Don’t Tell Mommy

By Jacqueline Jillinghoff

I

People tell me I look like my dad. We have the same hair —pale blonde, almost white, but naturally he wears his a lot shorter. It’s bristly on the sides and brushed back on top with a part in the middle. His eyes are light blue, like mine, and he has a long face with a sharp nose that tilts up, just like mine. We’re both skinny, though Daddy’s more wiry. He’s the handsomest man I know, and when I get married, I hope my husband is as good looking as he is.

And fucks me the way he does.

It’s not his fault. He didn’t want to. In fact, he spanked me hard to show me how wrong it was. But we were naked together in the same bed, and that’s what people in that situation do.

It was the day after Christmas, which I like even better than Christmas. All the presents were open. Mom and Dad say money is tight this year, and I didn’t get the iPod I wanted, but I did get a nifty Eagles warm-up jacket with a hood. Dinner at Aunt Katie’s was over and done with, so I didn’t have to answer the rels’ questions anymore. I didn’t have school for another week, and since the music school was closed, Mom and Dad could stay home, too. We were sitting in the dining room in our pajamas. Mommy made waffles for breakfast, with butter and blueberry syrup, and we had oranges and scrambled eggs, too. I drank like three big glasses of orange juice. Mommy and Daddy had coffee. Dad said he wasn’t feeling too well. He drank too much at Aunt Katie’s Christmas night, and Mommy had to drive us home.

“I have to go to the church,” Mommy said.

“Now?” I said.

“Today’s the only day we could get everyone to come for the rehearsal.”

We’re not religious, but every year, Mommy plays oboe in this big New Year’s production at a church across town. Everyone dresses up in costume like the Middle Ages, and besides the orchestra, there’s a choir and dancers and jugglers and bagpipers.

“Seriously?” Daddy said. “I’d think everyone would be gone for the holidays.”

“I did, too, but for some reason, when they checked their calendars, this was the one day everybody had free. I’ll only be a couple hours. When I get back, we’ll go to a movie. What will you two do?”

“I am going back to bed,” Daddy said. “I could use another eighteen hours sleep.”

“Dani, I want you to do the breakfast dishes while I’m gone,” Mommy said. “That’s your job today.”

“Aw, come on,” I said.

“Come on, nothing,” Mommy said. “I did all the cooking, and I made your favorite waffles. This is the least you can do.”

“Daddy!”

“Shhhh! Daddy has a headache,” he said. “Listen to your mother.”

I can never play them off against each other. Whenever one of them tells me to do something, the other one always backs them up. They call it the United Front.

Then suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get rid of both of them. I saw myself doing the dishes in the nude. If you know anything about me, you know I like to take my clothes off whenever nobody’s around. So a minute ago we were cozy and I loved being with them, and now they couldn’t disappear fast enough.

And they didn’t. They took a long time. They went upstairs and stayed up there with the door closed. I knew what that meant, especially since I fooled around with my principal and the librarian at school, and I could hear their bed creaking through the ceiling. I had a glass of milk in the dining room, and I put my hand down the front of my pajama bottoms, trying to imagine what they were doing. I know that during sex, the man is supposed to put his penis in the woman’s vagina, but I never saw anybody do it, and it was hard to picture just what went where and how their bodies go.

Then Mommy came running down the stairs, all dressed and saying she was late and didn’t have time to take a shower. I snatched my hand out of my pants, but I couldn’t help sniffing my fingers.

“Take one anyway,” Daddy said. He was coming down the stairs behind her. “So you’ll be a few minutes late. They can wait.”

“No, it would be rude,” Mommy said. “I’ll get one when I get home. Besides, this way I’ll still be ripe.”

Ripe?

They went into the spare room so Mommy could get her coat, and when they got to the front door, I could see them through the doorway that led into the living room. Daddy was just in his bathrobe. His feet and legs were bare.

Mommy stuck her hand under his robe. I’m pretty sure she was squeezing his penis.

“You’re such a slut,” he said, low, like I wasn’t supposed to hear.

“Yeah and you love it,” she said. They kissed goodbye.

“Sweetie, be good,” she said to me over Daddy’s shoulder. “The sooner you get started on the dishes, the faster they’ll be done.”

“I’ll do them,” I said, trying not to sound too annoyed. Daddy came through the dining room to the kitchen. He was retying the string around his waist when he went past me, and his robe fell open a crack. I only got a peek at his thighs, though. I thought, damn, just a little more and I could see the whole thing. I was really curious and horny after what went on upstairs.

Daddy poured himself a cup of coffee. Then he got the whiskey from under the kitchen sink and poured some into his cup. He took a sip, thought a second, and poured in some more. He grinned at me through the doorway.

“Don’t tell Mommy,” he said. He went into the bathroom to pee, taking his cup with him. The toilet flushed, and I heard him go upstairs and close the door. The bed creaked a couple of times. When everything was quiet and I was sure he was going to be up there for a while, I took off my pajamas and went to do the dishes.

Nobody likes doing chores, but I do like doing them nude. It turns them into a game. I even did more than mom asked me to, just to stay naked.

First, I poured the last of the coffee down the drain and ran the grounds through the garbage disposal. Then I filled the sink and washed, rinsed and dried all the dishes and put them away. Same with the knives and forks and spoons and glasses. I wiped down the kitchen counter and the top of the stove and put the waffle iron in the dirty dishwater to soak. Finally — and this is what mom didn’t tell me to do — I got down on my hands and knees with a rag and wiped down the kitchen floor. It didn’t really need it, but I liked being on all fours with my butt in the air. I kept ass pointed toward the dining room as I worked my way back toward the doorway, so if Daddy had come downstairs just then, he would have seen my ass staring up at him like a one-eyed robot.

Cinderella’s wicked stepmother stripped her naked and made her wash the dishes and scrub the floors. Her wicked stepsisters pointed at her and laughed when she got down on her knees. “Clothes are expensive,” they said, “and we can’t afford to waste them on a loathsome specimen like you. You stay naked all the time.” They made her sell matches in the snow wearing nothing but rags, and when she came home, they stripped her again and locked her in a cage and made her eat gruel off the floor like a dog. She didn’t even know what gruel was. But then her prince came — he had blue eyes and short blonde hair parted in the middle — and he put a fleece-lined bedroom slipper on her foot. It fit her perfectly. They rode off together on his horse, but he asked her to stay naked: “That’s the one thing I agree with your stepmother about,” he said.

I grinned as I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I was going to lie down in my bed and play with myself until either I fell asleep or till Mommy came home. When I got to the top of the stairs I remembered I had left my pajamas in the dining room, but I didn’t go back for them. It was fun imagining what Mom and Dad would think when they found them.

I put my ear to my parents’ bedroom door, but I didn’t hear anything. Then I got a sudden rush: I like to run around naked in places I shouldn’t — like the library and the auditorium at school — and the one place I really shouldn’t is my parents’ bedroom with my dad sleeping right there. Mom told me once he could sleep through an earthquake. What if I went and stood next to his bed with no clothes on?

“Oh, God, I can’t,” I thought, but my hand was already on the doorknob.

Daddy was asleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. He was laying on his back with his arm over his eyes. The bright red quilt was pulled up to his neck. His arm was bare, so I figured he just took off his robe and got into bed naked. He didn’t bother to put his pajamas back on because he never expected his 11-year-old daughter to sneak into his room.

I tiptoed to the bed and looked down at him. His mouth was open. The lower lip was kind of hanging into his mouth, and his breathing was slow with a little rasp in it, not quite snoring. I stood with my thighs pressed against the edge of the bed and my little slit just a few inches from his face.

His coffee cup was on the nightstand. It was empty. I figured if he drank all that stuff, he wouldn’t wake up no matter how what I did or how much noise I made.

This was probably going to be my only chance ever in my life to see him naked and unconscious with my mom not home. I was so curious I couldn’t stand it. I took hold of the quilt and the sheet under it, and as slowly as I could, scared to death I was going to wake him up, I lifted them up and looked.

Daddy’s penis was small and soft. The head was a kind of purplish pink. It looked like a little Easter egg in a basket of yellow hay. His pubic hair is so pale you can hardly see it, but it’s thick with really tight curls. Mine will probably be just like his, if it ever grows in.

I sucked on my principal’s dick when it was long and hard, but I never saw a relaxed one before. I wondered if Daddy’s got bigger when he was excited, or if it just got stiff and stayed the same size. I hoped it got bigger, for Mommy’s sake.

I could have stared at it for hours. It was so cool. I reached under the covers and opened my hand over it — not touching it, just getting as close as I dared, like holding my hand over a hot stove. There must have been some kind of ESP going on, because I swear it moved: it kind of rolled to the side and got a little bigger. I took my hand away, but when I did I touched it. I actually touched it: my hand grazed along the tube part, light as a feather. It felt warm and had tiny goose bumps.

Suddenly Daddy snuffled and slid his butt down deeper into the covers. He took his arm away from his eyes and grabbed the edge of the quilt. He didn’t wake up, though. I put the covers back slowly. I could just see the outline of his dick through them.

I walked over to the dresser and looked at myself in the mirror. I pretended I was Mommy, leaning over, showing Daddy my ass and asking him if he had a good time with me in bed and what he wanted for dinner and did he want some more stuff in his coffee. In my mind, I was all grown up, married and sexy.

“And what about Dani?” I said, silently, just moving my lips. “Don’t you think she’s getting pretty?”

I picked up a tube of Mommy’s pale pink lipstick from the dresser and put some on, pressing my lips together like I’ve seen her do. I never did that before and it smeared a little, but it didn’t look bad. I even touched the lipstick to my nipples and rubbed it in circles.

I bet Mommy never did that.

The quiet was intense. I was aware of every little sound, every creak in the floor, the wind outside, every breath Daddy took. I wanted it to go on and on. I put the lipstick down and walked around the bed across from him, just to look at him some more. And I put finger in my slit and started moving it around.

“Darling,” I said, still just moving my lips. “Darling, kiss me. Be nice to me.”

Mommy never called Daddy Darling, but I wanted to. It was so amazing, me and my dad naked in the same room, even if he didn’t know it.

Those incredible sex feelings started building up as I moved my finger around and around my clit. I love that more than anything. I wiggled my toes into the carpet. That delicious stiffness went all through me. I imagined resting my head on Daddy’s bare chest, kissing it the way Mrs. Cohen kissed my chest in the music room, or even putting his penis in my mouth like I did with Mr. Master’s.

It was too much. I mean, he was right there, like two feet away. I was sure he wasn’t going to wake up, and I guess I was too excited to care. I picked up the covers again and slithered under them like a cat.

It smelled like feet under there, and maybe a little like fart, but it was warm. Mommy and Daddy like to sleep on satin sheets, and they were smooth on my skin. I snuggled against Daddy’s side. He was so warm and his skin was so soft: I was jealous of Mommy. I stretched my legs along his — my toes barely reached his ankles — and I was just resting my cheek against his shoulder when his eyes snapped open and screamed at me.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

He grabbed me with both hands under the armpits and threw me to the foot of the bed. I landed hard on my back with my head hanging off the edge. All the covers flew off onto the floor. I tried to say something — something like “Daddy, I just wanted to take a nap with you,” but all I got out was “Daddy—”

“Don’t fucking Daddy me,” he yelled at me, and I mean yelled. “You are not your mother. Is that what you think? You want to be your mother? Huh?”

I never saw him so furious and so red-faced. I was so scared I peed myself. For real. An honest-to-God spritz. I rolled over and tried to scramble off the bed. I got my hands on the floor and clawed at the carpet, and my hips were just sliding off the mattress when he grabbed my ankles and dragged me back across the wet spot I made. I was screaming and crying and wriggling to get away, but he was too strong. I was like a rag doll in his hands. I went up in the air again, and my head went around and down. My hair got yanked back and my titties got squeezed, and then I was on my tummy across his legs, and he was beating my bare ass with his open hand.

“Don’t. You. Ever. Sneak. Up. On. Me. Again!” he yelled. Every word came with a stinging smack on my naked butt. “Keep. Your. Fuck. Ing. Cunt. Out. Of. Your. Muh. Ther’s. Bed!”

“Don’t Daddy please!” I begged him. “I won’t do it again! I won’t ever do it again. Daddy, don’t!”

But he went on spanking me and cursing me and calling me a filthy little cunt. My head was spinning, but I remember some stuff very clearly, like it was going in slow motion. I remember the stinging pain in my naked bottom, the tears in my eyes that made the bedroom door look blurry, and Daddy’s penis rubbing against my hip.

It does get bigger.

Then all of the sudden he stopped. He picked me up and spun me around again, and he held me against his chest. He was crying. We both were.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Princess. I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” I sobbed. “Why did you hit me? Why-hy-hy?”

“I’m sorry, Precious. I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at myself.”

“Wha-at?”

“Because of how you make me feel,” he said.

“Don’t you love me?” I said.

“I love you more than anything,” he said. “That’s the problem. I want to touch you, and daddies aren’t supposed to do that.”

“But I wanted you to.”

“I did get that impression,” he said.

We laughed through the tears, and we were friends again. I wiped my nose and my eyes on his shoulder and smiled up at him. It’s weird. Whenever I cry hard, it’s easier to laugh afterward. He seemed to want to laugh, too.

He laid back so I was half on top of him, and he held me around the shoulders with one arm. He reached down behind me and patted my bare butt — but gently this time.

“You have such a pretty bottom,” he said.

“It still stings,” I said.

“Let’s take a look.” He lifted his head. “Oooh, yeah. It’s red like an apple.”

“It’s Christmassy,” I said. “Rudolph the Red-Ass Reindeer.”

“I am sorry.”

“It’s OK.”

I looked down at his penis. It was stiff and straight and the little slit was pointing at me. I put my hand on top of it, almost automatically. It was just there and I felt like touching it.

“Don’t do that,” Daddy said, but he didn’t swat my hand away or anything..

“Why?” I said. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“No. No, not at all. It’s just uh ...”

“Girls aren’t supposed to touch their daddies’ penises,” I said.

“Yes, that’s exactly right. Girls ... aren’t... uhhhh ... are not supposed to...”

God, he’s such a dork. I just touched his penis, and he totally caved. I stroked it a little, just drew my hand along it from bottom to top. It wasn’t on his stomach anymore. It was sticking up at an angle, and it twitched when I got to the tip. It’s not as long or as thick as Mr. Master’s, but I liked it better. It was more kid-sized.

“How long is your penis, Daddy?”

“Six and three quarter inches. Your mom and I measured.”

“Is that big?” I knew it really wasn’t, but I played innocent.

“It’s normal,” he said.

I closed my hand around it and pulled on it. He really liked that.

“It’s so nice,” I said. “It’s like it’s hard and soft at the same time.”

“Yes, it’s a real miracle of nature,” he said.

“You’re silly,” I said.

I went down his stomach, and I put the tip of his penis in my mouth.

“My God! What are they teaching you in that school?”

If he only knew!

“Nothing,” I said. I took his dick in as far as it would go. It didn’t make me gag like Mr. Master’s did. And my spit made it easier to pull on him with my hand.

“No,” he said. “You learned that somewhere. Who —? No, no I don’t wanna know.”

I kept my hand on his dick, but I came back up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t shaved, and his bristles scratched my lips. He pecked me on the nose, and then on the lips. I pecked him back, on his cheek and on his lips. Then he kissed me for real, on the mouth, and wrapped my body in both his arms and rolled me over on my back. I felt tiny next to him. His tongue licked my lips.

“Open your mouth a little, like this,” he said, and he showed me. I opened my mouth, and he kissed me again, but this time he stuck his tongue through my lips.

Adults are so weird. They keep coming up with stuff you never knew you could do. And it all feels fantastic. I licked him back, and soon our tongues were going in and out, sliding against each other, flowing back and forth, first in his mouth, then in mine.

We made out like that for a long time while Daddy ran his hand up and down my side and over my titties, getting me more and more excited, and finally down between my legs. I love it when somebody else touches my pussy. I lifted my ass a little and angled up my crotch up to give him more room. And I went Mmmmmmm.

He broke off the kiss and looked down at me.

“I’ve been thinking about you like this ever since that day in the yard,” he said. He rubbed my clit lightly with one finger while he talked. “You probably don’t remember. You were standing in that silly wading pool, and you were naked.”

“I remember that,” I said. “Mommy came out and told me I couldn’t go around naked anymore.”

“That’s because it made me so excited to look at you. Mommy and I came up here and we fucked, and I pretended she was you. — Do you know what fuck means?”

“Oh sure,” I said, like it was nothing.

“Oh, of course you do. What was I thinking?”

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

“I can’t baby. I can’t do it.”

“Yes you can. I’ll let you if you if you want. Please fuck me, Daddy.”

He slid his finger all the way up my hole. I was all wet and swollen, and my pussy closed around his knuckles like some kind of blob.

“I can tell you like that,” he said.

“Uh huh” was all I could say. “Uh huh, uh huh.”

He looked down at me with this grin like he knew everything I was feeling and thinking. Not that I was all that mysterious. He jiggled his hand so my hole vibrated inside, and he circled his thumb around my clitty bump. Then he twisted his hand around a hundred and eighty and back again, and I could feel his finger rubbing around all the sides of my hole. It was incredible. I clenched at him with my cunt.

“Do it, Daddy. Please?”

“Sweetie, let’s leave it at my finger,” he said.

“No, Daddy! Your penis is bigger and it’s thicker. I wanna feel it inside me.”

“Dani, if we do this, you have to promise me you will not tell your mother.”

“I promise.”

“And you can’t tell anybody. Not your teachers, not your friends in school. Nobody. Not ever.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Because if you do, you’re a bad, lying little girl, and I will never believe anything you say again.”

You have to understand, when he was saying all this, he was wiggling his finger around in my cunt and pumping it in and out and shaking it and massaging my clit and driving me absolutely, utterly fucking nuts. I was dying to know what his cock felt like inside me, what any cock felt like. I would have told him anything, and I think Daddy knew that. He just wanted to hear me beg. Grownups can be such shits.

“Daddy, I promise,” I said. “I promise I will never tell anybody anything ever. Not Mommy, not my teachers, not my friends. Never for a million years. Now will you put it in me, please? Please please please please please?”

“Put what in you?”

“Daddy!”

He shook his head and he said, “God forgive me,” and he got up and he kneeled down between my legs. He sat back on his heels with his legs spread out in a “V.” I threw my legs over his thighs, making a “V” of my own and giving him a nice full view of my cherry pie.

“Ooooh,” he said when he saw it, kind of sighing. He grabbed his dick with one hand and bent it up and down like a lever, running that purple Easter-egg head up and down my gash. He was looking for my hole, working my lips open. It felt good, but not great like when he his finger in. He looked at my pussy with a serious expression on his face, like he was figuring something out. I was scared something was wrong.

“Is it OK?” I said.

“It’s ... fine,” Daddy said.

Then I felt it: the tip of his dick pushed me open just a little. It didn’t feel like it was in me, just like something was pressing up against it. Daddy stopped moving for a second, pushed in a little more and stopped again. I felt like I had to pee, and I tightened up.

“Relax,” Daddy said. “Don’t be so tense.”

I did what he said, like when I’m on the toilet and I let everything go loose and my piss comes out. Daddy scooted up a little more, and I could feel myself stretching open, letting him in.

“You all set?” he said.

“Uh huh.”

He lowered himself on top of me, straightening his legs, and pushed. I thought there’d be some pain or tearing or something, but there wasn’t. He was just there — in, all the way in, screwing me up to my tummy. I wasn’t even sure it happened until Daddy said, “That’s it. You wanted us to fuck. We’re fucking.”

Way cool.

Daddy went slow. He was gentle. He pulled out a little, then filled me back up. Then he did it again. And again. I was getting wetter and sliming him up and the in-and-outs got easier and easier. But he didn’t go any faster. He just kept rocking his hips at the same slow speed.

It was thick. It was round. It was perfect. My pussy wrapped around Daddy’s penis like a tight sleeve. I could feel all of it, everywhere, all at once — the length of it stuffing me and fat tube pushing me apart and the rim at the bottom of the head dragging and rippling through me when he pulled back.

It felt like he went in deeper every time he pushed, even though I knew that couldn’t be, ’cause he was already as far in as he could go. His dick felt like it was getting bigger, too — longer and thicker. I’m not sure if that can happen or not, either, but he was really hard, and I was dripping, drooling wet.

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me while he fucked me. I had to tilt my head up to look into his eyes, ‘cause I only came up to like his neck. He covered me like a tent. I wrapped my arms around his back. I put my legs around him, too, with my feet behind his thighs.

And I thought, this is how grownups do it. This is where everything goes.

We went on like that, looking at each other and not saying anything, just amazed at what we were doing and how fucking good it felt. We breathed with little sighs and gasps like “Uh ... uh uh uh! ... uh ah!” — not even very loud.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but just by instinct I pushed my crotch at him when he went all the way up inside, so for a second instant my clitty bump mashed against his pubic bone before he pulled back again. That felt great. Daddy finally got the message, and instead of going in and out he crammed his penis all the way into me and kept it there. I squealed with pleasure.

“Oh ... Daddy!”

The feeling started as a tickling in my clitty and then whooshed through my body like it was coming out of a fire hose. I flopped around on the bed like a fish. My chest heaved and I moaned long and loud like “Ohhhh! Uhhh! Oohhhhhhhh!”

Daddy had a tough time holding on with my squirming around, but he put his hands on my shoulders and rammed me down on his dick, which is where I wanted to be, anyway.

I arched my back, and my head pushed back into the pillow like I was in a car that was speeding up fast. G-force is what they call it in science class. That’s what it felt like. I was starting to calm down, and I thought my orgasm was over when Daddy grunted, and his dick started to jerk inside me. He yelled “Shit!” and pushed up into me again, and that set me off again. He kissed me hard. I screamed into his mouth. We were grunting and snuffling like a couple of pigs, and his arms locked me up tight so I wouldn’t thrash around so much and he wouldn’t fall out of me.

“Oh ... oh wow,” I said. “Woo!”

“Pretty amazing,” Daddy said.

“Fucking God!” I said. “I never felt anything like that.”

Well, I had, but not just like that.

“Is that what it’s like with Mommy?”

“This was different,” Daddy said. “It was ... evil.”

We were all out of breath. I could feel Daddy’s thing slipping around down there. It was getting soft, but he kept it in me.

We kissed a little, and I said, “I wanna do that again.”

“No, baby we can’t. I couldn’t help myself that one time, but we really can’t.”

“Uh uh,” I said. “I wanna do it again and again and again.”

“Well, maybe sometime.”

“Uh uh,” I said. “I wanna do it every time Mommy’s not around.”

“Look, I know once you start having sex, it’s hard to stop, so I won’t ask you to. I’d be OK if you found a boy your own age. You could show him how. I’d even be willing to watch you, to, you know, show him how it’s done.”

“I don’t want a boy,” I said. “I want you. I love you, Daddy.”

“But I’m your father.”

But I didn’t think of him as my father right then. He was just a guy with the right-sized dick that I wanted to fuck me over and over.

“All right, we’ll figure something out, but for God’s sake—”

“Don’t tell Mommy!”

Daddy rolled away from me. His penis went plip! when it came out of my pussy, and all the wet stuff, his and mine, splorshed out of my cunt and trickled down my asshole.

“Ew!” I said.

“I’ll have to change the sheets,” Daddy said.

He got up and picked the bedcovers off the floor and spread them over me. Then he got under them with me. I snuggled against his naked body, which is all I wanted to do before he woke up. I never felt so warm and safe in my life.

We were dozing like that when Mommy came home.

II

I heard the front door close, but it didn’t sink in what it meant. I was half asleep and stupid and dreamy from the sex.

But Daddy woke up fast, like he did when I crawled into bed with him. He sat up straight and shook my arm.

“Shit! Your mother’s home,” he said. “Get out of here. Go back to your room, now.”

I clawed over him, hands and feet, and ran to the door on tiptoe.

“Go ahead,” he whispered loud. “While she’s hanging up her coat.”

I looked at him over my shoulder and shook my head. She was already coming up the stairs. In a second, Daddy heard her, too.

“Get back in the bed,” he whispered. “Pretend you’re asleep.”

He laid back and pulled the quilt up to his chin and closed his eyes. I jumped back over him and burrowed under the covers. I clung to Daddy’s side.

“Uh uh,” he said. “On the other side. As far away as you can get.”

I didn’t know what good that would do, but I did what he said. I scooted over to the far side of the bed and curled up with my back to him and squeezed my eyes shut. I just got the covers over my head when I heard the door open.

Mommy was trying to be quiet, but I could hear her breathing and her footsteps on the rug. She put down her oboe case, then her overcoat went floof! on the rocking chair. A belt buckle clinked, and a zipper zipped. Mommy was taking off her jeans. There was some rustling. She was taking her shirt off, I guess. It was hard to listen because my heart was beating so fast — ba-thump! ba-thump! ba-thump! I didn’t hear anything else until she pulled the covers off my face.

“Huh!” she said, and she nudged my back a little. “Sweetie, wake up.”

“Huh?” I said, doing my best to pretend.

“Sweetie, what are you doing here?”

“Mm-mm.”

“You shouldn’t be in bed with Daddy.” She picked the covers up higher. “My God, are you naked?” She was surprised to see me there, but she kept her voice down, because she thought Daddy was asleep. “Where are your pajamas?”

“Left ’em downstairs,” I said. No use lying. Not about that, anyway. Finally I opened my eyes. Mommy was naked, too. I guess she wanted to get in bed with Daddy like I did.

“You shouldn’t be in here like this. Go to your own room.”

Daddy sure is smart. I understood what his plan was. He figured Mommy would find me and think I got into bed to take a nap with him naked. I mean, that’s what I did, but she wouldn’t know he woke and all the stuff we did. I was just a curious little girl. Maybe a little horny, but that wasn’t his fault.

I dragged my naked ass out of bed and brushed against Mommy when I passed her. She was warm, like Daddy, but softer. It would have been nice to stay and get in bed with both of them, but I wanted to get out of there fast.

I was halfway around the bed, looking heading for the door, when Mommy said, “Sweetie, what’s that on your backside?”

“Nothin’,” I said automatically. There was something on my ass. It was wet and cold — and probably shiny, which is why she noticed it. Some of it was trickling down my leg, too.

“Hold on,” she said.

She came over and wiped my naked butt. She looked at her fingers. Then she sniffed them. Then really fast and hard she shoved her hand between my legs and grabbed my cunt. One of her fingers went between my lips — into the slimy meaty part — and scooped out the goo Daddy shot in there. I squeezed my legs together when her fingernail scratched my clit. It was weird: I was scared, but it felt good.

She looked closely at her fingers again. There was a little blood on them and a lot of clear, shiny stuff. Mommy stared at it for what seemed like forever.

Then she looked over at Daddy, and she said, “You son of a fucking bitch.”

Her voice was real quiet. It scared me even more than it would if she had yelled. I never heard her talk like that before. I never saw her so mad.

“Open your eyes,” she said. “I know you’re awake.”

Daddy looked at her, but he didn’t say anything.

“Danielle, go to your room,” Mommy said

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I said.

“Then go,” she said. “And make sure you wash all your father’s shit off of you. And then you go to your room and don’t you dare let me see your face again until I come get you.”

I walked out slowly. Somehow I thought if she saw me moving fast she’d get madder. But when I got to the stairs, I ran down. I took a long pee, and then I scrubbed between my legs with a washcloth and the big bar of lavender soap we keep in the shower. I used really hot water from the sink. That felt good. I got up a lot of lather over my slit and in between my lips. I washed my butt, too, since that’s where Mommy saw all the gunk that spilled out of my hole.

I got my pajamas out from under the dining room on the way back upstairs. I was scared Mommy would find them later and they’d set her off again. She was screaming when I got to my room.

“Are you fucking our daughter? Are you are a fucking pervert?”

“She seduced me,” Daddy said, almost as loud.

“She’s eleven!”

“She crawled into bed with me naked! What was I supposed to do?”

“Tell her to fucking leave. You’re her father!”

I shut my door, but it didn’t help. Mom kept yelling at Daddy and calling him a perv and a baby fucker and Dad kept saying he couldn’t help it because I was naked.

I put my pajamas in a drawer and picked up Sally Ann, my old doll, from the top of the dresser. She’s the only toy I have from when I was little. I never play with her anymore, but I felt so alone. Mommy and Daddy might have to get a divorce now, and Mommy sounded like she hated everybody, me included.

Sally Ann’s eyes are blue, and they’re always open. She’s just a shell of soft rubber with fat pink cheeks and curly blonde hair that’s stamped on her head and painted. Her arms and legs are stiff. They only move at the shoulders and the hips. I take good care of her. She still has all her original clothes — her socks, gown and panties, which are still white, like new, and her shiny plastic Mary Janes.

I got into bed with her.

“Here,” I said, “let’s get comfortable.”

And I took off all her clothes. In the last couple of weeks, four grownups had seen me naked. Two of them had licked my pussy, one of them came on my face, and one of them fucked me. It was more fun than I could ever imagine, but they were all bigger than me, and they were all showing me what to do. It felt good to have somebody I was bigger than, somebody I could boss around, even if she was just a piece of rubber.

Sally Ann’s lips are shaped like an O. I kissed her on the mouth. There’s a little hole in the middle where you’re supposed to put the nipple of her baby bottle. I gave her another nipple to suck on — a real one. She fit perfectly. Her lips were just wide enough to hide my little pink circles.

I held her head against my breast — OK, it’s more like a saucer from a toy tea set, but you know what I mean — and I told her to suck it like a good girl. I rolled her over so I was on top, the way Daddy did with me, and I kissed her on the mouth again, and all down her front. She has tiny nipples — just circles etched on her rubber mounds, but they felt big and sharp under the tip of my tongue. She has cute, fat toes. I put one of her feet in my mouth. It tasted sour, the way rubber does, and I could only keep it in for a second before I gagged. So instead, I bent her legs up as far as they could go, so her feet were past her shoulders, and I tickled her with my tongue where her vagina and her asshole would be. She’s just smooth in those places, but it was fun to pretend.

“You’re such a pretty little girl,” I said. “You like that?”

Her red mouth stayed frozen in that circle, like she was going Ooooooo!

Finally, I put her legs down and put her on my pillow. I pretended to fuck her, even though her feet only came down to my titties. That’s how small she is. I moved my hips the way Daddy did, slowly and gently. The covers weighed down on my ass every time I pulled back, and the fitted sheet under me rubbed across my slit when I pushed forward.

“I’m fucking you,” I told her. “I’m your Daddy and I’m fucking you.”

She stared at me with her big happy eyes.

I must sound like a big baby, playing with a doll, but she was my best friend when I was little, and at the moment, she was the only other person in the house who wasn’t yelling.

Mom and Dad’s voices died down after a while, but I could hear them grumbling through the two shut doors. I was worn out from the sex and from all the upset. I turned over on my back, with Sally Ann next to me. I probably fell asleep for real, because the next time I opened it was dim in my room. The sun wasn’t coming through the window anymore. Mom was standing over me. She was still nude.

“Did you like it?” she said, still quiet, but not icy like before. She sounded tired.

“Like what?” I said.

“Fucking your father,” she said. “Be honest with me, Dani. We always said we wouldn’t pretend with you about sex, or anything. So tell me. Did you enjoy fucking your father?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Did you have an orgasm? Have I explained about orgasms?”

“I know what an orgasm is.”

“I’m sure. Did you have one?”

“Uh huh.”

“A big one?”

“They’re all big.”

“All? You’ve done this before?”

“No — not this.”

“Then what?”

“I, uh ... I touch myself.”

“I should have known.”

She sat down on the edge of my bed. She put one knee up, sort of angled toward me, and one foot on the floor. With her legs open like that, I could see little pink-gray bulbs peeking out through the curls. I don’t have those. Mom is blonde, but not as light as Daddy and me. The hair between her legs is a light brown. There’s lot of it, a big tangly triangle.

Her tummy is flat, and her breasts are pretty B-cups. They still look firm, even though she’s had a baby (me), and they’re shaped nice — rounded on the bottom with a short slope up top and the nipples sticking straight out. The nipples are small, like mine, but they’re brown. Mine are pale pink.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said. “I should leave him, but I do love him. I should report him, but I can’t let him go to jail for one mistake. But ... he said you want to keep doing it.”

“I don’t have to.”

“You’re damn right you don’t have to. You have to promise me you will never, ever do what you did again. That’s you’ll never eve touch him. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“You could at least sound like you mean it.”

“I do,” I said.

“Did you really crawl into his bed naked?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why?”

“I just wanted to be next to him. It thought it would feel good.”

“Sweetie, not everything that feels good is —” and she choked

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Sorry might not be good enough,” she said.

She pulled the covers off me, and we were both naked together. Three of us, really. Sally Ann was under the covers with me with no clothes on. Mom saw her when she pulled the sheets away. I think she almost smirked.

“Are you mad at me?” I said.

“No, not really,” she said. “This is a very confusing time for you. But you can’t just do everything you feel like. You have to learn to channel your sex drive.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you do it with somebody besides your father.”

“That’s what he said. He said if I got a boyfriend, he’d show him how it’s done.”

“Oh, I’ll bet he’d love that,” Mommy said. She tugged at my leg, lifting it up, and held my foot between her breasts. My knee kind of tilted over, opening up my crotch. Mommy sort of stared at vagina. She kissed my big toe.

“Remember when you and I used to take baths together?” she said.

“Yes, I do!” I said. It was a nice memory. And it wasn’t all that long ago, either.

“When you were very small, I’d kiss your feet,” she said. She raised my foot to her mouth and kind of dragged my toes across her lower lip. That sent a tingle up my leg. She bit the ball of my foot — not hard, just scraping her teeth over it. That sent another tingle all the way up to my asshole.

Mommy kissed the arch of my foot. She kissed each one of my toes and put the three middle ones into her mouth. I wiggled them around on her tongue and giggled.

“You like that?” she said.

“Uh huh,” I said.

She kept kissing my toes and licking them while she talked.

“I blame you for this, you know,” she said. “You father should have known better, but it’s not entirely his fault. You’re not an innocent kid anymore. You’re a wicked little girl. A very wicked little girl.”

That’s another thing about adults. Daddy said fucking me was evil, and Mom called me wicked, but they both said it like they meant it was fun. It’s like they want sex to be bad. That’s weird, because it doesn’t match with adults tell you about sex being healthy and beautiful and how wonderful it is if you wait for the right person to come along. They want it to be dirty. But I think I understand that. I like being naked better when I’m sneaking around.

Mommy let go of my foot, and it dropped to the floor. She looked me in the eye, and without a word, she bent over and planted big kiss on my slit. Her tongue broke through the lips and went right to my nub. I tightened all over. She really got into it, licking me and eating with a vengeance. Her tongue lashed at my clitty. It shot into my hole. She bit my lip, one of the puffy ones around my slit — just nipped it, but it stung.

I never thought sex could be so — I don’t know — so angry. First there was Daddy spanking me. But at least he got nice when we fucked. Mommy was the opposite. She kissed my feet like I was a little girl again, and then she got pissed off when she went for my cunt. I don’t know if she was mad at me or at Daddy. Maybe she was jealous ’cause we did it without her. But she was taking it all out on my pussy. It was fucking great.

She was so rough — so scary — that the feelings went through me like bang! I came right away, but not anything like before. This was different. There were these spasms, squeezing me everywhere at once and then loosening up and squeezing again, over and over, fast — in my asshole and my pussy and up in my chest. My body tingled all over. My voice stuck in my throat. I could hardly breathe. If I ever get electrocuted, this is probably what it’s going to feel like.

I clenched both my fists and threw my arms out, and I knocked Sally Ann on the floor, down the slot between the bed and the wall.

“That’s it, baby, come on,” Mommy said. “Bad girls come for Mommy.”

I felt like squealing, but nothing came out. My arms and legs laid there like lead. I really couldn’t move. It was too incredible: my own mother was licking my cunt.

“You’re my horny little bitch,” she said. “Say it. Say you’re my horny little bitch.”

She wanted a bad girl, but all she got was a lump.

She didn’t give me time to come down, either. She didn’t even finish me. I was in the middle of another of those full-body spasms when she just broke off. She grabbed my hair, and she kind of rolled backward toward the foot of the bed, dragging me with her. In one long motion, she was on her back with my nose in front of her pussy. It was shiny through all the hair.

She tapped those fleshy bulbs with her middle finger.

“If you’re going to be sexual, there’s something else you have to learn,” she said. “You like what I did to you?”

“Uh huh,” I panted. I was still coming, except I had my hand down there now instead of her face.

“Now you do it,” she said. She took the back of back of my head in both hands and pulled me into her.

I couldn’t make anything out. This hot, slimy thing was plastered across my lips, and the hair in my nose almost made me sneeze. But I’d played with my pussy plenty of times, and I knew where everything was supposed to be. I stuck my tongue out, and I worked in between those two bulbs. There was her clitty, right where mine is. It was just a thickening, a tough, rubbery spot, but I knew what it was when I found it.

She did it rough to me, so I did it that way back. I whipped my tongue across her wet flesh and munched on her hair. Once I caught her clit with my front teeth. For a second I was scared I really hurt her, but she yelped and clamped my head tighter. So I did it again.

“Oh my God!” she yelled. “Oh sweet fucking Jesus!”

I wanted to put my tongue in her hole, but she was getting off so much with me nipping and sucking her clit that I decided to use my hand instead. I slipped one finger inside of her. She was so slick it went right in. I fucked her a little with just one finger, but when it felt like it was getting lost inside, I put a second one. Then three, and finally all four. I probably could have put both my hands in her, but I needed one to play with my pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” she panted. “Eat me. Eat me eat me. Ah … yes? Yes? OH FUCKING SHIT YES!”

I don’t think I was that good. I mean, it was my first time eating cunt, and I was just fiddling around with my tongue and my fingers. I think what really got her off so hard was the idea that her own daughter was going down on her.

When she had enough — and it was a long time before she had enough — she pulled me by the hair again, but gently this time, up to her face. I laid on top of her, and she kissed me. After kissing Daddy, I knew to open my mouth and let her tongue go in. We stayed like that for a while, licking our juice off each other’s lips and chins and cheeks. And when the juice was gone, we went on licking, just making out.

She held my hands in front of her face and kissed them. One of them smelled like her pussy. The other one smelled like mine.

She was calm and happy now — the Mommy I always knew. I wondered if she got this crazy in bed with Daddy all the time. I didn’t think I could take her constant flipping back and forth — mad, then sweet, then mad, then sweet again.

She ran her hands down my back and over my bare ass.

“You’re a wonderful little cuntlicker,” she said. “I’ve decided you’re a good girl after all.”

That is, until the next time, when she’d tell me what a little whore I am.

“So I guess this lets me off the hook?” Daddy said.

He was standing in the doorway, watching us.

III

He was naked, with this big, dumb grin on his face and his big, hard dick in his hand.

“How long have you been standing there?” Mommy said in her annoyed-but-not-really voice.

“I came in at ‘Sweet fucking Jesus, ‘“ Daddy said.

“Oh, God! Did we give you a good show?”

“Can’t you tell?” he said.

“Daddy, come over here with us,” I said.

“Wow. Now look who’s in charge,” he said.

“You heard her,” Mommy said. “Obey.”

“Yeah, obey!” I said.

Daddy knelt on the bed behind me, and he kissed my back while I stayed on top of Mommy, kissing her face. It was so sweet. His tongue went up my spine and down my side, and his hands rested on my bare butt. He kissed my toes and the bottoms of my feet, and all up my legs. It especially tickled on the backs of my knees.

I kissed Mommy’s lips and licked her neck, and she put her hands on my cheeks and guided my face to her boobs. The nipples were small, brown and hard. I plucked one of them with my lips and raised my head, pulling up on it. It stretched like taffy.

She clasped my head and told me to eat it. I sucked as much of her tit onto my mouth as I could — almost all of it, because her tits aren’t very big — and twirled my tongue around the rubbery knot. I got my spit all over it. Then I went to the other one. I loved sucking Mommy’s tits. It made me feel grown up and little again at the same time.

Behind me, Daddy put his hands between our legs, and he fingered both our cunts at the same time. Mommy’s breathing changed. It got longer and deeper. Mine, too, except she was sighing and breathing through her mouth, and I was hissing through my nose because my mouth was full of her tit. My head was swimming, and my face and arms were all pins and needles, the way they got when I ran around school naked. I asked Daddy about it later. He called it hyperventilating.

Daddy’s lips touched my naked butt. His tongue, warm and wet and tickly, skimmed the crack from bottom to top once, then twice, and a third time really slowly, pausing at the base of my spine. Then he pressed his whole face into my ass, and he started licking my shithole. I still can’t believe that incredible feeling, It was a clean cold shock, like getting an ice cube down your back. It made me wild. I pushed my butt into his face as hard as I could. I waved my feet in the air, and I made a kind of strangling sound deep in my throat while I bit down harder on Mommy’s tit.

Daddy gave me a good washing. I’ve never been so clean down there. Between his tongue in my shithole and his fingers in my pussy and Mommy’s tit in my mouth, I was on the verge of another monster come when Mommy said, “I need to fuck again. Come on, baby, give us some room.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“I don’t think she’s ready to move,” Daddy said.

“Then she’d better get ready,” Mommy said.

She shoved me off her. I landed on the mattress on my side. Daddy’s fingers popped out of my cunt, and my own hand shot right down and picked up where he left off. I should have been pissed, but it felt good to rub myself, and hey, how many kids get to watch their parents bang?

We rearranged ourselves for Mommy’s convenience. Daddy laid on his back. Mommy squatted across his hips. She held his hard-on straight up, and when she sat down it disappeared into her. I was laying next to them, one knee up, playing with myself, My face was right next to Daddy’s, and glancing down I could see the base of his penis stretched out between his hair and hers. She rode him like a hobbyhorse.

“I like it when he’s already come a couple of times,” she said. “He doesn’t shoot off right away. He lasts a long time.”

“And then dies,” Daddy said.

“A woman needs her orgasms,” Mommy said. “If she kills a few men in the process, it’s a small price to pay.”

“The thing you have to understand about your mother,” Daddy said to me, “is that she is a heartless bitch.”

“You love it,” she said.

It amazes me that adults can kid around like that during sex. When I’m hot, all I want to do is get off. I don’t feel like making fun. I mean, how can they even think about anything else?

They had a cool way of fucking, though — not in and out, like Daddy did with me, but kind of back and forth and around. Daddy hardly had to move. Mommy ground down on him. Once, she leaned way back, and I saw his dick half in, half out of her cunt, like a tower that rises up and gets lost in a fog.

“This ... this is a g-good bed,” Mommy said. “Nice and f-firm. We should do it here m-more of-often. Yow!”

She was like dancing on his dick. She raised her fists in the air and flipped her hair from side to side. Her tits wiggled like water balloons.

I didn’t make myself come right away. Watching them turned me on a lot, and I wanted it to last. I played with my clitty just enough to keep myself on the edge. I pressed down on it with all four fingers, and just when that was about to shoot me over the top, I pulled back and tapped it lightly with one fingertip. Then, when I calmed down a little, I massaged it again with my whole hand. I did that a couple of times, like I was on simmer.

Daddy saw what I was doing, and he stuck his tongue out in a kind of licking motion. I got the bright idea that I could do what she was doing, but on his face. I bounced up and swung my leg over him.

“Good girl!” he said just before my lips — you know which one I mean — plopped down on his.

I don’t know how he breathed with my pussy over his mouth and his nose up my butt, but he managed. I moved my hips the way I saw Mommy do, humping Daddy’s face so his tongue flicked my clit up and down like a light switch, then grinding down in a circle so I got it into my cunthole.

I put my hands on Mommy’s shoulders to balance. She leaned across and kissed me and put her hands over my nipples. She and I were two sides of an upright, squirming triangle in my bed, and Daddy, caught underneath us, was the base.

It happened for Mommy and me at the same time. She broke off our kiss and looked into my eyes. Her face was a couple inches from mine. I could feel her hot breath on my eyes. She kind of half smiled, and then her mouth got that round, fish-face shape — just like Sally Ann’s. Her shoulders hunched and her boobies shook, and she seemed to shrink into herself a little, like her back was breaking.

A second later I felt it in me. I trembled, too, and my face got the same wide-eyed, gaping expression. We were shaking and breathing in sync, like mirror images. I was her as a little girl. She was me as a grownup. And we were both so fucking hot.

“Like it? Like it, baby?” Mommy said between gasps. “You like ... like that? Coming? Coming baby? You coming with Mommy?”

“Yeah, Mommy! I’m coming!”

“Come ... come...”

“We’re both...”

“Both coming. Mommy and baby ... both... ohhhhhhhhh fuck!”

“It’s feels so good Mommy! It’s ... oh!” I babbled like a baby. It was so confused, with the room spinning and my cunt dripping and quivering and Mommy cursing and coming, and me coming, too. Groping around with our lips, we found each other’s mouths again. We kissed and kissed, our tongues lapping. I cupped my hands under her tits, and she put her arms around me.

We forgot all about Daddy, poor thing, who was working so hard to give us what we wanted. Now I knew what he meant about dying. It got so I couldn’t come anymore. I felt one more peak building, but it missed and didn’t come back, and I knew I was done for a while. I slid out of Mommy’s embrace and fell forward, toward Daddy’s feet, rolling off his face and onto my side. Without me there to hold her up, Mommy went down, too, face to face with Daddy. They kissed, and she licked my juices off his chin.

My face was next to Daddy’s thigh and the bottom of Mommy’s foot. She had her knees bent under her, and her legs folded along his sides, and when I looked up what I saw was her asshole staring at me from between her open cheeks, and Daddy’s dick buried in her cunt, and his soft sack with the floating lumps inside. It was ugly, all that hair and the raw red skin and Mommy’s brown asshole, but it was fascinating. Without that stuff, we’d never feel as good as we do.

But I was worried about Daddy. I know what men like more than anything is when the cream shoots out of their penis, and I didn’t know if it happened for him this time. So I said, “Did Daddy’s stuff come out?”

“Who cares?” Mommy said.

“Yes, it did, thank you for asking,” Daddy said.

“You didn’t have much stuff left,” Mommy said.

“No, but what was there was choice,” he said.

More kidding around, but I could understand it now that everybody had calmed down. I was exhausted. I tried getting up when they did, but I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were numb. Daddy lifted me up in his arms and held me, kissing my face and forehead while Mommy put the covers back on my bed and turned them down. I didn’t even have the strength to put my arms around his neck. They dangled down, and my head was tipped back, like those pictures you see of Jesus in his mother’s arms after they take him down from the cross.

They tucked me into bed. Mommy fished around on the floor for my naked doll and laid her in my arms.

“What was that all about?” Daddy said.

“I don’t know. I guess she wanted a playmate,” Mommy said.

“She’s got us now.”

“Sweetie, when you get up, we have some things to talk about,” Mommy said.

“Mm-kay,” I mumbled. I hugged Sally Ann.

“And it turned out to be a wonderful Christmas after all,” Daddy said. Mommy smacked him on the ass.

I felt their lips on my nose and my cheeks. One of them kissed me very, very lightly on my mouth, and they went away.

It was getting dark when I woke up. I was hungry, and I had to use the bathroom. Mom and Dad were downstairs in their robes, but they didn’t mind that I stayed naked. In fact, I can go naked now whenever I want, like I did when I was little. I couldn’t before because Dad was afraid I’d turn him on. Now he says he’ll just have to live with it — like it’s a big hassle for him.

We took a long hot shower together. Daddy let me soap up his goodies, which is what Mommy calls them. Me and her toweled each other off and brushed each other’s hair in the living room. Then we had dinner —a big bowl of spaghetti with those meatless meatballs I like, and veggie soup and bread and butter. Mom and Dad put their robes on again, but I ate nude, which Daddy said was probably better, because I could just “hose off” if I got tomato sauce on my titties. And sure enough, I did.

I was ravenous. As soon as I took my first bite of roll, a big hole opened up in my stomach. Daddy said that’s what sex does to you. He said the first summer he and Mom were together, before they got married, all they did was eat and fuck, when they weren’t running around to music gigs.

Mom had said we had stuff to talk about, and she wasn’t kidding. I thought sex was supposed to be fun, but there’s so much to know — condoms, STDs, AIDS, pregnancy, and above all, keeping secrets. They explained Daddy couldn’t knock me up, since he’d had an operation, but if I did it with any other boys, or men — and they fully expected I would, they said, now that I was sexually active — then I had to be careful, even if I didn’t have my period yet. Masturbation was the best, or at least safest. Mommy said she would take me shopping for a vibrator, whatever that is, and they’d get me some condoms I could carry around.

When the lecture was over with, Mom said we still had time to go to a movie like she promised. I felt like staying in, but she said it had been a “heavy” day, and she needed to get out. So we went upstairs to get dressed, them in their room and me in mine, and then we drove up to the mall.

I decided on my green high tops with long wool socks, and my brand-new Eagles jacket that I got for Christmas. This was the first time I wore it outside. It’s like two sizes too big for me, but I like it because it’s roomy and warm, and it covers me all the way down to my knees.

Dad paid for the tickets, and Mom bought some popcorn, even though we weren’t very hungry anymore. I sat between them in the back row of the theater.

It wasn’t ’til the lights went down and I took my jacket off that they found out I didn’t have anything on underneath.

The End

© 2012 by Jacqueline Jillinghoff