*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. If that fact bothers you, then quit reading now.
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Laci Meyers came to, a horrible taste in her mouth and an incessant pounding in her head. She tried to open her eyes and couldn't. Her jaws ached; Laci had a bad habit of grinding her teeth in her sleep.
Her bladder was full. Her bladder threatened to explode at any moment. The tempurpedic mattress was soft, yielding and comforting. That plushness did not lend itself to a speedy exit, though.
Laci almost screamed when she realized that there was an arm across her middle. There was also a warm, hard body behind her, pressing against her. There were bits and pieces of the warm, hard form touching against bits and pieces of her nude body.
"I'm naked!?" Laci realized.
She also realized that the warm hard body was her baba. It was his muscled arm across her middle, touching her nude body. Again, Laci felt panic welling up inside of her; those warm bits and pieces of flesh touching her nude bits and pieces of flesh were also nude; Baba was naked. Baba was naked, lying in bed with her and touching her naked body.
The need, the urgency to pee was overwhelming now. Laci finally forced her eyes open but that didn't help as the room was pitch black. Baba had put light-blocking curtains on the windows of their apartment.
Laci bit back her scream of frustration as she tried to wiggle to the edge of the mattress. Finally, she did break free of Baba's arm. With a real urgency now, she made her way out from under the blanket and comforter and flat sheet to the edge of the mattress.
Laci's bladder nearly burst as she stepped onto the floor; obviously this bed was a few inches taller than her bed at home. She stumbled, then righted herself with the help of the low dresser.
"Shit, door, door, door," Laci muttered and opened the closet door. "Damn it! Door, door, door, Jesus, Baba, where's the door?"
Laci was sure she was going to pee on herself by the time she found the door of the room. Turning right, she found the kitchen. Turning left, she finally found the door of the bathroom. Rushing in, Laci was grateful for the nightlight that softly illuminated the way to the commode.
"Oh God," Laci gasped as she released a torrent of urine into the bowl.
Sitting upright hurt her head. Leaning forward made her nauseous. Finally, the flood of urine ceased and Laci slumped against the wall, relieved.
"Lace, come on, huh?" Bruce said, jostling her, waking her from her nap.
"Go away, butt head," Laci complained, shutting her eyes against the harsh bathroom light.
"Laci, come on; I'm about to pee on myself here," Bruce complained.
"Baba!" Laci shrieked, trying to cover her nude body with her hands. "Go away! I'm, I'm naked!"
"And? Me too, come on, move," Bruce said.
Laci looked up and almost shrieked again. Bruce Thompson, her cousin was indeed unclothed. His chest was broad and muscled; he even had a few sprigs of light brown chest hairs. A trail of hairs travelled down to his belly, down over his crotch.
Laci had seen pornography, had also looked through the medical tomes of the school library. Pictures and videos didn't compare with the sight of Bruce's very real penis and testicles. Laci stared at his thick member as she blotted her pussy dry.
"'Bout time, butt hole," Bruce teased her as she wiggled off of the toilet.
"Baba! I'm right here, right here," Laci complained again as Bruce did not wait for her to finish washing her hands before lifting the toilet seat and losing a very noisy torrent of urine into the bowl.
"And? Lace, we live together now; we're going see each other a lot," Bruce said. "Means, we're going see stuff we don't want see."
"And, why are we naked?" Laci demanded, covering her breasts with her right forearm and her pussy with her left hand.
"Uh? Truth or dare?" Bruce asked, giving his cock a shake.
"Truth or what?" Laci asked.
"Last night? After what, second or third drink? You wanted to play truth or dare," Bruce said, wiping the rim of the bowl with a wad of toilet paper, then flushing the commode.
"And?" Laci asked, still covering her breasts with her forearm and her pubic hair with her left hand.
"I said 'dare' and you dared me get naked. So, of course, first time you said dare, after like a million truths in a row, I dared you get naked," Bruce said, washing his hands.
"And then what'd we do?" Laci asked quietly, dreading the answer.
"Nothing; you got really stupid drunk and then passed out," Bruce admitted, patting his hands dry.
"So what we going do now?" Laci asked.
"I'm going back to bed; you can stay up you want to," Bruce said and left the bathroom.
Laci followed Bruce's tight backside back to their bedroom. She got into bed again and wiggled underneath the fluffy blanket and comforter. She stayed as far away from Bruce as the bed would allow.
The taste in her mouth was horrendous. Her jaw ached; apparently she'd been grinding her teeth again. Thankfully, her headache was just a dull throb now.
Cinnamon rolls. Laci smelled cinnamon rolls. She remembered picking up the tube and begging and pleading and whining with Baba for them. He had smiled and grabbed the six pack of Burns & Burns Supreme Cinnamon Rolls.
"They're going suck," Laci had muttered. "These are the Pillsbury; we know Pillsbury's the best."
"These suck? I'll come back and get the Pillsbury," Bruce had promised.
Laci turned on the bedside lamp and squinted at the harsh light. She found the dresser drawer that held her tee shirts and pulled out a pale pink tee shirt. She wiggled into the shirt, then found a pair of pink panties. They were nylon; felt silky, sexy on her. Her last act was to find her Tigger slippers, right there at the edge of the bed.
"Aw, was going bring you breakfast in bed," Bruce smiled when Laci shuffled into the kitchen.
"Oh. Okay," Laci giggled and hurried back to the bedroom.
She quickly got into the bed and feigned sleep. Bruce entered the room a moment later and put the wooden tray onto the low dresser.
"Hey, sleepy head," Bruce crooned into her ear
"Hmm? Oh! Is it morning already?" Laci asked, stretching.
"Uh, yeah," Bruce said, eyes firmly on Laci's tee shirt clad breasts.
Laci sat up and arranged her pillows. Bruce placed the wooden tray across her legs and kissed her softly on her lips. She smiled up at him and craned for a second kiss.
"Love you, Baba," Laci said, grabbing the mug of coffee.
"Careful; that's hot," Bruce cautioned.
"Coffee? Is hot?" Laci asked, face a mask of shock.
"Smart ass," Bruce chuckled.
"Rather be a smart ass than a dumb ass," Laci retorted.
"Uh huh; the dumb ass was one got up and made the coffee, right?" Bruce asked, leaving the bedroom.
"Never said that," Laci defended. "Hey! Why's there only half a roll here?"
"Five to a can; we get two and a half each, butt hole," Bruce replied, entering the bedroom again with his own tray in hand.
"Pillsbury's got six in a can; we'd both get three each if you'd gotten the ones I wanted," Laci insisted.
