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Chapter 2

The young lady lay on the firm bed, awash in her post-orgasmic stupor and legs splayed wide as a result of the rigorous coitus she and her bed-mate recently performed. Hand on her own belly, patting it as if she had just eaten a full meal, Lynn Jr. marveled at how much cock she took from Bud. Noting that the healthy volume of cum gurgling inside her womb felt pleasant in itself, she more so enjoyed the earthmoving form in which he put it there, the bed having rhythmically banged against the wall as he rutted her passionately in search of his own release. She, on the other hand, rode the wave to her fifth orgasm, panting and grunting unrestrainedly while mentally cheering him on by the time he bellowed out his first copious seminal discharge.

'A gal could really get used to this! Easily the second highlight of my fruitful day. Woah…maybe even for the week! Heh heh heh,' she thought with an unpronounced giggle. Looking from the second story window of his bedroom, she observed the last of the sunset disappearing under the rooftops. She blinked once, then twice…and knew she was falling asleep when she felt Grouse kiss her on the cheek before moving his naked frame off the thoroughly disheveled mattress.

The passage of time and the delectable scent of nearby take-out entrees made the girl blink her eyes open. Scanning both her cellular and the nearby digital clock, she noted that she'd only been asleep for about forty-five minutes. Her host had relocated her phone to the room they occupied for whatever reason and a fast tap showed no recent calls or texts. On a nearby folding table sat two sealed pizza boxes and a pair of side salads in single-use containers. Her mouth watered as she shifted about and wiped the sleep from her eyes. At that moment Bud appeared in the doorway with a sweating pitcher of sweet tea in one hand and a pair of tall, plastic cups in the other, the clinking ice cubes within the drink music to her ears.

"Sandman couldn't keep yuh down, eh Loud? Well, it's a good thing, I guess. Was gonna give you another few minutes before rousin' ya fer chowtime anyways. Since yer up, mind openin' the vittles? Plenty o' tools in the nightstand. Delivery gal forgot the paper plates so I gotta git some from the kitchen."

Lynn Jr. smoothed the blankets flat and set up a makeshift placemat from the fluffy towel she wore around her hair earlier, placing all the fast-food containers on top. Leaning over and rummaging around in the nearby drawer, she looked on with curiosity and wonder at its cargo, whistling loudly as she pulled out a blue, pearl-handled switchblade. With a 'SNIKT' she gave a once-over to the menacing, movie-prop like weapon and then casually slit the tape on each container.

"Hmmm…half pepperoni, half plain on this one and half meatball, half Hawaiian on the other. Bleah! Fruit on pizza…Leni food," Lynn uttered before taking a slice of the same combination she had just mocked and took a sizeable bite, the ham, pineapple & bacon bits flooding her mouth with oddly well-balanced flavors. For a full ten seconds the sportster wondered what her older sister was doing at this exact moment as the brunette was enjoying an impromptu meal while sitting lotus-style & naked in the ridiculously comfortable bed of their longtime neighbor.

"Here's the flatware, Loud. Try not to get olive-oil all over the sheets, eh? I'm havin' a hard enough time stickin' to this diet nonsense without havin' ta dream about a large pie with extra cheese or yer dad's lasagna while I'm sleepin'…Tsk. Annoys the dickens outta me!"

"Don'tcha mean 'that-dick-inside-of-me', G-Man?" she uttered while munching her salad and simultaneously spreading her knees wide apart, her pubic hair on clear display, matted & plastered with a mixture of his thick semen and her dried cum juices. Lynn Jr. couldn't help blurting out the joke at that instance, her inner comedian catching the girl off guard. 'Luan would have liked that one. Wonder if I'll ever get the chance to tell her about it,' Lynn pondered.

With foodstuffs consumed and the tasty leftovers downstairs in cold-storage, the duo lay in bed, stomachs full and most hungers sated. As she lay cuddled up to Grouse with her head on his chest, he gently wrapped an arm behind her, drawing the woman in closer, something akin to a cradle. She wallowed in this sudden show of affection as the spur-of-the-moment snuggle made her heart skip a beat and they both sighed at exactly the same time.

"So whadda' ya say, Loud? It's gettin' late and ya been here for a little over three hours now. You gonna head home or am I gonna have to walk over there and ask yer old man for your hand in marriage?"

"Not just yet. I'm still gonna burn off whatever dad serves the family tonight before I even think about hittin' the hay. So…since no one else is gonna utilize my B.D.B., then I sure as heck will and I mean a LOT," Lynn Jr. said with a wide smirk, her index finger making little circles on his pectoral.

"Errr…what's a BDB?"

Lynn Jr. moved and stood over a confused Bud, her naked form still a magnificent sight for the aged gentleman to behold. She then went into a half squat, her genitals in line with his as she grabbed his thick pecker and rubbed between with her wet folds.

"B.D.B. Mmmmmmh…Big…uuuhn…Dick…oooOOoohshi-…Buuuddy," the horny girl yawped as she sat on his flexing cock, rising & sinking down on it as his sizeable member tightly squeezed its way into her body with each pleasured moan and her mention of his meaningful new nickname.

"Heh heh. So, that's how it is, eh Loud? Want one more for the road, do yuh?"

"Yeah…maybe two before dinner," the teen said with a half-laugh as she sped up her bounce on his hard tool, slick vaginal fluids making the invasion easier and both parties curling their respective toes in appreciative rapture.

Half an hour & a slow-skipping two-minute walk later, a smiling Lynn Jr. entered her home with a 'Yee-haaa!' Some of her siblings jumped in the air while others rolled their eyes knowing to expect this kind of move from the exercise-loving adrenalin-junkie.

"Yo, fam! What's goin' on? Whaddimiss?"

"Like, nothing, Lynn," Leni chirped. "Just waiting for dad to call us to-"

"DINNER!" the patriarch of the family bellowed and immediately jumped out of the way to avoid the oncoming stampede. All except for Lynn Jr. who casually walked to the table with a smug look on her face. "Hey, honey, you feeling all right? You're usually all fired up about being the first to the table…first to ANYTHING, really! Something on your mind?"

"Nah, pops. Just tryin' to wind down is all. Before we started watching the old highlight reels on the boob-tube, Buddy had picked up a box of huge doughnuts from this new place and I had, like, six of 'em! I really needed that carbo-load and NOW I'm ready for some meat. Something nice and salty to balance out all that gooey, sugary goodness, y'know? Gotta get that keto in me and do a few chin-ups before bedtime. First, though, I need to hit the head and make some room for everything my 'big daddy' vamped up for all his little girls, okay? Soon as I'm finished making some room, I'll 'back that thang up' beach volleyball style! Be down in a jiff, papi chulo! Oh, yeah, hol' up a sec…"

Junior motioned for her father to bend forward and exaggeratedly kissed him on the cheek, making sure to include a wet smacking sound before adding a small lick. She gave him a wink before trotting up the stairs as every double entendre sailed right over the head of her Senior namesake. The only thing that shown brighter than his look of confusion was the odd feeling that he may have heard the most energetic of all his daughters say something remotely naughty, the blush on his face like a red beacon in the darkest of nights.

With the 'official family dinner' over and done, Lynn Jr. lay in her bed. Thoughts of earlier events, both recent and far behind, were still fresh in her mind and her goofy, content smile went unseen by her younger sister & roommate. Bonding over all things sports-related as both allies and opposition, the rough and tumble girl appreciated Bud 'Buddy' Grouse letting her into his personal space so long ago. She enjoyed their debates, arguments & general dialogue with the brusque old chap who could have, quite possibly, been her grandfather during another lifetime. Nearly a year after she first started hanging out with him, the appeased female also came to acknowledge one undisputed and concrete fact: she really LIKED being with him. By downplaying her feelings & relationship with the seasoned codger to her siblings, she secretly revels in the knowledge that she doesn't have to share him with anyone in her large family as the slightly selfish young lady does with only a few other things. Lynn reminisced about the instant this realization took a different turn one Saturday during which the young lady asked her mature compadre about the original Olympic games while they were both watching a popular wrestling program on that rainy, mid-spring afternoon. It took a single, excitedly detailed explanation from him of how the participants regularly did the competitions while naked when the sporty youth, in a bubbling fit of hormonal need, wanted to have both a more active & intimate personal experience with her longtime neighbor. Masquerading under the guise of 'learning something' and, later on, her quirky sports-superstition practices, the future Olympiad got what she desired.

She successfully seduced and got vigorously laid by her old-pro couch partner & newfound FWB, happily waving goodbye to her virginity with her left foot dangling mid-air as it happened.

Chuckling at the pleasant memory, she turned and looked at her gloomy but beloved sister as she read one of her many novels. Lucy returned the glance and went back to her book as she spoke.

"No balls tonight?"

"What!?"

"You're not bouncing one of your tennis or hand-balls against the wall. You usually do that to calm down before you sleep. Are you feeling all right?"

"Oh…yeah, sure! Heh heh heh! I'll get around to it. Still pretty pumped from everything that happened today, y'know? Don't wanna shake off this feelin' just yet."

Nothing Lynn Jr. mentioned was technically a lie, the 'balls' remark from her younger sister falling entirely in another court of her sex-drunk mind. This answer seemed to placate the monotone-voiced goth and she returned her attention back to her novella. Wiping her brow with a bare forearm, the older sibling reached behind her pillow and grabbed a pair of rubber balls. However, instead of chucking and ricocheting them off the time-worn paneling, Lynn slowly spun them around clockwise in the palm of her hand. She lay reclined & in a quiet, reflective mode, still wishing that she was handling the more familiar orbs of a warm, hairy and fleshy variety.