The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

Though the school was just one building that taught from first grade through twelfth, they were pretty good here about keeping the older kids and the younger ones separated.

As I walked her to her first class I realized not for the first time that this was another reason I needed to get out. How embarrassing is it to be sharing some of the same classes with my little sister who’s half my age?

The boys didn’t care one way or the other. Although they were smart, they didn’t over extend themselves enough to skip grades the way Catalina and I have. They’d already made up their minds to take over the shop from daddy anyway and spent most of their weekends learning the ins and outs of the business. They knew the basics of how to build a bike since they were like twelve.

I on the other hand, plan to take over mom’s corporation; only I don’t plan to do most of my work from home like she does. But I don’t only want to take it over I want to make it bigger and better, with Todd as my partner. That’s why we’d both chosen business as our major.

Thinking of him took my mind even further away from the conversation I’d overheard on the bus and I entered my first class with dreams of the future weaving in my head.

Lyon

“Kat I can’t do it.” She was lolling around on the bed like a beached whale. Fuck if I was gonna say that shit out loud. Her legs were still spread a little and there was pussy and dick juice on her cunt lips from the working over I’d given her less than five minutes ago. I nailed her prissy ass as soon as I walked through the door half an hour before the kids were due home from school.

You’d think it would be hard with four kids in the house, but the fact that they are all under the age of five makes that shit easy. Just put Cody in one playpen with his shit, which happens to be drums this week, and the trips in another with theirs, keep the monitors on high with a view to the room and we’re good to go.

“Do what?”

“Caitiebear, college, I can’t let her go it’s too soon.” She was still pissed that I’d thwarted her plans the night before and made my escape before she rolled out of bed this morning. The kids had been a nice buffer at breakfast and I’d jetted as soon as she got distracted with the babies once they left.

I couldn’t help but think about it all day at the shop though, and that’s why I’d left a little early. I feel like they’re all backing me into a corner here. Sure it’s a good thing for my kid to be smart enough to graduate early, and in better circumstances I might be on board, but not with things the way they are.

And because I can’t give her or her mother a good enough excuse without letting them know about the shit that was going on, they’re looking at me like I’m a prime candidate for asshole of the year.

I’ll take that shit though, because there’s no way I’m telling my wife and daughter that shit no matter how much they hate me.

“Colton you can’t, she worked really hard for this.”

“I know but she’s too fucking young. Who told them to put her in advance classes and shit? This is all that fucking school’s fault. I should blow the shit to fuck.”

“Humph.” She sighed long and hard like I was hard to deal with, like it was all my fault. Not her and her damn kids. I’m the problem.

“Colton you seem to forget, your parents let you go your own way.”

“That was the pothead’s doing you really wanna go with that?” She did some more of her sighing shit. “You better watch all the hard sighing shit before your ass bust a leak, your greedy ass kids just filled up you know that shit’ll hurt.”

For some fucked up reason whenever she gets pissed her tits start to flow, not that I mind helping her out, but her horde is about to descend on my place any minute now.

“Fine, then you be the one to tell her, you be the one to break her heart.” She did her new thing again, punching the hell outta my pillow and flounced back on the bed.

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

“Colton I’m going to take a nap, please find something else to do instead of annoying me. Between you and Catalina I’ve had about all I can take for one day.” She still on that shit?

I have to admit that shit was funny this morning though. Leave it to my terror to do some shit like that, putting her mother on the spot at the breakfast table; damn kid.