Chapter 1

My Father and I moved to a small town in Florida about seven months ago. He is a preacher, and he was offered a small church of his own in Naomi, Florida. It’s the kind of town with a single Winn-Dixie grocery store, a hardware store, and a couple of gas stations, and not much else at the only traffic light.

There isn’t much to do at all, which suits me just fine. I like to play video games and stay home. My Father’s church isn’t really a church. It’s actually one of the larger gas stations. On Sundays and Wednesday nights, they move the shelves back and let him preach to a congregation of about thirty people.

One of the women he met there is a beautiful single woman named Brittany. They have been courting for the last four months. I say courting because my dad seems too old to be “dating.”

I’ve been raised Christian, but it wasn’t something that I obsess about. As a preacher’s son, I am expected to attend church services, and it is just part of my life. I know the Bible pretty well, and I try not to do anything sinful.

Well, last week, my father ‘popped’ the question and asked Brittany to marry him. I was shocked. He’s a handsome guy, and many ladies at churches he’s worked at in the past have flirted with him, but he never showed any interest.

I suppose it would help if I describe Brittany to tell you why that may have been different in her case. If you can imagine bottling joy and watching as it giggles happily until it pops its own cork, that is a great description of Brittany’s personality. She is bubbly and downright effervescent. Her smile is infectious, and she has the most charming southern accent that sounds exactly like what American Honey would sound like if it had a voice.

She is very devout and faithful to her Christian beliefs. She is the kind of person who always says, “Have a blessed day,” and until recently, that and very polite conversation is about the only things we’ve ever said to one another. I am too shy to do much more and frankly a little intimidated by her.

You see, despite her very amiable personality, Brittany’s body shape must be about 40L-28-36. The first thing you notice about her is her pretty smiling face, elf-like nose, and her short-brown hair cut into a pixie cut. The second thing you notice about her is that she has humongous tits – I mean, these things have to be seen to be believed. She obviously knows they command a lot of attention, and despite dressing relatively modestly, there isn’t much she can do about hiding them. She caught me staring once, and instead of glaring, she giggled and pretended not to notice.

She has two lovely daughters that live with her. I had NEVER spoken to them even though our school only has about two hundred kids, grades 6-12. They are both blonde and cute and keep to themselves at school. They remind me of Princesses straight out of a fairy tale because they have cute upturned noses like their mother and fantastic posture.

The oldest one is a little older than me, and her name is Heather. She has big boobs (not quite as large as her mother), but she is definitely shapely. She doesn’t share her mother’s sweet-as-peach-pie demeanor, though. I am sure if she caught me staring at her tits, she’d chop my head off. That is if she even noticed I was alive at all.

The other daughter is about my age, and she is flat-chested. Her name is Jayne. I’d say she is the cutest in the face. She looks like the All-American girl next door type with just the perfect number of dappled freckles on her cute button nose. I bumped into her once and made a fool of myself by blocking the door. She said something witty like “Shall we dance?” and then quickly mimicked my movements and whisked by me.

I suppose they would become my step-sisters when my Dad and Brittany are officially married, and I feel bad for telling you how hot they are, but there isn’t really anything else I could have told you about them because that was all I knew.

I mention them because last night was my first time visiting their house. We live in a trailer. My Father calls it a mobile home, but it is far from mobile. It’s an old, run-down dumpy-looking white-trash trailer. It definitely wouldn’t be big enough for all of us.

Dad told me it would require me to make some adjustments. I never ask about what happened to my mother. I have no idea. As far as I know, it was always just him and me. I was sure he could tell I was pretty apprehensive. He told me that in the morning we’d have a long talk about how things work there and that I might really enjoy it.

I kept quiet. I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I didn’t want to promise I’d love it. I was nervous that I’d look at Brittany or one of her daughters the wrong way, and they would think I was a creep. I was used to having morning boners and that not being a big deal in the trailer, but now I would have to show some decorum. I think my biggest fear was afraid I would get one that I couldn’t control, and they would all laugh at me.

Dad made me pack most of my stuff, but he insisted I leave my video games behind. He said he wanted me to get to know my new family. I spent most of the time in the car watching YouTube Videos about video games until we reached a point we were out of range of the Internet.

We were really in the boonies of old Florida – I thought the Internet was EVERYWHERE. They had no signal out here. That was my first worry, but Dad assured me that he’d work on getting the Internet set up in the future. “Who knows, though. You may put away the phone and look around and see that there is a whole big, beautiful world of God’s creation around you and not need that thing anymore.”