Chapter Twelve
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 dare say a word." She grinned slightly.
"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 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*twelve*?"
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 sleep-over 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 twelve. 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."
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 halfmumbling 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 twelve 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.
"Who did you say you'd tell – your Mom?"
She shook her head. "My friends – and you."
"Oh, nooooo…"
She giggled. "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 fourteen. 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 somethng, 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 figured 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.