She was my niece. The daughter of my brother. I had known her my whole life, as long as I knew what I was, who I was. Her mother died and my brother had been incapable of raising her due to heavy depression, drug to me. She was still young, still in primary school. It was a bit difficult for me at first. I was not used to people being in my apartment and I had been forced to hide certain items from her sight. Although I was a recluse and I worked from home, I was not bad-looking, and I kept in shape.

I was healthy of body, we could say, not that I was of mind. But there was nothing I could change about that. There was one thing, however, that was certain: I wasn't going to hurt her. Never would I harm her in a violent way. It wasn't me to punch and yell. She was sad, herself, for having lost her parents and she didn't need more pain.

She needed pleasure. I wanted to justify everything through this tactic and so I decided to perhaps plan out some sort of brainwashing technique. I executed it when she came home from school and started watching comics. I had food cooking slowly in the kitchen and it was warm in the apartment. I wasn't wearing much and she had her regular every-day clothes. I had bought her some new ones, and I surprised her with them.

"For me?"

"Yeah, thought you might like them."

"They're really nice! Thank you!"

"Why don't you try them on?" I asked her. "Right here. Let me help you out of those pants."

I reached for her button and she let me, because she had trust in me. I pulled down her jeans and gave her the skirt I had bought her. She put it on and then removed her shirt to try on the new camisole.

"They fit you great!" I told her, as I was attempting to hide my raw, craving, emotions. "I'm going to do a load of washing, since you have your clothes on, I'll wash your dirty ones. Give me anything dirty."

She ran to her room and placed all her dirty clothes in front of the bathroom. She went back to me and I said:

"How about the panties your wearing? You've had them on all day."

"Oh... ok..."

She was a bit skeptical, but she ended up pulling them down and giving them to me. I went to the bathroom door and she continued watching the comics. I quickly shoved her clothes in the washer, my heart pounding madly. Making sure she stayed on the couch, I went to the kitchen to check on the food, and then I went and sat down next to her.

She was sitting with her legs slightly outward. It made my mind reel. I hoisted her and placed her on my lap and she cuddled to me. I placed my hand on her thigh and caressed it. My penis was already fucking hard, ready to burst. I traced little circles around her under thigh, and then my index climbed to her soft, hairless pubis. I didn't know if she had been taught anything about molestation, but I was never going to hurt her, therefore she could never know that this was wrong. Right?

I only caressed her outer lips very briefly and then let go of her and went into the kitchen. I freed my erection and jacked off, knowing she was in the next room, perhaps a bit confused. She was so glued on the television, God knew if she had felt anything. I didn't want to come, so I reluctantly stopped and zipped back up before serving supper.

"Supper's ready, Bee." I called her Bee; it was endearing.

She skipped into the kitchen, sat on her chair and started to eat. She did not ask any questions, and so I decided that perhaps I could try it again. The mere thought of touching her once more was so exciting. I was ridiculously hard for the meal, sometimes reaching subtly into my pants to touch myself as she talked about her day at school. She never noticed these things.

We did the dishes together and she went back to watching the television. I got in my pajamas and I went over to her.

"Can I watch TV with you?" I asked her.

She nodded and I sat next to her. She looked over at me once and then continued to watch her show. After a little while, she gazed up at me again and I chuckled manipulatively.

"What is it, Bee?"

"Nothing."

"Do you want me to hold you?"

She shrugged, but then nodded and climbed on top of me. I started to caress her like I did before. She watched her show. I wanted her to ask what I was doing, it was part of my plan, but she didn't. She tolerated that I caressed her inner thigh, that I rearranged her so that her legs would be far apart. Finally, I touched her labia again, caressing it ever so gently. She looked up at me and whispered:

"What are you doing?" She was more confused than anything else.

"Do you want me to stop?" I answered.

She did not know what to answer.

"Do you like it? I'm just caressing you."

"But... you're touching me there."

"I'll stop if you want to."

She didn't answer, and so I continued, very slowly, very lightly, I passed my thumb this time over her outer lips. She smiled up at me and whispered:

"It feels good."

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it. You can come to me for caresses like this, but it's nothing something you tell anyone else. Only you and me, okay?"

"Okay..."

She closed her eyes and enjoyed my gentle touch. Oh, Jesus, it was hard on me, though. I wish I could have jacked off right there, but things had to be slow and progressive with her, else nothing would work. I did this to her, keeping only on her labia for around 10 to 15 minutes and then I stopped. I kissed her cheek and said,

"I'm going to bed now. Don't stay up past nine thirty, okay?"

"Okay!"

I went to my office and I masturbated until I came an orgasm that filled me with ethereal light that I knew I would only get perhaps once in my existence. I had done it right, hopefully, but then again, maybe I was going to fall into the same pitfall as my Brothers, the men in the world who loved children.

The next morning, I did my routine and she woke up and I made her a bowl of porridge. She ate it in front of the tube, and although I was mostly trying to start off my day with a nice cup of black coffee, I heard:

"Cole?"

"Yeah?" I responded, yawning.

"Can you caress me again?"

I almost dropped my cup. I had not expected that. What to respond? To make her wait is to make her long. To satisfy her is to make her curious... damn.

"Yeah, sure," I responded.

I walked into the lounge and found her bottomless, her thighs completely open, showing her little vagina and vulva, ready for my fingers to amuse. I was about to die, but instead I took the reins and I sat down next to her.

"Watch your show," I told her, as my thumb found the outer labia and I started to caress.

She smiled suddenly, because it was pleasing her. Truly, I wasn't exciting anything sexual inside of her, it was just like a back rub, or a pat on the shoulder, only it was... well... on her genitals. I touched her for again, 15 minutes, and then I stopped.

"Noo... more."

"I have things to do," I lied.

"After school, but remember, don't tell anyone about this or let anyone do it to you apart from me. Only I know how, and if they try, it's not fun at all."

"No?"

"Nope. It's our little secret okay?" I whispered.

"Okay..." she said, smiling.

She put on her panties and school pants just in time to grab her things and head off to the bus. I didn't want to hear the phone ring and the school telling me I was going to be arrested.

After coming three times, and attempting to get my work done in my office, I started to stress. I only wanted her to come home so I could ask her if she told anyone about what had happened. After seemingly an eternity, I heard the front door open, and her coming in, asking for me. I went out of my office and found her smiling, her aura peaking, bubbly.

"Can you do it to me now?"

Her small voice was intoxicating, and the question, oh Lucifer!

"Did you think about it all day?" I had to ask.

"Yes."

"Did you tell anyone?"

"No."

"Not anyone?"

"No. It's our secret."

I was very relieved. At once, should I go further, perhaps I was risking it. Now I had some delicious petals to caress. No, I wanted more. So much more. The only thing I would never do to her is rape her. I would never penetrate her vagina with my penis, I swore it. But I considered all other options open.

"How about later, before you go to sleep? We'll be more comfy in your bed..."

"Okay..." she muttered, disappointed.

She watched some television and I made supper. It was our usual routine. However, I went and finished my work and cleaned up my station. It was nearing nine-thirty and she came to my door and asked:

"Cole? I'm going to bed now."

"All right. I'm coming." I wish.

I got off my chair and brushed my teeth before entering her bedroom. She was under her sheets.

"Do you want me to read you a story while I do it?"

"No."

So she was feeling it all, then? Excellent.

I got into bed with her and noticed that she was completely naked now. This was beautiful. I had seen her before, but now that the context was as such, wow, I couldn't describe my awe. Her small female nipples, pink and subtly pointed... Her thin body, sucked in stomach and skin smooth like a babe's inner thighs. Her eyes found mine and I smiled my comfort, my level of wicked pleasure to her.

She opened her legs as my hand caressed down her stomach and down to her pelvis. I started my usual caress and she cuddled to me and closed her eyes. I risked it. For one stroke, I went further in and touched the wet lips that neared her clit. She did not react and so I continued, once in a while moving my finger into the wet part of her vulva. I was so in heaven, and yet as a follower of the devil by nature, I knew these flames were nothing but extreme, pure and yet dark passion.

"It feels good," she repeated from the last time.

"I'm glad you like it. You like it when I go in a bit more?"

"Yes." She was opening her mouth and breathing more steadily, because she had to control herself.

"I'll do it more, then."

I did so and for the first time, she moaned, very softly. I felt around subtly and indeed, she had creamed herself, and her clitoris had hardened. That's when I stopped.

"Go to sleep now, okay?"

She did not respond for another few seconds. Her eyes were closed and the corners of her lips lifted ever so slightly.

"Okay," she sweetly replied.

I turned off her light and as soon as I was outside of her room, I unzipped myself and ejaculated onto the wall opposite me. She was going to kill me, that beautiful rascal. Panting, I tissued the wall and got into bed myself, and dreamed of my sweet accomplishments.

-End of Part One-