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?