripped
naked and nudged Roger off so he could get at his girlfriend's
cunt to do the same thing.

So then Roger watched. Mark's cock was bigger than his, but if
Jenna cared about that she had never said anything before. And as
he watched their genitals slide together, he felt a little surge
of jealousy, but of course he had known all along that Mark and
Jenna were fucking regularly, just like they always had.

But he tried getting into his role as watcher. "Man, it's so
great to see your meat sliding into her. Her pussy must be really
deep to take all that!"

The other two looked at him with surprise -- and then glee. Mark
fucked more assertively.

"You gonna go to the bathroom in her? Pee? Use her like a
toilet?"

The two moaned and each shot him an appreciate glance.

"Yeah, use me like a toilet. I deserve it!" said Jenna. Mark
picked up the pace and then pushed deep and held still, groaning.

"Can I do it again, can I go to the bathroom up your cunt?" asked
Roger.

"Sure you can!" said Jenna. Mark was a bit slow dismounting, so
she pushed him off. "You've had your turn. Got to make way for
the next!"

Jenna eagerly took up his theme of using her like a toilet, and
he promptly did. Spermy peepee, way deep up inside her cunt
toilet. That 'toilet' twist on it didn't become a regular thing,
but all three thought it was a bit of extra spice.

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Lust satisfied, Roger got to thinking about what he had learned.
His mother was fat enough he kind of doubted Mark would want to
do it to her, but this had all started with the three of them in
the bedroom. Jenna and Mark liked to be watched, so... his mother
watched them? That was what had brought the three of them
together in the first place?

It made sense. He had a moment of being disgusted with his mother
for being a pervert like that, but as he worked it over in his
mind it became more and more OK. It was consensual. Everyone was
happy. And the result had been living with a woman who he could
fuck a lot, with a boyfriend who didn't mind, and with his
mother's permission, as long as he didn't talk about it. He was
thankful to his mom in a new way. He couldn't tell her, but maybe
he'd be nicer to her, now and then?

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Theresa heard footsteps coming down the hall, and then Jenna
entered her room.

"Hey, Theresa."

"Hey... What's up?"

"You must have had sex at some point, or there wouldn't be Roger
and Molly."

"Obviously."

"Did you like it?"

Theresa looked out the window at the pine trees. "Why are you
asking?"

Jenna smiled. "I should have just been direct. Here's the thing.
I'm getting something extra. I get to fuck Roger now along with
Mark. He only gets me."

"He wants to do it with a whale like me?"

"Well, yeah... And you're no 'whale', even if you've got some
extra flesh."

"You can see maybe I don't feel great being propositioned because
I'm the only piece of ass around to help even the score between
the two of you."

Jenna said, "I can see that would feel icky." She'd thought of
this aspect already, though. "I bet Mark has wanted to do you all
along, but didn't want to bring it up, worried about how I'd
feel. When I started doing Roger then it gave him permission to
bring it up. Seems likely, anyway."

Theresa seemed to be struggling with something, and Jenna let her
struggle. "Would you be willing to watch?"

"Yes -- it wasn't required, but if you're asking me, I'd love
to!"

"Oh, that's what would make it exciting for me! I've dreamt about
being watched, but I knew not to even mention it to Bill, and
since then -- well, I wouldn't be in high demand for sex from
anyone -- you sure Mark wants to do me? Really?"

"Really!"

Theresa thought a moment. "Would he do me from the rear? With the
extra weight that would likely work better and -- well, it would
be my preference."

Jenna smiled. "Between us, Mark's been interested in doggy style
and it's not my favorite, so I bet he would be delighted to honor
your request!"

"It's sounding good now. My secret is... I was basically frigid.
I could get off on my own, but I never did with a man. Faked
orgasms with Bill. He kind of suspected, and once I didn't deny
it quickly enough when he asked, and he still felt betrayed.
There were plenty of other issues in the marriage, but that
didn't help. After I'd admitted it, I felt like I ought to say
yes to him a lot more. That's how Molly happened. I love her
dearly, of course -- just explaining."

"Makes sense."

"But I never had anyone watching. I think that could make a big
difference!"

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Theresa's flab was even more impressive when she was naked,
thought Mark. His cock wasn't initially all that hard. Without
asking she took it in her mouth, and her tongue work had the
intended effect. He and Jenna didn't do oral much in either
direction. They both liked straight old-fashioned fucking a lot
more. When he was hard, she took her mouth off him and said, "If
I'm too fat for you to mate me the usual way, you can come in my
mouth. One way or another I want you to come, OK?"

"OK," said Mark, and Jenna nodded too.

Theresa turned away from him and presented her rear end. Between
those butt cheeks, up inside, was a cunt, and he intended to fuck
that cunt if it was humanly possible. His girlfriend Jenna was
watching, and he wanted her to see him do it.

Instead of the standard doggy position of hands and knees,
Theresa leaned forward so her ample breasts held the weight from
the upper part of her body, and she reached behind and forced her
butt cheeks apart. That's all it took to let him see her pussy
opening. Jenna moaned softly. Mark's cock twitched, and he moved
up into position to take his prize. He got his cock tip right at
her pussy opening and in an inch but couldn't get it in more just
pressing forward. So he reached forward and grabbed Theresa's
hips and pulled her back. That slid his cock in three inches, and
then he could fuck. She was hot and tight and wet inside, no
different from any other woman.

"No need to wait," said Theresa with a little laugh.

Mark took that to mean he wasn't supposed to try to do anything
special to get her off. Mother nature makes guys come of age with
the factory settings to come as soon as they were in, and Mark
dropped all his civilized impulses and told his raw animal to
impregnate his mate as soon as he could. Somewhat to his
surprise, Theresa gave him a powerful squeeze, and with that
extra tight hug his junk rapidly built to orgasm and started
spurting twenty seconds after he got in.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he growled.

"Way to go!" said Jenna softly, her hand down out of sight
between her legs.

Mark's cock quickly slid out.

"Did you see that?" Theresa asked, looking over at Jenna. "Your
boy fucked the biggest whale on earth and came inside! I can feel
it in there. Juicy sperm!"

"It was fantastic," said Jenna. "What about you?"

"Oh, I didn't come, not just from that!" she laughed. "But it
felt good. It felt really good to have it in there and know you
were watching him do me!"

Later, Jenna said, "We ought to try to find some way you can come
while you're getting fucked. Every woman ought to feel that at
least now and then."

"Oh, don't worry about me!" said Theresa.

But Jenna bought Theresa a vibrator, and Theresa used it to get
herself right on the edge. While she used her arms to hold her
butt cheeks apart and Mark fucked into her from behind, Jenna's
arm, buried in flab, held the vibrator right where it needed to
go. And for the first time in her life, while her pussy clenched
the cock tip shoving in and out, Theresa had an orgasm while
getting fucked. Her face shone with gratitude.

Sex between Mark and Theresa trailed off after a few times. They
had proven it could be done, and Jenna had gotten to watch, but
the other combinations were more appealing to everybody.

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One afternoon Theresa happened to glance through Molly's door and
saw her sitting on her bed, head down, doing nothing. She looked
bored. She had plenty of things to play with, but no people to
play with -- not really. Theresa did her best as a mother, but
she didn't have that natural interest in children's things that
some adults do. Jenna and Mark didn't have it either. Roger was a
teenager. All four of them were now involved in frequent sexual
activity that they found very rewarding. But Molly was left out.
She sometimes asked why two or three of them were in that master
bedroom all the time with weird noises coming out. But Theresa
didn't have anything useful she could tell her, except that it
was grown-up stuff.

There wasn't any obvious solution to Molly's boredom. And kids
are resilient, thought Theresa. Molly had a lot, even if she
didn't have everything.

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Chapter 3

Mark and Jenna naturally had friends, like any other couple, but
since they had moved to the middle of nowhere casual visits were
rare. But Jenna had a big brother Daniel who lived a thousand
miles away in Chicago, and when he flew in to visit for a week he
stayed with them.

From Molly's point of view, there was a new grown-up visiting,
and her focus was on the moment. Within the first minute of
conversation with him, Molly picked up something about Daniel. He
didn't just give fake smiles like most grown-ups, talking until
they had fulfilled their obligation and could move on to
something more interesting. When Molly showed him her new teddy
bear, he really listened. He wanted to see the old teddy bear
too, and her other animals, and through it all he kept asking
questions and saying funny things.

So when Daniel wasn't doing something else, Molly sought him out.
He mostly hung out in the living room, occasionally in the guest
room where he was staying. When she sat beside him on the sofa
and told him about her old house where she used to live, he
listened. The more he listened, the more she talked. She took him
on a tour of the fields and the woods, to her favorite little
places. When she suggested a card game or board game, he was
always willing, and learned the rules and paid attention while
playing.

When he left after his week's visit, Molly had a fond memory, but
she was also sad. He lived far away and wouldn't be back for a
year at least, her mother said. She had never met a grown-up like
him. She had never had a friend like him.

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Daniel returned from his visit with Jenna and her household
feeling confused. He had been expecting to visit with his sister
and her boyfriend Mark. Jenna had mentioned a mother and two
children also living with them, but he hadn't thought much of it.

One of the children was a 14-year-old boy. The other was a
5-year-old girl, which was definitely within the bounds of
children he might find attractive. That didn't mean he would find
this particular girl attractive. But -- oh, my! She had bright
blue eyes and blond hair to her shoulders and a perfect round
face. That much he could see at once, right after he arrived and
was introduced to everyone. Jenna showed him to his room and they
discussed plans and possibilities for the next few days.

The 14-year-old boy was Roger. He had brown hair cut short and
the same blue eyes as Molly. He was already nearly six feet tall
at age 14. He seemed pretty average for a boy that age, in
physique but also temperament, which meant he spent a lot of time
in his room, probably online.

Their mother was Theresa, probably in her late 30s. She had blue
eyes too, and kept her blondish hair cut pretty short.
Unfortunately, the fact that would strike anyone right away was
that she was heavy -- she could get around and function, but the
extra flesh got in the way. She was about 5'6", he estimated.
There was a certain world-weariness to her. Jenna explained that
her husband had been quite the trial, he had been gone four years
now, and money was tight for their family. She explained that
Theresa and her children lived with them as guests, without
contributing financially, and she and Mark were fine with that.

Taking in the physical appearance of Theresa and her family led
Daniel to take a second look at the three people he knew already.
Daniel was 5'9" and his sister 5'3". They both had straight black
hair, which on Jenna reached halfway down her back, and she
usually wore it in a pony tail or single braid. Mark kept his
hair short. Everyone said there was a strong family resemblance.
They both had intense dark eyes and square faces. Averagely
attractive. And their bodies were average too. Jenna had average
breasts and average hips. Neither was skinny and neither was fat.
Neither had an athletic build and neither had a nonathletic
build.

Mark was over six feet tall and was what they used to call an
ectomorph: rather skinny, bones more prominent than muscles. He
had light brown eyes, wavy mouse-brown hair that he grew until
Jenna made him cut it. But she confided that she liked it at
different lengths and enjoyed the variety. Both he and Mark were
clean-shaven.

When initial arrangements had been made, Mark sat down on the
living room sofa. Before he knew it, Molly had sat on his left
and said, "Hi."

"Hello, Molly," he said. He took in more details of her
appearance: she had a lovely smile, just a little crooked and all
the lovelier for that.

"This is my new teddy bear Furry."

"Oh, hello Furry." He reached out his hand to shake, and with a
smile Molly put one of his paws on Daniel's hand. "Pleased to
meet you."

The handshake got a smile and a laugh out of Molly. "Want to meet
my old teddy bear Scooter?"

"Why sure, Molly," said Daniel. Off ran Molly, but she was back
again within seconds, now with both bears. Scooter had patches of
bare cloth where the fur had worn off, there were stains, and one
eye was gone.

"So, how do you feel about Scooter?"

She had a lot to say about the good times they had had together.

"How does Scooter feel about Furry?"

Molly laughed at that, wriggled with delight, and gave him an
answer, and he got the sense she was having fun making it up as
she went.

It wasn't his intention to make friends with her, it's just that
whenever she said something, he was interested and wanted to know
more, and she had things to tell him.

She wanted to show him some more animals, but had the sensible
insight that it was easier if they went to where the animals were
rather than her commuting to her bedroom to bring each one out.
So she tugged Daniel by the hand down the hall to her bedroom,
which was at the end of the hall on the right, just after
Roger's. At the end on the left was Theresa's, and the guest room
where he was staying was the first on the left. Straight ahead
was the bathroom. Jenna and Mark's master bedroom with bath was
at the other end of the house.

He sat on Molly's bed, and she showed him a variety of her
animals and dolls, with a story to tell about each one. Daniel
listened attentively.

He did make some time to visit with his sister and Mark, but
whenever he was not so occupied, there was Molly wanting to show
him something, or play a game, or tell him about her life.
Theresa appeared on the second day as they sat on the living room
sofa to ask Molly not to pester him so much, but he thanked her
and said he didn't consider it pestering. Molly was seated on his
left and when he said that took that opportunity to squeeze him
in a sideways hug with a delighted smile, and he squeezed her
back gently. That little thing from her touched him.

He had known for years that he was only romantically and sexually
attracted to small girls. Many had crossed his path while he was
living at home in a neighborhood with lots of children, but since
he got to college he had kept his distance. But now he had met
Molly. When there were several people in a room, he somehow found
he had more to talk about with her than the others, and more
often than not he ended up in her room, or outside where she
wanted to show him something.

Looking out the airplane window on his flight back to Chicago, he
realized he was in love with Molly, and the realization was
accompanied by a small pang in his stomach. He could never have a
real romantic relationship with a small girl, let alone a sexual
one. It was convenient that Jenna lived so far away. The distance
would help him forgot about Molly. He had had a special week with
her.

And yet, Molly made him feel alive and enthusiastic as no one
else in his life ever had. Certainly nothing had come close in
the ten years since he had left home and his beloved sister
Jenna.

Molly had asked if he could come live with them, which was a
source of humor at first. But they reported that she kept asking.
The others all said he would be welcome. There was enough room,
and it was plain to all that Molly would be delighted. She was
the odd one out, and in more ways than Daniel knew at the time.
But no one had taken it seriously at first -- he had his job and
his life in Chicago.

He could do it. He could work remotely at his current high tech
job, at least for a while. If that didn't last he could get by
just fine on contract work that was entirely online. His share of
the inheritance from his and Jenna's grandparents gave him a
cushion too.

If he and Molly settled into a stable friendship, he would be
constantly aware of what he could never have. He would have to
express all his affection in ways that made sense to a 5-year-old
and were appropriate for her. There would always be that pain and
frustration of a romance that could never really be consummated
-- let alone sex -- but there would also be joy. The alternative
was his life in Chicago, with a few buddies around town, and the
online communities he was part of, notably the pedophiles who
vowed to never do anything sexual with a child. He could
participate in those from anywhere, but if he was living with
others he would have to be careful to hide all such activities.
That he could manage. There was no danger of him acting
inappropriately with Molly -- it just would never happen. But he
reflected that what was obvious to him would not be obvious to
others.

If for some reason the friendship with Molly turned sour, he
could just go back to Chicago, or perhaps try a different city.

Love with pain and frustration was better than the dreariness of
no love at all.

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Molly had always been curious about what the heck was going on
behind that locked door to the master bedroom. Somehow Daniel's
visit gave her the courage to devise a plan to find out. It was
very naughty of her, but she was bored and it didn't seem fair
the grown-ups were doing things all the time and wouldn't tell
her what. Usually a kid could see what a grown-up was doing and
it was boring. But here she couldn't even see what it was.

There were certain times of day it was likely that some
combination of them would go into Jenna and Mark's big bedroom
and lock the door and not come out for an hour. She scouted out
the room when no one was around and found the closet had
ventilation slats, and one had come loose so there was a little
crack she could see through. She just had to move a few things
before she had a comfortable place to sit inside the closet. So
at what she thought was the right time, she went into the closet
and waited for what seemed like forever, but then Jenna and Mark
and her mother came in and locked the door behind them, like
always. Then Jenna and Mark started kissing, which they did
sometimes out around the house, but then they started taking
their clothes off. Her mother knelt beside the bed, her back to
Molly, but she could see her mother's hand going up under her
dress. Molly had been taught it was naughty to touch herself
there. So her mother was being naughty. But the real shock came
when all Mark's clothes came off. Something was wrong with Mark's
penis! It was swollen and huge and stiff! And then -- at first
she couldn't believe her eyes -- it seemed to disappear up inside
of Jenna between the legs. But it wasn't an illusion -- that's
really where it was! How could something that big go inside of
her without tearing her apart? Mark was on top of her driving
that swollen penis thing into her over and over. And they both
seemed to like it a lot, and kept getting more and more excited.
Jenna moaned and shuddered. Her mother's hand was up under her
dress and it was moving in a rhythm. She whispered things to Mark
and Jenna, and occasionally they whispered back. She heard that
word 'fuck' that she knew was a very bad word. She heard it
several times.

Molly knew she must be as quiet as a mouse, because she was
seeing something very naughty and her mother would be very angry
at her if she knew she had been spying on them. She saw her
mother shudder and twitch. After a while Mark shuddered and
groaned, and then he rolled off of Jenna. The three of them all
looked happy, and they whispered quietly. At least the swelling
in Mark's penis went down so it was floppy instead of stiff. But
it was still huge. But there was more to come. After a while the
penis got swollen and stiff again, and it went right back into
Jenna, in the same place. Mark sucked on Jenna's breast, and the
in and out thing went on and on, with more naughty words. Then
everyone got excited again, and then they all relaxed. After a
few minutes Mark and Jenna dressed and the three of them went
back out into the main part of the house.

Molly stayed in the closet for many minutes. When it was quiet it
seemed like it would be safe, but at any time one of them might
suddenly appear in the hallway outside. Finally she made her
escape without being detected, and took refuge in her room. What
had she seen? There wasn't a soul she dared to talk to about it.

Molly couldn't get to sleep that night the way she usually did,
and she kept listening and peeking. Way past her bedtime, at 11
o'clock, she saw Roger go into the bedroom with Jenna and Mark.
He emerged an hour later and went to his own room. Finally Molly
fell asleep.

The next day her mother noticed she was tired and upset, and
asked what was wrong. Molly said "nothing", of course, but said
she felt a little sick. Once her mother determined there was no
fever or other major symptom, she was happy to leave Molly to her
own devices again.

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Hooray!

It was a mere month after his last visit that Daniel came to
visit again! Much sooner than they had predicted!

Molly and Daniel took up right where they had left off. But
Daniel also asked her what was wrong. He knew there was something
right away. Unlike her mother, he didn't just let the issue drop
when she said it was nothing. He was gentle about it, but he kept
coming back to it again and again.

They were sitting opposite each other on the carpet in her
bedroom, playing cards, when he said, "You can tell me anything,
you know." It was the second day of his visit.

"You won't tell on me?"

Daniel hesitated. "Did you hurt someone?"

Molly shook her head.

"Then I promise I won't tell on you."

Molly hopped up, closed and locked the door, and sat on the edge
of the bed. Daniel rose to sit beside her.

Molly explained how she had hidden in the closet, and waited for
Daniel's reaction.

"That wasn't a nice thing to do," he said. "But I can see you
would be really curious."

He wasn't going to get really mad at her! She started explaining
about how the clothes had come off and then naughty things had
started happening. She didn't describe them in much detail, but
Daniel asked if she had seen Mark's penis. How did he know to ask
about that?! But she described it and what had happened. She said
she had heard her mother whispering the f-word too, and about how
her mother's hand was up under her dress.

"Oh, dear," said Daniel from time to time as the story unfolded.
When she stopped, he said, "I can see you'd be really upset to
know all that and not be able to tell anyone!"

"Is something wrong with them? Is something wrong with my mommy?"

"No," said Daniel with a slight smile. "No, that's all grown-up
stuff and normal. Maybe a little unusual, but normal. They're
going to be fine."

Molly started crying then, and the cries turned to sobs. She
leaned against Daniel's side and clutched at him. He didn't tell
her to stop being a cry-baby, but he did suggest she not make too
much noise so other people wouldn't hear. That made perfect
sense. She didn't remember how long she cried but she finally
stopped. She backed away and looked up at him.

"Go wash your face," he said, looking thoughtful. "I'll think
about what we should do next." His worried face turned to a
smile. "But everything is going to be OK."

And as she washed her face, Molly knew everything was going to be
OK. Daniel was going to make everything OK!

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Daniel debated just what to do. He had said he wouldn't tell on
her, but there was quite a gulf here that needed bridging between
what most 5-year-olds knew and what he would have to tell her if
she was going to understand. Could he keep his word, and help her
without revealing her secret?

The first thing he figured he ought to do is explain his dilemma.
"Molly, I could say, 'Molly, you just have to tell your mother
and ask her about it. If you don't, I can't help you.' Or I can
explain things to you about sex.' "

"Tell me, tell me!"

"Lots of parents don't want other people telling their kids about
sex, certainly not as much as I have to tell you to explain what
you saw. If at any point you start to hear more than you want to
know, let me know and I'll stop."

"Oh, tell me! I want to understand it!"

The first thing he figured he could do is explain the facts of
life. So he found her videos online of animals mating, showing
how the male's penis went in and out of the female, and how that
was how the animals made babies. He explained how it was kind of
the same with people except they did it lying down and face to
face. So what Mark and Jenna had done was a normal thing that
grown-ups did. He showed her in the videos how with the animals
the penis was small and only got big and long when mating was
happening. It was easiest to see with horses. He explained that
it was the same with Mark. And that's why his penis had looked so
strange.

Kids are often grossed out when they first hear about sex. And
Molly looked like she had just eaten something that tasted bad
when she learned the part about how people make babies, but kids
had to learn that some day.

"It's good to keep in mind that it's something that both people
like to do, and making babies is a good cause, don't you think?"

Molly smiled at that. "So my mommy and daddy did that to make
me?"

"Yes, and once to make Roger. But they probably did it a whole
lot of other times too."

He explained that while you couldn't tell from the animal videos
that they were having fun, you could certainly see how they both
cooperated to make it happen. The females didn't run away, and
they held still. He explained that people thought it was a lot of
fun and wanted to do it a lot, even when they weren't trying to
make babies.

As for her mother watching, Daniel found some nature videos where
the animals were doing it in plain view of others of their kind,
and said that while people usually did it in private, some people
liked to do it with others watching, and some liked to watch
others doing it.

Daniel noticed Molly getting moody. "What's wrong."

She looked him, frowning, with tears welling in her eyes. "But I
don't want to do any of that stuff!"

"Oh, you don't have to! Little kids never do!" he said. "People
only do that when they are grown up. Most little kids don't even
think about it. You spied on the grown-ups and you found out more
than you really wanted to know. That's the only reason I'm
explaining it to you."

"But I'll never want to do that, even when I'm grown up!" she
cried.

Daniel smiled. "Well, then you never will have to do it. There
are even ways of becoming a mommy without doing that." Why tell
her she would change her mind later? If through some quirk of
fate she didn't, what he had said was true enough.

"Do I have a vagina?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes, but it's very small, and nothing happens with it until
you're much older."

Her brow furrowed. "That little place is my vagina? Wow. Even
when I'm twice as tall and my vagina is twice as big, no big
penis would fit in there."

Daniel smiled again. "Different parts of you grow at different
rates. So your vagina will grow a lot more than the rest of you.
Sort of like... breasts. Little girls don't have them at all,
just those little nipple spots, but then they grow out when a
girl gets old enough."

She smiled and nodded to accept that explanation, but still
wasn't totally satisfied. "So does Jenna have a hole as big as
Mark's penis down there between her legs? Does my mommy?"

"Oh," said Daniel. "It's not usually a hole. It's more like...
You know how a sock is flat most of the time? When you put your
foot in it it stretches out around your foot and gets longer
even, but then when the foot goes away it gets flat again."

"Oh," said Molly, brow furrowed. Then she brightened. "OK, I see
now!"

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Molly also explained how she had more to report on than just the
one session she had witnessed. Since then she had kept track of
who went into the bedroom together. Sometimes it was just Mark
and Jenna. Sometimes it was Jenna and Roger. That made Daniel
raise his eyebrows. Sometimes it was Jenna, Roger and Mark too.

He asked her about anything going on in other rooms, and she said
her mother's bedroom door was never locked, and neither was
Roger's, and she never heard those noises from their rooms. The
way the house was set up, the master bedroom was at one end, and
all the others were on the other, their doors leading off of a
single corridor. Daniel figured it would be even harder to keep
things more or less secret in that end of the house, and the
other adults knew it. And one bedroom was enough.

He asked about other possible combinations. One pair was Jenna
and Mark, which was no surprise at all. Another was Jenna and
Roger. Threesomes were Jenna and Mark with either Roger or
Theresa added. But mother and son were never in the room at the
same time.

"So did Roger have sex with Jenna?" she asked.

"We have no idea," said Daniel. "People might go into a room and
lock the door for various reasons other than sex."

"Yeah," said Molly, then she gave a sly smile. "But I heard the
same sort of noises."

"Well," said Daniel. "Maybe there are other reasons people make
those noises. It's none of our business."

But he could tell Molly wasn't fooled. He couldn't help smiling
himself, and he noticed Molly saw him smiling.

"So is Roger old enough to want to do that stuff, or did they
make him somehow?"

"Oh, Roger is definitely old enough to want to. It's not actually
legal for an adult to do it with him until he's 16, but it
happens a lot."

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Molly sought him out to say, "I feel better about all the sex
stuff now. Thanks for telling me everything!"

"You're most welcome."

"So do you have a girlfriend? Do you stick your penis into her?"

Daniel was startled, but he realized he had no reason to be --
Molly would know nothing of his secret. He said, "No, I don't. I
don't have a girlfriend."

"Did you ever? Are you gonna get one?"

"I've never had one, and I doubt I'm going to get one."

"Why not? You said people love to do it a whole bunch."

"Well, some of us just have different tastes," he said, but he
felt flustered. He hoped Molly couldn't tell.

But Molly moved her face close to his, and said, "You're hiding
something," with a cheeky little smile.

He recovered. "People are different. There are serious religious
people called monks and nuns who swear to never have sex all life
long. Others just aren't put together the same to want it."

"So you don't want it?"

"Molly," he said, looking at her seriously. "There are some
things we don't ask questions about, including anything having to
do with a grown-up and their sex life. I've only been answering
your questions because you saw something that you found upsetting
and needed to know. But if you meet some grown-up you never ask
them, "Do you have sex? Who do you have sex with?"

"Oh, OK," said Molly with a smile, seemingly satisfied. But then
she added, "But your penis would get big and hard like that if
you wanted to have sex?"

"What did we just say?" said Daniel with a stern expression. And
then Molly seemed to really get that this wasn't something to
joke or tease about.

Daniel realized he'd left gays and lesbians out of his
explanation, but since that wasn't his situation, there was no
need to bring it up.

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Daniel naturally heard the same noises emanating from behind the
master bedroom door as Molly did. He wondered if it was credible
that he hadn't heard anything, or whether some or all of the
participants knew he was just being polite not to say anything.
He casually asked Roger if he ever heard unusual noises from
Jenna and Mark's bedroom, to see how he would react, and Roger
suppressed a smile and said, No, he never heard anything.

Daniel had initially said he wasn't sure how long he would stay,
or how long Mark and Jenna would put him up. They assured him
that he could stay as long as he liked. After a week, he
mentioned no plans to leave. They all agreed that it was
wonderful for Molly to have him around. Theresa seemed especially
pleased.

When Daniel had been there three weeks, he said he was
considering taking a leave of absence from his job in high tech,
if they thought he was welcome to stay a while longer. He had
been working remotely but his employers were not going to put up
with that indefinitely. Jenna and Mark assured him yet again that
he was welcome as long as he wanted to stay. Daniel offered to
contribute to the household, but Jenna insisted she couldn't
possibly accept. He was more of a handyman than any of the
others, and set about repairing various things and upgrading
others. Among his simple repairs was fixing the slat in the
closet door in Mark and Jenna's room.

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Chapter 4

Molly was a curious girl by nature, and her curiosity had been
further awakened by Daniel's patient explanations.

Daniel was off doing errands, and she had wandered into his room
and was looking around casually at the books and magazines. She
couldn't read but she could recognize a word here or there. His
laptop screen was locked. She heard footsteps in the hall and
thought it was probably Daniel, and had the sudden idea to
surprise him. She crouched down out of sight on the far side of
the bed and waited. She heard footsteps. They entered the room
and then she heard the door shut and the lock click into place.
To her surprise, she then heard Daniel lying on his bed, and some
sounds of cloth moving this way and that. Then there was a
certain rhythmic quality to the sounds, and she heard Daniel
breathing unevenly. It went on for a couple minutes, and then,
very faintly, just barely audible, she heard him say, "Oh,
Molly!"

Molly chose that moment to jump up and say, "Surprise!" But she
herself was very surprised by what she saw. Daniel's pants were
down around his ankles and his legs spread wide like a frog. His
penis was long and stiff, like Mark's had been. He had pulled his
shirt up to expose his bare chest. There were some blobs of
whitish fluid, and his hand and penis were wet. But she saw all
this only for a moment, as Daniel immediately pulled his legs up
to his chest to hide it all.

Daniel's face was white, and he was trembling.

She knew she had seen something she was not supposed to see. "I'm
sorry," she said. "I was just in here missing you and I heard you
coming so I crouched down back here so I could surprise you. I...
I'm sorry!"

She'd never seen him look that way before, and she dreaded what
might happen next. She didn't know what Daniel was like when he
got angry.

After 20 seconds his face had mostly returned to its usual color.
He spoke in his usual soft voice. "You shouldn't stay hidden to
surprise someone after you hear the door close. Did you hear it
close?"

"Yeah," she said. "I heard it lock too."

"That's a lesson for life, then. Don't keep your presence a
secret when someone thinks they are alone behind a locked door."
He looked up at the ceiling. "I suppose there's a lot to explain.
Why don't you go to your room, and shut the door on your way out,
and I'll join you in a minute."

Molly nodded and left. A minute later Daniel appeared, dressed as
usual, and sat next to her on the floor of her bedroom, both of
them leaning against the bed.

"I told you how people really like to do it. They like to do it
partly because it feels good, so if they are alone and do the
same kind of motion, they can get the same good feeling. So if
someone doesn't have a partner, that's a way to get a part of the
good feelings. Just a part."

He paused and looked at her. "This could be a private thing you
don't tell anybody else about, right? Just between the two of
us?"

Molly nodded.

"It's not that I have anything to be ashamed of. I thought I was
all alone, and in the future what do you do when you're with
someone who thinks they are all alone?"

"Be sure to tell them!" Molly said.

"That's right. And by the way," he said, "This is really
unlikely, but... You didn't hear me say anything, did you? No
words?"

"Yeah!" said Molly. "You said my name!" She smiled.

Molly saw Daniel getting pale again.

"That part... It would be good not to mention that part," he said
softly, looking at the wall. Then, "What am I saying? I can't ask
you to keep a secret. But it would be polite to not say anything
about what you saw -- but it's really up to you. Your choice."

And he looked at her then. "I can't believe sometimes what a
wonderful girl you are."

It was late afternoon, and they went through the rest of the day
pretty much as usual. But he had other things to do so they
didn't have much time together. After supper she amused herself
until bedtime. He came in and sat on her bed. It was a tradition
he would read her a story. But he said not tonight, he wasn't
feeling so good. He reached over to give her a goodnight kiss on
the cheek. It felt a little different, somehow. Like slower.

"Goodnight, Molly," he whispered.

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In the morning Molly got dressed as usual, stopped by to pee,
then went out to the kitchen where there were excited voices.

"Oh, honey," said Theresa. "Daniel's gone. Left this note saying
he couldn't really explain and sorry not to say a proper
goodbye."

Molly was stunned. She raced back down the hall to Daniel's room.
All his things were gone!

Returning to the kitchen, she said, "He didn't say anything
else?"

They all shook their heads. Molly began to cry, then walked
slowly back to her room and closed the door.

It had to do with what she had seen, with him naked and his penis
being big like that. It must be, given how upset he was. If only
she hadn't had that dumb idea to surprise him! Or if she had
known to make her presence known when a door shut. But he had
explained about the sex part the same comforting way as he had
when explaining what she had seen in Mark and Jenna's bedroom.
There were no big surprises this time. There was that fluid, but
she knew that must be the thing that made women pregnant and
always came out when a male finished mating. There were no new
icky revelations. She had violated his privacy but he didn't have
anything to be ashamed of, right?

Except that he had said her name. And that upset him a lot,
knowing she had heard that.

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The days went by. Jenna was trying to reach Daniel by social
media, text message, and telephone. The others tried too. Molly
wanted to talk to him too, and Jenna said she would relay that
she missed him.

Jenna reported that he only gave a few short answers that didn't
say much. He said he did not expect to return.

Daniel wasn't going to come back? He wasn't even going to tell
her why he left?

Molly was upset. She spent a lot of time in her room crying.
Other times she just sat there moping. She found a book Daniel
had given her and she ripped it apart. Then she ripped the pieces
apart, and kept on and on until it was just a pile of little
pieces.

Everyone stopped by, saying how sorry they were. Roger was the
nicest and most serious she had ever seen him. He put his hand on
her shoulder and patted it.

Mark just stood in the doorway and said he was really sorry
Daniel had left and he understood she would miss him and feel
really bad. She liked that reaction best of all.

Her mom came in, shut the door, and sat on the bed. Did anything
happen with Daniel that she ought to talk about? She said 'no'
but then realized that the way she said it her mom would know
there actually was something. Her mom let long silences pass as
she waited for her to say something. She asked if he had touched
her or made her touch him, or expose himself or had her expose
herself. She indignantly said 'No!' to each of those. Daniel
would never do something like that! She had seen his private
parts, true, but he had hardly chosen to expose himself to her.
She had been violating his privacy!

And then Jenna came and did pretty the same thing, though Jenna
told her straight out that she was hiding something. Molly was
glad when she left.

There were secrets to tell and secrets not to tell. She had
started the secret business by making him promise not to tell
what she had seen in the master bedroom.

She knew he hoped that what she had seen in his room would be a
secret between them, but he had said it was up to her. She was
now alone and miserable and had to talk, but she was scared. Who
should she tell? The one she was least scared of was Roger, her
brother. She asked if he could keep a secret, and he hesitated,
then said he could keep some but not others, not ones that were
really important.

Well, that would have to do. So she described how she had hidden
behind his bed, hoping to surprise him, but when she had jumped
up she had seen his stiff penis and the fluid and so forth, and
how he had hidden it all quickly.

Roger was momentarily surprised, but then smiled. "He was jerking
off. Most men do that when they don't have a partner. I used to
do that a lot... Sorry, maybe that's more than I needed to say,
but it's normal. They just do it in private. You say the door was
closed? And he had no idea you were in there?"

She shook her head. "I heard him lock the door too."

He said he had to tell, but assured her that the others would
understand. She wasn't so sure, so she waited back in her own
room just in case. She heard him gathering the others together in
the living room.

"It's not such a mystery," she heard him say. "Daniel was jerking
off alone in his bedroom, with the door locked. Except he wasn't
quite because sneaky Molly had hidden in there, hoping to
surprise him. So she jumped up and said 'Surprise' at the worst
possible moment."

Molly could hear Mark laugh out loud, and Jenna's voice sounded
friendly, and even her mother didn't sound upset. An angry
confrontation seemed unlikely, so she joined the others in the
living room.

"But Molly, honey, that must have been upsetting. You had no idea
what you were seeing, right?" said Jenna.

She was about to say how Daniel had explained all that stuff, but
then realized just in time she'd have to say why and then she'd
have to admit having spied on them. "Not really, but it looked
like some private grown-up thing I wasn't supposed to see. It
wasn't upsetting really. Daniel assured me it was normal, just to
be sure not to hide in a room when people thought they were all
alone."

"He was right about that!" said her mother.

"But he did seem pretty upset about it and acted funny the rest
of the day."

"Poor man. He just got tongue-tied about sexual stuff," said
Jenna. "He was always pretty uncomfortable talking about sex when
we were growing up. And I still got that sense from him even
after he was an adult and left home."

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Later that night, after Molly was asleep, the rest of them
gathered to confer again. They realized now that Daniel's getting
along so well with Molly in the first place was considered a
warning sign for sexual abuse happening, though none of them
could believe Daniel would do such a thing. But since their
afternoon meeting, Roger and Jenna had been researching online,
and learned about 'grooming', and how the nicest-seeming guys
could turn out to be pedophiles.

But in answer to all the questions, Molly had not one suspicious
answer to give. No, he had never touched her private parts, he
had never suggested she take her clothes off, he had never told
her to keep a secret, had never touched her in a way that was
creepy or that no one else did, and had never closed doors or
arranged to do things where other people couldn't see.

He had obviously been nice to her, but they all knew that. He
certainly had won her trust long before, and if it was grooming,
she was as thoroughly groomed as a girl could be. But he had
sprung no trap. When they asked about the incident in his
bedroom, she made it clear that he had no part in setting that in
motion, and his reaction when she said 'Surprise!' was not at all
what anyone would expect if a molester had set this up as part of
closing in on his prey. He thought he was alone in his locked
room, masturbating in private. The cause of Molly discovering it
rested with Molly alone.

They updated their messages to Daniel to say how Molly had
explained about how she had witnessed the masturbation but it was
just fine, a genuine accident, and they all understood.

Daniel thanked them, in a terse text message, but said he still
had a lot to think about.

Roger took the lead in investigating the whole issue of
pedophiles -- his mother gave him dispensation for some extra
time online to do his research. Daniel did fit the profile in
some ways. He had no history of dating either women or men, and
he got along very well with children, and was a "kid magnet". He
certainly was a Molly magnet.

But Roger discovered this strange idea that there were pedophiles
who never molested any kids. Some of them befriended kids and had
happy non-sexual and "kid-appropriate" friendships with them for
years. For the moment he just filed that information away. There
was no real reason to think Daniel was a pedophile at all.

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Molly knew there was one little thing that she hadn't revealed,
and she knew Daniel thought it was important. She'd been hoping
to keep that a secret, and that Daniel would come back and they
could be happy again. But there was still no sign of Daniel
coming back. So she dropped by Roger's room.

"Hi, Roger."

"Hi, Molly. What's up?"

"There's one little thing I didn't say before. Just before I said
'Surprise!' Daniel said something really, really softly. He said
my name."

Roger looked at her with his full attention. "What did it sound
like? Can you imitate exactly what you heard?"

When she gave her rendition of, "Oh, Molly!" Roger seemed
agitated.

"Holy shit..." he murmured. "You should go to your room, Molly,
and I've got to tell the others."

From her room Molly could tell they were meeting farther away, in
the kitchen, and she heard how this information was greeted very
differently from the last thing Roger had relayed to them, but
she couldn't hear the actual words.

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"He is a molester after all! Just hadn't made his move yet!" said
Theresa.

"Not so loud!" said Jenna, and added, "It sure sounds like he's
obsessed with her. And a pedophile."

"Yeah, at the very least he has fantasized about her," said
Roger. "It really kinda sounds like he found her sexually
attractive."

"People just don't say a name like that at the height of things
if they're not thinking about doing it to them, right then!"

No one disagreed.

"I'm glad we found out in time and he left before he could hurt
her!" said Theresa.

"Yeah, it certainly doesn't look good," said Jenna. "But Molly
sure thought he was her genuine friend. We all did too! How do we
break it to Molly that it was all a lie?"

"But was it a lie?" said Roger. "I just don't believe he was
being nice to her so some day he could get into her panties. He
liked her. He loved her!"

"But then it was a sick love," said Theresa.

"I guess in some ways, maybe. I'm not sure," said Jenna. "The big
question is what we tell Molly. Maybe nothing?"

They went their various ways, Theresa knocking on the door to
Molly's room to let her know she could come out.

After Molly was asleep for the night, the four others talked
about it again in the kitchen. Then Roger excused himself, and
the three others talked. Later Jenna and Mark kicked it around as
they lay in bed that night.

The next day Theresa took Molly out shopping. Roger took
advantage of the opportunity to talk with Jenna and Mark alone.

"I've been shooting the breeze around online with some people.
Mostly pedophiles."

"Oh," said Mark with an expression of distaste.

"They're the ones who promise they never do anything sexual with
kids. They're born that way, they can't help it, and they have to
make the best of it."

Mark shrugged.

"They guess that he is a pedophile, he's in love with her, and
when he was alone he probably did regularly masturbate thinking
of her. They were in a pattern that was working for everyone, and
could have stayed that way for years, if only Molly hadn't caught
him jerking off."

"If he's a pedophile, would that explain why he never dated
anyone? Not even other men?" asked Jenna.

"They say it would absolutely. He's a guy who can never have
satisfying sex in his life. He could have a one-sided love like
he did with Molly if he was really lucky -- and they all think he
was really lucky."

"One-sided? She sure adored him!" said Jenna.

"True, but she adored him like a kid, not like a lover. They say
that's not as weird as you might think. Things like that happen
with adults pretty often too. Like this -- imagine the old days
where the boss had a secretary. So the secretary falls in love
with the boss, who is a happily married man. Years go by and she
might wish she could marry the boss or at least get him to have
an affair with her, but she can tell he's not interested, so she
doesn't try anything. She adores him and adores his company, even
if it's not everything she wants. The secretary might take up
with some other man, but she might not. She might think no one
can compare with the boss. But for Daniel, there is no other
girl. There can never be another girl." Roger looked back and
forth between the two of them. "And now here's the clincher...
talk about radical ideas! They say we have a heart-broken little
girl and a heart-broken pedophile. If we let them get back
together they could resume the friendship that made them both so
happy."

"That's ridiculous!" said Mark. "You just can't have a pedophile
having access all day to a little girl he's dreaming about
raping! And if he really can't have satisfying sex with anyone
else, how could he just resist temptation forever? He'd give in
sooner or later!"

"That's what I thought too, but they had an answer. I'll adapt it
to apply to us. Suppose Jenna developed some problem with her
vagina so she could never have sex again, and if she tried it
would hurt like hell."

Jenna shifted in her seat.

Roger looked straight at Mark. "You want to fuck her. She drives
you crazy with desire. But are you going to rape her?"

"Of course not," said Mark softly.

"Suppose she goes away on a trip for two weeks and you miss her
and jerk off thinking about her. Would you be fantasizing about
raping her? Of course not. You'd fantasize she was like she used
to be, willing and eager to have sex." He paused and the two
others nodded thoughtfully. "So it's like Daniel knows Molly has
a broken vagina. But he can fantasize that she's got one that
works great and that she's eager to use it. He's dreaming about
happy sex with an imaginary girl who is exactly like Molly except
for her sex organs and sex drive. So, the bottom line is that he
loves her to death, and people never rape people they truly
love."

"It all sounds logical, but it sure as hell doesn't *feel*
right!" said Mark.

"It would be a hard sell with Theresa," said Jenna.

"That's why I started with the two of you," said Roger.

"You're pretty wise for a kid of 14," said Jenna. "I still can't
think of anything to tell Molly that will help."

She took a deep breath. "I'm anxious and nervous and mixed up,
and I feel pretty guilty -- but I'm also horny as hell. Would
either of you -- or both of you -- be willing to fuck me? My
vagina is working just fine. Maybe afterwards I'll be able to
think more clearly."

"That sounds good," said Roger.

"They say it's hard to think straight when you're really horny,"
said Mark. "Hey, and we can make as much noise as we want... we'd
hear Theresa's car long before it got here, right?"

In no time the three of them were naked, with two stiff cocks and
one hot pussy. They shouted out their lust. Mark commanded Roger
to hurry up and fill Jenna with sperm so he could have his
chance. Roger did. Jenna eagerly welcomed Mark and he didn't take
long to unload the pressure from his balls too. But when he was
done Roger was ready to go again. Mark asked if he'd do her from
the rear. He nodded and they both looked at Jenna, who smiled and
nodded. "As long as you're watching close!" she said to Mark.
After Roger reached his extremity, cock twitching way up inside
Jenna, she said it was only fair if Mark had his turn too, but
she wanted Roger to get up real close to watch his cock pounding
in and out of her pussy.

When that was over Roger did her from on top, the usual way. Mark
was fucked out at that point, and his cock didn't rise. But after
a few minutes Roger's did, and Mark was enthusiastic for him to
copulate with his girlfriend again. He shoved it in and settled
on an easy pace, fucking in and out, going on and on. Then they
heard the tires of Theresa's car on the gravel, so Roger went
into high gear and dumped his fourth load up inside her. They
emerged from the bedroom, as if nothing had happened, just as
Theresa and Molly came in.

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At the dinner table, Molly suddenly sat bolt upright and looked
at the other four. "Daniel wanted to stick his penis in my
vagina!" she announced.

Theresa was drinking and choked momentarily. All four looked
uneasy.

"Oh, heavens no!" said Theresa.

"Whatever would make you think that?" said Mark.

"He was pretending his penis was in a vagina and he said my
name!"

"No, that wasn't it," mumbled Jenna softly.

Roger took a deep breath. "Well, you're actually onto something."

"Roger!" said Theresa sharply.

"She deserves to know the truth." He looked around at the other
three, but none of them looked like they were going to fight
about it, not even Theresa..

"Daniel was in love with you, the same way a husband loves his
wife, or the way Mark loves Jenna. And you loved him too, right?"

Molly nodded eagerly.

"But not the way an adult woman loves a man. He knew you're just
a little girl. But he loved you anyway, and he loved it and loved
how you were close friends."

"But he left! I'm so mad at him because he left! He wanted to put
his penis in my vagina. He could stick it in me all he wants if
only he'd come back!" She started crying.

"But he couldn't... he knew he couldn't, and he really didn't
want to," said Roger, fumbling. "This is so damned complicated!"

"Let me try," said Jenna. "Daniel is an unusual man. Most men
want to stick their penises in adult women, and most women love
to have a man stick his penis in them. So each man finds a woman
and they both have fun when he sticks his penis into her whenever
they both want."

Theresa bit her knuckle. Mark glanced at Molly, then at Theresa,
and shrugged. Roger nodded.

"I guess we can talk about this without bringing penises into
it," she said.

"That would be nice," said Theresa.

"Men love women, the kind where he adores her and wants to be
with her and she makes his heart beat fast. And the women feel
the same about their men. But Daniel would never feel that way
about a woman. He'd only feel that way about a little girl. And
he felt that way about you."

"Yeah, I felt it. It's like he liked me so much he was almost
falling apart."

Mark laughed. The others smiled.

Molly went on. "But that kind of smoochy love is also the kind
where they like the penis going in and out, whichever end they're
on."

Jenna continued. "True. But he knew that however much you liked
him, you'd never feel that smoochy sort of love."

"But I could at least let him put his penis in. I guess it would
hurt at first, but I'd get used to it, right? And I'd do anything
if he'd come back!"

Mark said, "Well, that's kind of you, but there's a rule about
penises and vaginas. People don't stick the one in the other as a
favor to someone. At least the way things are supposed to be, it
only happens when that's what both of them really want, just for
itself. And you're not old enough to want that. If kids your age
actually do it to be nice to a man, they feel really awful about
it when they grow up."

Jenna said, "But Daniel was happy being your friend, even if he
couldn't do what he really kind of wanted to do. He would have
been happy to stay if that was the only problem. No one else knew
it was a problem, and he dealt with it. The reason he left is
because we all found out about his feelings."

"So why should he go? He liked me even more than we thought, not
less!"

Roger took a turn. "Here's the next thing. People hate men like
Daniel who fall in love with little girls and want to stick their
penises into them. They're called pedophiles."

"But Daniel is so nice, how could anyone hate him?"

Jenna said, "Some pedophiles don't feel that 'love' part so much,
and they just want to stick their penis in. So some of them stick
it in little girls even when the little girls don't want them to.
Well, even most of the bad men wouldn't hurt a girl by actually
sticking it in, but they'd do other sexy things... like touch the
girl between the legs."

"That wouldn't be so bad," said Molly uncertainly.

"But it would be if you didn't like the man. And maybe even if
you did like him but not in the right way. Or maybe he'd make you
touch his penis. Or even kiss it. And then, well, it's totally
illegal. So if anyone finds out he's in big trouble. So he tells
the girl she can't tell anyone, and then we're back to keeping a
secret we don't want to keep. And you know what that's like,
right?"

Molly nodded sadly.

"Anyway, lots of the time things go wrong and pedophiles hurt
little girls. So since everyone hates them so much, pedophiles
don't let anyone know who they like. Daniel is my big brother,
and I had no clue until he left a couple weeks ago that Daniel
was one -- I didn't really know until you told Roger he had said
your name. He was that good at keeping a secret. So when
pedophiles do something bad with a girl and get caught, that's
the only time they get discovered. So all the pedophiles anyone
ever gets to know about are criminals who hurt little girls. So
of course people hate them, and the ones who don't hurt little
girls try even harder to have no one discover them."

Molly didn't look she was following all of that, but she said,
"Daniel never hurt me!" said Molly. "He would never hurt me!"

"Yeah, Daniel seems to be a very special case. But once you had
seen him masturbating and heard him say your name, he knew the
rest of us would figure it out. He'd figure we would all be
horrified, and we wouldn't let him stay."

Theresa said, "And now that we know it and know he feels that way
about you, we couldn't possibly let him come back."

"So... He's never coming back?"

"I'm afraid not," said Jenna, sadly.

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Molly trudged out of the room, but before she had gone ten feet
she stomped her foot hard on the floor and marched right back in.

"I've got another secret to tell!" she yelled. "No one asked me
how I know that penises go into vaginas!"

"Did Daniel tell you about that?" said Theresa.

"Yes!"

Worried looks were exchanged.

"But you know why? Because I was a bad little girl once. I hid in
the closet in the bedroom when Mark and Jenna and mommy were in
there, and I saw the things you did! I saw Mark's big fat penis
and thought he was sick..."

"I think we have a pretty good idea what you saw," said Jenna
quietly.

Molly glared at her. "I saw Mark's penis was huge and he was
shoving it in and out of your vagina, and you were all saying the
'F' word. And mommy was watching with her hand up between her
legs, touching her private parts! And then when you'd done it
once you did it again!"

Roger was suppressing a smile. The other three looked very
uncomfortable.

"Well, it made me feel really bad 'cuz I didn't understand it at
all. And I knew I couldn't talk to any of you or you'd scream at
me for sneaking into the bedroom. But you were going in there all
the time, and locking the door, with strange noises coming out,
and you'd never tell me anything! Later I saw Roger going in
there too, and the same kinds of noises came out."

Molly looked around at the others, but tears were blurring her
vision.

"The only one I could trust was Daniel, and he'd just left after
that first week he was here, so I just had to feel awful about
it. Then he came back, and he could tell something was bugging
me, so I told him. But first I made him promise not to tell on
me. He agreed. He said maybe I should tell mommy but I said I
didn't dare do that and he kept his promise not to tell on me. So
he reassured me that you were all going to be fine, but that you
were doing something unusual, with three of you in there and
mommy watching. So he explained about sex, first showing me
animals, and then how people liked to do it and so forth. I asked
him if he had a girlfriend and he said it's not nice to ask
grown-ups about their sex life, so he never said anything about
that."

She folded her arms.

"But you know what else he said? He said it was illegal for Jenna
to have sex with Roger. Understandable, but illegal, he said. So
you guys are weirdos for looking at each other doing it." She
looked at Jenna. "And you were doing a crime with Roger. And you
other two knew about it so you're guilty too. And Daniel is the
one grown-up who has never done anything wrong or weird. And he's
the one you think isn't safe to have around. So you guys get to
go into the bedroom and fuck all you want -- yeah, fuck! -- you
taught me that word! And I'm miserable and don't even get to talk
with Daniel, who's the one person who's really nice to me and
understands me!" Then she screamed "I hate you!" at the top of
her lungs, ran back to her bedroom and slammed the door.

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The adults looked around at each other.

"Should one of us go to her?" said Mark.

"I think a bit later," said Jenna. "She said some stuff that
hurts. And it hurts because it's all true."

"I hardly think finally letting me have sex is child sex abuse,"
said Roger.

"I hope it turns out well as the years go by," said Jenna. "But
it is illegal for a reason."

"But --"

Mark shushed him. "And the reasons we did it were partly
selfish."

"Truth is," said Theresa, "I'm kind of a shitty mom."

Roger opened his mouth and shut it again.

"If I was a good loving mother Molly wouldn't be so lonely in the
first place."

"You were dealt a pretty bad hand," said Mark. "Bill was brutal
-- and you put up with him for years for the kids..."

Jenna said, "We've all got our strengths and weaknesses. We're
kinky in the bedroom, and that should make us a little more
open-minded. And maybe we all figured we could ignore the age of
consent and bring Roger in on things, but that's pretty arrogant
of us -- thinking we know better than the law. And we have a way
to make it up to Molly. That's clear as a bell. It sounds like
the weirdest thing ever -- but I think we should invite Daniel
back. She looked around. Roger nodded. Mark nodded.

Theresa met her glance, looked down and let out a big sigh.
"Really?"

Jenna said, "Yes, really. Your little girl loves him to pieces.
She's miserable that he's not here, and she'll be ecstatic if he
comes back."

"OK," said Theresa, "but one wrong move and out he goes, right?"

Jenna said, "Agreed. No one can be sure, but I've known Daniel
forever. I knew him when he was just going through puberty, and
through his teen years, when kids act up and do stupid things.
We've been in touch a lot since too. There's just no mean streak,
and no lack of self control there."

"Should we tell Molly?" asked Roger.

Jenna said, "I don't think so. Just because we invite him doesn't
mean Daniel will accept. It would be really hard on her to get
her hopes up just to have them crushed again."

At breakfast the next day Theresa asked if they really had said
they should invite Daniel back. It was so strange! Jenna and Mark
agreed it was strange, but argued strongly that they really ought
to.

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Chapter 5

They hadn't said anything to Daniel after Molly revealed that he
had said her name. Since they weren't going to invite him back,
and he had given no indication of accepting the previous
invitation, what was the point? Just to let him know that they
had figured out that he was a pedophile, one of the most despised
people on the planet?

Jenna was the only one Daniel would communicate with. He was
adamant that he didn't want Molly to see his face at all, or read
any of the emails he'd sent, brief as they were.

Jenna got him to do a voice call with her.

"It's nice to hear your voice," momentarily overcome with
emotion.

"Yours too," said Daniel.

"The first thing I want to say is that the invitation for you to
come back stands."

"OK."

"The second thing is that Molly did tell us that you said her
name just at the moment when, you know, a person might."

"Yeah," said Daniel with a sigh. "I couldn't ask her to keep a
secret and I don't know if she would have anyway. So let's be
clear here, what does that make you think?"

"It makes us think you were attracted to Molly and fantasizing
about her."

"You would be right about that. And you are still talking to me,
let alone inviting me to come live with you guys?"

"Yes I am. Because we can also tell that you never laid a finger
on Molly. She has not the slightest hesitation about any of the
things we asked about. And Roger in particular has gone online to
talk with some pedophiles and learn more. We learned there are
some who just have non-sexual friendships for years that work
fine for everyone."

"Have you called the police?"

"No!"

"Are you thinking about it? Theresa?"

"I'm certainly not. Theresa has never brought up the subject, but
I'll triple-check with her."

"Good."

"Molly suddenly figured out at the dinner table that you 'wanted
to stick your penis in her'. That led to an interesting
conversation."

"I'll bet. Wish I had a recording."

"It's really hard to get a kid like Molly to understand that you
have to keep a huge secret and that now everyone knows, everyone
would hate you. But we told her you could never come back. That
made her really mad, and she then told us how she'd spied on us
in the bedroom, and how you were the only one she trusted to
admit her snooping to, and you'd been kind to her and patiently
explained everything. She reminded us that I'm having sex with
Roger, and that's illegal --"

Daniel laughed. "So she didn't actually blackmail you, I trust?"

"No, she was just telling us we were hypocrites."

Jenna waited for Daniel to respond, but his silence was as good
as a question.

"And she was right, or close enough. It led us to dig a little
deeper in terms of rooting out our assumptions and looking at it
from her point of view -- and your point of view, as best we
understand it."

"It's nice to hear you're thinking hard about it. But it's still
kind of daunting to imagine living in a house where deep down, in
the bottom of their hearts, everyone hates my guts. Sorry, I've
got to go." He hung up.

Jenna could hear him getting emotional towards the end there, and
couldn't blame him.

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The next day, text messages:

"People change. People can learn. None of us hates you any more.
So, Daniel, will you come back?"

"I have a life out here, you know. A job and my friends. It was
nice knowing Molly -- a wonderful friendship for me to treasure
-- but maybe it's run its course."

"Molly doesn't think it's run its course. She wants you to come
back, so much. This little girl you love -- you have the choice
of whether she's miserable or happy, maybe for years."

"That's a melodramatic way to put it."

"It's true. You know it's true."

"Well, I'll think about it. I still have a lot of thinking to
do."

Daniel didn't reply for three days. Jenna decided to take action.

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The doorbell rang. That was very unusual. Jehovah's Witnesses?
Friends always arranged visits in advance by text message or
something. But after a minute's pause, the doorbell rang again.

He opened the door a crack. "Jenna? What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit you. We haven't had time to really talk, just as
sister and brother, in years."

"You're trying to get me to come back to be Molly's special
friend, right?"

"I hope to talk with you for many hours today, and many hours
tomorrow, and many hours the next day, if needed, to really
communicate. And if you decide at the end of that time to come
back to live with us, and that's really what you want, I will be
pleased."

"Spoken like a true diplomat."

"Daniel -- all those years -- never telling anyone -- It must
have been horrible!"

He looked at her carefully. "I guess you've known for a couple
weeks now. You've had plenty of time to decide to shut me out of
your life forever."

"I'd never do that!"

"Lots of siblings and parents do."

"I guess. But I've known you for years and you've never done
anything wrong. You never did any of the sort of crazy things
lots of teen boys do."

Daniel shrugged.

"I guess exhibitionism isn't a crime, though I don't think Mark
or I has ever completely lost a feeling of shame about it. But
corrupting a 14-year-old boy, partly for selfish reasons... The
reason Mark was OK with it, really, was that he would get to
watch! We're the ones who have done questionable things. You're
the one who is an angel, without a blemish on your halo."

"How do you know I'm such an angel? Who's to say I haven't
molested other girls? Or looked at illegal stuff online?"

"Who's to say I don't adopt puppies from the pound and torture
them to death? How can I judge you on all the possible things you
might have done, any more than you can judge me?"

"Wow, you're pretty darn enlightened, for a muggle."

"Muggle?"

"Someone who's not a pedophile. A term we use online."

"We've already gone over with Molly many times how important it
is she not tell anyone about you. She gets it. If you do come
back we'll have to remind her regularly."

"That's one thing I'm not worried about. I don't think she'll
tell. She wouldn't let it slip either." He smiled. "The way she
told you guys off -- I'm proud of her! Regardless of what happens
next."

"I can see you'd be proud," said Jenna with a sad smile.
"Speaking of that halo -- you didn't try to make her keep a
secret! Even though it could have meant bad things for you!"

"Like being handcuffed and extradited to Maine? It occurred to
me. But I am proud of that one. I wouldn't make Molly keep a
secret. Never!"

"But, to change the subject... Maybe I wouldn't have made this
trip if it weren't for Molly, but I should have... You've gone
through so much!"

"Yeah," said Daniel with a sigh.

"So, that woman Linda you dated -- how awful was that? And Beth?"

"Oh, God," he said. "You were there for lots of it, weren't
you... Even if you didn't know what was going on."

"I'm so sorry," Jenna said softly.

"Thanks," said Daniel, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"I'm the big brother, I'm supposed to be strong for you," he
said.

"Oh, fuck that!" she said. "Or, to heck with that! I'm as adult
as I'll ever be. And you've been suffering for so long."

At that he gave Jenna a long look, took her by the hand, and
seated her on one end of the sofa. He took off his shoes, and
curled up in the fetal position with his head on her lap, and he
cried softly. He stopped after a moment to see if Jenna was
uncomfortable, but she just smiled at him gently. So he cried. He
cried and then sobbed and then cried. He rested a bit, and then
cried some more.

Finally he rose wearily, and sat close beside her.

"Your best friend Mary, in third grade, you remember her?"

"Of course... you... you had a crush on her?"

"Oh, so bad, you wouldn't believe it!"

She hesitated, opened her mouth, then closed it again.

"You were going to ask if I molested her, but thought better of
it. Thank you. I forgive you for thinking it."

"You know me too well. You would have been in eighth grade
then..."

"Just as I was figuring it out."

"And as for me... Westermarck?"

"You've been studying, girl!" He beamed at her.

"You've never had sex with a woman?"

"I tried to, once. It was humiliating. I couldn't get it up. It
was a girl in high school, and I knew she was experienced. She
saw I was soft she gave me a blow job, and I could tell she was
doing a good job -- if she was doing it on someone who was
attracted to her."

"Darn..."

"I dated a few other women, hoping that maybe if I kissed them a
while something would happen. But if it didn't start happening
then, I wasn't going to go any farther. And it never did."

"I'm so sorry for pestering you about it. Trying to tell you it
was OK to be gay."

"Everyone else did it too. But as for the gay thing, I often said
to myself, 'Oh, if only you knew, I'd be in heaven to be gay!' "

"Yeah," said Jenna.

"So can I finally tell you the girls I dreamed about?"

"Sure!"

"Ellen Johnson... Cousin Bethany... Miriam Schwartz... Cindy
what's-her-name."

"Carla Wilkinson?"

"Not my type," said Daniel. "You might think beggars can't be
choosers, but no matter how far I lowered the bar, there was no
one for me. I could at least be picky who I had a crush on." He
gave a sad smile.

"Shit," said Jenna. "I try to get my mind around how bad it must
be, and I just can't. Does anyone else know? Except for the rest
of us at my place?"

"Nope," said Daniel. "Not a soul. Not a single solitary soul.
Except online, and that's different."

"So now you have a place where you could truly be yourself."

"Yeah, I guess I do. With everyone asking poor Molly again and
again if I'm doing anything bad. But the worst part would be what
all of you would be thinking about me, all the time. Not just
what I am, but knowing who I 'want to stick my penis in'. And
knowing she was right there with me, day in and day out. And that
she knew it too..."

"Yeah, it will be hard."

"And her mother... Theresa. Do you think Theresa would ever
accept me?"

"We all grew up hating pedophiles."

"Yup, me too."

"So when one is hanging out with your daughter, it's about the
tallest order you can imagine to just say, 'Oh, that's fine'."

"Yeah. But you're sure she actually did approve?"

"Yes, she did. She knows she's not the greatest mom, she knows
you've been really good for Molly, and I think she loves Molly
more than she hates pedophiles, if that makes sense."

Silence. There were lighter topics to discuss. Dinner to be had.
A walk around the neighborhood in the twilight.

They jointly went through all the years of their lives, starting
when Daniel was 13, and looking at all the places where his
secret changed Jenna's understanding of their past.

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The next morning, they resumed their positions on the living room
sofa, though this time when Daniel sat he left the sort of social
distance between them as you would for any guest.

"So, do you want to know what it's like for me to be with Molly?"

"Yes."

"She's so beautiful. So interesting. So kind. The most perfect
girl who's ever lived. She's not, of course, but you know what
it's like to be in love."

"Yeah."

"I never, ever pull her in close to me, or onto my lap. But she
leans against me, and sits in my lap, and even a couple times,
she's plastered herself against my front... Oh, my God..."

"Do you ever get hard? Like, is it a problem?"

"I did the first time she did that! But I kept her well away from
it so she never detected it. A couple other times, but never in
danger of her knowing. Otherwise, it's always in private. You
want to know what a sicko I am? Just how perverted?"

"Yes," said Jenna, looking him squarely in the eye.

"I jerked off thinking about her at least once a day. Usually
twice. Once it was eight times."

"Well, if you like someone and want them -- or crave them -- and
can't have them, fantasizing a million times is no worse than
once, or maybe it's a million times better."

"Yeah, and she's smiling. In my mind she's always smiling."

"Good."

"Anyway, let's get serious here. Suppose I came back. Which is no
sure thing... Not at all..."

"Understood."

"And my goddess Molly knows that at some level I want to stick my
penis into her, what happens?"

"I think we explain to her that it's no joking matter, and
nothing for her to dwell on. If you come back, you've made your
choice, which includes being with someone you'd like to be sexual
with but can't."

"And there's that downside that I'd be living with a house full
of people who think, deep down, that I'm a sicko."

"I wish I had a good answer for that. I think we're all trying to
be more open-minded about it, but I can't pretend it's ever going
to feel just totally fine."

"I'm glad you're realistic about that," said Daniel with a sigh.
"And with Molly -- she hasn't grown up with the same prejudices.
In the grand scheme of things that's good. But something tells me
it won't be that simple, however perfect and angelic she is."

Jenna nodded.

"And against all those negative aspects, there are only two good
things. How happy Molly will be to have me around. And how my
life will be full of color again -- joy and pain both, but not
dull gray."

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Chapter 6

"Daniel!" screamed Molly, racing down the hall to the front
vestibule, where he had just come in. He just had time to drop
his bags before Molly leapt at him and he caught her, and she
plastered her front against his and wrapped her legs around
behind his back. Then she kissed him on the cheek, over and over
again, and when she was done with that cheek, she kissed the
other.

"In case you wondered if she really missed you," said Jenna.

It was wonderful to see Molly, but he was also aware that he was
being watched by four others, all of whom knew he was both a
pedophile, and a pedophile attracted passionately and
specifically to this particular girl. She was wrapped around him.
Someone might not ordinarily think of the fact that her crotch
was pressed against his stomach, because that's just the way
things are when someone hugs another person like that. But he was
aware of just where it was, and he knew the others knew too. He
kissed her on one cheek and then the other, and then let her
slide down.

She promptly wrapped her arms around his legs and held him tight.
Now he was aware of her cheek pressed tight against his stomach,
and her upper chest against his crotch. Not that that was
important in such a position, unless you were aware that the man
was a pedophile attracted to that particular girl. And they all
were aware of that. Given the anxiety inherent in the situation,
it was a good thing (but no surprise) that he had no erection.

"Let the poor man unpack," said Theresa.

He and Jenna had traveled back together from Chicago with a
U-Haul trailer, but they didn't need to unload that right away.

He nudged Molly back away from him and squatted so his face was
level with hers. He held her one hand in the two of his and said,
"It's wonderful to see you again, Molly", trying to convey an
entirely platonic attraction. He hoped he succeeded. She then
stepped back and watched as he greeted the others, and he talked
with them.

When he was unpacked and things had settled down, Molly wanted
him to read her a story. In the old days, they might have sat on
the floor in her room, with her sitting beside him, probably
leaned up against him. "Let's go out into the living room,"
Daniel said, and Molly followed him. He sat on the sofa and Molly
sat beside him.

Roger crossed through the room, on the way from the bedroom wing
to the rest of the house. A bit later Theresa appeared in the
door from the kitchen and just stopped, looking at them.

"Hello, Theresa," said Daniel.

"Hi, Daniel... hello," she said, then went back the way she came.

Molly stretched out beside him and put her head in his lap.

"Nope, we can't do that," said Daniel, and nudged Molly to sit
up.

'Why not?"

"What you figured out about me changes things."

"What, that you want to put your penis in my vagina?"

Daniel took a breath and sighed. "We've got to find a more
delicate way of capturing that concept," he said. How about,
"Found out about my romantic attraction".

"OK," she said. "I would have put my head in your lap before, but
now I can't?"

Daniel sighed. "It's complicated. Maybe I'll talk it over with
the others. Before, if you put your head in my lap, it might have
made me think how much I wanted to marry you --" Molly giggled.
"And maybe it wouldn't, but now that everyone *knows* I feel that
way, including you, then that's always going to be in people's
minds. So we've got to touch in ways that won't give people the
wrong impression."

"We could go in my room and shut the door, and then they'd never
know."

"Oh, we can never do that any more. No closed doors. No doing
anything we wouldn't do if everyone was watching. We'll have to
figure things out as we go. There aren't any rules for this sort
of thing."

"I've got an idea! We can make a game out of it. We'll never
touch at all, how's that?"

Daniel smiled. "That sounds great. We'll shake on it, and then
the game starts." Man and girl beamed at each other, shook hands,
and then drew back. Molly sat beside him, inspecting to make sure
there was a little gap everywhere from shoulders down to knees
and then toes. Daniel went back to reading. After a while, Molly
leaned against him briefly, then said, "Oops!" and drew back. She
looked around, then grabbed one of the couch pillows, put it
against Daniel's shoulder and then leaned onto it, sandwiching
the pillow between them. "How's that?" she said with a friendly
smile.

"OK, I guess, as long as the pillow is thick enough."

Daniel read another few pages.

"If I put the pillow on your lap, then can I lean my head on the
pillow?"

Daniel hesitated. "That doesn't sound right," he said.

"Why?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Maybe it's because your lap is where your penis is."

Daniel took a sharp breath inward. "Maybe that's right, but
another rule is we don't talk about my penis, right?"

"OK, I'll call it your 'thing'." Daniel gave her a dirty look,
and Molly laughed. "Just kidding."

Daniel finished the story and stood up. Just then Jenna walked in
and smiled at them.

"Daniel and I have a game. We're never going to touch each
other..." Molly stood up on the couch and mimed a sloppy kiss in
Daniel's direction, and then reached her arms out around him, but
making sure they didn't touch him anywhere. "Ta-da!" she said,
and Jenna smiled at them. But just then Molly lost her balance
and had to grab Daniel's side to keep from falling over. But
within a couple seconds, when she was stable again, she drew her
hand back as if he was a hot stove and whispered, "Sorry, sorry."

Jenna shook her head, smiling, and then went down the corridor
that led to the bedrooms.

Daniel said, "We used to mostly just talk, right? And you don't
need to think about touching someone to talk."

"OK," said Molly. So they sat a couple feet apart on the living
room sofa and talked. Then she wanted to show him her new stuffed
elephant, so she led him down the corridor to her room. When they
had stopped discussing that, she flopped down onto the bed. After
a moment, Daniel sat on the floor, leaning up against the bed,
and they talked more.

Theresa appeared outside the door and stole a glance inside
before continuing down the hall to the bathroom. She was
delivering clean towels. She could move very quietly for such a
large woman -- especially when she wanted to do a surprise
inspection for hanky-panky without alerting the potential
perpetrator.

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At bedtime, Daniel just poked his head inside the door where
Theresa was tucking Molly in, and said, "Good night, Molly." She
said something in return, but it was too soft for him to hear.

After Molly was asleep the rest of them gathered around the
kitchen table.

"How's this new situation going for everyone?" asked Jenna. "It's
uncharted territory. I tried looking online, and had Roger look
too. We can't find keywords to locate any discussions about
letting a known pedophile be friends with a girl he's attracted
to."

"It sure is nice to see Molly again," Daniel said. He explained
what they had done that afternoon, and the discussions about what
the boundaries should be. The others laughed at times, and at
others nodded and looked thoughtful.

"I said, 'What you figured out about me changes things', and she
said, 'What, that you want to put your penis in my vagina?'" The
others, smiled, though Theresa's smile was faint.

"I said we'd better not talk about my penis, and the best I could
come up with on the spur of the moment was to call it my
'romantic attraction'. I thought that was clearly something most
adults wouldn't feel for a child, but doesn't say anything about
sex."

Everyone but Theresa nodded, and she said, "But she still knows
you want to stick your penis into her. And you say you won't, and
I believe you, mostly, but it's so weird just that she knows
that!"

Jenna and Mark nodded.

"Believe me, it sure is weird for me too," said Daniel. "The
reason this isn't discussed on the web is that hardly anyone else
would even give this a try -- maybe it's never been done!"

Mark said, "But the reason we're giving this strange thing a try
is because we had one very unhappy little girl on our hands."

Jenna said, "Daniel was certainly very unhappy too."

Mark said, "We wouldn't have done it just for him, though. Be
honest, now..."

Theresa murmured, "I sure as hell wouldn't have."

Roger caught Daniel's eye, then quickly looked down.

Daniel saw Jenna looking at him with deep sadness, and he gave
her a small smile.

She said bitterly, "Because nobody cares about a disgusting
pedophile!" with some heat.

The others shifted in their chairs. Daniel said, "Thanks for the
thought, Jenna, but it's a bridge too far".

"Not for me, man, not for me," said Roger. "You matter."

Daniel said, "Thank you," then took a deep breath. "I'm delighted
to be back with Molly again, and willing to do whatever I can to
make it work. I thought not touching was a decent start. Not
talking about my penis was another."

He paused. "I don't know if this is going to help, but I'll give
it a try. I'm the only one who knows how this feels from the
inside. I love Molly with all my heart," he said, but then choked
up. "I guess I shouldn't put it like that, should I?" He thought
a moment and started again. "There are two parts to my love for
Molly. One is the kind that matches the way she loves me, a
child's-mind vision of love. Some parents might love their
children that way, or a rare person with a child they just really
click with. The other is the romantic/sexual adult kind, which I
will never express. Maybe I'll smile at her a little more than
otherwise, that's all."

"Two parts," said Theresa. "One is good, the other bad." She
nodded.

"When it comes to expressing them, that's for sure. But the bad
kind doesn't infect the good kind. The good kind is all good."

He looked around the table. Deeply conflicted feelings inside of
every one of them, he thought.

Mark said, "I'm a little slow on the whole 'human relations' side
of life, but even I can tell that if anyone did anything Molly
didn't like, we're going to hear about it! Nobody's going to
intimidate her!"

Daniel briefly caught Jenna's eye and they both looked down. Oh,
it's a lot more complicated than that, Daniel thought. Because
she would do anything to keep me from being sent away. But I
won't molest her, so there's no need to bring it up. On the other
hand, they won't ever be sure about that. They won't *feel* sure
about it.

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Chapter 7

Daniel would not express the part of his love that did not match
a child's version in public, but he could express it in private.
As soon as he got into bed that night, he jerked off thinking of
his little darling, the images of the day fresh in his mind.
After all of twenty seconds of rubbing, he spurted several large
gobs of sperm onto his chest. Along with being very satisfying,
he trusted that would relax him so he could go to sleep. But an
hour later he was still awake, thinking of Molly, so he did it
again, thinking of how she had felt on that first hug plastered
against his chest. Then he could sleep.

Daniel and Molly spent a lot of time together, but they spent a
lot of time apart too, of course. He had his work to do. He
locked the door so he could concentrate. He also locked it so no
one could see how he was interacting with pedophile communities
online. Molly had plenty of things to do on her own as well.
Daniel encouraged her to take some initiative if she was feeling
bored to think of something fun to do all on her own. He said
that was one small part of taking charge of your life.

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The next night Theresa had tucked Molly in and left when Daniel
stuck his head in the door.

"Good night, Molly," he said softly.

"Come here," she said. Daniel walked over. "When it gets late and
you go into your room to sleep," she said, then paused, "I hope
you sleep really well!" She gave him a mischievous expression,
turned her head away, and giggled briefly.

"Why, thank you, Molly," he said, as if he had picked up nothing
out of the ordinary.

But later that night, when he had shut and locked his door -- and
taken a quick peek behind the bed -- her words came back to him.
His cock was hard and he stroked it idly. Molly had once seen him
doing this, and heard him say her name as ecstasy overtook him.
She had just a few hours before imagined him doing that same
thing again, and she wanted him to feel good. Oh, that was
special! He didn't try to hold off long, and in under a minute he
whispered, "Oh, Molly!" as his load spurted out onto his chest.

The next night after Daniel said "Good night, Molly," she just
said, "Good night, Daniel." He dared to approach her bed without
being invited, and leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
She just said "Mmmm," without opening her eyes.

Daniel left, feeling desperately disappointed that she hadn't
suggested he have a really good time -- and then he hated himself
for that disappointment. It had been so much easier when all she
knew was that they were just friends. Now she knew that he loved
her that other way, and had taken the initiative the night before
to urge him to enjoy the memory of her! And now he was
disappointed if she didn't do it the next night? What a greedy
pig! He was so disappointed with himself that he lay awake a long
time, feeling no arousal at all, before finally falling asleep.

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A couple days went by, and the awkwardness around the house eased
a bit. People still gave an extra glance when they saw Daniel and
Molly together, but didn't seem to be going out of their way to
spy on them.

"I don't like that we can't touch each other!" said Molly one
afternoon. "Like my favorite was when I curled up and you curled
up behind me. You called it spooning."

"I would like to do that too," said Daniel. "Do you think you
could be happy if that was the only way we touched?"

Molly considered. "It would be nice. And we could make sure your
private parts stayed away from me and didn't touch."

"Excellent idea," said Daniel, smiling at her. "You're starting
to get how grown-ups think about these things."

Daniel asked the other adults. He explained that he did not feel
any particular arousal in that position. Mark, Jenna and Roger
nodded. Theresa scowled. "I don't see why you need to do that!"

Jenna said, "That's the sort of thing some kids like a lot."

"I guess," sighed Theresa. "You did that some with me, Roger,"
she said, looking at her older child with a little smile.

Daniel and Molly could only spoon in that one place, on the
living room sofa, in plain view. And so they did. Every day for a
week, then less often. Molly said it felt good knowing they could
do it even if they hardly ever did.

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Once again at bedtime, Molly looked at Daniel significantly and
said she hoped he slept really well that night, and once again
gave a conspiratorial little giggle.

It had that same wonderful effect on Daniel as it had before.

In the afternoon of the next day, as they were returning from a
jaunt in the woods, Molly said, "You looked so glad to see me
this morning. Gladder than ever."

"Oh, well, I'm always glad to see you."

She stopped and put her hands on her hips. "Look at me," she
said. "Was it because I said last night I hoped you slept really
well?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Daniel, but he realized he turned pink,
and Molly saw.

"Wow, you liked it even more than I thought!"

So Molly took to telling him that every night, except she forgot
now and then.

But as it became routine, it naturally didn't feel so magical to
Daniel any more.

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"Hi, Roger," said Molly.

"Oh, hi squirt!" he said. He realized that for years there he had
not been very nice to his little sister. But then when he got to
start fucking Jenna, he felt a lot better about himself and about
life, so he tolerated Molly a bit more than usual. Then when
Daniel arrived, she was so happy spending time with him that she
hardly ever bothered her big brother.

"Don't laugh at me," she said.

"OK, I won't laugh," he said.

"What's it like to stick your penis into a vagina?"

Roger laughed. "Sorry," he said. "Sorry... It was just
unexpected. Why would you want to know that?"

"Daniel wants to stick his penis in my vagina, and I wish I
understood it better."

"Oh he doesn't really want to --"

"I know, I know, he wouldn't hurt me, it's too small, blah blah
blah. But deep down it's what he wants. What's so special about
it?"

Roger looked at his lovely little sister, looking up at him with
her earnest big blue eyes.

"I couldn't give a reason really. It's more like that's the way
nature made us men. As soon as we hit puberty, we think women and
big girls are really special, and then when we know a bit more,
we know why. We want to fuck them." He paused to glance at her,
but the dirty word didn't seem to faze her. "It's what makes
babies. Nature makes us want to fuck a lot, to make lots of
babies. You know about evolution?" Molly shook her head. "Well,
just imagine if the desire to fuck women was something that got
passed from father to son. If a man didn't feel like fucking
women, how many sons would he have?"

"None!"

"Very good. So guys are all descended from men who really wanted
to fuck women, so they want to too."

"But what does it feel like?"

"Oh..." Roger closed his eyes. "You see the pussy -- that's the
vagina, and the woman lets you peek inside, just enough to see
it's smooth and a little wet. And your penis is long and hot and
you want to get right up on her and put your tip right at the
vagina, and then you plunge in -- and it's amazingly hot and
tight and wet. So you plunge in and out, over and over, faster
and faster, because it feels so good, and then there's this huge
amazing pleasure, and all the sperm shoots out, and you feel
satisfied. Totally satisfied. Before you shoot the sperm, fucking
in and out of that vagina is what you want to so much, and then
once the sperm is out, you're done." When he opened his eyes, he
mumbled, "Did I just say all that to you?"

"OK," said Molly. "I don't have a penis, so I guess I'll never
really get it, but I get some of it."

Roger considered what to say. "Well, girls can feel good too. If
you poke around down there where your vagina is, just try
different things, gently doing this and that, you might find
something that feels good. But I wouldn't know the details."

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Jenna was in her bedroom alone, reading at the small desk. Molly
came in and sat down in the armchair next to it.

"Hi, Jenna," said Molly.

"Oh, hello, Molly my girl. How's it going? Are you and Daniel
still friends?"

Molly nodded.

"Sometimes friends bug each other and they get mad at each other.
Not you two?"

"Nope," said Molly absentmindedly. "Don't laugh at me, OK?"

"I won't laugh," said Jenna.

"What's it like to have a man's penis going in and out of your
vagina?"

Jenna laughed. "Sorry," she said. "Sorry, I promised I wouldn't
laugh. It's just an unexpected question." Then she hesitated, and
said, "I hope this isn't about anything with Daniel."

"No, no, nothing like that. It's just... Well, maybe I wasn't
supposed to see but you know I saw it happen once, with you and
Mark. And I know it happens a lot. And how you like to watch each
other. So both Mark's and my brother's penises are going in and
out of your vagina all the time, and you don't mind, right? You
didn't mind that day I saw."

Jenna the slut, she thought with a sigh, but then let that
thought go.

"Oh... That's for sure. Not only don't I mind..." Jenna shut her
eyes. "When there's a man around, and he's so big and strong, and
then his penis is hard and sticking straight out... and you know
it got that way because he sees you and wants to put it in you,
and it belongs in you, that's where it goes. And you suddenly
feel really empty down in the vagina, you've got a hole that
needs filling more than anything, and a huge cock is just the
thing to fill it. And then the man does. First the tip, and you
can hardly stand it, waiting for it to go in more, but it doesn't
take long... pretty soon the whole thing is in there, and it's
hot and hard and doing just the perfect thing. It makes you feel
hot and sexy, in your clitoris. You know what's going to happen
and you want it more than anything... He goes faster, he goes
deeper, you're helpless and that's wonderful, and then the tip
gets wider and hotter, and then -- all the sperm comes gushing
out, and you want as much as you can get, and it's so wet in
there you want to celebrate... And you do celebrate, having your
own orgasm... Oh, it's fantastic!" She opened her eyes. "Oh,
dear. You're just a little girl, I'm sorry..."

"It's OK," said Molly. "I really did want to understand. What's a
clitoris?"

"Oh," said Jenna, with a little smile. "It's right there near
where you pee... just on the tummy side of where pee comes out.
It sticks out a little. And if you rub it just right it might
feel good. Well, at least it does when you're grown up, but I've
heard it can when you're little too."

"You just really want that big penis to go into your body?"

"Oh, it only happens when you go through puberty. When you're a
little girl the idea seems weird, or sometimes kids think it's
incredibly gross. When you hit puberty, things change, and
then... You want it like crazy."

The story matched what Daniel had said, what seemed like a very
long time ago, now, but Jenna's story had more detail and
information on feelings, not just the facts.

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Molly lay flat on her back in bed, then reached down below and
slid her panties down to her ankles, then spread her legs wide.
Roger had said something about feeling good down there, but she
hadn't done anything after that. But now Jenna had said it too,
and she was a female, so she'd know.

She began feeling around. She found the clitoris right away, but
rubbing it just felt irritating. But she poked this way and that,
and found a few different motions that were kind of nice. She
realized she'd noticed those sensations before, in passing, but
now she concentrated on them. Poking around, repeating each thing
a few times, and... There, that was promising! Within a minute it
wasn't just a little nice feeling, it was something important.
She wanted to keep moving her fingers that way to keep the
feeling going. When she stopped, her body was disappointed and
wanted her to start doing it again. Then a different motion felt
better, pressing a little harder. Oh, that was nice! And then
faster, and she really didn't want to stop now, and then... Wow,
what was that? A wave of pleasure and then -- satisfaction. She
was done. That must be what Jenna had been talking about. And
Roger too -- she now kind of got that idea of doing it enough to
be satisfied, and then stopping. So she had figured it out. But
she certainly wasn't eager to do it again and again. They said
that only happened when you got to puberty.

How else could she learn more? If she got into the closet in the
master bedroom again, she could see -- but then Daniel had fixed
the slat. And he had also made her promise never to spy on people
who thought they were alone. She had learned that lesson. So that
idea was out.

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Chapter 8

Molly asked Daniel once if he had told any of the others about
how she told him she hoped he would sleep really well. He said he
hadn't. She asked if she could, and he smiled and looked
thoughtful.

"You can if you want," he said.

"But what do you think about it?"

"It is the strangest thing, this whole situation," he said.
"We're not supposed to keep any secrets from any of the others.
At least no important ones. And I don't want to. And yet... it
seems like the tiniest little thing. The most harmless little
thing. I suppose it could just be one little thing we share. A
secret."

Molly gave a big smile.

"I don't think I'm going to tell. But you can tell any time you
want. It's totally up to you, OK?"

"OK," said Molly, but she knew she never would.

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Molly came to see Jenna as she worked alone at her little desk in
the bedroom.

Jenna smiled and looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

"When I see -- I mean when I think about grown-ups having sex,
and I know that Daniel can never do that, it makes me sad."

"Oh, that's kind of you. Of course it's not your job to worry
about that. You're just a little girl."

"Oh, I know," she said. "I know he masturbates thinking of me."

"Does he tell you about that?" asked Jenna, her smile fading a
bit.

"No! He never says anything! But I did see him that once. And
when I finally told Roger he told me people do that when they
don't have a partner. So I figure he must."

"OK," said Jenna.

"So is there anything we could do to make it more fun for him?"

"My goodness!" said Jenna. "You're just a little girl, and you
don't want to do anything sexual with him, and even if you did,
it's not allowed, but you like the idea of him being happy that
way..."

"That's right. I want him to be happy, even if I don't quite
understand it all."

"Well, why not? What if we got him some pictures? I've got a
camera here, let's see what we can do. First, you go comb your
hair and put on that nice pink shirt you have."

When Molly returned, Jenna first just took some pictures of her
from different angles, focusing on her face. "Now, pretend you're
looking at Daniel, and are thinking how much you like him... Oh,
that's nice... How about close your eyes, and look like you're
hoping he'll kiss you... Perfect! Oh, I'm getting into this...
Now take the shirt off and lie down on the bed... And look like
you think a woman might look when she's hoping a man is going to
do it to her! Oh, this is wicked of me... But, that's perfect.
And that too... Wow."

"Should I take my clothes off and open my vagina lips like you
do?"

"Oh... No, nothing naked. Only things a little girl might do on
her own. We don't want any child pornography."

"What's that?"

Jenna explained. "So as long as we don't show you below the neck
here, we should be OK. Well, actually a bit of chest is OK as
long as we don't include your nipples."

Molly looked over Jenna's shoulder as she reviewed the pictures.
"So, if you're the sort of man who thinks I'm attractive, looking
at those pictures might help you have an especially good time?"

"Yeah, I think so. You can send one or two a day to his phone, if
you want."

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Daniel looked just about as happy as a man could look after he
got the first couple pictures.

He took a nap in the late morning, and then another in
mid-afternoon.

"You took two naps today," said Molly as he appeared in the
living room after his second one.

"Did I? I guess I did. I was feeling a bit tired. Under the
weather."

"Are you sure it wasn't because you wanted to look at those
pictures again. In private, with no one else watching?"

"Oh, I don't know -- they were lovely pictures." He didn't give
away much, but she could tell. She'd known Daniel long enough she
could tell he really liked them.

Molly didn't embarrass him, but she felt a warm glow inside. The
pictures were enough to make him stop twice during the day to go
into his room. Presumably he took his clothes off and rubbed his
penis until the goo shot out the end and he got that feeling
grown-ups like more than anything. And it was so exciting he put
off other things he was doing just to do that.

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"Hi, Roger."

"Hi, squirt."

"Jenna took some pictures of me looking happy and loving, and
when I gave them to Daniel he thought it was just fantastic."

"Great!"

"I'm pretty sure he masturbates thinking about me. And since he
can't actually stick his penis in me the way he'd really, really
like to, it makes me happy if I can think of him having more fun
that way."

"That makes sense. You're very considerate."

"But I want to give him more. I want to let him be just as happy
as a man can be when he can't really stick his penis in where he
wants to stick it."

Roger smiled and murmured. "You tell it like it is, don't you..."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"I wondered if there is anything I could do at the same time as
him. Like I'm all by myself and I'd have no idea what he's doing,
but I can make-believe he's having sex with me and I'm having a
really good time."

"That's a cool idea... I think that would be OK -- if you have no
idea what if anything he's doing."

"Yeah, that's the idea."

"I think I know what you can do. I'll just put in an intercom!"

When he had it all set up, he showed Molly how she could put this
little microphone on and press a button on the little box on the
wall, and then Daniel would be able to hear what she said in the
earphones. "But he has his own button, and unless he turns it on
he won't hear anything. You can't make him listen to you if he
doesn't want to."

"That makes sense."

"And he has the same thing going the other way, if he wants to
talk with you."

"Great!"

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Molly explained to Daniel how the intercom worked, having Daniel
stay in his room after the receiving button was pressed in while
she went into her room and talked. He confirmed that it worked
fine.

When she suggested they test it the other way he said it was
clear enough how it worked.

"I'm not sure why we'd use it, though," said Daniel. "Our rooms
are like 20 feet apart, and if we want to talk we can just walk
out and meet in the hall."

But Daniel had a pretty good idea how she intended to use it. His
cock was incredibly hard in his pants. But he wouldn't give in.
Not to that!

"It was Roger's idea. I liked the idea of being able to talk with
you when you were alone in your room, and I'd have no idea what
you're doing."

His suspicions were confirmed. He should take it apart. Uninstall
it. Or break it so it couldn't just be re-installed.

After Daniel kissed Molly good night, she said, "Are you going to
take a nap now?"

"A nap? Why would I take a nap at this time of night? It's
nowhere near my bed time."

"Pretend, OK? If you go in your room and lock the door I can
pretend you're napping."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of this," said Daniel, but
realized he was smiling a little in spite of himself.

In his room, Daniel was supposed to pretend to nap. He had no end
of things he could look at online. He had hard-copy magazines and
a fat book. But he was curious if Molly had set up to talk to him
on the intercom. He'd just check... She was! She was talking! He
had to shut it off. There, it was off. He'd promised himself he
wouldn't listen. He bit his lip.

No one would know if he was listening or not. He'd at least get a
sense of what sort of things she might be saying. He turned it on
again.

"I really love my friend Daniel. He's so nice to me. He loves me
too, in all the ways I like but other ways too. And those other
ways aren't things a man can do with little girls. Because it's
all about sex, and little girls don't even know want sex is, and
they think it's all icky. If I was a big girl, I'd take all my
clothes off. And if I was a big girl when I looked down I'd see
boobs and hair down on my private parts. But I'm just a little
girl."

The voice stopped and Daniel could hear cloth swishing.

"There, I've got my clothes off. So my chest is just flat, and
there's no hair at all down there, just those lips that come
together. And I'm short and not grown up yet. That's what Daniel
would see if he was here. I just have on that soft little night
light."

Daniel was frozen, unable to think or move.

"Now I'm going to do some pretend. Make-believe. And I imagine
Daniel's right here, and he sees me. He thinks I'm so sexy. I
love that. He's not just my wonderful friend, he's a man and I'm
excited. I'm a little girl but I'm thinking like a big girl. His
big penis is sticking straight out -- because he wants to put it
into me! I spread my legs wide because I want to do it, and he
smiles. But my vagina has to get ready first... He's rubbing me
down there. He knows where my little girl button is, and he's
touching it... I'm rubbing it myself for real here and getting
more excited, but I'm pretending it's him. Oh, it's feeling
better and better. He took his fingers away and now he's getting
up on top of me. And he's touched me so well my vagina is long
and deep like a big girl's -- there's his penis -- and -- oh,
please put it in me! He does, he puts it in! First a little, then
more, then more. Oh, don't make me wait, go all the way in! Ooof!
It's in now and I feel so stuffed! I watch where we come
together. He's got pubic hair, but I've just got my little girl
lips. Now they're stretched into a circle, hugging his penis
really tight. I love it, and he loves it. In and out, in and out,
he's going in and out... thrusting... He's getting more excited,
he's going to let the sperm out, I can tell... Oh, goodness, I'm
going to have an orgasm, I can't help it! Oh, that's so
exciting.... Yes! He's twitching, I can feel it... my vagina is
getting wet and full, just like it's supposed to be! And that
makes me have an orgasm. He's done it -- just what I wanted. Now
we kiss... It's so lovely."

She sighed.

"I'm just six years old, but my friend Daniel just loved me the
sexy way, the way he really wants to. I mean, I pretended he did.
He got his penis in me, all the way, and it all fit snug and
wonderful! And I wanted it in there so much! And he ejaculated in
me, just the way a man's supposed to. And I'm so glad I could
make him happy, and he could make me happy."

There was a bit of silence. "I liked pretending so much I'm going
to just fall asleep like this... with all my clothes off and my
legs wide apart."

"Well, good night, Daniel, if you were listening. I love you."

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As the story was in progress, Daniel could manage no more than to
fish his cock out through his fly. He stroked himself very
lightly, and then ejaculated when she first mentioned him
touching her down there, and figured that would be all. The sperm
had landed on his pants. But his cock rose back up strongly. He
slid his fingers back and forth on it ever-so-lightly as Molly
narrated her fantasy of his cock going in and out, and when she
said she came, he came again, more globs of sperm shooting out
onto his pants and shirt. His cock got hard again, and as she
turned the mic off he was in desperate need of relief. He rubbed
as fast as he ever had, clutching his penis as tight as ever, and
finally got his third release.

He cleaned up as best he could. What had he done? A wave of guilt
washed over him, but he tried to figure out why. He'd decided
long before to feel OK about finding Molly sexy. He'd decided to
feel OK about masturbating while thinking about her. And now
she'd had a make-believe time, just imagining him. But he hadn't
suggested any of it. She had no idea how he was reacting. Was he
exploiting her? He couldn't see how. She knew he thought she was
sexy, and so she'd done the make-believe about him being able to
satisfy himself fully -- deep in her vagina.

It never seriously occurred to him to turn on his own microphone.
If he had done so, it would have violated the purity of the
entire endeavor. If he was feeling sexual and talking to her,
that was a form of sexual abuse.

He let the guilt go, and slept through the whole night, even
though he'd gone into his room at 8pm for a pretend nap.

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"Good morning, Daniel!"

"Good morning, Molly!"

"Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, I slept just fine," said Daniel. He tried to betray nothing.

Molly giggled. He had failed miserably.

So off they went on their day, Molly appreciating the loving
attention of her special friend Daniel. Card games. A walk in the
woods. Kicking a soccer ball. Reading a story. Molly taking a
turn trying to read -- she was slow and made mistakes, but she
was getting it! Each separately doing their own thing for a few
hours. Then she found him because she thought of a fun
make-believe -- something with a knight and a dragon and a
princess. When it was over, he was sitting on her bed and she
stood in front of him.

"Would you like to see me naked?" She had a very naughty
expression.

Daniel was startled at first, but composed himself. "Not this
again. You know what the story is."

"Of course I do! I was just kidding!"

"Tell me the story."

"I know the story!"

"Tell me anyway."

"You like me the way a boyfriend loves his girlfriend, and I was
never supposed to figure that out, but I violated your privacy
once so I did. And I wanted you to come back, but the deal was
that nothing about the sex part would happen. But I know it's
there, so I can do little things that maybe you like but I never
really find out if you liked them or not. All I get is maybe how
much you smile. But I never can show you my naked girl parts, and
I can never touch you, because that would be sexual abuse. And
just like some day I'll want sex even though I can't imagine it
now, some day I would think back on any kind of stuff we did and
think it was sexual abuse and hate you for it."

"That's pretty good. What about doing things I like, hoping I'll
do things you like?"

"Yeah, we can't have any of that. All I can get is whether you
give me big smiles or little ones. You try to hide that too, but
you're no good at it. But I've noticed... you make sure not to do
special things for me after I've done something you really
liked."

"Hmmm. If you noticed that, wouldn't you stop doing things that I
liked?"

"No! Because seeing those smiles is worth it! You do lots and
lots of things I like anyway. I don't need to count!" She lunged
forward with such force she pushed Daniel back over onto the bed
and gave him a bear hug. He gently rested his hands on her back.
They both knew they weren't allowed to touch this way. His job
was to scold her and get her to get off. But it was so nice to
enjoy it... just for a moment. He knew Molly knew it was
forbidden too. She had probably just hugged him on the spur of
the moment because she felt a wave of affection for him. But now
it was just a warm face-to-face hug, dressed girl on top of
dressed man. He wasn't making her get off, and she wasn't getting
off. Seconds passed. Seconds turned to minutes.

Then he felt Molly's pelvis tilt slowly, just a little. He
breathed in sharply. Molly instantly got up and said, "Oh, I'm
sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

Daniel struggled to sit up and smiled at her. "I'm proud of you,"
he said. "As soon as it started just a teeny bit in the wrong
direction, you stopped! You're a good girl!"

They were silent. Daniel looked into her eyes and said, "We were
breaking the rules but neither one of us stopped it. I guess we
really wanted to hug."

Molly gave a bright smile. Daniel had a strong urge to kiss her,
slow and sensual -- but that was exactly the sort of thing she
wouldn't understand, not in the way he meant it. A little wave of
grief passed through him.

"You look funny," she said, then whispered, "Sure you don't want
to look at my vagina?" But without waiting for an answer, she
said, "Oh, Molly, you bad girl!" and ran away, laughing.

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Chapter 9

Mark approached Jenna at her little desk.

"Hey, Jenna, I want to show you something. Here on my laptop."

Jenna took a glance. There was Molly, lying on her bed with the
covers down. As Jenna watched, Molly pulled her panties down.
"Mark! How could you?"

Mark quickly closed the laptop and left.

When they got in bed that night, she said, "That's child
pornography you showed me!"

"Well, maybe. I'm certainly not going to release it. It certainly
wasn't Molly doing anything someone asked her to do."

"Doesn't matter ... No, don't touch me tonight."

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The next night...

"OK, Jenna, I was wrong. I apologize. I've removed the cameras
and mics and I promise I'll never do it again."

"Whatever made you do that?"

Mark sighed. "Is this my Jenna who loves people to watch her? Is
she the one who corrupted that 14-year-old boy because she wanted
to be nice to him? Oh, but wait... She loved getting fucked by
him, and loved that I would watch, and then loved that he would
watch. My selfless girl Jenna!"

"Stop!" There was a long silence. "What did you do, exactly?"

"I set up a video-plus-mic in Molly's room, and I set one up in
Daniel's room. I tapped into the intercom in both directions. And
I recorded it all at once. The room audio from Molly's side was
never interesting, and Daniel never turned his intercom on. Now
since you got mad about it I've removed all the recording stuff
but I did keep a few copies. Want to take a look before I delete
them?"

Jenna turned over to face Mark. "Yes," she said in a small,
sheepish voice, then looked at the laptop.

On the left half of the split screen was Molly's body, lit
softly. She was naked with legs apart, rubbing herself right in
the female parts. On the right side of the split screen was
Daniel, naked on his back, his hand rubbing his stiff cock. He
had displayed on his tablet one of those pictures of Molly that
she remembered taking -- this one showed her on her back on the
bed, topless but with her nipples just out of view. Her
expression was both loving and urgent. The audio was Molly's
intercom monologue. "Oh, I'm pretty sleepy tonight, but I still
want it. Ooo, here he comes, my boyfriend. Daniel, let me look at
your penis... Can I touch it? It's so smooth and hard. You can't
wait? Ooo, you really do want it tonight, don't you! Well, I'm
ready to get it. There it goes -- Oooof! I'm stuffed so good. I'm
coming already! Well, Daniel's doing the man thing... He's
driving it in and out faster... Oh, pound me harder! And -- Yes,
he's ejaculating way up my vagina! Wow, that's a lot!" Just at
the moment Molly said "Ooooof", her finger shoved up deep inside
herself, and on the other screen Daniel whispered, "Oh, fuck,
Molly, fuck, fuck! You're so hot!" while semen arced out from his
penis onto his chest. He switched the tablet picture to a
full-body picture of a fully clothed Molly, one that Jenna didn't
recognize -- she could see why he liked that one -- Molly's
expression was so calm, vulnerable, and beautiful. The clip
faded.

Jenna lay on her stomach, moaning. "Rape me, Mark, rape me! I
don't want to consent!"

Mark growled and lifted her butt up off the mattress into doggy
position. Once he had her there Jenna held herself up. Mark's
cock slid into her from behind. She was plenty wet. He went deep
-- so deep it hurt a little, but she didn't say anything. He
pounded in deeper and faster and it hurt more. She started
coming, and each stab of pain made her orgasm more intense. Then
Mark gasped and she felt the deep end of her pussy get so much
wetter, and it was kind of like balm for the pain. He pulled out
quickly and knocked her knees backwards, flopping her down onto
her stomach again.

"Happy?" he said.

"No!" she said. But she couldn't suppress her smile totally.

Jenna was glad Mark didn't try to get her to discuss things. She
needed to work through her feelings on her own. She fell asleep.

She woke in the middle of the night, restless. She retrieved
Mark's laptop, woke it up and saw in the directory that came up
files with tags 1 through 14. She brought up number 2 and started
playing it. Molly was in doggy position! "My friend Daniel told
me animals do it from the rear mostly, but people can too, so I
hope he'll show me what that's like. My pussy is nice and wet...
I feel him coming up behind me." Mark was stirring, and as she
took his cock in her mouth she felt it respond quickly. When it
was hard she impaled herself. Up and down she went, more and more
excited. Molly shoved her finger up inside from the rear. Daniel
jerked frantically. Jenna plastered her pussy down onto Mark's
cock and was seized by an intense orgasm. When she was done, and
the video had faded out, Mark lifted her pelvis up off of him two
inches and fucked fast from below, coming in twenty seconds.

In the morning they watched one more as Mark shafted her in
missionary position.

Are there 11 more, like the numbers would suggest?"

"Yeah, but if we need a break I want to show you number 8."

Molly gave an audible yawn and said, "My boyfriend was a little
bit mean to me today, but that's OK. He's so nice that even mean
is pretty nice. I want him to come stick it in me and have a
really good time. Sometimes I think my vagina is getting deeper
from all I go poking in and out with my finger. In all the way,
boyfriend. Oooo, that's nice! In and out... That's so nice
inside. You smell like a man, and that's nice too. I know what
you're going to do. I can tell. I can predict the future. Pretty
soon your penis is going to get really hard and go deep and then
you'll ejaculate more baby stuff way up in there!"

There was a pause of a few seconds.

"Ha! Was I right, or what? Just like I said... Now give me a
hug... I wanna spoon back against you." But on Daniel's half of
the video, there was his favorite picture of Molly showing, and
he was naked, but his cock was soft. Daniel was in the fetal
position, crying. He was crying hard, and he went on and on and
on. He was still crying when it looked like Molly was asleep with
a smile on her face.

"How do you suppose Molly will make sense of all these memories
when she grows up?" asked Jenna.

Mark shrugged. "She's choosing it. From what the two of them say,
he never gives her feedback. I wonder how she knows how to say
such hot stuff."

"I have an idea about that. She once asked me to say what it felt
like to have a penis going in and out, and somehow she coaxed me
into giving a pretty hot description. Roger said once she'd done
the same thing with him, for the other point of view."

"Do you suppose he does something like let her have more candy or
something if she's broadcast a fantasy like that?"

"No, actually. Molly said she stopped doing any of that for two
weeks, waiting for Daniel to get mad or grumpy, but he never did.
He went right on being just as nice as ever. So then she started
up again. She giggled when she told me that the morning after she
started up again he lost his balance and tumbled the moment he
laid eyes on her."

Jenna suddenly smiled. She said, "We shouldn't delete these, we
should put them in an archive somewhere to be released in 75
years or whatever. Has anything like that every been recorded? We
should get some innocent footage of the two of them throughout
the day, being with each other in ordinary ways. And the rest of
the household too. It's a documentation project."

"Should we get more of the intimate source material?"

"That would be a good idea. We don't have anywhere enough for a
good sample."

"I didn't know you were into -- what do they call it? -- cultural
anthropology."

"Well, people can develop new interests at any time in life,"
said Jenna smoothly.

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Molly said, "I want to ask you about sex things. Just
information, OK?"

"OK," said Daniel.

"I keep getting sexier, right? But then at some point you'll
think I'm less and less sexy. When will I be the sexiest of all?"

"Oh! You are incredibly sexy, and will be for years to come!"

"But when will it be most?"

Daniel looked at the floor, then the wall.

"What's wrong?"

"The sexiest I've ever known you is when we first met."

"Really? Because I was new, and then you got used to me?"

"Maybe some of that. But I'm a pedophile, right? A weirdo?
Attracted to kids. No one said the sexiest girls are at least 5
years old."

"Really?" said Molly. "How young was best?"

"I don't know," said Mark. "About 3 maybe. I wish I'd known you
then." He brushed the back of his hand slowly down Molly's cheek.
"Oops! Sorry! I broke the rules."

"It's OK, silly."

"The main thing is you were incredibly sexy when I first met you,
and you still are!"

Roger was able to locate old family photos of Molly as a younger
girl from her mother's devices and edited them into a bunch that
were designed to please Daniel.

Molly was thankful, and Daniel was mesmerized. She noticed and
then worked on talking like a younger version of herself at
night, when she and Daniel were behind their respective bedroom
doors for the night.

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Pictures of Molly at three... That voice of hers. She did sound
like a younger girl, though it wasn't perfect. His lusty inner
animal thought it was perfect.

She started talking like a younger girl during the day.

"You shouldn't pretend to be younger... that's not fun
make-believe for me. You're six years old."

"Oh. No make-believe about being little?"

"Right, it's not so fun for me."

"But I can make-believe any way I want when I'm all alone,
right?"

Daniel shrugged, and couldn't help smiling a little.

Pictures of Molly at three. Molly at six, talking like a younger
kid, having fantasies of hot sex. He felt like his sexy part, the
part that wanted to fuck hard and deep, was satisfied as never
before. Even though not in the ultimate way.

The ultimate was forever forbidden.

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Chapter 10

Time passed.

Jenna got pregnant and gave birth to a baby boy. Fifteen months
later she gave birth to another boy. As expected, Mark was the
father of both boys.

At the age of 19, Roger wanted to strike out by himself in the
world to build a new life. Theresa was in favor, and Molly gave
him her blessing too, though he didn't need it. He found an
apartment in his old home town down near Boston that he shared
with a few other guys, and earned money helping to build houses
while learning carpentry.

All the adults had been uneasy about Molly being at home and not
being with other kids her age. She had a home schooling program
and was doing fine with it. But Roger had gone to school and
associated with other kids his age up until the age of 14. He had
lived at the end of the road in the middle of nowhere for 5 years
before heading out on his own. But Molly hadn't even been in real
school when she withdrew from the world at the age of 5. If she
was going to have a normal future, she needed to associate with
other children again. So at the age of 10, Molly started taking
the bus to the local elementary school. They all knew that if she
spoke of their lifestyle to anyone at school, there could be
serious consequences. Roger's past involvement with Jenna was
clearly illegal. Daniel's relationship with Molly was perhaps not
technically illegal, but it was so unusual that none of them felt
sure it would be considered a safe home environment for Molly.
But they all just had to trust Molly, and Molly understood her
grave responsibility to say little about how things worked where
she lived.

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At age 11, the signs of puberty became so plain in Molly that
they could no longer be denied.

Daniel took her for a long walk, choosing a pleasant spring day
when everything seemed to be going well around the house.

"I'm not sure how you'll feel about this," Daniel said. "I think
I love you more than ever, but now I just love you as a grown-up
loves a child who is special in his life."

Molly stopped, smiled at him, and said in the voice of a younger
child, "Are you saying you don't want to stick your penis in my
vagina any more?"

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it," said Daniel. "And maybe you
can stop telling me those sexy stories over the intercom."

They had been just naturally happening less and less, and had
gotten down to one every couple weeks. "I can still pretend to be
a little girl. You're still just as attracted to the little me in
those pictures as you ever were, right?"

"In a way I am, yeah, but it was the real you who made it work.
It wouldn't have worked if someone else -- Jenna, maybe? -- was
talking like that over the intercom to me." He paused.

"So what happens now?" said Molly.

"I've talked it over with your mom, Jenna and Mark. For one
thing, we can get rid of those rules that were just to make
everyone less nervous about whether I was molesting you. Like not
touching each other. We can just hug whenever we both want."

They stopped on the path and Molly immediately hugged Daniel,
warm and tight. Daniel hugged her back, and they held it for a
long time.

"And now you won't have any desire to take your clothes off
because you think I'd like it. Everything becomes easier in that
way."

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Like any kid, Molly had her meltdowns and bad tempers, but they
started getting more frequent and more intense. The adults all
agreed it was probably hormones, and Molly herself shrugged and
didn't try to say they were wrong. Her skin got oily and she got
zits, part of her body transforming itself into a woman's body.

Then she started avoiding Daniel. She called him mean names like
'pervert' and didn't want to spend any time with him at all. From
Daniel's point of view, the timing wasn't the very worst, since
he no longer had that passionate romantic attraction to her. But
it is always exceedingly painful when someone you love deeply is
mean to you. They all noticed Molly was still pretty good with
the little boys and decent to Mark and Jenna.

But before many weeks had passed, Jenna sought Daniel out for a
private talk. "You know the problem, big brother?" she said.

"No, little sister."

"Molly's hormones are telling her she wants someone to stick a
penis in her vagina."

"Well, I guess that's normal." Molly was 14 years old.

"But not just anyone's penis."

"Oh," said Daniel, and looked at his sister while she looked at
him. "Mine?"

"The very one. You love her so much, surely you'd do that for
her, right?"

"No. If it was just a matter of choice I wouldn't hesitate. But
sadly, she's too old."

"I was afraid of that."

"I'm afraid it would be like that girl in high school, and I
can't imagine anything worse for a girl's self-confidence her
first time than finding her favorite man can't get it up."

"That's for sure. For her, I've got a hunch the desire for you in
particular is just a phase -- even if it lasts a year or two."

"Yeah, I kind of have that hunch too."

"Oh, well, I bet more girls than not go through being horny as
hell for most of their teenage years."

He smiled. "Yeah, she'd get through it... I've got one idea,
though."

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"Hey, Molly, wanna take a walk?"

"OK," said the big girl with a sigh.

Walking is a good activity for awkward conversations. Silences
are less conspicuous because you are doing something else too.
But at a certain point, Daniel had to get to the point.

"Jenna sort of hinted that you're kind of aware of your
sexuality."

"Well, duh."

"Aware of it to the extent of kind of wishing you could do it."

"Doesn't every kid my age?"

"Do you remember when you swore you'd never want to do anything
with sex? Swore it up and down?"

"Yeah, I do. And I remember your answer. 'Then you never have
to.' Everyone else always said, 'Oh, you'll change your mind
later.' That's kind of a put-down. You didn't put me down.
There's a reason I liked you." Long pause. "Pervert."

Daniel stopped in his tracks and looked down. "Past tense of
'like'. Pervert."

"Aw, you know I didn't mean it that way. It's just... What makes
me think of it is... Here I am, finally interested in sex, it
would be nice if you really wanted to fuck me! Not that I'd let
you. But you don't even want to!"

Daniel started walking again. "Yeah, it must really suck for you.
Sorry. You remember saying, 'You want to stick your penis in my
vagina!'?"

"I try not to."

"And everyone always had to say, 'Oh Daniel does, but not really,
because he'd never hurt you. He does and he doesn't.' So now the
situation is all different, but the answer is the same. 'He does
and he doesn't'. Now it's that I would like to -- or at least I'd
like to want to, because I love you and you're worth it, and what
you want is natural. But I'm enough of a pervert that my body
wouldn't cooperate. I tried it with girls my age when I was
younger. I wanted it to work so badly... But it didn't."

"Yeah, that's too bad."

"But there are tons of men and boys who would love to stick it in
you. What about the boys at school?"

"Let's use language more delicate than 'stick it in me'. And as
for the boys... they're babies, or assholes, or both.

"Ouch."

"But there's more too. All those years, I had in the back of my
mind -- and not too far back at that -- that you wanted to do it
to me. My vagina knew it. And now my vagina says, "OK, I'm ready
to get it! And there's this huge backlog of 'He wants to do it to
me but he can't'."

"Oh, shit... If only I hadn't whispered, 'Oh, Molly' that one
moment."

"Yeah, I guess. But then I wouldn't have gotten to see your
smiles in the morning after I'd been letting my imagination run
wild at night. You did really like it?"

"Yes, I did."

"You could be a little more expansive about it now, couldn't
you?"

"It was definitely the high point of my sex life."

"That's so romantic," grumbled Molly.

"OK," said Daniel, taking a deep breath. "I wanted to get you
naked and fuck you hard and come in your pussy, and not stop but
keep fucking and come again, then do you from the rear without
pulling out, then turn over again and fuck some more. And maybe
after two full days of that and a hundred loads of cum, I'd take
a break to drink some water and go to the bathroom."

Molly smiled and laughed, and then stamped her foot and said,
"Oh, shit! The timing sucks so much!"

"Too bad I couldn't have done all that fucking and coming and
stored it up in a time machine, and then let it out now."

"Yeah, it is."

"But I've got an idea. You remember the intercom?"

"How could I forget?"

"I checked the other day, and it wasn't working, but I fixed it.
Why don't you put on the headset when I go into my room tonight.
And I'll send you some pictures Jenna took of me lately."

"OK..."

"You realize it's still illegal if I did anything sexual with
you? Jenna got away with corrupting Roger, but he was delighted
to be corrupted. I'm sure you wouldn't tell, but it's still weird
to think it's illegal because you're considered too young. But
you're safe from me because you're too old."

Molly was wearing jeans. Suddenly she stopped, took Daniel's
right hand and pulled it really hard to press his palm right
against her crotch.

It took Daniel a second to recover, but he yanked his hand away.

"There, you abused me!"

"You forced me!"

"You didn't pull your hand away as quickly as you could have, so
you're guilty!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

They both laughed, and then Daniel reached out to enfold Molly in
a hug, and she hugged him back. They stood that way, on the path
in the woods, for the better part of a minute.

Daniel started walking again slowly, and said, "I could feel
enough to know -- there's no penis and testicles there between
your legs."

"Really? They were there this morning!"

"Nothing. It's flat. You're a female. You were flat there when
you were a little girl too. I so wish I could have put my hand
there back then and felt how flat it was."

"Me too. I think even then I would have wanted you to do that
much... But you know, it's not quite the same there now."

"I don't want to know! I couldn't feel anything different through
the jeans!"

"Would you want me if I waxed myself down there?"

"Ouch! Don't say that! And the answer is no, but I appreciate
you'd even think of it."

As they got back towards the house, Molly said, "Sorry I've been
mean to you lately. And I probably will be again. But I love you,
you know? And I will forever. Just you, Daniel. Even if all our
sex organs disappeared. Maybe it would even be better that way,
with no sex organs. 'A child who grew up and an adult who had
already grown up'."

She reached out to hug him and he hugged her back. They both
cried a little, then broke apart and went their separate ways.

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Molly lay back in bed naked, legs spread wide apart.

Daniel said, "Oh, look at you! You are just so sexy! That
gorgeous face. Those breasts aren't the biggest, but they're
perfect! And the nipples standing straight up? And there's your
pussy. I want to get my cock into there so bad! Oh, man, here I
come, whether you're ready or not... Think you can take that huge
thing? Well, you gotta, whether you want to or not! Oooo, ahhhhh!
I'm in. Nice hot one. You're so sexy I won't be able to last
long.... Unnh, unnh, unnnh, unnnh..."

Daniel's deep voice kept speaking through her earphones. Molly
looked up at the tablet on the wall, showing a picture of Daniel
from the waist up, shirtless of course, and with that expression
that just said, "I want to fuck you hard!" as much as any picture
could.

Molly shoved the dildo in and out while fingering her own clit.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" came Daniel's voice.

Molly shoved the dildo so far in it hurt, imagining Daniel's dick
filling her with cum, and felt her whole body convulse with
orgasm.

She lay back, panting heavily. She smiled, and then smiled again.
She sighed and closed her eyes.

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Chapter 11 - Epilogue

Molly had stayed interested in her intercom sex sessions with
Daniel until her junior year in high school, when she found a
high school boy she was interested in. The intercom sessions
stopped completely, but she confided a great deal in Daniel
through the highs and lows of her first real sexual and emotional
relationship. When she went off to Middlebury College the
friendship with Daniel naturally dropped in importance, as
typically happens to home-town friendships when someone goes to
college.

With Molly away, Daniel's life at Jenna's house was a bit
different. But he had a "favorite uncle" relationship with the
two boys, though he felt no romantic or sexual attraction to
them. He certainly had nowhere else he would rather be. He was 47
years old.

Now, at the age of 25, Molly was in a wonderful, healthy
relationship with Jonathan, a kind and successful man just a
couple years older. They lived near Boston and hoped to start a
family within a few years.

In September Molly said she hoped Daniel would come visit her and
Jonathan, and Daniel was delighted by the prospect. When the
designated weekend came, he enjoyed getting to know Jonathan a
little better, and the three of them got on well. But Molly set
aside a long period when it was just the two of them at the
house.

"Now to the main reason I asked you to come down," she said.
"Ever since I was five and discovered you were a pedophile, I've
felt bad for you. I did my best to try to give you at least a
little sexual satisfaction when I was the age you were attracted
to."

"And I will treasure those memories forever," said Daniel.

"I don't know what sort of sexual satisfaction you have had since
then, if any."

"Oh, it's pictures of girls in bathing suits, or erotic stories
mostly. Some of those pictures are of you. And memories of you as
a little girl are always with me, and they are definitely a big
part of the mix."

"Oh, that's nice. I'm not sure how it could be better. Can you
think of anything?"

"No. I've never wanted to look at child porn, and it is in any
case legally hazardous."

"You recall that Mark and Jenna were into exhibitionism and
voyeurism of various kinds."

"They still are, it's still fine with me, and I still have no
interest in it myself."

"As it turns out, Jenna's partner Mark did something very bad
back when I was a little girl."

Daniel said, "He didn't abuse you, I hope."

"No, it wasn't that. I had no idea anything was happening at the
time. It was in the voyeur realm. When I was telling you those
sweet stories over the intercom, he had one camera going in my
room and another in yours, and he recorded both images along with
the audio of the story I was telling you. When Jenna found out,
she was furious and made him stop -- briefly, until she recast it
as a "cultural anthropology" thing where the videos would be
locked away for 75 years or whatever. But then her voyeuristic
side would get the better of her and she'd give in and watch."

"It's kind of funny, though -- why would they be turned on by a
naked little girl, unless they had those tendencies themselves?"

"I asked that, and Mark said that somehow the voyeur aspect
broadened the sorts of things they found hot. And you were there,
an adult having a very adult sexual reaction."

"Well," said Daniel. "It sure was an invasion of your privacy.
And it sounds like it was illegal."

"True. Mark came to me not too long ago, very nervous, but asking
if maybe I'd like to do you a favor. He thought that just maybe,
if I still wanted to help you with some sexual satisfaction, he
had something that might be of interest. He couldn't tell me
about it before. But he figured now I was 25, an adult and then a
bit for good measure."

When he revealed what he had done, I was pissed as hell, but that
last bit -- helping you be happy -- kept me listening. I really
was doing what I said I was doing, and it's all on video."

"Oh, no," moaned Daniel.

"I now hereby give you permission to look at images of me when I
was a child and think as many sexual thoughts as you wish. I'd
also point out that you gave me absolutely no instructions as to
what to do. Everything I did I thought up on my own, right? You
may have given me some big smiles, but you never gave any
suggestion as to what I should do."

"You were so damned thoughtful."

"We take it for granted, but you also deserve some credit for
being with me day in and day out for years, lusting after my
little body, and never once crossing a line."

"Yeah, OK," said Daniel.

"So what I've done is to take the raw footage Mark gave me and
sharpened up my skills on video editing, and I've created some
videos for you. They're presumably illegal, so I'd keep them
encrypted, but I think they are completely free of any taint of
the immoral or unethical. My editing them and deciding to give
them to you washes away the wrongness of what Mark did."

"Holy shit," murmured Daniel. "I'm going to see you naked, with
your legs apart, and..."

"And me thrusting my hips, and sliding my middle finger in and
out of my vagina. And I'm doing it all back then because I want
you to be happy. And the part I've done now is also because I
want you to be as happy as you can be."

Daniel paused a minute to think. "I guess I can't see a moral
problem with it. What about your mom?"

"I thought of that. I as a 25-year-old am entirely emancipated,
and I can take responsibility for the wrong that Mark did to her
minor child."

"What about Jenna -- does she know?"

"I could make the same case that I can assume responsibility for
it, but Mark and I decided it would be up to you. She very much
wanted you to be happy, and I'm sure she still does."

"Oh, yeah, I know that."

"And she hardly has clean hands in the unethical voyeurism
department."

"True."

"So it's up to you." She paused. "Jenna played a huge part in
getting you to come back, so I'll always be thankful to her for
that."

Daniel nodded. "Let's keep it then among you, me and Mark. No
need to tell Jonathan?"

"No, no need. Better not, actually. As you know, he does know
about the special friendship we had, and your sexual preference.
And he's 100% fine with it."

"Yeah, I got that sense." There was a long pause. "Being a
pedophile makes for a very difficult life, in the love and sex
department. But over the years, I'd say you've done about as much
as a mortal can do to make things about as good for me as a
pedophile could ever have it. And it's especially wonderful that
you started when you were five years old." He smiled. "Even when
you shoved my hand against your crotch that day -- that was
special."

"That? Really?" said Molly with surprise.

"Really! ... not sure I can explain it fully. But you were at a
stage where that was OK to you, as a sort of joke, and it
connected me to a time when I wanted to do that so much and it
would not have been OK."

"Well, you were the very best friend a girl could have, and I
really needed a friend. We've said it off and on over the years,
but I'll say it again. I'll love you forever and ever. More than
Jonathan, in some important ways. Naturally I love him more in
other ways, and I would never put it to him like that, but..."

"Yeah, I think I understand."

They wrapped their arms around each other for a long, happy hug.

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To see his little love naked and masturbating and giving him hot
commentary, all done with such subtle and erotic video and
audio... It was amazing.

He cried. He laughed. He pined. And he masturbated. Over and over
again.

Life as a pedophile was hard. You could never really get what you
really wanted.

Daniel had gotten a lot, due to the miraculous little Molly and
some unusual circumstances.

Whatever other pros and cons there were, Daniel felt rock solid
in the morality department. And ultimately, that was more
important than everything else. He had never made a single
mistake. Not one.

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