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 every one 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.