Morning came and I woke up. She was still naked and lying on top of me. No sex. You can do it Cole, be not tempted. I sighed and shook her slightly. She groused and I went to her drawers and picked out a beautiful outfit for her. I laid it out on her bed and then went to prepare some breakfast. I kept on sighing and attempting not to think of all the memories of me and my brother. We had a shit childhood and rebellious teenhood. Our young adult years... well... I still considered myself to be a young adult, but we did share around 7 years different. In between was our sister, who lived in Australia with her commonwealth Beau. She had also been molested by our father, and she sought to rid of these emotions through new experiences, which is what I always wanted, but never got. So, unfortunately, I turned out a pedophile.

She dressed herself in the clothes I had picked out for her and said,

"I didn't put any panties..."

"You should. You have school," I was severe. This was no time for sex.

"But... I really want..."

"Really want what?"

"I..." She looked down into her bowl of cereal and started to cry. I looked at her and realized that all she had been looking for was comfort and I had just been harsh.

"I'm sorry... Bee. I'm so sorry."

I grabbed her and brought her to the couch and rocked her gently. I kept on thinking of my guide. What if the guide didn't mean for me to actually go through with it. I had read it all and I had loved it, but now that I thought about it, it was probably written by some author as a work of fiction. I didn't know, and as much as I praised it, I also realized that I might be the only one actually putting it to use. And what were words on a PDF? Definitely not human.

My hand slipped under her long jumper, but then I paused. No. I said I wouldn't. I won't. Not now. She looked at me, tear-stricken and heart-broken. She had to go to school... else I would have to leave her here or take her with me. I wouldn't take her there. She needed to stay. I didn't want her to be alone nor did I want her to be with anyone. I would risk it.

"Bee, you can stay home from school today, but I have to go out and see what... do to about everything, okay?"

"Okay..."

"You're going to stay here, not eat anything, you can drink some water." I went into the kitchen and got her some water, "and watch TV."

She nodded and I was off to the Centre. They had already picked up his body and they gave me a box with his few things in them. One of which was his will. It was written soon after Bee's mother had died. It said,

If you are reading this, then I am dead, or you're rummaging through my shit and fuck off! If not, well these are my last words, I guess. I don't know who you're going to be, but if you are Cole or Jessica, then know that Beatrice is now parent-less. Her Godfather is Cole and so I would like him to take care of her until she is ready to live by herself. If Cole is dead too, then I want Jessica to watch over her. Beatrice can have all of my things and every single penny in my inheritance. I don't want a funeral; I'm not someone to be remembered. Give my organs if they want them, give everything in my body. Keep a few pictures for my Beatrice so she remembers my face. Tell her I love her. If this is you, Daddy always loved you

I couldn't continue reading. I was struck with a bolt of lightning. My brother had given her to me. Not Jess, me! Why? Because I lived in the same city? I sat down in my car, his things in the back and I wondered... what exactly should I do with her? Wait until she forgets. And to make her forget was to get her out of school and make her see the world. Yeah, I would do that.

I brought all the shit home and put the box in my room. Bee was on the couch, watching her program and she followed me with those eyes that wondered and questioned. I brought her the letter and read out the part designated to her and also that I was to be her guardian. She jumped into my arms with joy upon hearing the news. I wondered how much of her father she had missed. She had only been with me for barely a week. Before then she had gone through the loss of her mother and now her father... And I was feeling all shameful and guilty. I got away from her before I could think of anything that concerned our sexuality, and went to the phone. I called up the school and went into my office. It was rather easy to pull her out, telling them that her father had died and everything. I had to call the board, tell them I was her guardian now and they were going to hook me up with the tools I would need to home-school her. Or not. Brainwashing her with stupid school things would not help her in life anyway. She knocked on my door. I got out of my office and she whispered to me:

"Cole... I'm sad."

"I know you are. Do you want to cuddle on my bed?"

She nodded and I took her small hand and led her into my bedroom. I took off my shirt and jeans and I went over to her. As she stood, I sat at the foot of my bed and said to her: "Lift your arms." She did so and I removed the jumper from her petite body. She, indeed, had no panties, but she did have little frilly girl socks that I had picked out for her, that I had bought her, because I knew I would like seeing her in them. Just looking at her made me hard, despite all the tumult around us. It was working. My chosen sex space had been justly so. She was seeking comfort and I would give it to her. Of course, I wouldn't initiate it. I lay down, my penis ready to burst from the material of my briefs, and she crawled next to me and lay down as well. I laced my arms around her and kissed her back. I kissed her neck, and shoulders and finally, reached around to caress her pubis. She moaned softly and opened her legs. I was bursting, but I managed to keep it at the soft caress of her labia, and of my own hand. I did kiss her, though, which was not recommended in the guide, however, I was using it in a form of consolation. It think it was working.

"Make me come," she whispered.

For her, an orgasm was fun, was pleasing. For sure she would want it. I took off my boxers and got on top of her. I couldn't hold it any longer. I wanted to delve into her mouth, to ravish her tongue with mine. So I kissed her on the mouth. She kissed back, a child's kiss, a slight pucker.

"When I kiss you, open your lips and follow my movement."

She did so and momentarily I got to make-out with her. I bent over and flicked my tongue onto her sweltering pearl before placing my thighs on each side of hers. I pulled her legs up and placed my penis upon her sex. I moved up and she moaned sweetly.

"Hold me," I told her.

She did, placing her arms around my shoulders and neck. I rubbed again, and then I paced myself, and did to her what I knew as outercourse. We were both being satisfied, although the tension that my penis was inches from being inside her was almost killing me. I would have to finger her first, should I ever venture my tip into her small opening.

I had sworn not to penetrate her, but I was giving myself the excuse that the tip didn't count. It was just the tip. I did not hold back too many of my groans but felt every single inch of her vulva bend and moisten to my hardening member, always wanting more, feeding on every single aspect that made her a child, that made her to beautifully innocent.

Although she also moaned, and fed upon me for sexual enjoyment, for erotic pleasure. Her thighs pushed apart more and more and she was starting to motion herself to me, all the while breathing every single moment with a note of utter bliss.

"Cole..." she mewled.

I quickened and she drooled and reached for my arm and squeezed me. She screamed out my name and contracted violently, just as I let go and groaned the ecstasy of my orgasm. I ejaculated onto her belly and chest and then we both panting on my bed. I took a tissue and wiped her.

"I think we're going to go on a little vacation, you and I."

"We are?"

"Yes. How about it?"

"I want to... Where..." She was getting tired, and I pulled her close to me and watched her as her eyes drooped close. "Where... are we going?"

"Maybe the Netherlands. We can go three months there without a Visa."

"What's..."

"Sleep," I hushed, and she did.

The next morning, I awoke and booked us two tickets to the Netherlands. I was psyched, and I looked over at her, still sleeping like an angel, drooling on my pillows. I uncovered her and caressed her arms and back. She was my lover, and I wouldn't always want her. I could also just touch her, cajole her. She awoke, and got up to go pee. I heard her take a shower. I wouldn't be surprised should she find her belly sticky. I prepared breakfast and we had a regular morning. Outside of my room, she acted as the guide told me she would: normally. She was sad about her father's death and didn't say anything to me or the TV.

"Are we really going on a trip?" she asked me finally, near lunchtime.

"Yeah. We are! You're going to like it. Beautiful scenery."

She nodded and I proposed we played a board game together. She had brought at least one from her house. She agreed and we played Candyland. I ended up enjoying myself. It was a simple game, and yet, it gave me the chance to be a child with her. There was probably still a part of me that was a child, and that was why I communicated so well with her. She wasn't intimidated by me because as much as I watched over her, I was also her friend. I cared about what she liked, and wanted her to feel good. For sure, she didn't see me as a father-figure, no... but as a guarding and a friend. I didn't expect her to see me as a lover, or to understand exactly what that meant. I just couldn't let other people know what we really were. Amsterdam was my destination.

Beatrice didn't come to my room that night, but went to bed. I was slightly disappointed, but I didn't make a big fuss about it. Our plane was leaving tomorrow evening. Hopefully before then, perhaps in the morning. I fell asleep, naked on my bed because it was over thirty million degrees in my room. I was gently awoken, because I could feel something tingling in my pelvis, no... I opened my eyes and heard footsteps scurry away. I frowned, woke-from-dreaming, and that I was erected, not fully, but slightly. She... I couldn't believe it! She had molested me! I smiled and then laughed.

"Bee! I know it was you! C'mere!"

She showed herself, naked as well. I crawled to the foot of the bed and found her pajamas there. She moved toward me, her head down slightly.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No. You're never in trouble with me, well... there is one thing that could make you in trouble."

I was severe for this one. I had to be.

"What?"

"Telling anyone our secret. Our secret that we see each other naked and touch each other in our beds and on the couch and sometimes in the car."

"Okay... but you know I won't tell."

"I do know. I trust you, Bee. Now, don't lie to me now, what were you doing?"

"I..." She looked away, toward the window and fiddled with her hands. "I wanted to..."

Jesus Christ she was sexy! I didn't use that word much, but I looked at her, standing there naked in the indigo darkness of my room and I was soon at full mast.

"You wanted to touch me?" I asked. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by forcing her to claim her sexual curiosities, but I wanted her to admit them.

She nodded bashfully and I opened my arms.

"C'mere." She did so and I took her, a small bag of flour she weighed, and set her down on my chest as I lay down again. "I want you to do to me everything you want. If I don't like it, I'll tell you. If I just make noises, ignore me, okay?"

She nodded and looked at me. I don't know if she was blushing, because I couldn't see her in this light, but I could feel her. It started with the moist, hotness of her sex on my chest, and then continued with her fingers gliding down over my belly. She got off me because she wanted to turn around and touch my penis. She put her hand around me and squeezed me a bit. She retracted my foreskin and did to me what she had done a few days back. She leaned forward and tasted me.

"Did you like putting your mouth on me, Bee?"

She nodded, I could see her hair bouncing yes in the dark. I was getting more and more used to it, and soon, I saw her tongue flick on my tip, and I groaned in ecstasy. She looked at me and I smiled.

"Ignore me, I'm fine. It feels good."

She smiled back and put me in her mouth, and sucked. "Wow, Bee," I told her, breathing heavily now. "You make me the happiest guy alive..."

She continued and I groaned more and did not control my breathing, but let everything flow out of my body. Had Lilith really sent her to me? Was all this happening for my sake? I felt narcissistic at the moment, but it really felt like everything made me have Beatrice.

I took a hold of her head. "I'm going to come."

Her mouth made a sucking noise as she stopped. I ejaculated and once more, didn't hold on to anything, but let it fill me with a thousand fires, scorching my soul, scarring me with this innocent splendour, and sweet abandon.

I was panting, but she was sitting and wondering what to do. I think she understood that we felt the same during an orgasm. It wouldn't be fair if I would leaving her longing, so I patted the pillows next to me. I got on my knees despite my tiredness and lack of energy and pulled her legs apart. I folded her knees back and reached my hands under her behind to hold her.

"Play in my hair while I suck you," I told her.

I buried my face in her small, child sex and I lavished her with my tongue. She, as I had done, held nothing in, all the time. She didn't understand that her sexual lamentations were shameful to the ears of a churchgoer. She was a child, and children didn't need restraints. They needed to explore, to feel, to be free, to run naked and sing, dance, play. She also didn't understand that the more she moaned, the more I longed for her.

I sucked her clitoris, and focused all my energy on making her orgasm. She tugged at my hair and slight pain was exactly what I needed right now. It didn't take long before my chin was wet with her milk, and her entire sex was sweltering hot. I lapped her up and then pulled her whole basin and pushed her vulva into my mouth to maximize the pressure of my hot tongue on her sensitive button. She moaned and squealed, and finally, she froze and came, her vagina pulsing out her cream and her clitoris going haywire in my mouth. She breathed out with little 'ahhs' each time, until her sex was jumping with blood pulsations. The grip on my hair relaxed and I looked up. She smiled at me.

"This is fun," she said to me.

"More fun than Candyland?"

"More fun."

She closed her eyes and went to sleep. I envied her youthful ability to hit the pillow and fall into Morpheus' arms. I really did.