Sylvie

Sylvie got off the school bus and walked up her street to her house just like she did any other school day. The only odd thing was her mom’s car was not there but her step dad’s was.

She walked into the house, “Mom, Dad, I’m home.”

Tony, her Dad was waiting, “Hi honey,” he said.

“Where’s Mom?” Sylvie queried.

“Hi honey, you better sit down,” he said, she looked worried, “She’s OK but she left me,” he said, “I guess you better pack up your things.”

“But Dad, I like it here with you,” she pleaded.

“Yes honey, but you know I’m your step dad, your real dad is Harold Peters, mom’s first husband, you can’t stay with me.”

“Why not?” Sylvie asked.

“It ain’t right, folks will talk,” he said.

“Do you think people will think you are screwing me?” she asked.

“Er, well I wasn’t going to put it so crudely,” he replied, “But yes, that’s about the size of it.”

“That’s not fair,” Sylvie insisted, “Why should I move out because Mom can’t keep her knickers on.”

“I never said anything about that,” he insisted.

“Shit, it’s no secret, she screwed the pool guy until he got fed up of her wearing him out, and the gardener until he wanted a three some with her and me.” Sylvie explained, “And I hadn’t had a cock at all then.”

“Gee, honey, you never said,” he replied, “Who took your cherry, or no, forget it, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Silly Daddy, you didn’t think In was still a virgin did you?” she laughed, “Oh my god that bird flew ages ago.”

“I never knew you had a boy friend,” he replied.

“Who needs a boy friend,” she sighed, “All moony eyed and clingy, no I just like a nice big fat, sturdy, long black cock right up inside me,”

“Gee honey, I never knew,” he replied.

“No, you never, except when I sat on your lap and you got hard,” she reminded him.

“Ok.