"What A Whore!" {Finished...for Now.}

The Meeting

When we drove up in the dirt yard of my fathers old lot I noticed that his old green trailer had been painted blue and all fancied up with plastic white chairs and flower pots on the porch. I got out and rushed up the steps, knocking hardly on the door because my father is quite the heavy sleeper. Especially after a night of getting completely wasted. "What?" He groaned groggily then I heard a thud all big and loud before he continued to say "If you're a damn bill collector you've got the wrong address!"
"Oh, Tim hush it. It's your little girl." A woman said in a strong country accent. I thought mine was strong but hers was bold and loud and thick. Soon I found myself constricting in her arms and choking on her heavy perfume scent. "I'm Sugar, sugar but you can call me mom or Sug!" Her lips pressed against my cheek with a loud smooching sound. Sug was small, smaller than me but her hips were wide and went perfect with her tall blonde hair and red lips. But I knew she wasn't a woman of class. The kiss tattoo on her chest said so. She was a stripper and my mother taught me well enough to point one out at any time. "Uh, hello. I'm Shandra. Is my brother home?"
Yeah, that's right. Shandra is my aunt but Rodney is NOT my cousin. Rodney was adopted as a baby by Shandra because her best friend Teresa died in a drunken car accident and Rodney has been with her ever since. No matter what he's her son still, even I know that. From out of the trunk Rodent brought my things into the house while my dad and Shandra greeted each other outside to discuss "grown folk's business". The house smelt of beer and cleaning products. She may have been a stripper but she was doing real good upkeep on this trailer that usually stayed filthy. I walked into my bedroom and even that was clean. Some things in the same places I left them. "Well, here ya go." Said Rodney as he set my suitcases on the purple carpet flooring then took a seat on my black leather couch I spent two summers saving for. I sat on the bed then turned on the TV. I was avoiding conversation with him or even his eyes. Then, he shut the door.
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You're probably wondering why all of a sudden he's been acting this way with me. Well, Shandra has homeschooled Rodney all his life because she was afraid he'd get bullied in school because of the way he looked or acted or talked. He doesn't look that bad, though. More like a greaser with big ears and big front teeth. With all that time being at home he never met any girls except for me. He came and sat on the bed next to me. His eyes were looking bluer than ever. My heart pumped so loud I could hear it. And then, he kissed me. Slow and smooth. His tongue rolled across mine while his hang rubbed up my inner thigh. I couldn't say anything or even move. I just sat there while screaming at myself in my mind. "How you learn to do that?" I said under my breath. "Movies." He said back then played between my legs with his two fingers outside my panties. And then the door opened and we jumped away at the same time just in time. Shandra eyed the both of us then looked at my legs, noticing my dress was higher than before. Then her eyes widened.