I got off the bus and watched her run toward our place. I walked, feeling a bit... reluctant. I had to tell her now. The guide had led me here, to the point of no return. She was not only demanding sexual favours, but needing them. It was true that I felt terrible about taking her virginity, but I also wanted it like there was no tomorrow.

We arrived and I found her sitting on the steps, pouting.

"You're slow."

"You're demanding," I told her, smiling.

I unlocked the door and she ran to my bedroom. Yeah, she was too eager for this. I couldn't disappoint her. I went to the washroom and got ready, physically and mentally. I was going to do this. I was going to have sex with a child. Not only a child, my niece. Everything about this was so wrong and yet, I couldn't ignore my throbbing erection that greedily desired her. What could possibly go wrong? I was clean. She was too young to become pregnant. She was eager, and her vagina was large enough for me, hopefully. It would probably still hurt her, but then, we would be free. No, I would be free. It would be up to her to choose whether she would want to continue.

"Coooole!" she cried out. "Come on!"

"Yeah!" I called back, nervous and excited.

Naked, it went into the bedroom and closed the door. I also locked it and made sure the curtains were well-placed. The window was closed and I turned on the air-conditioning so it would make noise. No condom, lube... I reached for my Vaseline and applied a fair amount on my hard-on and then I moved toward her on my knees. She had her legs open and was waiting for me.

"We're going to have sex, Beatrice," I said, seriously.

"We are?" she asked, too eager to be scared, but aware enough to be curious. Her eyes showed me tenderness and faith.

"We are. I'm not going to lie to you, it might hurt a bit, but it's a natural thing that boys and girls do and your body is meant to get used to it. After that, it'll feel extremely good all the time."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not just sure, it's the truth. Are you ready?"

She looked away, but then nodded and law down on my pillows. I lubed her vaginal area, pulling down on her walls, perhaps for nothing. It reassured me a bit, and then aligned my penis to her. She was definitely wider than the first time I had put my face in her beautiful sex.

My heart was pounding. I had never felt so nervous about this in my life, and never have I been more prepared. She looked at me, looked at my face and I smiled at her. Slowly, I pushed in my tip, because that part was easy, but then I went deeper, feeling already the warm, cushioned and yet tight flesh. I went a bit deeper and she made a small noise.

"Does it hurt?"

"A bit, yes. But... it's normal?"

"Very normal. If it hurts too much though, tell me. It's supposed to feel tight, like the vibrator, but bigger, stretching you out. Do you feel like that?"

She nodded.

"Good. A little more, and you can tell me if it hurts too much..."

I moved into her again, watching my shaft disappearing inside of her. Her body was so small, she could barely fit her legs around me. I glanced my thumb over her clit and rubbed her, just so she could open up a bit more for my cock. I had never boasted about my size, but compared to her and her vagina, I was huge. She whined and pushed her hips up. I pushed in a bit more and she gasped, and looked into my eyes. I bent down and kissed her. She opened her mouth and moved her lips against mine.

She smiled and held on to my neck. I went in a bit deeper, and found that I smoothed with ease, and I took her completely. My pelvis was against her, and for a few seconds I revelled in the simple truth that I was inside her, that I had been the first man to take her.

"What do I feel like, Bee?"

"Hard..."

"Does it hurt?"

She nodded, shyly. "But not a lot."

"Good."

I was so hot, sweat rolled off my back and I shook with anticipation as I held myself over her, and watched her look around nervously, and stared at where our bodies made one.

"We're having sex now? This is what making babies is?"

"Yes, but since you can't have a baby yet, there's no danger of that happening."

"Danger? Why is it a danger?"

"Well... I'm your uncle and like you said, I can't make a baby with you. I can, but it's not right."

She nodded, and I pulled out and pushed back in, slowly. She winced, but also breathed in astonishment. I did it again, and she clutched the sheet under her.

"Cole...!"

"Do you like it?"

She shrugged, and I repeated.

"It feels good and it hurts too."

It was almost the same for me. She was so tight, it was practically scary, but it was also ridiculously satisfying. I groaned and she gasped.

"Cole... it's harder now."

"I'm going to come, Bee. Feel me inside of you."

Her large eyes stared at me as I myself clutched the sheets and felt those few seconds between orgasm and pressure-build up electrifying my entire existence. I ejaculated, and glowed in my ecstasy as I emptied myself completely inside of her. She squealed as I did so, holding my shoulder blades and wincing.

And then it was over. I had fulfilled myself completely. I pulled out, my penis pink with my semen and her blood. Not too much blood though, just the right amount. She was going to close her legs, but she crinkled her nose and kept her legs open.

"Stay here," I told her, as I wobbled into the bathroom, which was my safe space.

I took out a facecloth and ran some warm water on it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had done it. I had... well... I hadn't raped her, I had done it the right way, hopefully. I was proud and I was ashamed, but only slightly, deep down in my moral, adult, sense of things.

I went back to her and found her smiling. I passed the cloth very lightly on her, and still took my time to observe my semen dripping out of her newly stretched vagina.

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"No... but... I still feel like you're there."

"Yeah? I'll be there again."

"You will?"

"If you want to. Next time it'll feel less pain and more pleasure. Did you get what I meant by it would feel really good?"

She nodded slowly and I sat down next to her and cuddled her. She held on to my chest and pressed her head on me, her long ashen hair framing her flushed visage. She couldn't have been more beautiful.

I fell asleep, and when I awoke I was alone. I stretched and got up, wanting some water. Bee wasn't in the lounge-kitchen. She wasn't in the bathroom. She was in her room. I got out my guide. Yeah, Cole, you fucked the guide and life fucked you back. It said blatantly that after first penetration... shit... the words struck me:

Place child in their secluded safe space yourself. Make no other stop.

I chugged a glass of water and looked at her bedroom door. She had brought herself into it. What would it change? Would it really affect her whole psychology? The guide told me not to bother her for a while. It had been a while. It was nearing the evening now. Man, we slept so irregularly. I went to her door and knocked.

"Bee?"

"Yes?" her voice trembled.

I passed my hand over my forehead, and sighed. "Do you want to talk?"

"No..."

"Do you want to play with the kids at the park? I'm sure they'll be kids there..."

"Cole..." she whined.

My heart squeezed and I stared at the door with torment and dread washing over me. What the FUCK? I was her uncle! I was an adult! I was... a pedophile. Active. Cruel. Yes. I sighed. It was who I was. I opened her door and she gasped and hid under her sheets.

"Are you scared of me?"

"No..." she lied. I could tell now.

"Why are you scared of me?"

She shrugged.

"Tell me, Bee."

"I'm not scared."

"Beatrice."

"Why... did it hurt do much?"

My heart pounded and I was dizzy once more, needing to drink some water. I couldn't answer her question, I had to refer to the guide. I decided to remain silent, turn around and drink that cool, clear solution.

"Cole!" she shouted, angrily. "Why?"

"Do you still hurt?" I asked her, checking the guide. It said that a warm bath would help her.

"Yes. It still hurts."

"I know how to make it better."

"You're just going to bring me into your room and..."

"Look, you were the one who wanted it. You refused everything else, and I guessed you were mature enough to take it. You weren't, but you agreed to this. You didn't move away or tell me to stop. I would have, but you didn't. Own up to your decision."

"But... I didn't know."

"You had sex with me, so what? It just brings you closer to realizing your potential as a human being. I mean, becoming not just a little girl, but..." No... holy Dark Messiah... "a woman." I turned around, looked away from her. I couldn't do this. I did it, and now it was over. There was no going back. I had wanted to fuck her, all this time and I've now done it and everything was over. I wouldn't live my life with a woman.

"Really?"

"For sure, Bee, but... you're right. I should have never hurt you like this. I'm sorry. I'm not... sorry for what we did. I'm sorry that you didn't expect it hurting."

"It's okay."

I turned to her and found her wiping her eyes and sighing.

"For real, though, I'll run you a nice warm bath. Come here."

"Will you come with me?"

"At this point, I'll do only what you want."

"I want you to come with me."

"I will then."

She wasn't a woman yet. She was ten, almost eleven. We still had time to adjust ourselves. I still had time to enjoy her for all that she was.

I ran a warm bath for her and I got in first and she after, in the midst of my legs. I was really not in the mood. All I wanted was her to feel better. I should have never penetrated her. She touched my chest and turned her body around, showing me her sex from behind.

"Can you wash it?"

"Sure." I did so, very professionally, very gingerly.

"I can feel like you're still there."

I didn't say anything. She moved on me, her small limbs over my strong, manly ones. Her hands pressed down on my muscles, stretched my skin and she rested her body on my chest, balling herself up in a fetal position.

I lifted her chin and I kissed her. She kissed back, and moved her lips upon mine, pressing and pushing into my mouth. I chuckled, because I adored her. I didn't have to think of the future. I had her now. Small, bending, beautiful.

"I don't want to be your uncle anymore, Bee. Forget that I ever was."

"Are you my boyfriend?"

"No."

"I'm your lover."

She smiled and kissed me this time, and moved her pelvis up. She reached for my stiffening penis and took it into her newly blossomed sex. She moved herself up and down, and moaned out the extreme pleasure and perhaps still a bit of pain. She kissed me again, as she fucked me, and I turned to my demons. In the end, there had been no one but me. She had not fallen for the guide, for Lucifer, but the man that I was, that I had always been.

She was my niece. The daughter of my brother. Now she was mine, for moments that would last forever.

Acta est Fabula