Stare and listen!

Mikaela throws up her arms in frustration and starts working her arms out of the blouse, wriggling the impressive breasts encased in a white vest that basically serves as a sports bra. Suddenly I hear a noise from upstairs, as if a door creaks open and then is slammed shut. There's no way my own little children could make so much noise, and I walk to the staircase to investigate I see my stepdaughter Lindsay making her way down!

"What the hell...?" I mumble, retreating to the kitchen and grabbing the waiting Mikaela by the throat. "You cracker bitches better not be trying to set me up here, 'cause I will sell you both into white slavery tonight!" The threat seems to do the trick as the young blonde seems terrified.

I improvise a plan: Mikaela will intercept Lindsay and direct her to the couch, at which point she will come into the kitchen to 'fix some drinks'. They will consume the ones I make in the kitchen. "Finally you tell her you're ready to go black, and you want her ugly old stepdad to be the right nigger for the job."