I suppose I didn't tell you anything about myself did I? Well...as you may already know, I'm a pedophile. I keep it mostly under wraps, in control, but there are times when hearing a little girl say "but I wanna sit next ta daddy!" will get me ready to cum. Now, I'm only twenty-seven, but I can pinpoint the exact moment I became a pedophile when I think back to it now. It started as kind of a joke between friends. A simple "Hey Shawn, man, can I date your sister?" an appalled reply of,"Fuck dude! She's ten!" and some laughter. But then, the same week when I went over to Shawn's place, I rang his doorbell and was greeted by the sight of his little sister in a red bikini, one perfect a-cup breast dotted haphazardly with white polka dots, the other wrapped in stripes.

"Hey Michael, how are yah?" said the little vixen.

"Same stuff, different day. Not much to complain about. And besides, getting to see you in a bikini is a big plus Amy."

She blushed at this. She has been dropping hints like mad that she likes me. Always acting real close, when really all I know is her name.

But, if it sounds like i was discouraging her actions, you have the wrong impression.

She would have say in my lap for about...two and a half hours, squirming and wiggling around while her brother and I watched movies or played games. There were a few jump-scares in the movie, but I didn't mind because every single time, Amy would grab on to me and scream into my chest.

Now, after the first time I was hard as a rock. At the second, I nearly came just from her breath's warmth as she screamed.

I had to get away, just to calm down for a second before I shot off all over myself. So I didn't even finish the movie that day. I just went home, feigning stomach issues, Shawn calling me a pansy for not finishing the movie.

But now that I'm was at Shawn's place again, (It's been about a month since then, we still talk, me and Shawn, but I haven't been over to catch up with him or his sister.) Amy practically fused into me she was holding on so tight. She had changed from her bikini after showing off and going up to her room at her brother's request, but now that she was in a flowing summer dress she was even more cute/sexy than I remember. Every move made the short dress sway and every time I could see her cute little girl style panties, her little pussy outlined in their fabric.

When Shawn would go to the bathroom, pausing the video game we were playing, some old Street Fighter that he had picked out of the bargain bin, I would have nothing to do other than talk to his sister, who was sitting in my lap, watching my fingers move, tapping the controller lightly out of boredom, waiting.

She turned around and got right to the point about fifteen minutes after we had started.

"So, will you have sex with me?"

My reaction, I admit, was not as suave as I would have liked it to be. I coughed loudly, and stared into her eyes in surprise.

"Well?" she ask nonchalantly as if it was a line she used all the time.

"God, I certainly hope she doesn't." I remember myself thinking as I still looked with my mouth agape at her questions

My mouth started to work again after that.

"Uhm...well, I mean..."

Yeah, a lot of eloquence there.

"What? I've liked you for a really long time and my mom told me when I asked her about sex that it's something you only do with somebody you like a lot." She said.

So innocent.

So virginal.

So sexy...really...really...fucking sexy...

I had lost it. My morals, my knowledge of right and wrong. I was gone.

"Yeah of course! If you've liked me for a while of course I'll have sex with you. But, let's keep it a secret from everyone ok? We could both get in a lot of trouble of anybody found out."

Yeah, but me just a bit more than you, doll...

"Ok!" she almost yelled she was so happy. "When are we going to-?!"

"Going to what Amy? Michael?" Shawn said as he walked back in the room.

"Michael said that he'll take me on a date someday! He hasn't told me when yet though..."

Jesus! The kids a natural liar!

"Oh, I see, ...hmm...we talked about this and...I don't know if I like that Michael, maybe I'll tell Sandi about that...or maybe I won't...but you gotta do something for me first."

Sandi was my long time girlfriend. That is, until she found out about my...condition. She kept it a secret though so I'm still good friends with her.

You know...my condition...my Pedophilia? Right, well I suppose it must be call something right? Sexuality is too vague and people often get the wrong impression, and disease has much to negative of a connotation and could also give the wrong idea. Condition is right in the middle. It could be physical, psychological, anything really and often makes people more accepting of people like me...

"Hey, hey, Sandi doesn't need to know a thing bout this, so how bout this, you let me have your sister one weekend, and never speak of it to Sandi, and I won't tell your Zealot of a mother where you hide your Porn..."

Got him.

His reaction was so powerful it was like I had punched him in the gut...with a tractor.

"WHA- HEY WHOA, SHE...she doesn't need to know that..." Shawn said slowly gaining composure back.

"Hmm...then we have an agreement?"

"Of course...but...how did you..."

"Your mattress was misaligned, your porn folders are simple to get into, and more than a few of those books are obviously hollow. The Illiad? Really? Last book you read was "Superfudge" dude, I don't think that your taste has been refined that quickly."

"Ah...right..."

Amy giggled at this, and Shawn got even more red.

"So...how's this weekend for you Amy?" I asked, loud enough for Shawn to hear in the next room

"Sounds wonderful" she responded in the same volume.

We laughed, cuddled, and watched "Toy Story 2"

And then I went home, eager for the weekend to come.