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.