“But…Why can’t we get it?” I whined, and not for the first time.
“Everybody on the whole planet has internet now!”
I was 18 years old. A teenage girl living in a broken home, in a
broken trailer, in a town called Broken, Tennessee. My whole life was
broken and Daddy wasn’t helping at all.
“We can’t afford it,” Daddy said, giving me his cheesy smile.
“It’s cheap, Daddy. Gomer Taylor just started an internet place. He
said he’d hook us up for nothing at all!” I wasn’t gonna let it go
this time.
“You stay away from that Gomer!” Daddy tried to change the subject.
“Them Taylors don’t give nothin’ away for free. He just wants to see
what you got in your panties!”
“As if I had panties!” I miffed. “And besides, I can pay for it with
my babysittin’ money anyway.” I made out pretty good watching Mrs.
Hodkins’ little boys every afternoon after school.
“All they got on that internet is porn,” Daddy shook his head.
“All we got round here is porn!” I replied. “It ain’t like I ain’t
gonna see something I ain’t seen before, Daddy!”
“Don’t you get smart with me, girly!” Daddy was being irrational now.
“I ain’t being smart, I’m just saying I seen your porn all the time,
so what’s the difference?” I was good at arguing stuff with my Daddy.
“The difference is that it ain’t porn, Venny,” Daddy said, a little
self-righteously. “It’s educational, that’s all. Not like that other
stuff!”
He always called me Venny, but my real name is Veronica. I know, I
don’t much like my name either.
“But they got internet at schools all over the world, Daddy!”
“But not at yours!” Daddy grinned at me.
“Not yet,” I admitted. “But soon as we get some ‘lectricity the
principal figures he just might get some internet too.”
“Just like he figured on teaching a little of that uppity Charles
Derwin Sex Education?” Daddy narrowed his eyes a little.
“I think it’s Darwin, Daddy…”
“Be Derwin in this house, girly.”
“And it weren’t just sex education, it really is about the birds and
bees too,” I’d tried to explain this before, but it was no good.
“You get all the birds ‘n bees you need at Sunday School, Ven. You
don’t need some principal givin’ it to ya over your desk. A little
reading and writing…”
“Daddy…”
“…and a whole busketload load of home economics. That’s what a growin’
girl needs in this town!”
“I get all that!” I rolled my eyes. “And Sunday School is for kids,
Daddy. I’m nearly a full grown woman. I know how to beget and begat
and that minister’s been begotten me since I was seven, remember?”
“So?” Daddy gave a little shrug. “You ain’t nearly full growed yet!”
“So, it’s good to get some new ideas is all. That internet’s full of
ideas, Daddy. Heck, you might even like it!” I said quickly, cause he
was starting to look a little mad. “If’n you just tried it.”
“Broken don’t need ideas and neither do we, girl. Ideas is what got
this country in that big mess in Japan…”
“Iraq, Daddy.”
“…and ideas is what killed that Nathan McCoy, remember him?”
“I remember, Daddy,” I squirmed a little cause he did have a point.
Nathan had been the first and only person from Broken to ride in an
airplane. It had crashed. “But ideas put a man on the moon, Daddy,
and…”
“Man on the moon! Heh!” my Daddy guffawed derisively. “If they got a
man on the moon how come there ain’t a Wal-Mart up there yet?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Maybe they’re waiting for a town first.”
“Shoot,” Daddy shook his head. “Everbody knows they build the Wal-Mart
first and THEN the town gets built around it.”
“Yeah,” I licked my lips. “Okay, so maybe they didn’t never go to the
moon, but still…That internet, Daddy…Please?”
“I’ll have to think about it some,” Daddy surprised me and I hugged
him tight. “An that ain’t much more than halfa maybe, understand?
Don’t get your…ughhhh….”
He was really feeling it now. All that talkin’ had kept his brain
busy, but even that wasn’t enough to distract his big cock from what
my little 15 year old pussy was doin’ to it. I confess I’d been
feelin’ it myself, wrigglin’ and squirmin’ and when I’d pulled him
tight I could feel the tip of his penis right up way in there near my
womb and that was always pretty darn good.
“Mmmm…Daddyyyyyy…” I just moaned and then he was moanin’ too, trying
to tell me not to get my hopes up while his creamy seed finally
spilled into my belly. But I knew one of these days my Daddy would say
yes, it was inevitable cause he loved me too much to say no forever.
