please op
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Bill came back Sunday night and I finally found out that he went on some class trip to study salamanders; it hadn't occurred to him to, you know, inform us or make sure I didn't plan to go anywhere that weekend because he wasn't used to looking after Sara. He was still getting used to being the one to look after her instead of her parents.

Ok, that's understandable I guess, but still a dick move.

The week came and went, and since Bill didn't murder me in my sleep and Chris Hansen never showed up at my door, I decided Sara hadn't informed anyone that I'd touched her privates and I could stop worrying and get on with my life.

Saturday went fairly normally, catching up on my reading assignments and working on a paper that was due on Monday, then I went for a jog, did some working out in my room (I was still skinny and had zero visible muscle growth from all my exercise, but I wasn't struggling like I had been, so I guess that counted.), then stripped down and headed for the shower.

Yes, as you've probably guessed, I bumped into someone in the hall.

It was Bill.

I about shit out my heart, but he just carefully maintained eye contact rather than risk accidentally seeing my package, gave his usual grunt to acknowledge my presence, and kept walking to his room.

Then Sara emerged from her room, also stark naked and was reaching for a fresh towel from the hall closet before she noticed either one of us.

My heart stopped. I honestly believe that my heart literally stopped beating for several seconds, because I knew Bill was going to freak out about his sister and I seeing each other naked.

He just said, "Ha! Looks like you both had the same idea." Then he told Sara to run in and take her shower before I did and secluded himself in his lair again, leaving Sara and me alone in the hallway. Naked.

My heart started beating again and my I unclenched buttcheeks I hadn't realized were clenched in anxiety, and began to relax. He didn't freak out. Between this and the time I walked in on Sara in the shower and told him about it, I guess his family really had been as casual about nudity as mine was.

I looked over at Sara, who was blushing slightly and looking at my crotch with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and cleared my throat.

"So... Who goes first?"

She didn't respond, so I took the initiative.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first."

"Ok."

Now, a little known trick to rock, paper, scissors: Nine times out of ten, people pick rock first. Dunno why, but it's true. If you want to win, always pick paper the first time; you're guaranteed success nearly every time, unless you're up against a wily rock, paper, scissors expert who knows the same trivia you do.

So I picked scissors, she beat me with rock, and she went first.

I may have been hot, sweaty, and tired, but I'm enough of a gentleman to let a girl shower first. She ended up using all the hot water, but I was ok with that, being as I was, as mentioned, hot and sweaty and a cold shower worked just fine.

I waited in the hall while she showered, and when she got out she was still naked. I stuck my tongue out at her as she passed and she stuck her tongue out back at me as she slipped into her room.

You know what? I was ok with this. I had decided it wasn't a big deal if Sara saw me naked on the way to the shower since it obviously wasn't scarring her for life, I was definitely ok with seeing her naked, even though I really, REALLY should not have been, and the fact that Bill didn't seem to give a shit about nudity either way took a huge load off my mind about the issue. I was just glad that his was the master bedroom and came with its own bathroom, so I wouldn't ever see him naked.

Of course, my acceptance of the whole nudity issue was just one of the things that compounded to make everything get out of hand and- Nevermind, you know that already.

No single drop of rain thinks it's responsible for the flood...

But if it was the weekend where Bill disappeared into the wilderness that I crossed the line and touched Sara, it was the weekend I went into the wilderness myself that really put me over the line.

A couple weeks passed, and by now it was late October. Halloween was coming up in a little over a week, and more importantly I had a three day weekend coming up. It was supposed to be so we could study before midterms, but honestly, has ANY student ever actually done that?

It was a five hour drive home, but I didn't intend to go home until Thanksgiving; I was enjoying my independence too much. It was also a two hour drive to our deer lease out in the country. I'd gone there every deer season with my dad, camping, roasting marshmallows over a fire, swimming in the pond (when it was warm enough), and exploring the woods. He rarely got a deer, not because they were scarce or because he was a lousy hunter, but because he mostly went up there just to spend time with me; hunting was purely secondary as far as he was concerned. When I was fourteen, he passed up a twenty-point buck and handed me the rifle instead; I still have the photo of myself posing with the deer somewhere.

That place was full of happy memories for me, growing up. Now... now, the memories are sort of mixed, but I still remember the place fondly.

So, I'd decided I was going to head up to the place Friday morning, pitch a tent, and head back Sunday afternoon. It was unseasonably warm and the trees were only just beginning to turn, so it would be a great way to spend the weekend.

So, at breakfast Thursday, I told Bill about my plan to go camping that weekend.

He froze awkwardly, then glanced at Sara, then back to me, cleared his throat, and slowly told me that he'd been planning to go on another study trip for his biology class, and he absolutely had to go because the professor was counting the trip as 20% of their midterm grade.

Which meant he'd planned to ditch Sara at the apartment with me all weekend again and I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his intricately laid plans.

Shit. If the trip counted as part of his midterm grade, I couldn't tell him "too bad, I'm leaving" and force him to find a way to deal with Sara all weekend. And I really didn't want to cancel my plans and stay here just because Bill was a dick who just assumed I wouldn't have plans for the weekend.

That really left only one option.

"That's ok, I don't mind taking Sara camping with me."

She perked up at hearing that.

"I've never been camping before! That's cool! We can catch fireflies!"

"Fireflies are only around in the summer, it's too late in the year for them. But there's lots of other cool stuff to do up there."

I gave her a list of things to bring for the trip (mostly clothes and a spare blanket since she didn't have any camping gear) and she was practically bouncing out of her chair with excitement; partly this was because she'd never been camping before and really wanted to go, and partly, I know now, because it meant spending more time with me and I was pretty much the only person who bothered to interact with her who wasn't a teacher. She babbled on enthusiastically about the trip and practically flew out the door when it was time for her to meet the bus, still talking about it. Bill seemed to find the whole thing amusing and had the decency to thank me for it. Then he slid me twenty bucks to pay for her meals during the weekend.

Like I said, Bill wasn't a bad guy, just... in his own universe. I have no idea what he was like before his parents died and he got saddled with responsibility for his little sister, but I know that has to be hard on someone, so I never tried to give him grief over it.

So I went to class, dozed off during class while the tone deaf professor droned on about... I forget. It was just review for midterms, and I already knew the stuff pretty well, so I didn't bother paying attention and basically slipped in and out of awareness while he droned. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I got done with my last class for the day and walked back to the apartment, arriving in time to meet Sara at the bus stop and walk back with her. She was skipping down the sidewalk, holding onto my arm, and jumping with excitement. Had she been this wired over a camping trip the entire time she was at school? I pitied her teacher if she was. Then again, my impression was that Sara was pretty withdrawn at school, so maybe the teacher would like the change.

We got back to the apartment and she immediately dumped the contents of her backpack all over the table and threw it onto the couch, to store the things she was bringing with her. She then insisted I inspect everything she packed, to make sure it was appropriate for camping.

Canvas sneakers, two pairs of panties (white with a little blue ribbon on the front, and pink with a heart over the butt.), two pairs of socks, a pair of jeans that fit her quite nicely (not that I should be appreciative of how well a pair of jeans fit an 11 year old's ass), a pair of cutoff shorts, two t-shirts, a bucket hat, and a blanket, as I'd instructed.

"Not bad, kiddo. Why don't you grab a pillow and a book too."

She raced off to her room to do exactly that, and I packed my camping gear, an extra flashlight, and some spare clothes. I was going to pick up some snacks and bottled water for us on the way out in the morning. Damn. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn't figure it out.

We had ravioli for dinner, while Sara regaled me with various children's stories about camping, proving that she only knew of it through books and that she was as big a nerd as her brother, even if she didn't admit it. Bill showed up after we ate, grabbed his stuff for his study trip, and headed out, barely saying two words to us.

And with that, we each went to our separate rooms and went to sleep, looking forward to the trip.

And I took another step down the path of no return.

This story is great, it feels real, which is a really important aspect of this kind of story. I'm really interested in seeing where this goes.

Yes, you get three updates in a single day, and one of them is a big one. You should all count yourselves as lucky bastards.

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Sara chattered excitedly for the first leg of the trip, but eventually she figured out that the drive was going to take a while and retreated into her shell. I glanced over at her and noticed she was reading the book she'd packed; a very worn, 1970's edition of The Hobbit. For an 11 year old, she was really well-read. I wondered if the book was one of Bill's originally.

"So, do you like the book better, or the movie?"

She seemed startled by the question, then softly blushed and quietly replied that the book was her favorite.

"Mine too. The movie left out some neat stuff, and added a bunch of stuff that wasn't in the book. Like, what was up with the Captain Hook goblin?"

That got her. As soon as she realized I was a fellow nerd and also well-read, she came back out of her shell and we discussed the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy; the conversation took up most of the two hour drive, so it was a good time filler.

I pulled off the highway and down the backroad, then took us off the pavement onto a dirt road that wound its way through the trees; my little car wasn't designed to go off-road, but I'd taken it up there before and the road was graded and filled every year to keep it smooth and navigable, so I knew it wouldn't be an issue. After fifteen minutes of slowly winding down the dirt lane, I pulled off at a fork, got out to open the combination lock on the cast iron gate, and swung it open with a rusty squeak. Then I drove the car through, stopped to shut and lock the gate behind me again, and continued driving until the gate and the original road had disappeared in the trees.

I parked on the road; the grass was tall and I didn't want it to touch the hot underside of my car and start a grass fire.

"Well, here we are. It's not exactly the wilderness, but it's close enough."

"Cool!"

Sara jumped out of the car and ran around exploring the immediate area while I set up the tent in a clearing next to the car. There was a ring of rocks near the tent where we had our campfires, and enough broken sticks and firewood piled nearby that I wouldn't have to go looking for any. Besides, it was warm enough we wouldn't need a fire.

"C'mon kiddo, lemme show you around now."

We then marched through the woods, I pointed out things like shredded tree bark and churned up ground that showed where wild hogs had rooted ("cool"), a pile of deer pellets ("gross"), and a few interesting plants. She collected a couple of rocks she thought were interesting and stuck a turkey feather she found in her hair, tucking it behind her ear so it would stay ("look, I'm an indian!").

We hiked, enjoyed the fall colors, spotted a porcupine munching on tree bark high up in a tree (she thought its blue eyes were amazing), and hiked up the steep hill to reach the top, following an animal trail most of the way there. Once we reached the top, we surveyed the view of the entire valley ("wow") and spotted the car and tent way below us.

"Race you to the bottom!"

And with that, we were off. I slid on some loose rocks a couple times, but kept my balance as I ran down the trail. Sara slipped, tumbled, and rolled back onto her feet and kept running; I had longer legs and took bigger strides, but she was small enough to duck under branches I had to go around and had that endless energy kids all seem to have, so she managed to stay just in front of me the whole way down.

We got back to the clearing where we left the tent, puffing and sweaty. Her hair was full of leaves and twigs, she had dirt smudged on her cheek and elbows where she'd fallen, and was pink with exertion. I was bigger, and a guy, so I was sweating even more than she was.

"Man! It's hot!"

"That's just because you ran all the way down the hill. But it is pretty warm for this time of year. C'mon, I'll show you something."

She followed along behind me, catching her breath before I did, and I showed her the path down to the pond.

It wasn't much of a pond, only a little bigger than your typical above-ground pool, but it had a wooden "dock" my dad had built years ago as a fishing platform (there were no fish in the pond, but he kept planning to stock it someday. Someday never came.), had a bottom filled with smooth, rounded rocks left over from when the valley had been a riverbed, and was fed by a clear, fresh spring.

"See? This is perfect for cooling off."

"Cool! You swim in there?"

"Yup. Don't worry about it being deep; it only comes up to my waist."

I walked down the dock and she started to follow, the froze with a panicked look.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Shit. That's what I'd forgotten. My trunks. I was just as disappointed as she was for a moment, but then I had an idea.

Everything up to this point had been unplanned, even unintentional; even touching Sara had been spur-of-the-moment. This time, though, I had an idea and intended to take full advantage of it. If it worked.

Casually, I just shrugged and replied, "We can always go skinny-dipping."

"What's skinny-dipping?"

"You don't know what skinny-dipping is?"

"No."

"You just take your clothes off and go swimming."

"You mean- naked?"

"Well, yeah. It's what people did before swimsuits were invented. Everybody does it when they're kids, especially on summer camping trips."

That, I will admit, was deliberately intended on my part to invoke a bit of peer pressure on her, to influence her into going along with it. All the other kids who DID go camping did it; was she going to be the weird one who didn't?

"It's not like we haven't already seen each other naked before either."

Without waiting for a response, I stripped down, left my clothes on the dock, and jumped in with a big splash. The water was colder than I expected, but then it was ALWAYS cold, coming from deep underground.

Sara still stood on the dock, looking conflicted.

"Is it cold?"

"Nah, it's cool, but it's not freezing. Perfect for cooling off after that run."

She was still hesitating.

"What's wrong?"

"What if somebody sees us?"

"Like who? We're the only ones out here and there's a locked gate keeping everyone out. No one's going to see you."

She waffled a little longer, watching me swim around in the pond and splash, then she peeled her shirt off and sat down to remove her shoes.

Success.

Once naked, she ran to the end of the short dock and jumped, shouting "cannonball!" while in no way, shape, or form resembling a cannonball dive and hit the water. She popped back up like a cork, gasping, and I couldn't help laughing. Her shocked pose, the goosebumps raised on her pale white skin, her gaping mouth, and the pink nipples, erect for the first time I'd seen them, were hilarious and arousing. Mostly hilarious.

"IT'S FREEZING!"

I laughed and splashed her, calling her a sissy, and she splashed back. That started a splashing war, and she eventually discovered that she could splash more water at me by kicking than with her arms, so she anchored herself to the side of the dock with her hands, pointed herself lengthwise at me, and began kicking vigorously, churning up waves of water directed at me. I retreated out of range and she put her feet back on the bottom of the pond, resting.

Then I began humming the Jaws theme. She edged away from the dock, giggling and saying, "no, no!" as the tune got louder and I got closer and closer. I reached the crescendo and then ducked under the water.

The water was crystal clear and the sun lit it up nicely, so I could see pretty well under the water. She was standing on her tiptoes on the rocky bottom, chest deep in the water, and I had a glorious view of almost her entire naked body.

Then I lunged forward, grabbed her by the waist, and shot back to a standing position, shouting "DUN DUN DUN DUN!" as my head cleared the water and launching her into the air. She smacked into the water butt first, making an even bigger splash than when she'd jumped off the dock, and she bobbed back to the surface, giggling uncontrollably. I ducked down into the water so only my head was above the surface and began humming the Jaws theme again.

"No! No, no, no! Ah-hahaha!"

I was faster in the water than she was, and the 'shark' got her another six times before we tired of that game and played Marco Polo for a while. Eventually, we tired of chasing each other around the pond, and I announced that it was time to get out of the water. I clambered up onto the dock and helped her out of the water, and we stood there dripping.

"I don't have a towel."

"I didn't think to bring one either. We'll just stretch out on the dock and dry in the sun a while."

And I did exactly that. She joined me a moment later and we just lay there, looking up at the clouds, alternated warmed by the sun and chilled by the breeze, slowly drying. After a while, I closed my eyes and just listened to the breeze rustling through the leaves.

"Why is that part a different color?"

"Why is what a different color?" I opened my eyes again, thinking she was going to be pointing at a plant or something.

"Your penis."

I turned my head and she was laying beside me, her head raised to give her a better look at my crotch.

"Well, those are different parts of my penis. The pink part is the head, and the rest is the shaft. The head is a different color because it's a different kind of skin, kind of like how your nipples are different."

"Oh."

"Haven't they taught you about it in class?"

"Mm-mm. We don't get that until next year, I think."

I'd been hoping just to get entice her to take her clothes off to go swimming; this conversation promised to be much more interesting.

"Well, I can answer any questions you have, if you're curious," I said casually. Then, as if it were no big deal, I added, "you can go ahead and touch it again if you want."

She looked me in the eye, a flash of anxiety crossing her face, then blushed. She looked so cute when she did that.

"It's ok?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

My heart was beating faster and she rose to a sitting position, legs crossed indian-style, to give herself a closer look. I remained laying down, head supported by my arms, and tried to look as casual as possible, like it was no big deal. She licked her lips, bit her lower lip, and moved one hand to her knee and held it there. Then she raised her hand and slowly reached forward, then glanced over at my face again. I smiled and said, "Go ahead, it's ok."

She blushed a little deeper and flashed a nervous grin, then directed her gaze back to my penis.

And touched it.

She just reached out and poked the shaft, like she had the first time, and jerked her hand back, looking back to me and giggling in embarrassment. I laughed too, and then pretended to be distracted by the clouds again. Maybe she'd be a little bolder if I wasn't staring at her.

My theory proved correct; after some more hesitation, she reached out and poked it again. Then she gently picked it up in her small, soft hand, and rubbed the skin of the shaft, squeezed it, and then poked the head and squeezed it. Then she prodded and squeezed the shaft in one hand and the head in the other, as if comparing, seeing how they were different. I pretended not to be paying attention, but kept stealing glances at her every couple seconds. She never took her eyes off my penis.

"What's this part?"

She poked my scrotum. I raised my head to see better and told her what it was called.

"It's sort of a sack that my testicles are in."

"What are testicles?"

She began fondling my sack, discovered the contents, and rolled them around in her hands, fascinated. She squeezed one of them.

"Ow! Hey! Be gentle! Those are delicate!"

She looked me in the eye again and seemed to have discovered a great secret.

"Oh! Is that why boys get all hurt when they get hit in the balls?"

"Yes. In fact, those are my balls."

"I thought they were testicles."

"They are. Balls is just a nickname."

"Oh. So what are they for?"

Dammit. I was fine with filling her curiosity while she fondled me, but I wasn't planning on the whole birds-and-bees talk.

"Mmm, I'll tell you later. It's kinda complicated."

By this point, the inevitable was happening down below. Sara held my penis in her left hand and continued to roll my balls around in her right hand, utterly fascinated with the alien secrets of male genitalia. Then she noticed my dick was throbbing in her hand and turned her attention back to it.

"Is it getting bigger?"

"Yup. It's getting harder too. Feel it."

She squeezed it, then squeezed it harder when she noticed my shaft wasn't as soft and flexible as before, and poked it with her finger.

"Why is it doing that?"

"It's supposed to do that. It gets full of blood and gets bigger and harder until it reaches full size."

"But why?"

"Well, it can do that for several reasons, but mostly it does that when it feels good."

"When it feels good?"

"Mm-hm. Girls can make it feel good, so it gets bigger. That's what it's for."

"I thought it was for peeing?"

"It does that too, but mostly it's for feeling good."

She gave me a dubious look. "I don't get it."

"It's.. Ok, you know you hug someone you like? That feels good, right?"

"Yeah."

"And kissing feels good too, right?"

"I guess."

Oh. Right. She wouldn't know.

"Well, this is something girls can do for boys that feels even better."

She still looked doubtful.

"Here, I'll show you."

I sat up, grabbed her hand, and wrapped it around my shaft. Then I gently moved it up and down.

"Just like that."

"Like this?"

She awkwardly jerked up and down on my penis and I corrected her. She got a rhythm going and watched her hand jerking on my shaft, enthralled.

"Is that it?"

"That's one thing you can do."

"And girls do that for boys?"

"Only for boys they like," I added replied matter-of-factly. She stopped for a moment and met my eyes, then slowly went back to her gentle jerking motion.

"And that feels good?"

"It feels really good."

It did. She might have had no idea what she was doing, but the touch of her soft hand was electric. It felt amazing. Then again, this was also the first time a girl had given me a handjob, so it had that going for it as well.

After another minute or so of jerking, she seemed to get bored with the novelty.

"Is that all you do?"

"There's other other stuff you can do, but yeah, that feels good enough to finish."

"Finish?"

"Mm-hmm. Once a boy gets hard, he has to finish, or else it makes his testicles sore and he gets really uncomfortable."

Well, blue balls WERE a real thing, if somewhat exaggerated.

"What do you mean, finish?"

"If you keep doing it long enough, it feels better and better, until finally you have an orgasm."

"What's an orgasm?"

"That's when it feels so good, it's like nothing else. It's better than anything. It feels awesome."

"Really?"

"Yep."

She looked at my penis with newfound interest and I decided to see how far I could push this.

"You wanna keep going?"

She looked thoughtful.

"It'll feel really uncomfortable if I don't, right?"

I nodded, then replied, "It's ok if you want to quit. It won't hurt my feelings."

She slowly started jerking again and built back her rhythm.

Oh man. This was so much more than I had ever hoped for when I got her to go skinny-dipping. This was amazing. This was the best weekend ever, and it was only the first day.

I leaned back down and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. Eventually her arm got tired and she switched hands, her rhythm awkward at first but then building back to the same tempo. Oh, this was amazing. I opened my eyes again and watched her, all her concentration focused on jerking me off, tongue sticking out between her lips. She looked adorable and this was fucking-

I felt the tension in my balls, the tingle down my spine, and light erupted behind my eyeballs as my dick vomited in glorious orgasm. Maybe I could have described that more poetically, but that's basically how it was and how poetic can you get about an 11 year old giving you a handjob?

I grunted as semen erupted from my dick, spraying out and splattering onto the wooden dock in rapid pulses. Sara yelped and scrambled backwards.

"What was that?!"

Then she noticed a glob of semen on the back of her hand and tried to shake it off.

"Oh, gross! What IS that stuff?!"

"That's semen. The testicles make it, and it comes out when a boy has an orgasm."

"Gross! It's supposed to do that?"

"Yup. Every time."

"Ew! It's like snot, or something! Why does it do that?"

"It's... complicated. I'll explain it to you later. But most girls like it."

"Seriously?"

She was bent over the edge of the dock, scrubbing her hands in the water and giving me a nice view of her backside.

"Trust me, you'll learn as you get older. Hey! It's getting late. We should start the fire and make dinner."

Sara shook the water from her hands and reached for her clothes.

"No, don't put those back on. They're all sweaty and dirty. Just put your socks and shoes on and we'll walk back to the car to get clean clothes."

"Ok."

Putting our shoes on and gathering our clothing, we headed back to camp at a leisurely stroll. I popped open the trunk of my car and tossed my old clothes inside, then pulled out clean ones from my backpack and slowly got dressed. Being 11, it never occurred to Sara to ask me to hand her clothes and she stood there waiting her turn, scratching a mosquito bite on her arm and looking at the scenery while I admired the other view.

Wow. This was entirely beyond anything I'd been expecting. I also felt guilty as hell and considered swearing her to secrecy so she wouldn't tell someone that she'd jerked an adult off, but I thought better of it. Doing that might scare her and make her think she'd done something bad, and I didn't want to do that; partly because I didn't want her to feel like she'd done something wrong, and partly because that might kill my chances of ever getting her to do something like that again. No, better to just play it casual, like this was normal. As if there were anything normal about it.

She got dressed and then I showed her how to start a fire, which she'd never done before, and I got our dinner out. As we sat eating beside the fire, I broke the silence.

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

"For... that. It felt really good. And I'm happy you finished for me. That was nice of you. Thanks."

She blushed and I reached one arm around her and gave her a hug.

Then I changed the subject and we began debating who was batter, Bilbo or Frodo.

I was still worried that I might have freaked her out or that she'd tell on me, but at the same time I was still riding my high from the dock. And this was just the first day; we had two more days out here in the woods, away from civilization's prying eyes.

The possibilities were glorious.

Awesome.

MOARRRR please : D

Dayumm OP, this is some good stuff. All these book and TV references really draw me in. So fucking realistic.

OH GOOD GOD YES! MOAR!

MOAR

This is one of the best loli stories i've ever read. Keep going op!

More op?
Yeah?
Please?
For me?

>>19770

Sorry, I exceeded my quota for story updates for the next six months. See you all again in March!






I kid, I kid. Next update will be soon, while I'm still in the mood to write.

So, does everyone like how it's going so far?

>>19771
you glorious man you, i've been re-reading this non stop and im sure 90% of the people in this thread is enjoying this as much as i am.
the pacing is brilliant and the build up is frustrating but still an awesome feeling. i wish you a precious future and if you'd please, continue with this fine piece of literature as soon as possible.

>>19771
Hells yes I do. Get to it my man.

Fantastic so far.

this is the best story on this website!! You are my hero, OP!

MOAR

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After dinner, I let the fire die out and unrolled my sleeping bag and stripped down to my boxers. I helped Sara set up her blankets, since she didn't have a sleeping bag, and I let her use the foam pad I normally put under my bag. She changed into her night shirt and pulled her pants off, then wiggled under her mound of blankets and enjoyed the novelty of reading by a flashlight for the first time. I pulled out my battered copy of Ringworld and started reading it.

After a while, Sara fell asleep and I turned her flashlight off and set her book aside, then turned my flashlight off and just lay there in the dark listening to the crickets chirp. Today had been absolutely amazing, beyond my wildest expectations, and there was still the next two days to look forward to, but... Funny how when you're alone (more or less) in the dark, you start feeling guilty. I'd allowed- no, encouraged- an 11 year old girl to jerk me off. I might have gotten off the hook for letting her touch my penis before, maybe even for touching her labia, but letting her give me a handjob until I ejaculated? There was no way in hell any jury was going to let me slide on that one. If she told anyone, I was going to prison, no ifs, ands, or buts. Then when I got out, I'd end up homeless because they don't let registered sex offenders live within a certain distance of a school (have you ever seen a map that shows every school in your town? It's nearly impossible to comply with that law, unless you become homeless and live in an underpass or the remote wilderness.), and I'd grow a beard and be the creeper all the moms at the park warned their kids not to talk to.

I don't know how late I stayed up worrying, but somehow I eventually drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

The next morning it was chilly, and I got the fire started again and toasted some pop-tarts over the fire. About the time they were ready, Sara crawled out of the tent, still in her night shirt and panties, and sat on the log we used for a bench, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and then making a vain attempt at fixing her messy hair, which stuck out in all directions. She looked cute and funny at the same time, knees drawn up to her chest and nibbling on pop-tarts by the fire.

After breakfast, Sara got dressed and joined me when I announced I was going on a grand adventure into the wilderness. We marched off, I designated myself Dr. Livingstone and her Stanley, and we began exploring.

She found a few flowers she liked, but was disappointed when I forbid her from picking them; one had poisonous sap, and another was sort of rare and we were trying to encourage it to grow on our land. I helped her make a daisy chain from some sort of little pink flowers that grew all over the place though, and she wore it was a necklace.

We then went deeper into the woods, following an animal trail, and I showed her where part of the hill had collapsed in a landslide decades ago, making a rock cliff that was embedded with fossils. She thought the fossilized seashells were cool, and I carefully climbed up the wall, nearly fell twice when it crumbled under me, and pried one out of the crumbly rock and tossed it down to her. She thought it was really neat, and I was cool for being brave enough to climb up there and get it for her.

We were taking another route back toward camp, Sara chattering away about some cartoon I'd never heard of, when I slipped on some loose rocks and skidded off the trail and down the hill, tumbling as I went. Sara yelped, then idiotically dove down the hill after me. We both ended up fifteen or twenty feet down the hill from the trail, landing in a muddy hog wallow. Fortunately, there were no hogs present; wild pigs are dangerous and aggressive, and I didn't have anything more than a pocket knife to fend one off with if it attacked.

Unfortunately, we were both scraped and bruised, and covered in black mud. We both laughed at each other, I helped Sara to her feet, then she panicked and I helped her search for her fossil until she found it had been in her pocket the entire time.

"Man, we're filthy! We'd better go wash this off and get some clean clothes."

So we trotted down the trail toward pond, and as soon as I arrived on the dock I sat down and began undressing. Sara stood there for a long moment, hesitating, and I think she was nervous about a repeat of yesterday. I was nearly naked before reluctantly began undressing.

I waited for her to undress, then pointed out a small lizard on the edge of the dock. She surprised me by lunging at it, trying to catch it, but it was far too fast for her and she ended up grabbing at the ground where it had been. She laughed and wiped her hand on her face, leaving a streak of red clay.

Hmmm.

I squatted down and examined the red soil by the dock, then got a glob of the stuff on the end of my finger. Then I startled her by reaching and quickly drawing two red stripes under each of her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Watch."

Then I painted a stripe under each of my eyes, held up my hand, and solemnly intoned "how, kemosabe!"

She giggled and immediately suggested we pretend we were indians, which I thought sounded fun, so I told her to leave her flower necklace on and retrieve her feather and the pond could wait.

Sara frowned for a moment at that.

"Shouldn't we get dressed then?"

"Nah. Most indians were naked, or mostly naked. Haven't you seen them in movies or in pictures, where the only clothes they had were loinclothes and moccasins?"

This was logical to her, so she ran back to the tent, ouching and owing as she stepped on various hard and poky objects, retrieved the turkey feather she'd found the day before, and ran back to join me.

"Better put shoes on; they'll be our moccasins."

So we both put our shoes on, she stuck the feather into her hair, and decided we needed more war paint. I took a glob of black mud from the toe of my shoe and painted a line down my chin and a dot on each cheek, and she drew red wavy lines down each of my arms and a black stripe down each leg. I had her turn around while I used red clay to draw little butterfly wings on her back, then got a little gutsy and drew stripes down her spine and onto her butt cheeks, making her giggle.

"Turn around."

Then I drew a circle around her belly button and added wavy lines radiating out from it, like a sun, and a little red circle around nipple while drew alternating red and black stripes across my chest, a black line across my forehead, and a red line down the length of my nose.

Filthy, naked, and daubed in colored "paint", and her with a feather in her hair and a necklace of flowers, we really did look like savages. Pale white savages, but savages nonetheless.

We then set off to find proper sticks to make into spears, and spent the next couple hours running through the woods naked, going "woo woo woo!" and chasing imaginary buffalo through the woods. I'd never run while naked before, and having my dangly bits flop around so much was disconcerting at first, but I quickly got used to it; having fun distracts you from such things.

Finally, we were both too hot and tired, the day having warmed up as the sun rose higher in the sky, and we stuck our spears into the dirt and returned to the pond to wash the sweat and dirt off of our naked bodies.

Stepping onto the dock, I stopped to stretch and as soon as Sara got within range I yelled "raaaaarrrr!" and scooped her up into my arms and started tickling her while she giggled. Then, as suddenly as I'd started, I froze.

"Oh no!"

"What?"

"I sank your battleship."

"Wha-"

I threw her into the pond before she could ask what I was talking about and she popped back to the surface shrieking and laughing. I dove in after her and we washed all the dirt off of ourselves before swimming around for a short while. We didn't stay in long before climbing back onto the dock and lying down to dry. There was no breeze today, so it was consistently warm while we dried.

After a while, we were both pretty much dry, except for our still-damp hair, and Sara rolled onto her belly and turned to face me. I stayed on my back, resting my head on my arms, and admired the gentle curve of her butt as she raised her feet and slowly kicked them back and forth in the air.

"So does it only get hard when it feels good? Your penis, I mean?"

"That's not the only time, no, but it always gets hard when it feels good."

"How come?"

I thought about my answer for a second, then replied, "It feels better when it's hard."

"So how come it isn't always hard then?"

"Well, if it was always hard, it'd be pretty difficult to put pants on, wouldn't it?"

She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows, resting her chin in one hand. Her feet continued to kick above her.

"Can I touch it again?"

Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm going to hell for this, but yes.

"Sure," I said.

There was no hesitation this time. She reached out with her free hand and felt it up and down, then her touch migrated down to curiously fondle my balls again.

"So these make that gross stuff?"

"Semen? Yes."

"And then when it feels really good, they squirt that stuff out your penis?"

Close enough. "Yup."

She scrunched her face in a comical expression of distaste.

"What's it for?"

This again. I guess there was no avoiding the birds-and-bees talk, when it came to letting little girls fondle your junk.

"It makes babies."

"It does?" she said, startled.

"Uh-huh."

"How does it do that?"

"It's... complicated."

Brushing her hair back from her face, she looked at me and asked if she could see it again.

"My semen?"

"Yeah."

A little voice in my head was screaming at me that this was wrong, but it was quickly and brutally murdered by my ecstatic sex drive taking advantage of the opportunity.

"Well, it can't come out unless I have an orgasm."

"That's when it feels really good, right?"

"Right. And you have to get it hard first."

"Can you make it hard then?"

"Not on my own," I said, a little white lie. "You'll have to do it for me."

She bit her lip, gazing at my limp penis, then seemed to make up her mind.

"Ok."

Hell yes. I directed her to sit up, her hip touching mine, and showed her what to do again. She gently took my penis into her soft touch and began jerking. Which, given that I was completely flaccid, didn't do a whole lot; I flopped out of her grip several times.

"It's not working."

She just hadn't fondled me long enough, but I immediately took advantage of the opportunity it presented.

"Sometimes you have to do something special to get it started."

"Like what?"

"Kiss it."

"What?!"

"Yeah, you just kiss it."

"Gross!"

"How is it gross?"

"It's your penis!"

"So? Girls do it all the time."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Well... if they like the boy, anyway."

She brushed her hair from her face again, then looked at me with something akin to suspicion.

"Like him how? Like, like?"

"Boyfriend, girlfriend."

"Oh."

She pondered this for a moment.

"I don't wanna. It's gross."

I was disappointed, but shrugged casually.

"Whatever. You don't have to do anything."

She continued trying to jerk my limp dick, and I suggested she fondle my balls a little; it took some guidance, but she eventually figured out how I wanted her to gently roll them back and forth in her hand. It didn't take long before my soldier was finally standing at attention.

I gave her some more guidance and she got back into the rhythm she'd developed yesterday, smoothly jerking my penis. I leaned back again and propped my head up under my arms, relaxed and enjoying the sensation. She looked at me, I smiled at her, she smiled back, then blushed and turned her gaze back to my penis, giggling.

"That's good, sweetie. You're doing great."

"It feels really good, right?"

"Very good. Keep going; I'll let you know when I'm about to orgasm."

It didn't take five whole minutes. Her arm was getting tired, but I kept her going by telling her she was "almost there". She wrapped both hands around my erect penis and began pumping faster, a look of intense concentration on her face.

There- that familiar pressure in my-

"Ok... here it comes..."

I grunted in sheer bliss, wonderful tingling shooting up and down my spine, as white semen spurted out in bursts. Sara was sitting right up against me on my side, and as she was jerking me off she had my penis pointed upward and toward her, so most of it landed on her lap and arms; some of the last of it dribbled onto her left hand, which was above her right and still wrapped firmly around my shaft.

"Eeeeeeew! It's all over me!"

It really was. She let go of my dick and held her arms up, looking at the thick, white substance slowly running down them, then down at her lap. I sat up to get a closer look; wow. It was splattered all over both thighs, and on her belly just above her crotch; as I watched, a glob of jizz made a thin trail as it slid down her mons pubis and dripped onto the wooden deck. Damn. That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. Not that, you know, I had all that much experience with sex, unless you count being intimately familiar with my hand, but damn.

"It's all warm! Ew, ew, ew!"

"Of course it's warm, silly. It was inside of me until just a few seconds ago!"

She touched some of the semen on her thigh with a finger and watched in both curious fascination and disbelieving disgust as it left a string from her thigh to her fingertip; then she smeared it around her fingertip with her thumb.

"It's all sticky, like snot! That is so gross!"

"It's not snot, and it's not gross. Girls like it."

She flashed a skeptical look and responded with, "nuh-uh!"

"They do. Girls like it."

She scooped up as much from her thighs as she could, holding it in her hand, then cautiously sniffed it.

"It smells weird! This stuff makes babies?"

"Yup."

"And girls are really supposed to like this?"

"Uh-huh."

Then I grabbed her hand and slapped it against her chest, covering her chest in my semen with a loud splattering sound.

"Hey!"

I laughed and she tried to slap me on the shoulder, but I rolled out of her reach and onto my feet. She stood up and looked down at herself, arms held away from her body.

"I'm all sticky! This stuff is so weird!"

Man. I may have spent the night tossing and turning in guilt and fear of the consequences, but right now... right now I couldn't give two shits. I was looking at a young girl with my semen all over her naked body, and it was glorious.

"Well, you know what?"

"What?"

"We'll just have to wash you off!"

She realized my intent and yelled "Nooo!" just as I lunged at her, lifted her in the air by her armpits, and tossed her, laughing, into the pond. I dove in after her and after she finished washing herself off, I lifted her up again and put her on my shoulders, making truck noises as we 'drove' around the pond. She giggled and shouted orders, sending me this way and that, and I marveled at the feeling of her bare crotch on my neck and shoulders.

Then she let out an indignant squawk when I dropped us both underwater.

We played around in the pond for a while longer, then got out and lay on the deck to dry again.

Finally dried, we put our shoes back on, gathered our muddy clothing, and headed back for camp. I tossed the muddy clothes into the trunk of my car, got out clean clothes and dressed myself, then handed her some clothes.

"We'll have to be careful not to get all muddy again; this is our last change of clothes until we get home."

She thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "ok" and headed back for the tent with her clothes in her arms. My interest piqued, I shut the trunk to my car and followed along behind her. When she got to the tent, she tossed her clothes on top of her blanket, then walked over and sat on the log by the cold fire ring.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

She shrugged and replied, "Nah. You said not to get dirty, so I don't want to get my clothes all dirty. And besides..."

She blushed, then looked around as if to see if anyone else were listening.

"I kinda like being naked outside. It feels nice. Y'know?"

She brushed her hair back out of her face again and looked at me as if expecting me to approve. Or maybe tell her to get dressed, because you weren't supposed to be running around in public naked. Which was pretty much exactly what we'd done all day.

"That's cool. There's no one around, so you do what you want."

She smiled at my approval.

"I like you. You're cool and you don't make me do stuff, like other grown ups."

I smiled back. That felt good. 'I like you'. That felt really good.

I sat down opposite her and lifted the grocery bag I'd retrieved from the tent.

"Wanna make s'mores?"

I absolutely love this story. I've been following it since it started and I can't get enough. It seems so honest. Nothing feels like it was forced or shoved in to get audience approval. I'm not the biggest fan of the whole handjob scenario, but I wouldn't ask it to be any other way, either. You seem to know what you're doing with this story, so I'll just say that I can't wait until it's her turn to get some attention.

> Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm going to hell for this, but yes.

I laughed so hard i woke up my roommates.

Honestly OP this is fucking excellent, i would say it's better than 90% of the stories that get put on here just because of it's slow and story driven flow, with nothing feeling like it's awkward or out of place or rushed.

Excellent job OP, please keep going.

>>19801
Exactly, it's not only good as porn, it's a wonderful piece of literature. OP, please, keep going.

The s'mores were good. Sara made a mess of herself, getting melted chocolate and bits of marshmallow all over her hands, face, and chest. She also set the first three marshallows she tried to roast on fire before I convinced her of the correct distance from the fire to hold them.

"Guess it's a good thing you didn't get dressed then; you're all messy again."

She laughed and nodded, inattentively cremating another marshmallow.

Once we'd had our fill of s'mores, I put some hot chocolate over the fire and told her she had time to wash up before it got hot. I glanced at the darkening sky and the sudden breeze blowing through the trees; there was a cold front coming, but it wasn't supposed to be here until late tomorrow.

We walked down to the pond, chatting about nothing consequential, and Sara sat on the dock, giving me a very pleasant view of her open crotch while she got her shoes and socks off. Then she stood and started to walk to the end of the dock, but before she could jump in I scooped her up from behind, pressed my lips against her belly, and blew.

"THHHHHPPPPPPPTTTBB!"

She cackled and squirmed out of my arms, but I grabbed her again and started tickling her ribs and belly. She shrieked and laughed, then twisted out of my reach and dove into the pond.

Surfacing, she stuck her tongue out at me. I couldn't follow, since I was fully clothed. She swam around a bit, then concentrated on washing the s'more debris off while I glanced pensively at the darkening sky and the huge thunderheads piling up in the distance. They were getting closer, and the wind was getting stronger. Maybe the weatherman was off a day.

Then again, when has the weatherman ever been right?

"Hey kiddo, better hop out and dry off. It looks like we're gonna get some bad weather soon."

She returned to the dock and I reached down and hauled her up by her hands, and she stood on the dock dripping wet, her pale skin covered in goosebumps, little pink nipples erect, and wet hair clinging to her head. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

"It's freezing!"

It was pretty chilly, but more so for her since she was wet and standing in the wind. I looked up at the sky again and frowned.

"It looks like we're gonna get some rain soon. We'd better hurry back."

She trotted over to where she'd left her socks and shoes and started to sit down to put them on, but I interrupted.

"Don't waste time putting them on, just pick them up."

"But- if I go barefoot, the sticks and rocks and stuff hurt my feet."

"I'll carry you. C'mon. Let's get back in the tent before it rains."

I bent down and hefted her up, giving her a piggyback ride to the tent. She stuck her feet out in front of us and wiggled her toes, swinging a shoe in each hand, and hummed some tune while I carefully studied the feel of her damp crotch on the back of my neck.

It started raining before we reached the tent. Hard. It was freezing cold too. Sara shrieked at the sudden splash of cold water from the sky, and I broke into a run. We reached the tent and I basically tossed her into the tent and jumped inside to zip it shut before the tent was flooded by the downpour.

We spent a few minutes huddling in the tent, listening to the rain beat down on the nylon above us, while I took off my shoes to avoid tracking mud into the tent. Sara sat on her little mound of blankets and waited to dry off, still humming that song. It seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.

As I sat there, listening to the rain and her humming, I glanced over at her. She sat with her knees, book between her feet, reading. I studied the pale, smooth, milky skin, the way her mosquito bite nipples stood out from the rest of her, the shape of her thin legs and the curve of her butt, the freckles sprinkled across her nose and upper cheeks like the first hints of the Milky Way appearing in the night sky, her damp hair clinging to her forehead...

Now, whether or not it was appropriate in any way, shape, or form to be sexually attracted to an 11 year old girl, she was pretty. She was definitely an eye-pleaser regardless of whether or not you lusted for her inappropriately.

We were alone, in the wilderness, with no around for miles, she was naked, and she had proved herself quite willing, or at least very curious. I wondered if I could take further advantage of that.

"Hey, Sara."

"Hmm?"

"You don't get sex ed until next year, right?"

"I think so. I dunno. We haven't had it yet though."

I casually asked, "So if you knew a lot of the stuff beforehand, do you think you'd make a better grade?"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. That certainly made sense.

"So do you remember what all the parts are on a guy and what they do?"

"I think so."

"I dunno," I said, sounding skeptical. "I'm sure you'll remember. How about I quiz you?"

"Ok," she said, putting her book down and sitting up attentively.

I slid out of my pants, then got on my knees and pulled my boxes down to expose myself to her.

"So which one's the penis?"

She giggled and pointed.

"Ok, which part is the head?"

She pointed, and I pretended I couldn't tell what she was pointing at; she then reached out and poked it.

"Ok, so what's this part called?"

"The... shaft?"

"Mm-hm. So what's the penis do?"

"It gets all big and hard."

"What else?"

"And then it squirts that snotty stuff. Oh, and it pees too."

I smirked at that one.

"What's this part called?"

"The scrrrrr..... scretum?"

"Scrotum. What's inside it?"

"The testacles!" It rhymed with Hercules.

"Testicles," I corrected. "And what do they do?"

"They make the slimy stuff that squirts out when your penis feels really good."

"What's it called?"

"Uh..."

"Semen."

"Semen. Ok."

"And what's it for?"

"It makes babies!"

I pulled my boxers back up and patted her on the head as I sat down.

"Good job, kiddo. You know all the guy parts. What about the girl parts?"

She adopted a puzzle expression and scratched an itch on her back.

"The vagina?"

"Right, that's part of it. But do you know all the parts?"

"Girls have more parts?"

I laughed and she looked embarrassed.

"Of course. So you don't know what they all are?"

She shook her head.

"Here, I'll show you. Spread your legs."

She looked me in the eye and held me there for several long seconds. After a moment's hesitation, I saw nothing but trust in those deep, blue eyes. She immediately spread her legs apart and looked down at her own crotch in curiosity.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking in nervous excitement. I bent down to her level.

Her outer labia were smooth, without so much as a trace of peach fuzz, milky white, a freckle on the left lip. Just the tip of the clitoral hood or inner labia, I wasn't sure which, peeked out from between her lips. I gently reached out and touched one side of her labia, stroking its softness.

"This outside part is called the outer labia."

"Labia?"

"It's Latin for 'lips', 'cause they look like someone's lips, kinda."

"How do you know all that?"

I smiled at her and responded, "I'm a grown up. We know these things."

She smiled back.

"You're a cool grown up. You know all kinds of stuff."

We both returned out attentions to her privates and I gently parted her outer lips.

"Hold those open."

She reached down with both hands and pulled her labia aside, affording me a clear view of what was hidden inside her Venus' cleft.

It was pink and moist, and very clean looking. Much more so than in any adult porn I'd seen. The inner labia seemed to be vestigial only, a neat little arc on either side of her slit that met to form the little nub of her clitoral hood. I pressed my index finger against the opening of her holy-of-holies.

"Do you know what this is?"

"My... vagina?"

"Uh-huh. Do you know what it's for?"

"That's where I pee from, right?"

"Not even close, kiddo."

"Really?"

"Yep." I rubbed it with my fingertip, marveling at how I was really touching the entrance to... yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?

"I didn't know that. I can't really see down there," she said, defensively. "So what's it for then?"

"Mmmm," I considered my responses, then went with, "It's complicated. You won't understand it all until you're older."

"Oh. So where do I pee from, then?"

I looked closely and... couldn't find it. I poked the general area of where it should be.

"It's a little hole there. And do you know what this is?" I was touching her hood now.

"Nuh-uh."

"That's your clitoris."

"My what?"

"Clitoris. It's a little bump that hides underneath this little fold of skin here."

"What's it do?"

"Well... you know how you can make me feel really good by touching my penis?"

"Yeah."

"The clitoris is sort of the same thing for girls."

"Really?"

"Yup. If a boy touches it just right, it feels really good."

She bent over and peered at her crotch, trying to get a good luck.

"You wanna try it?"

She met my eyes again; no suspicion, no disbelief, just childish curiosity. Which I was shamelessly taking advantage of.

"It feels good for girls like it does for you?"

"Yup."

"Ok!"

"All right, come sit in my lap."

She wiggled around into my lap, I leaned her back with me so we could both see, and she spread her legs for me. I wrapped my left around her waist and she clung onto it with both hands, while my right hand slid down to her crotch. I started gently rubbing her outer labia with my index and middle fingers. Man, she was silky soft.

"How's that feel?"

"It feels funny."

"Funny how?"

"It kinda tickles."

"Do you like it?"

She thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"I guess?"

I continued rubbing her labia for another minute or so, then gently parted her lips and rubbed my index finger up and down her slit. She made a sudden intake of breath.

"How's that?"

"It... tickles."

"Is that good, or bad?"

She didn't answer.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She squirmed in my lap a little, then nodded, a blush spreading across her face.

I rubbed up and down her little slit for a while longer, then rubbed my finger in a shorter arc across her clitoris. When I got no overt reaction, I placed my finger directly on top of her hood and started rubbing in circles.

She squirmed and giggled.

"That tickles!"

I laughed with her and rubbed a little harder. She suddenly froze, a startled look on her face.

"Whoa."

"How's that feel?"

"It feels... weird."

"You want me to stop?"

She stayed frozen for a long moment, then nodded uncomfortably. I was disappointed, but I guess it was to be expected. I removed my hand from her crotch.

"Ok."

Then I hugged her with both arms and quietly spoke into her ear, "I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel."

She blushed a deeper red, turned around in my lap, and hugged me back. We held each other like that for a few seconds before I realized she was shivering.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah."

"Better get dressed then, you don't want to catch a cold."

She got up, slid on her panties, night shirt, and socks, and burrowed under the blankets. Come to think of it, I was getting pretty chilly too. I folded back my sleeping bag and slid inside, then zipped it up.

We both lay there, reading by our flashlights, listening to the steady drumbeat of heavy rain and the rumble of approaching thunder. I glanced at my watch; if it weren't raining, it'd be getting dark right about now.

"I'm cold."

"Here, c'mere kiddo."

I unzipped my sleeping bag, grabbed the pad underneath her and her nest of blankets and slid the entire assembly over next to me. Then I wrapped one arm around the bundle of blankets with her inside and scooted her into the sleeping bag with me and zipped it back up.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

We read for a while longer, until I noticed she had dozed off and I set her book and flashlight aside. She sleepily wiggled deeper into her nest of blankets so only a bit of light brown hair poked out and then lay still. I smiled to myself as I brushed my hand through her hair, gently so as not to wake her. Then I turned off my flashlight and lay there in the dark.

You know how cartoons have that little angel that stands on your shoulder and encourages you to resist temptation? I didn't hear a peep out of that guy the entire time I was fondling a little girl's crotch. As soon as I turned the light out, the little bastard jumped out and was yelling, "That was wroooooong, mister!"

Hey, asshole, where were you when all this started? He was jerking off while I got a handjob and fondled a little girl, that's what. Then as soon as I'm alone, more or less, he does his best to make me feel like a guilty piece of shit.

Well, I guess that's what I was.

And once again, I lay there in the dark, feeling guilty and afraid, hating myself for what I'd done.

Thunder boomed in the distance.

My god, two updates in as many days? Am i dead? Is this heaven? This is the best update so far! I must be dead, this is too good.

In the off chance that i'm not, GOOD GOD OP that was amazing! I came buckets. Now.... i want.... moar....

Nice update! Keep it up, please!

It took a while but this thread is really paying off. Cheers OP

Started from the bottom now we here

In all honesty though I have grown to appreciate these characters and I'm excited to see the next update

Thanks OP!

godam op this is the best elit i've read since i discovered anonympc 3 years ago ... that's the highest complement i can give really

So what do you like most about the story, and what do you like least? Gimme some criticism so I know what works and what doesn't.

Also, I'm not going on sabbatical until I finish the camping trip, for those who are curious.

>>19834

What works best for your story? Your restraint towards the start has been ridiculous. This has been such a slow burn that I was suspicious (and many were convinced) that you were trolling, and that you were just going to build and build and build, and all of a sudden we'd get a post that says "And then I went home", and never hear from you again.

What worked against you in this story? Your restraint towards the start has been ridiculous. This has been such a slow burn that I was suspicious (and many were convinced) that you were trolling, and that you were just going to build and build and build, and all of a sudden we'd get a post that says "And then I went home", and never hear from you again.

Seriously, though--a great quote I recall reading from Alfred Hitchcock says "There's no terror in the bang; only in the anticipation of it." It's the same for passion and desire; the more slow and subtle the journey, the more epic the climax.

Mind you, keeping with the Hitchcock quote, there's no terror in aftermath, either; now that you're rolling down Badtouch Gorge towards Lake Boomchicka Bwah-Bwah, you probably should assess where you want to go when you're through. Make it sappy and turn it into a 'forbidden love' drama? Take a dark turn and make it a 'corruption of innocence/spiral into depravity' tale? Turn it sad and make the rest of the story a cautionary tale about someone from the outside catching wind and the main character trying to continue his romance while his life (and hers) spirals down the drain and is ultimately destroyed?

These would all be entertaining stories, but none of them are the one you've been writing. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realize:

Your tale--the crawling sprawling glorious torture that you've inflicted upon this board for almost a year now--ends at the bang.

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For one, i love the realism. Sara just comes off as such an authentic little girl of her age, especially her reactions in the latest chapters. Our protagonist doesn't seem so fleshed out to me, but only because the story is told strictly through his perspective. I still don't know what he was going to college for (that may be my fault for not remembering) what his dreams are, maybe past loves shit like that. This in no way detracts from the story i still absolutely love it just some character backstory that may be added.

The only real gripe i have is the depictions of Sara, it just seems like there could be alot of fap worthy fleshing out of the nude scenes of her.

> yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?

No, let's not, that's exactly why we come to this board lol.

I get this weird feeling like the reason there was such a long break in the writing is that nothing much was happening in the authors life and that the reason for this big burst of content is that he recently went on a camping trip.

But that's just silly.

This is purely fiction.