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Bonnie - Chapter Twelve (M+f, inc, Ff, bd)
by Friar Dave (friar_dave@*mhbbs.com)
Contents copyrighted by the author, 1991

**

All of us, except Mark, stayed up most of the night with Dolores. I
stayed the hell out of the bedroom for obvious reasons. Penny wore out
-- finally -- around two a.m. Irene and Bonita and Kate took turns
coming out of the bedroom and sitting with me. I was much too agitated
to sleep, though at least my knees had stopped shaking.

A light rain began falling just after four, and as sunrise approached
the rain turned into a downpour. Bonnie was sitting with me, drinking
coffee. She was staring out the window at the rain, quiet for a long
time, before she turned back to face me. She looked as tired as we all
felt.

"Mom told me she saw us."

I nodded. What could I say? I was hoping Kate hadn't told her about
the silent exchange we'd had while my sapphic lovers dozed.

"She, uh, doesn't mind."

Which meant that at least Kate hadn't told Bonnie her fantasy. "I
wonder what your dad would think of it."

"He wouldn't say a word." She grinned slightly. "He wouldn't dare."

"You seem pretty positive."

"I am. He knows that if he says anything, I'll say something."

"Like?"

"Like maybe I'd tell Mom who I practiced cocksucking on."

I went cold with shock. My mouth opened and closed without emitting
sounds.

"Oh, Dan, it wasn't like *that* at all. It wasn't his idea -- it was
mine." She seemed amused -- wryly -- at my expression.

"But -- how?"

"When my grandparents decided to move into that retirement village and
Mom went to help -- "

"But that was a few years ago."

"Seven years ago," she said, matter-of-factly.

"You were *12*?"

She nodded absently and did something I'd never seen her do: She
reached into her purse, withdrew a cigarette and lit it. I stared.

She waved it. "Every now and then, when I get nervous, I indulge one.
Usually throw the damn pack away because it gets stale." She took a
drag. "Twelve...right. Well, Mom called the day before and said she
was going to stay there another week to help get them settled into
their new place. So on Friday night, when Dolores had a sleepover at
her friend's house, I stayed up late. Penny was already sacked for the
night. I guess it was about midnight. I heard a noise and got out of
bed and went to see what it was."

I remembered Bonnie at 12. She'd already begun blooming, but not
astonishingly. Pretty, vivacious, mischievous and a bit introverted.

"I was wearing that old cotton nightgown with the flowers on it, the
one you gave me for my birthday."

Oh. Yeah. *That* one. She'd modeled it for me, and the first time
she'd walked in front of the lamp, I'd realized it was the last
nightgown I was ever going to buy her. The fabric had turned nearly
transparent and there'd been a brief, unforgettable glimpse of an
innocently sexy 12-year-old body through it.

"So I found Dad in the living room. He'd been drinking and watching a
porno tape and jerking off. I guess he kind of fell asleep before he
came, because he was still half-hard. Did you ever hear of that --
falling asleep in the middle of jerking off?"

I nodded. "Done it myself, once or twice."

"Well, I'd heard girls talk about guys getting off, and one of my
friends told me she'd watched her brother jerking off, and I'd heard a
lot of other stuff -- but I'd never seen a real dingus like that, not
a grown man's."

"The porno tapes?"

"Boring and ugly. I'd sneaked in and watched them but -- " She
shrugged. "Dull, dull, dull."

"Uh-huh."

"So, anyhow, I got real close and looked at his thing. It was
fascinating, and I couldn't not touch it. As soon as I did, it started
to get harder and bigger, so I grabbed it." She took another puff. "It
got even harder and bigger and started throbbing and was all hot."

"And he was still asleep."

"Or passed out. Anyhow, I started jerking it real careful -- I didn't
want him to wake up -- and some stuff started leaking out of the end.
I got some of it on my finger and tasted it. I was curious. It tasted
kind of neat, and I sort of liked it, mostly because I knew I was
doing something really special-dirty. So I leaned closer and licked
the end, and he shivered a little. I kissed it, and then I started to
suck on it, very carefully."

"And he was still sleeping."

"He must have been dreaming it was Mom, because he started half-
mumbling her name and that he'd missed her so much. So I knew I was
doing something really nice for him and started really sucking on it,
and he came in my mouth -- a lot, just gobs and gobs. I just kept
sucking and swallowing...and then I heard him let out a little yell."

"Not sleeping any more."

"Nope, and he was horrified, like he'd done something to me and not
the other way around. And then he got pissed off at me, and then he
got scared and sent me to my room." She stubbed out her cigarette.

"Did you talk about it?"

She smirked. "Sort of."

"Meaning?"

"Well, I really liked sucking him off that first time. I liked the
feeling it gave me and I liked having him in my power while I was
doing it. I was 12 years old and I liked being able to turn the tables
on the grownups just a little. So the next time I wanted to do it, I
threatened to tell on him if he didn't let me."

"You blackmailed him into letting you suck him off?"

She nodded and grinned. That grin was just a little bit scary: a
carnivore's grin.

"Who did you say you'd tell -- your Mom?"

She shook her head. "My friends -- and you."

"Oh, nooooo..."

She giggled, and quickly whispered: "I really liked sucking his cock,
because I knew he really loved me, and I liked the feel of it just
kind of...bursting...in my mouth. So every week or so, I'd corner him
and do the deed. I got pretty good at it, too."

I couldn't argue with that. "How long did this go on?"

"Till I was almost 14. I fell in love with a senior at school and felt
like I couldn't betray him."

"'Betray'?"

She actually blushed a little. "Oh, you know how romantic a girl can
be at that age. I don't think he even noticed me for the first
semester, and I had to trick him into going out with me in the spring.
But the first time I got him alone, he fell in love with me. Or my
mouth."

"Pretty callous."

"So was he. He told some of his friends I was quote the best
cocksucker on the East Coast unquote and tried to have me prove it
with them. I fell out of love fast."

"I'll bet."

"And then I got my big crush on you. Guess what I wanted to do."

"Duuu-uuuh..."

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me with those incestuous,
cocksucking lips. "And you know what? I still have a crush on you --
because you never took advantage of me."

"You were well worth the wait."

"But I wish we'd started sooner. And now that I'm all grown up--"

"And very well grown up, at that."

"I can do it with you alllll I want."

"Or as much as I can."

"Oh, don't worry -- between Irene and me, we'll see that you're up to
it." The rain was beginning to slack off.

"I wonder what Irene would think of all this."

"I did, too. But remember when we took so long changing clothes? I was
telling her. But you know something, Dan? I don't think Irene will
want to share you for very long."

"Oh?" That took me by surprise and had me considering feelings I
hadn't really wanted to admit were there. I mean, hey, I was a
swinging bachelor, y'know?

"I'm not sure she realizes it yet, but she's really falling for you.
Not a crush, either. Especially after Mom told us what you did getting
Dolores out of there."

I reached for the pipe. "Hell, there was no trouble."

"That's what impressed her; she said so. She was afraid you might be
the kind of macho asshole that would've gone in there swinging the
tire iron at the guys banging the little girl who'd turned you on. She
was very impressed." She shrugged. "So was I. But she's taken a real
interest in you, the person, instead of just you, the cock."

"Is that how you see me -- a cock?"

She stood as the bedroom door opened. "Oh, no," she said softly,
sweetly. "I like that a lot -- but you're always going to be dear
Uncle Dan and just about the most special guy I've ever known." She
kissed my cheek and whispered: "As long as I can keep fucking -- and,
especially, sucking -- you!" She giggled and straightened as her
mother approached.

"How's she doing?" I asked Kate.

"Out cold," Kate said. "Sleeping very soundly. Irene and I douched her
pretty thoroughly. There's no sign of blood and just a couple of
ordinary-looking bruises. What's my other little girl been doing to
keep you amused?" She took my mug of cold coffee and sipped it. What
she really needed was sleep.

"She's not little anymore."

"That's for damn sure," Kate said. "Why don't you get some sleep,
Bonnie? Someone has to be alert to keep an eye on Penny."

"I'm pretty bushed," Bonnie admitted. "Irene?"

"Sacked out in the room with Dolores. You going to bunk with her or
with Dan?"

The bluntness of the question startled both of us.

"I'll be in there -- " She nodded toward the bedroom. " -- in case
Dolores needs something."

"Good idea," I offered, inventively.

"Good night." She kissed her mother's cheek and almost staggered
toward the bedroom as the weariness caught up with her.

Kate slumped into the banquet in the bay window. She leaned her face
next to the screen. "Cool air feels good...moist..." she said softly,
her eyes closed as she savored the rain's soft side-spray. "You know
she wasn't being raped, don't you?"

"No doubt in my mind." I looked at the pipe in one hand, still-open
pouch in the other and finished my packing. "She was enjoying
herself."

"I have a confession."

Uh-oh.

I lit my pipe.

"When I think about what she was doing with those two guys, it turns
me on."

"Understandable," I said around puffs, wondering how my dick could
possibly have gotten so hard. Oh, yeah -- Bonnie's story and now the
thought of Kate turned on at the prospect of a sandwich fuck.

She turned to face me, eyes open and calm. "Is that perverse?"

"You're asking the guy you caught in bed with your eldest daughter and
your sister?"

"Yeah...right." She cracked a smile. "I'm going to sack out, too.
Maybe I'll take Dolores's vibrator with me until Sleeping Beauty wakes
upstairs."

"You might wake Penny."

She laughed. "If she's not using it." She stood, took the pipe from my
mouth, bent and kissed me hard -- but without tongue -- on the lips.

"Sweet dreams, Uncle Dan," she said and smiled. "That is what everyone
in your harem calls you, isn't it?"

I watched the swing of her ripe ass, still provocative despite the
weariness in her stride, as she made her way up the stairs to her
semicomatose husband and bed. I tamped my pipe, put it in the ashtray,
went to the liquor cabinet and took two big gulps of scotch, straight
from the bottle. Then I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. I barely
had the energy to strip before I fell into the bed. After the day's
adventures, it seemed very empty. That was a change of pace and, in an
odd way, very nice.

Which virtually guaranteed it couldn't last.

It didn't.
