The fact that our school is K-12 is something that is brought up in many conversations at Hill. No one ever approves of it. Us seniors feel significantly unimportant when we're walking back home and there's a kindergartener sharing the same sidewalk, coming from the same place, and going home to the same neighborhood. But I have a somewhat unique opinion on the matter. I like. I love it actually. You know what, it might be a love-hate relationship really. Because I'm a pedophile. Now, I'm not the kind of pedophile who would rape children, but I am the kind of pedophile who would give anything to have consensual sex with a young child. I began to realize this as I aged. I lusted after my fellow classmates when I was younger, but then I began to feel an aversion to the appearance of my peers as their breasts increased in size and pimples began to appear. And slowly, and with much reluctance, I came to accept that I'm a pedophile. That's why I love Hill, and also why I hate it. Sure, the walks home are great, watching the little kids bounce around with their Hello Kitty backpacks and their pigtails, but I also suffer knowing that I cannot touch what so obviously needs to be played with. It's a malady that I will live with for the rest of my life, and I'm proud of it, but no one will ever know of it.

But today, that all changed.

On my way home from school, a particularly arousing student was walking home in front of me with her friend. I had seen them a lot for the past five years. They lived near me so we walked the same route home every day. If I counted the years, I found that they were in fourth grade. The one that never fails to elicit a response in me is this little girl named Jessica. She's blond, probably measures up to my nipples, and she walks with intelligence. I say this because her friend is constantly bouncing around, falling over, and balancing on the edge of the sidewalk. Jessica has no need for such expenditures of her energy. She must be contemplating more serious matters. Long story short, I wanted to fuck her. And today was my lucky day.

As I quickly shifted my eyes from tree, to car, to Jessica's ass, I noticed a dime on the floor. I don't usually pick up money, but today I did, so that I could try to look up Jessica's skirt. I wasn't able to see anything, but the effort left me slightly aroused. I took a break from eyeing Jessica to examine the dime. The front resembled a normal dime, but it was what was on the other side that sparked my curiosity. Where a dime usually reads "One Dime", this one said "Time Dime", and instead of "United States of America" detailing the top of the dime, it read "May Your Wildest Dreams Come True". I thought Amen to That, and as I was thinking about how much this dime might be worth, I flipped it in the air, and attempted to catch it back in my hand. But that's very difficult when you're suddenly sitting in a desk in the middle of a calculus lecture.

I let out a yell. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at me, and I exclaimed, "What the fuck just happened?!" The teacher told me to shut up and I sat there, perplexed. One second I was following Jessica, and the next second I'm back in class, and the bell is about to ring. I open my hand and notice that there's no dime in it. I check my pockets and I only find my phone and my wallet. People are still staring at me. My friend asks me what's up, and I tell him I must have been dreaming. My peers lose interest and I wait for the bell to ring. That was definitely no dream.

I walk home again and look for the dime on the floor. Sure enough, the dime comes in to view as Jessica's skirt passes over it. I pick up the dime and examine the irregular wording on it again. "Time Dime." Could this dime have reversed time? I flip it once again, and I find myself in my calculus class again. This time I don't yell. I look at the clock and I notice that it reads five minutes earlier than last time. The amount of time it sends you back must be random. I smile as a realization dawns on me. "May your wildest dreams come true."

I begin my walk home for the third time that day, but this time I'm beaming and my dick is hard as a rock. I'm following Jessica and I pick up the dime. I prepare myself for the most momentous moment of my entire life and I increase my pace so I'm directly behind my little angel. So many times I had dreamt of this, and now it was actually going to happen.

I wrap my left arm around her chest, and I immediately attach my right hand to her pussy. She screams of course, as does her friend. I had never felt up anyone before and it was in this moment that I was my happiest. I slipped my hand down her skirt and panties and I felt the wonderful softness of her nether lips. Her squeals became nonexistent in my momentary bliss. It was so smooth, no hair of course. I rubbed the hell out of her clit, and I stuck a finger into her. She was incredibly wet by now. I was really hoping to cause this little girl to orgasm. I wanted to show her how euphoric sex was.

I came to my senses as I noticed a man barreling towards me. Knowing full well what that man was about to do, I relinquished my hold on Jessica, apologized, then pulled the dime out of my pocket and flipped it. In my haste it flew off towards the street and I cursed myself, but sure enough I ended up in my Calculus class again.

A number of joyous curse words filled my thoughts as I sat there in silence. I was so fucking happy. My dreams had come true. There were so many possibilities. So many possibilities. Ideas flooded my mind, and I knew who my next target would be.

My sister.

It felt wrong, it really did. I raped Jessica and I felt terrible for it. But when I saw her bright, smiling face on my way home, I knew that no harm had been done, and I relaxed a great deal. I picked up the dime, and left Jessica alone this time. I opened the front door and announced my arrival. My parents were at work, but my sister yelled something from her room. She was home sick today.

I climbed the stairs and opened the door to her room. She was in bed, underneath her covers. I asked how she was doing, and she said that she was fine and that she was more or less just faking it to get out of school. Her rebelliousness gave me reason to smile, as if I didn't have enough reasons to smile today. I sat down on her bed so that I could caress her hair. It was dirty blonde and it ran down to the middle of her back. She was twelve and in seventh grade. She was more beautiful than anyone I had ever met, and she was my sister. She looked slightly confused at my stroking of her hair, but I didn't care, none of this will exist anyway.

She was wearing her blue pajamas and her hair was a mess. I pulled her sheets off of her and I could see her belly button.

"Umm, those blankets were keeping me warm," she said, obviously confused.

"I was curious if these pajamas still fit you. You've had them for years." She laughed. "Yeah, not really." She pulled her top down over her belly button to show that they didn't fit, and I could see her nipples through the now-taut sleep shirt.

"You're so cute," I said.

She smiled and laughed. "Thanks." I said things like this often. She didn't find it odd that I thought she was cute. She just took it as a compliment, nothing more. But I meant so much more by it. She lifted herself up onto her elbows so that she wasn't just lying there while we conversed.

I decided to get things moving. "So what do you think about sex?" I was more curious as to how she would respond to such a question than anything else. I had never broached the subject before, as much as I had wanted to.

"Uhh." The obvious response.

"Does it scare you?" I was still stroking her hair. We were pretty close as far as brother and sister came, and there was almost nothing we didn't talk about, so my question didn't surprise her too much.

She looked away from me as she considered the question, and out of embarrassment too, I'm sure. "Well I guess I've always wondered what it was like."

"Well I'm sure you've touched yourself before, right?"

Her cheeks became red. "Well, yeah."

"So you sort of know what it's like."

"Yeah, but I'm sure it's way better when someone else is doing it," she gave an awkward half-laugh.

"Let's see."

I slowly began to move my hand from her hair towards her secret spot. She watched my movements with wide eyes. She never made eye contact with me. She held her gaze on my fingers. She wasn't screaming, so that was good.

I left my hand hovering over her pajama bottoms for a couple seconds as I watched her face. It didn't move. I think she had no idea what to do. I laid my hand on her groin and I slowly moved it to stimulate the area. She began to breath heavily, but she dared not move. Surprisingly, she hadn't protested yet. Perhaps she wanted this just as much as I did. Thank god I found that dime. I would have never tried this otherwise.

Her hands were grabbing the bed sheets, and she continued to allow me to feel her up. I increased the pace of my movements and her hips began to gyrate. I was enjoying this immensely. She never looked towards me. Her breathing was becoming more irregular and the sheets crumpled as she held more tightly onto them.

She breathed my name. I could tell that she was scared, but she made no move to stop me. She started to blink a lot and her entire body was moving to the rhythm of our sex, but she never lost eye contact with my hand. She bit her lip and began moaning. Her eyes seemed to be closed now more then open. Her knees were up in the air by now, so the blankets had fallen off of her completely, revealing her ankles that her tight pajamas couldn't conceal, and her cute, little feet in her cute, little, light blue, cat socks that doubled over as her feet cringed relentlessly. I almost laughed because the cat on her socks seemed to be meowing as the socks stretched back and forth.

Her head lightly banged against the wall as she lost control of her movements. Her eyes never opened after this point. Her head rotated against the wall as her body moved in all directions, her hands still clutching the bed sheets as if a great wind was going to sweep her away. I loved watching her thrust all over the place as the ecstasy of sex took over. Her moaning was now becoming increasingly audible. I started to worry that the neighbors might hear her pleasure, but then remembered about the dime in my pocket.

Taken by the moment, I brought my face closer to hers and I kissed her lips once. She didn't open her eyes but she returned a kiss to the air. It was adorable. Her convulsions made it difficult for her to harness any control, so I brought my lips to hers again and kissed her, making sure to keep mine glued to hers so her head wouldn't roll against the wall. I could feel the reverberations from her throat as her moaning continued. I was now attacking her sweet spot with such vigor that tears began to appear at the edge of her beautiful eyelids. She was home sick today but she still managed to put on her eyeliner. I would thank her for it later.

I shot my tongue into her mouth as I straddled her body, keeping my hand on her pussy. Her knees rammed into my thighs. She seemed like she was enduring the worst torture, but I knew this was no torture for my sweet little sister. I explored her teeth and her tongue and I spat into her mouth. I closed my lips and a smack reverberated throughout our eardrums. It was the first time either of us had kissed anyone, and I smiled. She just opened her mouth and moaned more, but who could blame her. I watched her face move with passion and she opened her eyes for a moment to see if I was still interested in kissing her. All I really saw was a flash of blue, because she quickly closed them again because I'm sure it seemed wrong to see your brother in front of you as such a feeling was attacking your private parts.

I kept my face inches from hers and she began screaming "OH GOD! OH! OH GAW! OH GOD! OH MY GOD!" as her saliva covered my face. Her body now beat up and down like a drum. A few more seconds passed before her body shuddered, and then went limp on her bed. I stopped moving my hand but I left it where it was. I felt her juices seep through her panties and then her pajamas. Her head remained on the wall and I could see her tongue inside of her mouth, the tongue that I had just gotten to know so well. I moved my hand from her pussy to my mouth, and I placed two of my fingers on my tongue and tasted her sweetness. I then took my ring finger and my pinky, and I stuck them in her mouth. She made no attempt to close her mouth and I wiped her own orgasm onto her tongue and her teeth. I removed my hand from her mouth and she came to her senses.

Her eyes opened and she smiled. Such love I had never seen on anyone's face before. She kissed me and then laid her head back on the wall. "Now," she said, "I know what sex feels like."

I laughed. I wasn't going to need that dime this time.