Two Girls And A Duck

Peggy's no angel. Seventeen and already working angles like a pro. School starts in twenty and her sheets are still warm when she rolls over and calls her stepdad. One call, lots of fake coughs, and boom — she's 'too sick' to go. Tommy just nods because Tommy always nods. Game controller lights up. Bag of chips cracks open. Peggy's feet up on the table before nine AM like the couch is her kingdom now. Bored hits like a brick. She's already washed her pixels three times so why not go fuck around for real. The duck waits in the drawer with batteries fresh. Battery hatch always flickers open for her. She peels, dips her toes in first, watches them float, then drops all the way in. Rubber quacks when she flicks it alive. Little vibrations travel through the water straight to her clit because duct tape never holds those babies for more than two minutes. Nipples tighten in the cool air, rosy buds looking like they wanna play and grabbing attention of anyone walking past the door. Step-mom Stephanie never knocks, barely ever announces. She steps in, kitchen towel in her hand, eyes locking right on the slit where that goddamn duck shakes its tail. 'Uh-huh, you sneaky little whore,' she mutters, already chewing her lip. Stephanie's fingertips have been itching all morning, tracking something was off — and there it is, that sweet face tilted back against tile, body slick and dripping and open. Peggy doesn't even flinch, just runs the duck lower, smile shit-eating and sweet as hell. Stephanie steps closer, towel slips, knees knock tub edge. Finger traces nipple, rolls it, twists. Peggy arches. Straight heat pours between the vibe and Stephanie's quick palm. Steam fogs the mirror. Mom's thumb rubs circles right over Peggy's entrance while the duck parks on that swollen button until both shake, then crawl, then eat. Two wet silhouettes moan drunk, father still snoozing a hundred feet away. Just don't mention this to dad and everything stays peachy while these two turn chasing the duck into a long, loud parent-making lesson.