In the name of the Father (BowenMarshXRayven)

(Note: RPers play multiple characters)


Name: Elizabeth (Liz/Lizzy) Anderson
Age: 38
Height: 5'8”
Weight: 150
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green

Character Bio/Personality: Elizabeth is married to “Bud” Anderson, and the two of them are very devout members of their church. She has long blonde hair, with hazel eyes. And she has a very healthy, appealing figure. Her greatest assets, though, are clearly her breasts. Ample and shapely, she stretches her 38F bras to what must be the limits of their design. She has, easily, the largest breasts in the entire town. Her athletic frame doesn't take from the illusion either. She is very, very blessed in the breast department. Not that the rest of her is something that isn't enjoyable to look at. She looks quite a bit younger than her real age, and strangers that they meet frequently mistake Liz for her Tara's sister rather than her mother. Lizzy is a constant lactater, and she stores her breast milk in the refrigerator for her children to drink, and they get easily a glass a day between all of them, and more if they wish.

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson are very active with the youth of their church as well. They have youth retreats on their property for the teens from church. Generally, once a month, there is a large party at the farm for the youth groups. These events are usually held on the first weekend of the month, except for June. The first weekend in June, when school lets out, the Andersons celebrate the birthday of their youngest daughter, Sydney.

Elizabeth loves sex and is the picture of a devoted wife and loving mother. She is always available for her husband to satisfy any desires he may have, and while she may fly off of the handle once in a while with her kids, everything about her loves them. She would never hurt them, and generally spoils the family with whatever they need whenever they need it.





Name: Tara Anderson
Age: 17
Height: 5'7”
Weight: 140
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green

Character Bio/Personality: Tara is a rather tall, well built girl with very “non-farm” tastes, particularly compared to her sister, Sydney. Tara dresses the part. She loves hats, boots, and farm style clothing. She drives a truck. Her image as a country girl is bolstered by her parents' success as farmers and her sister's success at her egg business. She is big breasted, with a round, strong bottom. Her smile is infectious, contagious, and beaming. She is nearly the picture of a perfect little farm girl. That being said...

She doesn't get up early. Trying to wake her up early for any reason at all, other than maybe a house fire, severe weather, or sex will net the offender a violent response. She will yell, scream, and throw things if she doesn't get her required hours of beauty sleep, to which she is entitled. Being the only “non-parent” for her two brothers to go to for their carnal desires, she is essentially out of the rotation for farming duties. It suits her fine. She parties all night, sleeps until lunch, cooks something for her brothers, sister, and parents, generally hangs out on social media and watches TV until dinner. Then she cooks for the family, helping her mother with the meal, setting the table, clearing the table, and cleaning the kitchen and dining area. Once that is done, she goes upstairs, turns the TV on there, and awaits her brothers if they wish to have sex with her. Tara's official responsibilities at the moment are to learn how to be a good wife to whoever becomes her husband.

Tara is free to date whomever she chooses. The list is generally other guys from their church or, sometimes, guys from school that ask her out. Tara talks freely and openly with her younger sister about sex, teaching her everything she knows about it and reliving her nighttime escapades with those lucky enough to date her with Sydney. She runs Sydney through the entire encounter, taking the role of the male while Sydney acts the part of the female to prepare her for what is to come. The re-enactments that they play together are done with at least some clothes on and, as Tara has secretly come to lust for her sister, the "role play" serves another purpose, that being Tara's fantasy that someday, somewhere, sometime, Sydney will allow her to sample her feminine delights.





Name: Sydney Anderson
Age: 15
Height: 5'4”
Weight: 127
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Hazel

Character Bio/Personality: Sydney is the youngest member of the Anderson family. She has long blonde hair and inquisitive hazel eyes. She is a spunky, high energy girl, always into something around the farm. She is up before the sun rises and generally down long after it sets. She loves doing chores and helping out around the farm, even starting her own fresh egg business that she runs out of a small stall at the local farmers' market. She is actually quite successful at it, producing good eggs on her father's land, and driving them every week, herself, on the family's John Deere tractor to sell. She has been at it for three seasons now, and minus the ten percent she gives to her church, she has nearly raised enough money to buy a car for herself next year already. The fact that she's not allowed to date at all helps her save money, and she spends only a little of it on her clothes for school. Most of what she wears, though, are clothes that she's gotten from her sister, Tara. The prohibition on dating was a standard for the girls in the family. Tara survived it, Sydney knows that she'll survive it, too. Though she is very eager to find herself a boyfriend, she knows that she has to wait until after her “coming of age” ceremony which she is very nervous about. What it will entail, she doesn't know. But once she does it, she'll be a woman in the eyes of her family, her church, and God. That's the part that both excites and scares her.

Brandon “Bud” Anderson was the patriarch of the Anderson household and undisputed king of the Blackleaf Farm. He was an imposing man who stood over seven feet tall with wide strong shoulders and impressive broad chest. Despite being 42 years old he was in amazing shape with a body that belonged on the covers of fitness magazines. His thick black hair had begun to fade with his age to a soft charcoal color and he kept it cut in a wavy style that wasn’t too long but not too uptight, either. His striking eyes, the color of icebergs, seemed to look through everyone and everything they gazed upon, as if he knew the truth in everything. Some said he looked like the old movie star Henry Fonda, though his wife claimed that Bud was better in bed. With a sixteen inch python that was as thick as his wrist, the middle aged man had a massive reputation amongst the women of Greene County.

While not a socialite like his wife, he did enjoy the company of his family and close friends on a daily basis, ever thankful for the wonderful life the Lord had provided him. He enforced strict yet fair rules and expectations on his children, readying them for a harsh and unforgiving world. Cleanliness, fitness and productivity were considered an extension of one’s devotion to God. “Prayer don’t mean shit if you don’t back it up,” he was famous for once saying.

Despite his devotion to faith and family Bud was infamous for being a playful boy at heart. He was never a man to dismiss childish behavior or low brow humor. He liked watching silly cartoons with his youngest daughter along with the violent primetime dramas his sons had become enthralled with. Sports were big in the Anderson family, especially football. Many afternoons were spent throwing the pigskin around in the field behind the house. He wasn’t one to shy away from tackle drills, either. The old man easily held his own against the young and energetic athletes of the family.

A bit of a “jack of all trades”, Bud knew how to fix and build anything. He spent his summers as a teen building houses with his uncle by day and fixing trucks and tractors with his father at night. The only thing beyond his grasp was modern technology. While he knew how to operate the complicated universal remote in the living room and could send an email without issue he still didn’t understand how any of it worked.

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Bud’s oldest son was Tucker, an 18-year-old high school graduate with few ambitions beyond getting laid and getting high. While he had a promising athletic career on the college football team of his choice, Tucker opted to work at the nearby sawmill and live a simple life instead. He still keeps up his training regimen to stay in good shape for the girls he pursues at various bars in the area. He was like a younger and slightly shorter version of his father, though the features of his face weren’t as sharp and his blue eyes weren’t as cold. The young man was growing his shiny black hair long now that he technically lived outside the boundaries of his parent’s house. He had more autonomy in the apartment above the garage where he set his own hours and did as he pleased.

Tucker wasn’t an idiot, though. He loved to read books on philosophy and ethics, often pondering what the Lord would consider to be the path to enlightenment. Rather than pursuing money or power, the simple pursuits were favored and relished with vigor. A fat joint of sticky, stinky weed right after a hard day of work. Jumping into the cool waters of the lake on a sweltering summer day. Sliding a fat long cock inside a tight wet cunt. Those were the things he enjoyed most; the things he was thankful for when he praised the Lord. Adulthood could wait, right now life was an endless summer and Tucker finally held the reins to his destiny.

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Asher was the middle child at 16 and seemed to always walk in the long shadow of his brother and father. They had always been taller and stronger than he could ever be, despite all of his diligent exercise and strength training. In truth, his body wasn’t made for football or wrestling. Speed was his gift, and his lean yet incredibly compact physique contained boundless endurance for cross country events. Swim, track, gymnastics, it didn’t matter. He excelled at all of them but never received the notoriety because his favorite sports simply weren’t the most popular amongst the uncultured hicks he grew up with.

The boy had a face that a girl might consider cute more than handsome. Soft dirty blonde hair with styled bangs, hazy green eyes and a small pointy nose gave him a somewhat effeminate appearance along with his cosmopolitan fashion sense gave the ignorant bully an inkling that the boy was gay or bisexual. Asher didn’t take any sort of remark against him or his family lightly, and often settled disputes with his fists. After a string of incidents almost led to him getting expelled, the aggressive upperclassmen finally stopped their teasing when Asher cracked the starting center’s ribs with one blow to the kidneys. Good grades and athletic trophies ensured by his father’s diligent parenting prevented Asher’s expulsion. It was his mother that directed his attention to girls so that he could release his anger through fucking instead of fighting.

Character: Asher Anderson
Location: The Boy's Upstairs Suite, Asher's bed chamber.

Asher woke up to a warm lithe body spooned against his naked front. His twelve inch cock stood rigid with morning wood, its shaft firmly planted between his lover’s thighs. The mixed fluids of last night’s tryst clung to their lower torsos and stained the sheets, making the room smell heavily of sex. He sighed contently as his hands cupped his lovers round firm breasts. He wondered how such a beautiful thing happened in security of his own home, beneath the sheets of his own bed. The young teen struggled with the heavy fog of sleep and searched his memory.

Her name was Petra. A thin but cute goth girl with a pink pixie haircut. She had just broken up with her boyfriend when she found Asher smoking a joint under the bleachers. Turned out she had the same thing in mind. They smoked, got high and talked about the strife and angst that filled their daily lives. Petra’s problems stemmed from her home life. A physically abusive stepfather and verbally abusive older sister. It gave Asher perspective on his own family, who had always been patient and devoted to his happiness and wellbeing, especially his mother.

When Elizabeth came to pick up her son she found him holding hands with a cute but strangely dressed girl about his age. He asked if she could spend the night. The worldly housewife knew very well what they had in mind. Her son was a good boy and eager to enjoy the benefits of his youth, so she allowed it.

And that was how attractive teen had the wildest night of his life with a girl who seemed to enjoy everything about his body and the way it moved with hers. The things they did… Just thinking of it made a stream of slick precum squirt out from the bolbous tip of his organ. To his amazement she reached down and grabbed the exposed portion jutting out from the crease in her thighs. Her palm firmly rubbed against the sensitive tip with her fingers traced circles along the length of his shaft. Sparks of lust traveled from the end of his member up to the hairs on his head, making his whole body shiver with pleasure.

Then Asher thought about his mother and the way her eyes turned from caring and nurturing to sharp and serious in an instant. Saturday morning breakfast was an old family tradition. Missing it was on par with skipping church in terms of familial shame. Stretching his neck, the boy looked across the room at the clock. “Shit. Breakfast. You’ll wanna come downstairs, I think my Mom or Dad want to talk to you.

The tired goth girl could barely comprehend what was going on. She closed her eyes and stretched her limbs as her lover got out of bed and slid on a pair of tight black skinny jeans over his thin naked legs. Petra giggled when Asher tried to stuff his now half erect python into the constrained denim of his crotch. She put on a grey oversized t shirt with her brown denim short shorts she wore the night before. They were high cut, the button resting just below her navel.

Asher himself didn’t quite know what he was walking into, but he did expect to see his mother or at least his father waiting in the kitchen, coffee in hand and a look that said “I know what you’ve been doing!” He held his breath and slowly made his way down the mahogany steps. Petra trailed behind him and did her best to hide behind the boy’s wide shoulders.

Character: Sydney
Location: The Field
Others: None.

Sydney listened to the sounds of the chickens clucking around her. She watched them eating the grass, bugs, and the feed that she'd thrown onto the ground from her vantage point on the tractor. She'd been up for quite some time, and could certainly stand to go back to sleep. She tilted her hat down slightly, placing the heels of her boots into the open areas of the steering wheel. She loved this tractor. Well, that was unfair. She loved anything with wheels, an engine, and had the capability of being driven. As the chickens continued to enjoy their breakfast around her, she began to feel her mind wander.

She had a birthday party this weekend. She had her youth group retreat the week after that. She had Farmers' Market every Saturday and Sunday, and on top of all of this, one thing loomed large over it all. Her Coming of Age ceremony. Tara was tight lipped about it, only saying that it wasn't as bad as she was thinking it would be. Sydney didn't know, she could imagine that things could be pretty bad.

As she sat there, her thoughts became convoluted. She thought about the car she wanted. She thought about how improper it was that she ran out of the house this morning, after oversleeping, without making her bed. She thought about how the sunlight, streaming through the leaves in the trees, glimmered in a golden hue on the skin of her thighs.

“Oh, fiddlesticks,” she cried, sitting up straight on the tractor seat. She slapped her cheeks a couple of times to wake herself up. “Breakfast! I'll surely miss it if I don't get back soon.” She started the tractor, sending the chickens around her scurrying in all directions looking for a place to hide. “Sorry! Sorry, Maybell! Sorry, Jenny,” she said to a pair of small goats that barely got out of the way of the tractor as she circled around to head back to the house.

Character: Elizabeth
Location: Kitchen
Others: Sydney, Asher, Petra

Elizabeth was working in the kitchen, preparing the ritual Saturday breakfast. She was a sight, wearing her robe tightly around her body. She cooked up eggs, bacon, sausage, and had biscuits in the oven, all before most of the people in the house were even awake. She hadn't put any makeup on, but she was still very, very beautiful. She heard the tractor coming up to the house and she shook her head. Sydney. You can't slow her down. The tractor shut off, and soon thereafter she bounced through the door. She was awake. She was dressed. She'd handled her egg business. She'd done more than anyone else in this house already, and more than they would probably do all weekend.

“Sydney,” Liz said. “Run on upstairs and fetch your sister for breakfast.”

“Mother,” Sydney said. “Exodus 20:13.”

“Sydney,” she said in reply. “Exodus 20:12. Your sister. Wake her up and get her down here. Don't ever try to play that game with me, young lady. It's disrespectful and I will not stand for it.”

“Ugh,” Sydney said. “Alright, alright. I'll get her.” Sydney took one of several glasses of milk lining the counter and drank it quickly, replacing the glass in its original spot. She wiped the "milk mustache" from her lips and sucked the last remaining bit off of her finger as she started walking upstairs, mimicking the “Funeral March” by Chopin.

“Dun Dun DuhDun...Dun DuhDun DuhDun DuhDun...Oh, hi, Asher and...whoever you are. Don't mind me, just on my way to be executed. Dun Dun DuhDun..”

“SYDNEY! Move it, NOW, and get her! If you're not back, WITH HER, in two minutes I'm throwing the keys to the tractor into the LAKE!”

“I'm goin', I'm goin'.” From upstairs this time. “Dun Dun DuhDun...”

She looked down at her coffee and poured it into the sink, she didn't even want it now. Where that kid picked up that attitude was beyond her. It wasn't a bad attitude, and she wasn't a disrespectful girl, really, she was just...sassy. Maybe Tara is rubbing off a little bit? Liz leaned against the sink, shook her head, and sighed as Asher and Petra came into the kitchen from upstairs.

“Good morning,” Elizabeth said, knowingly. “And how was your night?”

Character: Sydney
Location: Girl's Suite, Tara's bedchamber.
Others: Tara

Sydney knocked on Tara's door and received no answer from inside. She knocked again. Still, no answer. Sydney turned the door knob and found it unlocked, which wasn't surprising at all. Privacy wasn't highly valued in the house, and while the children certainly never barged into their parents' bedroom, they barged into each other's rooms all the time. They could lock their doors, and then their privacy would be respected, of course. Sydney pushed Tara's door open slowly, peeking inside.

Tara was there, on her bed, still sleeping as expected. She'd kicked most of her covers off during the night, exposing her chest and one of her long legs. She had her white lace panties on, but she was naked otherwise. Tara didn't mind that, the girls shared a bathroom between their rooms and Tara was certainly no prude when it came to being naked. The two were open with each other about their own bodies.

“Tara,” Sydney said, walking towards the bed. “Tara, wake up, it's time for Saturday breakfast. Momma said she'd throw the keys to the tractor in the lake if you're not down there in two minutes...”

Tara rolled onto her side. “I know you don't care, but please don't ruin my life...” Sydney walked closer to the bed. “Uh, Asher has a girl down there.”

Tara opened her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at Sydney.

So far, still alive.

“Tara, you know I'd never wake you up but mom made me.” Tara sat up on the bed, leaning forward on her knees and wiping her eyes.

“Okay, okay,” Tara said. “I'm up.” Sydney turned around to walk out of the room. “And I knew about the girl, already.”

Sydney stopped and turned back to her sister, who was pulling on a black tank top. “You knew, already? How?” Tara rolled her eyes towards Sydney.

“How do you think I know? You should have already known. The dogs in the next county probably know.” Sydney blushed.

“I...must have been really sleeping.” Nope. Lies. She wasn't asleep. She listened to every bit of it.

“Had to have been. I almost wanted to check on you to see if you were dead. You've heard me with Asher before, I know you have. Now, picture a girl that isn't expecting that. She probably felt like a clubbed seal. Sounded like it.” Tara stood up and tousled her hair before pulling on a pair of short shorts, gray with a drawstring in front.

“When did you get in last night,” Sydney asked.

“I don't know. Late. I had my own date last night, but you know that already. It was fun.” Tara walked up towards her little sister, smiling at her. “I'll tell you all about it later, every excruciating detail, if you'd like. Maybe tonight?”

Sydney smiled, turning pink, then bright red. Her skin burned as she looked at Tara. “I would...love to hear about it,” she said as Tara stepped still closer, her breasts brushing against Sydney's. Sydney responded immediately, her nipples starting to harden. “Do you...think that you will be able to?”

“Maybe. What about earlier? Maybe lunch time? Probably not though, I like using the bed. Run on down and tell mom that I'm up and on my way. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you lost the rights to your beloved tractor.” Sydney smiled and headed back downstairs, barely noticing her erect nipples.

“Mother, she's on her way down.” Sydney bounced down the stairs and ran into the dining area.

Character: Tara
Location: Girl's Suite, Tara's bedchamber.
Others: Sydney

Tara watched Sydney leave her room and close the door. She thought back to her previous night's date with Luke Cross, one of the guys from church. She could still feel him, and though he wasn't much compared to Asher, Tucker or, certainly, her dad, he was quite experienced and worked with her well. She'd promised him another date and roll in the hay, so to speak, but when was the question. Tara had a good amount on her plate, and as she was approaching an age where marrying someone wouldn't be off of the table, she did have a busy schedule when it came to dating. Add to that her brothers and she ended up as a very sexually active girl.

She was expected to take care of her brothers. She was expected to date and seek marriage, which she had until college was over to make happen. There were just so many guys, though, and honestly she enjoyed stringing them all along as much as possible, especially since giving up Asher or Tucker for someone else, exclusively until she had her own children, was a painful thought. If she was going to dedicate herself to one cock, it was going to be a big one.

Being the only one in the house that was old enough to allow the brothers to use her, sex had started to feel like a chore for her. She still liked it, but with the expectation of availability laid upon her, her desires waned slightly. She wanted to be chased by someone, not just taken at will. The guys from church chased her, so she let herself be caught once in a while. This is where her sister came in. Sydney, though, still a virgin and had never dated anyone before in her life, became curious about guys once Tara started dating two years ago after her ceremony. Tara started relating the stories of her trysts, and Sydney's interests increased exponentially. She started asking for more details, and Tara started to show her. Tara would teach Sydney the positions she was talking about, eventually leading to the two re-enacting Tara's date. Tara would take the part of the male, while Sydney would play the part of her sister. In this manner, Tara was able to enjoy her sister, sexually, while nobody else in the house had any right to touch her in any sexual manner at all. Of course, the reenactments were done with clothes on, but it was enough for Tara. Even with the gratuitous nudity in the household, Sydney was insulated from that. Again, except with Tara. Tara had seen her numerous times naked, and Sydney had seen her the same. Tara headed downstairs herself, thinking of the recap that she would give Sydney later, and smiling that nobody else would know about it, or could do anything about it.

Sydney. Her sweet, delectable little taboo.

Asher and Petra found Elizabeth standing her post at the kitchen island. Delicious aromas wafted into the air and made his stomach rumble. His lover held on tightly to his hand, unsure how the older woman was going to react to their presence. They certainly made a lot of noise the night before, and Sydney's knowing glances hinted that everyone in the house knew what went on. His mother only smiled when they came in and sat down. "Morning, mom," Asher said quietly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Anderson," said Petra awkwardly as she sat down next to her boy. She admired the matron's youthful grace and voluptuous figure. The soft robe she wore was only loosely secured at the waist, allowing a sinful glance at her impossibly large and firm breasts while still maintaining some modesty. A strong desirable leg peeked out from the part in the robe and it seemed as if the woman wasn't wearing any underwear at all. This made Petra self aware of her own physique. She was thin and coltish and would look younger if it wasn't for her full and firm C cup breasts. Next to this woman she was like a stick.

"Your son certainly knows how to show a girl a good time," said the pink haired girl as she winked at Asher. The athletic teen could only blush and rub his short dark hair nervously. This made Petra giggle. In truth, she was still sore from the expert reaming provided by Asher's twelve inch cock. He seemed to have endless energy and the endurance to fuck for hour on end; never missing a beat and never stopping to catch his breath. It was unbelievable, and the way his monster organ stretched her inner walls she knew her ass would be sore for the rest of the week. Lovingly, she rubbed her hand on the boy's exposed back, relishing the firm nature of his muscled form. Yes, this was one to keep. For a while, at least.

Character: Elizabeth
Location: Kitchen
Others: Asher, Petra, Tara

“Yes, Petra. Apparently my son does know how to show a girl a good time.” Liz's expression was neutral, showing neither disdain nor approval. “He forgets routines once in a while, though. Asher. Your milk. There.” Elizabeth pointed at the glasses of milk on the counter. “Drink it.” Liz took her coffee cup in her hand, lifted it to take a drink, then looked into it. She shook her head, then looked at Asher. She made a series of gestures, as if playing charades. She pointed to the cup, moved like she was dumping it into the sink, pointed towards the dining room where Sydney was setting the table, then acted like she was ripping her hair out. She refilled her coffee and took a sip. “Better.” Tara came down the steps then. “Tara,” Liz said. “Your glass.” Tara glanced at the pink haired girl, looked her from head to toe, and took her glass of milk. She drank it rapidly, replaced the cup, and moved to join her sister in the dining room.

“These kids, Petra. You'll see, someday.” Liz took another sip of her coffee. “Why don't you tell us a little about yourself? We had so little time to speak last night in the car.”

Characters: Tara
Location: Dining Room
Others: None

“That's his girl? From last night,” Tara asked Sydney as she reached the table. “Pink hair?”

“I think so. I don't see anyone else. She came downstairs with him. Oh, and isn't her hair awesome?” Sydney continued setting places for everyone. “Oh, crap.”

“What,” Tara asked.

“I forgot to ask if she was staying for breakfast.”

“Okay. It's not that bad. Set an extra place anyway, and if she stays then we're ready. If not, no big deal, we'll just put the dishes back.” Tara helped Sydney finish prepping the dining table. “So. Syd. Have you thought about your ceremony at all?”

Sydney shook her head. “Not really. As of right now, it's set up for next Sunday night, after church, if I don't postpone it again.” She looked at her sister. “Why can't you just tell me what it is?” Tara shook her head.

“No way. I can't. It has to be a secret. Don't worry too much about it. It's not as bad as you're trying to make it out to be, but it is something that will have to be done, sooner or later. The longer you wait, the more you deny yourself in the future. If you don't do it, you can't be seen as a woman. You'll still be seen as a little girl. That car you want? Bye bye. Dating? The things you...hear me doing? Neither will ever happen, Syd. You might as well be six years old if you don't make this happen. Will it hurt? Maybe. Better to do it and get it over with than sit here dreading it for no reason.”

“I'm not dreading it. I'm just...nervous.”

“You're dreading it. Isn't there any...adult thing that you want to do? I thought the car bit would motivate you, but you're resisting there. Dating? Nope, didn't work. Fucking a fat cock? For some reason, that didn't work. What do you want?”

“I want you and everyone else to stop telling me how to live my life, Tara. I'll do it when I'm ready, and that's that.”

“That's unfair, Syd. I'm not telling you how to live your life. I'm trying to get you to live your life. You are of adult age in the eyes of the church. You will have this ceremony. You can take control of it and grab your life by the horns or you can stand in the center of the arena like an idiot and let the bull run you over. It's better, far better to do it on your own terms. The ones that don't...you can tell. They look broken, no fire. I don't want that for you. Take all the time you want, but don't let someone else decide that you're ready. You will regret it.” There was a long pause as Sydney stared at the table, one hand on a chair back next to her. “Hey,” Tara said. “We okay?”

“Yeah. We're fine. I'm going to check on breakfast.” Sydney walked from the table. Tara watched her, drinking in her little body. She was so hot. The conversation that they just had would give the two of them a few more days, a week maybe, of their nighttime roundezvous. Feigning support while upsetting her emotionally a bit has worked for the past few weeks, and Tara wasn't quite ready to let her sweet little dumpling go to be at the disposal of the others just yet.

This was what Petra hated most about talking to a boyfriend’s parents. They always asked questions you didn’t want to answer. The Anderson household was a strange one, though. Elizabeth seemed like a woman who wasn’t in denial about the true nature of the world. She certainly had an open minded attitude towards sex, considering the woman had yet to kick the young rebel out of the house. The punk girl watched Asher down his glass of thick white milk with one motion. He then trotted off to the warm lighting of the dining room. She kept her house in order, which was more than Petra could say for her own mother. The teen cleared her throat and looked Elizabeth right in the eyes.
“I’m a pothead atheist punk from a broken home with no ambitions or expectations from life. I would skip class but to be honest it’s the only place I can enjoy myself. I’ve made straight A’s for the past two years and I’m in Amnesty international as the club treasurer. I’d do theater but I don’t have the time for it. Keeping my parents from murdering each other is its own full time job.” The pink haired teen rubbed her mouth and continued before the woman could react.

“I’ve known your son for a while. This wasn’t just some on the spot thing. Even though Asher and I never really hung out, we knew of each other. His actions speak loudly of his character, Mrs. Anderson. He’s surprisingly kindhearted and gentle, but only on those worthy of it. “Don’t cast your pearls among swine,” is something he quotes a lot. I may hate Christianity but I do admit there’s a lot of wisdom in the Bible. Out of respect for you, his mother, I will do what is expected of me when under your roof.” She smiled and held her hands together at her waist, quite pleased with herself.

Asher passed his little sister Sydney on his way into the dining room. He could tell there was a hint of sisterly frustration in the air and decided not to bother her. The lean bodied teen found his usual chair and sat down next to Tara. She gave him a knowing glance and he nodded in recognition. “So, what’d you do last night?” he asked with a slight smirk at the corner of his lips.

Character: Elizabeth
Location: Kitchen
Others: Petra, Sydney

"Let me tell you something, Petra. I don't like potheads. I really don't like atheists. I don't like punks and I pity those from broken homes. I don't like people that think that skipping classes is preferable to learning something. Congratulations on your grades and your extracurricular duties. I am sorry for your parents. I am so sad that you hate Christianity and I'm going to tell you that all the wisdom you need is in the Bible. And it's 'before swine', dear. Before. I don't like almost everything about you." Liz moved to stand next to Petra, leaning on the counter next to her. "There is one thing, though, that you told me that I do like. I like it a lot. You don't even know you said it because you didn't really say it, per se." Liz chuckled slightly. "Wow, that's confusing. The thing I like about you is your honesty, assuming everything that you said is true, of course." She sat down. "You say you know my son. Knowing my son, you may know something about our family. When I asked you to tell me about yourself you didn't pull any punches with one of the two people that could end any relationship that you have with Asher.

Petra, we're just a family here. We fuss, fight, have our disagreements and problems, but we do have one thing that holds us all together. Love."

"Except Tara," Sydney said as she walked by.

"Sydney, that's not nice. I'm not going to make you apologize to your sister for something that she doesn't even know you did, but apologize to our guest. That was rude and uncalled for." Sydney stared at Liz. Liz stared back. After a few moments, Sydney blinked.

"Sorry," she muttered to the pink haired girl and moped back to the dining room.

"Kids," Liz said. "One day, you'll see, Petra. My breakfast is almost done and my husband and oldest are only God knows where. If they don't get here for this meal, heads will roll."

Character: Tara
Location: Dining Room
Others: Asher, Sydney

"What did I do?" Tara leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, moved her foot up and down on Asher's leg and let her cleavage work. She spoke softly, quickly. "I fucked Luke Cross silly down at River Park. Just drove down there, threw the ol' Dodge into four wheel drive, found a place to park and fucked like animals in the bed of my truck. Really, like animals. You may even still be able to see my smeared makeup on the cab's back glass. I got mud on the wheels, but I'm sure I could get him to wash the truck for me if I wear a short enough skirt."

She placed her hand on his inner thigh, sliding up towards his waist.

"It was good, Asher. Not this good," she said, squeezing his cock, once, gently but purposefully, "but good enough for what I could get. And what do you mean, bringing a strange girl in the house," she demanded, drawing her arm away from between his legs. "Where would that have left me if I didn't have a date already? Self-abuse?" She stood, walking towards the kitchen. "You can't do that, Asher, it's not fair," Tara said, apparently oblivious to the numerous times she'd left Asher and Tucker to that exact fate.

Sydney walked past Tara and sat across from Asher. "What did I miss? What's not fair? I always miss everything."

Tara started gathering the food from the kitchen and bringing it to the dining room.

Character: Bud Anderson
Location: County Road
Others: Tucker Anderson

During the workweek Bud would get up early before the break of dawn and go on a five mile run and top it off with a few laps around the lake. On the weekends he usually pushed himself to ten or fifteen miles. He wasn’t as fast as he was when he was young, but as an older man he had greater strength and endurance that others half his age. Running became his meditation; his time alone from friends, family and coworkers. It was during these moments that he felt closest God. Out on the road with the glory of nature around him, he heard the soft quiet voice of something greater than himself. In times of trouble it eased his soul, made him strong for his family and able to do what needed to be done.

When Bud went running he usually wore little else besides his track shorts, jock strap and trainers. The jock was essential to retain his modesty as it kept the sleeping python between his legs safely secured. When he was a young man he accidently exposed his manhood to a passing church bus full of youths on a choir trip. This embarrassing instance led to his current uncomfortable situation.

Occasionally his wife or one of his sons would join him on a morning run but they could never keep pace with the old man. It was one of the few things he took pride in, that and his legendary cock. He was alone this morning and found himself eager to get back to the house for a hearty home cooked breakfast prepared by his loving life partner Elizabeth. Bud also looked forward to the way his wife and daughters eyed his sweating half naked body when he came in and joined them at the table. While they often complained about his heavy body odor he never felt compelled to shower before a meal. He was the kind of his castle, after all.

As he passed through the wrought iron gate at the front of the property he stopped by the three car garage separated from the rest of the house. Upstairs his oldest son Tucker was bound to be fast asleep. Not wanting to test the patience of the woman in charge, his firmly rapped on the door that led to the loft upstairs. After an absent response he opened the door and called out to his oldest son.

“Hey, Tucker! Get up, boy! Your mama’s got breakfast ready! Time to wake up!” From the stairwell he couldn’t see anything but he heard a shuffling of sheets and the gradual shift of weight from the bed to the floor.

“Alright, dad. Be down in a minute…” The boy sounded groggy and tired. Most likely he had been up all night like his sister, Tara. Doing what Bud had no idea, but from his own youthful experiences he had a few notions. He closed the door and quickly jogged up to the screen door on the side of the house that led directly into the kitchen. Inside he found his the love of his life and his youngest daughter bussing food and tableware into the dining room. Ah, right on time.

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Character: Petra Cummings
Location: Kitchen
Others: Elizabeth Anderson

Petra looked the woman up and down. She began to notice that the woman seemed to be void of any cellulite or loose skin on her whole body. Behind that tightly wrapped robe she could imagine a very tight and athletic core with well defined ab muscles. “Amazon” was a good way to describe Mrs. Anderson, and she was a stunning one at that. The skinny teen grinned and met Elizabeth’s eyes with full intent.

“Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. I think that’s the most respect an adult has ever showed me. We may have our differences but I think we can see things eye-to-eye. If it’s not too much to ask, I’d love to eat dinner with your family, if you’ll allow it.” If the mother was any indication of things, the rest of the family was bound to be a blast. Perhaps Petra had found her new home away from home, a quiet and restful place where everything was in order and everyone knew what to expect.

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Tara was a big fucking tease but that’s what Asher liked most about his big sister. He liked how wild and messy her blonde mane was when she woke up, before she did all those stupid things girls do to themselves to earn the approval of other girls. Her green eyes flickered like light breaking through a canopy and spring, full of heated lust and desire. Many boys had called her a slut. He would punch them in the throat for that if they still had the balls to say it to his face. No, Tara was a woman who enjoyed her body so much she wanted to share it with others. “God is love. Share God’s love to others,” that was the basic tenement of the Anderson household. Perhaps Tara was the one who upheld it the most.

Asher grinned widely at the tease next to him and jabbed her sides with his fingers. He knew her most ticklish places and quickly thrummed his digits over her rib cage. Bursts of wild laughter filled the room as the vixen struggled wildly the her little brother. He was stronger, though, and managed to cop a feel from a breast, big and soft and pliable. Before the commotion would upset his mother he quickly retreated and held his hands politely at his waist as if nothing was amiss.

Sydney stopped to watch both of them, completely incapable of understanding the behavior and desires of teens that were just a few years older than her. She shook her head and went back into the kitchen to grab another plate of food.

Character: Elizabeth
Location: Kitchen
Others: Petra, Sydney, Brandon

"Perhaps, Petra. You may stay for dinner if you wish, if Asher would like you to, but breakfast first." Liz looked out the window for a moment and saw Bud approaching the door. "First, though, why don't you take the juice from the refrigerator and take it to the dining room. We'll begin breakfast in a moment." At that moment, the door opened and Bud walked in. "My darling," Liz said, rushing up to him and kissing him passionately, wildly, and in an almost inappropriate "first kiss of the day" manner.

"Don't worry about them," Sydney said, taking the last plate of food and using her foot to open the refrigerator door for Petra. "They seem to love grossing people out first thing in the morning." Sydney returned to the dining room.

"You're late, mister," Elizabeth said to her husband as she pulled away from him. "You know the rules. Everyone is present for Saturday morning breakfast, no exceptions. Also, I know how you and, well, I love it when you walk around with no clothes on, basically, we do have a guest for breakfast this morning. Asher brought a date home last night and, well, she's sort of staying with us for the day. Also, I assume you woke our son up? Is he coming or is getting out of the bed not on his agenda today?"

Characters: Tara
Location: Dining Room
Others: Asher, Sydney

Tara struggled with her brother a bit, laughing in bursts as he tickled her. She struggled to get away for a moment, but then when he squeezed her breast she stopped trying. Her lips parted over her white teeth, and she stared into his eyes for a moment. She groaned gently, softly, in an encouraging manner but sighed when he released her. She did long for his substantial weapon, but with that other girl here, she didn't know where she stood in his life. She turned when he looked away, and she sat in her chair at the table.

"I think that's everything," Sydney said. She placed her dishes on the table and sat across from Tara, who raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded. "Hey," Sydney said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Late night and I just feel a little weird," she said. "It's probably that I'm just hungry."

"Dad's here. I don't know where Tucker is. He'll probably be late, as usual." Sydney sat there without a care in the world. "That's just how it is for the untouched," Tara thought. A night alone was nothing for Sydney, not that Tara wouldn't be with her later at some point, but it was torture for Tara. She didn't like it, and had no plans for the evening with any "outsider" guys. Yeah, there was Tucker, but he wasn't the one with a strange girl in the house at the moment. Tara waited for her parents and other sibling, a slightly melancholy look on her face.

Character: Bud Anderson
Location: Kitchen
Others: Elizabeth, Petra

Bud slipped his hand up Elizabeth's robe to get a feel of her smooth hip. He loved the way her big pillowy breasts would press against his chest when she kissed him, unable to repress her ravenous sexual appetite. His monster cock twitched and struggled against the fabric of his jock, making an obvious tent beneath his shorts.Even though the kids acted like their physical displays of love and affection were unappealing, he felt it was natural for two people to show their feelings openly, especially around family.

They broke their wet tongue-filled kiss for a moment to simply gaze into each other's eyes. Bud always found himself lost inside those bright emeralds, like the flames of her soul; burning with passion and lust. He smiled casually and nodded towards the door. "Asher's should be down in a minute, honey."

He noticed the pink haired girl standing awkwardly in the kitchen. "You're Tucker's girl, huh?" He gave her the once over. Not bad, a little on the thin side, and she certainly wasn't a "take her home to mother" sort of girl, either. But who was he to judge? "Are you able to keep up with him? I know he can be... excitable at times."

Petra blushed, her pale cheeks turning bright pink. She was obviously intimidated by the tall stack of muscles before her, an older man with power and confidence, unafraid of some girl's opinion. She found him incredibly attractive and the bulge inside his pants suggested that his equipment was just as large as his son's, maybe bigger. For a brief moment she entertained the notion of a double team between the two of them, reaming her warm wet cunt and tight little ass. Petra smiled nervously and took the pitcher of juice, looking for an excuse to escape from the tension within the room.

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Character: Tucker, Tara
Location: Dining Room
Others: Sydney, Petra

Tucker's eyes lit up when he saw his girl bring in the glass container of juice and set it in the middle of the table. He stood and politely pulled out a chair next to him for her to sit. She realized that the arrangement put him between her and his incredibly attractive older sister. The way the two siblings looked and acted around each other seemed more intimate than normal. Perhaps they simply got along, unlike most other brothers and sisters. Still, she found herself entranced by the thin athlete's big bouncy tits and how they seemed to retain firmness without the aid of a bra.

In order to maintain her hold of the young stud at the table, Petra reached down to unzip his jeans and fondle his thick meaty pole beneath the table. She looked Tara straight in the eyes and pouted her lips. "Did you know your little bro had such a huge monster cock?"

Character: Tara/Sydney
Location: Dining Room
Others: Petra/Asher

“Yep,” Tara said. “I sure do know it. Everyone within five miles knows it, now. Honestly, it's not that hard to bite the pillow or something. But I get it. Something as big as that must be, destroying you, maybe you just don't think about things like that.”

“Okay! Enough of that! It's almost breakfast, and since I'm the one that's all “Miss Pink Panties Pure” over here, can I muscle my food past the gag reflex before, I don't know, something happens,” Sydney asked. Tara looked across the table at Sydney and shook her head.

“I guess.” She turned back to Petra. “I would be delighted to embarrass my brother further with you once we're done eating. He does turn the most vivid shade of pink.”

Sydney looked towards the kitchen where her mother and father were talking. She got up from the table and walked over. She looked around the kitchen for a moment before walking towards the door. “I'll go get him, like I do every Saturday.” Sydney walked over to Tucker's apartment and knocked on the door.

“Tucker! Are you in there?”

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Character: Elizabeth, Bud
Location: Kitchen
Others: Sydney

“We can't eat breakfast without Tucker. The other ones in there are going to start losing their minds if he doesn't hurry. And if that milk isn't drank, soon, by Tucker, my feelings will be hurt. And another thing. Sydney's ceremony. We need to sit down with her and plan that. I know she'll probably be nervous about it, like Tara was, but it has to happen. She doesn't get to be an adult and a virgin. No, she needs to be broken in, and she needs to decide to do it soon. You're going to have to talk to her about it.”

Sydney walked into the kitchen, then stormed out to retrieve Tucker.

“Just,” Liz sighed. “Just let her go. She's been up for quite a while already dealing with her egg business. She's probably just hungry...or maybe she just really, really needs to get laid. She'll probably be back with Tucker within a few minutes, we should probably join the other kids in the dining room.”

Liz started walking towards the dining room.

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Character: Tara/Sydney
Location: Dining Room
Others: Petra/Asher

“Yep,” Tara said. “I sure do know it. Everyone within five miles knows it, now. Honestly, it's not that hard to bite the pillow or something. But I get it. Something as big as that must be, destroying you, maybe you just don't think about things like that.”

“Okay! Enough of that! It's almost breakfast, and since I'm the one that's all “Miss Pink Panties Pure” over here, can I muscle my food past the gag reflex before, I don't know, something happens,” Sydney asked. Tara looked across the table at Sydney and shook her head.

“I guess.” She turned back to Petra. “I would be delighted to embarrass my brother further with you once we're done eating. He does turn the most vivid shade of pink.”

Sydney looked towards the kitchen where her mother and father were talking. She got up from the table and walked over. She looked around the kitchen for a moment before walking towards the door. “I'll go get him, like I do every Saturday.” Sydney walked over to Tucker's apartment and knocked on the door.

“Tucker! Are you in there?”

*****

Character: Elizabeth, Bud
Location: Kitchen
Others: Sydney

“We can't eat breakfast without Tucker. The other ones in there are going to start losing their minds if he doesn't hurry. And if that milk isn't drank, soon, by Tucker, my feelings will be hurt. And another thing. Sydney's ceremony. We need to sit down with her and plan that. I know she'll probably be nervous about it, like Tara was, but it has to happen. She doesn't get to be an adult and a virgin. No, she needs to be broken in, and she needs to decide to do it soon. You're going to have to talk to her about it.”

Sydney walked into the kitchen, then stormed out to retrieve Tucker.

“Just,” Liz sighed. “Just let her go. She's been up for quite a while already dealing with her egg business. She's probably just hungry...or maybe she just really, really needs to get laid. She'll probably be back with Tucker within a few minutes, we should probably join the other kids in the dining room.”

Liz started walking towards the dining room.

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Petra grinned and delicately placed the engorged organ back into its tight denim sheath and zipped it up. With the brass button secured, she patted the firm bulge affectionately and stood up straight with her hands held politely in her lap. Slowly, she leaned over to Asher and playfully bit his neck. The dumbfounded boy could only grin from ear to ear. She returned to her respectful position when Bud walked in.

The patriarch could smell the sexual tension in the air. His son sat between two gorgeous women; his goddess of a sister and the girl that now claimed the stud as her boyfriend. She’ll need to join the faith. Her desire and eagerness is very strong. He smelt the aroma of her sopping wet sex from across the room. He took his seat at the head of the table and sipped at a glass of ice water. All eyes were on him, as to be expected. “We’ll wait till Tucker sits at the table. It’s the polite thing to do.” He had another sip and set the glass down. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make fun of him,” he said with a wry smile.

Sydney drug Tucker into the dining room a moment later. “Corn fed” was a word often used to describe the tall and robust young man. He wore only a pair of tight black boxer shorts and seemed to be in a haze. Tucker didn’t look happy to be there but he smiled anyway. His little sister sat next to him, her face flushed and bright red. Her eyes seemed focused on the muscle-bound physique adjacent to her smaller and more petite body.

“Right, let’s begin with a prayer,” Bud said as he turned to his loving wife. “Honey, can’t you start us off?” They all began to hold hands as Elizabeth readied herself for the ancient ritual. Petra seemed confused and somewhat intimidated by the whole thing, but she held Asher’s hand affectionately anyway.

Once Elizabeth said the blessing, everyone began to eat. During the meal, conversation was minimal but once everyone finished eating, conversations resumed around the table.

Tara sat, watching her brothers and Petra. She didn't really know what to think about her. She seemed like a decent person. On one hand though, Tara saw her as muscling in on her territory, that being Asher. On the other, an extra girl that was “of age” might take some of the pressure off of her duties to her own family. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing because, Tara noted with a slight smile to herself, it would give her more time with her sweet, innocent sister to mutually pursue their illicit affair together. Tara looked over at Sydney, but tore her gaze away after only a few moments. Oh, Tara loved the guys, but there was just something about Syd. She was soft, smooth, and just way too cute. Her feelings of lust for her sister felt, on one hand, wrong, but on the other, there was a sense of exhilaration there that pulled her towards Sydney.

Elizabeth sat, watching her children and husband interact with each other, and she kept a particular eye on Petra. Not out of some sense that the girl couldn't be trusted, but more in an appraising manner to determine if she was the type of girl that Asher should be bringing home. Their church sect was very peculiar, with many particular rituals that would have to be observed by her if she became involved with the family at all. Oh, and she would definitely have to go to church. Liz smiled at the thought and memory of the girl claiming that she didn't appreciate Christianity that much. Perhaps it was just that she'd only known those “other” denominations and not theirs. The girl seemed wild, approachable, and maybe she could be influenced to join the church if Asher pitched it right. Liz smiled at the girl reassuringly at times, to make her feel comfortable. Perhaps it worked.

Sydney sat, eating and listening. Despite her usual boisterous attitude and personality, she was a silent eater and, despite the “family friendly” nature of the Saturday rituals, saw that breakfast was generally an obstacle to be overcome so that she could get back to work rather than an enjoyable, pleasant meal. Saturdays were, actually, the worst for her. It was Farmers' Market day. She would have to gather her wares after breakfast, load her trailer, hitch her trailer to the tractor, and then drive to the market. The market closed today at four, and it promised to be a warm day. She'd already decided on her clothes. White top tied in a knot, denim shorts, and cowboy boots. She finished her eggs quickly, moving to her toast next before finishing her bacon. She washed it all down with a glass of juice followed by a glass of water.

“All done, father. May I please be excused? It's Market Day.”