I woke up to a soft knock.
The same knock that had started to turn into a warning alarm in my mind as the days passed.
"Big brother... are you awake...?"
Ah, Hanna...
I lazily opened my eyes, knowing my morning disaster was inevitable.
"Come in."
She entered slowly... wearing a new pink pajama, short up to her thighs, and a light linen shirt that barely concealed anything about her small body's details.
She stood at the edge of the bed, her fingers twitching nervously.
"Big brother... I want to learn something new today..."
"Hmm?"
"Something for grown-ups..."
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> "All living creatures inside me died in that moment."
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I cleared my throat, trying to appear normal.
"What do you mean by something for grown-ups...?"
Her face turned bright red, almost like a tomato.
She approached, sitting at the edge of the bed next to me, her heart almost bursting from her chest with embarrassment.
"In the movies... grown-ups don't just stop at hugs and kisses, right?"
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> "You've opened the gates of hell with those small hands of yours."
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"Well... yes, there are other things... but they're for very grown-up people." I said cautiously.
She shook her head with childish insistence.
"I want to learn everything from you... everything about love... I want to be the best for you..."
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> "Am I in a nightmare? Will I wake up and find myself in hell?"
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I took a deep breath, muttering to myself:
"Oh God... give me patience, or take me to you and give me peace."
"Alright..."
"The first thing... in intimate relationships, physical contact increases a little..."
She looked at me with innocent eyes, as if asking for more without realizing it.
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"Like, for example... there are special touches..." I said in a soft voice, almost confessing a sin.
"Touches... where?" She asked, moving closer.
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I stammered for a moment... then slowly raised my hand and gently touched her bare shoulder with my fingertips.
She shuddered, but didn't pull away.
I felt her body quiver.
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"Like this touch..." I whispered.
"Like this...?" She asked, placing her trembling hand on my chest.
Her warmth pierced me to the bone.
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> "This little girl is playing with fire, and she doesn't even know..."
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A burning moment passed.
We both breathed slowly, heavily.
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"Are... are there other places that need touching...?" She asked, her shyness dripping with innocence and madness together.
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I swallowed.
"Well... yes, but... you need to be careful..." I said, my tone barely steady.
I extended my hand — with excruciating slowness — and touched the side of her slim waist.
She brought her lips closer to my ear and whispered:
"Teach me more, please..."
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> "Oh God, protect me from the evil within myself..."
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Then, something I didn't expect happened:
She sat directly on top of me, her legs wrapping around my sides.
Her sparkling eyes shone with both shyness and determination.
"I want to be so close to you, big brother..."