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The next day I meet you again. It is morning when I am escorted to your room, and the sunshine pours in through your office window. I notice your curtains are lacy, and I think they fit you well. I stand at the door after the guard leaves me, and your eyes meet mine. They are blue, like the sky.
"Good morning, Derrick," you say. I look at your desk. On it is the familiar writing tablet and pen. You are sitting in your comfy plush chair with your legs crossed, wearing red once again. Catching me watching you, you smile at me. "Sit down," you tell me.
I consider sitting in the seat directly across from you and your desk like I had done yesterday, but I don't want to.
"May I sit on the couch?" I ask. It is located directly under the window, and is made out of dark leather. You nod your head and gesture with your hand.
"Yes, you can sit there if you want to." Gratefully I lie down on it, thrusting my manacled hands behind my head and staring up at the ceiling. It is cushiony, and I sink into it a little. The sun warms my face, and I feel at peace being in this room with its white-washed walls and homey appearance.
You ask me, "Where do you want to start?" and I shrug. I am looking at a photo frame on your desk. It is of you with two children.
"Do you have kids?" I ask you, wondering if they are yours. You look reluctant to answer, but after a minute or so, you do.
"I have a family, too," I say. "My wife, Theresa, and my two daughters, Caitlyn and Katherine. I love them very much."
You jiggle your pen back and forth in between your thumb and index finger. I can tell that you are uncomfortable. "And have you ever tried to…?"
"Molest them? Or even go as far as to—as you say—rape them? Of course not."
"Do you want me to?" I ask, chuckling. Then I get up and walk over to your desk and look closer at that photo. You are there, surrounded by your two kids: a little blond boy and a little blond girl. My eyes meet yours and I smile.
"They're cute," I say, purposely looking into your eyes as I tell you this. They are smoldering with something: pure disgust. Taking a seat across from you, I tap at your tablet. Red ink is scrawled upon the page.
"Are you taking notes on everything I say and do?" I ask you.
"For the most part, yes," you reply.
"Why didn't you write down what I just said earlier?"
"You don't want to remember, it, do you? You can't bear to think about a creepy pedophiliac man touching your children."
"There's no way you can know who's a pedophile and who's not," I continue. "We come in all races, religions, sizes and colors. There is no true profile. Look at me. For the past eleven years, I've been molesting and raping children right under your nose. I was a first grade schoolteacher. You have never considered the thought that perhaps your child's teacher was a child molester, have you? Or your neighbor. Or hell, even you Uncle Buck from West Virginia. It can be anyone."
"Does the talk of pedophilia make you uncomfortable?" I ask.
"It's because you don't understand. Your notion of a pedophile and my notion of a pedophile are completely different from one another."
"What's your notion of a pedophile?"
"Someone who loves children. Heterosexuals love the opposite sex. Homosexuals love the same. Bisexuals love both. Trisexuals love both too, including themselves. Pedophiles love children."
"You believe that pedophilia is some kind of sexual orientation?"
"The media makes us look like dirty perverts," I say. "Some of us are. The majority of us really aren't. We simply love children. Not all relationships are sexual, like you all's. They're definitely emotional, like you all's. We're not only interested in kids for sex. We just greatly enjoy being in their company, and that's all. We're like you. Exactly like you. Only you have relationships with adults, and we have ours with children."
"But even if that is so, can you see why one would consider this immoral and wrong?" you ask me. I shake my head as a no and you look at me.
"Okay, Derrick, what's your penis size, when it's erect? I know that's a pretty random question, but just tell me the truth."
"A little over eight inches," I say.
"You're pretty big. Imagine your large erection penetrating a little girl of five, just finished with being a toddler."
"You may think you're being gentle with her, but you're still hurting her. Think of the bruises and contusions."
"It usually does hurt when one first has sex," I say. "It hurts too when you're an adult."
"But this is different," you tell me. "Or think of this: she'll grow up, Derrick. She has her whole life to reflect upon having sex with an adult at age five. Her feelings will catch up to her, and it could do a lot of emotional damage. She could become horribly depressed and develop serious psychological problems. In her confusion, she could do something bad like become addicted to drugs or hate herself. It will not only affect her physically and mentally, but it will affect others around her too: her parents, her friends."
"And are you saying this would happen all because of me? It could happen because of a fellow adult, too."
"Derrick, you're not understanding me," you cry. You throw down your pen against the desk and look deeply at me. "This is a young girl we're talking about. She's five, and you're thirty-four. How could she possibly know what she's getting into? You could have been manipulative or she could've just been frightened and said yes. We don't know what a five-year old thinks, and that's why we have rape laws to prevent these kinds of things from happening."
"Define 'rape'," I tell you. You sigh and sit back in your chair, grabbing your weird pen again.
"Rape: the crime of attempting or forcing someone to have sex without their consent."
"Excluding Katie, I had the other girls' consent. They said yes."
"That doesn't count. It's still rape: statutory rape. You're way over the age of consent, and they definitely were not. They didn't even have the legal right to give consent, and it was your responsibility to be, well, responsible. You were the adult, not them. They didn't understand, and you did. You took advantage of that, and that's one reason why you're in trouble. It's called statutory rape."
"Harsh," I say to you, grinning. You give me a half-smile, and go back to writing in your tablet. There is silence and I decide to speak up again. You watch me with your eyes. "I still think the word rape is misleading."
"The girls didn't have consent," you tell me once more. Your voice sounds frustrated again. "No consent, and you still had sex with them anyway. It makes perfect sense. It's rape."
"Rape is an act of violence," I say. "I was doing anything but that. As I said earlier, I love children and I have relationships with them. I wasn't raping. I wasn't being violent."
"You're not understanding me again, Derrick."
"Are you understanding me?" I ask suddenly, looking at you. You stop writing and look back. Your face is sad, and you then avert your eyes and instead stare at your notes. I keep watching as you shake your head no, and that is all I need. Getting up from my chair, I pace around the room. Stop. And then pace around again. My brain hurts and I feel trapped. I growl out of pure frustration, and then walk back over to your desk without sitting down. Instead I place my hands on it and lean over to stare into your eyes. They are blue and scared.
"In prison?" you wonder. I shake my head.
"Here. In therapy. Wasn't putting me behind bars enough? Do they think I am crazy? Why do I need a fucking psychologist? There's nothing wrong with me."
You tell me to calm down. I try to, but it is hard. You threaten to call security on me, and I say that I have no intention of hitting you or anything else. I simply just want to know.
"It's because…" You pause, and then sigh deeply, running your fingers through your hair stressfully. "It's because you're a pedophile."
"So, because I love children more than adults makes me some kind of loony," I say.
"To me. To mostly everyone and anyone. I understand you like them a lot, but it can't be. Research the world. In single every country there are statutory rape laws. Don't you ever wonder why?"
"Because the people who run the countries don't understand either."
"Maybe they do, Derrick. Maybe they do and know. It's too much to handle. The child is too young to take on such responsibilities such as sex and commitment."
"Assuming that that is true, then why do I still have to go to therapy?"
This time you don't say anything. Of course, you and the others run the world. You don't need a reason. I am "bad" and I am here and that is that. There is nothing I can do about it. I look at your face. You look defeated.
"Isn't it time for me to go?" I ask.
You look at the clock. It has been an hour. Once again you cap your red-writing blue pen and set down your tablet full of fresh notes. Time for me to go. Like yesterday, we both depart with nothing else resolved or understood. Once more we end byreturning back tosquare one.
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"Alright, thanks again for staying in on such short notice, we owe you." Dad pats my on the shoulder as he and my stepmother head out the door.

"Have fun!" I call to them, closing the door and turning to face my little sister, Jade.

Jade is around 4'8" with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her nose is petite and she plays delicately with her manicured nails.

"Alright Jade, what do you want to do?" I beam with my most entertaining voice as sit down on the couch with her.

On a Friday night, being stuck inside with my little sister wasn't what I had planned, but dad had promised a good amount of money in return, so I couldn't exactly turn down his offer.

"How about hide and seek?" she proposes, and I nod in agreement.

"You hide first." I tell her, covering my eyes.
I began counting to ten as I hear her feet patter away, in the direction of the kitchen. "...9...10, Ready or not here i come!!" I open my eyes and begin to look around the living room making it seem like i didn't know where she had headed.

I decide to head towards the kitchen as something caught my eye. I look at the couch and resting there were my sisters black thigh high socks. I shake my head walking towards the kitchen little knowing my sister had seen me staring at her socks.





Welp hopefully that was good, and i hope you guys enjoy, :3
You are very welcome to continue, I'm interested to see how this will turn out.
With a wistful sigh and a longing glance back at her socks, I head toward the kitchen in search of Billie. She's seems fairly well hidden, I can't spot her anywhere in the room. I then turn to the door and come face to face with the petite blonde.

"What was that?" she wrinkles her nose in what must have been some mix between anger and disgust, but it comes off looking cute anyway.

"What?" I stammer, trying to figure out what she's talking about.

"I saw you looking at my socks back on the couch... What was that all about?" she questions boldly, my jaw drops slightly.

"I- I don't know what you're talking a- about." I stutter, denying her claims.

She shakes her head and drags me over to the couch where her socks sit.

"Take them in your hand." she commands, I obey her and pick them up.

They're made of a semi soft material, and they're very thin. They're still warm from minutes earlier when her feet had occupied them, and they're slightly damp as well. I try my best to not get hard as the most disgusting images i could possibly think come to mind.

"Smell them." she commands again, I nstantly look at her like she's crazy.

Of course there was nothing I wanted to do more than smell them, but the last thing I would do was admit my fetish to my younger sister, much less admit my attraction to her.

"No, ew!" I scoff, watching her nose wrinkle in the same annoyed way.

"Fine." she agrees and i let out a sigh, half of relief and half of disappointment.

"Hold my feet." she swings her bare feet onto my lap and waits.

My breath rapidly increases as i slowly place my hands on her feet and immediately feel my cock begin to rise. I pray it won't be visible, but it's too late to stop it. I can't disrupt my gaze. She's pointing her toes, showing the tiny wrinkles on her soles. The pink nail polish on her toenails is almost matched by the pink color of her sweaty toes.

I begin to feel the tent begin to rise in my pants, and she catches on immediately.

"Ah ha! I knew it!" she gloats, pulling her feet away from you and hastily putting back on her socks. "You are so dead when mom and dad find out!"

"No, Billie, please!" I beg. "I'll do whatever you want, don't tell anyone!"

A sly grin crosses her face as she sits back down on her knees, her perfect feet hidden underneath her.

"Fine, here's how this is going to work... You have to do whatever I tell you, when we're alone. You have to buy me candy, take me to see my friends, whatever I want. And in return, if you treat me well enough, I won't tell about your sick thing for my feet."

I nod gladly, slightly reassured by her deal. It shouldn't be that hard to pull off, should it?

"And..." I look up with dread, realizing she hasn't finished yet. "You have to play it off like it's been a great time after every time you babysit me. You convince them to go out again, and I won't tell... Simple as that."

I swallow my words an nod in agreement. She drives a hard bargain, but im backed against the wall.

"Billie let's be reasonable here." I try and persuade her. "We'll have some ice cream and then we can forget all about it."

She shakes her head with a mocking giggle.

"How's this for reason?" she responds. "If you pay attention and you do everything I tell you, I'll give you a reward when we're alone."

She pulls her socked feet out from under her and wiggles her toes, and it's evident just what kind of reward she's referring to.

Im forced to nod my head in agreement, and she stands up.

"Good. So the first thing we need to do is..."
Sorry this took a bit, ive been stupid busy with life and just ye, more to come soon!!
Really interested in where this will go.
Woo! Im back, and wanna ask cause i have two scenarios for this story. So i was gonna post them both and see which one you wanted me to go with, cause both will end up bound, it's just who will be bound the most? So i will post the other chapter and you guys can choose which!
Sounds like a plain, can’t wait to see the difference between them.
Post by iliketights » 10 months ago
some_wanderer wrote: ↑10 months ago I'm waiting for the M/F part.
some_wanderer wrote: ↑10 months ago I'm waiting for the M/F part.
Bruh_moment wrote: ↑9 months ago When he posting?
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