Unknown - The junkyard family

She was careful not to get her hair wet. It would take her an hour to dry it properly and she'd have to do that again tomorrow morning anyway. She turned off the water and pulled the towel down off the hook, then rubbed herself dry. She was about to reach for her robe when she remembered that it would be covered in oil. She tsked, and wrapped the towel around herself instead. It was big enough to cover her boobs and behind… but just.

She opened the door and walked down to her room. She passed Joe, who also stared at he strangely. What was with these guys anyway? Maybe she'd gotten sunburned in the face or something. She turned around to ask him but then Steve came around the corner, almost colliding with her.

"Watch where you're going!" she groused.

"Don't block the hall, Miss Beauty Queen."

"Up yours!" she sniffed, turning back to her room.

She felt his hands on the back of the towel, but before she could grab it, he'd pulled hard, tearing the thing off her and leaving her naked.

Keri screamed and ran into her room, her hands trying to cover her big, fleshy, bouncing breasts and crotch at the same time.

She couldn't, of course, cover her firm, prefectly-round ass, which was facing Steven. He laughed uproariously as she ran into her room and slammed the door behind her.

It was Keri's job to get dinner, of course. Jody had to help, but the girl was hopeless in the kitchen and mostly did the cleaning up. It pissed Keri off that the boys could just come in and sit down, while she had to do all the work; but her father was unmovable. They were men. They worked hard all day. Hell, Steven just went to school like her and Jody.

She resisted the temptation to toss the mashed potatoes in Steven's face when she brought them in and set them down on the table. He grinned cockily at her and she glared fiercely.

"Jody, take off that hat," her dad ordered.

Jody looked up at the baseball cap she wore and sighed, then took it off and threw it across the room onto a chair.

"No hats at the table. How many times I have to tell you guys that?" he demanded, ignoring the fact that Jody was a girl, as he often did.

"You and Joe get that crane working?" he asked Mark.

"Yeah. We had a bitch of a time doing it, though."

"Watch your language around your sisters!"

Her brothers were all big guys, the smallest still over six feet tall, but her dad was the biggest. He had an enormous barrel chest that came from lifting and hauling heavy objects every day for year after year. His skin was tanned darkly. His hair was short but neatly combed for dinner, as always.

The boys did what he said more because they knew he could beat the shit out of them then because he owned and ran the salvage yard they worked at and was their dad.

They were a crude, rude, chauvinistic bunch, Keri thought, but at least her dad had some manners.

She returned to get the rest of the food, noting that Joe was looking at her oddly again. She wondered what that was about. She'd checked herself in the mirror. She didn't look odd or weird.

"I got made co-captain of the basketball team," Jody announced.

"Well, good for you," her dad said.

"Huh! Girls' basketball," Steve sniffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jody glared.

"How could you even make a basketball team, short stuff?" Mark grinned.

"I'm not short, okay!" She was exactly five feet three, no matter how she tried to exaggerate it.

"You ain't no giant," Jason laughed.

"Midget basketball," Steve chortled.

"Fuck you guys!" Jody snapped.

"I said watch your language at the table, and I meant you too Missy!" her dad growled.

"Sorry," she said, not sounding very.

Keri dropped the last of the food on the table and sat down next to Jody.

"Why do you keep wasting your time on all those sport things?" she sighed. "You could have plenty of boyfriends if you'd give it half a chance."

"Boyfriends? She's too young for boyfriends," her dad said, confusedly.

"Oh, Daddy. You're so silly," Keri groaned.

"I don't want any stupid boyfriend!" Jody glared fiercely.

"Who'd want to be your boyfriend?" Steve laughed.

"Some little midget boy," Joe taunted.

"She's too young to be dating," her father stubbornly maintained.

"Daddy, she's almost 15. I was dating when I was her age. Hell, I was dating years before I was her age."

"That's cause you got big boobs," Steve sneered. He didn't dare say "tits" around their father.

"Up yours!" Keri answered.

"Jody ain't got no boobs," he laughed. "Nobody'd want to date her."

"You shut your yap, boy!" her father said, slapping the table. "All of you shut up and eat."

After dinner, Keri went to her room to study. She intended to get a scholarship to a university. She knew her old man had enough money to pay her way if he wanted to, but she didn't think he would. He hadn't for the boys, not that they'd shown any signs of wanting to go, anyway. If she got a scholarship, she figured she'd be able to prove to everybody that she wasn't some dumb, big-chested bimbo. Maybe then they'd start taking her seriously and stop treating her as a sex object.

Jody finally finished doing the dishes and threw the towel down in disgust. Everyone else had long since left the kitchen and dining room, going about their own rotten business while she'd been stuck here slaving away – as usual. She gave a low curse and walked out into the hall.

She saw Jason slouching on the couch watching a wrestling show on the TV. There wasn't any sign of anyone else. She walked down to the bedrooms, passing Keri's closed door.

She glanced at her watch. It was still pretty early. If she hurried, she could have a shower and go out and meet the guys for a little poker before it got too late.

She grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself wryly as she stripped off her sweatshirt and pants, then skimmed out of her jockey shorts and halter bra. She wished she'd been born a boy. Boys got everything they wanted. They had everything easy.

She sighed and turned on the water, then stepped into the shower, thinking about the game tomorrow with Markham High. She was the best scorer on the field hockey team, and knew she'd wipe out the Markham team.

After a quick ten minute shower, she turned off the water and stepped out onto the floor, dripping water. She wiped her hair and body quickly, then grabbed the blow dryer. In another five minutes her short hair was combed dry and more or less neat. She was almost finished when there was a tap on the door.

"Gimmie a couple of minutes," she called out.

"Open the door," her father called.

Shit!

She pulled on her pants and slipped the sweatshirt over her head, then turned and pulled the door open, tossing her head to get the bangs out of her eyes. Her dad pushed her back and stepped inside, then closed the door behind him. He moved against her, his arms going around her and pulling her against him.

"Dadddeee!" she complained.

His hands grabbed her behind, squeezing her firm-but-soft ass cheeks through her pants. His lips came down hard on hers, mashing against them wetly. His tongue pushed against her lips, sliding between and into her mouth. He pushed her backwards against the counter, his hands roving quickly all over her body.

"I… I gotta go," she whined. "I'm supposed to meet some people."

"They kin wait," he gasped. "I won't take long."

His mouth slid down her throat, his teeth nipping and chewing on her tender flesh. His hand slid into her pants and cupped her pussy mound firmly, squeezing upwards.

"Unggghhh…" she gasped as he squeezed harder.

His mouth covered hers again, his tongue sliding back and forth between their lips as he rolled them against hers. His hand slid up from her crotch and up under her sweatshirt, shoving it upward over her breasts. He bent and kissed her right nipple, then sucked it into his mouth and suckled heavily. He squeezed her breast as he sucked it, sliding his hand up and down her smooth, flat belly and under the elastic of her pants to cup her crotch again. He rubbed his hand back and forth over her pussy, then stiffened a finger and thrust it up inside her.