***Thanks again to Lynn for the edit, and stay tuned for more chapters from the Turner Family!***
Pappa was not happy. Sally Mae was late for school. He was going to be late for work because she missed the bus and he'd have to run her into town. Now, she wasn't coming down the stairs when she was called.
"Relax, Pappa," Mamma said as she started filling the sink full of water to do the dishes. She started whistling and humming as she added a squirt of soap. Pappa heard a loud thump upstairs, and started looking concerned. Mamma touched his arm and shrugged. "Nobody's hollerin', jus give 'er time, Pappa," Mamma said quietly. She swayed her hips and almost danced back to the sink.
A minute passed while Pappa made his lunch, then he hollered again. Another minute crawled by while he filled his thermos with coffee from the old cracked glass pot on the stove. He gave another shout and pulled his worn work boots on over threadbare socks. By the time the laces were tied and he stood up, Sally Mae's quick footsteps could be heard on the stairs. The lack of underwear on her slender body made him thirsty for pussy, but he didn't give any sign of it.
"Git yer ass in th' truck," Pappa said, his anger making his voice thick and deep. Sally Mae's step got heavier and she sighed deeply, looking like she was going to pout.
"But ..."
"No buts. Git," Pappa said, giving his daughter a look that would make a bear back down.
Sally Mae gave a dissatisfied "Hmpf!" and stomped out the front door. Pappa walked heavily down the steps, grabbing his thermos and lunch bag on the way out the door. He got outside just to see Sally Mae pulling a pair of shorts from the clothesline up her long, toned legs. The gentle curve of her ass disappeared under them; and while they looked a little baggy on her, Pappa didn't say anything. He slid into the dirty, rusty '57 GMC and slammed the door. Sally Mae was only a few seconds behind him, and he subconsciously watched her climb in.
Pappa suddenly realized why the shorts looked baggy: they were Mamma's. Those red short shorts fit Mamma's ass like they were painted on, but Sally Mae didn't have her Mamma's hips yet. And though they weren't falling off, they showed more than they intended. As she sat and adjusted herself in the seat, with her back almost against the door. Pappa could see almost everything she had to show off. He slowly realized that he was staring at his daughter's crimson muff and snapped himself out of his daze. By that time, the damage had been done and his cock was creeping up to its full size, rising along his thigh.
"Pappa!" Sally Mae said with disgust. Pappa snapped back to reality and shook his head. He could feel himself blushing for a second before he got himself under control. "Th' bench's dirty! It'll ruin m' shorts!" Sally said without waiting for Pappa to reply, and apparently not noticing where he was looking.
"Then take 'em off," Pappa said under his breath. He turned around and dropped the truck into reverse, looking through the rear window as he backed the truck up. When it was pointed down the lane, he turned to face forward and noticed two things. First, Sally Mae's shorts were sitting in his lap, draped over his erection. Second, she had slid next to him, her naked ass on the seat, and her knees spread around the stick shift of the old truck.
"Yes, Pappa," Sally Mae said with a submissive tone, rubbing Pappa's cock through his jeans. Pappa shifted painfully as his dick grew to its full length in a heartbeat. Pappa's hand slid off the gear shift to Sally Mae's knee, which spread even further apart.