Jack was my big brother, and his eldest daughter, Molly, who was adopted, was just eight years younger than I. When I was a kid, I played with the child, and when I was a little older, I baby-sat for her. We loved each other very much. As a teenager I snuggled and kissed her regularly, without sexual intent; she was such a small girl. Molly was part of my life, like Jack was and Mom was. I did not think about her sexually, although when I was thirteen and she was five I fondled her legs as she sat on my lap in the dim light of her bedroom. She was clad just in her panties. She leaned back onto me as I sat with her on her bed. I stroked her legs, especially her soft thighs, and I grew excited. I did nothing more than that, although I had to make a conscious decision not to touch her further. She was such a beautiful child, and I loved her so much. I knew that it was wrong to touch her with sexual intent, and so I didn't.

I watched her grow, each month more beautiful. She always clung to me, because I was her favorite person. I knew that, and I felt a special obligation to protect her. I loved her too thoroughly to desire her physically, even as she grew tall for her age at nine and ten. She trusted me with the certainty of the Sun rising in the morning. Her mom came to refer to us as "those lovers", and it was true. We were indeed lovers, chaste lovers. Molly actually stunted my social development. In high school I did not date girls, because of her, because of my love of her. I masturbated, of course, but I never thought of her when I did it. That would have been too gross. I fantasized about some of the girls in my class and in the neighborhood, but Molly remained my girl, and so I did not date.

I graduated from high school and went off to college when I was eighteen and Molly was ten. It was a tearful parting. Because my university was two thousand miles away, and also because I didn't have the money for traveling, I did not visit home on Thanksgiving or Christmas. I didn't return home until late May, when the Spring semester ended.

The first thing that I noticed upon returning home after nine months away was that Molly, in that brief period of time, had been transformed. Apparently she was physically precocious, and she had entered pubescence almost a year earlier than the average girl. She was then eleven, three months shy of her twelfth birthday. She had grown inches taller, but she was not gawky or spindly. She was, of course, slender, although her limbs were shapely and sufficiently fleshed out so that she looked very soft. Small breasts pushed at her blouse. Her face had not changed very much -it was still beautiful - but I could discern a new maturity in the way she spoke and expressed herself. I had loved Molly since she was an infant. Upon returning home, however, I fell hopelessly in love with her in a new and fearful way. I tried to deny her physical, sexual attraction. I kept telling myself that she was just eleven years old, an innocent child. I reproached myself for having sexual fantasies about her as I lay in bed at night, just drifting off to sleep, when a person is most vulnerable to such thoughts. When I masturbated, I struggled not to think of her, but always, at orgasm, she filled my mind.

The top of her golden head came to my chin. Her aroma was usually that of Ivory soap and baby shampoo. Molly had an oval, innocent looking face with delicate features. She unnerved me, when she would lean against me, wanting a hug, as she looked deeply into my eyes. When I encircled her waist with my arms, she seemed larger, more substantial than I remembered. She had the heft of a budding young woman. I could not avoid her, stay away from her, because she sought me out.

I lived with my mother in a house next door to Jack's and Molly was always over. From the first day of my return home she caused me great discomfort by her constant snuggling against me, sitting on my lap like she had done when she was younger, presenting her pretty face for kiss. I resisted her, but the girl became my single masturbatory fantasy.

One day, not long after my return home from school, Molly and a couple of her girl friends played in the spray of a sprinkler in her backyard. They were all clad in swimsuits. One of Molly's friends was a bit dumpy and had heavy thighs. The other was nice looking, although she was flat chested and rather skinny. Molly was stunning.. Her bare legs and arms were exquisitely formed; shapely and soft looking. Small breasts jutted forth, attesting to her maturing body, yet her face was still that of a little girl; open, care free, innocent. I stood at the window looking down at them, at her, and I masturbated into a handkerchief. Afterwards I felt awful. I was overwhelmed by thoughts of love, lust and shame.

I had to get away. I resolved to go up to our family's cabin at a lake in northern Michigan, where we would all meet later and spend the month of August on vacation. I would go up there early and be by myself, away from the temptation of Molly. When I told my brother Jack of my plans, he eagerly approved, and he gave me instructions about the maintenance and repair of the place. "Why don't you take Molly with you?" he asked. "She seems to be at loose ends."

I was taken aback by his suggestion. "Well.... I don't know.....Maybe she doesn't want to go," I stuttered in my desperation.

"Of course she does," Jack replied, and he yelled over his shoulder into the house. "Molly, do you want to go with Tommy up to the cabin?"

"Yeh!" I heard a little-girl voice squeal from afar.

* * *

That night in bed I summarized for myself the reality of the situation. First, I was in love with an eleven year old girl, who was my niece and who loved me very much as her uncle. Second, the girl was very innocent and probably had never had a sexual thought. Third, if I came on to her, she would be traumatized, be injured for life, and I would lose her love. Fourth, if I had sex with her, some one would find out, and I would be up shit's creek. Despite these considerations, the next morning I went to a Walmart and bought a dozen packages of condoms, which, I must admit, titillated the middle aged check-out woman, who smirked at me.

Molly and I set out on our trip up I 75, and after two hours we were north of Midland. She was clad in shorts and a t shirt; her limbs were on glorious display. I dared not touch her, but she snuggled to me as I drove. Eventually, I had to stop to gas up. I hurried to the rest room, where I locked the door and proceeded to masturbate, coming with a groan. It was to no avail, because when I returned to the car and Molly, I desired the girl as much as ever.

We drove on north. Molly lay her head against my shoulder and played her fingers across my cheek. It was unnerving. "Tommy," she whispered in her little-girl voice. "Are you all right? You're so quiet."

"I think I have a bug," I replied.

We had exchanged words during our trip, although I had indeed been reticent.

"Is it a catchy bug? Won't I be able to kiss you?"

"Molly," I replied, "I don't think that we should kiss as we have in the past. You're growing up fast. You're almost a young woman."

"It's about sex, isn't it?" she countered. "Yeh."

"I don't know anything about sex, Tommy, almost nothing, but I know that it is part of my future."

We drove on for a half hour, not saying anything further.

"Tommy?" Molly asked, her head on my shoulder. "Yeh?"

"When I'm sixteen, you'll be just twenty four, and when I'm twenty, you'll be just twenty eight."

"So?" I replied.

"Well, mommy is nine years younger than daddy. When mommy was my age, daddy was older than you." "So?"

"Well," she paused for a moment and then blurted out: "Well, when I'm older we could get married and nobody would think about the age difference, because it really isn't that great." I suddenly felt warm and joyful, at peace with the world. I put my arm around the pretty girl and snuggled her to me.

"I'd really like to marry you sweetie," I said truthfully, realizing for the first time that it would happen.

"Is that a proposal?" the little imp responded, looking slyly up into my face.

"Yeh, that's a proposal of marriage."

"I accept," she replied and cuddled against me.

* * *

We finally arrived at the cabin, and for about the next hour we were busy moving in and cleaning up the place, which had a lot of dust and cobwebs to remove. There were two bedrooms, a main room and a sleeping loft. Mom would have one bedroom, and Jack and his wife, Jean, would have the other. Molly, I and Angie, Molly's seven year old sister, would share the sleeping loft. After we finished setting up the cabin for our vacation, Molly and I walked barefoot along the beach and waded in the cool water of the lake's fringe, as the sun set. I was in a state of bliss. My life was defined. My mate was chosen, albeit somewhat prematurely We strolled along hand in hand, in love.

"Tommy?"

"Yeh?"

"Have you ever...you know...done 'it' with a girl?"

"It?"

"Yeh, you know..."

"No, I never have," responded truthfully.

"So, we're going to learn from scratch," she replied a bit wistfully in her little-girl, sing-song voice.

"There's no hurry," I remarked hesitantly. "We have a lot of time before us, an entire lifetime."

"Yeh, I suppose," she replied with a hint of regret.

We continued walking hand in hand, in silence.

"Tommy?"

"Yeh?"

"Couldn't we, you know, start to practice a bit?"

This was what I most wanted, but I replied emphatically: "Molly, you're too young. I might hurt you, and besides we could get into a lot of trouble."

"Well, we wouldn't, you know, have to do 'everything'."

I stopped, pulled the girl to me and looked down into her young face.

"Molly, do you realize what pain I'm in, about this, about having sex with you?"

"No."

"Well, a guy gets worked up, whenever he has a chance to score, even with a girl he doesn't love. It's very painful, when he gets so close, but is not able to go all the way."

"But, Tommy, you can go all the way with me, if you like." I clutched the girl and kissed her as I had never done in the past, a passionate kiss, tongue and all.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're so small."

"I'm almost as tall as mommy, and you're as tall as daddy."

"You don't weigh 100 pounds."

"I weigh 110." She then kissed me with real sincerity, attempting to do it like an adult and almost succeeding. "I'll leave it up to you, Tommy. You do what you think best. But I'm. . . .curious."

My mind was reeling from the promise, the opportunity, the responsibility. This was my future wife, but she was then just eleven years old. I could not simply let myself go and take her.

"It's time to go back," I murmured, "we'll sleep together in the loft." Molly embraced me and we walked awkwardly back down the beach toward the cabin.

* * *

We kicked off our shoes and lay on the mattress, one of two in the loft. We were both clad in shorts and t shirts. The air was still and smelled of pine wood and stale dust. Molly snuggled to me and we began to kiss furiously. We kissed for uncounted minutes, and I finally dared to cup one of her little breasts, to feel its softness with my fingers. Molly stuck her tongue into my mouth and uttered a groaning sigh. I put my hand under her shirt and felt her bare flesh, her pointy tittie, which I was determined to suck. Molly helped me take off her shirt and I then fell upon her in a frenzy, licking and sucking on her as she squirmed and groaned.

"Tommy," she gasped, "I'm beginning to hurt, you know, like you told me."

I got up onto my knees and took hold of her shorts, Molly lifting her butt to help. I pulled them off along with her panties. The girl had no pubic hair. Her vaginal lips were a bit puffed. I had dreamed of licking her girlish thighs, but I just went down on her without preamble. My tongue found her clit and I worked magic on her. Molly was very orgasmic, very loud. She screamed without inhibition as her first orgasm struck and her body convulsed. After her fourth orgasm, which was attended by just whimpers, she pushed weakly at my head.

"Please, Tommy, that's enough." My face was smeared with her juices. Her taste was in my mouth. I knelt up and looked down on her young beauty and was overwhelmed by it. I pulled down my shorts and began to masturbate, staring at her thighs, her bare groin, her little titties, her lovely face, which gazed up at me in excitement. I came quickly, spewing onto her belly thick streams of semen, as I groaned aloud, squeezing out every drop of pleasure.

I then felt abashed at what I had done. I slumped above the darling girl, my arms limp, and I began to sob. Molly pulled me to her and comforted me, cooed to me in her little-girl voice.

"I love you Tommy." I pulled her on top of me, my mess smearing us both. I held her tightly. I licked her neck.

"I love you Molly, more than I can ever say."

"You don't have to say it, I know." We were both exhausted, and before long we fell asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

I awoke the next morning as the early sun poured into the cabin. The lights in the loft were still on, and I reached over and shut them off. Molly lay asleep in a fetal position, a thumb in her mouth. I caressed a thigh lovingly, relishing its softness, as I gazed at her beauty. Her golden hair was untamed We could marry in little more than five years, I calculated. We would do it without publicity, because she would still be in high school.

Molly then stirred and stretched in awakening. Her eyes popped open and her face lit up as she saw me staring down at her.

"Hi, Tommy."

"Hi, Sweetie." I lay beside her and fingered a tittie. We then kissed deeply for a long time, my hand roaming her lithe body.

"Are we going to do it today?" she asked shyly.

"Do what?"

"You know, silly."

"You're too small."

"Am not." My cock was rigid and I wanted so much to plunge it into the little girl's body. I got on top of her and she spread her legs widely, raising her knees, staring into my face with eager expectation. What I had in mind would not require foreplay. I positioned my cock and poked it at her, missing her opening. I lowered it a bit and poked again, meeting resistance. I then thrust at her and broke through.

"Ow," Molly screamed as the head of my cock penetrated her. I immediately pulled out, satisfied that the job had been done. Molly was no longer a virgin. "Is that it?" she asked in bewilderment.

"I don't want to hurt you more than is necessary. I ripped your hymen, and now I will wait until you heal. It's like a bad cut. In a few days I will enter you and you won't feel much discomfort. Maybe you'll like it."

"I want you now, Tommy."

"You have me. I'll lick on you now and in a few days I'll fuck you silly." I went down on her. Her vaginal crack was filled with blood. I cleansed her with my tongue. Then I lapped on her until she forgot her soreness and screamed out loud and clamped her slender, soft thighs against my head.

* * *

For the next four days we pleasured each other. I taught her how to masturbate me, and she even went down on me, although not all the way. I diddled her, sucked on her, and fucked her soft, young thighs.

We were beginning to feel like a settled in married couple, although there was that ultimate act which we had yet to experience. I was atop her. We had been kissing passionately, knowing what was to come. I rose up. Her head was beneath my chest. I positioned my cock and pushed forward. Molly was wet, and my glans popped into her. It felt so marvelous. I pushed further into her tightness, all the way in until my abdomen pressed against hers.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"You're so big inside of me, but it doesn't hurt," she replied with a woozy sigh, and then she pushed at me. We then began to fuck in earnest. She wanted long strokes, forcefully, and I gave them to her.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy," she cried as she thrust at me violently and scratched my back. I was unaware of her orgasm, because mine was right on top of hers. I held her tightly to me as we cried out together. Later we lounged on the bed touching each other affectionately, whispering love words.

* * *

"Tom you're an idiot!" Jack exploded, when I told him about Molly and me.

"Jean and I always knew that you would be a pair, would marry in time, but, Jesus Christ, why did you have to fuck her when she was just eleven years old?"

"I'm sorry, Jack, it just seemed to happen."

"Shit, the damage is done.. We've got to keep you out of jail."

"I'm sorry, Jack."

"Sorry, shit! Jean's put the girl on the pill, so I suppose now you'll fuck her silly."

"I'm sorry, Jack."

"Sorry, shit, just don't let mom know."

"She already knows. I told her." "Christ, did she freak out?"

"No. She just advised me not to be affectionate with Molly in public."

"Shit, we'll have to get you two married as soon as possible. I'll look into Alabama and Arkansas."

"Jack, I really love the girl."

"I know, kid, but you're putting yourself into a lot of jeopardy. There's prosecutors out there who'll love to send your ass to jail for a lifetime, even though you love the girl and want to marry her. They're a mean bunch, bullies.