Tanya comes over

A few minutes after dinner, Matt heard a knock on the door.

"Tanya."

"Yeah. Turns out Natasha's dad is a pervert, too."

"He's fucking Natasha?"

"Nah. He just figured I owed him rent. Paid on my back."

"Oh. Shit."

"Yeah. I suppose you want to know why I didn't go to Justin's."

"Yeah, no. That wouldn't have crossed my mind."

"His mother doesn't like me."

"You're kidding. You're the only good thing he's got going for him."

"He can throw a football. In our world, you don't need anything more than that."

"Anyway, you're welcome here." He gestured to the screens that had formerly turned the dining room into Karen's bedroom. "We can put those back and you can have Karen's old bedroom."

"You know, Matt, I sort of don't want to be alone. I was taking a nap and he walked in on me with his wrinkly old dick hanging down and..." she threw herself into his arms.

He patted her back, being careful not to succumb to the temptation to slide his hands down to her sweet ass. "It's okay, Tanya. Only... you know the three of us are already sharing a bed."

"I can sleep at the foot of the bed."

"My mom already sleeps there."

"You dog. You've turned your mom into your cum-dump, haven't you. Shit, Matt. That is so hot. I'll sleep on your other side from your sister."

"We... normally play around before going to sleep. Do you want me to call you when we're done."

"Considering I've been following you with a camera, big guy, I don't think you'll shock me with anything you do. And if you do, well, probably just as well that I learn it now."

"Is Justin going to kill us?"

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I'm not that crazy."

"Neither am I. Let's go tell your mom and sister you have a new roommate."

"Good idea."