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Author’s Note

This book follows from Grampa's Junkyard Captive which covers Lulu's sister Sally-Anne's story, but can be read as a stand-alone.

My Sister Left to Grampa’s

Sally-Anne woke me in a panic.

“Help me out, Lulu, Pa’s making me go to Grampa’s to work at his junkyard and live there, too, and said I need to take dresses and tight tops. I got about two minutes. I need some of yours.”

My older sister, who’d always looked out for me, was leaving? What was going on? I jumped out of bed to help her out, stuffing clothes in her duffle bag. Sally-Anne was built like me, full all over, with big boobs, but she’d made the decision when she started filling out to cover up her figure with loose clothes. It didn’t prevent the bosses at each of her jobs from losing their minds over her body, and trying to have a feel for themselves. She’d just quit the last one yesterday when her boss got handsy.

I wore clothes that showed off my figure. Not because I wanted to. I hated how it made men look at me, and try to have a feel, like they did to my sister. I stayed home for the most part to avoid all that, but Pa insisted I wear clothes that didn’t hide what God gave me. I never told Sally-Anne that was why I dressed to show my charms. I knew she’d be mad on my behalf.

I would have liked to have more than a couple of minutes with her to find out what was going on, but she was whisked out the door as soon as she went downstairs. I ran out the front door to try to say goodbye, but the car was already leaving, so I sat on the front step, my heart pounding and heavy. Sally-Anne and I were close, and now I was left with Pa, my brother Luke, and Ma. And none of them stuck up for me like my sister did.

Ma came out, drying her hands on a dishtowel. She was built like us too, full and lush, but her heart wasn’t as full as her bosom.

“Don’t you cry for Sally-Anne. She’s going to live with Grampa. He’ll take care of her and give her a job and place to live. It’s what she needs. She’s been too full of herself, thinking she’s better than all the men who just wanted to have a little feel. Don’t make the same mistake she did, Lulu. You were given a plush body for one reason, and that’s to give men something to hold onto and sink in. That don’t mean you should be a slut. Just means if a man that has some rights to you wants to have a touch, you let them. I seen how your Pa has a feel of you now and then. You make sure and let him. Your brother, too. They’re your family, and if they want to enjoy your body, that’s their right. Anyhow, gives me a break from your Pa wanting to put his hands on me all the time. I’m gettin’ too old for that, and he’s not slowing down none. That man is just as randy as ever, and it was always a lot.”

She threw the dishtowel over her shoulder and gave me a thoughtful look.

“I think your brother’s the same. I don’t like how he’s spreading himself around all those girls at school. Better if he kept that at home. You keep that boy happy and occupied at home, and he won’t go running out on us to shack up with some floozy.”

I knew that Ma never gave this kind of advice to Sally-Anne. She would have told Ma off. Sally-Anne didn’t believe men should touch us without our consent. Well, she was naïve. Girls like us, with our kinds of curvy bodies, we attracted men like flies, and Ma was right. When a man had a right to you, he should be able to touch you. That’s what both Ma and Pa had been telling me since I started filling out last year, when I turned 19.

I didn’t like telling Sally-Anne what they taught me. She was so protective, and kept Pa from grabbing at me when she was around. But when she wasn’t, his hands were all over my boobs and ass.

So far, that’s all he’d done, and Luke, my twin, had taken a few feels himself recently. I didn’t like it, I just didn’t see how I could avoid it, and I preferred it was my dad and brother that did it than some boss who didn’t care for me like family did. That’s why I didn’t apply for any jobs once I was done school a few months ago. I wasn’t smart enough for college, neither. I think I could have been, but I preferred to spend my efforts on my drawing and painting. Those were my passions, not book reading or math. I spent hours with my drawing pads, sketching flowers in the backyard, or the mountains in the distance.

Ma and Pa seemed happy to have me just stay home. I helped out around the house, and Ma was freed up to work more hours at the thrift store. She liked being out of the house and talking to people.

Pa worked at odd jobs, so he was home a lot. He’d get a job where he’d work a lot for a couple of weeks, and make decent money, then not at all for a while. We got by, and I knew that even though they didn’t care if I worked, they hoped Luke would stay home when he finished College, and get a good job to support the family. I worried that Ma was right, though. He was popular with the girls, and I was sure a few of them hoped to baby-trap him. He said he was extra careful with using condoms, even when they begged him not to and promised they were on the pill.

I sighed, and went back inside. I grabbed my pencils and pad and sat out back on the sagging deck. I’d set up an old folding chair and rickety table here, to do my art. We lived in an old neighborhood where the houses weren’t great, but they were far apart from each other and had lots of woods around. I scrounged flower seeds where I could and planted up a garden so I had something to draw without leaving home.

I drew, and thought about what would happen to my sister. Grampa wasn’t the friendliest sort. I couldn’t understand why Pa would make her go work there instead of another job. And why did she have to live there? It was just across town, not that far. Would Sally-Anne try to escape? Would she come for me?

An hour later, Pa and Luke came home, and I ran in to ask what was going on.

“Pa, why’d you take Sally-Anne to Grampa’s junkyard? She was gonna look for another job.” I squeezed my hands together, worried about my sister. Ma might have been happy with this, but I knew that Grampa had a wandering eye just like Pa, and Sally-Anne would have her hands full with him.

“Don’t you fret, Lulu. She’s with family, and Grampa’s gonna take care of her good. He’s gonna teach her a woman’s place. She won’t be coming home for some time. He’s got her chained up and ain’t planning to bring her back ‘till Christmas.”

That didn’t sound good at all. I frowned and asked, “What do you mean, chained up?”

Pa and Luke laughed. “He’s got her shackled to the office so she can’t run off. She already tried once. It’s for the best, Lulu. She’s not as biddable as you, so learn from her mistakes. If you let me and Luke do as we like with you, we won’t need to treat you the same.”

Pa’s threat landed like a weight in my stomach. I didn’t want to be sent off to someone who’d chain me up, or even have Pa trap me like that. I liked to get outside and go for walks. Seemed the price for that was letting them do what they wanted to me. A few gropes here and there was worth it. Even if they ate at my soul.

“I’ll be good, Pa. You two can do what you want. Please don’t send me away or chain me.” Tears were in my eyes, and Pa softened. He strode over and pulled me to him for a hug.

“That’s good, Lulu. Now that Sally-Anne is gone, we can be more open with how we show you love. You’re my sweet angel, and I want you with me forever. You’re gonna stay at home with us, aren’t you darlin’”? He didn’t ask it like I had the option of saying no. More like he was confirming it.

“I won’t leave you, Pa. Not ever.” Where would I go, anyways?

Pa Checks Me Out and Ma Gives Me Over

He stroked my hair, and his other hand stroked down my back, until it landed on my full butt. He started to rub circles on both cheeks, then squeezed one side hard.

“That’s right, angel. You belong to me and Luke, and we’re gonna start having more fun with you. Isn’t that right, Luke?”

Luke was coming out of the kitchen, stuffing his face with a sandwich as usual. He was tall and strong, ...