Many years ago at age 15 I was a summer camp counselor of younger children at a local country club.
The 4-8 year old girls would come over to me and sit on my lap, like a pet while waiting for lunch etc. What did I know? No one ever counseled me on how that looked and that I should refuse. I was the nearest male role model. Yes occasionaly they would slide and yes occasionaly I had to “touch” to prevent their fall. I learned quickly where to grab, but I had to learn.
What does this make me?
“What does this make me?”
Did you also touch your sisters while they were sleeping?
I'll go you a step further. When I was perhaps 7 and my younger brother 4 or 5, we were playing and my brother fell into a large fire ant mound. By the time he got up they were all over him, biting him as fire ants are want to do, and a young lady passing by (in her army uniform, we were on a military base) came over and brushed him off. She took his shirt and knocked the ants out of it. She even rolled up his trousers to get the ants off his legs (and he was damn grateful to have the ants taken off). There is an eternity of difference between swatting the biting fire ants off a small child's legs, and creeping into the rooms of sleeping female siblings to fondle their genitalia.