Thread: In the name of the Father (BowenMarshXRayven)

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 wasnt 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 mamas got breakfast ready! Time to wake up! From the stairwell he couldnt 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. 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 Elizabeths eyes with full intent. Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. I think thats 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 its not too much to ask, Id love to eat dinner with your family, if youll 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. Tara was a big fucking tease but thats 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 Gods 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.