Naked on Summer Vacation: Sissy Summer Camp (13 Chapters)

[EddieDavidson]

I had already begun to regret agreeing to eat off the floor. It isn’t easy, and it is very messy to remain on all fours and just dunk your nose and mouth into a mushy bowl of food.

My Aunt made me some Beef Chunky soup that I could lap up together with soft mashed potatoes. She cooled it so I didn’t burn my face when I dunked my nose and mouth in it to slurp it up. It was humiliating to eat it that way but I thanked her and she smiled at me. My Aunt Sam looked proud of me for eating on the floor. It was so different then the sadistic grin that Blair gave me while she watched me eat off the floor. My Aunt told me that I could wear my panties while I ate because “I don’t want to see your little poo hole winking at me at the dinner table,” she joked with a wry expression.

She let Buddy, Lewis and I take an extra-long bubble bath while she got herself ready for tonight. She put on a lot of makeup and teased out her hair with curls. She looked more like a red-headed Bernadette Peters than a red-headed Samantha Stevens from Bewitched. My Aunt wore a very sexy skin tight black dress with a slit down the side and four-inch pumps. Liz and Ann didn’t stay long once they arrived. They were running behind as they often did. They were both dressed very provocatively and excited about a night of drinking and fun at the local hangout bar.

I heard Liz say, “Fuck Captain Hiram’s, we should go to Cocoa tonight and work at Lido’s Cabaret!”

“Strip?” Ann seemed surprised.

“Yeah bitch, you look hot as hell, and you are going to strip anyway for some guy. You might as well get paid!” Liz smirked. She thought we couldn’t overhear her. “If my husband wants to fish, there is no reason I can’t have a little fun too!”

“While the mice are away, the cats will play,” Ann meowed like a sexy kitten in heat.

“If you take my class next year Jenny,” Mrs. Sonneborne noticed I was standing nearby and eavesdropping “Then what happened on Summer break stays on Summer Break! I would deny any of this ever happened.”

“It isn’t nice to eavesdrop, Jenny! Take off your panties and stand in the corner. You have twenty minutes!” My Aunt pointed, and I immediately apologized and obeyed after curtsying to the ladies.

“I wish my daughter would behave like that. All you have to do is snap your fingers, and she jumps!” Liz chuckled at how compliant and easy to manage I was.

“Bring her over, and we can work something out,” my Aunt smiled like a shark waiting for a morsel sized fish to drop down into their tank so they can devour it.

“Hah, she is already Blair’s age and even more stubborn! She won’t even be seen with me in public much less do what I tell her,” Liz said.

My Aunt nodded and said she understood but that she’d be happy to crack open her daughter’s engine and have a look at the trouble. Liz smiled at the thought but clearly wasn’t serious about discipline. They left shortly afterward. I wasn’t sure if they were going to Captain Hiram’s or Lido’s Cabaret.

Blair waited for the car to drive away before hustling Buddy and Lewis off to bed. She gave me a sexy outfit to wear and told me to put it on and get my make up on. “You will help at the party, and if you are good I’ll let you participate in some of the games later,” Blair talked to me just like the condescending way she talked to Buddy and Lewis.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said. I knew better than to argue with her since she was in charge, but I was only supposed to wear panties at all times at home, and it upset me that I was already breaking a very consistent rule that my Aunt had created.

Blair’s friend Julie arrived, and Blair put her to work cleaning up and trying to prepare for the party. They had chips and Kool-Aid but no alcohol. Blair was very concerned that Jack and Bruce would not come through on the booze. “If he doesn’t have enough booze, then I am going to tell him, Jack, I am not going to go all the way tonight!” Blair stuck up her nose and shook her head like a spoiled brat.

“I don’t know why you agreed to fuck him at all. We could keep stringing those two losers along all summer and then find Seniors next year to take their place,” Julie said with a sadistic grin.

“I was drinking pretty heavily, and I promised, but I don’t have to deliver. I can find ways out of it. I can tell him I have my period or pretend to pass out,” Blair seemed proud of her deception.

“What’s this fartknocker doing listening to our conversation?” Julie saw that I was dressed like I was going to the party and looked disgusted.

“Relax,” Blair winked at her. “Jenny is going to serve at the party and bring everyone their drinks. The trick is you don’t want a total dog at the party like Lori Donaldson to gross out the guys, but you want a non-threatening girl like Jenny to make the rest of us look better. She has a flat chest and is way too young for them, perfect!” Blair explained why she wanted me at the party. I felt used and disgusted but strangely still happy to be at a party for big kids. I was angry. She made fun of Lori as well since I liked Lori. It seemed fine for George to make fun of her because she didn’t let it bother her, but when Blair made rude comments about Lori, it just seemed mean.

“Yeah, but Jenny is a dude,” Julie looked at me like I was shit under her shoe.

“Even better,” Blair smirked. “If they do get curious and want to play they’ll grab a set of nuts,” Blair reminded me not to talk to anyone unless they talk to me first other than to curtsy and to acknowledge the orders I had been given. Blair told her friend not to worry and asked what other girls were confirmed to come to the party.

“Mandy Sonneborne will be here,” Julie said. They both didn’t seem to like her, but apparently, she qualified as just hot enough not to be a threat to them and not too gross either. I knew that must be Liz’s daughter. The one she said was just as rude as Blair. This was shaping up to be a scary night.

“That’s the only other girl, right?” Blair asked Julie, and when her friend confirmed it, she said, “Good, I don’t want too much competition. If Jack does what I think he will do, he’ll invite a bunch of guys over, and I can make them all jealous and fight over me.”

“Fight over US,” Julie corrected her friend.

“Yeah, fight over us,” Blair agreed, but I could tell she didn’t care about Julie either. In fact, while Julie was a pretty girl, she wasn’t as attractive as Blair, and I think that is why Blair liked her.

It wasn’t long before people started showing up that I had never met before. They were definitely already in high school. I had been forbidden from answering the door normally, but Blair told me to greet everyone and curtsy at the door.

Five older guys had arrived but still no alcohol. Blair was starting to get nervous. She turned up the radio and tried to keep everyone distracted. She ordered me to walk around with a tray of chips and Kool-Aid, but no one had come to this party for that. The only parties I had ever been to were ones with presents, ice cream, and cake. This one was shaping up to be really disappointing, and everyone looked angry.

Mandy arrived after it got dark. She looked at me like I was a snail and she was a salt shaker. She looked just like her mother except younger. She had long dark hair and with her upturned nose and tanned skin looked a bit like the actress Mila Kunis that played Jackie Burkhart on that 70’s show.

She ignored me and pushed past me to head straight for Blair. The two of them pretended to be the best of friends and hugged. However, they both had ice-cold stares in their eyes the moment they turned their backs on one another.

I suddenly felt ashamed to be a girl if that was what it involved when you get older.

Jack and Bruce were late arrivals to the party. “Party Patrol in the house,” they said as they introduced a guy they called “Blaze.” Blaze was easily as old if not older than my Aunt Samantha. He was balding and wore a sports jacket. He apparently sold cars somewhere nearby and had brought not only all the wine coolers the girls could drink but serious hard liquor. They had bottles of vodka, schnapps, and bourbon as well as things to mix them with. Blaze seemed like he might have been the living embodiment of Leisure Suit Larry.

Blair seemed shocked - especially that an older man was at the party. Jack smiled and pointed at her, “Tonight is the night, babe!”

Blair smiled back, although it was clear from her expression she was having second thoughts. Blaze also had a girl with him that was much younger than he was.

Her name was Betty Finch, and she was Blair and Mandy’s age. She had long blonde hair and huge tits that stuck straight out under her tight little clothes. She immediately sucked all of the attention out of the room and placed it on herself when she walked in.

She looked like the all-American girl next door perfect cheerleader type. Do you know those old movies like “H.O.T.S” where the sorority girls have some blonde hair, blue eyed girl that leads the team? That was Betty. She seemed so flirtatious and giggly, and she just exuded a kind of easy sexuality that flowed from her naturally. She smiled and winked at me, and I turned to Jell-O inside. If I had to compare her to an actress, I would say a blonde Ann Sophia-Robb or Lindsey Lohan as she had a cute patch of freckles and a beautiful upturned nose.

Blair did not like her at all. Betty was much hotter than Blair, and all the attention was on Betty. Betty was also the life of the party, and everyone wanted her attention and approval.

I was shocked she was dating a man so much older.

“What is the Crypt-Keeper doing here with his blonde bimbo?” Blair demanded of Jack. She obviously thought Blaze was old, but she did not have Betty at the party.

“Relax, Blaze has weed, money, booze. He is very cool! We met him on the beach. He was walking down the beach handing out cans of Coors from a case of beer, and we asked him if he wanted to party!” Jack said breezily and tried to calm my cousin down. Once liquor began to flow, and people were having fun, everyone started to smile and dance around and mingle.

Blair stared daggers directly at Betty, but Betty didn’t pay any attention at all. She giggled and wiggled. I took note of how she moved and effortlessly glided through the room. She brushed off random pinches and gropes and even at times seemed to encourage them rather than look annoyed. I wanted to BE Betty at that point. She was female sexuality personified -young, free, playful, beautiful and flirtatious.

Blair tried to play several boys against one another for her attention, but she was not having a lot of luck because not only was Betty soaking up the attention, but her rival Mandy seemed determined to “cock block.”

I learned that term that night. Mandy would wait until Blair was flirting and then get in the middle and say something that would prevent the guy from continuing to flirt with Blair. Blair and Mandy did it back and forth to one another all night.

Julie, on the other hand, disappeared into Blair’s bedroom with Bruce and Jack for a little while. When she returned, Blair yelled at her and almost kicked her out of the party for “abandoning her with all these cunts running around.”

“You had Jenny!” Julie offered me sarcastically in her place as Blair’s right-hand.

Blair looked at me angrily and in frustration at the party when the party was not going the way she wanted. She instructed me to raise my skirt all the way up to expose my panties.

“Who wants to see ME make my cousin Jenny take off her panties?” she said to the group of guys. They cheered the idea as I held my skirt up high enough they could see the lacey panties I had on. This was a rowdy group of guys and none of them saw any harm in my flashing. Blair made it sound like it was good old fashioned fun.

She pointed, and I curtsied and said, Yes Ma’am as I wiggled out of them and neatly folded them. Blair made me raise my skirt again and told everyone that I would do anything she wants. “She is my personal slave! I am taking requests!” she teased.

Someone suggested I remove my skirt entirely and another person said to remove my top.

My Cousin told me to strip completely, and I did as I was told and curtsied. I began to turn beet red as all eyes were on me, and I realized so many of these older boys had no idea I was really a boy.

“C’mon guys, strip naked? How about something creative? Would you like me to make her into a puppy? who wants to see the tricks my puppy can do?” Blair asked, and she tapped her hands on her thigh like she was calling me over to her.

She was doing it in a playful but mean way, but since they were drinking and thinking they were looking at a naked girl, the guys didn’t ask a lot of questions.

Blair told me to fetch my dog collar and come out of her bedroom on all fours. I obliged and quickly did as I was told. It was deeply humiliating, but I knew better than to disobey.

“Dog catcher, Dog catcher,” Julie and Blair sang Atomic Dog by George Clinton as they introduced me walking on all fours. They made me sit up and beg and stick my tongue out with my hands in front of me. Julie and Blair made me roll over and threw marshmallows at my mouth. They would chide me for everyone I miss and laugh. Mandy threw marshmallows but she intentionally tried to hit me in the face. She also like to throw them far away so I’d have to crawl after them while everyone giggled.

Blair had momentarily taken over as the most popular girl at the party by virtue of the spectacle of my performing as a dog. Mandy and Julie pet my head and played with me too. Mandy wanted to make me go outside and piss and shit like a dog on the lawn and began giggling at the prospect of seeing that I would do it. The only reason Blair didn’t make me was she didn’t want Mandy to have the satisfaction of coming up with the idea.

“Want to see me slap her face?” Blair asked. I knew I was about to get a severe face slapping from all of the girls.

“Who are you? Adolf Titler?” Betty joked at Blair and the giggling stopped immediately. With one quick and witty barb Betty had deflated the entire situation and Blair looked ashamed. Blair was normally so confident and yet I could tell that Betty’s presence made her insecure on every level.

I was no longer a source of potential amusement to Blair and her friends. Blair told everyone that she would take other requests and solicited ideas for using me but her moment to be the life of the party had faded. I was quite thankful to Betty for her off-handed comment. If she hadn’t said what she did then I was certain Blair would have thought of even more sadistic uses for me.

On my cousin’s orders I remained on all fours sniffing the carpet and pretending to be a dog in the nude. Most people ignored me and continued drinking, laughing and dancing.

Betty squatted down next to me and tapped my collar. “I like it,” she said of the spiked collar. I felt like I was going to melt from nervousness when she spoke to me. She was like a combination of Marylin Monroe and an angel of titty all in one place.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said.

She smiled and asked me why I was doing whatever my cousin told me.

“I am on restriction. I have to do whatever she tells me tonight, Ma’am,” I said.

“Wow, that is kind of hot. Anything at all?” Betty’s radiant eyes sparkled mischievously as she implied there were things so naughty even she may be reluctant to do them.

“Anything, Ma’am,” I repeated.

Blair told Betty to get away from her puppy.

“I was just talking to your cute little puppy. I just wanted to know why she is on restriction,” Betty smiled at Blair like she had no idea why Blair would have a problem with her. I could tell Betty was used to other girls being jealous of her.

“My mom put her on restriction because she is a rude little pervert. This is so she can see how it feels to be stared at!” she said. Betty looked at me to confirm if this was true.

“Yes, I was rude, perverted and crude, Ma’am. This is to address my shortcomings and make me a better person by making me appreciate having privacy and to be able to do whatever I want by taking those choices away from me,” I explained.

“Damn, I wish my mom was that cool,” Betty seemed to think this was the neatest thing in the world.

Blaze said he’d be happy to talk to her mom for her about it when they got home.

“Oh thank you, Daddy,” Betty said, and then she french kissed him as she stood up. I wasn’t sure what kind of situation they had or if he was really her father, but my dick became uncomfortably hard despite being taped and tucked.

“Ma’am, may I be excused for a moment,” I begged Blair to let me go check my tape and fix myself.

“No puppy, you can play spin the bottle with us,” she said.

They had a bottle of peach brandy that nobody really liked drinking that they used to spin.

They began playing where whoever spun the bottle got to kiss the person it landed on. That person would get to spin next. If that person passed, then the original spinner would get to spin again. Naturally, with so many dudes at the party, the spin went back to Blair. She wouldn’t open her mouth, and French kiss them, but it did work to make Jack somewhat jealous.

When the bottle landed on Mandy, my cousin, Blair passed.

“You can’t pass; you were the original spinner!” The guys wanted to see two girls kiss, and they kept chanting.

Blair and Mandy smooched in a very unsatisfying way, and the guys wouldn’t accept that. They finally kissed, and the guys liked that.

“Get over here and sit,” Blair told me. She had waited to lose her turn before letting me participate in the game. I think she wanted to make sure the bottle wouldn’t land on me when she spun it. I was still naked from earlier but allowed to sit approximately to how a dog would sit on his butt.

Mandy spun, and when it landed on Jack, she smiled right at Blair and leaned in and gave him a very deep soul kiss down his throat. It was hot.

Blair said that Mandy had cheated and purposely spun the bottle so that it would land on Jack and the two of them looked like they were going to fight.

Blaze was the peacemaker who stopped them from fighting and let Jack have his spin.

Jack spun the bottle, and it landed on Betty. He looked at Blaze to see if it was okay and Blaze gave him the thumbs up. Betty kissed him hard and asked if the stakes could be raised to at least “Blowjobs” to make this game a little more interesting.

That excited the boys a lot more than the girls. My cousin Blair said “Slutever!” like it was no big deal. That was a play on the word “Whatever”. I thought it was funny and laughed but no one else laughed.

The guys were excited but they weren’t sure if the girls would actually follow through. There was all this tension in the room as they talked about it.

“Yeah, but if two dudes get each other, it isn’t fair,” one of the guys said. Another one insisted that girls couldn’t just pass if they didn’t like the girl. “You have to suck the dick you get!”

I don’t know why I did this. Okay, I know why I spoke up. I am a know it all who is always trying to come up with ways to make things better or more efficient, and I can’t help myself.

“Why don’t the girls take turns spinning the bottle but the only people who are around the bottle are guys. Every girl spins, and we go in order that way,” I said.

“I love it! You are so smart!” Betty tee-heed, and that was all it took to adopt my sweeping idea to the game. Blair glared at me like my head was going to roll after tonight. I felt bad that I had spoken up because my cousin had explicitly ordered me not to speak until spoken too. I knew I should be punished for that. I knew better than to ask, though.

The girls lined up in order with Betty going first.

All the guys were in the circle, and she bent over at the waist to reveal her cleavage to the guys and then spun the bottle hard. She picked some random guy and told him it was his “Lucky day.” She took him over to the side of the room and unzipped his pants with her teeth and Betty began to suck his cock right there in my Aunt’s living room. I had never seen anything like it. She took the entire length of his prick with just her mouth and made it disappear like my Aunt had the ice cream cone she bought earlier in the week.

Blair said that it should be done in private in a closet, but Betty didn’t listen.

I was standing in line with the other girls. Blair pushed me forward to spin next. I definitely didn’t want to suck a dick. I spun and got Blaze.

“Wow, so where is this closet,” Blaze smiled at me.

Blair said that it was fine if he wanted me to suck his cock in the living room.

I looked at Blair like she couldn’t be serious, but naturally, she was. Julie glowered at me, and so did Mandy. Mandy didn’t like me anymore than the other three. I just rubbed her wrong, or maybe she just hated most girls.

Blaze took me by the hand and led me over to the Mama-San chair. He sat down and leaned back and waited for me to do the work.

He could see I had no idea what to do.

“Don’t tell me this is your first blowjob?” he smiled at me.

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“I’ll make it easier for you, I’ll take it out,” Blaze told me he had trained Betty well, and she could unzip his pants with her teeth and pull his cock out without her hands. I tried to do the same without hands. The fact I ate off the floor that way had prepared me to suck it up like a Ravioli. His cock tasted like stale piss and old leather. It looked tiny, but his balls were massive and droopy. I sucked on those, and he smiled and stiffened. He told me he did a lot of cocaine and he couldn’t normally get it up. He was not rock hard.

I could hear guys cheering at the girls they got in the spin the bottle game and even a few of the girls asking for a re-spin.

“Can I milk you?” I finally said out of frustration when I noticed he wasn’t getting hard enough to cum.

“Be my guest,” Blaze looked like he liked that idea.

I gave him a handjob the way I normally gave myself one, but I used my spit. I twisted my hand around his shaft and stroked him at a medium pace just like I liked it. It took a while, but finally, he came. It began to drip down his penis.

Blaze looked at me as if he were asking me to eat it, but he didn’t want to say it.

“Do you mind if I eat you out?” I asked with a very earnest and innocent smile on my face. I didn’t know that term only applied to pussy, and I thought it meant I could eat his cum.

He chuckled and told me that would be a first.

I licked up his cum tenderly, dabbing it with my tongue, and enjoying the flavor. It tasted different than my own cum. It was thinner and sour.

Betty was standing over me and looking down. She smiled and told me to open my mouth wide. She looked and said, “All gone! You did what I can’t even do,” she smiled and told me she hadn’t been able to make Blaze cum for weeks.

“It is the cocaine, it isn’t you,” Blaze assured her.

“I know, I just made three guys cum in the time it took you to blow your load once. You ready to blow this popsicle stand, baby?” She asked what I assumed may have been her father or her boyfriend.

“Yeah, baby, where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Is there still time to go to Lido’s Cabaret? I think that the manager that doesn’t ID is working tonight. I’d like to make a little cash,” she smiled at Blaze.

“Baby, I got all the cash you need,” Blaze assured her.

Betty told him that she needed “All the cash in the world” and said she wasn’t going to stop until then. She squatted down real close to me. Close enough that I could feel her breath on my shoulder. Then she leaned over me and rubbed her body close to mine like a snake wrapping herself around me. She lowered her head onto Blaze’s spent cock and pushed it back into his pants and zipped it up neatly. She kissed me as she rose, and I opened my mouth.

Betty was my first real French Kiss. It blew my mind on so many levels. There was this electricity to her tongue and the fact that her breath smelled like cum only made it seem hotter. She reached down between my legs and began to finger me only she couldn’t find a hole. She seemed surprised until she tapped my penis.

I thought she would rat me out or freak out. She whispered in my ear, “You naughty, naughty boy. You had even me fooled. Wait until Blaze finds out a tranny boy sucked him off. He is going to be angry. Do you think he’ll put me on restriction if I tell him?” she sounded so sexy as she whispered the question like she could think of nothing better than to be punished.

I couldn’t say anything. I was squirting cum in her hand as she held my taped cock. She let me cum in her hand and left it there and then brought it up to her face. She sucked it into her mouth. I thought she was going to swallow my cum. She opened her mouth and kissed it back into my mouth. I kissed it back into hers and then she dabbed it onto my tongue before licking it back off and blowing a bubble with it and swallowing it.

“Go tape yourself up, slugger. Do you go to Vero Beach High next year?” she asked me in the sexiest voice that I’ve ever heard.

“I don’t think so Ma’am,” I said awkwardly as I tried not to collapse from the overstimulation of my entire body and mind and the sudden explosive orgasm.

“You like to be dominated. I like that. I could be Mistress Betty to you, and you could eat me out after I fuck half the football team. Would you like that, Jenny?” she said.

She KNEW MY NAME!! I mean not my real name but she knew my FAKE NAME! I wanted that more than anything. I told her so.

“Well, let’s hope you get Lucky next year and come to my school, bye, for now, baby,” Betty said, and with that, she wiped some of my cum from her lip and sucked it up. She took Blaze by the hand and left with him. I never saw them again.

I stumbled through the darkened room. The girls had turned down the lights so they could suck cocks and boys were doing other things with them. The pretense of spin the bottle was now completely over, and they were all just going at it. I don’t know how they divided up, but there were more boys than girls at the party. I didn’t see any guys having sex with each other, so I assumed that some girls were doing more than one boy at a time.

I could not see it, but I could tell that Blair was getting fucked and she wasn’t enjoying it. I could also tell it wasn’t Jack because Jack was fucking Mandy and I could see their asses going up and down.

I stumbled over people into the bedroom.

I was so overwrought with what had just happened that I tied my wrist to the bedpost and hid out under the bed all night while I listened to the sound of lusty sex and laughing in the living room.

I felt like a coward for not going back out there and trying to help with the party, but at the same time, I knew this was not the place for me.

That night I fell asleep with dreams of sex with more than one person and Betty in my head.

That morning when I awoke, I was still tied to the bedpost. I could hear shouting in the living room, and it was not pleasant. I untied my wrist even though I knew I should wait until they come to get me. I was too curious about what was happening.

I was afraid I was in trouble and maybe my parents were here.

I put on my panties and walked into the living room.

The house was trashed. There were beer cans and empty liquor bottles everywhere. Cigarette butts and ashtrays had been overturned. They had burned holes in the carpet and couch with their cigarettes. There was garbage and some broken glass here and there. Someone had taken my magic marker and wrote “Best Party Ever” on the couch.

Another person wrote, “Blair is a whore,” on the wall and it was in a girl’s handwriting. Right under that in what looked like Blair’s handwriting was the words “MANDY IS A CUNT” and a very accurate and descriptive drawing of an open pussy with a dick going into it shooting cum.

The chaotic mess was hardly the biggest problem.

Blair was completely naked when my Aunt had found her with several condoms full of cum all over her face. One of the spent condoms was still stuck to her face. She had a penis drawn on her face with cum shooting out of it and may not have even realized it. The words “Fart Face” was written on the side of her face in girl’s handwriting.

My Aunt was beside herself and looked hungover too. Her hair was fucked up, and the clothes she wore last night were wrinkled. She had her blouse on inside out and no bra. I could tell because I could see some of her nipple popping out of her top. Aunt Sam was so angry that she wasn’t saying anything. The veins in her neck had all popped out, and the veins in the side of her head were throbbing. She was bright red.

“I’ll never do it again, Mom. It was stupid. I am sorry. I just thought I like...” Blair didn’t know what to say, but in the silence created by Aunt Sam not yelling, she felt she had to say anything.

“Tell me what you thought? or maybe you didn’t think at all!” My Aunt finally insisted Blair finish her sentence that had been dangling out there.

Blair noticed me walking into the room and tried to shift the focus of blame to me.

“I was jealous of Jenny! You gave her all this attention. She was this perfect angel who did everything right. She learned every lesson. She did her stupid book reports, and you doted on her, You gave her more attention than me! It used to be me and you against the world, Mom!” Blair tried to make it seem like she had only acted out because I was there, but I could tell my Aunt Sam wasn’t buying it.

“It was you and me, but then Buddy and Lewis came into our lives, and you told me you were jealous of them. You told me you were jealous of every guy friend I’ve ever tried to date long term. I got rid of them for you. Now you expect me to believe you acted out because you are jealous I am training your cousin? That has nothing to do with you, Blair!” my Aunt explained.

“Yeah, but like that stuff about Jenny being the perfect submissive like her mom,” My cousin was not convincing my Aunt with that line of reasoning.

“I never said Jenny was the perfect submissive. I said that Jenny is like her mother in that the reason she likes to please and submit is that she is genuinely submissive in nature. She enjoys doing for others and making them happy. You and I are stubborn, and we do things for our own benefit. Just admit to me that you did this because you wanted to. This isn’t about Jenny,” my Aunt insisted that Blair drop that line of argument immediately.

“Fine, yeah. I wanted to have a party because I am bored as fuck with your rules. I am bored as fuck with not being able to say fuck. I am bored as fuck with not being able to GET fucked, so yeah I got fucked last night, Mom!!!” Blair’s eyes became wild as she raised her voice to her mother.

“I see you used protection at least,” my Aunt kept her voice calm and stern as she noticed the condoms on the floor.

“Some guys did, some guys didn’t,” Blair shrugged it off. “Look, let’s cut the bullshit. You are going to give me this big fucking lecture about your Dad and how he raised you. You are going to tell me you don’t want that for me. You are going to tell me you want better for me like you always do. Then you are going to give me some fucking restriction and ruin my summer so I can’t hang out. Fine!” Blair insisted that her mother just get on with what she normally does when Blair makes a mistake.

My Aunt didn’t say anything. She continued to look at Blair and consider her words.

“You should have been home last night instead of out getting fucked. I know Lori Donaldson’s father was over here the other day. You fucked him. You fucked that pervert, Jerry. Do you remember when I was little, and he looked at me like he did Jenny?”

“Yes, and I wanted better things for you, than how I was raised. I got rid of Jerry right away. I’ve always tried to protect you, but I am wondering now if I’ve spoiled you!” My Aunt explained.

Blair was trying to turn things around on her mother and make it seem like my Aunt Sam was the bad person. I had no idea that Lori Donaldson’s father was the guy in the cowboy hat.

“Yes, and I got rid of Jerry before he could. The other night was a one-time thing between Jerry and me,” my Aunt defended herself.

“You, him and Liz!” Blair growled.

“Yes, between adults. You have no business snooping around what or who is in my bedroom,” My Aunt insisted it was none of her business.

“Fine, get your freak on but don’t tell me how to live my life! I am almost grown!” Blair insisted angrily. She was not almost an adult - she was only a little older than me. My Aunt didn’t concede any of that point to her.

Blair turned to me to scare me back out of the room. “Can you perv on me later? My mom and I are trying to have a private discussion!” she said.

“Jenny can stay, I think what I have to say concerns her, Buddy and Lewis. Take a shower and get in the corner for twenty minutes. When you are calm, I will have a family meeting and decide what is to be done,” she said.

“I am way too old to stand in the corner, naked!” Blair said as she brushed off the cum filled rubber from her tit and kicked some of the debris in the living room.

“Then it will be a sight to behold, but you are right, as always Blair,” My Aunt said. Blair looked like the cat that just ate the canary when her mother told her she was correct. Blair must have felt she just scored a victory of sorts with that last comment.

“You are too old for the corner. You will skip the shower and open the blinds. You will press your tits in the window. I want your nipples, nose and toes pressed directly to the window pane. I want your eyes open looking out into the driveway with your hands holding your ass cheeks apart. That is far more effective, and it allows anyone walking up to the house full view of your front and not just your backside. I would like you to keep the things your friends wrote on you in magic marker on your face for now,” she said quite seriously. “Your nudity doesn’t seem to faze you. You made a complete ass of yourself last night. Let’s see how you feel showing your ass now,” My Aunt insisted.

“You wouldn’t dare! You would never dare make me do that!” Blair squinted stubbornly at her mother.

“My dear Blair, you have no idea what I would or would not dare, not yet anyway,” my Aunt stated with a regal expression on her face.

The summer took an unexpected twist and let me just say that I had a wonderful education on discipline after that as Blair was placed on a form of restriction that was designed to focus on her shortcomings that were far different than my own. My first sissy summer camp was the best summer of my entire life, and I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

There is a story that begins after this one concludes located here;

https://storiesonline.net/s/20163/naked ... n-by-eddie

Naked on Summer Vacation: Slut Summer School

[TeenFan]

You have large chapters, so it will take a while to work my way through this story.
I liked the first chapter a lot.
I entered High School in 1980, so I know all the tv references. I remember trying to see naked women on a scrambled channel on the
television.

[TeenFan]

“Who might this odious young man be? Another occupant?” Mrs. Hannigan regarded me like I was a lowly worm and spoke directly to my Aunt as if I were a pet she was trying to sneak into the house.

“This is my nephew, Eddie. He is just here for the Summer,” she told me to great Mrs. Hannigan and let go of her struggling sons. They scampered back off down the gravel drive-way to show their toys to the kids who had gathered not far away. I saw girls my age along with boys, and they clearly saw that we were naked. They were smiling and giggling, but none of them freaked out about it.

“Hello Mrs. Hannigan, it is a pleasure to meet you,” I offered my hand for her to shake. Aunt Sam looked down at me like I was an adorable little monkey who learned to imitate human beings.

Mrs. Hannigan refused to accept my hand. “He seems a bit old to be without clothes,” she said to Mrs. Hannigan.

I didn’t like this snooty older woman, but at least she was on my side!

“We were just at the beach, and the boys got dirty. I am not going to get sand and grit in my car from their trunks. As dirty as my boy’s get I would need my OWN washer and dryer to keep up with the laundry,” Aunt Sam implied that she wanted a washer and dryer in her house to her landlord.

“Indeed, perhaps you should consider finding a different home suited to boarding your guests,” Mrs. Hannigan snorted with derision and then looked right at my penis. “THAT is a disgusting young man; you should have your mouth washed out with soap for standing out here like that,” she said to me.

I had no idea at the time she was even referencing my erection. I assumed she meant my nudity in general. “Quite frankly, this was hardly my idea! I want to go inside!” I am sure I sounded like a know-it-all brat because even though I just agreed with her, she looked at me like I had just sassed her.

“The nerve!” Mrs. Hannigan looked back at my Aunt for some explanation for my rudeness. I didn’t think I had been rude at all.

“He just talks fancy that way. He must read a lot,” my Aunt shrugged. She didn’t take what I said seriously at all.

“I mean his staff is at full mast. It is highly inappropriate,” Mrs. Hannigan said. I had no idea that was a reference to a boner at the time.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. I am starting to think it just stands up because he has to go pee or something. It’s been like that all the way home,” my Aunt chuckled, and they both observed my erection wondering if it was just a piss-boner.

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“In the bath right now,” my Aunt pointed to the bathroom, and Buddy and Lewis galloped enthusiastically to the bathroom. My Aunt saw me standing there and asked: “Are you waiting for an engraved invitation, fancy Eddie?”

“I’ll just take a shower after they are done,” I said.

“You will take what I tell you to take,” my Aunt insisted that I had an attitude problem that was going to be resolved before the end of the Summer. “You may be used to talking to your mother this way at home, but here we respect our elders. I don’t care if I am not your Mom. You will do what ANY adult tells you to do in this house, do you understand?” she asked me.

I looked at my feet and said yes. She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face so that I could look at her and tell her again. She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me into the bathroom where Lewis and Buddy were already in the tub. There was hardly any room in there for three of us.

My Aunt began running the water and adding suds as I stood there watching. “You already take showers?” she asked me as she squatted down in her suit and tested the water. I could see the cleavage of her boobs in her top. The part between the tits looked like a naked ass crack to me. It seemed very naughty to be staring at her. She had to ask me twice.

In truth, my older brother Stefan had just started taking showers. I did prefer a bath, but I wanted to seem mature. I lied and said that I was taking showers now.

“Well, here you will take baths whether you like it or not. We are not wasting hot water,” My Aunt stated firmly.

Buddy and Lewis were already splashing around and playing with their toys. They had their Grimace toy in the tub, a Destroyer, a yellow rubber ducky and what appeared to be several rubber dog toys. We all shared a single bar of soap which they were very fond of rubbing between their butt cheeks. My Aunt said that was where soap went and insisted I should know to clean “even where the sun doesn’t shine”.

I did and even though I knew we all shared soap – the fact we were doing it together disgusted me. My Aunt thought I was being overly pretentious and called me a “fancy lad” for hoping for three individual soaps.

I imagine these two scenes, taken from Chapter 2, with Eddie being played by the wonderful Mark Lester. Mark was one of the most popular
kid actors in England from 1968 through the mid 70s. Look up Mark Lester in "What the Peeper Saw". He could talk fancy schmancy educated
and act like a little turd at the same time.