***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.