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 THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.



   Monica Remembers

   Chapter 11

   Bonoboworld copyright 2010



   Monica remembers:

   A few months later the family went on summer vacation near a resort town
in the Rocky Mountains where every other year we would rent a little cabin
for a couple of weeks.  Vasti went with us this time to help with us kids
and keep mommy company on her shopping expeditions to town.  Meanwhile,
daddy took Dale and me canoeing and fishing and sometimes we went on nature
hikes to take photographs.

   Vasti had never seen mountains like those and marveled at their size and
beauty.  She helped mommy cook and wash dishes and would play games with us
and tell us stories about India.  After dinner we would build a wood fire
in the fireplace and toast marshmallows for smores.  At night the cool
mountain air smelled clean and fresh and we could see hundreds of stars
though our cabin windows.  Our cabin was near a little alpine lake with
trout streams flowing from it.  There were woods all around and no
streetlights or traffic noises, so it was very secluded and peaceful and we
could hear the streams quietly gurgling and flowing in the distance.  The
next nearest cabin was about a mile away, so we had plenty of
privacy--which was good because there was only a primitive outdoor shower
with a little square cement floor and a tattered see-through plastic shower
curtain that left little to the imagination.

   Before bedtime daddy would tell us ghost stories, which he was pretty
good at, and usually scare us all silly a couple of times before telling us
`lights out.' Then Dale and I would kiss mommy and daddy goodnight and go
pull our two little beds together in the kids' bedroom so we could snuggle
together with Vasti and make love to our lovely Indian princess.

   I taught Vasti how to sixty-nine with me; both of us lying across the
beds so I could rest myself on her belly between her smooth dusky thighs
and lavishly devote myself to tonguing out her bushy black-haired pink
snatch while Dale took turns briskly fucking us both.  That way, Vasti and
I could also take turns licking and sucking his penis and cute little balls
as he pounded in and out of the pussy we were licking.  He had plenty of
stamina and we would do this for a couple of hours sometimes--Vasti and I
cumming over and over and only pausing to roll over so the other girl could
be on top for a while.

   We would be covered in our pussy juices and the sheets would be wet,
too, but we didn't mind.  Dale would fall asleep slowly screwing Vasti or
me while he tenderly sucked our tits and made us shiver with delicious,
warm, thrilling mini-cums.  But sometimes we were so tuckered out from our
vacation excursions we just snuggled together, kissed each other goodnight
and went right to sleep.

   I had only had two periods so far and was still getting used to them. 
Three days into our vacation I had some painful cramps as my period began
and I decided to stay with mommy and let Vasti go hiking with daddy and
Dale.  After they went for their day hike we washed dishes and then washed
some mud-stained swim clothes from the day before, which we hung out to dry
on the clothesline.  Then mommy decided to drive me into town to the coffee
shop for a coffee cooler before doing a little shopping.

   While we were in the coffee shop sipping our coolers and deciding which
places to shop from a little map of the town, a young mother walked in with
her tiny baby who couldn't have been more than two months old.  She ordered
a bottled water and sat a few tables away from us where she soon proceeded
to unbutton her blouse and nurse her infant.  I smiled at her and glanced
back at mommy to see if she'd noticed and, of course, she couldn't take her
eyes off this young mother and child.  Silent tears began rolling down
mommy's cheeks and I knew she was still aching for a baby of her own.  She
and daddy had been trying for a long time to no avail.  I reached under the
table and lightly squeezed and held mommy's hand.  I didn't know what to
say.

   After a moment or two, mommy dabbed the tears from her eyes and
whispered to me, "It's no use in dwelling on it.  Come on, Monica.  Let's
go shopping and think of cheerier things."

   But she was very quiet the rest of that morning as we strolled around
town and we didn't get much shopping done.  Soon we went back to the cabin
for an early afternoon nap.  After an hour or so I couldn't sleep anymore.
So, while mommy was still asleep I grabbed a towel and some soap and went
outside to take a shower.

   After I finished my rustic outdoor shower and dried myself off I went to
the bedroom to get dressed.  When I closed the door behind me I caught a
glimpse of my nude self in the long mirror on the back of the bedroom door,
which made me pause and consider.  I was almost twelve and a half and would
soon be thirteen.  I was having my periods now and had begun to wonder
about what motherhood must be like.  My boobs were getting bigger every
month and my hips and ass were forming the curves of a young woman.  My
soft auburn pubic hair was coming in thicker and curlier, too, now covering
my pubic mound and just beginning to grow downy hairs on the sides of my
outer labia.  I wondered if my hips were wide enough to carry and birth a
little baby and what it must feel like to feed it milk from my own breasts
like the young mother we'd seen in the coffee shop.

   Daddy had been using condoms with me for the few months since my first
period and neither he nor mommy believed in putting me on the birth control
pill so long as my only fertile male partner was daddy.  I didn't much like
condoms anymore than I liked having my periods but I knew I was growing up
and these things were facts of life.  Still, I missed getting daddy all hot
and frenzied until he sprayed his thick hot cum over and over inside my
throbbing unprotected pussy, which always made me cum powerfully as well.

   I loved to feel his fresh warm cream up inside me--proof of the
intensity of his love for me--soaking my panties in public or letting his
rich lovely sperm run down my legs if I was at home.  When I was between
the ages of 9 and 12 he occasionally fucked me in the early mornings on
weekdays and I would adoringly carry his juicy load up my quim to
elementary school and, later, middle school where I rubbed myself through
my saturated panties and thought of him spreading and filling me with his
big throbbing veiny hot cock and sperm when no one was looking.  I usually
masturbated like this at the crowded noisy lunch table after I ate my
lunch. I would stroke myself under the table until I was ready to cum. 
Then I would go in the little girls' restroom and finish, keeping my
fingers over my mouth so I didn't whimper too loudly when I finally came.

   Gazing at myself in the mirror and thinking of all the wondrous emotions
and sensations that daddy had shown me over the last six years filled me
with an intense feeling of deep and enduring love for him.  And then I
realized all at once: Of all the men and boys I'd ever known or seen or
dreamt about, the one I would most want to actually have and raise a baby
with was my daddy.  I knew it right then.  I would have daddy's baby for
both mommy and myself to mother so she could share our joy and it would be
her baby, too.

   I remembered daddy saying something several years earlier about how in
Hilda's country sometimes the daughters had their father's babies if the
mothers weren't fertile.  Now all I had to do was convince mommy and daddy
of my plan to get pregnant!


   End of Chapter 11