“Sorry, Sir,” Becky said as she brought me to the chicken wire fence attached to the barn. Inside was a chicken coop with about a dozen hens and a...single rooster. “You see how all the girls have a single Rooster? That Rooster is your Dad. You don’t see any little roosters around there, do ya, Sir?” She smiled as she bent at the waist and picked up a bag of seed.I didn’t see her point at first. She told me that my father was never going to let me play Rooster and to enjoy my weekend of power.. "You're going to be a good girl, aren't you, slut?" he whispered in her ear with that gravelly tone he used only when he was in his special head space. "Oh yes Sir," she replied, eyes open wide and heartbeat answering the rush of warmth in her groin. It seemed as though it had been so long since she'd heard that whiskey-rough tone and she could not help but shiver in anticipation of what he would do with her, his willing and obedient slave. Next, he grabbed her hair, which she had pulled into a. He gathered himself, realizing how hard it was for her to confide it to him, hoping to know what to do."Are you quite sure about this?" he asked."I missed my period," she explained."There can be other reasons why that can happen," James reasoned. "Have you... ?" I'm pretty sure," she interrupted. "I know when it happened, too." Have you spoken with your parents?" James asked.Becky rolled her eyes. "I just can't!" she sobbed."Give them a chance, Becky. They won't be happy about it, but they'll. We were visiting with Grandma Bliss and Grandpa Leo. Frankly, they didn’t seem much older than Oke and Vadoma, but apparently Papa Jim was their son and that automatically made them grands. While we were visiting, their other son, Dusty, came in. He didn’t seem any older than Kate and me.“So you brought the proof,” he said to Kate. “Now you can’t use that as an excuse anymore. It’s about time. I’ll see you tonight, Katie-girl.” Somehow it seemed threatening and Kate pulled herself tighter to.