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Friends Only
by AnonyMPC (anonympcstories@gmail.com)

***

Jack thought his twelve-year-old cousin Lily was as 
innocent as a girl could be, at least that's what he 
thought until he got an invitation to her Friends Only 
Facebook page and discovered her secret life as an 
exhibitionist. (Mg, ped, inc, 1st, exh, mast, oral)

***

Chapter One:

I used to think my cousin Lily was an average kid. Now, 
I kind of hope she isn't... because as much as I've 
benefited, if average girls her age are this sexually 
adventurous, it's probably a bad sign for society as a 
whole. I still struggle with accepting this side of her. 
Before I discovered it, if I'd even thought about it, I 
would have doubted Lily had ever said the word sex, 
except perhaps in whispers, followed by a blush and a 
giggle. She was, after all, only twelve years old. 

If you met her on the street, you would never guess what 
she did in her free time. You'd just see a pretty, 
apple-cheeked preteen girl, with skin that had never 
ever had a single blemish, and dark brown hair that 
flows just past her shoulders. If what she was wearing 
was tight enough, you could make out what there was of a 
figure... a child's figure, very slender, thin legs, 
thinner arms, and an almost flat chest, with just the 
barest hint of bumps. She usually looked cheerful, with 
a pleasant smile sitting naturally on her face, and if 
she was really happy that those pink lips would part and 
you could see the flash of metal braces. In short, she 
looked the picture of a little girl just on the verge of 
becoming a woman, but still innocent in the extreme. 

You might guess her hobbies included playing soccer or 
field hockey, or maybe those delicate fingers played an 
instrument. I knew she did both, although had mostly 
given up on piano, but I didn't even have an idea about 
this other side she had, one she kept hidden from her 
family. This side she shared with friends only, and only 
a select category of them. I only found out about it 
when she decided I wasn't just her cousin, I also 
deserved to be her friend.

That decision didn't come out of nowhere, although it 
seemed like it to me. I guess we always had a 
connection, even though I'm six years older. Up until a 
couple years back, my mother would regularly babysit 
Lily... after school for a few hours, and during school 
holidays. Sometimes on weekends when her parents wanted 
to go out she'd be dropped off at our place too, but 
mostly it was during the week. Mom was trying to start a 
home business, and it seemed like a natural thought that 
she could make a few extra bucks and watch over Lily 
while doing it. It worked out, for the most part, but 
while trying to be successful, she couldn't give my 
cousin her full attention.
 
Mom's idea of babysitting Lily was to sit her in front 
of the TV while she sat in the home office trying to get 
work done. Aside from television, since my mother 
commandeered the computer, there weren't a lot of other 
things to entertain someone her age, at least not stuff 
she could do by herself. She was always a sweet kid, and 
seeing her bored as hell, I put myself in her place and 
just felt bad for her. Imagine it, being stuck in a 
relative's house, far from your friends. So, one day I 
decided if I was home and wasn't doing anything 
important, I'd play with her. Hide and seek, ping-pong, 
even horsey-rides sometimes. I didn't spend all my time 
doing it, but I always tried to carve out a little bit 
for her. Before long, if I didn't come to her, she'd 
come get me. I didn't usually mind... playing with her 
was fun. Sure, eventually I got bored too and wanted to 
do other things, and sometimes I even hid out in my room 
with my music on high and pretending not to hear 
 her knocking, but I actually missed her when Mom gave 
up, got a real job, and Aunt Kelly had to hire a 
different sitter. 

For a long time after that, I saw very little of my 
cousin Lily... just at holidays and family gatherings. 
Last year I graduated from high school and, when I 
started college this year, that changed. See, I was 
eager to move out on my own, and that was my 
opportunity. I found a place, a bachelor apartment. It 
was small, but barely affordable, mainly because there 
was a little bit off the beaten track. As it turned out, 
the path from the nearest bus stop to my building ran 
right past Lily's school. 

The first time I spotted her it was a pleasant surprise, 
a cool coincidence, but I began to look forward to it. I 
guess for all that I wanted to get away from my family, 
I found living alone a little lonely, so it was nice to 
see a familiar face. It didn't happen too often. My 
college schedule that year was a little unbalanced, so 
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I had lectures from 7 in the 
morning to almost 6 at night, but on Mondays, 
Wednesdays, and Fridays, my last class ended at 2:30. On 
those days, if I left right after class, as I usually 
did, I had a small chance of meeting Lily on her way 
home. Whenever I did, we'd usually stop for a couple 
minutes to talk, and it brightened my day a little, no 
matter how dreary it was. 

I didn't think these interactions would last... I knew 
any minute she'd start that inevitable transformation 
into a teenager, become sullen and be too ashamed to 
talk to a relative, any relative, while friends were 
nearby, potentially judging her coolness by the smallest 
association. I went through a similar stage... when my 
friends came over, I had to pretend my little cousin was 
just an annoying brat, and it would only be fair that 
she pay me back for it. So I knew one day I'd wave at 
her and she might give a little wave but not stop to 
talk, and then after that she'd just nod furtively when 
she saw me, before looking away so I couldn't embarrass 
her. 

We went through about half of that school year with 
sporadic encounters where she always had a smile for me 
and somehow judged me cool enough to talk to, even in 
front of her friends. As spring began to approach that 
still hadn't changed and, one Monday, when she stopped 
to talk to me, I got the invitation that changed 
everything.

I need to back up, first, because to explain the 
invitation, I have to talk about the previous weekend. 
It was my mother's birthday. We went to eat at a 
"Chinese" place, my mother's favorite, an all-you-can-
eat-buffet. I use the quotes because I don't think the 
owners are really Chinese, and it shows in the 
offerings, they had a mix of dishes, some Western, and 
I'm pretty sure Teriyaki Beef is Japanese, not Chinese. 
The place called itself Chinese, anyway, and my mother 
loved it. I just liked it, but they had a few good 
dishes, and I couldn't complain about the portion sizes. 
Six of us were there celebrating, my parents, me, my 
aunt and uncle, and Lily. The others were already there 
when my parents and I arrived, although only by a few 
minutes. Because four out of our six were couples, I sat 
directly across from my little cousin. 

Lily looked nice that night, like she was a little 
dressed up, wearing a black top over a red dress. I 
didn't think it was the kind of thing she normally wore, 
but then I didn't know her well enough to know that. 
Almost every time I saw her lately, she was wearing her 
school uniform. Today, when she saw me, she gave me a 
warm smile and hello, and then said Happy Birthday to my 
mom. Aunt Kelly passed over a boxed gift, which my Mom 
opened. It was a nice vase, which my Mom oohed and ahhed 
over appreciatively. 

That made me feel a little guilty because I'd only given 
Mom a card. It was all she asked for, because she didn't 
want me spending money I needed for college on a gift 
she didn't really need, but I still felt bad. It was 
like a no-win situation, if I bought her something, 
she'd give me grief for wasting money, if I didn't, I'd 
have to feel bad about that. Maybe my guilt was all she 
really wanted. 

To avoid thinking about that, I tried to make some small 
talk with Lily, but she was a little quiet, even 
withdrawn, answering in one word answers, not the easy 
camaraderie we had outside her school. I thought the 
teenager syndrome had started to set in early. I quickly 
began to see some of the signs of it, in how she behaved 
with her parents. 

While we were all at the buffet, assembling our first 
plates, she happened to be right behind me, and while we 
exchanged a few words about what dishes looked good, her 
dad passed by going the other way and said to her, "Hey, 
Lilypad, I saw a bunch of sushi over on the other 
table." Lily just rolled her eyes and blew air out of 
her mouth dismissively, and spooned some vegetables onto 
her plate. 

Her mother, she barely talked to, except when a direct 
question was asked, and that was rare. More often, Aunt 
Kelly criticized, like when she said, "You put too much 
of that on your plate, you're never going to eat all of 
it," or "Stop trying to use the chopsticks if you don't 
know how, Lily. Somebody's got to clean up whatever you 
drop... don't try and act sophisticated, just use a 
fork." I could understand Lily giving her the teenager 
treatment early, if that was what she was like at home. 

My aunt was another reason I couldn't really talk to 
Lily. Throughout that dinner, Aunt Kelly seemed to butt 
in whenever I tried, even for the most banal things. For 
example, when I asked how school was going, Lily started 
to answer, but then her Mom jumped aboard with, "She's 
doing great, except in social studies. But she won an 
award in composition the other week," and yammered on 
about her daughter's accomplishments and what she needed 
to work on, while Lily seemed to shrink back. I bit back 
a scowl... if I wanted to talk to Aunt Kelly, I would 
have asked her. 

I should have expected that, though. My aunt was always 
this way... probably since she and my mom were kids. My 
mom's not normally a quiet woman, but always allows Aunt 
Kelly dominate the conversation whenever they're 
together, like she was used to it, which is weird, 
because Mom's the elder sister. I used to think my aunt 
was entertaining, and a great storyteller, but as I'd 
grown and come to the conclusion that she just liked the 
spotlight, it became a little annoying. In small doses, 
she could still be fun, but I felt bad for Lily, who had 
to deal with it every day. 

I guess her dad wasn't too bad. Although my uncle could 
occasionally get loud and obnoxious when talking about 
politics, he was more engaging and actually seemed like 
he listened to what you had to say, and even at his 
worst he was nowhere near as bad as Aunt Kelly... 
although, as it turned out, on that day he wasn't even 
there very long. Halfway through our first plate, his 
phone rang, he said, "I have to take this," and headed 
outside. About five minutes later, he came back with a 
grimace on his face and said, "Sorry, I hate to do this, 
but I really need to go into work."

"Oh, come on," my Dad said. "You're not going to leave 
me here to suffer alone with the women, are you?" he 
joked, completely forgetting me. Usually the two 
husbands entertained each other arguing about sports. 
"Can't you get somebody else to fill in? It's Julia's 
birthday."

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm the only one who 
can handle it." 

"He's the number one man there, the place would fall 
apart without him." Aunt Kelly said proudly, and then 
explained about why nobody else could do the job, up 
until she was finally interrupted by her daughter. 

"So how are we supposed to get home?" Lily whined with a 
roll of her eyes.

"Oh, it's no trouble," my mom volunteered. "You can come 
with us. We have to drop Jack off anyway, and you live 
right near him." With that settled, my Uncle gave his 
wife a kiss on the cheek, his daughter a kiss on her 
forehead while she shied away, and then my mom a kiss on 
her cheek as well, delivered with an apology and an 
offer to pay for the meal. 

With that, he was gone, and my Mom and Aunt Kelly got 
into a long, detailed, and spectacularly boring 
conversation about Facebook and, particularly, the game 
Farmville, while my dad went for more food. I looked 
across the table at Lily, who was staring at her plate, 
picking at her food. 

I had that old instinct, from when she was bored. I 
wanted to make her feel better, even if only by 
distracting her, so I tried again to include her in the 
conversation. "So, do you play Farmville too?" I asked.

True to form, Aunt Kelly interrupted before Lily could 
get a syllable out. "Of course not, she doesn't have a 
Facebook," she said. "She's not allowed. She's too young 
for sites like that." 

"I am not," Lily muttered.

"Yes you are, young lady. You're not even allowed on 
there until you're thirteen, by their own terms of 
service, and you're months away from that."

"As if you'd let me then."

"That's right. When you're sixteen you can get one, if 
you've proven you can handle it, and I have your 
password." She turned to my mother. "Now she's going to 
tell me about how her friends have Facebook profiles. I 
can't believe how lax some parents are. Luckily, I'm not 
like that. I put a Net Nanny program on her computer, 
the same types the school uses. It's not that I don't 
trust her. She's a good girl but there's so much bad 
stuff out there you can stumble across by accident."

My mother agreed, my dad, who had returned with a plate 
full mostly of sweet and sour ribs, tried to give an 
example, but Aunt Kelly continued in with, "That reminds 
me of a story..."

She took over the conversation, again, and told a story 
that wasn't even hers. It was something she saw on a 
newsmagazine about bullying leading to a suicide. I'd 
already finished my plate, but it was only when Lily got 
up and said she was going to go back for more that I 
decided I could use some too. "I told you," Aunt Kelly 
said as we rose, picking up Lily's last plate and 
showing the food left on it. "A total waste of food. 
Some kid in the real China would feel very lucky to have 
this much food to waste." 

In the buffet line, since I was mostly alone with Lily, 
I decided to try conversation again. "You okay?" 

Lily tilted her head towards me as she grabbed a fresh 
plate. "Yeah, Jack, I'm fine. Why?"

I shrugged. "You just seem a little quiet." I took a 
shot in the dark. "So, what are you missing out on to be 
here?"

She blinked up at me. "What?"

"It's just you look like you'd rather be anywhere else. 
Come on, it's a Saturday night. I know you've got plenty 
more fun things to do than celebrate your aunt's 
birthday."

"Oh, no," she said. "I don't mind being here. I like 
your parents." When she said "your", she poked me 
playfully with the hand that wasn't holding her plate. 

"Everybody always likes everybody else's parents more 
than their own," I said, trying to pass on sage wisdom. 
I certainly had problems with mine. My dad was good most 
of the time, but tended to fly off the handle for no 
reason. Mom was also a bit of a nag, but, to her credit, 
she didn't do it when we were out in public and it would 
embarrass me. Still, while I could live with my dad's 
occasional outbursts, my mom's regular nagging was one 
of the chief reasons I had wanted to move out. 

"Please, like you'd really want to trade your mom for 
mine, right?"

I shrugged, unwilling to either lie or admit the truth. 
Instead, I decided to change the subject. "Hey, I like 
how you did your nails." It struck me as a little 
childish, but cute. Each one was a painted different 
color, like she was trying to go for some kind of 
rainbow effect. 

She pulled her hand away from one of the scoops and 
showed them off. "Yeah? You just noticed them now?"

"No, I saw them when we sat down, but your mom wouldn't 
exactly let me get a word in edgewise."

She giggled then, a genuine one that made me feel good, 
like I'd done some small part to make her night better. 
"She HATES them. If we weren't on our way out when she 
noticed them, she'd have made me change." She pitched 
her voice a little lower and did a dead-on impression of 
her mother. "'They're so gaudy, Lily. You're becoming a 
young lady, you should look more respectable.'" She 
rolled her eyes.

I chuckled and scooped out a little Teriyaki beef for my 
plate. "Who cares what she thinks? It's your body, 
right?"

"Right!" she said, emphatically. "Thank God somebody 
sees it that way. You really like them?"

"I do," I said. "Rainbow nails are very cool." I was 
being a little generous. They were cute, but they were 
nails. What the fuck did I care?

"You think your girlfriend would look good with them?"

I laughed nervously. "Well, I don't have one at the 
moment, but if I did, I'd leave that up to her." I 
looked up and saw Aunt Kelly and my mom coming to the 
buffet area, and joked, "Uh-oh, there's your mom. Better 
end the conversation before she smothers it to death."

Back when we got to the table, my dad had shifted his 
chair over to my side of the table, having decided that 
talking to me and Lily, was better than listening to 
more of Aunt Kelly's stories. I couldn't blame him. The 
rest of the meal, we managed to have a divided 
conversation, with Aunt Kelly and my mom talking about 
whatever, and Dad, Lily and I talking mostly about our 
schools. I finally did hear Lily's own take about how 
things were going there (she found it boring, but most 
kids did), and she also showed us her collection of 
animal-shaped rubber bands she wore around her wrist 
while we pretended to be interested. 

After dessert, we all piled into the car and rode 
together, Lily right beside me, between me and her 
mother, and plowing into me whenever Dad took a turn too 
fast, but there was only room for one conversation, and 
that was Aunt Kelly's. Even that was subdued, as she 
claimed she was starting to develop a migraine, and 
mostly she just talked about all the steps she'd have to 
take once she got home to limit the amount of pain she'd 
suffer later. We dropped the two of them off, and then I 
was let out in front of my building, said one last Happy 
Birthday to my mom, and went home, thinking very little 
about that side of the family again.

That is, until I saw Lily again on that Monday, on the 
way home from school. She was with a small group, but 
peeled off when she saw me and smiled. "Hi," she said.

"Hey. Long time no see."

She grinned. "Yeah, it's been ages." As she spoke, she 
reached up a hand and shifted the bag on her shoulder. I 
noticed her fingernails were now unadorned, plain.

"No more rainbow fingers?"

"My Mom made me get rid of them," she said with a roll 
of her eyes. 

"Too bad, I thought it suited you," I said. "Your mom's 
a little strict, I mean, what's the harm of painted 
nails? You've got to express yourself some way, right?" 

She nodded. "I'm glad you think that." Then she looked 
up at me, a little twinkle in her eye, and spoke the 
words that first sealed my doom. "Hey, can you keep a 
secret?"

"Of course I can," I said automatically. If she was a 
little older, I might have been more wary, but like I 
said, she gives off such a vibe of innocence, I didn't 
even question. 

"You remember how you guys were talking about Facebook?"

I nodded. "Yeah, how your mom won't let you..."

She grinned. "Well, I do actually have my own Facebook 
page. You wouldn't believe how easy it is to get past 
that Net Nanny software. But it's secret. And friends 
only."

I smiled at her confession. A secret Facebook account 
didn't seem to be anything to worry about, and right in 
line with what I might have guessed the secret would be, 
if I had time to guess. A little bit of adolescent 
rebellion, but nothing really dangerous. How bad could 
it be, right? So I smiled. "Hey, that's cool. Your 
secret's safe with me."

"I knew you'd understand," she said. She bit the corner 
of her lower lip, hesitated for a second, and asked, 
"So, do you want an invite?"

"What, you consider me a friend?" It was crazy, but it 
felt good... made me feel all warm inside.

"Of course," she said firmly. "If anybody should be on 
it, it's you."

"You know your parents are on my friends list, right? 
They might see you being added. Or mine might, and tell 
your mom."

She shrugged. "It's okay, I use a fake name and picture 
anyway. So, should I invite you?"

"Okay, sure," I said, trying to sound more enthusiastic 
than I felt. I didn't actually care all that much. The 
invitation really touched me, but, being a realist, I 
imagined I'd find her Facebook as boring as everybody 
else's, or maybe even more so. What would she have? 
Status updates revolving around hating homework, or 
being totally in love with some celebrity? I don't 
understand how anybody actually reads those things 
regularly, even with adults. "Send me an invite then. 
But I'm not playing MafiaWars or Farmville, so if you 
just want me to give you virtual sheep or something, 
you're out of luck." 

"Don't worry, I've got better things to do than waste my 
time on games like that." Lily grinned happily as she 
rocked on her heels a little, and that made me feel warm 
again. "Okay, so, if you get an invitation from Lauren 
Smith, accept it. That's me."

"I will," I promised. "Anyway, I'll let you get on your 
way then."

"I'm in no rush," she insisted. 

I was. "Well, I haven't had anything to eat all day, so 
I need to make dinner before I could faint." Dinner 
would once again be canned ravioli. Mom dropped off a 
load of it a few weeks back, because it was on sale by 
the case at one of those club stores. I was getting a 
little sick of it, but with the apartment, internet 
access, coffee, tuition, and books, I had to cut corners 
somewhere, at least until I found a job. I needed to 
stretch my student loans as far as I could, which meant 
I couldn't afford to eat out very often or, for that 
matter, turn down free food. Ravioli was one still step 
above ramen, at least. 

"Oh." Lily seemed to need a second to think of what to 
say, but then added, "You know you really shouldn't skip 
meals like that."

"I know, I know. I was in a rush and forgot to bring a 
lunch." My stomach grumbled, punctuating the point. I 
started slowly shuffling in the direction of my place. 
"Anyway, I'll see you around. Send me that invite."

She raised one hand to wave and smiled. "I will. Enjoy 
your dinner."

We parted ways. I went home, ate, then had a little bit 
of a nap while watching TV. By the time I woke up and 
stopped by the computer, my e-mail told me I had a 
friend request from Lauren Smith. I logged in, did a 
very quick scan of my friends list for anything 
interesting, approved the request, and then closed the 
window. I didn't even look at her page... as honored as 
I was that she chose to invite me, I really didn't think 
there'd be anything worth looking at.

It wouldn't be until the next day that I'd learn how 
wrong that snap judgment was. 


Chapter Two:

Tuesday I returned home more tired, but less hungry, 
than the day before. I'd remembered to pack a lunch that 
day but, even so, the extended hours of my Tuesdays and 
Thursdays always wiped me out. As soon as I got my shoes 
off I collapsed in my comfy computer chair and got 
online. Lily was the farthest thing from my mind, but 
that was about to change.

I had a message, but not from her. It was from one of my 
classmates, Allison. She was cute, dark hair and 
complexion, a face that looked a little chubby but not 
in a bad way. What I'd seen of her body through her 
clothes was pretty good, too... average boobs, but a 
great ass. We usually sat near each other in my first 
class of the day, Tuesdays and Thursdays, and had struck 
up a few conversations. I'd been working up the courage 
to ask her out the whole year... I'm a little slow at 
that. We were on each other's Facebook page, though, and 
the message was sent through there.

Even before looking at it, I knew what it was about. I 
noticed she wasn't in class that day, and so she must 
have wanted a copy of my notes. That actually worked out 
well. An idea blossomed... I'd suggest we meet and I 
give her the notes near the cafeteria. Once we met, 
depending on the time, I could casually suggest we grab 
either a coffee or lunch. 

I logged on, confirmed my guess about what she wanted, 
and sent Allison a reply, suggesting the place and 
telling her when I was free, and otherwise leaving the 
time up to her, and then went to look through my friends 
status updates, just to kill time in the hopes she might 
log on and open up a chat. 

That was where I saw it. Earlier that day, "Lauren 
Smith" added a new photo, one of Lily in a pose on her 
bed, and it looked like she wasn't wearing pants.

I clicked on it immediately. Not out of a desire to see 
her naked, but just because I wanted there to be an 
innocent explanation... and there was. It was one of 
those cases where the thumbnail was misleading. She was 
clothed, but just wearing flesh-colored hotpants. 

I let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at the 
picture again. She was kneeling on her bed, back towards 
the camera, looking back over her shoulder. Not only 
were the shorts tight, but her t-shirt was, too. It 
wasn't sexual, but it was a little provocative, 
particularly for a twelve-year-old. 

There were already two comments. One said 
"Hot!!!!!!!!!", and the other one was "You are so sexy!"

My bad feelings started to return, but instead of being 
an immediate near-panic, it was a subtler worry. I could 
see my cousin going down the wrong path, maybe some of 
these friends convincing her to do something stupid. 

Still, it was just one picture. Maybe it was an 
aberration, that she didn't even know it might inspire 
sexual thoughts in the wrong type of people. I began to 
cycle through them, hoping to prove that to myself.

When I got to the end, I was still concerned, maybe even 
more so. She wasn't naked in any of the pictures, but 
there were a lot that were on the borderline of good 
taste, at least for a girl her age, and a few that 
crossed the border. Plenty of the pictures were 
completely tame, maybe showing off a bit of leg or 
belly, but the way average kids clothes do... I guess 
you could hardly complain about that when her school 
uniform had a skirt bottom. There were others though... 
a couple of bikini shots (taken in her room, not the 
beach), ones where she raised the skirt on her uniform 
to just below where panties would be visible, and a few 
where she was wearing something very tight, with her ass 
pointed towards the camera... the fabric clung to her 
ass leaving little of its shape to the imagination. The 
worst of the pictures had her showing her training bra 
or very tight panties. Two pictures had her wearing 
nothing more than that, and in one, the panties were 
pulled into the space
 between her ass-cheeks, showing off the skin of her 
buttocks a little. It didn't show much more than the 
bikini pics, but it seemed so much more sexual just 
because it was clothes that nobody should normally see.

I wasn't getting aroused by the pictures, at least no 
more than a little. I certainly didn't have an erection 
at that point, but there was a certain queasy feeling 
that seemed to be centered below even the pit of my 
stomach. Maybe this was the first inkling that I could 
be aroused by someone her age, but at that point, my 
worry still outweighed everything else. She was too 
young to be posing like that.

Worse than the clothes and the poses were the comments. 
Guys, many of whom had obviously fake names (a frequent 
commentator was 'David Davidson'), had commented on many 
of the pictures, telling her how hot she looked or 
openly wishing that she dropped the shorts or took off 
the bikini top. One picture had her sucking on a 
popsicle and 'David' commented about how he had 
something else she could suck on. A few other guys 
agreed with the sentiment.

I didn't want anything bad to happen to my cousin, and 
it was looking like she was getting herself into 
trouble... probably not immediate danger, but I knew I'd 
have to talk to her and warn her. 

It was then that I saw that the pictures I'd just looked 
at were in a folder named "1". Did "1" imply a "2"? Just 
to be safe, I clicked on the album name, and then on 
"View Photos" to get to a list of her albums. 

There were four folders. "1", "2", "3", and "v". None of 
them had anything revealing on the album thumbnail, they 
were all blank (I hadn't noticed but there was one empty 
image when I was scrolling through the first album, and 
imagined the rest must have been similar), so I clicked 
on "2".

A page full of preview images opened, and even with the 
small size, I could tell that these were very different 
from the last batch. In every one of these pictures, 
Lily was in some stage of nudity.

That was the first time I felt an erection growing over 
my cousin, the beginning of my becoming a pedophile. I 
probably should have closed the window and called her 
parents, but instead, I accidentally clicked on the 
first image to see it in a larger size.

I'll remember that first one forever. It was a close-up 
of her pussy, framed by her hands. She'd used the thumb 
and forefinger of each hand to make half the outline of 
a heart. In the center was a beautiful hairless slit.
 
Maybe it was because that was all you could see in the 
picture that I didn't recoil. There was no little girl 
to make me cut off those thoughts, just a pussy in a 
hand-heart. I don't know why the sight of it affected me 
so much. It was beautiful, for a pussy, but when you got 
right down to it, it was just a narrow crevice with a 
teardrop shaped pink nub at the top. Nothing other than 
that hung out to make it distinctive, to give it 
character, but I was entranced all the same. 

I wouldn't have admitted it then, but maybe I was a 
little aroused by the taboo, knowing whose pussy it was 
and that I shouldn't be looking. Still, by appearance 
alone, it could have been anybody. Lots of people 
shaved. If somebody had given me just this picture and 
not told me it was my cousin, I'd have guessed it was a 
porn star, although a remarkably tight one, with tiny 
hands, and have become aroused.
 
I don't know how long I stared at her pussy before I 
clicked next. Time seemed to become rubbery. The next 
picture I saw had her standing naked, with her back to 
the camera. Her ass stood out, small but proud and 
happy. Lily looked proud too, she was grinning over her 
shoulder, like she knew she had a beautiful ass. And it 
was a beautiful ass, but I couldn't convince myself it 
was an adult's ass. It was too small and tight. Somehow, 
those characteristics made it perfect.

Like a man possessed, I slowly looked through every 
photograph in the folder, savored it. That night, I fell 
in love with Lily's body, the parts I'd never seen 
before. The ass was first. The first time I saw it I 
wanted to hold it in my hands and never let go. It was 
sublime, whether seen in its full glory, totally nude, 
or just over her pants as she mooned the camera, or 
poking out beneath a skirt with no underwear. 

I fell in love with her pussy second. Even though I saw 
it first, I was too in shock, too confused about my own 
feelings to really think about it, to crave it, right 
away, but as I saw more of it, as I saw one picture in a 
later folder of her spreading the lips to see the pink 
hole inside, I began to love it, too, and have the 
impossible fantasies of touching, licking, inserting a 
finger, or even actually having sex with her.

The last of her private parts for me to come to love was 
her flat chest. I've always liked boobs. Normally, it's 
the first part of a girl I check out. Lily didn't have 
much in that department. They were, at their largest, 
tiny swells of flesh. She must have been taking photos 
for some time though, because in a few of them, she was 
so completely flat you couldn't be sure of her gender 
except for her hair and clothes. Her nipples were faded 
pink, nearly the color of the underlying skin, but they 
were certainly perky. I came to love them too, it just 
took a little longer, probably until I saw them in 
person. 

There must have been more than fifty images in that 
folder, all of which contained some form of nudity that 
would get me arrested just for looking. There were shots 
of her lifting her shirt casually, shots of her sitting 
topless at her computer, close-ups on nipples, pussy, or 
ass, with nothing else in the shot. There were pictures 
of her in a Halloween costume, as a devil girl, in red 
tights and skirt, a little devil-horns headband, and a 
plastic pitchfork. Album '1' had a picture of that too, 
but in album '2', she took the requests of commenters 
and lifted the skirt, to show that the little devil 
wasn't wearing any panties, in two pictures, one 
highlighting the front, one showcasing the back. It was 
the latter where I, virtually unconsciously, unzipped my 
pants to let my straining cock come free, although I 
didn't start to touch it yet. 

Most of the shots had her wearing some clothing, like it 
was a prop with which she could flash, moon, or tease, 
but there were also several total nudes, where Lily 
showed everything she had without any seeming hint of 
shame. 

That was the most stunning thing to me, the absolute 
confidence. My only girlfriend, in high school, never 
even let me see her nude, much less be willing to 
distribute pictures of herself wearing only a smile. 
Lily almost always had a smile, except occasionally when 
it was replaced with a coquettish faux-pout or other 
similarly posed expression. The smiles never seem posed 
though, they seemed natural, like she was doing 
something she loved. 

When I got to the end of album 2, there was no doubt 
that I was moving on to the third album, although I 
still told myself it was me being protective. 

It was as though Lily had a firm idea of escalation. Her 
first album had shots that could be considered sexy, if 
you liked little girls, but not actually indecent. The 
second had nudes and poses, but nothing explicitly 
sexual. 

The third kicked it up one more notch. There were fewer 
pictures, but everyone had her doing something sexual to 
herself. It was here that for the first time she spread 
her pussy lips, and I fell in love with that part of 
her. Those were the tamest of the batch though, her 
spreading her pussy wide, or likewise spreading her ass 
cheeks to display her butthole, or squeezing the flesh 
just around her nipple. The other pictures had her 
either rubbing herself, or sticking something inside her 
pussy. 

"Something" included her fingers, pens, a motorized 
toothbrush, a hairbrush, a banana, a cucumber, and some 
kind of bottle of hair spray or deodorant or something, 
I couldn't see the writing. She seemed to be able to 
handle them without much discomfort, and it was hard not 
to mentally compare them to my own dick. I didn't intend 
to, but I think it's instinctive. I was bigger than most 
of what she used, except maybe the cucumber, but all the 
evidence suggested she could handle me.

The picture where I finally broke to temptation and 
began masturbating was one of her lying in bed, her legs 
spread and pointed towards the camera. With one hand she 
spread her pussy, and the other was fingering her clit. 
That pose, although undeniably erotic, wasn't what did 
me in... it was the nails. She had multi-colored nails, 
a rainbow. A quick glance at the picture's info 
confirmed my guess. The photo was added only a few days 
ago, the day of my mother's birthday dinner. I began to 
imagine the quiet little girl I sat across from at 
dinner, masturbating. Had she done it before she left? 
Or maybe after we said our goodbyes, she went home and 
began to finger herself. What did she think about? 
Justin Bieber? One of the guys from Twilight? Could it 
possibly have been me?

It seemed impossible, but the thought was enough to get 
me to start on a slow stroke. As it was only a few days 
old, the image was near the end of the album, although 
there was another picture, ass facing the camera, with a 
marker sticking out of her asshole, that came after 
that. I began to cycle back through the images I'd 
already seen, to help complete the masturbatory act I'd 
started on, and I was nearly halfway through before I 
realized there was still one album left. I pulled my 
shirt up over my head so that it wouldn't drop down and 
get stained by my precum, then went back to the menu 
page and clicked on 'v'.

It was just what I'd needed. The 'v' stood for 'videos', 
apparently. Here I could watch my little cousin Lily 
doing much of what she did in album 3, but with motion 
and sound. With one hand, I attended to my dick, which 
was crying out for relief from the sweet torture of what 
I'd been seeing and imagining, but slowly, just enough 
to keep feeling good without pushing for completion. 
With my other hand, I quickly looked through the videos, 
tasting a few seconds of each while deciding on one to 
blow my load to. 

One just started with her dancing, completely naked, to 
a song, and as endearing as it was, I wanted something 
harder. The next had her putting her electric toothbrush 
to her slit and turning it on, making moans and squeals 
of pleasure that could be heard over the buzzing, as she 
doubled over in pleasure. I considered that a maybe, and 
moved on. There was what looked like a masturbation 
session with a hairbrush, and I almost stopped there, 
but I really wanted to get a quick look at all of them 
and then masturbate to the very best. If I was going 
damn myself, I might as well do it to something really 
good.

The one I settled on was the newest one, because she was 
not only wearing the same dark top and red skirt combo 
from the weekend, but also sported the rainbow 
fingernails. It cemented the video in time for me. I 
wondered if she took the image in the prior folder as a 
screen capture directly from the video, or if she did it 
separately. In either event, it was from the same 
camera.

The video was so much better than the still image. I 
guess that should go without saying, but, as hot as the 
image was, I was unprepared for how much better it was 
when I could see her moving around. She started out 
fully clothed, seated in her computer chair, and the 
camera pulled up close to her face. Her mouth opened, 
lips pulled back, and she let her tongue escape. It 
curled upward so I could see the underside, and then 
swept across her teeth and braces sensuously, just the 
tip grazing the bottom lip. Immediately after the full 
sweep, she bit down on one corner of her bottom lip. 

It was probably the most erotic expression I'd ever seen 
on a woman, and it was on my twelve-year-old cousin. 
That thought just about did me in. It was like somebody 
had poured in pure, liquid sex appeal in a vessel that 
was far too small to contain it, and it was now oozing 
out with every motion. She repeated the tongue-tease 
trick, and it was just as hot the second time. 

After that, she pulled back, readjusted the camera, and 
then spread her legs as far apart as they would go, and 
pulled the skirt back over her top. Her panties were now 
centered directly on the camera, pink ones with a little 
red heart in the center. 

The panties were tight, so tight you could see the 
impression of her mound through them. One hand reached 
down to the front of the panties, and slowly began to 
stroke one finger, with a gaudy orange nail, down the 
center of the heart, making a little indentation into 
her slit. Again and again she stroked, sometimes pushing 
the fabric into her crack, at others trailing around the 
edge of her vulva. Soon I could make out, or imagine, a 
dark spot at the bottom of the slit where it was 
starting to get wet.

After about a minute of this lazy stroking on the 
outside of her underwear, she pulled it down slightly, 
to a point where you could see hair but not slit, if she 
had hair to see, but instead of pulling it down further, 
she slipped her hand beneath the waistband. The panties 
bulged outward as her hand flexed and she rubbed herself 
underneath a thin layer of cotton. There was no hiding 
what she was doing, but the fact that you couldn't 
actually see it, made the act seem dirtier. She breathed 
out deeply and regularly as she pleasured herself under 
her stretched-out panties, and occasionally her hand 
would drag the top of her panties down, dangerously 
close to exposing what I most wanted to see. 

She withdrew entirely at one point, and then leaned 
forward, almost doubling over, so her face would be in 
frame and give me a look at her raising one finger to 
her mouth, and putting it inside. After one long suck on 
the digit, her lips clinging tightly, seemingly 
reluctant to let go, she returned to fingering herself 
under cover.

Finally, after another minute, she withdrew her hand 
from under her underwear, and instead of pulling it 
down, pulled the crotch to the side, revealing that 
beautiful vertical smile through one of her leg holes. 
It looked a little wider, with more prominent pink in 
the middle than some of the still pictures showed, and 
the area around the slit seemed to have a trace of red, 
like a blush. 

While one hand kept the panties from slipping back where 
they belonged, she used the other to masturbate, openly. 
At first she just spread the lips, and stroked the 
center with a finger, just as she'd done when the 
underwear was in the way, but she escalated rapidly, and 
pretty soon she was massaging her vulva hurriedly, or 
dipping her fingers in the wetness gathered at her slit 
and rubbing it around. Her deep breathing turned into 
little whimpers of pleasure. The whimpers then gave way 
to whispers of, "Oh yeah," and "mmm" sounds, and by that 
time, my own hand was steadily pumping up and down, 
faster and faster, heedless of how wrong what I was 
doing was. 

Her pace was increasing just as mine was, but I advanced 
the video a little because I doubted I could hold out as 
long as she did. As the progress bar jumped, suddenly 
Lily was bucking her hips slowly while letting out a 
little squeal. 

It sent me over the edge, and I felt that slow but 
unstoppable increase of pleasure and pressure. Just 
before it reached its peak, Lily grabbed the camera, 
and, still taking deep breaths, centered it on her 
smiling flushed face, and it was to that sight that I 
finally exploded, spurting up a volcano of cum on 
myself. 

On screen, Lily raised one of the fingers that was 
inside her to her lips, and licked it. "I hope you 
enjoyed that," she said breathily, still almost 
whispering, and then blew a kiss. She waved, wiggling 
her fingers, and the video ended.

I had enjoyed it, and I had the mess to prove it. I 
hadn't intended to masturbate, so I hadn't prepared in 
advance and got tissues. It was all over me my stomach. 

The guilt and shame hit me then, before my seed even had 
time to dry. I'd just masturbated to my cousin. If that 
wasn't wrong enough, she was only twelve, not even a 
teenager. That made me a pedophile, I supposed. That was 
a surprise, I never thought of myself as one before. 

I recoiled against the thought as soon as I had it. I 
didn't want to be a pedophile, so therefore I wasn't. I 
was just caught in a weak moment. My mind was just 
tricked by seeing girly parts, when I hadn't masturbated 
since the night before, and I reacted like any man 
would. I didn't really want to do anything to Lily. At 
least, that's what I told myself.

What I did want, and this was no self-deception, was to 
protect her. Even if I did enjoy what I saw, she was too 
young to be doing things like this... if there ever is a 
right age. Exposing yourself on the internet's just not 
a good idea. If she was doing this, who knew what else 
she was doing?

While I sat in post-orgasm lethargy, I looked through 
her Facebook page. To my dismay, she had over 200 
friends. I barely had 50, but then, access to child porn 
didn't come with my friendship. So two hundred people 
had all seen what I'd just seen. The comments on the 
pictures and videos were pretty vulgar and explicit 
about what they'd like to do to her, too. How long 
before one decided to make their dreams come true? She 
said the page was for friends only, so maybe some of 
them were schoolmates. For all I knew, little Lily was 
already the school mattress. 

But I was her cousin, and sometimes I felt a little like 
her brother... that meant I had to be responsible. She 
couldn't appreciate the kind of dangers she was getting 
into. As much as I wanted to be the cool cousin, who 
wouldn't try to talk down to her like her parents did, 
it was the right thing to do. If things worked out, I'd 
see her tomorrow. I decided I'd to my best to have a 
heart-to-heart talk with her then.


Before I had my chance, I had to face one long sleepless 
night. I'd felt good about my decision, but still tossed 
and turned over the method, wondering what I should say, 
and if maybe I should have just tackled it immediately, 
called her house, even though I'd promised not to tell 
her parents about her Facebook account. I didn't 
consider myself totally held to that promise in this 
situation, but I did feel I owed it to her to try to 
resolve it with her first, before involving anybody 
else. In the middle of the night, I second-guessed 
myself on that score dozens of times. 

Also keeping me awake were the unwelcome but arousing 
images that kept invading my head, memories of her 
photos and videos. I tried to resist, but I masturbated 
two more times that night, to thoughts of Lily, the 
first just to try to get to sleep, and the second when I 
woke up in the middle of the night to a dream of her 
ass. I considered it something of a moral victory that I 
did it in bed, to my memories and imagination, rather 
than dragging myself over to the computer, logging back 
onto Facebook and seeing it in living color like I 
wanted.


Chapter Three:

The next day I was a bit spaced out. Not only did I 
suffer from the lack of a good night's sleep, but I was 
also plagued by persistent worries about what I was 
going to say, and sudden, intrusive memories of my 
cousin's body. I went to class as usual, but my notes, 
usually pretty comprehensive, were just a few random 
points interspersed with doodles of asses. Luckily I'm 
not a skilled enough of an artist for anybody to guess 
the age of my mental model.

I met with Allison, although I almost forgot and, as it 
was, I showed up a few minutes late. I handed her the 
notes she'd asked for, but all prior thoughts of asking 
her to lunch or coffee had been abandoned. I knew I 
wouldn't be able to carry on a very stimulating 
conversation, so I just told her I had to run to a study 
group and got out of there, choosing instead to hide out 
under a stairwell and try to prepare my big lecture to 
my cousin.

By the time my last class ended, I had a little bit of a 
speech prepared, although I was continually revising it 
all through the ride home. In my head, it sounded pretty 
good, wise and sensitive, and heartfelt. As soon as I 
was let off the bus and walking down the street where I 
would usually meet Lily, my heart was racing and my 
palms were sweating, like I was about to give a 
presentation in front of hundreds of students, and what 
I'd prepared began to feel trite and mean and 
condescending and my mind raced to try to fix it. 

A steady stream of uniformed children passed me as I 
reached one end of the block her school was on, and 
whenever I saw one in a skirt, I reflexively took a 
glance at their legs, imagining what delights they led 
up to, before chastising myself for the thought. What 
Lily had done to me had gone deeper than I expected. 

Suddenly, there she was, Lily, back to looking pure and 
innocent, laughing with a few other girls on the set of 
stairs leading to the front door. I inhaled deeply 
through my nose to gather courage, and walked right up 
to her. She saw me, smiled brightly, and said, "Oh, hi, 
Jack." She turned to her friends. "You guys know my 
cousin Jack, right?" 

I'd seen her friends before, but never paid them much 
notice, spoken to them, or been formally introduced. 
"Hi, Jack," they said in unison, and giggled. I wondered 
if they knew what Lily did, and that I'd just seen it. 

One added, "You know, it'd be really funny if you met a 
friend on a plane, and he said 'Hi, Jack!', and got 
arrested!" A few more giggles followed, but it sounded 
like they were laughing more to be polite than genuine 
mirth. 

I was a little flummoxed by facing a crowd, thrown off 
my stride, but after a few seconds of standing around, I 
said, "Hey, Lily, I kind of need to talk to you."

She tilted her head and looked up at me with an 
inscrutable expression, with just the hint of a smile 
behind it. "Oh, you do, huh?"

"Yeah."

"So, talk."

I looked around to the expectant gazes of her friends. 
"Ummm... it's kind of personal, I should probably talk 
to you alone."

There was a little, self-satisfied twinkle in her eye, 
but she said, "Okay." She nodded to her friends. "I 
guess I'll see you guys tomorrow."

They said their goodbyes, and Lily stepped over to where 
I'd drawn back to. It was time, and for all that I'd 
prepared my speech, somewhere in my last revision 
everything had gotten jumbled, and I was having trouble 
even starting. 

She didn't let me even do that. "So, should we go to 
your place?"

"What?"

"Well, you said whatever you wanted to talk to me about 
was personal, right? So we should go somewhere private, 
and you live nearby, right?" She shrugged, as though it 
didn't really matter. "Unless you want to talk about it 
here, where anybody could overhear. It doesn't really 
matter to me."

She had a point. There were lots of people walking down 
the street. Any conversation I had there I'd have to 
interrupt every time somebody came near. "Okay," I said. 

She grinned. "Cool, I always wondered where you lived, 
exactly. Did you eat lunch today?"

"Huh?"

"On Monday you said you skipped it."

"Oh. Uh, no, I didn't really have lunch," I said.

"Jack...." She stretched out my name like she was 
scolding me. "You shouldn't keep doing that. You need 
your energy."

"I had breakfast this time," I said defensively. How did 
it get to be where she was trying to set me on the right 
path, instead of the reverse?

"Hmph. I guess that's something." She kept up the 
conversation as we walked, talking about nothing very 
important, until we got to the building. She looked it 
up and down and asked, "What floor do you live on?"

"Sixth." I started to fish out my plastic building-
entrance keycard from my bookbag. 

As she waited, I noticed her rolling back and forth on 
her heels. "I always wanted to live up high," she said. 
As I opened the inner door, one of my neighbors came in 
the outer one. Lily held open the door for him, and we 
walked to the elevator together, and then rode up in an 
awkward silence. We got out first. "I really need to 
pee," Lily said suddenly, squeezing her legs together. 
"You don't mind, do you?"

"Uh, no, of course not." It would give me a few seconds 
to get back on script. At this point, I needed it. She 
didn't seem nervous... at least, no more than could be 
explained by needing to go to the washroom. But I'd 
expected she would have had some idea of what I wanted 
to talk to her about, and she didn't seem to be dreading 
the inevitable lecture. Maybe she didn't know what I'd 
seen... could she have forgotten what was on the 
account? Maybe she had two, and friended me on the wrong 
one? 

My apartment is just at the corner of the hall from the 
elevator. I unlocked the door and let us in, then 
pointed to the side. "Bathroom's right in there." It's a 
bachelor apartment, there's no need for directions other 
than pointing. 

She darted away and closed the door, and, in addition to 
rehearsing my mental script once more, I took the 
opportunity to put away my sofa-bed. The door opened as 
I was placing the cushions to turn it once more into a 
couch. "You're putting your bed away?"

"Yeah," I said. "I forgot this morning." In truth, it 
hadn't been put away for several days – unless I'm 
expecting company, I usually don't bother. 

"Oh," she said, and then sat down on the cushion. "So, 
what did you want to talk to me about?"

Here it was, the big moment, and the words weren't 
coming. I struggled for a few seconds of awkward 
silence, and then managed to spit out. "I saw the 
pictures you had on your Facebook." It came out a little 
more accusatory than I intended, but I was flustered. 

What happened next didn't help. Her lips parted into a 
wide smile, showing her teeth and the thin metal braces. 
"I wasn't sure, you didn't leave any comments. Did you 
like them? Which one was your favorite?"

How was I supposed to answer that? She was obviously 
eager for some kind of approval. "Lily, you're a very 
beautiful girl, but..." What was going to come next was, 
"You shouldn't be taking nude pictures of yourself like 
that."

Instead, she interrupted me before I got to 'but'. "Did 
you masturbate to them?"

It was so shocking to hear... I guess I still had the 
old Lily in my mind, the one I would have bet didn't 
even know what the word 'masturbate' meant. Even though 
I'd just watched her do it the other night. "What?"

"You know, jack off, fap, rub one out?" She curled her 
hands around an imaginary dick and shook it up and down 
for emphasis.

I couldn't exactly tell her the truth, but I wasn't very 
good at lying. "Why would you put something like that up 
on Facebook?"

"Because I want people to look. And I really like it 
when they jack off to me." She uncrossed her legs, 
holding her knees together with her palms, and looked 
back at me with a probing expression. "So, did you? Did 
you jack off, Jack?"

"Of course not."

She looked at me shrewdly. "Liar."

"Look, it's not right. You shouldn't be doing this."

"What, calling you a liar?"

"Exposing yourself on the Internet. You're too young for 
that."

"But I'm not too young for you to jack off to? That's 
not exactly fair."

"I didn't," I insisted, unconvincingly. "You ARE too 
young."

"I think there's only one way to settle this," she said. 
"You're going to have to show me your penis."

It startled me, like a slap across the face. "What?"

"Whip out your cock. I don't see any other girls here, 
so if it's hard, then it must be my fault, and obviously 
I'm not too young."

As much as I'd have liked to prove her wrong, the 
problem was, hearing her talk dirty, my dick was now 
well on its way to getting hard. I stood up. It was a 
calculated risk. If I remained seated, she almost 
certainly would have seen the growing bulge in my pants. 
Standing up risked making it more obvious, but at least 
I could be heading away from her and into the tiny 
hallway that passed for my kitchen. I could pretend to 
be getting a drink of water. "This is ridiculous," I 
said, walking away. "I'm not showing you my penis. This 
isn't about me, this is about you... stop changing the 
subject."

She stood and started to follow me. "You're the one 
changing the subject. Why can't you just admit you 
masturbated to me? Is it because I'm your cousin?"

"No!" I said, before realizing it could be 
misinterpreted. It was one of those classic "Have you 
stopped beating your wife?" type questions. 

She ignored the little slip, though, rather than 
pressing it. But then, she had a better advantage to 
press. "Is it really small or something? Cause I don't 
really care if it's small, I just want to see it."

It's amazing how, no matter how dangerous a conversation 
he's in, a guy will reflexively jump to defend his 
manhood. "It's not small," I insisted. 

"Then stop acting like you're gay and show me your dick! 
I don't see what the big deal is. You saw me totally 
naked." Then she bit her lip as she smiled, an 
expression that was at once innocent and naughty, and 
pulled up the tartan kilt of her school uniform with 
tantalizing slowness. "Or is that it? You want to see me 
again first?"

I tried not to look, but it seemed impossible. Somehow 
my gaze was drawn down. There, between the dark fabric 
raised above her waist and the white socks that extended 
above the knee, was an alluring expanse of bare flesh. 

"You're not wearing underwear." From this angle, I could 
only see the very top of her crack, but that was 
enough... I'd gone from semi-hard to rock hard, full 
length. 

"Aww, you noticed," she teased, and swayed her hips back 
and forth. Her feet were spread apart, so they couldn't 
sway very much, but all the same, the effect was 
hypnotic. 

My mouth seemed to be on autopilot, disconnected from 
every other part of me. "You went to school like that?"

She giggled. "I wish, but I don't think I could get away 
with it. I took off the undershorts in your bathroom." 
She swayed her hips again.

"Why?"

"When you brought me up here, I thought it was because 
you wanted to see it in person." She repositioned her 
arms so that her skirt could be held up while still 
leaving one hand free. With that done, she took a couple 
of nearly hopping steps towards me, grabbed my wrist, 
and said, "I was all excited. See how wet I got even 
thinking about it."

I didn't resist as she drew my hand between her legs, 
forcing me to stoop a little. Her hand was warm, but the 
flesh between her legs was hot. Hot and smooth, and wet. 

Her fingers forced mine to go deeper, rubbing through 
the slick, slimy bottom of her crack. There was a sharp, 
high-pitched gasp... I'm not sure if it was hers, or 
mine, or both. When she took her hand away, mine stayed. 

I didn't move much, just held her pussy in my hand. We 
stayed that way for several seconds, before she stood 
back, breaking my paralysis and letting my hand drop to 
my side. Her spell was further broken when she let her 
kilt fall back to mid-thigh. I still felt like I was in 
some kind of dream world, though, where all the laws of 
reason were suspended, because in any normal world, my 
twelve-year-old cousin would not be seducing me.

That's what it seemed like was happening, at that 
moment, anyway. I certainly wasn't trying to seduce her, 
but it seemed clear that something was going to 
happen... and a part of me just decided to let it 
happen. 

So, when Lily said, "Are you going to show me yours 
now?" I just did what seemed to come naturally in the 
crazy world I found myself... I nodded, and unzipped my 
pants. 

I watched her eyes as I pulled myself free of my boxers 
and just bobbed there. They widened, staring at it, and 
she grinned like she was both surprised and pleased. I 
was glad not to disappoint her... I was fully erect, and 
felt like I was bigger than I'd ever been before. 

With one fluid movement, she was taking a close up look. 
She'd fallen on her knees, skirt surrounding her like a 
flower's petals, and her face less than an inch from 
getting poked by the head. Her delicate hand reached up 
and surrounded the shaft. I groaned reflexively at the 
unexpected contact. "Wow," she said, and giggled. "I'm 
so glad it's not small. I was lying when I said it 
didn't matter."

I smiled a little too, for the first time since we 
entered my apartment. If it was a little strained, it 
was only because her hand on my dick was moving, very 
slightly, but even such small movements sent out waves 
of pleasure and arousal. 

"So, are you going to admit you jacked off to me now?"

"Yeah," I grunted.

"Good. I know you didn't want to tell me the truth, so I 
think your honesty deserves a reward." She looked down 
at the rigid piece of meat in her hand, and then leaned 
forward, opening her mouth. 

I sucked in a breath as I felt her tongue slide under 
the bottom of my penis, and her mouth close over the 
head. It was a wonder I didn't cum right then, or when 
her lips made a seal around me, one that moved up and 
down. 

"Oh, god," I said softly, bracing myself against the 
divider between my kitchen and the living-room/bedroom. 
I needed some kind of support, it just felt too amazing, 
and what happened just seemed so impossible that it 
helped to have something solid to remind me it was real. 
I looked down and saw my cousin's cheeks sunken in as 
she bobbed her head up and down, giving me a blowjob, 
proving that the act wasn't overhyped, reality did live 
up to fantasy. 

Yes, it was my first blowjob. My only girlfriend was 
back in high school, and she was, back then at least, a 
remarkable prude, and since we'd broken up I hadn't made 
a successful move on anybody. The closest I came was one 
girl at my first college party who started to give me a 
hand job before she passed out, drunk. I hadn't realized 
she was that far gone until she fell asleep on my 
shoulder, and when I did, I got out of there. I didn't 
want to do anything else with her for fear of a rape 
accusation. Later I learned she hooked up with another 
guy who was there when she woke up.

 That incident came to mind then, not because my cousin 
resembled the girl in any way, but because I had a 
similar epiphany of, "Oh shit, I could be accused of 
rape." No matter how much I protested that she came on 
to me, in the eyes of the law, Lily was underage, and 
any sexual contact was rape.

I had a moment of panic and fought back an urge to push 
her off me then. The damage was already done... pushing 
Lily away might just piss her off, and that couldn't be 
good for me no matter what. So, I let her suck me, 
although not without some amount of guilt. I watched at 
first, but it was a little disconcerting, Lily's eyes 
were open and on my face the whole time. She may not 
have been judging me, but they made me judge myself. So, 
after a minute or two of her sucking, I raised my head 
to the ceiling and closed my eyes, trying to imagine I 
was receiving some anonymous blowjob, rather than 
getting sucked off by my very underage cousin.

I wasn't very successful at that, but at least not 
having to look her in the eye eased the guilty feelings 
and I was more able to enjoy the sensations. She only 
went down about halfway on my shaft, but it was more 
than enough, and the feel of her lips and tongue felt 
wonderful, as though she was a natural, or had done it 
many times before. I suspected at that point it was the 
latter, but in the moment, enjoying the benefit of it, I 
didn't care so much. 

Soon, it felt like the walls of my cock were getting 
extra stiff, and there was a rising feeling, almost 
electric. I knew it wouldn't be long now. "I'm going to 
cum soon," I warned.

She made a noise of acknowledgement, a soft 'uh-huh' 
with my dick in her mouth that was at once innocent, 
like a kid talking with their mouth full, and vulgar. I 
couldn't take it anymore, and said, "I mean, like, 
now..."

Lily's lips drew back to the head and the electrical 
sensation I was feeling swept through my entire body, 
infusing it with pleasure. I squirted out a load, right 
in my cousin's mouth, and then another. After that, she 
pulled off to watch, holding it steady in her hand, 
pointed at her now closed lips. Another burst shot 
forth, landing on her face, and another, and another. 
After that it was just dribbles, but Lily put it back in 
her mouth for a few seconds and caught those.

I took some deep breaths as I came down from the climax. 
"Wow," I said.

She laughed. "Much better than jacking off to me, I 
bet."

It was true, but it made me feel like shit again. With 
my erection only a fading memory, guilt began to flood 
back into me. "Lily, I..."

Two of her fingers were playing with the mess left on 
her face. "Hold that thought," she said, and used her 
other hand to push herself into a standing position. "I 
need to use your bathroom again to wash up." 


Chapter Four:

I let her disappear into my bathroom, put my cock back 
in my boxers, zipped my pants up, and went to sit on my 
couch. While listening to the sound of water running 
through the closed door, I put my head in my hands and 
tried to think of a way out of the situation I was in. 
None presented themselves, at least while I lacked the 
ability to rewind time and make better choices. I was 
fucked. 

Eventually, the cushion beside me creaked as Lily 
flounced down on it. "Everything okay?"

"No," I said. "I shouldn't have let you do that."

"Why not?" she asked innocently. "It was fun, wasn't it? 
I liked it. I know you liked it."

"It's not right," I said. "Look, you're my cousin. I 
care about you. And you shouldn't be doing things like 
this."

"Things like what exactly?"

"Showing yourself on the Internet. Giving out blowjobs 
like they were nothing."

"I don't give out blowjobs like they're nothing," she 
said huffily. And now I'd offended her. Is there a worse 
state than fucked? "And so what if I show off on the 
Internet? I like showing myself off. I'm an 
exhibitionist."

She got off the couch, and I finally looked at her. Her 
easy smile was gone, now her jaw was set. She shook her 
head at me, and then bent down to put something in her 
bookbag. As she did, the back of her skirt rose up and 
gave me a glimpse of the bottom of her rounded ass. She 
still wasn't wearing anything under the kilt, although I 
could see the undershorts, retrieved from the bathroom, 
clutched in one hand. "Some people appreciate that."

"I'm trying to look out for you," I said.

"Did I ask you to?" She bent over once again, this time 
to put her underwear back on. She still didn't show any 
shame, but this time it wasn't like she was deliberately 
giving me a show, either. She was definitely upset 
though. "Whatever," she said curtly. "I need to be 
getting home."

I let her go without another word... I wanted to say 
something. Perversely, I wanted not only to apologize 
for upsetting her, demand that she stay and listen to me 
until she got it through her thick skull that it was bad 
for her to act like such a slut, but also to ask her to 
let me see her pussy again, close up. I wound up doing 
none of the above, I just let her go home.

I sat there for a while, but eventually hunger compelled 
me to get up and make some food, and once that was 
started and my inertia broken, I was lulled into other 
routines, and was able to resume my life as though it 
was any other Wednesday night. I watched TV, chatted 
half-heartedly with friends on the Internet, and even 
did a little homework for a class the next day. The only 
new wrinkle was that I went back on Lily's Facebook page 
later that night, looking through the images and 
masturbating to orgasm while imagining the feel of her 
hands and lips wrapped around my dick. Having memory to 
work with was far better than I wanted to admit.

After the act was done, I went through the rest of 
Lily's page again, wondering where she'd changed from 
that little girl I played hide and seek with, into this 
nympho. Her status updates seemed to reflect a little of 
both sides. She would post about her favorite bands or 
television shows, or complaining about school and how it 
was so unfair. She would type in text speak, with lots 
of "r" substituted for "are", smiley faces, and "LMAOs" 
over silly things or in response to other people's 
comments, some of which were innocent, some not. 
Occasionally, though, she would post a status update 
like, "so fucking horny, anyone wanna skype?" or one 
wondering about the sexual habits of cartoon characters, 
that seemed jarringly out of place. Her latest update 
read, "today didn't go like I hoped. =(. both good and 
bad, but kinda sad now. why do ppl have to bring u 
down?" 

Was that about me, I wondered? I felt a little ache over 
making her feel that way, and wanted to make it better. 
I moved the mouse over to click reply, hesitated, and 
decided not to. Maybe I was too self-centered, and 
something had happened at school. In any event, I didn't 
think I was ready for another conversation with Lily, 
even over Facebook. The last one I was in didn't turn 
out anything like I expected.

Thursday continued that trend of reflexive normalcy, at 
least at first. I was even able to take notes in class 
again, although my mind still wandered off to Lily an 
awful lot, both a cousinly concern for her well-being, 
and very uncousinly thoughts about her naked body. I 
didn't want to think the latter, but the images kept 
popping up at random times. 

Luckily, it was usually during class these thoughts 
would come, so nobody saw the erections and I could 
usually will my thoughts into other areas by the time I 
had to get up, but becoming regularly aroused and not 
being able to take care of it gets to you, so by the 
time I made it home, I went right to the computer and 
loaded up Facebook.

She must have just updated it earlier that evening. My 
feed told me she'd just added four new photos, and the 
previews of the first three were enough to fill me with 
dread. They were in a new folder, labeled '4'. The first 
was a side-on view of Lily, with my cock filling her 
little mouth. 

I could tell it was mine, just not by the member itself, 
but by what could be seen of the background... my window 
and the corner of a shelf. I hadn't even noticed she had 
a camera... she must have taken it on her phone while I 
had my eyes closed.

The other photos were taken in my bathroom, through the 
mirror, and featured Lily with my cum on her face. Two 
had her just posing proudly, showing it off like a badge 
of honor, and the third had her using her fingers to 
dangle a gooey strand into her waiting tongue. 

Fear and arousal competed briefly, but fear won out. It 
was bad enough that we'd done what we'd done, but she'd 
taken pictures, and if anybody ever found out, well, I 
was dead. I took a panicked look at the blowjob picture, 
half-expecting that I'd been "tagged" by name in it, 
but, to my relief, I hadn't. 

One of the little widgets told me Lily was online right 
that moment, so I started writing a message... then 
stopped. If Facebook found her page, and there was a 
police investigation, a message where I admitted being 
the one in the photo could be dug up and used against 
me... but I couldn't exactly let it slide.

So, I took a minute, pacing back and forth and composed 
a message I hoped would be neutral on that score. 
Finally, I came up with, "You have to remove those 
pictures right now. I can't believe you'd do something 
this bad... you should be ashamed of yourself." After 
debating with myself a minute about including a threat 
to tell her parents, and deciding against it, I sent it 
off. Instantly, I regretted saying anything. It was too 
harsh, and all my schemes to avoid somebody in the 
future figuring out I was in those pictures would be for 
nothing if she replied and made it clear anyway.

Still, I couldn't call back the message, it was already 
sent, and so I refreshed the page, waiting for a reply. 
It didn't come in the form I expected. At one point, 
when I refreshed, the page was almost gone, with just 
the ads, and the following line: "Lauren only shares 
some profile information with everyone. If you know 
Lauren, add her as a friend or send her a message." 

A quick check confirmed it, she removed me as a friend, 
and her entire page was Friends Only. 

I should have expected it, but I was stunned, even a 
little hurt. My cousin no longer considered me a friend. 
Worse, I'd have no way to know what she was doing on her 
site. She might be telling all her friends she gave her 
cousin a blowjob and that he was such a jerk after. She 
might be arranging meetings with them for orgies. I was 
locked out, so I'd never know.

I could have sent her a message, but thought that I 
might only make things worse. I didn't feel good about 
it, but I left things as they were, deciding that maybe 
I could see her the next day, apologize and somehow make 
it right.

It was another restless night. As I jerked my dick to 
get to sleep, I found myself, shamefully realizing that, 
now that I was no longer her friend, I might never see 
those photographs or videos again, and that it filled me 
with a deep, hollow sensation of loss. I should have 
saved them, but instead, I only had my memories... and 
those just didn't do the job, not that night, when 
worried thoughts would intrude on any fantasy I might 
develop (and all of them, both worries and fantasies, 
centered on Lily). I eventually just gave up and tried 
to sleep. Most of the night I was tossing and turning, 
with only a few snatches of sleep coming when I was too 
exhausted to think anything that would keep me awake.

The next day, I didn't see Lily at the usual place on 
the walk home from class. I looked for her, but once I 
passed by her school, I decided I must have missed her. 
Which I realized could mean bad luck, or it could mean 
that she was avoiding me. I hoped the former, but 
expected the latter, but it turned out I was completely 
wrong.

After I exited the elevator and as I turned the last 
corner to my apartment door, I saw a small form sitting 
on the ground, legs extended. There was a book on her 
lap, but she wasn't reading it, she was looking at me. 
She must have heard the elevator, or my footsteps, or my 
keys jingling as I got them ready. "Hi," Lily said 
weakly.

"Lily? What are you doing here? How did you even get 
in?" 

"Someone held the door open when they were going in." 
Figures. "I wanted to talk to you. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I stepped over her legs and started to 
unlock the door. She rose to her feet, and followed me 
inside. 

I waited for her to start. I didn't know what I was 
going to say, anyway. 

She took a few seconds of us staring at each other 
before she raised her chin and launched into her speech. 
"I know you think, like, I'm all bad, now, but I'm not. 
There are girls in my class who do way worse stuff than 
me." Her voice lowered, not quite into a whisper, but in 
a way that suggested she was betraying confidences. 
"Some of them even smoke."

I almost burst out laughing, it was so earnest and 
adorable, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Still, 
I couldn't keep a smirk off my face as I said, "Well, at 
least you aren't smoking."

She missed my sarcasm. "Right. I do well in school and 
I'm nice to everybody. I'm not a bad girl."

"I never said you were," I said. 

"Yes you did." Her voice seemed to be equal parts sad 
and angry.

"No... I said what you were doing was bad. And it is. 
I'm sorry about what I wrote. I was just freaked out 
about you putting those pictures up, maybe it came out a 
little harsher than I intended... but I wasn't wrong 
about that. You're doing a lot of stuff you shouldn't be 
doing."

"I am not," she whined.

"Yes, you are." I was beginning to feel more confident. 
"Showing sex pictures of yourself... giving guys 
blowjobs. That kind of thing is dangerous."

"Guys?" she said. "How many guys do you think I've done 
it to?"

"I don't know," I admitted. She had over two hundred 
friends, and most of them looked like they were guys, 
but that didn't mean she'd serviced all of them 
personally. If I was stupid enough to make a guess out 
loud, I'd have put it at ten or more.

"Just one," she said. "You."

I didn't believe it. It just literally didn't seem 
possible, I thought she had to be making it up. "Come 
on, Lily. You've got all those pictures up of yourself 
for all your friends to see... you gave me oral without 
me even asking, and you did it like a pro."

"That's cause I watched a lot of porn to learn how. And 
I only gave it to you because I thought you wanted it."

"So what, you give it to me just because you think I 
wanted it, but not to your friends? Come on, if a girl 
at my school posted pictures like you did, every guy 
would be bugging her twenty-four seven."

"No one at my school's seen those pictures," she said. 
"I'm not stupid. You're the only one I really know who 
has."

"Huh? But you said your page is for friends only."

"Yeah, but not in-person friends. Internet friends."

"Internet friends," I repeated.

"Right. You've got two types of friends. In-person 
friends, and Internet friends. In-person friends are 
great to have fun with, but you can't trust them to keep 
secrets. Internet friends don't really know you, so you 
can tell them anything." She smiled. "Or show them 
anything, and it's not a big deal. Even if they wanted 
to tell, they couldn't. And I'm not going to meet any of 
my Internet friends, everybody knows that's dangerous. 
Besides, I'm not a slut," she said. "I told you before, 
I'm an exhibitionist."

"See, you shouldn't even know that word."

"Why not? It's what I am. One of my internet friends 
explained it to me. It turns me on to have people 
watching me and getting turned on. Would you rather I be 
all ashamed of my body?" She grinned and gave me a 
sidelong look. "You've seen it, do I have anything to be 
ashamed of?"

She had me there. "Um, no. But there's a difference 
between being ashamed of it and letting hundreds of 
people see you masturbating on Facebook."

"Wow, exaggerate much? It's not hundreds of people."

"I checked, you have over two hundred friends. You don't 
think they all looked?"

She stared at me a moment like she was wondering how 
stupid I was. "Come on, don't you ever use the privacy 
settings? You can make it so only certain people get 
access. That's why I have them in separate folders. I 
used to have them all in one, but it was so irritating 
to edit all of them and let a new person in. So I 
reorganized, and now I have levels." She began to 
explain. "The first level is for everyone, just sexy 
shots of me. Folder 2 is for anything where I'm at least 
partly nude. I let about fifty people get that far. 
Folder three and videos, is for me masturbating or 
special requests. Only, like, twenty of my friends are 
at that level. And now folder 4 is for hardcore, but 
it's mostly the same list of people, except the newest 
ones I'm not sure of yet. The ones who've been with me a 
long time, I trust them." She saw me beginning to open 
my mouth on that front, and cut me off. "And your face 
never shows up in it, I wouldn't do that to you. I 
wouldn't ever tell anybody who it was, either."

I wanted to get back to that, but I decided I'd leave it 
alone for now. "Even if it's not two hundred... it's 
still not good, Lily. I mean, you don't know these guys, 
not really."

"I know enough. I'm careful. I never tell them anything 
about who I am or where I am. None of them even live in 
America." Except me. Which made me wonder, why did she 
invite me? Did she think I'd understand somehow? "They 
just like to see a girl being sexy, and, well, I am an 
exhibitionist, like I said."

Every time she used that word it just seemed wrong, like 
a kid in a business suit. "Look, Lily, you're a great 
kid. There's so much more to you than just you being 
sexy. I can't understand how a nice girl like you even 
gets into this."

She seemed to sober a little as I spoke, but then at my 
rhetorical question, she brightened. "Do you want to 
know? How I learned I was an exhibitionist? I can tell 
you."

I wasn't expecting it, but I was curious, and thought 
maybe if I knew more I could help her. Of course, the 
look in her eyes was similar to when she manipulated me 
into taking her here the other day. "Sure," I said 
uncertainly. 


Chapter Five:

She pulled me further into the apartment, towards my 
couch. I'd folded away my bed just in case I did run 
into her. "Sit," she said. I complied. She put her 
bookbag down, and the jacket portion of her uniform, and 
began pacing up and down the stretch of floor in front 
of the sofa as she began to relate the tale, with 
growing excitement. "See, it all started when I was at a 
sleepover. There were like eight girls there. Anyway, my 
friend had a webcam on her laptop, and we were bored and 
decided to check out ChatRoulette. You ever heard of 
it?"

I nodded. I'd tried it once when the news discovered it, 
hoping I might find a nice girl for some camsex, but 
found only dick after dick. "Yeah."

"Anyway, one of my friends heard that you could see lots 
of wieners there... that's what she called them, 
'wieners', and we thought it'd be funny. Sure enough the 
second person we saw was just jerking his dick." She 
mimed out the action, arching her back and thrusting her 
hips forward while gripping an imaginary cock and 
rubbing it back and forth. "I'd seen videos and stuff 
before but this was different, it was like live... I 
guess some of the other girls were the same because lots 
of us couldn't stop looking, we were crowding around the 
screen to get a look. Anyway, when we didn't 'Next' the 
guy right away, he stopped and started to type. He asked 
us to give him something to stroke it to, that we should 
show him our tits."

"And you did," I guessed.

"Well, a few girls wanted to, some said no way, but two 
of my friends, and I won't say who, agreed to do it, but 
only if everyone else promised not to ever tell anybody. 
So they pulled up their shirts." Once again, she began 
to act it out, pulling the white shirt of her school 
uniform, and the vest over it, upwards. I realized then 
why she was so eager to tell the story... she really was 
an exhibitionist and she wanted to give a show.

Maybe I could have stopped it if I said something right 
then, but once it her bare navel was exposed, my eyes 
were glued and I knew I couldn't resist letting her show 
me whatever she wanted. She did it slowly, like an 
expert tease, so that I could appreciate the very moment 
when her nipple finally slipped out from beneath the 
fabric as an event all its own, an event my dick swelled 
at. She held it just above the level of her nipple, 
before dropping it down and continuing. "Anyway, he 
really started jerking off again, and typing 'more', and 
another girl, not one of the original two, decided she'd 
do it too. They kept doing it again and again, laughing 
all the time, until he finally squirted. But before that 
they tried to get us to join in. And I really wanted to, 
but I was afraid, too. 'Cause I remembered just the last 
week, somebody had told her best friends about how her 
dad was in jail and it wasn't two days before it was all 
over the school. Sure enough, that's what happened, 
everybody knew who flashed the guy and who didn't. I 
still don't know who it was who told, but I did know who 
it wasn't..."

"You?" I supplied.

"Well, yeah. I know how to keep a secret." I certainly 
hoped that was the case. "But I mean the guy who asked 
us to flash. He didn't tell on us because he didn't know 
who we were. He 'Next'ed us as soon as he was done, I 
guess he was ashamed or something. Anyway, I couldn't 
get that night out of my head, it was so exciting, so 
bad, and I realized that if I was alone, I could try it 
out and no one would ever know. So one night Dad was out 
and Mom had one of her migraines, I got online and went 
on ChatRoulette again. At first I was too scared to do 
anything, I just watched the people, especially the 
dicks. It was so cool that they were willing to do that. 

"I got all warm and tingly watching. Finally, I decided 
I was ready for my first flash." She lifted her arms, 
pulled off the vest portion of her outfit entirely, and 
let it fall to the ground off one hand. Then, her hands 
worked on her buttons. "I got it so the camera could 
only see the bottom of my face and my shirt, and then I 
waited for the next person to ask me to flash. Some of 
the guys wanted me to before but I wasn't ready then, 
and I just panicked and hit 'Next'." The last button was 
opened, but the top was still draped over her, mostly 
closed. "This time, I waited. It wasn't one of the guys 
with the cameras on their dicks that did it, either, it 
was just some old guy with a beard. He asked me to open 
my shirt, and so I did." She demonstrated, pulling apart 
her blouse, showing me the full expanse of her torso. 
Her nipples seemed to jump out, erect, and maybe it was 
just from seeing them in person, but her breasts looked 
larger than I'd ever seen them. Still small and mostly 
flat, but with a perky roundness just developing that 
was alluring. 

She pulled the shirt closed again. "Of course, I just 
did it for a second, and then hit 'Next', but I felt so 
good, like I'd just drank three cups of coffee. So I 
tried again." Another flash. "And again." Another. "Then 
I decided to try flashing other parts." She turned her 
back to me and leaned forward, pulling up her skirt to 
reveal that beautiful little ass. Once again, she 
surprised me by not wearing anything under her skirt. 

Last time, she removed a pair of undershorts in my 
bathroom, but this time she hadn't stopped in there. I 
wondered, had she actually gone to school wearing 
nothing under the uniform kilt? It was a windy day, so 
she'd be risking sudden exposure on the street, but 
then, she might like that. Or had she removed them in 
the elevator, or the hallway while she was waiting for 
me? Imagining either option turned me on... but then, I 
was in the state where virtually anything would turn me 
on more. I longed to free my dick from my pants, to ask 
my cousin to repeat the act she'd done on Wednesday, but 
I was able to restrain myself, mainly by gripping the 
couch cushions behind me so that my hands couldn't move 
to my zipper.

"Showing my ass was fun, but it was nothing compared to 
when I showed my pussy for the first time." She turned 
to face me again, that confident grin still plastered on 
her face. Her eyes mostly remained locked on mine, 
although from time to time I thought they darted to my 
lap. "I chose a guy, he had a little French flag icon on 
his cam, so I knew he wasn't anywhere around me. So even 
though he saw my face I decided to let him be the first 
to see my pussy. He asked how old I was, and I told him 
that I was eleven." If true, that meant she'd been doing 
this for quite some time. "Then he said something about 
me being too young to be on here, and I stood on my 
chair, and pulled down my pants and panties." She wasn't 
wearing pants today, but to emphasize the point, the 
kilt lifted, and I once again got a good look at her 
pussy. My eyes couldn't leave it once it was exposed. 

"You should have seen his eyes bug out. He just stared 
for a few seconds, a little like you're doing, and then 
his hand went into his lap. I couldn't see, but I knew 
what he was doing, and it was so exciting. I mean, I 
made somebody do that. It was like I had a magic power 
to control people. I posed and showed him my ass too." 
She twirled at this, just long enough for me to see her 
behind once more. "He must have been watching for a 
minute when he suddenly disappeared. I don't think he 
left on purpose, cause his hands were busy, I think it 
must have been a glitch. 

"The next guy was some old guy, and my pussy was already 
showing, so I let him look. I could tell he liked it, 
just by his face, but then he pointed the camera down 
and started jacking off too. Pretty soon he was cumming, 
but then he started asking me questions, so I closed the 
window. I'd had enough for one day."

I wondered what would have happened if I stuck with 
ChatRoulette and had stumbled on my cousin flashing back 
then. Could I have turned her away from that path? Or 
would I have looked and asked to see more? "I thought 
you said you liked it."

"I did. I felt like I'd just run a lap in gym, and I was 
all flush, and warm and tingly down there like I'd never 
felt before. It was good, but I didn't want to overdo it 
and get stupid. But I really loved it. Just thinking 
about it later gave me that butterflies-in-the-stomach 
feel. I didn't really know how to masturbate then, but I 
squeezed my legs together a lot in bed thinking about 
it." The kilt dropped, and I could once again look her 
in the eye. "So I started doing it regularly, whenever I 
could get on the computer alone. Like I said, it was 
really exciting that I could get guys to jack off, even 
guys who didn't think they wanted to, who said I was too 
young. It made me feel, more alive than ever and, I 
don't know, special. Eventually, I ran into Serge." 

"Surge?" I said, thinking it was a screen name. 

"Yeah, Sergei. He's from Russia. He was the one who told 
me about exhibitionism. By this time I already had a 
system. I'd talk to people on ChatRoulette, or sometimes 
Omegle. I'd ask them where they were. If they were from 
America, I 'Next'ed them. I was too scared someone would 
be from nearby and recognize me. But if not, I'd talk to 
them and show them anything they asked me to... 
sometimes even if they didn't ask. Usually guys the ones 
who asked wanted to see my tummy first." She pulled open 
her shirt, just wide-enough to completely expose her 
stomach, but remaining technically decent, the fabric 
seeming to get stuck under her breasts, but only 
momentarily, as though they could be exposed any second. 

"I guess they were testing me, to see if I'd be willing. 
Then they'd ask to see my boobs." Her nipples made 
another appearance, but this time Lily went farther and 
pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the top drop 
to the ground. "By this time I was getting naked if they 
asked me." She slid the skirt down her legs and stepped 
out of it. She wasn't naked yet, though, there were 
still those long socks. Somehow that seemed even dirtier 
that she left them on. "Sometimes, I'd spread." One of 
her hands crept down her navel and to the little slit, 
where her fingers pried the lips apart and displayed the 
soft, pink, glistening interior. "I did all that to 
Serge, and he said I was quite the little exhibitionist. 
I had to ask him what he meant, and he told me, about 
how some special people get turned on from being 
watched... he asked me about how I felt and told me he 
could show me how to make it better. He taught me how to 
masturbate. Other guys had asked me to rub myself 
before, but I just thought it was part of the show, 
usually I did it once and then stopped." 

The fingers had stopped prying and now were digging, 
pushing that malleable flesh around, and making 
something of a wet shlicking sound. "I spent an hour 
talking to him, and I had my first real orgasm. He was 
so nice, too, he told me he had lots of ideas for how to 
make it better for me, so for the first time I wanted to 
keep talking to someone again. He gave me a link to a 
chat room, and then from there there was this Russian 
webcam site he set up for me, so I could broadcast for 
some of his friends, and I could see them all rubbing 
their dicks while they watched me do what they wanted."

Now my own urge to masturbate was tempered by a new 
desire... to find this Serge and kill him. "He even 
bought me a Skype account and an account on a proxy 
server so I could be safer and never be caught, even if 
I went on a public webcam site with hundreds of viewers. 
We moved to Facebook after his private webcam site got 
shut down, most of the friends there are people he 
recommended. I like it better this way, I get more of an 
audience. I barely go on ChatRoulette anymore, it's 
usually too boring just one on one, and they never see 
you again. It's more fun with people who, like, get 
addicted to seeing me, like Serge, who beg me to do 
stuff."

"I don't think this Serge guy is really that great a 
guy," I said. "He's been using you. He just wants to see 
you naked."

She pouted. "So what? He's seen it plenty. He's not 
using me. We're friends. We both get things we want. He 
gets to see me naked, I get an audience. I'm an 
exhibitionist, I NEED an audience."

I shook my head. "He's just convinced you of that."

She shook her head. "No, it's true. Do you know how much 
better it is masturbating when someone's watching? It's 
nowhere near as good when I'm alone. If I want to cum 
and I'm not online, I have to imagine that I'm making a 
video for somebody, or that somebody's watching and 
touching themselves." She looked at me. "Are you going 
to, or what? Cause I've been doing my best here to turn 
you on. If I didn't see your boner through your pants 
I'd be insulted."

"Why are you trying to turn me on?" I finally asked. 
It'd been on my mind forever. Clearly, she wanted to... 
she invited me to her site, and had to add me to the 
list of people with access to all the hardcore pictures. 
"I'm not some anonymous stranger like everybody else."

She bit her lip adorably. "Because I chose you. I 
decided I'm ready to have sex..." She took a step closer 
to me, putting her chest practically in my face. "And I 
want you to be the one to pop my cherries."

I turned my head away from that nipple, which stood out 
like a little bead on her skin. It seemed to take all of 
my strength and willpower to do it. "It's 'cherry', not 
'cherries'." 

I said it to point out that she was too young to have 
sex, since she didn't even know the proper term, but she 
corrected me, proving herself more worldly than I in 
that respect. "No, it's cherries. Girls have three. You 
already took my mouth cherry, but I still want to try 
actual sex, and anal." She edged even closer. If my head 
wasn't turned aside, I could be kissing that erect 
nipple. Down below, I felt like I was going to explode.

"Me?" I squeaked. "Why me?"

"Because I trust you. I know you won't tell anybody. And 
you have your own place, so we can do it all we want. 
And I always liked you. You never talked down to me." 
She paused. "Well, not until lately, anyway."

"I'm just trying to protect you," I mumbled.

"I know," she whispered. "So I was right to choose you, 
wasn't I? I know you want it, I know you've wanted me 
for a while." Where did she get that idea? It was only 
since seeing those pictures that I had any thoughts 
about that. She placed one hand on the bulge between my 
legs. My dick jerked, let out a little precum, making a 
small wet spot. If she touched much more, it would 
become a large wet spot. "You sure want me right now. 
And you're still refusing, because you want to protect 
me. But I'm telling you, my mind is made up. I want to 
have sex... so you can be my first and you can protect 
me, or I can find somebody else who might not care as 
much."

At some point, no matter your intentions, you reach a 
point when your urges win out. Maybe Jesus would be able 
to resist this level of temptation, but I was just a 
man. "Okay," I said, turning back towards her.

Her face just lit up when I looked at it. "Good!" she 
said, and took a step back. "How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" I cried, almost whined. She wasn't just an 
exhibitionist, she was a sadist. 

"Mom'll be missing me if I'm too late today," she 
explained. "Besides, I want it to be special and last a 
while. If we did it right now I think you'd blow right 
away." She giggled and looked down at my crotch again. 
"Tomorrow I can say I'm going to a friend's to study."

"But..." I nodded down to my crotch.

"Well, maybe you should have jacked off," she said 
teasingly. "Then you'd be done." I groaned a little, and 
she put on a theatrical sigh. "Okay, if you want, I'll 
stay naked and pose for you while you finish up. Aren't 
you lucky your cousin's an exhibitionist?"

If that was all I was going to get, at that point, I'd 
take it. I unzipped and hauled my dick free at least, 
provoking a feeling of relief that felt remarkably like 
I'd been trapped underwater and finally been able to 
take a breath. 

Lily began posing right away, stretching out as tall as 
she could, and turning, with one hand on her hip and 
another behind her head. She looked at me and poked her 
tongue out, curled upwards seductively, then ran it 
along her lip like she'd done in the video that first 
made me blow my load to her. 

I gathered a bit of the precum I'd been spewing out in 
my palm, then curled a fist around my shaft and stroked 
up and down slowly. I watched my cousin pose again. She 
was virtually completely naked, you'd think I'd get used 
to the sight, that there was nothing she else she could 
do that could get me any more aroused than I already 
was, but when she bent down at the waist and then gave 
me an upside-down look between her own legs while she 
clutched her ankles, it was like I'd found new peaks to 
rise to.

As I was getting close to shooting my wad, Lily joined 
me on the couch, but she sat on the far end, bent her 
knees and spread her legs wide apart, highlighting her 
pussy. At first it was just that, displaying it in 
various ways, running a finger casually up and down the 
slit, but before long that finger dug deeper and stayed 
longer, and soon she was masturbating with me, letting 
out little groans of excitement. 

It was a struggle not to get up and climb on top of her, 
every nerve in my body was screaming about how unfair it 
was that I'd have to wait until tomorrow... probably the 
only thing that stopped me from advancing the timetable, 
whether Lily wanted me to or not, was the knowledge that 
I was only seconds away from cumming. 

The pressure rose inside me and I stopped pumping and 
just held the base of my dick, feeling the slight, 
perhaps imaginary, bulge pass under my fingers on its 
way up to the head, the final signal before I spurted. I 
must have groaned, for right at that moment, Lily 
stopped masturbating and leaned forward with a grin on 
her face, watching as a jet of cum shot out. 

"I never get tired of seeing that," she said softly, 
when there was just a dribble of creamy white slime 
dribbling down towards hand. I just grunted something 
unintelligible. She continued to stare for a few more 
seconds, before abruptly hopping off the couch. "I 
should probably go home now."

I watched as she flounced over to her bag, retrieved her 
undershorts, then put them on, and began dressing once 
again like an average middle school girl. She washed her 
hands in my kitchen, and then got ready to go. 

As she gathered her things by the door, she said, "Oh, 
if you want to be on my friends list again, you can... 
but it would probably be safer if you make a fake 
account, too, maybe invest in a good proxy too." She 
named the one she used. "Just send me a message with the 
word, um... 'cherry' in it so I know it's you."

The mention of her Facebook broke me out of my post-
orgasm daze and reminded me. "About those pictures..."

"I'm not taking them down, Jack," she said defiantly. 
"They're mine, you're barely in them. Besides, 
everybody's already seen them."

I was drained, both physically and emotionally, and in 
no mood to fight, so I didn't press it. Maybe I'd get 
her to change her mind later. I shrugged. "So... see you 
tomorrow?" It seemed so absurdly nonchalant.

"I'm looking forward to it."

The sad thing was, so was I, even after I'd just cum, at 
a time when shame would usually set in. I still couldn't 
wait for the chance to pop a twelve-year-old's cherry. 
What was I becoming?


Chapter Six:


The next day, at around 10, I got a message on my new, 
fake, Facebook account. The message was from the only 
friend the account had, and it said simply, "I'm coming 
over now."

I'd been nervous on and off since Lily left my apartment 
last, but it returned with a vengeance upon reading 
that. I'm usually pretty calm about things, but if 
something was about to happen that you wanted incredibly 
badly, and it was also quite likely to fuck up your 
entire life, I don't think you'd do much better. I paced 
around my apartment, cleaning up things that had already 
been cleaned, checking and re-checking the fridge (I'd 
bought a variety or refreshments for before or after... 
it only seemed polite), and looking out the windows, 
wary of police cars. 

When the phone rang, I nearly jumped. "Hello?" I said 
cautiously into the receiver. 

"It's me." It was Lily's voice, a little tinny in the 
way that I'd become familiar with... it meant somebody 
was calling from the vestibule. I pressed the number to 
buzz her up, and then waited another agonizing three 
minutes until there was a soft knock at my door. 

There she was in the hallway. Unlike the last few times 
I'd seen her, she wasn't dressed in her school uniform. 
What she wore today was far more casual, a pink shirt 
tucked into a pair of jeans, and the ear buds of a music 
player tucked into her ears. She smiled and waved at me 
as soon as the door opened, and shut the music off. I 
let her in and we had that moment of silence again, 
before I said, "So, do you want something to drink or 
something?"

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe. What do you got?"

I opened the fridge and she leaned down beside me to 
look, before grabbing a bottle of fruit punch. "Ooh, my 
favorite." At least I'd done something right. 

"So, um, where does your mother think you are?"

"My friend Cindy's. You met her the other day." I 
wondered idly which of the girls I'd met on Wednesday 
flashed on ChatRoulette. "She lives three doors down. 
Mom wouldn't let me walk if it was any farther, even 
though I go farther than that to school." Lily popped 
the top off the juice and took a swig. 

"She's not liable to drop in and check, is she?"

"No, she's feeling another migraine coming so she went 
to go get a massage. Besides, they're not even home. I 
told her Cindy's mom was taking us to the mall, that 
should cover us."

"And what about your dad? Is he going to be worried?"

Lily shrugged. "Working." That's all she said, but she 
turned towards couch bed. "Shouldn't this be unfolded?" 
she suggested. 

"Yeah, I guess." I pulled the cushions off, threw them 
aside, and pulled out the bed while Lily watched with a 
detached interest, sipping fruit punch. 

When I was done, so was she, and she held the bottle out 
at arm's length. "Somewhere I should put this?"

"Yeah," I said, and took it from her, stepped into the 
little kitchen area, rinsed out the remainder, then 
deposited it in the little recycling bin near the door. 
I guess to some degree I was stalling, trying to put off 
the inevitable moment.

When I next turned around to look at Lily, her pants 
were down to her knees. Her shirt was already off, and 
if she had a bra on, it was long gone as well. She still 
wore a tiny pair of yellow panties, and a few animal-
shaped rubber bands around one wrist, but that was all 
she had above her knee. 

"That was fast," I said, far more calmly than I felt.

She grinned at me as she pulled one leg free from the 
jeans, then the other. "I've gotten good at stripping 
down and dressing really fast," she said. "But it's fun 
being naked. If I had my own place, I'd be naked all the 
time. Or almost naked, anyway. Maybe just panties so I 
still have something to tease with." She put her hand on 
her hips, then hooked her thumbs under the waistband, 
like she was ready to pull them down too. Instead, 
though, she tugged slightly upward on them, stretching 
them over her mound and giving her a little bit of a 
camel toe. "Do you like them?"

My throat was feeling suddenly dry. "Yeah."

"So we're going to need music, I guess. Do you mind if I 
use mine?" I shook my head numbly, and she bent down to 
her clothes pile to retrieve her mp3 player and went to 
my speakers. 

With a confidence that must have come from experience, 
she stared hooking it up to play through my sound 
system. For a moment, the crazy thought ran through my 
head, "Oh my god, I'm going to lose my virginity to 
Justin Bieber," but the music that came out either 
wasn't his, or was a one of his lesser-known songs. 
Either way, I didn't recognize it. It wasn't great, but 
it wasn't bad. 
 
Once she was done arranging the music, she turned back 
to me. "So, don't you think you should be naked too? Or 
are you shy about your body?" When I didn't answer, she 
rambled on. "I used to be that way, but if we're going 
to have sex you should probably get over it." She sat 
down on my bed and looked at me expectantly. 

I wouldn't exactly call myself body shy, but the 
situation was a little unusual. It was my cousin, after 
all. But I'd already committed to this course of action, 
so I had to undress. I took off my shirt first, then 
worked the button on my jeans, pulled them down, and 
stepped out of them. "There, I guess we're even." She 
still had her panties on, I still had my boxers. 

"Not for long," she said, then lay back on the bed and 
raised her legs in the air. Her panties went upwards 
along her thighs, exposing her ass and the hole of her 
pussy, before hooking around her knee and then 
disappearing off her feet. Lily tossed it, and then 
rolled on her side and as she casually removed her 
socks, she looked at me, particularly at my boxers.

I lowered them. My dick was hard, but not completely... 
big enough that it made what I hoped was an impressive 
sight as it dangled, but it didn't stand up and out at 
full attention, not yet. 

"See, you have a really good body, Jack," she said, 
inflating my ego. I knew I wasn't fat, but I didn't get 
as much exercise as I did in high school, so I was 
always a little concerned that I didn't look my best. "I 
knew you would. That's part of the reason I chose you to 
be my first."

Hearing her say that last line put the extra spring in 
my cock, and it bobbed up. It was actually a little 
embarrassing. "So, how exactly do you want to do this?" 
I said. "Do you have a particular position in mind?"

She shrugged. "You're the one with experience, you can 
decide if you want."

I could have just gone with that, but I didn't want to 
lie to her, even by omission. Even if the truth was a 
little embarrassing. "About that..." I started. She 
looked up. "I'm actually... um... I've never actually 
had sex before."

Her head visibly drew back, as though surprised. "You're 
bullshitting me."

"No," I insisted.

Her mouth hung open a moment. "But you had a girlfriend. 
For, like, years."

"She made, like, one of those chastity pledges."

"Ohhh," she said knowingly. "One of those. So you must 
have done anal, then, right? Everyone knows that doesn't 
count."

I shook my head. "I've never even had a blowjob until... 
Wednesday."

"Oh my god, you poor guy... That's just crazy." But 
surprise gradually changed into a look of quiet pride on 
her face, like she'd just realized she'd taken my 
blowjob cherry too. Suddenly, a thought seemed to strike 
her and she said, "You know, a lot of guys would just 
have cheated, and got some on the side."

My friends had suggested that, numerous times. But I 
really did love my ex, at the time. When she told me she 
wanted to break up because we were going to two 
different colleges and the long-distance thing wouldn't 
work, I was depressed for weeks. The worst of it is, it 
only took two months of college to turn her into 
something of a party-girl. While I didn't have proof 
she'd broken her chastity pledge, her own Facebook 
profile started to fill up with pictures of her drinking 
and hanging off random guys. I'd be surprised if I 
learned she was still a virgin. 

I could have cheated while we together, easily. There 
had been offers. Some were casual, from the obviously 
sluttier girls in class, and one serious one from my lab 
partner and friend. During an assignment we had to do at 
her place, she told me flat out that we could have sex 
all I wanted and she'd never tell. I turned her down, 
and by the time I was single again she was studying in 
Europe. Sometimes, looking back, and considering how 
things turned out with my ex, I wish I'd accepted one of 
those offers, but when it came right down to it I'm glad 
I remained loyal. I didn't want to be That Guy. "I guess 
I'm not most guys," I told Lily.

She nodded. "Good. I knew I made the right choice with 
you." Her voice went soft. "I hate cheaters." The words 
had an undertone of hurt behind them, and I wondered if 
maybe some other boy had broken her heart. Before I 
could ask, she continued, "In fact, that's one of my 
rules. I don't do private shows for anybody with a 
girlfriend or wife. I don't care if they look at the 
pictures, that's no different than porn, but if a guy 
and I are getting off together and I find out later he's 
got a girlfriend, he's banned forever." She looked up to 
me and said, "Enough about that. So we're both virgins. 
What do you say we fix that for both of us?"

I smiled a little. "Sure."

She patted the bed beside her. "Why don't you join me 
here?"

She rolled over, and I lay down in the spot she left, 
facing her. She reached out a tentative hand towards my 
cock, and when I didn't stop her, put her hand around it 
and stroked it softly. "So what do you want to do 
first?"

I thought about it. Actually, I'd thought extensively 
about it long before doing things with Lily ever became 
a possibility... that's what virgins do, think about 
sex. And I'd learned certain things from porn, from sex 
advice columns, from friends... I didn't want to be a 
selfish lover, foreplay was important, and there was one 
thing in particular. "I could lick you, down there, if 
you want," I suggested. "Get you ready."

Her answer surprised me. "No."

"No?" I repeated. I knew some girls were self-conscious 
about that, but I didn't think Lily would be one of 
those. She said she was an exhibitionist, and oral sex 
involves a lot of looking directly at her most intimate 
parts. 

She shook her head. "It's not that I don't want to. 
But... I want to save some things. For when I have a 
real boyfriend. That's one of them."

"Okay," I said. It was a little strange. Most people 
save sex for the boyfriend. "Anything else you want to 
save?"

"Kissing. I mean, on the lips. I mean, I'm sure that's 
not high on your list or anything, but I only want to 
kiss my boyfriend." She shrugged. "Other than that, I'm 
pretty open. You can finger me if you want, or suck on 
my nipples. Or we can just get right to the fucking. I 
think I'd personally prefer to get it over with, you 
know. So we don't have to be nervous anymore." She 
didn't seem nervous. Maybe she was picking up on my own 
anxieties. She continued, in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'm 
thinking we should do it with me on top, you on your 
back for the first time. You know, cowgirl style. That 
way you get the best view of me." I marveled again at 
the strangeness of it all... this young girl behaved as 
though she were much more an expert in sex than I was. 
Even though we were both virgins, it felt like she was 
here to teach me. 

"Okay," I said. "I, uh, got some condoms."

"Do we really need them?" she complained. "For our first 
time, I want to feel you... I want to feel what sex is 
really like. And if you're telling the truth about you 
being a virgin, it's not like we have to worry about 
diseases."

"What about... pregnancy? You know, you can get pregnant 
even on the first time."

"I know. But I'm safe," she insisted. "Please? For our 
first time?"

It wasn't very responsible of me, but I let her win that 
one. I didn't want a condom between us either. So I let 
out a reluctant breath and said "Okay."

"Good." She slid towards the side, giving me room to 
take up the center of the bed. "Get on your back."

I rolled over and lay there, nearly spread-eagle. I 
never pictured myself being this passive for my first 
time, but there I was, waiting for my young cousin to 
take the initiative. She climbed on top of me, and I 
felt the pleasant sensation of her weight on top of me. 
I wasn't inside her yet, she was straddling my hips and 
pinning my dick between her and my stomach. Then, she 
shifted her hips a touch and I felt a warm sliminess as 
her crack rubbed up against my shaft. It was surprising 
how slick she was. I've heard of girls getting wet. I'd 
even felt it once when Lily forced my hand to her pussy, 
but, maybe because I was still a little in shock at the 
time, it didn't really register how surprising it was. 
Now, as she slowly slid up and down what was normally 
the underside of my dick, it was like she was coating it 
with a layer of oil.

"I can't believe it," she marveled. "We're actually 
going to do it."

"Yeah," I said. I'm a lot less wordy, it seems, when I'm 
highly aroused. As good as it felt with her on me like 
that, I wanted her to raise up a foot so I could aim 
myself at her hole and get it over with... all the 
teasing was starting to kill me.

It was about to get worse, though, not better. She 
stopped moving and settled herself down on me. "Before 
we get started though we should really discuss the 
rules."

"Rules?" It was the first she mentioned anything about 
rules, and a fine time to do it. 

"If we're going to do this. Like, the first rule's 
obvious. No telling anyone we know. That means you can't 
tell my parents about my Facebook page either." I 
nodded, wanting to get the rules over with. "Rule two, 
no cheating on anybody. We can do this as long as we 
both enjoy it, but it stops if either of start dating 
somebody else."

"Fine," I said. It seemed like a remarkably mature 
attitude. 

"Rule three, you don't get to tell me what to do. You 
can give me advice if you're nice about it, but the only 
people who have any say in my life are my parents, and I 
don't always listen to them, and my boyfriend when I get 
one."

I nodded, hurriedly, barely even aware of what she was 
saying. It didn't seem to matter. By this point, since 
telling her parents was out of the question, offering 
advice was all I could do anyway. 

"Okay. Then we're just about ready to go. There's just 
one more thing." She hopped off me, and my dick sprang 
back up and seemed to jerk around as though, on its own, 
it was looking for a hole. But Lily was gone, off the 
bed. I turned to see her bend down at her clothes, and 
then turn back to me, clutching something in her hand. 
She bounced back on the bed, climbed on top again, and 
once more put my manhood in a tight squeeze between her 
body and mine. She put what she was holding on my chest.

It was a camera. "What..."

"You have to take pictures when I say," she explained. 
"For my page."

It was the hardest of all the things she asked. "But..."

She anticipated my objections, and rose to her defense. 
"It's my fetish," she said emphatically. "You want me to 
enjoy it, right? Well, thinking of all those people, 
looking at me later, jerking off, that makes me so hot." 
She resumed that slow, slimy slide back and forth. "It's 
not a big deal, it's friends only, remember? And your 
face won't ever be in any, I promise, just your dick." I 
didn't answer right away, just stared up at her. At 
first she was determined, but then an almost worried 
expression took over, like she didn't want me to say no. 
"If you won't," she added finally, "I'll choose someone 
else for my first time, someone who thinks about my 
sexual needs."

Or, more likely, who doesn't, who abuses her, maybe even 
rapes her after laughing at her request. If I were truly 
evil, I'd have done that already, as turned on as I was. 
If I was truly good, I'd have turned her down and talked 
to her parents, and damned be the consequences. But I'm 
somewhere in between, and in between the urgent pressure 
between my legs and the vulnerable look on her face, 
there was only one thing to do. I couldn't bear to 
disappoint her, and I couldn't resist her temptations. I 
picked up the camera. "Okay," I said.

That worried look shut off in a flash, and she smiled, 
and then launched into a quick explanation of how to 
work the camera. It wasn't really needed, it was pretty 
self-explanatory. After that, she instructed, "One just 
before we do it, and then one when you're in, those are 
the most important. After that, take what you want. Get 
as much of me as you can in the shot, though. Close-ups 
are nice once in a while, but they could be anybody, I 
want them seeing what I look like when I'm making... I 
mean having sex. Ready?"

I held the camera up close to my face and nodded. At the 
zoom level, I could see all of her in the little screen, 
as she raised up on her knees. She held my dick up in 
one hand and aimed it at her hole, as she looked forward 
expectantly, like she knew exactly what she was doing. I 
snapped the picture, more than anything else just so 
that we could start.

Finally, she began to drop down, and this time, instead 
of pinning my shaft, the head of my dick gently pushed 
apart the lips of her vulva, seemed to snag for an 
infinitesimal moment, then slipped into her hole. She 
slid downward with a soft groan... or maybe the groan 
was mine, it was hard to tell at that point. 

At first I was surprised, even a little disappointed 
that it went in so easily, there was no moment of sudden 
resistance once I'd entered the hole, just slow steady 
progress, but then I remembered... while she was a 
virgin, she had no physical cherry to pop. I'd seen 
pictures she'd posted with other things in there, things 
that would have torn a hymen to shreds.

As though reading my mind, once settled down and with me 
all the way inside her, she had a dreamy look on her 
face and said, "Oh, yeah, that feels much better than a 
cucumber." Any practice she had with other phallic 
objects still left her very tight though, it looked, and 
felt, like there was no room to spare.

I lifted the camera again, remembering her instruction 
to take another picture when we were all the way inside, 
but also because that expression on her face, that 
little upturned corner of her mouth in a satisfied 
smirk, like she'd just discovered a fun secret the whole 
world was doing its best to hide from her, it cried out 
to be preserved. After I did so, I decided to take a 
close-up of the place where our genitals met.

That seemed to inspire her to more energy, or maybe 
she'd just savored the moment enough. She started 
bouncing up and down, and although it felt incredible, I 
got my first disappointment of the night. The music in 
the background, which was hovering just below 
consciousness before, now insisted on my attention, as I 
heard the familiar, overplayed chorus, "Oh baby, baby, 
baby, ohhh.." At some point I hadn't noticed, the last 
song ended and Bieber had begun. I'd lost my virginity 
to a Justin Bieber song, and I'd now I'd have to 
remember it for the rest of my life.

It was a small price to pay. I guess if you're losing it 
to your twelve-year-old cousin, it might as well be to 
an insipid teen pop song, and it's not like I could ever 
tell anybody the real story anyway. I pushed the music 
out of my mind, and put the camera down, but within easy 
reach, as Lily continued to ride me. My hands slid up 
her legs to her waist and I helped direct her. She was 
light, I could lift her with hardly any effort. Hell, I 
could bounce her up and down like a ragdoll just by 
pumping my ass, and for a time, that seemed like what I 
was doing, although Lily's spirited and enthusiastic 
performance probably magnified the effect.

It was a performance, no doubt about that. She had her 
eyes open the entire time, watching me, making sure I 
was watching her, and her body and face moved in ways 
that looked like they were stolen right out of porn 
movies... biting her lip, putting her hands behind her 
head, chest and elbows thrust forward, or squeezing her 
breasts, or every so often she reaching one hand down to 
rub at her clit, at least until I helped do that for 
her. Most of all, she was vocal, repeating phrases like, 
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah," interspersed with the occasional 
"mmm" or "fuck me". The artifice behind it was obvious, 
especially when she held poses as soon as I lifted the 
camera, but that didn't stop it from being sexy as hell, 
maybe just because she was trying so hard. 

Underneath all that performance, though, I think she did 
enjoy it. It was damned strange, that her efforts to 
look like she was having a great time were covering up 
the evidence that she really was, but every so often I'd 
hear a catch in her breath that felt genuine, or a moan 
that was too convincing, because it was guttural and not 
something that you'd think sounded sexy unless you heard 
it breaking through in the moment. More than that, there 
was the way her body itself responded. You can fake 
moans and looks of bliss, but her nipples were tight, 
erect little points, and her pussy not only gripped me, 
it seemed to squeeze on me with a natural rhythm. That 
seemed to get more frequent when I took her picture, 
like she was thinking of other people looking at it 
later and it caused her pussy to spasm a little. 

I did take a few more pictures, partly to make her 
happy, but also to control the pace. If I thought I was 
getting close to cumming, I'd raise the camera and she'd 
slow down so I could get a clear shot, and I'd get a few 
seconds for the urge to pass. That trick didn't work 
very long, though... I soon reached a point when it 
didn't matter how slowly she moved, or even if she moved 
at all, the pleasure would continue to mount until it 
was too much to bear.

When that point came, Lily's cries of pleasure were 
growing higher in pitch, and, maybe it was just because 
of my own approaching climax, but at that moment I 
believed they were genuine. I groaned and closed my 
eyes, clutched the soft and pliable round of her ass, 
and pumped up and down for all my worth. She cried out 
sharply right as my balls exploded and I experienced a 
moment of bliss so perfect I was almost certain I would 
wake from it to find it was all a wet dream... but I 
didn't, I hung in that moment as several jets of what 
felt like pure energy squirted out of me, while I 
emptied myself into my cousin's womb.


Chapter Seven:

Suddenly I had to exhale... I'd been holding it in, as I 
always did while I came. That seemed to signal "the end" 
for Lily. She stopped moving and rolled off me, and 
began catching her own breath. "Wow," she said. "We are 
definitely doing that again." She turned to look at me 
and added, "Right?"

I nodded. "Not right away, though." 

She smiled at me. "But it was pretty good, right?"

"It was..." I was at a loss for words. "Incredible," I 
finished. It seemed like that description fell far 
short. 

"And hey, now we're not virgins." She propped herself up 
on one elbow and felt for something among the sheets. 
Finally, she found her camera. "And I have some great 
shots for my page." 

The page. I still didn't feel right about it, even if I 
got into taking the pictures in the moment, I knew it 
was a bad thing, a time bomb waiting to explode. Her 
friends page was full of perverts led by a Russian guy 
named Serge who had taken an innocent girl exploring her 
sexuality and brainwashed her into becoming masturbation 
fodder for God only knows who. I couldn't just let it 
be. 

While I tried to figure out how to broach the subject, 
Lily climbed off the bed and walked around, looking down 
at herself, at her pussy. Suddenly, she rose one leg and 
put her foot on the radiator near my window, and aimed 
the camera directly at her slit. I rolled on my side, 
instinctively pulling the covers over myself. "What are 
you doing?" Thankfully, my blinds were closed, as they 
almost always were. If they weren't, there was a chance 
somebody could see her through the window. 

"Taking the 'after' pictures," she explained patiently, 
as though I should have guessed. I probably should have. 
She massaged the flesh around her pussy, and complained, 
"I was hoping more of your cum would come out. You can 
barely see anything." It seemed to me that a lot 
actually had come out. I could see glistening along the 
top of her thighs, and there was certainly a puddle 
around my crotch that had flowed out as she slipped off. 
Maybe she was expecting more of the creamy white color. 
She snapped another picture, looked at it, and shrugged. 
"Next time can you pull out and squirt some of it on the 
outside?"

"Look, about these pictures?"

"You agreed," she said, a little pout on her face. "You 
don't get to tell me what to do."

"I'm just trying to give you some advice. This kind of 
thing can ruin your life... it can be dangerous. Not 
just for you, now."

"I'm not going to tell on you," she said. Her leg 
dropped back to the ground, but she stayed where she 
was, like she didn't want to look at me. 

"That's not what I'm worried about." At least, it wasn't 
all I was worried about. 

"I know there are risks, but I'm being careful. Anyway, 
you don't have to worry about me, you're not my 
boyfriend or anything."

"Maybe not, but I care about you, and I am worried. I 
don't want to see you get hurt."

"Yeah, well, just drop it, okay?" she said softly, even 
a little sadly. "I appreciate the advice but I've got 
this." Then her face brightened, and she said, "Do you 
mind if I grab another drink? Sex really does work up a 
thirst."

It was a transparent attempt to change the subject, but 
I let her have it for now. "Go ahead." How do you talk 
somebody out of a dangerous course when they're sure 
they're going to be okay? At least, how do you do it 
without sounding patronizing or condescending? I'm sure 
Lily wouldn't react well to that. 

She tottered off, still buck naked, into my little 
kitchen area, and returned with another fruit punch. 
"So, I was thinking," she said after her first sip. "We 
usually only ever see each other on Mondays, Wednesdays, 
or Fridays, right? I guess you're busy the other days?"

"I have late classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, yeah."

She nodded. "Okay. So how about this... on Mondays, 
Wednesdays, and Fridays, I'll just come here after 
school and wait for you. We can have some fun before I 
have to go home. I mean, I may not be able to come every 
time, but if I can, I'll come and wait for you outside 
your apartment."

"Okay," I agreed. My drained prick stirred briefly at 
the thought of having her three days a week. Then, I 
worried about neighbors seeing her. "Did anybody see you 
waiting when you were here Friday?"

She shook her head, and anticipated my worry. "But if 
anyone does, I'll just tell them you're my cousin, and 
that you're watching me after school." She grinned for a 
moment, and added, "I'll even act all sulky and 
disappointed." She put on a little half pout, and then 
went to put the bottle down on a table. Immediately 
after, she crawled back on the bed and towards me. "So, 
are you ready to go ahead for our second time?"

I groaned. "Almost. Maybe give it a few minutes." I 
probably could go right away, if I tried, but I wanted 
to be sure, I didn't want to suddenly go limp on her.

"Maybe I could give it a little help..." she offered. 
She pulled back the sheet and uncovered me once again as 
I got on my back. While I no longer had a full, rigid 
erection, I was definitely getting aroused again, I had 
some length and heft, but it was a little floppy. She 
grabbed it and wiggled it back and forth, almost hard 
enough to cause pain, but thankfully she stopped short 
of that. 

Instead, she shifted a little on the bed until she could 
pop about half of my penis in her mouth. There it grew 
as her lips formed a seal on it, and her eyes looked up 
at me over my belly. While it wasn't as tight as her 
hole, it was warm and the gentle suction felt wonderful. 
Suddenly, she let me drop out of her mouth. "Hold on," 
she said, and left the bed once more.

I should have guessed, she returned seconds later with 
her camera, which she'd left on my kitchen counter. She 
thrust the camera towards me as she got back in the same 
position and filled her mouth once more. When a girl's 
sucking your cock and wants you to take a picture, you 
take a picture. There's really no decision about it, at 
least not for me. 

After about half a minute of this, she seemed to 
suddenly get the idea to move her tongue, and that made 
it so much better. Soon I was almost as stiff as when I 
first saw her undress. She pulled off and asked, "Do you 
want me to keep sucking for a while? Or should we fuck 
again?"

Both options sounded good. "Which do you want?"

She spoke breathily, "I want your cock inside me again."

I guess that could have been a vote for either option, 
but I interpreted it in the way I thought she meant, 
which was also the option I preferred. I pulled myself 
into a seated position. "Okay then, but I don't want to 
be on the bottom this time."

She grinned and crawled on her hands and knees. "We 
showed off my front last time, we could do it doggy 
style this time, show off my ass." She wiggled it a 
little. "Or should we save that for anal?"

I've already mentioned that I was in love with the shape 
of her ass, above all her other parts, so the thought of 
taking her from behind, my fingers sinking into that 
tight but yielding flesh, was appealing as hell, but for 
some reason I hesitated. Maybe it was just a desire to 
save it for later. I'm also the kind of guy who eats the 
favorite parts of my meal last. Or maybe it was her 
mention of anal. I'm a little squeamish about it, 
despite all the hype, and if I was staring at her ass 
while fucking her, then it might be all I could think 
about. Whatever the reason, I said, "Nah, get on your 
back." 

Lily obliged immediately, rolling over and spreading her 
legs apart. I drew up close to her on the bed, face to 
face, close enough to kiss her on the lips if that 
wasn't against our rules. Although I didn't think of it 
consciously, I guess I had some idea of trying to take 
the exhibitionism aspect out of the equation, that sex 
could still be fun if I wasn't staring at her while we 
did it, if I wasn't ready to take pictures for others to 
see, if we just had our bodies pressed together and 
enjoyed the way it felt. 

She scooted backwards. Not a lot, and not like she was 
scared, but enough to rise and rest on her elbows, which 
made me also draw back. Whether her move was conscious 
or not, it, combined with the way her gaze was focused 
at where we would be joined, sent a message... viewing 
distance was important. I could have pressed forward 
again, she would have run out of bed eventually, but 
decided not to push my luck yet. Besides, my attention 
had been caught by her chest. The way she was, belly 
almost horizontal but upper torso inclining upwards, it 
gave her more of a hint of boobs. Not big ones, but the 
shape was there more than ever before. When she lay on 
her back, what she had seemed to melt away and she 
looked flat. 

I reached out with one hand to lay there, on that 
developing breast, and when I felt the smooth skin, felt 
compelled to give it a little squeeze. It was soft, 
yielding just a little before I felt her breastbone 
underneath, and an insane belief I might break her made 
me hold back from squeezing any harder. Lily didn't look 
hurt, she just smiled at me. My thumb drifted a little, 
until it found her nipple, sticking up.

I wondered how it would taste, and then realized I 
didn't have to wonder. She'd given me permission, at 
least for that. So I leaned down and gave it a little 
kiss, my tongue extended just to the edge of my lips. 
She shivered at the contact, although I wasn't cold, and 
I heard her inhale. The taste wasn't anything to speak 
of, a little like mild sweat, not unpleasant but nothing 
memorable either, but that soft gasp will remain with me 
always. I kissed along from one nipple to the other and 
let my hand drift down between her legs, where it was 
very wet, but I didn't get to enjoy her long before she 
giggled and said, "I thought we were going to fuck 
again..."

The way she said it, I had to take it as a hint, rather 
than just surprise. I guess she wanted to get right to 
it. I guess that's the dream of a lot of guys, a girl 
who has no interest in foreplay, but I was kind of 
enjoying the sensual tease. I think she liked what I was 
doing too, and I didn't understand why she'd want to cut 
it short, but I was pretty hard, so I was ready to 
indulge her. I repositioned myself so that my dick was 
once again poised at the slick entrance to her hole. She 
watched me slide the head up and down it, and then 
started looking around, and I realized she was looking 
for the camera.

With an unvoiced sigh in my head, I grabbed it from 
under a fold in the cover, and took a series of pictures 
as I entered. After that I concentrated less on 
photography and more on action, sliding in and out. Last 
time it was mostly her show, controlling the pace, but 
this time I led. I kept the camera clutched into one 
hand, mostly to reassure Lily that I might use it again, 
even though I didn't plan on taking any more pictures 
unless she asked. 

I took it slowly for the first few strokes, but then 
began steadily building in speed. It felt wonderful 
being inside her, not just the tightness and warmth, but 
also the sensation of... closeness. It was new, but it 
felt disturbingly normal... like it was the natural 
state for me, and I'd just been incomplete all my life 
before when I wasn't fucking her. I hadn't noticed it 
the first time, but this time, the sense of desperate 
urgency wasn't there and I could feel the connection 
between us.

The connection was physical, but not entirely emotional. 
The artificial nature of what we were doing could never 
be forgotten, and in fact was only further emphasized by 
Lily's porn-movie patter. This time around, her 
repetitions of, "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard, give 
it to me" were less charming and just reminded me of the 
thing that kept us apart... the Audience. It was like 
she couldn't just let go and enjoy it, she always had 
her Audience in the back of her mind. 

That was hammered home when, after about a minute or so 
of vigorous thrusting, her cries stopped and she said, 
more seriously, "Don't you think we should get this on 
video? Pictures don't really cut it, you know, for my 
friends?"

I slowed, almost to a stop. "I'm really not comfortable 
with that."

She frowned just a little and said, with a sigh in her 
voice, "Fine..." After a moment of disgruntled silence, 
she began moving into me again, and moaning, but the 
illusion, fragile as it was to begin with, was all but 
shattered. 

That inspired me to action. I really wanted her to enjoy 
this, at least as much as I did, and I figured I had two 
choices. Either I could give in to her demands and find 
out how to record video, or I could try to give her my 
very best. Of course, for somebody who was a virgin 
before that day, that was a tall order, but I wanted to 
try to break her of this exhibitionism thing, not feed 
into it. 

The only thing that came to mind, aside from simply 
being more energetic, was my earlier idea to try to push 
the closeness, the physical connection, the part that 
made the experience not just exciting but sublime. So, 
as I thrust, I also leaned into her, endeavoring to put 
as much of my skin in contact with as much of hers as I 
could, practically enveloping her, pinning her and 
putting my face a hair's breadth from hers. I could have 
kissed her, thought about it, but it was against the 
rules and might well freak her out, but our faces 
touched at the side. 

That position made thrusting a little slower... it was 
hard to get the leverage I needed, but it felt like I 
went deeper, too... probably just my imagination. The 
song playing in the background was better, at least, 
even if it was a cover I didn't recognize, probably by 
those kids from Glee or something.

Lily didn't respond quite how I imagined, her eyes 
closed and her porn-star cries started to slowly die 
down. For a moment I worried I might be hurting her, 
especially when I felt her shifting under me, like she 
was trying to get away, but her legs held me tight and I 
soon realized her hands were trying to find mine, and 
when one did, she squeezed it tight. By this point, her 
vocabulary had shrunk to the word "yes," repeated softly 
and infrequently. Finally she grew completely silent 
and, after a moment where her hole clenched around me in 
what felt like a vice grip, she slumped, like she'd 
turned into jelly. I still held her hand but I was doing 
most of the work. I continued thrusting, but more 
slowly, the pre-cumming sensation was creeping up on me, 
but I wanted to savor it. Cumming the second time in a 
row, nearly, the sensation is much less intense but 
longer lasting, and I hovered in a pleasant haze for 
almost a minute before I released into her. 

This time I had to roll away first, catching my breath. 
We were quiet for a long time, before I finally spoke. 
"You okay?" Maybe I had hurt her.

She nodded. "Yeah. Just... that was good." Her lips 
parted in a wide smile, showing teeth. 

I returned the smile. "The first time wasn't?"

"It was, but this was better. Like, loads better."

I had to ask. "You didn't have an orgasm the first time, 
did you?"

"No. It felt great, don't get me wrong, I mean I loved 
it, but..." She trailed off. "That second time, 
though... whew." 

I suppose if there was a good way to find out the girl 
you were with faked an orgasm it's because the second 
time you managed to give her a real one. "Well, I'm glad 
I could give you at least one. I mean, I got two."

"Girls don't cum as easily as guys," she said, as though 
passing down received wisdom from some sex education 
expert, or maybe just schoolgirl gossip. "It's not a 
competition. Besides, the first time got me most of the 
way there." Then she giggled. "But I'm glad I got one 
too." She bit her bottom lip a little, and it was a 
perfect moment until she spoiled it by adding, "You know 
what would have made it even better, though? If we did 
it on video."

I grimaced. "Lily..."

"I know, I know," she said. "You're not comfortable. But 
even if your face wasn't in it? It could be like P.O.V. 
Porn."

"I'd rather not."

"Yeah. I figured you'd say that," she said, as though 
resigned to it. Then she smiled. "But I'm going to keep 
trying to change your mind." She looked down at herself. 
"Shit, you forgot to leave some cum on the outside."

"Right," I said, looking down at her mound. "Sorry.'

"I guess we'll try to remember for next time. Or maybe 
the time after next time." I must have given her a 
puzzled expression, because she explained. "Well, next 
time, we have one more virginity to take care of. How 
long before you're ready again?"

My cousin was insatiable, it seemed. And a bit of a 
freak. "Today?" I let out an involuntary groan. "I don't 
know, half an hour at least, but..." I was going to 
suggest we put it off for another day, but she 
interrupted me again. 

"It's okay if you're not as big and hard as normally, 
that works better, right?"

"I guess so..."

"Okay, so, we have at least half an hour to kill... got 
anything to eat?"


Chapter Eight:

I made Lily a sandwich, and then, feeling self-conscious 
about the sweat I built up, took a quick shower while 
she ate. When I returned, I was dressed, and Lily was 
still naked, and looking out the window. The blinds were 
totally open. I instinctively panicked. "What are you 
doing?"

"Just checking out your view."

I moved quickly to try and nudge her out of the way. 
"Somebody might see you!"

She shrugged. "I am an exhibitionist, remember?"

"Yeah, and you're also twelve. You could get me in a lot 
of trouble."

"Relax, you know what the odds are of somebody looking?" 

If I was more rational, I'd have had to agree it was 
pretty unlikely. My window looked out over a bunch of 
low buildings, houses, stores, streets. It wasn't like 
somebody could be looking out their window and see her, 
they would have had to be in a distant building using a 
telescope, or nearby and looking up, and in either case, 
specifically at my window. Even then, they might not 
have been able to tell Lily was naked. But considering 
the consequences if I was wrong, I wasn't able to be 
rational. I closed the blinds quickly. "Too high."

"Nobody cares. Even if they saw me they'd just think I 
lived here or something and that they got a cheap 
thrill." She seemed more amused than anything else, 
though, and let me off the hook by heading towards my 
bathroom. "I should probably take a shower too, I'm sure 
it'll be better if I'm all squeaky clean." 

Unlike me, Lily left the bathroom door open, but my 
shower had one of those frosted doors. I couldn't really 
see anything unless she left that open too, and she 
didn't, probably because it would have gotten water 
everywhere. She's a good kid that way. 

Instead she kept up a conversation with me, a perfectly 
normal one, about college, what classes were like, what 
the girls were like, what they wore, broken up only 
occasionally with filthy interjections like, "I'm 
scrubbing my butthole so clean you could eat off it!" or 
"Wow, that's a lot of cum you gave me, it's still coming 
out!" I answered her questions as best as I could from 
the couch, and didn't know how to respond to the rest. 
Finally, she emerged, clean, rubbing a towel lightly 
through her hair but otherwise wearing nothing. The 
sight was no longer shocking, but with her hair wet and 
clinging to her head and back it made her look 
fantastic, like she was some kind of water nymph brought 
to life in my apartment. "So, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why'd you get dressed after your shower?" 

I looked down at myself, feeling a little silly. I 
wasn't completely dressed, but I did put on boxers. I 
did it without thinking, and she hadn't mentioned it 
when I first came out, so I'd forgotten about it. "I 
don't know, I guess I'm not as comfortable walking 
around naked as you are."

"If you ask me," she said simply, but not unkindly, 
"that's a character flaw."

I gave her an amused half-smile. "It is?" 

"Of course it is. You've got a good body, and a cute 
cock..." I tried not to be offended. I think she meant 
that in the most positive of ways, but 'cute' is not the 
description guys like applied to their dicks. At least 
she saw having sex with your underage cousin to be less 
of a character flaw than putting clothes on 
unnecessarily. "So why be ashamed of it? Just a load of 
guilt for nothing. You should show it off."

"I'm not the exhibitionist here."

"Not yet, but we can work on that. And we're not exactly 
in public. I have seen it before, and I'm going to see 
it again, right?" I nodded. "So? What do you say?"

"Say?"

She pounced up on the bed beside me, waving her butt 
next to my face. "Ready to take those off and find out 
what anal's like?" 

She did have a very cute butt, and seeing it wiggling 
like that made me smile and also breathed some new life 
in my penis. It swelled, a little more reluctantly than 
usual but enough to tell me it was ready to do the job. 

I stood and dropped the boxers and approached Lily from 
behind. "Pictures first, remember," she said. "Unless 
you want to go for video this time."

"I don't think so."

"Well it's one or the other." So I found where she'd 
left the camera and took some pictures that featured her 
ass, crawling around on her hands and knees looking 
seductive, and some where she spread her cheeks and 
showed off her butthole. It was a perfect little 
asterisk, just a shade darker than the surrounding 
flesh.

Next, I had one hand on her right butt cheek, pulling it 
to the side, and took a picture of that. It made a good 
picture, but for me, the joy was more in feeling that 
wondrous little buttock... if I squeezed hard enough I 
felt like I could feel the bone beneath, but I didn't 
care, what padding there was, was plenty enough for me. 

Lily wanted a picture immediately before, and 
immediately after, but we only got the one. As I 
approached her sphincter with my rod, I took the before 
picture with the head resting gently on the hole. 
"Okay," I said, and then something surprising happened. 
She tensed up. I could feel it in my left hand, still 
holding her ass cheek, as it suddenly went taut. 
"Relax," I said, and she did, but when I touched her 
anus again, she once again went stiff. It seemed her 
whole lower body was clenched. "Are you sure you want to 
do this?"

"Yes," she said. "Just do it."

"You're all tensed up, you've got to relax or it'll 
hurt."

"Well, it's going to hurt anyway, isn't it?"

"Not ideally, no..." But I was as new to this as she 
was. 

"It'll be fine, just go for it. Keep the camera ready."

I pushed forward again, felt her tense, and regardless, 
I kept pushing. I felt her asshole widen just a little 
as my head tried to penetrate, but then it suddenly 
started pushing closed, too tight to enter and it even 
hurt a little. "Ow, ow, ow," Lily said.

That practically killed my erection right there. "What?" 
I asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"A little. Did you go in?"

"No," I said, once again ignoring the unintentional 
insult. I'd hope if I went in, she'd know. "I barely 
touched you."

"Sorry," she said, and seemed like it. She took a deep 
breath, centered herself, and ordered, "Try again."

"You don't really seem like you're into this," I 
observed.

"I am," she said. "I want to do it. It's just..." I 
waited. "I've never had anything this big in there 
before." That was a better thing to say, in terms of my 
ego, than some of the other things.

"What's the biggest you've put in there?" I moved my 
thumb towards the hole, and she once again tightened up 
when I tried to push in, and I wasn't even pushing in 
very hard. 

"A Sharpie," she said. "I never managed to get up to the 
cucumber."

"And how did the Sharpie feel?"

"It hurt," she confessed. "But everything always hurts 
at first. Just go and do it, I'll push through." 

I tried once more with my thumb, and got her resistance 
once again. "If it hurt, why did you do it? Why did you 
let someone talk you in to doing that?" Maybe she 
thought she was preparing herself, but it might have 
done the opposite. I'd heard about a vicious cycle... 
the girl thinks it's going to hurt, so she becomes so 
tense and tight that it does hurt, and every time after 
that, she remembers the pain and can't relax, and it 
just keeps hurting and hurting. "No," I decided finally, 
before she could answer. "We're not doing it. No anal."

She looked back at me, locking eyes with me for the 
first time since I made the first attempt on her ass, a 
flash of anger across her face. "You can't tell me what 
to do, it's not like you're my boyfriend or anything."

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm saying I'm not 
doing it. I don't want to hurt you, so we're not doing 
this." Her expression changed, softened to something 
that was either disappointment or astonishment, or some 
combination of the two.

"But we were supposed to lose all our virginities to 
each other. And I wanted to have all the pictures." 

"Look, I'm not saying not ever... maybe somewhere down 
the line, with a lot of lube, we'll try it again, but 
not today." I had an inspiration, a way to package the 
idea of waiting in a way that she could understand. 
"Besides, anticipation's all part of the show, right? 
Why give them everything right away? Shouldn't you leave 
them wanting more?" 

She thought about it. "I guess." She sighed, but I think 
she was secretly relieved. "So if you're not going to 
fuck my ass today, what are we going to do about that?" 
She pointed at my hard-on.

So, we had normal vaginal sex again, albeit doggy style. 
It's sad and a little strange that it's possible to talk 
about fucking your twelve-year-old cousin like that, but 
for the third time in such a short period, it felt less 
like an exciting, life-changing experience, and a little 
like we were just going through the motions. Luckily 
that was just because I was drained, our subsequent 
experiences at lovemaking captured the magic again, but 
that time, it was perfunctory. I didn't make her cum 
this time, and my own climax wasn't very good, but I did 
manage to make Lily happy by remembering to pull out and 
squirt on her pussy... not that there was a lot to 
squirt, compared to usual. Still, she got her pictures.

She hung around a little after that, we watched some TV 
and then played video games for an hour (she's far 
better at Halo 3 than I'd have expected), but then she 
decided she should probably go. There was a part of me 
that didn't want her to, that wanted her to stay with me 
forever, but it was a silly, unrealistic part.

As I walked her to the door of my apartment, she 
suddenly turned and hugged me tightly, burying her face 
in my chest, and thanked me. "Thank you too," I said, a 
little too surprised by the sudden emotion to remember 
the old guideline about not thanking a girl for sex.

"I'll probably put the pictures up tonight," she said as 
she went through the door. "And I'll see you Monday."

Once she was gone, the bubble burst... that's probably 
why I wished she never would. I remembered that what I 
did was considered by virtually the entire world to be 
not just a crime, but one of the worst evils imaginable. 
It certainly didn't feel that way, but I couldn't ignore 
the thought or the guilt that came with it as I could, 
mostly, when she was there. 

Then of course, there was the fear, which steadily 
ratcheted up throughout the day as I awaited an angry 
phone call from her parents, who somehow sensed she had 
just sex and then subsequently got the whole story out 
of her, or for her to make a mistake while uploading 
that would identify me to her online 'friends', who 
would be eager to send an anonymous tip to the police 
out of sheer jealousy. Neither scenario came to pass. 
Her parents never found out, and Lily was pretty careful 
on her uploads and her comments. Lily never referred to 
me by name, only as her 'lover', which surprised me, but 
when you consider the alternatives, like 'fuckbuddy' or 
'friend with benefits', or the worst option, 'cousin'... 
I'd take it. It made me smile, actually, once I got used 
to it. 

There were a lot of comments on her newest batch of 
pictures. Some seemed angry or disappointed, like they 
were pissed off that they weren't the ones to do it and 
so wanted to make her feel bad, others actually tried to 
warn her against having too much sex, but most were 
supportive, I guess to encourage her to do more and 
provide them with more porn. The comments still served 
as something of an ego boost, though, because whenever 
somebody asked how it was, Lily was always positive and 
enthusiastic, saying things like, "It was so good, my 
lover made me cum so hard!" 

I didn't see anything that could identify me, either 
personally or in relation to herself, except a couple of 
the pictures showed a little too much of my apartment. I 
was paranoid for a little while that somebody who was 
familiar with it might be able to identify it if they 
saw one of the pictures, but, realistically, my place 
isn't very distinctive, and I don't have many guests. My 
mother might recognize it, if she could stand to look 
past the child porn and carefully inspect the 
surrounding decor. So pretty soon I calmed down to the 
steady, manageable level of fear of discovery I've lived 
with ever since I became a statutory rapist. 

It seemed like a moot point anyway, if I got caught, I'd 
just get what was coming to me, what part of me thought 
I deserved... I'd already committed the crime, and I 
wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. Once I'd tasted of 
the forbidden fruit, I knew I couldn't stop.


Chapter Nine:

After that day, I continued dining on forbidden fruit on 
a regular basis, usually having sex with my cousin at 
least three times a week. Our encounters after that 
first Saturday were usually briefer, taking place mostly 
on weekdays after school, but they were always fun, 
exciting, and satisfying, at least for me. Due to Lily's 
tendencies towards exhibitionism I always had some doubt 
about her orgasms, but I'm pretty sure I made her 
genuinely cum a few times in between the fake moaning 
and screams. 

There was always a little bit of tension between us, 
though, that went unstated. It was like we were in a 
tug-of-war, me trying to get her to tone down those 
exhibitionist tendencies, with the eventual goal of 
getting her to stop camwhoring on the Internet, and she 
trying to drag me over to the dark side, so to speak, 
with riskier sex and indulging her whims. My part didn't 
happen openly, of course... any time I tried to broach 
the subject directly, I was treated to the old "you 
can't tell me what to do, it's not like you're my 
boyfriend" speech, followed by a sulk, and sometimes her 
going home early leaving me horny and unsatisfied, but I 
tried to give her hints, here and there about the risks 
she was taking or the kind of people who were watching 
her. Lily was free to operate openly on her side of the 
struggle, and regularly pleaded with me to make videos.

It was clear Lily had the advantage, so it was no 
surprise she won the first few battles. I caved on 
making a video pretty early, in the first week. She'd 
been asking every time we did it, and I don't know about 
most men, but apparently I have a hard time refusing a 
girl I'm having sex with, or a little cousin, or both at 
once. 

When I finally gave in, I was naked from the waist down 
and Lily, for a change, was still fully clothed in her 
school-clothes. She'd started flirtily rubbing up 
against me once she got in the apartment, and then slid 
my pants down and gave every indication she was going to 
give me an awesome blowjob, although she had so far only 
held it in her hands and nuzzled it a little with the 
side of her face before saying, "Hey, you know what we 
should do?"

"What?"

"Make a video."

"Lily, you know I don't..."

"Shhh," she said to cut me off. "Come on, it'll be fun. 
It's not like anybody's going to see your face."

"Still..."

"Please Jack? I'll make it really, really, good," she 
said, giving me the look that defines the term puppy dog 
eyes. And let me tell you, how effective that look 
normally is, is nothing compared to how it looks when 
your rigid member is inches away from their face. I was 
about to give in anyway, when suddenly her look took a 
turn for the mischievous. "How much do you want a 
blowjob?" 

I could see what she was getting at, and even though it 
was fairly light in tone, I didn't want to set a 
precedent. "Now that's not fair..."

"No, what's not fair is me giving you what you want all 
the time when you're not willing to help me with this 
one little thing. I mean, I'm not trying to threaten 
you, but it's not like you're my boyfriend and I'd want 
to do it just to please you, this is supposed to be a 
deal that works for both of us, and if it doesn't..."

I sucked in a breath then let it out roughly. Precedent 
be damned, the thought of her ending our arrangement and 
maybe finding somebody else to indulge her fetishes was 
too terrifying to contemplate. "Fine," I said. "Just 
this once. Get your camera." 

She smiled, handed it to me, gave me a quick lesson on 
how to start it, and then got down on her knees again. 
After a moment's contemplation, she removed her top and 
cast it aside. "You starting?"

I nodded. "Just, before we do this... remember not to 
use my name or anything, okay?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Of course not. And you shouldn't 
use mine, either. Call me... 'baby', If you want."

I didn't plan on saying anything at all. In the back of 
my mind I still had this idea that one day everything on 
her site would be discovered and, if Lily was too 
stubborn to talk, the police would ask her parents to 
see if there was anything familiar about the man in the 
video. They might not recognize my naked body, but with 
my voice, there was a chance. 

When I gave her the signal that I'd started recording, 
she asked me, in what seemed to be a slightly higher-
pitched voice than she usually used, "Do you want me to 
suck your cock, baby?" I nodded and bobbed the camera 
along with my head, and she went to town on my dick, 
first a long lick along the underside, then opening her 
mouth and going down as far as she could, followed by 
pulling her head back slowly letting her lips drag along 
the entire length. It was much like how she started the 
first time she did it, in fact, but slower, or at least 
it seemed that way. After that she took her mouth off 
and began a series of lingering licks around the head. 
Once in a while she would pop it in her mouth and let it 
bulge out one of her cheeks, but soon it came out and 
she returned to using her tongue on the outside, all 
while making noises like she was enjoying a delicious 
meal. Eventually she shifted focus, and spent most of 
her time with at least the head in her mouth, and often 
much more, and only occasionally drew off to give the 
side a little lick. 

At one point, when bobbing down on my dick, I guess she 
went down too far and I hit her throat in a funny way, 
so she had to draw back suddenly, with a grimace on her 
face, and coughed. It didn't look very attractive but 
was probably the most sincere moment of the whole 
blowjob, and it only lasted a few seconds before she 
went back to work. 

I didn't want to speak, but I made a sound like "Uhh, 
uhh..." and tapped her on the head.

She got the message. "You going to cum, baby?" I nodded. 
She pulled off and arched her back. "You want to cum on 
my tits? Or my face?" She still had the bra on, so she 
didn't let me answer, just milked me with one hand and 
extended her tongue out right under the head of my 
penis, mouth wide open. When I exploded, moments later, 
most of it went on her tongue and into her mouth, though 
she closed up for the third or fourth jet so some of the 
creamy goo got on her face and chin. Lilly giggled, and 
when I was done, sucked me one more time, like she was 
cleaning me off, and then lay on the ground with a 
smile. I shut the video off. 

Lily excused herself to wash her face, and when she came 
back, asked, "Why didn't you say anything, during? It 
was like you were a statue!" That was an exaggeration, I 
did make sounds, but even they were quiet and 
restrained. I explained about fears of my voice being 
recognized, and she just shook her head and smiled. "You 
are such a worrywart." Still, she came up to me, gave me 
a hug, and said, "Thanks for giving me a video." I put 
my arms around her and we held it for a few seconds. 

I sensed that this might be crossing an unwanted 
boundary, so I pulled away and suggested we play some 
Halo for a while, while I recharged.

With the first video shot, it was harder to say no to 
subsequent ones. I tried to hold a hard line, but gave 
in, and a few days later, I held a camera on Lily while 
I fucked her in the missionary position. Later, I did 
her doggy-style in the same way. Holding the camera 
meant I only had one hand to hold her, which made it 
less fun for me, but I guess she made a good show for 
her friends, moaning as I thrust into her and 
practically screaming as she 'came'. I made her cum for 
real after the camera was shut off, with my fingers, 
although she was very close from the fucking.

The one thing we never got on video was anal, and that 
was because we only tried it one more time. Lily had 
been pushing it, telling me she wanted to try again, but 
I knew the truth... she didn't want to, her 'friends' 
wanted her to. I'd seen them requesting it. But Lily 
kept pestering me, telling me she'd been trying to relax 
and get more used to it, and so finally I told her I'd 
be willing to try, but not on video in case it hurt her. 

So, on the day we decided to do it, she got up on my 
bed, naked, and in pretty much the same position we 
tried last time. She looked back at me when there was a 
tearing sound, and asked, "What's that?"

"A condom," I said. "I hope you know what those are." We 
hadn't been using them... we should have, I know, but we 
hadn't gotten in the habit and Lily assured me she was 
safe, one of her friends helped her get birth control. 

"Yeah but, if neither of us have been with anybody 
else..." She looked angry for a moment. "You haven't, 
right?" 

"No!" I insisted. It was the truth. In fact, just 
recently I had been beating myself up a bit because I'd 
turned down a shot at a real relationship in favor of 
Lily. That girl, Allison asked me to coffee. It was a 
hell of a surprise, actually. Maybe it was because I'd 
been a little more distant to her, with my sexual urges 
no longer pushing me into the scent of desperation, and 
that intrigued her in a reverse psychology type of way, 
or maybe she wanted to date me all along and just got 
tired of waiting for me to ask. Either way, I thought it 
was just coffee, but then she suggested catching a 
movie, and that wasn't just coffee, that was a date.

A date with a pretty girl, my own age, who I could tell 
was interested in me... and all I could think of is that 
I made a promise to Lily, that if I started dating 
somebody, our 'thing', whatever it was, had to end. I 
didn't want that. So I told Allison "No," that I was 
"sort of" dating somebody. I chose a continued dangerous 
sexual affair with my underage exhibitionist cousin to 
what could be a stable relationship with somebody I 
could tell my friends and family about. What kind of 
person does that? 

A person like me. But I may be a lot of things, I 
wouldn't break my promise to Lily. Even if she didn't 
have total faith in me. "Are you sure?"

"I promise," I said. "I wouldn't do that to you."

She shrugged a little and looked away. "It's not like 
you're my boyfriend or anything, but we agreed..."

I cut her off. "I know," I said. "I haven't. I swear."

"So why the condom?"

I tossed the package to her while I tried to put it on. 
"It's extra lubricated. I just thought it would go 
easier." My first time putting on a condom, you might 
expect I had some difficulty... which is why it wasn't 
my first time, I'd practiced the day before, so I could 
avoid looking like an idiot. I think I managed that, 
although I was far from smooth. The condom was... smooth 
and very slick. 

My explanation seemed to satisfy her. "Oh, okay. But it 
would look better without it. The pictures, I mean." It 
wouldn't be video, but she wouldn't let me get away 
without taking still pictures.

"Humor me." I approached her again, now with a condom on 
and my shaft slippery. I rubbed it along her ass-crack 
to transfer some of the goo, and then poised my dick at 
the entrance to her hole.

She tensed again. "Lily," I said. "You have to relax. 
All the lube in the world won't help if you're tense."

"I am relaxed," she insisted. "Just do it. Fuck my ass. 
The lube will help it go in."

I wasn't sure, but she seemed so intent I was willing to 
try... there certainly was a lot of lube. As I began to 
push gently, I heard her suck in her breath, but she 
didn't complain, and slowly my cock began to pry open 
her asshole. I heard a grunt and paused. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said, with a strained voice. "Just keep 
going."

So I did. It was tight enough that it wasn't really 
pleasant for me, either... tightness is great, except 
when it's on the head of your dick and not the rest. 
Then it's uncomfortable. So I wanted to get my head 
fully past the sphincter for my sake. Before I could, 
though, she said, "Ow, ow, ow, ow..."

I drew back a little. "You okay?" I repeated.

"Ignore it, I'm fine, just keep going."

"We can try again some other time..."

"No, you pull out now and I'll kill you," she muttered. 
"We're getting this done. Go all the way in."

Against my better judgment, I did. The next approach was 
a little easier than the first, and finally I felt the 
ridge of my glans clear the border. By my definition, 
that meant I was inside, her anal virginity gone. "Oww," 
she said again, letting out a breath.

"It's in," I said. It was tight, but now it was a 
pleasant tightness, although her expression worked 
against my own excitement. 

"Okay," she said. "Just don't move, not yet." She grit 
her teeth, took a few more deep breaths. "Okay, try 
now."

I pushed in deeper, and although I thought it should 
have been easier, the hardest part over with, she once 
again made a cry of pain, and I couldn't take it any 
more. "Okay, that's it, I'm pulling out."

"You don't have to," she said, but I could tell from her 
face that she was still in pain. Even just staying where 
I was and not moving seemed to make her suffer. 

"I'm hurting you."

"It's okay. I'll survive."

"No, it's not okay. I'm pulling out." I just hoped that 
wouldn't hurt her more than putting it in, but I was 
already starting to wilt a little.

"Wait," she said. "First, take the picture."

I didn't want to, but I did, and she held still... we 
both did. The picture might look like I was fucking her 
ass, but we were posed and I still had just the tip in. 
I got some shots of that, and then put the camera down 
and slowly retreated. 

Going out was easier than coming in, but then it was 
designed to be an exit, not an entrance, and I wasn't 
exactly rock hard anymore. Once I was no longer inside 
her, she relaxed some, and Lily's breaths seemed less 
stilted. I sat down beside her and said, "I'm sorry, 
Lily. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She turned around and lounged on her side, like she 
didn't want to sit down directly on her bottom. "I asked 
you to. I'm sure next time it'll go easier. I won't make 
a peep, I promise."

That's when I made the decision, because I was sure that 
she'd do her best to keep that promise, even if I was 
hurting her, even if she really should tell me, she'd 
want to press on. "No. There won't be a next time."

"Don't say that," she said. "I promise, I'll be good."

I shook my head. "No, I'm putting my foot down. No anal 
sex."

"You don't get to make that decision, it's not like 
you're my boyfriend..."

"Yeah, but I'm still me, and I don't have to do anything 
I don't want to. You've got a rule about me licking your 
pussy, right?" She was saving it for her boyfriend, and 
we kept to that, although being denied it made me want 
to do it all the more. "Well, I've got a rule about anal 
sex. I'm not into it."

"But guys love anal sex."

"Some guys do, apparently I'm not one of them. I tried 
it, and once was enough for me. We popped your anal 
cherry at least. Are you going to try to force me to do 
something I know I don't like?" Technically she could, 
all she had to do was use blackmail, but I didn't think 
she would. 

I was right. "No," she said weakly. 

"Well, then that's that. I kind of get turned off by 
pain, and I'd rather fuck your pussy any day. Anal is 
overrated. To be honest, I never saw what the big deal 
was... I mean, when you think about it, it's kind of 
disgusting, people poop from there."

It got a giggle out of her, at least. "Okay," she said. 
"At least we got pictures of this time."

She didn't put up any more of a fuss about it, and 
although I was initially a little worried that she'd 
find somebody else to scratch that particular itch, some 
careful probing later convinced me not only that she'd 
hold to our deal and not do anything sexual with anybody 
else, but also that she was secretly relieved by my 
decision. She wouldn't admit it openly, but I could tell 
she didn't like it, she didn't want to do it, and she 
was happy to have the excuse not to... if not for her 
Audience suggesting they wanted pictures of it, she 
might not have tried it at all.

So, I suppose I won one battle there, her Audience got 
one short segment of anal sex pics and that's all they 
would ever get. 


Chapter Ten:

The next phase in our struggle over her exhibitionism 
was the one that would eventually lead to a big change 
in our relationship. Lily had a goal, one she didn't 
admit openly because she knew I'd just refuse... she 
wanted me to do her live, on camera, to an audience. 
Friends only, naturally, or at least that was what she 
had intended, although she tried to push me even farther 
than that, in the hopes that I'd compromise where she 
wanted. 

Although she'd tossed off the suggestion a few times 
before, the first time she seriously proposed it 
occurred at her house. One day, instead of meeting her 
at my apartment after school, she met me outside, on the 
way. This happened from time to time, and we'd walk to 
my place, but I didn't like it as it meant more people 
seeing us together and maybe becoming suspicious, so I 
often deliberately missed a bus just so I could be a few 
minutes behind schedule and Lily would wait for me at my 
door. This time, she was waiting for me, alone, 
thankfully, and when I was about to continue homeward, 
she tugged me on my arm and turned me around. "We're 
going to my house today."

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm not allowed to stay out after school today. 
So we'll just go to my place."

I didn't like that, not one bit. "Won't your parents 
be..."

She shook her head. "They won't even be there. Mom's got 
this thing, and Dad's been working late."

"So why do you have to be home?"

"Because Mom's going to call the house phone to make 
sure I'm there."

"What happened?"

She shrugged. "It's no big deal, we got in a fight, and 
she grounded me." She rolled her eyes. "She is so 
unfair."

"What did you fight about?" She shrugged and didn't 
answer, so I took the hint that she didn't want to talk 
about it, and went on to my more pressing concern. "What 
if they come home early?" How would I explain my 
presence there?

"Don't worry, I've got it covered. Unless they actually 
catch us in the act, we're safe."

I went along, but my stomach was starting to churn 
nervously... I already knew I was more worried about 
getting caught than she was. I don't think she wanted it 
to happen, and she probably was telling the truth when 
she said she didn't think it would, but the risk of it 
happening was a turn on for her. She once mentioned off-
handedly that it was a shame I didn't have a car, that 
way we could have sex out in public where anybody could 
stumble upon us. That one scared me, even though she 
later insisted she was joking.

Lily lived in a small, fully-detached house on a side-
street. There was a dog barking constantly as we 
approached. "Shut up," she hissed at it when we passed, 
and then explained that it was her next-door neighbor's, 
and that it was always barking. 

I'd been in their house before, but not often, or for a 
long time, and mostly I was familiar with the living 
room, kitchen, and foyer area. Lily immediately took me 
upstairs, where we I got to see her room, although of 
course I'd seen some of that in her Facebook pictures. 
Pink walls, popstar posters , a collection of stuffed 
animals on the dresser... it was like the quintessential 
young adolescent girl bedroom. Cute, but what do you say 
about it? I did notice that I could still hear the 
neighbor's dog barking in the distance. It must be 
maddening to live right next to that. 

She came up close to me, smiling, and whispered. "So, 
are you horny? Cause I am." My dick stiffened 
immediately, but there were other things on my mind. I 
interrupted her with them when she said, "Hey, do you 
know what might be fun?"

"Plenty," I said nervously. "But let's just make really 
sure nobody's home, okay?" 

Lily rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she did it, and 
led me through the house, shouting "Mom? Dad?" and even 
peeked into the master bedroom to salve my paranoia that 
her mom was taking a nap, sleeping off a migraine, but 
the house was empty. "Satisfied?"

"Well, not yet," I said, trying to waggle my eyebrows 
suggestively. She laughed, and we went back to her room.

Instead of going for the bed, though, she sat at her 
little desk with her computer and said, "I'm just going 
to check my messages."

It took a while. First she logged into her proxy and 
then her Facebook, and there she had a number of 
messages from her 'friends', many of her asking to go 
live or join them on Skype. I know because she read some 
of them out loud. It made me uncomfortable, a dull pain 
in the pit of my stomach as I remembered how dangerous 
her behavior was, not just for me, but for herself. I 
had a little debate with myself about whether this was a 
good time to try to convince her of that again, and get 
into an inevitable fight, when she said, "What do you 
say?"

"Huh?"

"Want to give these guys a little live show?"

"Uh, no." She pouted, put on the puppy-dog-look. 
"Absolutely not."

"Oh come on... I'll keep it friends only."

"You know I don't even like going on camera... and when 
it's live, it's much easier to accidentally get my face 
in the picture."

"Yeah, for like a second."

"If somebody's recording it, a second is all it takes."

She rolled her eyes at me. "But you're horny, right?"

"Yeah, but not that horny. I'll never be THAT horny." 
She frowned, but it was a very slight frown, and it 
looked like she had something else on her mind, so I 
tried to shut her down quickly. "Look, Lily, I'd like to 
have sex with you, but if you're going to try to say I 
have to do it live in front of them, or not at all, I'll 
just go home."

"Fine," she said. "You're lucky I'm horny too..." She 
smiled, and started taking off her top. 

"And don't even think about leaving the camera on 
without telling me." I realized instantly that I 
shouldn't have said it, because it could easily have 
given her the idea.

"I wouldn't do that," she said, then, as though to prove 
it, closed all her windows leaving just the desktop, 
which was of a castle like out of a fairy tale, and a 
music player, which she turned to the dreaded Bieber. I 
briefly wondered if maybe I should spend the energy I 
normally waste on trying to break her exhibitionist 
habit into getting her into some better music. Then 
again, at least his girly voice helped to cover up the 
dog barking.

We started to make love soon after, and, because I'd 
just disappointed her desire for exposure, I was 
determined to work extra hard at making her cum, 
starting with a lot of foreplay and rubbing her pussy, 
and then, when we finally got to fucking, doing it 
excitedly, close-up. 

We'd just got into a good rhythm when there was a loud 
bang, and we both looked up, first into each other's 
wide eyes, then to the door. "Shit," she said, but I was 
already pulling out. "Somebody's home."

The next minute or two was a mad scramble, I can barely 
remember what happened. We got dressed, I know that, had 
a brief, whispered discussion about it looking bad if we 
were caught in her room, and were on our way downstairs 
when we were caught, by her father who rounded the 
corner and was calling Lily's name. He was dressed like 
he'd just got off work, dark pants, a clean white shirt, 
red tie, and suit jacket slung over one arm.

He drew back a little in surprise upon seeing me, but 
didn't throw a punch so I guess he didn't suspect 
anything right away, but I was terrified he would at any 
moment. "What are you doing here?"

I repeated the word, "I" a few times, trying to come up 
with something, before Lily saved me.

"I ran into him on the way home," she said. "Someone at 
school was bothering me, and wouldn't leave me alone, so 
I asked Jack if he'd walk me home."

"Oh," he said, and turned to her, concerned. "Someone 
was bothering my little Lilypad? Nothing serious, I 
hope?"

Lily shook her head. "What are you doing home, anyway?"

Now he looked embarrassed. "Oh, I, well, I just stopped 
in for a few minutes, really, I have to get back to 
work." 

"Uh-huh," Lily said, like it was the answer she 
expected. 

"I really just came home to take a quick shower because 
the A/C at work was broken and I was getting kind of 
sweaty, and I wanted to change into a better shirt 
because the VP will be coming to our meeting later." He 
paused and then asked, "Why are you home? I thought you 
had Math Club?"

"I was grounded, remember."

"Yeah, I forgot... Why was that again?"

"I got in a fight with Mom."

"Right. Well, you should respect your mother." He 
checked his watch and said, "I really should get in that 
shower. Thanks for walking her home, Jack..."

I licked my impossibly dry-feeling lips and tried to say 
it was no trouble, but once again, Lily spoke instead. 
"I promised Jack we'd feed him. You know he eats mostly 
ramen and canned ravioli?"

He took a few steps upstairs, and then said, "Oh, sure, 
that sounds fine. Tell you what? Why don't you guys 
order a pizza or something. Or hey, sushi if you want, I 
know you like that, Lilypad. On me." He disappeared up 
the stairs and into his room, and I was finally able to 
release a breath. 

Lily didn't seem to be concerned, just disappointed. 
"Come on, at least we'll get something good to eat."

"That was close," I said, keeping my voice low.

"I told you I could handle it. Come on, what do you 
want?" She led me into the kitchen and pulled some fast 
food flyers off the top of the fridge.

"I don't know, sushi, if you want." I didn't really have 
an appetite. 

"I haven't been able to eat sushi since I got sick on it 
at my eleventh birthday." She frowned. "How about this?" 
She pulled up a flyer for a place, one of those small 
local ones that have a lot of different types of food. 
"We can get whatever we want." 

There were a lot of different choices. After a minute or 
two of looking the menu over, we heard a whine from 
upstairs, which almost made me jump, since I was still 
pretty jittery, but it was just the sound of the shower 
being turned on, and I was able to relax again. Finally, 
Lily made the call and ordered. She got something 
Indian, Chicken Korma or something like that, and I just 
went with the simplest choice, a burger and fries. 

Almost immediately after she hung up, the phone rang 
again. Yet again, I practically hit the ceiling. Lily 
picked it up. "Hello?" She frowned. "Hello?" she asked 
again, annoyance growing. She sighed. "Fuck off and die 
you fucking cunt," and hung up. I looked at her 
inquisitively... I'd hardly ever seen her so annoyed. In 
fact, normally, she was the sweetest person I knew. She 
shrugged meekly and muttered, "Fucking people call and 
don't say anything. I hate that."

"Probably just a wrong number," I said, and hoped 
internally that it wasn't something darker, someone 
who'd tracked down Lily from her Facebook posts and was 
now stalking her.

Lily shook her head, and then took me by the hand. "Come 
on, it'll be like forty minutes. Let's go into the den." 

I thought we were just going to kill time, watch some 
TV, but it was clear shortly after we sat down that she 
had other things on her mind. Her hand drifted to my 
crotch, and pulled down my zipper. "Lily," I whispered. 
"Your father's right upstairs."

"So?" she asked. "He's in the shower. We'll hear when it 
goes off. You didn't get to finish, so I'll just give 
you a quick blowjob."

"I really don't think you should," I said, but my cock, 
once freed, said something very different. It stood up 
and said "Yes," and that was the one Lily listened to.

There was no camera to play to this time, and we were 
pressed for time, so Lily didn't waste any. She took me 
right into her mouth right away and just sucked, her 
head going up and down as all my verbal arguments about 
why it was a bad idea went away. Instead, I tried to get 
the job done as quickly as possible, imagining fucking 
her... maybe she had infected me with her love of risk, 
because the knowledge of her father one floor above us 
kept popping into my head, and far from ruining the 
mood, it made it more exciting. 

It didn't take very long. I told her I was going to cum, 
and she kept her lips locked on my dick and sucked 
greedily as I pumped loads of sperm into her. She 
swallowed it as it came, every drop, leaving no 
suspicious mess, and then finally pulled off and put a 
breath mint in. "See? Now nobody will ever know."

It happened just in time, because her father's shower 
had ended right about when I was cumming... maybe it had 
even triggered that final explosion, although I was 
close enough regardless. When her Dad finally came down, 
in a new outfit, we were sitting far apart, watching TV. 

"Did you order?" When Lily answered with an affirmative 
noise, he asked "How much did it come to?"

She quoted a number that was about $20 more than it 
actually cost. Sneaky, but I guess I couldn't blame her. 
"So I guess you're heading off to work now or whatever," 
Lily said.

"Yeah, I probably should get going..." He looked down at 
Lily, then said, "Why don't you go get changed? There's 
no need to get your uniform more dirty than you have 
to." She'd already taken it off, but when we were 
scrambling to get dressed, it was easier for her to wear 
it again than to find something new. "Besides, I want to 
talk to Jack here."

That freaked me out, but I pretended not to notice he'd 
said anything. I just stared blank-faced at the TV. It's 
easy to do, even when you're scared you're about to be 
murdered for messing around with a guy's daughter.

Lily didn't share my concerns, just gave a disdainful 
roll of her eyes in her father's direction, and then 
stalked off upstairs. 

I was sure I was about to get busted, that he'd smelled 
pussy on my fingers or something, but instead, he said, 
"I just wanted to thank you again for watching out for 
her. This thing at school... is it serious? Some 
overeager punk annoying her?"

"Um, no," I lied, trying to think fast. A boy might lead 
to more questions. "I think it was just a falling out 
with some of her friends. She didn't really tell me much 
beyond that, though."

"Well, it's more than she'd tell me. She never tells me 
anything anymore." He shrugged a little, and checked his 
cell, maybe seeing if he had a message. "I guess that's 
just how it is with girls her age. It used to be she 
thought I hung the moon, now it's like I'm barely worth 
her time. Still, thanks for walking her home. Even if it 
was just for a free meal."

"It was nothing," I said. "I wasn't even going to stay 
for dinner, it's just that she insisted... wanted to 
show me her room too, that's why we were upstairs." 
Inside, I screamed at myself to shut up, I was giving 
too much information, trying to explain things that he 
hadn't realized were unusual, and it was going to make 
him suspicious. "Maybe it was because of the thing with 
her friend, she was feeling a little lonely."

"Listen, I know you probably have schoolwork and such, 
but do you mind sticking around here just till her 
mother gets home? I'd rather she not be alone. It'll 
probably only be a couple hours."

"Um, I don't know," I said. I think it's a good policy 
not to look too eager, for anything, in general. In this 
case, it was practically a survival instinct. "Don't you 
have, like, a sitter or something? Or a neighbor you 
could get?"

"I wouldn't know who to call, Kelly usually handles that 
sort of thing, I guess she thinks Lily's too old to need 
a sitter." He pulled out a fifty and handed it to me. 
"For your time?"

"I guess I could, so long as it's not too late..." I 
took the money. It felt a little surreal, considering 
what we were likely to be doing once he left.

"Don't tell her I paid you, just pretend you want to 
hang around." I nodded, and he relaxed, changing the 
topic. "So, how's college going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Believe you me, this is the best time of your life 
right now. When I was in college, I got so much tail it 
wasn't even funny. A different girl every week." There 
is a particular type of awkward horror you sometimes 
feel in life, and from this point on, I would always 
describe it as 'like your uncle sharing too much about 
his sexual history.' "You better enjoy it while you can, 
because man, you'll miss it once it's gone."

"Uh, okay," I said. What do you say to that? "I'm mostly 
focused on my studies..."

"Well, you've got to take your nose out of a book 
sometime." A soft buzzing interrupted us, and he reached 
for his phone, and answered it. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'm 
on my way. Be there in ten minutes. Yeah, you too. Bye." 
Closing it, he turned to me and said, "I have to go. 
You're going to be okay sticking around here, then?" I 
nodded.

He walked out to the stairs, and called out, Lily's 
name. She replied with an annoyed, "What?"

"I'm going to work now."

"Whatever."

"But if you want to talk later about that thing at 
school, we can." There was a silence, and her father 
looked back to me with a helpless shrug. "Okay, bye 
honey, I love you."

"Bye." It can be hard to convey complete disinterest 
while shouting across a house, but she managed it. 

After he left, I waited until I was sure the car was 
gone, then headed upstairs and knocked at the door. She 
told me to come in.

I found her sitting in front of her computer. She'd 
changed into a simple, one-piece blue dress, the kind of 
dress that looks like it could be a really long shirt, 
one that, when she stood, came down to just above her 
knees. It made her look younger, somehow, falling 
straight down and hiding some of the curves she did 
have. "Is he gone?" she asked.

"Yeah. Listen, if he does ask, I told him that I walked 
you home because you had a falling out with one of your 
girl friends, not a boy."

She snorted briefly. "Like he'd ask."

"He might," I said, feeling a strange urge to defend 
him. "I mean, he does care about you."

She clicked distractedly with the mouse. "Not enough to 
stay. I mean, I didn't want him to, it would have ruined 
my day, but if he really cared he wouldn't have left 
when he thought his daughter had a crisis, right?" 

"It's not really like he had a choice, it's work. He's 
got to pay the bills somehow."

"Don't defend him," she snapped, glaring at me. 

I was a little taken aback. "Sorry."

"It's okay, but, can we not talk about him please?"

"Sure." Ever notice how when someone tells you not to 
talk about something, no matter what else you might have 
in common, you always struggle for a new topic? We were 
silent for almost thirty seconds, except for her 
occasional clicking or typing. "So what are you doing?" 
I finally asked.

"Oh," she said offhandedly, pointing at the screen. 
"Right now I'm on cam."


Chapter Eleven:

I lowered my voice instantly to a whisper. "What?"

She smiled at my panic, like she found it cute. "Don't 
worry, the microphone's off. And the camera's all on me, 
not you, so you have nothing to worry about."

"These are your 'friends'?"

She shook her head. "Just a webcam site. I don't know 
any of them... though I guess some of them might know 
me, I've been here before."

"Well, could you get off?"

Her smile widened to a grin. "Oh, you want me to get 
off? With all these strangers watching? Okay, if you 
insist..."

"That's not what I meant and you know it..."

"Too bad. I think all these guys want a show, and I'd 
hate to disappoint them..."

"Please, Lily... don't you want to have sex with me?"

"Of course I do..." she said, then shook her head, 
determined. "But that's not up to me. The camera's on, 
and you're welcome to come over here and join me... so 
you've got two choices, you can sit and watch and let me 
tease you, or you can help me give them a real show..."

I knew that she wanted me to choose the second option. 
While I wanted to please her, and pleasure her, I 
couldn't do that. The thought of going on camera, where 
a careless motion could expose my face to the world, 
terrified me. My first instinct was, of course, to go 
over and shut off her computer, but I knew that would 
piss her off, and I certainly didn't want that. Not only 
was there the obvious reason that I still wanted to have 
sex with her that day, but angry people are apt to do 
irrational things. I'd always feared that if I got Lily 
too mad, she might decide to tell on me. In a way, she 
had all the power in the relationship, because of that 
fear, but I don't think she ever completely realized 
that. 

So with giving in to what I knew she wanted and forcibly 
ending her little game both off the table, I could only 
sit and watch. Or leave, I suppose, that might have made 
a statement, but she was still so beautiful and how 
could I turn away? 

So I watched. I carefully found a spot on her bed that 
was out of view of the camera, and yet which also let me 
see her screen from afar. At that moment, she had the 
camera focused on her torso. Words scrolled past the 
chat window, or occasionally popped up to the side in 
what must have been private messages, and it took a 
second before I realized they weren't English. "What are 
they saying?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "It's Russian, and Google 
Translate's not working. They're probably trying to get 
me to show my tits though." She adjusted the camera 
again so they could see her face and upper chest. She 
the strap over her left shoulder fall off and drag part 
of the dress with it, threatening to expose a nipple but 
never quite getting there. "Anyway, I can talk and 
people will think I'm just reading something aloud or 
that I don't know they can't hear me." When she said it, 
I noticed that's just what she was doing, talking while 
staring into the screen, as though she was reading. "And 
really, anything I want to do, they'll think somebody's 
asking me to do it in a private message. Serge taught me 
all this, he used to coach me over Messenger." At the 
mention of his name my blood started to boil a little. 
It was bad enough he was taking advantage of her and 
nursing the exhibitionist tendency for his own pleasure, 
but to get her to strip in front of a crowd of 
strangers? Once again, I wanted to do something, and 
once again I felt powerless, and so my hatred joined my 
anxiety at that pit in the bottom of my stomach as I 
watched her perform.

It was unquestionably a performance, she teased a lot at 
first without really showing anything. She posed in her 
dress, lifted it just enough to show her upper thigh, or 
pulled the top aside almost enough to reveal a nipple. 
By the time she flashed her underwear, I already had 
about half an erection, and those tight purple panties 
pushed me to three quarters. They must have been about a 
size too small, and clung closely enough to her body 
that you could make out the crease in her butt from 
behind, and the slight bump of her mound in front. 

She got a lot of mileage out of that, standing up, 
raising the dress to her navel, and showing off for a 
few seconds before sitting back down. "Okay," I said, 
hoping to cut it off there. "I think they're 
sufficiently teased."

"You're right," she said. "I really should give them a 
little something more than teasing." She focused the 
camera on her midsection again, hopped a little so the 
bottom of the dress wasn't caught under her ass, then 
began raising it, ever so slowly. She held for a few 
seconds first above the navel, and then again just under 
the breast, but finally those pert pink nipples were 
revealed to an audience.

Lily posed like that a few times, turning back and 
forth, and then let the dress drop again. After that, 
she spent a minute or two curled up in the chair with 
her legs spread, and focused the camera directly on her 
panties, and, occasionally, her hand stroking the edge 
or outside of it. 

The camera flipped back up to her face and Lily looked 
into it wide-eyed, like somebody had just proposed 
something astonishing, and then she smiled coquettishly 
and stood up. Her hands went under her dress and she 
pulled off the panties entirely and displayed them for 
the camera, before setting them aside. "Think half of 
these guys would cum just seeing my ass..."

"Come on, Lily," I suggested when she dropped the camera 
to her legs again and threatened to raise the dress and 
reveal what should be her private parts. "Why don't you 
turn the camera off and then I can make YOU cum..."

"Or you could come on cam and make me cum even harder." 
I frowned. "You should be happy, I'm making it easy for 
you, all these guys going crazy, I'm getting close to 
popping already."

"I don't mind getting you there myself... I prefer it, 
in fact."

"Spoilsport." Ignoring my wishes, she teased some more, 
and finally, the teasing stopped, and she showed her 
pussy. Once that was done, it was only a minute before 
she took the dress off entirely, naked except for her 
socks (which she later removed, she explained, "for the 
foot fetishists"), and sat. She spread her pussy a few 
times and ran her fingers along the edge, then leaned 
forward to give a close-up of a nipple, which she 
squeezed. One last adjustment of the camera was to come, 
where one could see her whole body, lounging backwards 
in the chair, legs spread, while she began to masturbate 
in earnest. Her eyes closed for a few seconds at a time, 
but always returned back to the screen, and only 
sometimes to me. 

Then, suddenly, she frowned, took her finger out of her 
pussy, and sat back up in her seat normally. "Fuck..." 
She clicked frantically at something a few moments, 
before reporting. "I got banned."

"Took them long enough," I muttered. 

"It's no big deal," she said. "I can just get my proxy 
to give me a new IP and make a new account..."

"Do you have to?" I asked. "I'm pretty hard here and I 
kind of want you to myself." Her mouth opened, and 
before she could say anything, I added, "And I'm not 
going to do it on cam, no matter what you say, at least 
not today." I shouldn't have added that last bit... I 
knew it would probably make her give up for the moment, 
but only encourage her to continue trying in the future, 
because I left hope. I could tell that by her smile.

"Okay, fine," she said, and she helped me get undressed.

We had sex then, and I made her cum just in time, for 
not two minutes later the doorbell rang with our food. 
After we ate, we didn't do anything else sexual, mostly 
because I was too afraid her Mom would come home, but we 
talked a little and watched part of a movie. 

Aunt Kelly didn't call, at least not until long after 
Lily would have been home even if she had stopped at my 
place, and then it was just to tell Lily she was on her 
way home. I took that opportunity to leave... even if I 
had the perfect excuse, of permission from her father, I 
didn't want mother's intuition working on any of the 
nonverbal body language we might have. Lily said that if 
anybody asked, she'd say I was there until her mother 
called, but that nobody would ask. Later, she'd point 
out she was right. Nobody did. As far as her mother was 
concerned, I was never there, and her father probably 
assumed I'd stayed the whole time, as promised. 


Chapter Twelve:

Lily kept proposing live shows, even "just friends 
only", but I'd always turned her down. She may have 
trusted them, but I didn't. These suggestions all took 
place at my house, although she offered to use her 
proxy. After the scare of nearly getting caught by her 
father, I was more than reluctant to be with her 
anywhere but the safety of my apartment, but she got me 
to come to her place eventually, and it was this second 
time that really changed everything for us. It happened 
on a weekday that neither Lily nor I had school. Me, 
because it was Spring Break. Lily's spring break was 
later in the month, but the teachers had some kind of 
meeting day that cancelled class just for that one day.

Once we noticed the opening in our schedules, we had an 
informal agreement that we should try to get together. 
Nothing was settled by the time the day actually came, 
but I assumed she would come over to my place. That 
morning, we had a discussion over Facebook, and to my 
surprise, she revealed she wanted me to come to her 
house. 

I raised the usual objections about how it'd be safer at 
my place, but she was stubborn and insisted nobody would 
be home all day, it would be totally safe and she really 
wanted a change since we'd done it in my apartment 
almost every other time. Besides, her mother might call 
from work, and if Lily couldn't answer the phone at 
home, she'd have to come up with a story about where she 
went. 

I knew the real reason. She wanted to try again to 
convince me to do a live show, imagining that she'd have 
better success with home field advantage, so I continued 
to hold up my end of the argument... until she started 
sending me naked pictures. First, spot pictures, a 
nipple, her pussy, her ass, and then a series of 
pictures of her lying on the bed, legs spread, warning 
that she was horny, and if I didn't come over soon she'd 
take care of the problem herself.

I'm a weak man. If I wasn't, I never would have started 
this. Beyond this, it was a Monday, and we hadn't been 
together since Wednesday, since she had something to do 
with friends on Friday, so I was feeling a bit deprived. 
Strange to say, someone who'd been a virgin for so long 
could come to expect regular sex so quickly, but I felt 
a little like an addict who'd been denied his fix for 
too long, and then, being tempted with it... well, I 
asked for a few more assurances that we wouldn't be 
interrupted like last time, and that if we were, she had 
a cover story, and then told her I'd be right over.

She met me at the door, dressed casually in a long t-
shirt and tight shorts, and we went upstairs, and into 
her room. Her computer was on and her browser open to a 
Russian cam site, but the webcam itself wasn't enabled.

"We're not doing it on cam for your friends," I said, 
hoping to cut the idea off right off the bat.

She pouted. "Oh, come on... be a little adventurous."

"For you it's adventurous, for me it's suicidal. You're 
not committing a crime on camera." I suppose technically 
she was. Some minors have been charged with producing 
child pornography... of themselves. But even before I 
became involved with Lily, I thought that was 
unnecessarily cruel, and totally unjust. 

"But you've done it before... the only difference is, 
this is live. It's not like anybody would find out, my 
proxies are perfect."

"And when it's live, something could happen and show my 
face."

"Please? Just hear me out, okay?" I should have just 
said no, but I waited. "How about this. Just a blowjob. 
I'll give you the best blowjob ever, I swear. We'll 
stage it carefully. The camera won't show you above 
here." She used her hand to make a line just above my 
bellybutton. "No sound, so your voice won't be heard. 
And, we'll wear these..."

She ran to the side of the room that was farthest from 
her computer, and grabbed two wigs off a shelf. One was 
blonde, one was pink. "So even if the camera spots you, 
everyone'll just think you're some blonde surfer guy. 
I'll wear the pink." She smiled. "I was wearing it 
earlier already."

"I don't know..."

"If the wig's not enough, you can always put a 
pillowcase over your head," she suggested. "But then I 
might look up and laugh and choke on your dick." She 
rubbed my pants at the crotch. "Come on, Jack, you know 
I'll make it really good... and when we do it later, 
I'll be really, really thankful."

I was hard and I wanted to please her, and she was 
right, it wasn't too much different from the videos 
she'd already talked me into letting her release. Maybe 
she was winning the war, or at least making progress, 
because on some level, buried very deep, it did turn me 
on to have people watching her suck my dick. "Okay, 
fine, just this once," I said, knowing that she'd use 
this to convince me to do it again. 

I put the ridiculous wig on, and she had hers, and then 
we did a little test with the camera to make sure it was 
pointed in a good position, a safe position. Finally, 
she started it. She was already on her knees, and waved 
to the camera, and then waved me into the frame. I 
approached slowly, and she unzipped my pants and pulled 
out my swollen member, then stroked it, looking into the 
camera. She played with it for almost a minute and then 
started her performance, the licks, the little teasing 
nips with her lips, and the sucking. 

Of course it felt good, and it was exciting, but somehow 
it didn't feel as good as when it was just the two of 
us, or even on our recorded videos. Her eyes went to the 
camera, and the screen, much more, and it reduced the 
immediacy between us, making it less personal, and I 
liked the personal. Still, we were already doing it, so 
I had little choice but to let her finish.

I finally looked to the screen, watching the racing 
scroll of foreign characters, when finally it occurred 
to me. "Why aren't they typing in English?"

Lily pulled back and looked to the screen. "Why would 
they be?"

"Well, they're your friends, right? They know you speak 
English... they all speak English in comments on your 
posts."

Lily licked the underside of my penis, put the head in 
her mouth for a second, then pulled off to say, "No, 
these aren't my friends. I don't know who any of these 
people are."

"What?" I hissed, feeling a little betrayed. "I thought 
this was going to be friends only."

She looked apologetic, chagrinned, and gave me a kiss on 
my shaft as though to make me feel better. "I'm sorry, I 
thought you wanted this more."

"Yeah, right." I thought it more likely she was trying 
to skip a few steps in pushing me towards exhibitionism. 

"No, really. You always said you were worried my friends 
would try to blackmail you. But these are strangers, 
they don't know who you are, and they don't know who I 
am. Some of them probably saw me teasing before you got 
here, but once we're done I'll delete this account, and 
nobody will ever know how to find us." She must have 
thought she'd talked too long, and took me into her 
mouth, pushing as far as she could.

"I don't want this," I said. "Turn it off."

She pulled off, a little bit of saliva still connecting 
my dick to her mouth. "Come on, we're almost done."

If I hadn't found out the truth, we probably would be, 
but in this case fear held me off from reaching that 
final orgasm state, at least for a little while. I 
started to pull back, but she went down on me again and, 
as though sensing it was her last chance, began to suck 
for all her worth, rapidly moving up and down, her mouth 
hanging a little open, tongue slobbering on me a little, 
and it overcame the last of my resistance. I came into 
her mouth, and let her swallow it. 

When we were done, she adjusted her wig. My hand had 
held onto it during those final moments and I 
accidentally pulled it down over her eyes, then she 
waved at the camera. "Turn it off," I muttered 
breathlessly. 

Anxiously, she went grabbed the mouse and clicked the 
icon that shut the broadcast off. "I'm sorry," she said. 
She seemed sincere, too, but it didn't matter, I'd come 
too close to danger.

"Delete the account, now." I didn't think it would make 
much of a difference... if someone reported it to the 
admin and they investigated, the account being gone 
wouldn't make much of a difference. Maybe it would make 
people assume the authorities had already taken action, 
and that they didn't need to raise a stink about it.

"I'm sorry," she said when she was done. "I really did 
think you'd like that better... and it was good, right?"

"I'd rather have done without the audience."

She took he wig off and threw it on the bed. "Look, I 
said I'm sorry. What do you want from me? Look, if you 
want, for the rest of the day, I won't even ask you to 
make videos, we'll do it the boring way."

"The boring way." Ouch.

She backpedalled, looking sorry again. "Not boring, 
just... I like knowing people are watching, all the 
attention. It makes it more fun. But as soon as you're 
ready again, I'll let you do it your way."

I shrugged noncommittally, feeling the need to sulk a 
little, but had no intention of leaving, and I was going 
to relent and tell her I forgave her when there was a 
chime from her computer. She checked the screen and then 
sat down and typed something. More chimes followed, the 
sound of an instant message conversation, and finally I 
was curious. "What is it?"

She popped a mint into her mouth and answered in a bit 
of a mumble, "Oh, just one of my friends."

"What kind of friends?" I asked. "School friends, or..."

"Facebook friends. It's Serge, actually." I frowned. She 
didn't seem to notice. "He wants me to go on cam."

"Well, he can fuck off. Tell him no."

A look of irritation flashed across her face. "You don't 
own me. It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"No, but I'm with you now."

She was silent for a second, then looked at me, and back 
at the screen, and back at me. "I could tease both of 
you..." she suggested.

"What?"

"Well, you still need to get hard, right? If you sit 
back there and be very very quiet, I'll let you watch 
while I perform for Serge. Then when he's done, you can 
fuck me."

"No," I said automatically. "Why would I want that?"

"Because it's me, and I'm hot, and you get hot watching 
me."

"I don't want to watch you masturbate for some other 
guy."

She smirked. "Why not, jealous?"

A little, but I didn't think it would be a good idea to 
admit it. "No!"

"Well, then why not?"

"I just don't want to, that's all."

There was another chime, signaling a new message, and 
she read it and grimaced. "Oh, shit, I forgot."

"What?"

"I promised."

"Promised what?"

"That I'd cam for him today, after work. I forgot about 
the time difference." It was still morning here, but 
wherever Serge was, I guessed it was after work. 

Now I was really jealous and getting a little annoyed. 
"So you're just going to drop everything for him?"

"It'll only be fifteen minutes tops. You can go watch 
TV... or, the offer's still open for you to watch us."

"Us?"

"Well, he goes on cam too," she said. "So I guess you 
could see both of us. But you'd have to be quiet, he 
might not want it."

The prospect of seeing Serge, the man I'd come to think 
of as my nemesis, made me change my mind. I'd always 
been curious, I guess, but there was a more practical 
reason I wanted a look at him... if I ever saw him in 
the neighborhood, I'd kill him. Before now, it was an 
abstract promise to myself, with no weight because it 
had no chance of coming true. I had no idea what he 
looked like, so he could walk past me and I'd never 
know. If I saw him, if I could burn his face into my 
brain, the fantasies of strangling him would be much 
more vivid, and I could better protect Lily if he turned 
out to be even more of a dangerous pervert than I 
suspected.

"Fine," I said, waving at her. "Go on." It was time to 
meet the mysterious Serge.

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Chapter Thirteen:

Lily seemed a little suspicious of my sudden change of 
heart. "Really?"

Although I now wanted to see what this monster looked 
like, I decided to play it cool, act like I was 
ambivalent. "Go on before I change my mind." I sat on 
the corner of the bed, out of sight of the webcam, but 
close enough that I could see the screen. 

She opened up a private video chat. "Ah, there's my 
favorite little slut. Everything is well I hope?" he 
said, in a deep voice with what seemed to me like a 
ridiculous Russian accent, with his W's sounding more 
like V's. I couldn't see his face, though, to my 
disappointment, he only showed himself from about the 
neck down. What I did notice was that he had a few 
tattoos, one of a rose on one of his pectorals, and on 
his shoulder and neck there was something that looked 
like a bull. Other than that, he was well built, maybe a 
little on the stocky side, but with obvious musculature. 
If it ever came to a physical confrontation between us, 
I wasn't sure I could win. I was so hoping he was some 
scrawny little geek. 

Lily greeted him with the same cheer she greeted me. "Hi 
Serge. I don't have a lot of time today."

"Why not? You said there was no school today in 
America."

"Not all of America, I think, just my school. But I have 
other things I need to do."

"Still, I am very glad I get to see you today. When you 
come on normally, it is too late." What a whiner. You'd 
think he'd be grateful he could see her at all. 

"Sorry. But at least you have the videos, right?"

"I love the videos, but your lover is too... not a man." 
My face began to burn. "He is too scared to make it look 
good, to show you off proper, treat you like you 
deserve."

"I'm working on him," Lily said with a sly glance in my 
direction. "And he's a good lover, at least."

He made a dismissive noise, like he was spitting. "You 
only have the one, you need more than one to say he is 
good. I told you, in some months my friends and I take 
trip to America, maybe we could stop by your city. I 
would show you how man fucks. I would take you hard, 
make you scream."

A cold chill filled me. Even though I had always feared 
the guys Lily talked to might not be satisfied with a 
long distance relationship, actually seeing Serge try to 
get her to agree to meet with him was terrifying. I 
almost stood up to tell him off when she said, "I told 
you, Serge, I'm not telling you where I live. You'll 
just have to wonder."

"Yes, yes, you are smart girl, but I hope one day you 
trust me enough to change your mind." Never, if I had 
anything to say about it. As soon as she was finished 
the conversation, I decided I was going to have another 
talk with her, even if it sparked another fight. This 
guy was giving me serious sexual predator vibes. Maybe I 
had no room to hang that label, but I just took what 
Lily offered and never tried to encourage her to do 
more... the opposite, in fact. 

"But let's pretend I did. What would you do with me?" 
Lily spoke in a flirty, casual tone, like this was an 
everyday part of their conversations. 

Serge played along, leaning forward a little. "First I 
would get you naked. Why are you not naked, my little 
slutochka?" He didn't actually say "slutochka", it was 
something in Russian that I didn't understand and could 
not remember, but whatever it was, I didn't like it. 

Lily stood on her chair and stripped off, first top, 
then shorts and underwear. "I'm naked, so now what?" She 
sat back down again, legs spread. 

"I would put my fingers in your little pussy, and spread 
it, and show my friends."

Lily spread her own pussy wide. "Your friends?"

"Of course, you are exhibitionist, so I bring friends to 
watch us. I would get you to pose for them while they 
masturbate and wish they could have you. Maybe you would 
let them after I am done."

"Maybe." I grit my teeth silently, fuming. 

"But first I have you, after I show you off. You would 
bend over and show your ass." Lily turned around on her 
chair, pointing her rear to the camera. "No, spread 
wider, to see your asshole."

Lily placed one hand on each cheek and spread widely, so 
the camera had a clear view of her hole... both holes, 
actually, for her pussy was in view as well. 

"Yes, and you would show them how horny you get being 
exposed, you would masturbate from below." One hand 
left, and followed his instructions, dropped into her 
crotch so you could see her fingers on the screen 
playing with her pussy. "You would beg me to fuck you."

"Yes, Serge, fuck me, please."

Serge had begun playing with his dick on his end of the 
camera, but stopped briefly. "Do you have something 
handy to use? A brush handle? To pretend is my cock?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching over to grab one from the 
table by her bed. She turned her butt to the camera 
again and worked the brush handle into her pussy lips.

"No," he said. "Not in the pussy, today I want you to 
put in your asshole. I have waited so long, and it is 
where I want my cock..."

"Oh, but..."

"No but," he said. "Except the one my cock will go 
into."

"Okay," she said. "I guess I could try..."

All through this a mix of emotions were building, 
disgust, anger, even jealousy, but finally I couldn't 
take any more. I stood up and stalked to the edge of her 
desk, and pulled out the cable that connected her 
computer to the house network. If her parents used 
wireless, I suppose I would have pulled the power plug, 
but all I wanted to do was kill her internet connection 
and terminate the conversation with Serge.

"What the fuck?" she cried, turning around in her chair 
and then launching herself out of it.

"You shouldn't be talking to him," I told her. "The 
guy's a creep."

"Serge is my friend."

"No he isn't, he's just using you. All these friends 
only want you because you're performing for them."

"So what? I like it and they like it. And don't act like 
you're innocent, you wouldn't even be here if you 
weren't getting some."

"At least I care about you, and that wouldn't change 
even if I wasn't getting some. These guys are bad news, 
and I don't want you indulging them anymore."

"There you go again, acting like you somehow have the 
right to run my life! You don't get any say in who I 
talk to or what I do with them. It's not like you're my 
boyfriend!"

"Well, I might as well be," I snapped. I was spending 
more time with her than anybody else, thinking about her 
all the time, turning down other romantic attachments 
because of her, and, of course, I was having sex with 
her.

The acrimony on Lily's face suddenly vanished. 
Completely, as though she'd forgotten the entire 
argument the moment I said it. "Really?" she asked, eyes 
widening hopefully.

That's when I realized it for the first time... every 
time she'd said "you're not my boyfriend", what she was 
really saying was "will you be my boyfriend?" She wanted 
me to disagree... maybe it was what she wanted all 
along. 

I heard someone say once that men use love in order to 
get sex, and women use sex in order to get love. The 
first half isn't true, at least not for me... I enjoy 
sex, but I really wanted it to be with somebody I loved, 
and had started to feel that way about Lily. Maybe the 
second half of the saying had some truth to it, though. 
Maybe my cousin came on to me because she wanted to be 
with me. She couldn't just ask to be my girlfriend, I 
would have said no, but she realized that if she gave me 
sex, maybe I'd come to want more. Maybe she even 
deliberately had camsex with Serge to make me jealous. 

It was crazy though, to try to become Lily's boyfriend, 
even crazier than having this casual sex relationship. 
It was doomed to failure, and because emotions were now 
involved, failure would be catastrophic. And yet, with 
her looking up at me like that, eyes brimming with hope, 
I couldn't disappoint her... more, I didn't want to. I 
knew even better than she that it wasn't possible for 
our relationship to work out, but she made me believe I 
could do the impossible. So I said it. "Yes. I'd like to 
be your boyfriend." Suddenly I stumbled, ashamed, 
worried I'd read her wrong, and added, "I mean, if you 
wanted."

"Yes," she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes." She raced towards 
me and actually leaped on me, wrapping her legs around 
me so she wouldn't fall. She wasn't quite level, but it 
only took a little effort to pull up close enough that 
she kissed me, right on the lips, and our tongues soon 
met. Mouth-kissing was one of the two forbidden acts, 
and maybe it was because of being denied what I'd wanted 
to do for so long, it gave me a high that rivaled even 
sex... at least, the way my pulse raced and heart 
pounded, it was like our first time all over again. 

I was deliriously happy that once the kiss broke, I 
couldn't stop smiling. Neither could she. I let her drop 
to the ground, and then we just stared into each other's 
eyes and smiled madly for almost a minute. Finally it 
dawned on me that it was over, that I'd won, or so I 
thought, until I voiced the thought. "So you'll shut 
down the Facebook page?"

Lily's smile faded, and was replaced by a puzzled 
expression. "Why would I do that?"

"Well... I'm your boyfriend now...." It felt so strange 
to hear those words coming out of my mouth, but it was a 
good kind of strange. "So you don't need all these guys 
looking at you."

"Jack... I may be your girlfriend, but I'm still an 
exhibitionist. I thought you understood that." My good 
mood evaporated. "You may be my boyfriend, but that 
doesn't mean you get to run my life." It was the phrase 
that would replace "You're not my boyfriend!"

"But, I thought... you said if I were your boyfriend..." 
It was a struggle trying to remember exactly what she'd 
said, but I thought I'd understood the gist of it. "This 
all started when I wanted you to stop camming with 
Serge!"

Lily showed me I was wrong when I thought I understood. 
"Right. I won't cam with Serge again," she promised. "Or 
anybody else. Video sex is cheating, and I'm never going 
to cheat on you, Jack. But I'm still going to want to 
show off, and make videos... that's part of who I am and 
it's not going to change." She took a deep breath. "So 
you need to decide if you can accept that. Because I 
really really want to be your girlfriend, but if you 
can't let me be me, we should probably go back to just 
being friends. Friends with benefits, but friends only."

I thought about it for a while, with her gaze on me the 
whole time. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was a step 
in the right direction. At least it would put an end to 
one dangerous activity, and I could apply pressure, as 
her boyfriend, to try to get her to cut out some of the 
other activities... and, of course, there's the fact 
that I'd have a girlfriend. Sure, she was young, but she 
was smart and, pretty much a perfect personality by my 
book, someone I could fall madly in love with if I just 
let myself. Only the exhibitionism bothered me, and I 
was optimistic that I'd be able to work on that. 

Boy, did I turn out to be wrong on that part, but I was 
right about how easy it would be to fall in love with 
her. I was already well on my way.

"So, what do you say?"

I said it a little grudgingly, but I said it. "I still 
want to be your boyfriend."

She grinned, the relief on her face so evident I 
wondered if maybe she was bluffing, that if I had said 
"I want to be your boyfriend, but you have to give it 
up," she would have done so. But I don't know, and 
wasn't willing to try. "Good. Then you're my boyfriend, 
and I'm your girlfriend." She blushed, actually blushed 
like she was embarrassed, for the first time I could 
remember. The girl who thought nothing of masturbating 
in front of strangers blushed at the admission that we 
were now no longer just friends. It was beautiful, but 
it was fleeting. She swallowed, and regained her 
composure, the color slowly fading. "So, we should 
celebrate."

"How?" I hadn't thought ahead. We might be boyfriend and 
girlfriend but she was still too young to date in a 
traditional way... I just hoped she understood that, and 
that she could be okay with the secrecy that would be 
necessary to keep our relationship going. "I could order 
something out, for lunch..." 

"We could," she agreed. "But I was more thinking that we 
have sex... no, if we're boyfriend and girlfriend I 
guess we should call it making love."

"That could work too," I agreed. It would be a new 
experience, with the ability to kiss her and to lick her 
in her most intimate places, and I was all ready to go.

"Get my camera," she said.

"What?"

"It's our first time. Our first time as boyfriend and 
girlfriend. We have to record it!"

I managed to talk her out of it, reminding her that I 
wouldn't kiss her if my face could be caught on camera, 
and that I really wanted to kiss her. Luckily the 
thought of that swayed her, and we moved to her bed, 
kissing each other softly, the camera left on her desk. 
"Next time," she said as we continued to make out. "Next 
time, we're recording it."

There was no video, no pictures, no Audience for our 
first time, our first time making love instead of just 
having sex. It was just the two of us, and I intend to 
keep it that way by ending the story here. There are 
other stories that I might tell one day about my 
relationship with my cousin, but that one you perverts 
don't get. 

Sometimes, something has to be private. Even for an 
exhibitionist. 

The End

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All my stories are available at 
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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