Free Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story by Virginia Wade

Chapter One
     
     
     
    Okay, so I didn’t exactly do well in my first
semester of college. I hadn’t been prepared for how stressful it
was going to be and how distracting my suitemates were with their
nonstop partying into the early hours of every morning. I had
gotten caught up in their crazy shenanigans, and my grades had
suffered as a consequence. I thought my parents were going to have
coronaries when they saw my transcript. The school was threatening
to put me on academic probation. If my grades didn’t improve next
semester, I would be facing an entirely different reality.
    My sister, Porsche, invited me to spend
Christmas with her and her new husband Mike at their recently
constructed home in Rhododendron, Oregon. It was about as isolated
as it could be, miles from the road, surrounded by gorgeous
mountain views. I needed a break, having barely survived finals
week and the nonstop partying. I was hung over the first day at the
house, and, admittedly, I didn’t see much of it, collapsing on a
guest bed. I slept straight through until the next morning, waking
feeling better than I had in weeks. I’d slept in jeans and a
long-sleeved shirt, and, after using the bathroom, I found Porsche
in the kitchen, with Daisy in a highchair.
    “Well, good morning to you,” she said
cheerfully. “Did you sleep enough? You must’ve been exhausted.”
    “I was.” The kitchen was open to the family
room, which had an enormous fireplace constructed of multi-colored
rock. The mantel was a thick piece of stained oak. “Is there
coffee?”
    “Yeah, on the counter. Help yourself.”
    My sister had been kidnapped years ago while
on a camping trip to Lost Lake. We had agonized for months
wondering what had happened to her, and then, to our relief, we
discovered that she was alive and well. Sasquatches had been
responsible for her disappearance. None of us believed it at first,
until Dr. Haynes of the Fallen Institute and several government
lackeys in business suits arrived to talk to us. We had been shown
photos and sworn to secrecy to protect the Bigfoots.
    I remembered those pictures. I thought the
Sasquatches looked disgusting with their black eyes, noses, and
mouths. They were staggeringly tall and covered in course brown
hair, which looked messy and matted. For the life of me, I could
not understand how my sister had wanted to stay with them. She had
given birth to a male Sasquatch several years ago, and then she had
Daisy.
    Now, Mike was another story. When she had
first brought him home, I had been jealous, because he was a
handsome guy, who looked like he had just stepped off the front
page of Outdoor Life magazine. The muscular physique, the
chiseled cheekbones, and the week’s worth of stubble gave him a
rugged, sexy look. Compared to him, all the guys I had dated were
thin and pampered, with little or no life experience, and their
personalities were nothing but ego and bravado. Mike was a real
man, through and through. My sister was one lucky girl.
    I poured coffee and sat at a solid oak table,
that looked rustic, yet the chairs were smooth and comfortable.
“What’s there to do around here?”
    “Cross country skiing and snowmobiling.”
    “Fun.” Wow. It’s gonna be the great
outdoors all week .
    Porsche had her hair in a ponytail with
little wispy strands falling free around her face. She was dressed
in jeans and a sweater, with a pair of UGGs on her feet. “I have to
go to town later. You can come with me, if you want.”
    The holidays were nearly upon us, and I had
yet to buy Daisy a present. “Okay. Sounds good.”
    A door slammed, and Mike appeared. He’d come
in through the mudroom. “Good morning, Lena.”
    I turned to look at him. “Hey.”
    He was dressed in scuffed boots and a dark
brown jacket. Snowflakes dusted his shoulders. He kissed Porsche.
“How are my girls?”
    “We’re having breakfast.”
    “I see.”
    Porsche fed Daisy from a small jar of baby
food. “She loves Tutti Frutti