>Lemy came down the stairs on a Sunday morning and yawned. His sister, Loli, knelt before the couch, lifted the fringe, and looked underneath. “Daddy?” she asked.
>Ignoring her, Lemy went into the kitchen, crossed to the pantry, and opened the door, then jumped back with a cry of alarm. His father was huddled inside, his knee drawn to his chest. “D-Dad?” Lemy asked bemusedly.
>”Shut the door,” Dad hissed.
>”What are you doing in there?”
>”Dad looked nervously around. “Hiding.”
>”From who?”
>”Loli,” Dad said. “She’s driving me nuts. I can’t go two minutes without her trying to ride my dick. It’s raw and chafed and I haven’t slept in days.”
>The Loud family was oversexed by nature, but even by their standards, Loli was a nympho. She was constantly bouncing on Dad’s lap or fucking herself and moaning his name.
>Lemy thought for a second, then grinned. “Remember all those times I asked you to share your harem with me and you said no?”
>Dad’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare.”
>Cupping his hand to his mouth, Lemy called over his shoulder. “Hey, Loli, I found him!”
>”Daddy???”
>”You little bastard,” Dad said.
>”Have fun, pops,” Lemy said and walked away just as Loli rushed in. The last thing he heard was his Dad’s long suffering groan.