Still chewing her lower lip, Ty looked up through her thick, dark eyebrows at her foster father, Mark. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. Maybe calling him "daddy" was laying it on thick, but Ty was enjoying the attention she received as a pretty teenaged girl. She wanted to play up this new girly identity and get all the sympathy she could. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said again, a little more confidently this time, "but I tried to tell you the rubber tore."
Mark and June both jumped up from the table at the same time. Mark looked at Ty, his anger turning to horror, but June looked at her husband, shock and rage twisting her face. "You had sex with our foster daughter?" Her voice shot up two octaves.
Dustin just sat back in his chair looking smug.
"No, no," Mark sputtered. "I never slept with her. Not once. I swear to it."
Ty blinked. She realized she'd made an accusation without using her powers. Oh well, that was easily corrected. She reached out and made it so she and Mark had been having an affair for five months. She smiled to see Mark's face to switch from horror to shame as he realized the truth of the accusation.
"It's okay, Daddy," Ty said, reaching up and putting putting a hand on Mark's hip. "I know you love me. You said so every night. And I love you too. We'll teach our baby to call you Grampa, and nobody but us will ever know. Tell June, Daddy. Tell her we're in love."
Though it seemed impossible, June's face got even more twisted. "What have you been telling our daughter?"
"Foster daughter," Dustin piped in.
"Shut up, boy," Mark snapped. "This is no time to be funny."
June reached up two hands that had turned into claws of rage. "We've raised her as our own little girl, and as soon as she sprouts tits, you have to turn her into a sex toy. You evil, vile man. So help me, I'll..."
Ty jumped up and put herself between Mark and June. "Stop that, Mommy. We're in love, and there's nothing you can do about it."
But Mark pushed her away as though she were radioactive. "My wife and I have to work this out between ourselves. This is no place for children. Both of you go up to your rooms."
Children? CHILDREN? Now it was Ty's turn to get angry. Though her foster parents didn't know it, she had the real power in the room right now. And if her foster father was going to treat his big girl lover like a tiny child, well, to hell with him. She'd show him who was the boss.