Poor White Trash

“How old are you?” my dad asked.

I wasn’t sure what he wanted, he knew fucking well how old I was. “Seventeen” was my puzzled answer.

“You ever get laid?”

“What?”

“Laid! Screwed, fucked, had sex, done the bed bounce boogie! Or are you still as pure as new fucking snow?” he growled with heavy sarcasm. I was shocked into silence, even for my asshole father this was over the top. I looked at the five empty beer bottles beside his chair and shuddered, it was going to be another long night before I could escape to my room.

My male parent is not exactly a father figure I could be proud of. He is a bitter alcoholic cripple, trapped in a wheel chair unless my brother and I wrestled him to bed. He lost his legs above the knees in a subway accident so we lived off a small insurance pension, most of which went to beer and pot which was delivered by one of his ex-con friends. My brother and I were stuck with him when mom got fed up with his drunken verbal abuse and abandoned us to him. She was shacking with the same greasy lawyer that helped her get the divorce while I endured the stares and rude comments of my dear father’s buddies. About a year after she left mom asked me if I wanted to come live with her, but her sleazebag asked me to give him a blowjob while she was in the bath so I backed off. At least in the trailer I didn’t have to worry about getting raped in my sleep. I would be eighteen in five weeks and I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of the crud covered double-wide garbage pit I had to call home. “Answer me you fucking little twat! You ever let the boys stick you?”

“Shut the hell up you drunk bastard, I got enough fucking problems with just you, I don’t need any more.”

He ogled me with bloodshot eyes that told me he was stoned as well as drunk. Great, a real winning combination for a bitched-up night. I wondered where my brother was, he could help by being here. Dad would focus on him and tell him what a fucking wimp ass little dick sucker he was. I felt sorry for my younger brother but at least when he was here, I didn’t have to take so much crap. As for me I wasn’t the pure little innocent my father might have wanted. I had secrets but I sure as hell wasn’t going to share them with him. He looked at me up and down and said more to himself than me, “Girl got a body looks like that, she’s fucking the whole goddamn town.” He leveled his bitter gaze at me again, “Why don’t you sell what you got, earn your goddamn keep around here?” I stormed out of the room to cook dinner. My brother Max would be home from his part time job soon and he would be hungry.

Max and I were close, we had to be in that dump. He and I protected each other, cared for each other; we relied on the sanity and solidarity of our relationship as brother and sister. I recently graduated high school in spite of the mess of my life and he would be a senior at the end of summer. We both had part time jobs to earn a little money for ourselves; dad didn’t share any of his except for food and some bills. He wasted all his spare change on being wasted.

That night after we struggled to get our unconscious father out of his wheels and into bed Max and I sat in the living room and let the hostility of our parent drain away. I told my brother about dad’s latest barrage of questions which shook him up, “Does he know?” he asked uneasily.



“No, he just thinks all women are fucking whores so I fit right in. He don’t know shit about what I do. I expect he’ll be asking you if you bang girls yet. If you tell him no he’ll cut you apart for being a dickless little homo, if you say yes he’ll rant and rave cause he can’t get screwed anymore.”

“He might if he could ever sober up.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know any woman that would want him right now unless she got paid to suck him off.”

Max looked at his watch, “It’s almost eleven; you ready for bed?”

I nodded my answer and turned off the lights on the way to my room. My brother was in the bathroom so I had time to strip nude then put on my night gown. I fluffed my pillows, turned down the blanket and when I heard the toilet flush I knew he was done so it was my turn. I peed, brushed my teeth, rinsed my face and went to bed.

After I peeled off the gown Max held the blanket up for me then I crawled under it. I moved over his prone body and laid on him, his long stiff cock fitted between my legs and stroked along the lips of my girl when I bent my back. He smiled up at me, put his hands on my ass and pulled me tighter against him; I kissed him softly on the lips and caressed his erection with my crack. His pubic hair tangled with mine briefly then I got to my knees and lowered myself on him.