The New Man of the House

I pulled out my now flaccid penis and approached my old man, not even bothering with putting my slacks back on. "I want you to hit the road." I said, trying my best to not let him hear how shaky my voice felt.

I could see he was trying to stay calm for the watching neighbors, but I noticed his vein begin to bulge on his forehead. "You and the girls won't survive without me, do you understand?" He said, barely audible. "I know what happens to people with what I've got, pop. Everything handed to them on a silver platter. We don't need you." I whispered to him myself.

His chest began to rise. "I never once raised anything more than my voice to you, your mother or the girls and this is how you repay me?" I could hear the venom in his voice. He closed his eyes and went back inside. I heard some crashing inside, and the slam of his and mom's room.

I'd be lying if I said a grin didn't creep along my face as he walked out holding two of his suitcases. "Sweetie?" Mom asked as he walked past and into his truck.

Then it hit me, or rather she hit me. Sue socked me right in the jaw. It stung only for a second before feeling like nothing had happened though.

"What did you do?!" She yelled. "Why'd dad up and leave?!" I looked up through the glare of the now setting sun and I could just make out tears in her eyes. Mary-Anne walked the still naked Barbara inside and mom tried to calm Sue down and get her in as well.

Once they got in, I reveled in my victory then went inside, leaving only my and Barbara's clothes outside. I sat in the old man's living room recliner, my new throne.