Poor Troy! He'd been such a good kid before getting hit on the head. She didn't hate him, since she knew he wasn't responsible, but he was just about as bad as their pa when it came to trying to see her naked body. He'd even sneaked up behind her and pulled up her dress. He also seemed to be jacking off most of the time. He'd do it right in front of her. She'd told her father, in as nice a way as she knew how, but he'd just laughed and said to let the crazy kid enjoy himself.

There was a light on the small living room and empty beer cans were scattered all around. Daisy heard voices coming from the bedroom her father and brother shared. One was a female voice, and she was prepared for what she saw before she tiptoed down the hallway. Her father was on the bed, his naked ass going up and down, as he banged a woman she'd never seen before. Troy was sitting on the cot he slept on, his attention focused upon the fucking couple, his fist going to town on his own thrusting cock.

There was a whiskey bottle, glasses, and more beer cans on the bedside table. The overhead light was on. Daisy, her eyes going back to her father's humping ass, wondered if she should leave the house and come back later. She was supposed to've returned home right after the football game, though, and maybe her father wouldn't beat her if she went to her room. Maybe he'd pass out, the woman would leave, and she wouldn't have to face him until the next mowing.

Daisy could see the females passion-contorted face. Eyes closed, the slut-she just about had to be a slut to be letting Fred Morley fuck her-began hunching and wriggling wildly. Daisy suddenly found herself staring into the passionate woman's bloodshot eyes. She quickly turned, opened the door to her room, entered, and closed the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door, her legs trembling, ashamed because the crotch of her panties had gotten damp during the few seconds she'd watched the torrid screwing in the other crummy bedroom.