"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yes."

"Did you wash your face?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Good. Now, did you pick a book to read for bedtime?"

"Will you tell me a story instead, Daddy?"

"Okay sweetheart, which story would you like me to tell? How about 'The Princess and the Pea'?"

"No, Daddy, I want to hear a REAL story!"

"How do you know 'The Princess and the Pea' isn't real?"

"Because, it's about princesses, and princesses aren't real!"

"Sure they are! You're my little princess."

"Daddy!"

"Okay then, miss smarty-pants, which 'real' story would you like me to tell?"

"I want to hear the story about Papa James again! About the first time you saw him and Aunt Sarah."

"Again? Maddy, I've told you that story at least a dozen times already. How about the story of when your cousins came to visit before you were born? I don't think I've told you that one, have I?"

"No, Daddy, I wanna hear about Papa James!"

"Okay, okay, Papa James it is."

"Yay!"

"Well. It was a summer night when I was about nine..."

"You were eight!"

"Do you want me to tell the story or do you already know it by heart?"

"Both!"

"Okay then, you little turkey, it was a hot and stormy summer night when I was eight. I was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep when I realized that I needed to use the bathroom one last time. So, when I walked past Aunt Sarah's room I saw that her bed was empty, and I thought maybe she got scared by the thunder and went to go sleep with Papa James."

"I'm not scared of the thunder!"

"I know you're not, you're a brave six-year-old! Well, Aunt Sarah wasn't as brave as you are when she was your age, and she used to go sleep with her dad sometimes when the thunder would roll through. But on that night, neither of them were there when I walked past Papa's room."

"They were outside!"

"Hold your horses, we haven't gotten to that part yet!"

"Sorry, daddy."

"It's okay silly, but you have to let me tell the story. You do want me to tell it, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then, no more interruptions."

"Okay."

"So, I noticed that they weren't in Aunt Sarah's room and that they weren't in Papa's room either, so I thought maybe the gate had come loose and they went outside to tie it shut. I went to pee and drank a glass of water from the faucet, and I was about to head back to my room when I noticed that the light was on in the shed outside. Now, Papa would get angry at me when I would leave the light on in the shed, and I had been working on something out there before dinner, so I decided I should go shut the light off before Papa noticed."

"Why was Papa mean like that?"

"He wasn't mean, sweetie, he just didn't want a fire to start or anything, that shed had bad wiring and would have gone up like kindling with all the scrap wood inside. So anyway, I went outside and just when I got to the door of the shed I..."

"No, Daddy, you're messing up the story!"

"What do you mean? I was there, not you!"

"But you told me about how you could hear them before you got to the door! You were going to skip that part!"

"You like that part, don't you? Okay, so yeah, as I got close to the shed I could hear Papa's voice as he was talking to Aunt Sarah. I couldn't tell what he was saying but it sounded like he was telling her to do things in a funny low voice."

"You talk like that too sometimes, Daddy!"

"Alright, silly butt. What I mean is that I didn't know what he was saying to her so I stopped to listen more closely. Now, I was only eight but I was already very interested in sex after seeing one of Papa's dirty magazines and hearing some things from your Uncle Jake. I didn't know about anything except for intercourse, but when I saw Papa through the window with his penis big and hard, I knew it had something to do with sex."

"You didn't know about blow jobs until you were eight?!"

"No, not all of us grew up spoiled little princesses like you and Aunt Sarah."

"Daddy!"

"I'm just playing, sweetie. You know you're my very un-spoiled little princess."

"Aww, Dad, just tell the story!"

"Alright. So, I didn't know what blow jobs or masturbation were, but I could still tell that Papa was doing something sexual because his penis was hard. I was really interested in sex so I thought I should try to sneak in closer to watch. Now, I was able to get up pretty close to the door of the shed and hide in the shadows so I could see what Papa and Aunt Sarah were doing in there. Aunt Sarah wasn't wearing any clothes and Papa wasn't wearing any pants, and he was standing above her with his hard penis in his hand."

"Was it a big penis?"

"Papa James'? It was probably about the same size as mine, but when I was eight it looked enormous. Papa also wasn't circumcised so it looked different than mine. You know, how Uncle Jake's penis looks."

"His penis looks funny!"

"Well, that's how they look naturally! I happened to be born in the city, so they decided to cut mine when I was born. Anyways, Papa's penis looked kind of like Uncle Jake's but bigger and he was playing with it while Aunt Sarah was kneeling in front of him with her knees apart and she was touching her privates."

"Privates?"

"Eh, sorry honey, a word from my youth. She was playing with her vagina, because Papa was telling her to."

"Can I take your penis out, Daddy?"

"Sure sweetie, but be gentle. I'm still a bit sore from earlier."

"I will! I just want to touch it while you tell the story."

"Okay, so, there I was, hidden outside the shed watching both of them masturbate in front of each other. My own little eight-year-old penis got really hard too."

"Then Papa James but his penis in Aunt Sarah's mouth, right?"

"Yeah, it pretty much happened just like that, he stepped forward and put it in her mouth. She didn't seem to mind at all and it seemed like she had done it before.... Hmmmmm....You could do that a little harder, sweetie, it feels really good."

"Do you want me to take your jeans off too?"

"Yeah, let's get comfortable. Let me take your shirt off. I want to feel your skin. So, there I was. Did we get to the part where he put it in her mouth?"

"Yeah, but you can tell that part from the beginning again, I like it."

"You're incorrigible! Let's keep the story moving, sweetie. You have a big day tomorrow with all three uncles coming over. Lie down right here and play with my balls while I jerk off."

"Your skin feels warm, Daddy. You feel so good."

"Mmm, you feel so good too, sweetie. I love it when we lie like this. Your hand feels so good on my balls. Hmmm... Can you lick them a bit?"

"Like this?"

"Yeah, that's good. So.... Aunt Sarah was giving Papa James a blow job, and I had never seen or even heard of one before. It looked like he was having a good time and he was giving her lots of compliments and telling her what else she could do. He put his hands around her head and began to hump away at her face... Hmmmmmm... put your hands here and rub like this."

"Why don't I just give you a blow job, Daddy? We could do it just like Papa James and Aunt Sarah did in the story!"

"Well, I suppose we've already gotten this far. Here, get down on your knees. You ready for it?"

"Mmmphff."

"Uhh, yeah, baby, your fucking mouth! So... Aunt Sarah was giving Papa James a blow job, just like you're doing... then Papa James put his hands on her head... just like this... and started.... fuck, you're doing that so good!"

"Mmmmmm... Then what happened, Daddy?"

"Well... as you know... Papa James fucked her face for a good minute or two... just like this... before he... pulled out and... Oh God, Maddy, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Do it on my face like Papa James did!"

"Hrrrggh!"

"Yay, Daddy, cum for me!"

"Ahh, geeeeeeez... damn, you look so good. I really got you, didn't I?"

"Did Papa James cum this much on Aunt Sarah that night?"

"Yeah, he gave her quite a load, maybe even more than that. Or maybe it just seemed that way because I was eight... Ooooh... Well, I should get you a towel, it's way past your bed time."

"But you didn't even finish the story!"

"Let's just say that we wrote our own ending to the story tonight. I can tell the whole thing again tomorrow if you like, after your uncles leave."

"Okay, Daddy. You're right, I guess I am kinda tired."

"I'll be right back, sweetie."

***

Upon hearing his father's footsteps approaching, young Malcolm scurried back down the hall to his bedroom and silently shut the door behind him, his heart racing and little nine-year-old penis achingly hard inside his pajamas.