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 The following story is a work of FICTION.

   Monica Remembers

   Chapter 2

   copyright 2010 by Bonoboworld

   Monica continues:

   One of the neighbors eventually got tired of the engine noises, loud
music and lights on all night and called the cops.  Dale and I were taken
away by the social workers and that's the last I saw of my mom.  We were
given to my biological dad whom Dale could barely remember.  I found out
later he had earned his masters in psychology by that time.  He was working
on his doctorate while he made his living doing scientific research.  But I
didn't understand any of that then, other than that he was learning how to
help heal people with bad and angry thoughts.

   When we were first taken to meet him he lived in his own house he'd
inherited from his parents, which was something new to us because we'd
always lived in dingy small apartments.  We each had our own room but Dale
was three and a half and I was six and we felt scared in this new place
with a daddy whom we didn't really know that well.  So I would sneak into
Dale's room at night and sleep in his crib with him at first.  Sometimes
when Dale was asleep I would push his underwear aside to expose his little
peter and quietly practice my penis sucking until I fell asleep, too.

   Dad found us asleep like that one morning with Dale's little penis in my
mouth and went to talk to the social worker.  He told me several years
later that they had questioned mom and she admitted she had been letting
other grown-ups fool around with me in exchange for drugs and money.  The
social worker told Dad not to be surprised if I "acted out" by seeking to
perform sexual acts as a way of gaining approval, but to gently resist it
and say, "That's alright, honey, daddy loves you just the way you are
without special kisses.  Just kiss daddy on the cheek from now on and I'll
hug and kiss you on the cheek, too."

   Well, even as a little kid I was pretty persistent.  I was also very
enthusiastic and skilled at kissing and oral sex for my age.  Daddy had
broken up with his last girlfriend over a year earlier and was starved for
affection.

   Monica's dad, Alvin recalls:

   I told Monica not to give Dale "special kisses" at night because it
might wake him and keep him from getting enough sleep.  She understood this
and stopped visiting him at night.  But Monica was still often frightened
to be alone in her room at night.  After Dale was asleep she would tiptoe
down the hall and quietly knock on my door to ask if she could sleep with
me in my bed.  When I tried to persuade her to go back to sleep in her own
room she would cry and plead with me, so I would kiss her forehead, shush
and hold her and stroke her hair to calm her down.  She would kiss me on
the lips goodnight, which wasn't so unusual until she pushed the tip of her
tongue inside my lips to rub her tongue against mine during her kiss.  I
tried to explain to her that it was OK for her to just kiss me on the cheek
goodnight, and she would look at me with those lovely green eyes of hers
and say, "It's alright daddy, I like kissing you that way." Several times I
tried to persuade her to sleep in her own room in her own bed when the
tears and crying would start.

   One night she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "Daddy I
love you so much for taking care of Dale and me.  I want to stay with you.
I want to make you happy.  Please don't make me be alone."

   I told her that I would always stay and take care of her and Dale and
that I loved them both very much.  That seemed to satisfy her and, holding
her in my arms, we went to sleep.

   That night I had on some old pajama bottoms with weak snaps at the front
and while I was asleep Monica quietly unfastened them, pulled out my penis
and began working her magic on me in my dreams.  Those dreams got sexier
and sexier and felt better and better until I suddenly awoke to find my
little six-year-old daughter with her long soft hair and sweetly
mischievous green eyes lustily licking and sucking on my rock hard
eight-inch cock to the point where I was already rapidly approaching the
point of cumming.  "Monica!  Monica!  Wait, ahh, wait a minute, honey!"

   She paused for an instant and whispered, "Shhh, daddy, Dale's asleep. 
You'll wake him.  It's OK...I'll make you feel real good!"

   The situation was so erotic and my orgasm built before I could help it:
It had been a while.  I collapsed back in bed and the feelings steamrolled
through my body as my pounding orgasmic contractions began, "Wait, baby,
I'm gonna...I'm gonna CUM!!"

   Thick spurts of semen exploded inside her small perfect sucking lips and
mouth as I watched astounded.  She matched my powerful ejaculations with
experienced swallows after every other squirt and even winked at me!  God,
she was amazing!  "OOOOHHH!  Baby!  Ohhh, that's good!  Ulm!  Ahh, ahh,
ohhh, ummpf," I groaned.

   Just as one of the last bursts spewed from my cock she "rotary engined"
the edge of my dick head with her lips around it, moving her jaws in a
tight, upward pulling circular motion, sucking strongly as she swirled her
tongue in a spiral up around the head and then pressed and sucked her lips
hard around the very tip.  This made the last wave of my orgasm suddenly
peak again and my head fell back into the pillow as I panted and my heart
slowly stopped pounding.  [Who the hell taught her to do THAT, I wondered,
paradoxically angry at her mother and astounded at little Monica's
expertise.]

   Monica gently cradled my cock and balls in her hands, grinning at me
from ear to ear, "Mmmm, daddy, you came so much!  And your cream tastes
nice and salty.  Did you like my suckjob?  That's what I call it instead of
`blowjob,' which doesn't make any sense."

   I couldn't lie, "Yes, baby, I liked it very much."

   "Good, daddy, from now on we'll do it a lot!" was her determined reply.
I couldn't believe a very little girl like her could be such a talented
cocksucker, but she has always been the best and she always laps up every
drop.

   Monica continues:

   It made me feel good to take care of my daddy's cock because it was so
clean and beautiful and I knew he'd been lonely living alone for so long.
His penis was much larger than mommy's old meth buddies' and the head was
pointy but still a real mouthful.  The shaft of his cock was just a little
thicker than the others I'd sucked for about the first four inches from the
tip, but the last four inches got fatter and fatter until he was extra
thick at the base.  He had pretty chestnut brown pubic hair everywhere but
on his gigantic balls--which were so big I couldn't fit either one in my
mouth when I was that little.

   Daddy worked so hard that he didn't have much time for girlfriends on
top of taking care of Dale and me.  I sometimes took care of Dale's little
peter as well because it made him easier to get along with.  We never had
fights like most sisters do with their baby brothers.  He couldn't cum like
daddy but he would giggle and breathe hard and smile and tell me that he
really liked it.  I first taught daddy and, later, Dale how I liked my
pussy licked.  After my seventh birthday party I showed daddy how to wash
my butthole with a warm wet washcloth when he gave me a bath so he could
kiss and lick it.  Bath time was a lot of fun at our house!

   Monica's dad takes up the story:

   My dissertation and research work became more demanding and daycare
became too expensive.  A colleague of mine told me about a young Norwegian
exchange student named Hilda whom he and his wife had occasionally hired as
a babysitter.  She was majoring in education and had her own assortment of
educational toys and computer games she liked to play with the kids.  He
gave me her contact information and I set up an interview.  Hilda was a
very gentle, soft spoken and shy 20-year-old with a pale golden honeyed
complexion, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair usually worn in a thickly
braided ponytail.  She was of medium height and very voluptuous, with
curvaceous hips, muscular calves, thighs and arms and she had very firm and
prominent bosom with excellent posture to show it off.  She had a Norwegian
accent to her English that was cute and sexy at the same time.  I already
had my eye out for some good mommy material to help me raise the kids and
she definitely had her good points.  To save money I offered her a live-in
position to look after, tutor and feed the kids and told her that she could
have her afternoons and evenings off once I arrived home at 4:30 PM.  She
agreed and soon settled into the back bedroom.

   I explained to Monica that we had to keep our "special loving times"
secret from Hilda because she might get upset and most people thought
daughters and fathers and sisters and brothers having oral sex together was
wrong--because most people are ignorant and prejudiced after all--and
Monica nodded her head in agreement but seemed disappointed and didn't say
much that night.


   End of Chapter 2