For a week straight, she came home from school and demanded that I touch her. Sometimes I would right away, needing it so badly, and sometimes I would ask her to wait until bedtime. I never strayed anywhere further away than the labia, inner and outer, and each time now, she got sexually excited. I didn't even know they could get this red at their age, and so I read up on it, and learned that girls could orgasm very young. Naturally, it interested me and I kept on thinking about her having an orgasm. It scared me because I didn't want her to become addicted to it. I wanted to her to return to me for the feeling, the caresses... but orgasms...

At the end of the week, she was breathing harder as I touched her inner lips, especially when we were in her bed. That Friday, I asked her:

"Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?"

She nodded without asking, and I turned off the lights and we slept. In the morning, I caressed her awake and when she realized she pretended to sleep so I could continue.

"How about I take you out today? Do you want to go to the park?"

There was a great carnivalesque park thing in our city, and she excitedly agreed.

"I can't touch you outside when other people are around though, okay? We'll have to do it always in my apartment when we're alone. Secret."

"Secret," she replied, giggling.

I watched her get dressed and then I went to my room. I was refraining from masturbation more and more because I wanted to become a bit more tolerant and controlled of my emotions. This was going to be a bumpy road, but it was going to be the most satisfying hurdles of my life.

We went out. I paid her ice cream and we played carnival games. I brought her to the Ferris wheel and we rode all the way up to the top. I'm glad that she didn't mention anything about our intimate life outside, but enjoyed being a child. I would never forgive myself should I steal her childhood away for sex. It sounded terrible. I wanted to please her, to please her was to please me.

We went back home and she took a shower. I left her alone. There were places she would have to feel completely safe in, and I chose the bathroom. If she would get mad at me, she could always lock herself in the bathroom. I was glad about that part. I would never attempt to break in there, or anywhere. I didn't want to put myself in a situation where she would fear me.

She came out of the shower dripping wet, and naked with a towel around her. I know because I watched her little bum scurry to her room so she could put on some clothes. I jacked off slightly as I waited for her to come back and switched to watching her shows and cartoons so she would join me, obviously I had pulled up my pants. She was wearing the skirt I had bought her and I assumed she had no panties on. I was right. She opened her legs in front of me and I heard her vulva pop as her lips separated and her vagina pulsed with anticipation.

She wanted it and she looked at me and blushed. I winked at her as we watched the show and I stroked her delicate lips, always avoiding her clitoris. She moaned softly to show that she enjoyed herself and I stopped after 15 minutes. I had read online that she would go numb after a longer period and she was always a bit sad when I stopped, but it made her come back for more.

I did not come to her room that night, but I heard a small knock at around ten. I was still up, reading, and she came to me, bottomless. She was in my space and in my space I did what I wanted. It was what I had read up and based my plan on. Here would be the first space where she would see my penis.

"I'm a bit busy," I told her, as I put my book down. I was naked underneath my sheets.

"Oh... okay. I can't sleep with you?"

"Why?"

"I liked it when you woke me up yesterday..."

"Ah, I can wake you up like that every morning, but I don't have to sleep with you like that to do so. Now come on, off to bed."

I threw the covers off my naked body and got up, as I shepherded her out of my room. She had looked at me and she had known how naked I was. I closed the door and heard her walk into her room slowly. What would be next?

I woke up early the next morning and decided to go into her room, naked. I tiptoed in and got under her sheets. She shifted slightly, but I simply stayed and did not touch her. It was too early for her to really awaken anyway. I did put my arms around her, and my hand found her flat girl chest. I held her like this and of course, with each second of us like this, I hardened dangerously. All right, I would do it.

I brought her legs together, close to my crotch. My palms sweaty, my heart ablaze with a million fires, I nestled myself in between her juicy, youthful, thighs. My penis caressed her vulva, and I moved slowly so I wouldn't wake her too abruptly. Of course, she opened her eyes and attempted to turn around to look at me, but I whispered:

"Close your eyes and feel yourself as I touch you."

She did so, she was so God-damn obedient. Damned to herself, and ever so holy to me. I motioned in and out of this friction space, all the while trying to rub against her genitals. She moaned, because I was probably touching her clitoris as this point. I pushed and my tip rolled fully on her moist bulb. She gasped and moaned out in pleasure. I did it again, and so did she.

"Does it feel good, Bee?"

She nodded and I continued, this time quickly, sharply, and she opened her throat and moaned hard and long the pleasure of her pulsating sex. It was enough for me and holding my penis in her thighs, I ejaculated. She didn't notice, but she must have felt the rippling of my organ. I turned her around and smiled at her. She was red and her forehead was sweaty. Her chest was heaving.

"I feel different... it feels different..."

"I'm just showing you a few other things... did you like them? Tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable about what we do and we'll stop."

"I don't want to stop."

"Good, me neither. Our secret is very special."

She nodded and I got up and walked out of her room quickly, because I was naked and she shouldn't really see me naked yet in her secondary sanctuary, the first being the bathroom.

I made her breakfast and since I had awakened her to the clitoral feelings, my guide told me to leave her alone and not touch her for the whole day.

She wasn't very much of a social butterfly my Bee, because she had lost her mother and her father was incapable, however... perhaps a visit to the centre would do her good. She would not associate with the sex I was making her feel and it would be special for her.

"We're going somewhere special today," I told her.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

She ate her breakfast and after we were fully dressed, we got in the car. The drive was nice and windy; it wasn't quite end of September yet, and it was still warm. We stopped at the centre and she frowned at me.

"Are we going to see daddy?"

"Yes. He wants to see you." Hopefully.

"But... I can't see him."

"Oh yes you can."

I got out of the car and went around to open the door for her. She stayed and crossed her arms. I sighed and bent down.

"If you see daddy now, I'll show you something new when we get home, okay?"

She gave me a suspicious eye. I took her pinky finger and whispered:

"Secret pinky promise."

I nodded and got out of the car. Why was it all too easy? Was there some sort of devil watching over me? No matter, I was able to put my sexuality aside and hold her hand tenderly and lead her toward her father.

"Can I tell daddy?"

"Tell him what?"

"Our secret?"

"No. You can't tell him because then it wouldn't be a secret and it would make me very sad."

"Okay..." She wasn't too bothered.

I led her toward the reception and asked for my brother. They said to wait in a small room where there stood a guard. She sat down and I sat down next to her and we waited. Finally, they brought him in and when he saw his daughter, he went around the table and hugged her.

"I missed you, Beatrice," he told her.

"I missed you too."

He looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks for bringing her."

"No problem, bro. I'm usually at home working and stuff on Sundays and missy watches TV. Might as well go out a bit, I said."

We stayed there and I monitored her very closely to make sure she didn't mention us, but she didn't. I was glad that she took the secret thing seriously. The one thing I was bothered about, however, was sex ed in school. It would be really soon. She would learn about rape and molestation... I wish I could pull her out of school, but it would have to be her father's decision. Now that she was mine, we could move away from the apartment into a small house, perhaps near Mont-St-Anne, near Quebec city, or Ile d'Orléans, where there was nothing, and no one.

The visit ended and I had to admit, I thought of going home to show her this 'new thing'. However, I didn't have to be home. Using the car would make it into a sex space, and I would have to sacrifice it, but then again, we could always be alone in the car.

"Do you want some ice cream?" I asked her.

"Yes!"

So we went to the parlour and she got a large ice cream she would never finish, so I didn't take any because I would finish hers. I drove her outside of town, and into the marshy forests. We stopped at a belvedere and she got out to look at the view of nature, all the while licking scrumptiously at the iced white cream that dribbled on her chin. Jesus...

"Are you going to finish it all?"

She shook her head cutely and I waved it over. As she stared out into the yonder, I ate her cone, knowing that her small tongue had been there. It was stupid, but it was special for me. Every little part of her counted. After this small pleasure, I went to the edge of the belvedere with her.

"Do you want me to show you the new thing?" I asked her. "We can go in the car since there is no one."

"Yeah!"

She skipped to the car and I said, "Backseat."

She nodded and sat there. I went on the other side and got in. I had to admit, it was risky. This wasn't a popular place and people didn't usually stop at this rather makeshift belvedere, however I felt invaded and unsafe. Still, I wanted to use the car. It was sexy.

Luckily, she had worn the skirt I had given her and I realized that if someone were to stop, she would be covered. It wasn't the most comfortable positioning, but to do this... I had to sacrifice comfort for pleasure. For sure. For very fucking sure.

"Kay, take off your panties."

She did so and opened her legs for me. Her vulva slowly parted like petals opening to the day sun.

"You know how I use my fingers to caress you?"

She nodded.

"I'm not going to use my fingers. They're too cold and rough. I'm going to use this." I took her hand and licked it gently, with lots of saliva.

She gasped slightly and closed her legs a bit. "Why?"

"Because it's going to make you feel very good and I want you to be happy."

"But... you can't put..."

"Why not? Can I try it and after a few seconds you can tell me to stop or to continue. Okay? Have I displeased you yet?"

She shook her head.

"So... can I?"

She was blushing furiously and finally, she nodded and opened her legs. I bent down and my tongue licked her outer lips. She gasped with a small note and I moved to the other, pressing warm and wet into her. I looked at her.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded.

"Do you want me to continue?"

She nodded again, always blushing. I licked her more, until I could not resist and passed my tongue over her clitoris. I felt the little bump under my tongue shift and with that came her moan of pleasure. I went back to her labia and suddenly felt her move her pelvis, telling my mouth to return to her clit. I did not obey, but I did suck her labia into my mouth and lick around her clitoris. She was moaning and sweating and after maybe now 20 minutes, I stopped. I hadn't focused on exciting her to orgasm, but just to introduce her to the feeling.

"No," she said. "More."

"More at home," I told her. "It's getting late."

She moaned and kept her legs open as I watched her vulva pulse, and her vagina leak her small girl cream that trickled down her thighs and onto my car seat. She glistened in my saliva and her lips were red from being sexually awakened. I was so surprised that this could happen to such a young girl, and it pleased me.

I had to admit it, the drive home was mostly me trying to get the picture of my dick inside of her out of my head. I was her uncle, and I wasn't a rapist, but should I bring her to a cabin in the woods, I would, totally, fuck her. Yes, it was going against what I had promised, but being what I was... oh Satan I would take every opportunity thrown at me.

-End of Part Two-