bear still in one hand. Her red hair spread over the Raggedy-Ann doll by her pillow; her child-legs dangled over the edge of the bed, spread by Gunilla so I. could see everything. The dress was pulled wide so I could. see the delicate new breasts shining with the wetness of Gunilla’s kisses. And the baby cunt between her childish thighs! Hairless and clear, a crisp small mound with its pink slit. A beautiful thing that you could hold in your mouth like a morsel. As I watched, Gunilla slowly spread the cunt with her finger tips so I could see the clear color inside. She flashed me another smile and then went back to stroking the slit and sucking the breasts, all the time murmuring about how Louise would let me do these things to her. Louise moaned and twisted slightly from side to side in obvious pleasure, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, God, yes.” Gunilla began working her finger a little into the bottom of her cunt. She wet her finger repeatedly and gently worked the tip into the hole. She got in a little way. Louise’s chant changed to, “Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, sweet Jesus, oh Jesus…” and I could see Gunilla was getting excited herself. Finally she fell on her knees and kissed Louise’s cunt. Again and again. Louise, shuddered and suddenly covered her cunt with her hands.
“No, no, Nilla. Please, no. I can’t…”
“But darling, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I don’t know… but that I can’t; not now. Maybe later… but I can’t.” And she sat up, pulling her dress together. She looked around dazed.
“But, Lou, honey?”
“Not now, Nilla. It’s too much. I’ve got to…” and jumping up, she ran out of the room, trying to get her dress buttoned.
Gunilla looked after her a minute and then came to the window. “She’s lovely, Lars. She tastes like morning. And she’s ready for it. Her little baby cunt was beginning to suck at my finger. She got all wet. She’s going to be great for you! Now go get her.” She kissed me passionately. Gunilla was obviously aroused by Louise. She let me go. I ran. Into the hall. No Louise. I ran down the stairs. Nobody.
The whole house was empty. I rushed into the yard. Nothing. Then I saw the grape arbor. As I approached it, I hard a low sobbing. I parted the leaves cautiously and peered through- There she was, sitting on the couch, her head in her arms. Her body heaved in great sobs. Something new- something deep in me was stirred by the sight of her. I entered the arbor.
At first I didn’t know what to do. The shyness returned to me. I put my hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, Lou? Can I help?”
She looked up at me, startled, then buried her head in her arms again and cried harder. I sat down. I didn’t know what to do.
“Gee, Lou, I… Fm not very good for much I know, but I’d sure like to help if you’d be nice enough to let me.” The crying stopped abruptly and she looked up.
“Oh, but you are very good! Nothing is as good as you…” She stopped and blushed red. I didn’t know what to say. “I just want to help, Lou, because… well, because I care…”
“D-do you? Do you really?” She blushed even redder. “Y-yes, Lou, I do!” I don’t know which of us was more embarrassed, but her uncertainty gave me strength. I managed a smile and she smiled back shyly. “But what is wrong?” I asked. The tears burst from her again and she put her head against my shoulder. My arm automatically went around her. Her small body against me gave a feeling of protective power. I put the other arm around her, pulling her closer. With my left hand I began stroking her back.
Again the sobbing stopped. She lifted her head and looked at me. “Do you believe in pure love, Lars? Like Jesus had?”
I stared at her. I didn’t know much about Jesus. Nor purity. Nor anything. But if she had asked me if I believed in Osiris and the return from the dead I would have said yes. ’,’1 don’t know much about anything, Lou. But I know… I know I love you!” It had come out of me. It really had. I was becoming an operator at last. But when her response to this was to throw her arms around me and kiss me passionately, I knew I meant it-every word of it. My hand reached for her slender body, felt the slimness under my palm, slid over her narrow hips and closed on her thighs. I knew that I would possess her, violate her, own her! As Nilla had said. My brain was reeling. My mouth was kissing hers. All over hers.
Her flushed face looked hard into mine, brimming with joy. “Oh, Lars, I love you so much-have ever since I first saw you. I knew that you could love me purely. I want love so much. But it doesn’t seem holy to me the way Gunilla feels it. I guess it is, really, but it doesn’t seem… But we will find holy love, Lars. I just know we will. Holy love through God and the Virgin Mary…”
My head sneaked into the front of her dress where she had forgotten some buttons. “Yes, Lou. Holy love, through God and the Virgin Mary!” My fingers felt the edge of her breast. “Through Jesus.” My fingers crept on. The skin was the softest thing on earth. She began to tremble. “Through Jesus,” she gasped. My fingers reached her nipple. She gasped and went rigid. “Jesus. Jesus. Holy Mother. Mother of God,” she prayed. I played with the nipple while inside me a voice whispered: “You are feeling your little sister’s nipples! Your fingers are stroking- stroking them. Your fingers are drawinglittle louise’s nipples into hard little points of desire. this is your baby sister and you are gaining her confidence. afterwards you will use it to corrupt her, violate her. she will be your slave and obey every wish. she will put her little mouth on your big cock and suck it-suck it! when you come you will tell her to lick off the juice and swallow it. she is your baby sister and you will have made everything available to you. She will stick her little tongue into your ass, will let you do it to her in the ass. everything, everything…”
“Jesus wants us to love, Lou. In the eyes of the Virgin Mary and the saints and heavenly orders and ’powers. In the grace of God…” I kept saying meaningless things. She kept repeating “Oh Jesus, yes, the grace of God is our blessing.” I kissed her again on the mouth and as she trembled I slid my tongue deep into her mouth and twined it around hers, sucking. We fell sideways till I was half lying on her.
“Oh, Lars, will we get married when we grow up? Will I really get to be your wife?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Of course, Lou!” I started to kiss her again but she drew her head aside. “Lars…?”
“Yes.”
“Are… well, all these things we are doing… like your hand in my dress and all… is all that holy? I seem to let everybody open my clothes now.”
Gunilla would have been proud of me. I said: “Of course it’s holy, Lou. We are doing it. It is holy because our love is holy!” I slid my hand down her stomach.
“Yes. Y-yes. I guess that is true, isn’t it?” I said that it was. I realized I would have to stop. If I went too far too fast I would only frighten the child. But not yet. The voice-my own strange voice drove me on…
She started to speak but I stopped her with my mouth. I worked my tongue into her and rubbed her child tits with my chest while my hand slipped beneath the band of her panties. She stiffened. “All the glorious light from the throne of Jehovah is flooding our blood, Lou. Can you feel it?” I whispered against her ear. She shuddered pressing her legs together. I caressed her stomach and slim thighs like one strokes a rabbit. “The meadows of paradise fountain perfume where God steps. And that same odor rises in our hearts from where I touch your sacred flesh.” The thighs opened a little. I stroked softly between them as well as I could, coaxing them apart. “Where God looks, flowers are bred from the light. And where my fingers look, a singing of angels is born in our souls.” The thighs opened a little further. She was naked under the dress. She hadn’t had time to put her panties on. “All the trees of Eden grew tongues to taste the presence of Jehovah-and we call them leaves. My spirit prays to you and we call it my hands touching.” The thighs gave up. She spread her legs, giving me her cunt. It was so different from Gunilla! So naked, and small, and firm. There wasn’t all that hair and liquid. This was a baby’s cunt. I stroked it, working my finger into the crack. The flesh was resilient. I found her hole. She was wet. Gunilla had prepared her well. I could get my finger in to the first joint immediately. Louise buried her face against my neck and muttered over and over: “Ave Maria, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Pray for us now in our hour of need…” I got my finger in a little deeper. Her hips were beginning to fuck at it a little.
I heard my voice saying: “It is holy, Lou. This is real holiness. Our love, Lou. The way we feel towards each other and-uh-towards God. It is through love that we can truly worship God, like Jesus said. God is in all of us. When we love each other we love God. When we love each other… like this… stroking each other… we do reverence to God who made us and is in us.” My finger was stroking a little harder and faster. I covertly looked down at her
