Perfectly natural

© 2021, by P.D. Vile​
NOTE: This story was originally written for the story writing contest at lolicit.org, where the mandatory theme for the contest was "Caught in the act".

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A long overdue reunion

I was struggling to keep my eyes open. But I didn't want to stop. If I stopped the car and allowed myself a few minutes of rest, I'd fall asleep and wake up somewhere in the middle of the night. So I kept going. Luckily, the roads were long, straight, and almost empty in this godforsaken scrap of land.

And then finally, I saw the familiar outline of Sam's roof, with his red and grey roof tiles. As I entered the driveway and shut down the engine, I saw my old friend step out of the house, arms wide open for a good old hug. That sight was enough to replenish my energy, at least enough to get out of the car, walk up to him, and greet him.

“Cade, my friend, it's so good to see you!” Sam exclaimed, as his hands locked around my back in a hug tight enough to crush a bear.
I didn't have the energy to return in kind, so I just tapped his back.
“Likewise, Samuel, likewise.”
“Hey, don't …” Sam started, but I interrupted him.
“Yeah, I know. 'Don't call me Samuel'. But it's just too much fun to see you get all worked up, Samuel. Too much fun.”

He broke the embrace and ribbed me playfully.
“You must be hungry after your trip, Cade. Come in. Rebecca has made a stew. Good, solid food. Easy to take in, and it'll help you sleep right through your goddamn jet-lag and get you accustomed to the proper time zones we have here in the Promised Land.”
I knew he was setting me up for a jab, but I was too tired. The short influx of energy I got when seeing him subsided, and my brain only wanted to shut down. He was right, though. It was much better to eat first and then sleep the whole night, instead of waking up at two on an empty stomach.
Sam noted my lack of response.
“Okay, I see you really need some food and then a bed. Come, I'll lead the way.”

I followed Sam inside the house, and was immediately greeted by Rebecca.
“Cade! So glad you made it. You must be tired after that trip. How long have you been on the road?”
“Fourteen hours on and off planes, and then the three-hour drive. Plus the ten-hour time difference of curse. But seeing you makes up for it, Rebecca. Still as gorgeous as ever. I'll never understand how the hell Sam got so lucky to get you.”
“You damn well know how Sam did that, Cade. It was you who set us up, and you know it. Who knows, perhaps one day I might even forgive you.”
Sam just laughed.
“You know she's just kidding, right? Rebecca is still very grateful for your help in getting us together. As am I. Such a shame we live so far apart now, our visits are far too infrequent.”
I nodded my agreement.
“True. But I'm here now. For a whole week. Let's make the best out of it.”
“Yes,” Rebecca agreed, “and that starts with dinner. Sam, please go and fetch Julia while I set the table.”
“Do you need help with that?” I offered, but Rebecca instantly refused.
“Nope, not a chance. Not today. You go and relax on the couch for a bit while we set up.”

I had to admit, I was indeed quite tired, so I gratefully accepted the offer.
As I reclined in a comfortable seat, I heard Sam walk up the stairs, knock on a door, and tell Julia to come down for dinner. Then he returned to the kitchen to help Rebecca.
And then, just as I decided to close my eyes for a bit and relax, the door to the living room opened and a girl entered.
“Julia! Oh my, how you have grown since I last saw you. How long has it been?”

The girl paused to think, giving me the time to look her over. Her face was more mature, but still definitely her. She had grown, a lot. Her body was much taller than I remembered, and had lost its plumpness. I guessed her to be pushing towards 1.50 already, with a slender and sporty looking figure.
She wore skin tight jeans that showed off her shapely legs, topped off with a loose fitting red t-shirt that provided a very nice contrast with her tanned skin. The front end showed a slightly faded cartoon print and a text, “The truth about love”. Since next to it was a heart with the name “P!nk” in it, I assumed “the truth of love” to be one of P!nk's albums.
Julia's long dark hair was no longer in two braids, as they were the last time I saw her. Instead, she now had a single long ponytail that was draped over her left shoulder and extended to about the height of her diaphragm.

When her eyes fell on me, I saw her face light up in that same heart-warming smile I remembered so well.
“That was my seventh birthday, Cade. You gave me this charm bracelet, remember?”
She extended her right arm, to show me she still wore the trinket.
“So that's over four years ago already. You really should come more often!”
“Yes, a long time indeed. I'm sorry, Julia, I too wish I could visit more often. But why are you not calling me uncle Cade anymore?”
“You want me to? I can if you like. But you're not really my uncle, right? I know that now!”
“Yeah, guess you're right, Julia. Calling me uncle made sense when you were still a little girl, but you are clearly not little anymore. You are growing up to become a young woman!”
I noticed her blush and smile at the same time at that compliment.
“So yeah. Just call me whatever you like, I'm okay with it.”
“Okay then, mister 'whatever you like I'm okay with it', If that's how you want me to call you, I will!”
And then she laughed, and the joy of hearing that sparkling laughter made me forget how tired I was.

Whose room?

I felt much better with Rebecca's excellent food in my belly. As I was working on my second helping of desert, Sam suddenly turned serious.
“Cade, there's one thing I have not mentioned yet. We have a slight issue with the sleeping arrangements. We had the guest room set up for you already, and then just last night we had a huge storm, and it seems the roof is leaking. We only discovered this morning that the guest room is totally flooded and there's no way we can accommodate you there.”
I tried to reply, but before I even managed to swallow the spoonful of rich cream I had just put in my mouth, Rebecca already continued.
“So we figured, Julia has a really large room, and we still had a spare mattress that we put on the floor there. I know it's not ideal, but I hope it's okay with you?”

I immediately turned towards Julia.
“Julia, your parents ask me, but I think we should ask you first. It's your room, after all. Are you okay with having me as your guest all week? I imagine at your age you need your privacy, and I can easily stay at a hotel, you know?”
“Hey, I'm not sending you to a hotel!” Sam interjected, “the nearest is at least 40 kilometres from here!”
“So? I'd much rather drive that distance than make your daughter uncomfortable. So, Julia, what do you say?”

Julia smiled.
“Nice of you to ask me, Cade. To be honest, when mom and dad asked this morning, I was not happy at first. But then I thought about it and … You know, at night I'm asleep anyway, right? So it doesn't matter. And during the day, when I want to be alone … well, I guess you'll be with mom and dad anyway, right? Or I can ask you to go to the living room for a while if you're in my room when I want to FaceTime my friends. You'll do that, right?”
“Of course!” I agreed, “I won't be there much at all during the day. And if you ever need me gone, just say it and you'll have your privacy.”
“Yeah, that's what I thought. That's enough for me. You can sleep in my room, Cade.”
I nodded.
“Thanks, Julia. Much appreciated. And if you ever change your mind during my stay, let me know. Okay?”
Her broad and grateful smile was all the answer I needed. Her warm hug was a nice bonus.

“Good, that's settled then. Julia, please help mom clear the table while I help Cade bring his stuff to your room.”
“No way, dad!”
If Julia's eyes could shoot fire, the house would be ablaze now! I had not expected such a sudden swing.
“It's still my room. You're not allowed to enter when I'm not there!”
Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Rebecca quickly defused the situation.
“It's okay, dear. It's just the last desert plates anyway. I got this. Julia can join Cade and you, I'm sure she can carry some of his suitcases too. Go!”
Sam sighed.
“You sure you got this, Rebecca? Okay then. Come Julia. But for punishment, I'll make you carry the heaviest suitcase.”
Julia stuck out her tongue at her father.
“Yeah, no problem, dad. I know you're getting too old for the heavy work!”
And with that she jumped off her chair and skipped out of the room, on her way to my car.

Julia's room was what you'd expect from a young pre-teen girl. Her ageing wallpaper showed a fading pattern of blue and pink pastels, where it was not covered by posters of pop artists. I recognized the name P!nk on one of the two posters. Two others showed what appeared to be a typical boy band, and a third was a close up of one of the members of that band, dressed in a much too tight t-shirt, designed to show off his abs.
To one side was a desk with a laptop, utensils for school work, and a toy house. A large closet was right next to it. Hugging the other wall was what appeared to be a full size bed. A few chairs, neatly stacked up against the third wall, probably to make space for a similar sized mattress that laid on the floor in the middle of the room.

I dropped the bag I was carrying on the mattress, but Julia immediately picked it up again and replaced it on her bed.
“You're sleeping in the bed, Cade. I'm on the mattress.”
“You sure? I'm already intruding in your room, so …”
“Not even up for debate. You take the bed, or you get to drive to that hotel after all.”
I nodded approvingly at Sam.
“Seems you raised your daughter with the same hospitality you always had.”
Sam chuckled.
“Either that, or she wants to make sure she can tease you for being an old man who needs a proper bed to prevent back aches.”
“No way, dad! I would not do that. You are an old man. Cade is … well, you know. Cade.”
“But Cade is the same age as …”
“Doesn't matter. And now get out of my room while I help Cade settle in.”
Sam stood for a few seconds, mouth agape. Then he snapped it shut, turned around and left the room.

Caught in the act

With Julia's help, it didn't take long to unpack my bags. We soon were back in the living room, where Sam and Rebecca had already started on the wine. They offered me a glass as well. “Can I get a drink too?” Julia asked.
“It's past nine already, Julia. Way past your bedtime. You should go to sleep.”
“Aawww. But we just finished dinner? Cade is here now, and I can sleep in tomorrow. Can I stay up, please? Pretty please, can I?”
“You can stick around for one glass of apple juice, young lady, but then it's off to bed without as much as a peep. Are we clear?”
“Yes, mom. Thanks, mom!”
Julia hugged her mother, then casually dropped herself in my lap. I raised an eyebrow.
“Aren't you getting too old to sit in laps?”
“I don't know,” Julia shrugged, “am I?”
I shrugged.
“Your call. I don't mind.”

The next twenty minutes or so, I heard everything about Julia's school, friends, hobbies, and favourite music (as expected, P!nk). But then she finished her glass of juice, pecked my cheek, and got up.
“Good night, Cade. Good night, mom and dad!”
She kissed both her parents good night too, brought her empty glass to the kitchen, then disappeared upstairs.
“Wow, I did not know girls her age can be that obedient,” I complimented Rebecca.
“She knows if she agrees to a deal to get a favour, she needs to keep it or there won't be any more deals for a long time. She can be a pain in other situations. Trust me, she's already starting to get the hang of this adolescence thing real good, and you do not want to see that side of her.”
Sam refilled my glass.
“Finally time for us adults to catch up. How's life going in the old country, Cade?”

We chatted a bit, But soon, much too soon, I felt my exhaustion return.
“Sam, my old friend, I'm really sorry. And you too, Rebecca. I wanted to spend more time catching up. But I'm really too tired.”
“It's okay, Cade,” Rebecca replied, “we know how long your trip has been, and the time difference must be killing too. You're here all week, we'll have plenty of time to catch up. Go get some sleep. Oh, and please be quiet. Julia is a light sleeper.”
I left my shoes at the bottom of the stairs, tip-toed upstairs as silently as possible, and carefully, silently opened the door to our room.

I immediately realized that being silent had not been the right choice.
Julia was lying on the mattress, a bedsheet covering her body. But the sheet was thin enough that the outline of her body was visible in the pale light. I could not help but notice the outline of her right arm, angled over her body, her hand positioned where her legs met. It was impossible to miss the rhythmic movements of that hand. And in case there was still any doubt, that was shredded by the moaning sounds emerging from her mouth, distorted in sweet agony, as her eyes were closed to focus on whatever mental image she was projecting.
Julia was, very clearly, masturbating. And I had walked right in on her.

This was not intended for my eyes. This was supposed to be Julia's private time. I was not supposed to be here.
I quickly retreated and closed the door. Too quickly. The door very audibly closed shut, shortly thereafter followed by Julia's exclamation: “Shit!”
And then, after a dense silence: “Cade? Is that you?”
She sounded afraid, ashamed, angry, and embarrassed, all at the same time. I knew I'd have to talk to her now.
“Yeah, this is me. Can I come in?”

She sat on the bed, her arms tight around her knees. She looked completely devastated. I sensed she was not ready to talk yet, she needed to be comforted first.
So I just sat down beside her, wrapped my arm around her shoulder. We sat for a long time, and I felt her body relax a bit. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, and her body tensed up again. I had to break the silence.
“It's okay, Julia.”
Just those words were enough to break the dam. All of a sudden, tears started flowing. For a long time, I just held her, gently tapping her back and stroking her hair as her tears poured over my shoulder. Until, finally, she was able to speak.

“I'm so sorry, Cade. I'm so embarrassed. I didn't expect you already. I thought I had time. I … I …” Sobs interrupted her speech. “Are you … are you going to tell mom and dad?”
The tremble in her voice and the fear in her eyes were truly heartbreaking.
“Julia, relax. I won't tell on you. And there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You did nothing wrong. If anyone made a mistake, it was me. I should have respected your privacy. I should have knocked.”
“Yeah, but … I was … isn't it weird that I …? You must think I'm some kind of freak, right?”
“No, Julia, not at all. Believe me, it's totally normal to masturbate … that's what it's called when you play with yourself … at your age. Really. Trust me, all kids eventually discover masturbation, usually at your age or even younger. And then they never stop. It's all perfectly natural, trust me.”

It was heart-warming to see the fear and embarrassment disappear from this young girl's eyes, to be replaced with confidence and curiosity.
“Really? Everyone does it?”
I nodded.
“Even you?”
I hesitated. Hopefully briefly enough that Julia didn't notice. Honesty was the best way to restore her confidence right now. So I nodded again. “Yup. Even me. A lot, actually, I quite like it.”
“Even mom and dad?”
“Well, they obviously can have sex with each other. So probably not as often. But yes, I'm sure that your mom and dad also still masturbate every now and then.”
“Eeeeww!”
“Hey, you asked!”

I tousled her hair, then continued.
“You know I won't tell them, right? I promised you not to tell, so I won't. But trust me, even if they find out you masturbate, I'm sure they won't be surprised. And they won't mind.”
“Really? They wouldn't?”
“If I had a daughter your age, I would understand that she starts to explore her body. And that she likes touching herself. And I would much rather that she touches herself than that she lets boys in school touch her.”
“Eeeewwww! Cade! You're gross! Boys are stupid!”
“I know.” I smiled as I stroked her hair. “But you asked, so I answered. I really think that's how your parents would feel about it. They might need some time to adapt to the idea of you growing up. Kids always grow up faster than parents can adapt. But playing with yourself at your age is natural, healthy, and a heck of a lot less dangerous than playing with boys.”

All of a sudden, Julia turned towards me, pulled my face in, and planted a wet sloppy kiss on my right cheek.
“Thanks, Cade! For not telling mom and dad. And for being cool about it. And for explaining. So glad to know it's perfectly natural to do it!”
Surprised, I hugged her. The second I pulled her close, I realized it was a mistake. My hands on her back felt how thin the fabric of her nightie was. She was not dressed for hugging. But letting her go now would be weird. It would make her feel rejected.
Before I could ponder the right course of action, Julia decided for me. She closed her arms around my back in response, and our bodies met. And all of a sudden I was reminded, again, but now in a different way, of Julia's progress from girl to woman. With only the thin fabric or her nightie and my T-shirt between us, I felt two small bumps press into my chest. Bumps that definitely had not been there four years ago. Bumps that felt firm and soft. Small, young, developing still. And yet, feeling them pressed against my chest felt strangely good.
Damn, I had been without a woman for far too long, if just feeling the starting buds of an 11-year-old had this effect on me.

I held the hug until I felt I could break it without it getting awkward.
“Well, I was actually going to bed. Let me grab my pyjamas real quick, and I'll get changed in the bathroom.”
Julia switched her bed lamp on.
“Since I'm awake anyway, no need to go stumble around in the dark.”

Perfectly natural

When I returned from the bathroom, dressed in my pyjamas, Julia was already back on the mattress, under her thin sheet. The light was still on.
“You can reach the light switch from the bed. Can you turn it off when you're ready?”
“Sure, Julia. Good night!”
“Sweet dreams, Cade!”

I lay on my back, arms folded behind my head, trying to relax and find sleep after this long day. With the bed lamp out, my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim moonlight falling into Julia's room through a crack between the curtains.
And then, just as my mind started to slowly fade into nothingness, I heard it.
Julia was moaning again.
Was she?

I looked aside. And yes, she was. She most definitely was.
Her bedsheet was thin enough that even in the vague moonlight I could clearly see her silhouette. She had her legs spread wide. Her left hand was on top of one of those two perky breasts that had pressed into my chest a few minutes ago, while her other hand was between her legs, frantically moving in a fast circular motion, as Julia was very clearly pleasuring herself “Mmmmmmhhhhh,” the young girl moaned happily, as I watched, mesmerized.
The motion of her right hand changed. Even without being able to see under the sheet, it was clear from the movement that she switched from rubbing her clitoris to moving a finger in and out of her vagina.
To my surprise, I felt a carnal response. My dick very clearly started to swell as my mind, against my better judgement, envisioned the picture of Julia's finger thrusting in and out of her unused girlhood, undoubtedly her thumb still twiddling that sensitive love button. Perhaps she even managed to get two fingers in there?
I forcefully shoved those thought aside as I deliberately and audibly cleared my throat.

Julia stopped moving. Her eyes opened. She turned her head in my direction. I am sure she must have seen me watching.
But then, after a few seconds, she closed her eyes again. I noticed how her hands resumed their naughty activities. And soon enough her breathing sped up again, and her mouth opened, ready to emit more of the moaning sounds that had interrupted my sleep.
Damn! Had my hint not been clear enough? Was she actually unaware I was awake?

I had no choice. I had to be blunt.
“Julia?”
She stopped again, looked once more in my direction.
“Yes, Cade?”
“What are you doing?”
“I'm masturbating. It helps me sleep better when I masturbate first.”
So calmly. So matter-of-factly. As if it was the most normal thing in the world for a young pre-teen to masturbate right next to her father's best friend.
“But I'm here. I'm awake.”
“Yes …” she started. Her voice sounded confused. “Oh wait, I was too loud, wasn't I? Sorry, Cade! I'll try to be quiet.”

“No, Julia. That's not it. Don't you get it?”
I may have sounded more annoyed than I should have. But I thought at that time that she was being deliberately obtuse. I was convinced she was trying to play some weird game with me.
That anger instantly fled, making way to guilt for my outburst at her, when I heard her voice next to me. She sounded surprised, disappointed in herself, and oh so vulnerable.
“Get what? Cade, I'm really sorry. I don't know why you're upset. Did I so something wrong?”
“Wrong? No, of course not. But you … well, you … Damn, how to say this? …”
“Is it … the masturbating, Cade? Should I not have done that? I don't understand. You said everybody does it. You said it's normal. And perfectly natural.”
“Yes. Yes, I did. And it is. But … not when other people are around. When you're alone.”
A short silence. A pensive look on Julia's beautiful face. And then the simplest and hardest of all questions.
“Why?”
“Why?” I repeated, trying to gain time.
“Yes, why? Why only when I'm alone? If everybody does it, if it's perfectly normal, then why hide it?”

I took my time to think about the best answer. Julia had, despite (or perhaps because of) her tender age, managed to ask a question that I myself had been philosophizing about in my twenties. Why do we, humans, cover our bodies? Why do we hide our sexual activities, be they self pleasuring, a mutual game of heartfelt lovemaking, or a quick fuck with a random pickup? Why do we all know and agree that it's wrong to just drop our pants and masturbate on the nearest bench if we get horny during a walk in the park?
It's a question I never really found a satisfactory answer to.
But Julia didn't need philosophy. She needed a practical answer. And as much as it bothered me, I'd have to be honest.
“Because … it excites me. I lie here and I hear your happy moans. And I see the movement of your sheet. I see how you play with your vagina with one hand. How your other hand touches your breasts. That excites me. It makes me horny.”

It was hard to make out Julia's expression in the pale light. But I'm still pretty sure I saw surprise, and also a bit of … pride?
It was her turn to stay silent for a while, as she processed my admission and pondered how to respond.
Finally, she nodded.
“Okay. So you get horny. And then you want to masturbate too. Right?”
I nodded. I'm not sure if Julia even noticed. She continued talking, as if thinking out loud.
“But why is that bad? You said you masturbate. And like it. If you get horny when I masturbate, then can't you just masturbate too?”
“Because …”

I snapped my mouth shut as I realized I had no argument.
Masturbating right next to an 11-year-old girl was wrong. Totally wrong. Everyone knew that.
But why?
I was not confronting her with sexuality she was not ready for. She clearly was already aware of masturbation, and I was not shocking her with new and unwanted information.
I also was not exposing myself to her. I was under the bedsheet. And from her mattress on the ground, she probably could not see my body on her bed anyway.
What concern could remain? Perhaps the counterpart to what I had experienced, that she would get horny over hearing me pleasure myself? Well, she very clearly was already horny, I did not see how me masturbating next to her would make much of a difference there!

I didn't know what to say. And clearly Julia didn't have the patience to keep waiting. She brusquely rolled back on her back, and under the thin sheet I once more saw her legs spread and her hand move to her pleasure spot.
“Well, suit yourself. Masturbate or don't, I don't care. I'm going to finish this. I can't go to sleep, not when I'm as horny as I am now. You said it's natural, so unless you have a good reason, I'll just do what's natural.”

She closed her eyes, as her hands started to move again. I quickly looked away, trying not to think of her activities. But the more I tried to perish the thought, the more my mind started to picture it.
In my imagination, I saw her kick off the sheet. I had already got a first impression of the shape of her little buds when she had hugged me, just a few minutes ago. How would they look? Would her nipples be erect? How flat would her tummy be? Her vulva, hairless or some first downy hairs already? Would she be inserting just a single finger or two?
I scolded myself for these thoughts. She's only eleven, for crying out loud. She has discovered masturbation, and she is clearly open about it. That doesn't mean it's okay to sexualize her like this! She's just a little girl, dammit!
But her speedy breathing and guttural moans kept bringing those images back, so much that I wondered whether it would not have been better to just watch her outline under the sheet instead of letting my fantasy go in overdrive.

My dick was painfully hard, and I realized I was probably staining my pyjama bottoms with my pre-cum now. Instinct and horniness started to win out on restraint and intellect. She had a point, right? It was natural, I myself had told her that. What reasons were there to not just whip it out and start stroking? What actually good reasons?
I succumbed. I don't know whether Julia even heard or otherwise noticed when I lifted my hips to push my pyjama bottoms to my ankles, then lift my shirt. My hand found my dick, already wet and slippery from my own juices. I stroked it, slowly at first, but soon animalistic instinct took over, and I started to pump it faster and faster. By now, I was pretty sure Julia must have heard. But she didn't seem to care. I did not hear any change in the sounds of her breathing and moaning.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus my mind on my last girlfriend. But her face blurred and changed into Julia's face. Her breasts shrunk to about the size I estimated Julia's buds to be; her landing strip disappeared, her body shrank.
Angry at myself, I pushed Julia out of my mind. There was a very hot new hire in the office. Joanne. Just 19, perhaps 20. Always dressed provocatively. There was not a single guy in the office who would not do her in an instant if she offered. I would focus on Joanne.
But it didn't help. No matter how hard I tried, Joanne in her tight leather skirt and tight shirt with deep cleavage kept getting replaced by Julia. In that same tight leather skirt, and with that same deep cleavage, now revealing an almost flat chest instead of Joanne's ample boobs.

I realized I would not win this fight, and so I gave in. I would allow myself to indulge in this fantasy, this time. Just this one time only, because of the situation.
I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I saw, in the pale light, the look of painful pleasure on Julia's face, as little drops of sweat formed on her forehead. Her body, still covered by a thin linen sheet, was now in full motion. Her hips bucked, her chest shivered, and her hand was now clearly pumping fast in and out of her forbidden sex as she brought herself closer to pleasure.
I noticed how my hand, unconsciously, adapted its pace to match that of hers. My fist massaged my hard rod in perfect harmony with her little hand dipping in and out of her honeypot.

And then her mouth opened in a long silent scream, her back arched impossibly, her whole body trembled, and I knew I witnessed an 11-year-old girl orgasm.
Seeing that tipped me over. I felt I was about to cum. In a gesture, automated over many years, my left hand shot to the side of the bed, only to bang hard into a wall. But even that could not stop my release, not anymore, I was too close. I felt the warm fluids race through my tube, and then, with a load moan that had to be coming from my own throat, a large spurt of sticky sperm shot out and landed all across my chest. A second spurt followed, then more, until, several spurts and moans later, I felt the last drops dribble out, forcelessly, and then start a slow descent along the length of my dick.

What a mess!

I lay still for a few seconds, in pure post-nut bliss. Then, just as I finally got ready to exhale again, I heard Julia exhale deeply besides me.
And then she giggled.
“That's so funny! I think we had our orgasm at the same time! And then we also exhaled at the exact same time! Almost as if we planned it!”
I wanted to explain how her orgasm actually induced mine. But the feeling of several already cooling but still sticky drops of my baby batter starting to make their way across my chest to wherever gravity was pulling them, and the slowly registering pain in my left hand, made me recall my oversight from earlier.

I quickly looked down at my chest. Sheesh! It was a lot. I didn't know I came that much.
That created a problem for me.
“Shit.”
I must have said it out loud, even though I didn't plan to. The giggles to my side stopped.
“What's the matter, Cade?”
I sighed. I had not intended to explain the sordid details of male masturbation — and especially the aftermath — to an 11-year-old girl. But I had already done a lot I never planned. And I did not see any way to hide it from her anyway.

“Well, I don't know if you know, but when a man has an orgasm, stuff comes out of his penis.”
“Yeah, I know,” she quickly chimed in, eager to boast her knowledge in these adult matters, “that is the sperm, and when it goes into a woman's vagina it can make her pregnant. Mom and dad told me about this because they think it's important to know about sex stuff.”
To be honest, I was not surprised. I recalled the many discussions I'd had with Sam in our shared past, over too many beers. He never held back as he shared his conviction that better sex education in schools is the best, if not only, way to reduce teenage pregnancy, child sexual abuse, STDs spreading by stupid horny adolescents. And probably also fix the economy and achieve world peace.

“So normally when I masturbate, I have an old sock next to my bed, that I use to shoot it in. So it doesn't soil the bed. Grabbing it when I cum … when I get my orgasm is an automatic movement. Except here, on that side of the bed is a wall.”
“Oh, so that's the bang I heard!”
She laughed loud and long at my expense, and I had no choice but to endure it.
“Yeah, it was,” I continued after she settled down, “and now I have a few very large puddles of sperm on my chest and stomach, and I feel how they are starting to flow down. They'll soil my bed, and then I'll have to sleep in that mess. But if I get …”
“So clean up, then!”
“Brilliant, miss smarty-pants. As I was just saying: if I get up now, it will all flow down immediately and the mess will be even bigger.”
“Oh.”

A short silence. And then, barely contained excitement audible in her voice, Julia proposed a solution.
“Hey, but I can go to the bathroom real quick and grab you a wash cloth and some water. Would that help?”
Frankly, I would have been happy if she had just handed me my shirt. But this was even better.
“Oh, yes. Great idea. Would you do that?”
Before I even finished the sentence, she threw back her sheet, jumped up, and left. Leaving me wondering if it was just my imagination, or if I actually had just seen her stark naked.

As I lay in my bed, I focused on where I felt the puddles on my stomach and chest. When I felt one threaten to make it down, I used my hand to stop it. My other hand constantly kept the sheet a few centimetres above my body, to keep it from staining.
While doing this, I heard Julia rummaging around in the bathroom. Opening and closing cupboards. Water flowing. And then the door opened, and she flicked on the light.

It had not been my imagination. Apparently, Julia had taken off her nightie for easy access when she masturbated. And apparently, she had been in such a rush to get me something to clean myself up with that she had not even taken the time to put it back on.
I quickly looked away. But even then I already realized that, no matter how short the moment had been that I had seen her in the full light of her ceiling lamp, I would never forget the sight, forever be able to recall that vision of innocent beauty in all details.

She carried a water-filled bowl in two hands. A wash-cloth was draped over the edge of the bowl, and she even had a towel draped over her arm. But that was not what burnt into my memory forever. What did were the parts of her body I was not supposed to see.
The sharp contrast where two white triangles stood out from her tanned chest and stomach, drawing attention to the two little humps, decorated by darker aureolas and tiny nipples. Lower, another larger white triangle. Her mons pubis showed no signs of hair at all, thereby giving my eyes unrestricted access to the small slit, separating her still childish labia.

Immediately after turning my head away, I realized my mistake. How was I going to take the wash cloth and water from her without looking?
So I turned back, expecting her to already wait for me to take the wash cloth from her. I was wrong. She had just set the bowl on the floor next to the bed, and exactly at the moment I looked she grabbed my bedsheet and unceremoniously pulled it off of me, leaving my naked body, still covered in puddles of cooling down cum, fully exposed to her innocent eyes.

Julia didn't appear fazed at all. She quickly inspected my chest and belly, nodding as she noticed the large puddles of sticky white fluid, then used a moist wash cloth to dab the largest puddles. “But … but …,” I tried to say something, but the situation had me speechless.
“What?” Julia calmly asked, as she rinsed the wash cloth in the bowl of water and wrung it.
“You are … I am …,” I tried again. I probably would've got further if she had not at that exact moment decided that it would be easier for her to sit down. Cross-legged. As she parted her legs, her labia were pulled apart a bit, treating me to a good view of the folds within, glistening a bit from the juices she herself had spread there just minutes ago. As I noticed a stirring in my loins, I quickly forced my eyes away, focusing her face instead.
She was clearly very focused on her cleaning job, making sure to pick up all remaining smaller puddles of my cum. But also a bit surprised and annoyed at my stammering.
“What, Cade? What is it?”

“You're naked,” I finally blurted, “and so am I.”
“Well, duh. Of course, I am naked. I was masturbating, remember? And so were you. Or would you have preferred that I get dressed first, while your sperm is starting to mess up the sheets? I thought you wanted to keep them clean?”
“Well, no. Yes. I mean … I don't know, it's just …”
“Hey, relax Cade. This,” as she gestured to her own naked body, “is perfectly natural too. We were all born naked. The human body is nothing to be ashamed off.”
“I take it you learned that from your parents too?”
“Yes. They have explained that society is too hung up on nudity. That there are good reasons for wearing clothes, but we should not all go nuts if we see a breast or a penis or whatever.”

There were no puddles left, but Julia rinsed the wash cloth once more, then slowly and carefully washed all of my chest and belly.
“Let's make sure you're actually clean and not sticky anymore.”
“Thanks, Julia. I had expected you to just give me the cloth, so I could clean myself. It's very nice that you do this for me.”
Julia interrupted her movements briefly.
“Heh, wow. Now you tell me. Silly me, that had not even occurred to me! I thought you just had to lie still.”
But then she continued to wash me further.
“Oh well. Might as well finish it now. It's actually kinda nice to do this for you.”

She finished the last part of my belly, once more rinsed the wash cloth, then looked my body over.
“Hmmm, there's still a lot of messy stuff there,” she mumbled … and then without any advance warning grabbed my limp dick in one hand, held it up, and gently started to wipe it with the wash cloth.
It was too much. Despite having cum just a few minutes before, I got hard again the second she touched me.

“Whoa!” Julia exclaimed, then giggled, “Wait? What's happening? Is that an erection?”
“Yes,” I had to admit, “yes, it is an erection.”
“Why? Mom and dad explained that men get an erection when they want to have sex. Do you want to have sex?”
Damn. How was I going to explain this to her?

“Well, you see …” I started slowly, still unsure where to go.
To my relief, I noticed that my dick was deflating a bit again, now that Julia was no longer holding it.
“Men get an erection when they are horny. That is the same feeling you have when you masturbate. And that I have when I masturbate. It's … it's our body wanting to have sex.”
“So … like … like an automatic reaction?”
“Yes, like that. My eyes see a naked girl. A very beautiful and sweet naked girl.”
She smiled at the compliment.
“And I myself am naked too. And then that beautiful naked girl takes my di… my penis in her hand.”
She giggled.
“You were going to say 'dick', weren't you Cade?”
“Yeah, I was.” I admitted sheepishly.
“That's a naughty word, Cade. You should not use it.”

But as she said that, her attention shifted to my crotch.
“So you're saying that your erection was just because I touched your … your dick.”
“Yes. But you should not call it that. Like you said, it's naughty.”
“I know, Cade!” She giggled. “Sorry. Was teasing you.”
And then she extended her hand and grabbed my dick again. Very deliberately. She held it, then stroked the length with her other hand, like she did before, but now without the wash cloth.

My dick quickly grew back to full size. Not because of how she handled me, she clearly had no experience, but simply because she handled me. Because she handled me. Such a pure, innocent, and immature little girl. I groaned as I felt the soft skin of her immature fingers explore my hard member.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. No, not at all. I groaned because it feels good. You are … you really should not do this, Julia. You are …,” another groan escaped me, as she ignored my pleas to stop, “… this is wrong, we should not do this.”
“Why?”
Her face showed honest surprise and non-understanding, as her fingers continued to explore my raging hardness.
“You are …” another load moan that I could not suppress interrupted my objection, “you're too young, Julia. You're only eleven!”

Julia didn't respond. Her exploring movements had pulled my foreskin back, and she was now googling my swollen dickhead, wide-eyed, then probingly moving the skin up and down, sending me straight to heaven. Or hell. Fuck, I had no idea anymore.
Noticing my response, Julia realized how good this made me feel. Awkwardly at first, but with increasing confidence as my moans and sighs betrayed my pleasure, she jacked my cock, sending wave after wave of forbidden pleasure through my by now defenceless body.
“Julia, wait, you … oh, fuck, that's so good! … but no, stop, this is … oh, yeah, hmmmm.”

Despite having just shot a huge load already, I felt how close I was to cumming again, and with my last rest of common sense I managed to grab her hand in mine and pull it away. Frustration at stopping so close before orgasm and relief at barely avoiding making the situation even worse than it already was mixed in my head.
But Julia was not happy. Sitting on her knees, legs spread, arms angrily in her side, chest pointed forward, and an angry look at her face … did she have any idea just how sexy she was in this pose?
“I don't get it, Cade. You say it's natural that you get horny when you see me naked. You say that it's natural for girls my age to become curious and experiment. Well, I am curious. I am experimenting. I can see that you like it when I touch your penis. And I like playing with it. I like how it feels in my hand. I like how it twitches. I like seeing your happy face when I pull the skin up and down. I'm having fun, you're having fun, what's wrong with that?”

I paused to think about my answer. I wished my dick would go down, but hearing her blurt out how she loved touching it had the reverse effect, and it visibly twitched as she spoke those words. “Look, you're only 11. I'm 38. We can't be doing this. This is sex.”
“Yeah, duh! I know this is sex. I'm not 8 anymore. I was … what was the name again? Giving a Jack Job?”
“Handjob. Or jacking off.”
“Oh, yes. Right. I'm giving you a hand job. That's sex. I know that. I told you already, mom and dad explained sex to me. They also explained that if someone, especially a grown up, ever does something I don't want, I must tell them, and he'll be lucky if he only ends in jail.”
“See? That's why …”
“Shit, Cade, don't you listen? When they do something I don't want. What must I do to get it in your head that I do want this?”
And with those words she wrested her hand free of mine, grabbed my dick, and vigorously resumed her jacking movements.

“Wait …” I mumbled incoherently, “the law … your parents … must not …”
My mouth protested, feebly, but I didn't try to stop her again. I was getting close again already, and it simply felt too good.
“The law is to make sure dirty men cannot trick little girls. You didn't trick me. I want this, how often do I have to say that? And mom and dad?” she shrugged, “well, if you don't tell I won't.”
Her hand continued to massage my shaft. Her other hand sought her own little honeypot. Still on her knees, her legs spread, she shamelessly started to play with herself as she stroked my dick with little skill but more than enough enthusiasm to make up for it.

That did it for me. I was unable to hold back, My orgasm came, and it came so fast and so hard that I was not even able to warn Julia. A huge stream of sperm shot out of my cock, splattering over my stomach, but also her hand and lower arm.
“Eeeep!”
Surprised and shocked, she let go of my dick, causing it to flop uncontrollably as another spurt shot out. In her direction. Some landed on my hip, most on the bed, but some even on her knee.
I quickly grabbed my cock to steady it and ensure the rest of my spunk landed on my own stomach again. But I could not change that I had plastered her hand and arm in my hot sperm, and left a good helping on her knee and upper leg as well.

I was expecting Julia to scream in horror. Or to get mad at me. Or scared, cry, anything except …
“Whoa!”
The pride in her voice was impossible to overhear.
“I made you do that, didn't I?”

The stubbornness of puberty

Still beaming with pride, Julia once more grabbed the wash cloth, rinsed and wrung it, then wiped my stomach and chest. After that, she also cleaned her own leg.
“I'm sorry that I shot all over you, Julia.”
“I was the one holding your penis, Cade. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. Bad aim.”
She giggled at those last words.
“I have to admit, I was surprised how far it shot. I knew your sperm comes out when you orgasm, but I did not know it goes like that.”
“I should have warned you.”
She just shrugged.
“Never mind, Cade. I already washed it off. It's not like it's poisonous. I mean, it's even supposed to go in here,” she pointed at her crotch with those words, “once I'm older, when I want a child. So I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous.”

She had saved my limp dick as the last project to clean. Once more, she carefully rinsed it clean. Then tossed the wash cloth aside and flopped my dick in her hand.
“It's not getting hard anymore.”
“No. Men need time to recover after an orgasm. I was already surprised it got hard so soon after my first orgasm, And that I had so much cum when you …”
“Cum?”
“Oh, sorry. Sperm. Cum is a naughty word. I should not have used it.”
She nodded her understanding, as I continued.
“This is a bit weird, you know. I'm used to using the proper words with children. But I use the dirty words when I have sex. Now, the two short-circuit a bit in my head.” Julia laughed out loud at that, then suddenly slapped her hand across her mouth and tilted her head a bit, as if trying to hear if her parents had heard her. She probably heard the same as I did, tense music, screeching tires, gun shots, and shouting, from whatever film Sam and Rebecca were watching. Nothing more.

“Sorry to confuse you, Cade,” she then whispered, smiling, as her hand once more tried to revitalize my spent dick, “but I don't mind if you use the naughty words. I know most of them already. I know your penis is a dick or a cock. My vagina is a cunt, or cunny. I like the word cunny better, it sounds almost as good as it can make me feel. And when a man and a woman have sex, and he puts his … dick in her cunny, then that's called fucking. Or intercourse when I talk with mom and dad.”
I pulled her hand away from my dick.
“It's really spent now. It won't get hard again. Not until I sleep. But where have you learned all those words?”
“I don't mind that it's soft. I still like the feeling of it … of your cock. It feels different now that it's soft, but still special. It's fun to play with.”
She once more grabbed my cock, as she continued to answer my question.
“And I've learned those words from friends. Friends with older siblings, you know. Grown-ups all think we only think about toys and TV shows, but we don't. We also talk about other stuff, you know.”

I again pushed her hand away.
“I like that you like playing with my penis … dick.”
I decided that if she wanted to use dirty words, I no longer needed to hold back.
“But it gets sensitive and if you keep doing that I'll get very sore.”
“Oh, wow. I didn't know that. Sorry, Cade.”
“It's okay, Julia. You could not know. That's why I told you. But it's also very late already. You need to get back on your mattress and leave me to myself, so we can both sleep.”
Julia nodded.
“Okay. Guess you're right. But there's still a problem.”

“Huh? What?”
A problem? Had I gone too far after all? Was she starting to realize what we had done?
“There!”
Julia pointed to the large wet spot on the bed, between where my dick and her leg had been when I had erupted in my second orgasm.
“You can't sleep in that sticky mess. You told me so before. That's why I had to clean you up, remember?”
She was right. I had not noticed yet, overwhelmed as I was with all emotions and experiences of what had just happened. But now that Julia mentioned it, I did notice that my right hip was lying on a cold, wet, and sticky spot.
“Yeah, well. It's a bit annoying, that's true. But I'll have to accept it. Can't change it now.”

Julia's went once more got that look of intense focus as she considered the situation.
“Well, I still think it's wrong to have you sleep in a wet bed. So, you are going to sleep on the mattress tonight.”
“Huh, what? But then … Hey, I'm not going to let you sleep in a wet bed either!”
“Hmm, no. You're right.”
A short pause, then she had a new idea.
“So we just both sleep on the mattress. It'll be a bit tight, but we can make it work.”
“Oh no. No way. We already … We can't … No, no, no. No, I cannot sleep in a bed with an 11-year-old. That would be so wrong!”
“Why?”

“Because …”
Yeah, why? Good question. I didn't have a good answer, actually.
“See? No reason. Now get up and get on the mattress with me.”
But even without good arguments, I still felt that it would be wrong. Very wrong.
“No. Sorry Julia. Reasons or not, I'll stay here.”
“But …”
“What are you going to do? Force me out? Tell on me?”

A long silence. Then Julia nodded.
“You are right. I can't force you. If you want to stay in the bed, then you can stay in the bed.”
And without further comments, she stepped in the bed next to me, smack in the middle of the large wet spot, then pulled the bedsheet over the two of us.
“Hey, what? Wait! You can't sleep in bed with me, I just told you …”
“That I can't force you out of bed. So I won't. But I still want you to sleep on the dry mattress. Your problem seems to be that you rather sleep alone in a wet bed than on a dry mattress with me. So I change your choices. I sleep where you sleep. You can sleep in a wet bed with me or on a dry mattress with me.”
“But … but …”
“Yeah, what are you going to do? Force me out? You can, if you want to. You're probably stronger. But mom and dad will hear the noise and come to check. How are you going to explain us, here. Naked and with your sperm everywhere?”

Damn.
Outsmarted by a pre-teen. She had me, and she knew it.
“Okay, miss smarty-pants. You win.”
I got out of the bed and settled on one side of the mattress, making sure to leave enough room for Julia.
As I felt her slip in behind me, I voiced my concern.
“But what if your parents come in and find us together on the mattress?”
I heard the smile in her voice as she replied.
“They won't come in. Not without knocking and waiting for a reply. You know, like you did!”

I felt my cheeks go crimson from the guilt I felt. But then I felt her little firm breasts press against my back as she leaned in and pecked my cheek.
“Hey, just teasing, Cade. I'm happy you walked in on me. If you had knocked, we would not be here together like this now.”

And as she said that, I felt her hand wrap around my body, grab my dick, and start to stroke it gently.
“Stop that, Julia!”
A deep sigh.
“Come on, Cade. Don't be so stubborn. I like playing with it. Don't you like it too?”
“That's not …”
I interrupted myself, decided on another strategy.
“Okay, I get it. I guess it's also natural that seeing a dick awakens feelings in you that you find hard to resist. Perhaps I should just find where I left my pyjamas and put them on again, and perhaps you should get dressed too.”

Her arm clamped tighter around me as she pushed her nubile body hard against my back.
“Awww, Cade, no. It feels nice to feel your skin against me. I don't wanna get dressed!”
Frankly, recalling how much pre-cum I had already leaked before stripping off my pyjamas, I wasn't exactly looking forward to putting them on either. But I said nothing and let her work out the options.
“Okay. I'll stop rubbing it if we can stay naked. But can I still hold it? Just in my hand, without moving?”
I sighed.

I was really tired. I guess it was approaching eleven already. In their time zone. Where I left this morning, it was already seven. I had been awake for twenty-five hours. I had had two glasses of wine with the ample food. And I had cum twice. My brain was shutting off, and I didn't feel ready to keep fighting this obnoxiously stubborn pre-teen.
And, I have to admit, it really felt good to have her soft warm skin pressed against my back. To feel the two soft, firm mini-cones pressed firmly against my shoulder blades. To feel her arm on my tummy, and her warm, sensitive hand enveloping my spent cock.

I didn't want to give her permission, but I didn't have the energy, nor the drive, to keep fighting. So I said nothing. I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.
And not long after, I no longer had to pretend as I drifted off and finally got the rest that both my body and my brain needed desperately.

Morning after

I woke up feeling better than I had in a long time. I was not only completely refreshed, I also felt like reborn, and happy.
It didn't take me long to realize why. Memories came back quick as I felt Julia's naked skin, still pressed against mine. Her little bumps, just as exciting now that I was awake as yesterday when I was sleep-deprived. And her little fingers were also still where they were: wrapped loosely around my morning erection. Her breathing betrayed she was already awake, but just laying there and relaxing.
I gently and carefully, slower than I should have, brushed her hand away, realizing I should not have agreed.

“I swear, I didn't play with it, Cade. Really! I held still all the time. I didn't make it hard again, that just happened without me doing anything!”
“Don't worry, Julia. I know you kept your promise. It's normal that it gets hard in the morning. Even more when someone holds it, the way you did.”
I rolled over, wanting to peck her on her cheek to reassure her I was not mad. But the tight manoeuvring space on the mattress worked against me. My lips landed on her lips instead of on her cheek, and I felt my dick brush her leg.
She giggled.
“When … someone … holds it, Cade? Or because I held it?”
“Don't flatter yourself, brat!” I lied, “you're not that special.”
“Well, …” Julia started, then paused before softly continuing, “you certainly are special to me, Cade. You know I've always liked you. You perhaps think I only got horny because I saw a penis. But … but it was your penis, Cade. I knew I could trust you. I would not have done the same things with just any other man.”

I realized my joke had fallen flat, and I had hurt her feelings, so I immediately and instinctively embraced her and held her tight. My subconscious registered that my hardness now firmly pressed against her belly, and that her small breasts were pushing hard against my chest. But I did not care. Suddenly I was “uncle” Cade again, desperately trying to console “cousin” Julia. “Hey, I'm sorry I said that. It was a joke. Of course you are special to me, Julia. Very special. And I will not lie, a man's body works in a certain way. My penis would get hard if other people touch it the way you did. But knowing it is you does make it feel extra special.”
She immediately cheered up.
“Thanks, Cade!”
And then, after a very brief pause:
“Does that mean I can play with it again? I promise I will not let it go when the sperm comes out this time, and make sure to aim properly!”

I briefly smiled at this strange mixture of innocence and eagerness, but then quickly got serious.
“Listen, Julia. I will not lie. It felt very good what we did last night. But it's wrong, and I am very afraid that you feel bad about it.”
Julia opened her mouth to reply, then shut it again. I saw in her face that she took the time to examine her feelings before responding. She had always been smart for her age, and she clearly realized how serious this question was for me.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, she spoke.

“Cade, I understand what you mean. I know what we did is supposed to be wrong. I have been warned about men wanting to … what's the word again? Oh, yeah, abuse me. I know that I should now feel violated. But here's the thing. I don't. I really don't. Everything I did, I wanted to do at that time. And I would do it again. It all felt … natural. After you walked in on me and you told me it's okay to touch myself, I just wanted to finish. And I didn't mind if you heard me. And then when I cleaned you, it was not weird at all to clean your penis too. When it got hard and big, and I just wanted to play with it. And then I saw on your face how good I made you feel. How can that be wrong?”
“Well …”
“No, wait. Let me finish. Cade, you did not take advantage of me. You did not push me to do things I didn't want. If anyone was pushy, it was me. Looking back, I think I was the one who pushed you, and that was wrong. I'm not sorry I did, because I liked how it turned out, and I think you liked it too. But get it in that thick skull of yours: you did nothing wrong.”

A long silence followed. I did not know what to say.
“Now you can talk, Cade. I'm finished.”
I chuckled.
“I know, Julia. I know. But I don't know what to say. I have …”
I interrupted myself to give myself time for a last mental check, to make sure I actually agreed with myself.
“I have been brought up to believe this is wrong. I have been brought up to believe children suffer from doing any sexual stuff too young, or with someone much older. But you … It seems I was wrong. There are exceptions. You … no, we are such an exception. I think.”
Julia beamed ear to ear.
“Yes, Cade! Now you get it. I want this. I may not know everything yet, but I want to try things. I have been curious already for some time. That's how I discovered that touching myself feels good. I've wanted to try more things. To learn more. But I had nobody I can trust. Now I have. You are Cade, my uncle Cade. You have always been good to me. I know it's safe to try these things with you.”
I was still holding her loosely after I had consoled her for my failed joke. At these words, I tightened my grip and pulled her close, then gently but deeply kissed her forehead.
“That you can be sure of, Julia. I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you, not even two weeks old. And I always will love you, no matter what. I would never do anything you don't want, I would never hurt you.”
“Thank you, Cade.”

And then she stretched her neck to bring her head level with mine and planted her lips on mine. A chaste kiss at first. But then she pressed her lips firmly on mine and stretched the kiss to last longer and longer. Her hand sought out my dick, that had started to shrivel during the conversation but now quickly rose back to full attention.
She giggled as she broke our first real kiss. But her hand continued to slowly jack my cock.
“That feels funny. I can feel it get bigger and harder in my hand. I like that. Do you like it too?”
“Very much, dear Julia. That's why it's growing.”
“And I can play with it now, right?” Julia verified one more time, “and make you shoot out the sperm again?”
“Yes, you can. You don't have to. But you can if you want to.”
“I want to, Cade. But …”
She hesitated, even stopping the slow jacking for a second or two.
“But I want to try other things too. Is that okay with you?”
I brushed her hair away, so I could look her straight in the eyes.
“What other things, Julia? What exactly would you want to try?”
“I don't know, really. Is that strange? Mom and dad told me about intercourse and that it makes babies. I don't want to make a baby. But I know there is more. I mean …,” she resumed her jacking motion, “… this is not fucking, but it does feel good. Can you tell me about other things that feel good? I don't know what I want to try until I know what I can try. Does that make sense?”
I nodded and opened my mouth, ready to start explaining. But Julia pressed a finger across my lips.
“But not now, Cade. Now I want to play with your … cock and make you shoot the sperm again.”

All because of me?

Julia nudged my shoulder and I took the hint, rolling back on my back. Julia sat up and threw back the sheets, then just sat there for a while, looking at my naked body. I didn't mind. It was flattering, to be inspected like this by this awesome little girl. And I, for the first time without any feeling of guilt at all, took the time to drink in the sight of her chest, barely past the “flat” stage. Of her slender form, so young, so innocent, so pure and yet so sexy. I wished I could have seen her cunny too, but it was obscured from view and I did not want to break the magic by asking her to move. So I just returned my hungry gaze to her beautiful young face, and then to those so very alluring budding tits.

“You're beautiful!”
We both said this at the exact same time, then we both laughed.
But then Julia's face got serious again.
“Do you really mean that? I mean, I'm just a little girl. I'm not even growing any hairs yet. And I have no boobs.”
“You have these,” I said, while stretching my head up to plant a quick kiss on her right nipple, “and they are beautiful to me. All of you is beautiful to me.”
“Thanks, Cade!”
Her smile was heart-warming, and I felt intense love for this girl flow through my veins.
“But I'm going to ask you the same thing. Do you mean it? I'm almost 40. I don't have a trained body, in fact I'm a bit chubby and definitely putting on too much weight. I'm …”
But Julia once more laid a finger on my lips.
“I don't care about boys or men with trained bodies. The ones I know are all just annoying. Full of themselves and convinced they are better than others.”
I nodded my understanding.
“And this,” she lovingly stroked the excess fat on my chest, “just gives me more of you to cuddle up to. I like cuddling up to you. It was really nice to sleep together like this.”
And then she kissed my belly, then padded it with one hand.
“And this is an amazingly soft pillow, that I can rest my head on. …”
She did, and her face was now so close to my cock that I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my hardness, as she grabbed it by the base and gently caressed its length.
“… so that I can really watch close up as I play with the most beautiful cock I have ever seen!”

I groaned at the sensation of her soft hands and the feeling of warm air gently caressing my exposed dickhead.
“The most beautiful, Julia? Isn't it the only one you have ever seen?”
She giggled evilly.
“Exactly, Cade. That's why. Better make sure I don't see others, or I might lose my interest!”
“Damn you, Julia! That's mean!”
“I know! That's what makes it fun.”
“You can be glad that you are touching my dick right now, little minx, or I would punish you with the tickling you deserve!”
“Oh, but I am glad,” Julia responded, suddenly serious again, “and not because of the tickling. I am glad because I like playing with it. And I like it extra because I know it makes you feel good.”

And then she fell silent as her hands started working my dick in earnest. She kept her head where it was, and though I could only see the back of her head, I felt that she was looking intently at the part of my anatomy that she was busy pleasuring.
She was not experienced, but she did clearly take cues from my responses. When she was too rough and I inhaled sharply, she toned down. When I groaned in pleasure and my dick twitched, she knew she had found something good. Even without me saying anything, she soon figured out what worked best.
One of her hands had a firm grip on the loose end of my foreskin. Her up and down motion kept massaging my sensitive dickhead, with her applying just enough pressure to provide the ultimate pleasure. Her other hand was leisurely stroking the heavy balls in my sack.

I myself seized the opportunity to stroke her head and hair with one hand. My other hand caressed the softness of the skin on her back. With how she was now positioned, I had an excellent view of her ass. It was a perfect bubble butt, and soon my hand wandered down to there and started stroking the soft skin of her firm buttocks, and teasingly tracing the cleft between those two little globes.
But then I got distracted by the pure pleasure she was giving me. I felt her little soft hands stroke and jack my dick. Whenever she pulled back my foreskin, my sensitive exposed glans felt the warm air of her fast breathing. I forgot to move my hands, I just groaned and moaned, and bucked my hips.
“I'm … almost … cumming!” I warned her.
“Good,” I heard her mumble, as she increased the pace of her jacking to push me over.

I closed my eyes, and then I felt the familiar feeling of hot liquid racing up through my pole and then shooting out. Spurt after spurt shot out, more forceful than I had ever before, until finally I felt the last drops come out.
It was only then that I realized I had not felt anything land on my chest. I quickly opened my eyes, and was shocked to see Julia's head still on my belly. Just as I watched, she lifted her head and turned to face me, showing a face completely covered in huge wads of cum.
“Julia! Why didn't you move out of the way? Was my warning too late?”
She shook her head, then smiled the largest smile I have ever seen.
“I wanted to see your sperm shoot out. I knew it would shoot in my face. It felt … I don't know. Naughty? I liked it!”
“You did, huh?”
An eleven-year girl who just got a huge facial and liked it? I didn't know what to think of it.

“The wash cloth is on your side of the bed. Could you hand it to me, Cade?”
I looked and saw the bowl of water and the wash cloth. The water was cold, but still clean enough. Luckily. Neither of us were in a condition where we could risk being seen walking to the bathroom for fresh water.
I didn't hand her the cloth; I carefully rinsed it, then tenderly washed her face clean of all the large gobs of cum I could find.
“You'll have to shower too. I can't get it all out of your hair.”
She just smiled.
“Yeah, I know. You really shot a lot. And all because of me!”

I finished cleaning and Julia took the cloth from me, rinsed it clean, then very tenderly and lovingly washed my dick clean. Even though she was just cleaning me, I don't think I've ever had someone hold and handle my dick so lovingly.
“So, Cade. You promised to tell me what other things I can try. Is now a good time?”
I looked at the clock and decided that I could get away with staying in Julia's room a bit longer under the excuse of sleeping in after a long day.
“Yeah, I guess. But you need to promise me one thing first. I need you to promise me that you will not feel that you have to do anything. I'll just talk about what people can do together, what people can do for fun. But you, and only you, decide what you want to try and what you do not want. Or do not want right now. Or do not want with you. This is your body, and only you get to decide what you do with it. Promise?”
“Promise, Cade. But you must also promise to tell me when I ask something you don't want to. Because this is your body, not mine, and you're in charge.”
I felt a lump in my throat as I hugged her tight.
“That is an incredible mature thing to say, Julia. Yes, I promise. I'll tell you if you ask something I don't want.”

And so I spent the next hour or so explaining all about sex to Julia. About masturbation, which she of course already know. About how girls could wank a boy, but also how a boy can caress the clit or other sensitive places of a girl to give her an orgasm. She looked shocked at first when I mentioned oral sex.
“Where I pee from?”
“Yes, Julia. Where a woman pees from. Well, not the exact same hole, but close. And I can tell you, I've always enjoyed the taste. If I finger her first, she's already wet with her sex juice and that really tastes awesome.”
“And I … I mean, girls … put a penis in their mouth?”
“Some don't like it. Some do. I've never heard a man say he doesn't like it, but a real gentleman always accepts it when the woman says no.”
She looked at my dick thoughtfully for a minute or so, then back at my face.
“Okay. And what else?”

I continued to talk about vaginal intercourse. About anal sex. About gays, bisexuality, threesomes, orgies. I went on to the more extreme variations such as fisting, BDSM, water sports and scat, and more. And all this time we lied closely together. Me on my back, Julia on her side, snuggled right into my side. Her left hand never stopped gently caressing my limp cock, as her right hand stroked my hair. I wrapped my left hand around her, stroking her soft back at first, then slowly working its way down towards her ass and finally gently caressing the sweet spot between her legs, which got increasingly wet.
“Okay,” I finally concluded, “there are even more extreme fetishes. And I'll admit that I know about too many of them. But we're already talking about things I myself don't even want to try, and I rather not talk at all about the rest. Frankly, I'm surprised you didn't stop me already.”
Julia smiled.
“Well, you told me I don't have to do anything I like. So I could just listen to those things and wonder about the people who do that and like it. I know I won't have to!”

“You're a very remarkable girl,” I said as I kissed her forehead, “and I'd love to stay here in bed with you and continue to stroke and fondle your pussy. But we need to get up and go down for breakfast, or your parents will start suspecting things. Would you like me to give you an orgasm first?”
“Yes. Please keep touching me down there. I love what you do. I'm close to orgasm for a long time already.”
“Okay. Roll on your back, honey. Spread your legs a little, so I can access better.”
I removed my hand for a very short time, to admire her perfectly smooth mons, her vulva that had opened slightly to expose her swollen little clit, all of this glistening from the copious fluids her body was producing. But I heard her whimper, I saw her pleading look, and I gave her what she needed: my right thumb on her clitoris, as I gently pushed my left index finger inside her tight vagina.

She had been on edge for a long time already. I heard her fast breathing and constant moaning. I saw the shivers running through her body. I knew she was close. And so I moved my head towards hers, and our lips locked. I kissed this amazing pre-teen, as I fingered her to orgasm. Her lips responded to mine, she opened to the prodding of my tongue, and just as my tongue entered her mouth she bucked her body and exploded.
“Hnnng! Oooohhhhhh … Oh, yeah … yessss.”
The words were barely audible, whispers at best, but I heard them and rejoiced knowing that I had been allowed to give this very special girl a very special orgasm. I removed my hand from her cunny, afraid to overload her if I kept going. Instead, I caressed her chest with one hand, her hair with my other, as I continued to kiss her. Until her body relaxed, she exhaled deeply, then sighed once more.
“Wow. That was … awesome!”

And then I saw her eyes go wide as I put my sticky fingers in my mouth and licked them clean, savouring the sweet taste of her little honeypot.
“You're licking that?”
“Yes, sure am! I love the taste of woman juices. I've never been with a girl, but I now know you taste even better! Do you want to try?”
I dipped my finger in her still soaking pussy, then held it close to her mouth.
She looked at it. Sniffed in the smell. Then, carefully and tentatively, stuck out her tongue until the tip touched my finger, then pulled back in and tasted.
“Hmmm,” was her only comment.
I said nothing. Waiting to see if she'd say more.
“Not as bad as expected. And you … like the taste?”
I nodded.
“Very much. All women taste different, all unique, and I like them all. I am one of those guys that really love eating pussy.”
I saw her confused look.
“Oh, wait, had forgotten that term. That's how it's often called when a woman gets oral. When her vagina is licked and sucked. Remember, I told you that it feels even better than using hands, but that not all men want to do it.”

She nodded, recalling that part of my explanation. Then she focused on my face.
“So, if you like that so much, why didn't you do it just now. When you were masturbating me?”
“Oh, I wanted to, Julia. It was hard to resist. But I promised you something, remember? You are in charge. I only do what you ask me to do. And you had not asked me to do oral.”
She smiled, then hugged me tight.
“See? I told you that it's safe to try with you!”
I smiled back at her, slightly shaking my head. She had a point. Boys her age would not have that restraint, that self-control. I knew damn well I wouldn't when I was at that age!

Julia once more laid back on the mattress, spreading her legs wide in an obvious invitation.
“Do you want to try it now, Cade?”
“I'd love to, little Julia. You have no idea how much I'd love to. But not now. We really need to get out of bed, take a shower, then head down for the day. Your mom and dad really can't find out. Maybe tonight? Or tomorrow morning?”
Julia sighed.
“Okay. Tonight. I don't want to wait until tomorrow!”

I took one last longing look at her moist pussy, then got up. My dick had gone hard again, something Julia immediately noticed.
“Is that because of me? Again?”
“Yes. I thought I would need more rest after having cum so many times already. But seeing your orgasm, because of my fingers. And then tasting you. And the promise of tasting you directly from the source later. All that got me hard again!”
“So tonight, when you … what was the word, eat my pussy? … when you do that? Do you want me to … use my mouth as well?”
“Again, Julia. It's not about what I want. It's about what you want. But I can tell you, if you decide you want to try, I will definitely not say no!”
“I'll … think about it, okay?”
“Of course, Julia. And please remember, no pressure. Only try the things you really want to try. Don't do things because you think you have to. Okay?”

I wrapped a towel around my waist to head for the shower. As I looked over my shoulder while exiting the room, I saw Julia sit on the bed, in deep thought.
As I stepped under the hot water in the bathroom, I wondered what the rest of the week would bring.