After it was all over, Harley and I laughed a lot about “Raif the Poet”. She said he smelled of Patchouli and desperation. I didn’t know what Patchouli was but that sounded about right. He smelled like incense to me. “Who has he ever impressed quoting Led Zeppelin? He must think we were some real country bumpkins!” she laughed.
I couldn’t believe I had actually sucked a cock though. “I sucked his dick,” I announced with a wicked grin on my face.
“You certainly did! You are TERRIBLE at giving head, though! I am going to need to give you some pointers,” she offered. I was receptive to that and not particularly self-conscious about it. It had been my first time after all.
My Aunt had once described submission as liberating. I didn’t fully understand that sentiment when she said it. In fact, I thought submission would be the opposite of liberation by very definition.
However, I felt sucking that man’s cock HAD been liberating. It wasn’t forced upon me, and he certainly enjoyed it more than I had. I didn’t fully understand the liberation that my Aunt was talking about. She was talking about a liberation of responsibility to make a decision and I still hadn’t fully understood that.
I had also finally done something I wasn’t supposed to do until I got married, and now it was done. There was no undoing it. In my mind, I was liberated from my little-girl sensibilities that I couldn’t do anything before marriage and that made me feel – good. Really good. I was looking forward to sucking another cock, and it really didn’t matter who it was.
I just wanted to be a little naughty.
In my mind, I felt free to do it again if I wanted – before or after marriage. I felt like I had gotten past some roadblock or mental block or whatever you may want to call the repression that had been ingrained in me. Now I didn’t have to deny myself. I could just blow a guy if the mood suited me and it wouldn’t change anything.
I wasn’t a goody-goody any more! I felt so on top of the world and so in control of my own destiny. It was a lot to think about and I didn’t fully appreciate how important it was to have finally just given head after all this time thinking about it as something only bad girls did.
The reefer we had smoked in the woods may have been particularly potent or even laced with something. I do not know, but I remember laughing hysterically and uncontrollably and crashing my bike a few times.
I skinned up my knees and thighs. Harley fell off her bike a few times, once because she saw me wipe out and fell off when she turned around to stop for me. “You fucking uncoordinated spaz,” she laughed as she helped me to my feet.
She held me close and French kissed me. It wasn’t as life-changingly intense as the kiss that Doris had given me, but it made me tingle all over and I didn’t want it to end. “Just because I kiss you, doesn’t mean we are lezzies or anything. Okay?” she asked drunkenly.
Harley had only had one beer and a little of the last beer.
“Yes, of course,” I smiled as I hopped back on my bike after we separated.
We rode a little further. “I liked what you did,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she meant and she clarified. “When you were licking my ass. You could have licked a little lower,” she told me.
“I thought you weren’t a lezzie,” I joked.
Harley glared at me and then silently continued speeding along the highway. I apologized three times because I was only joking like she did. However, she didn’t want to talk about it. I felt bad that I had offended her.
However, we had bigger problems brewing for us when we got to the ranch. It was a long, hard ride and my legs were worn out by the time I could see my Uncle’s trailer. He had it on a large, open patch of land next to barns, sheds and the kennel so that it almost looked like a small village from a distance.
The moment that I noticed my Uncle Eddie’s station wagon parked next to the trailer, I heard my cousin say “We are in deep shit!”
I sobered up immediately. I hadn’t even finished my beer but I had felt really high all the way home. Those five words “WE are in deep shit” were enough to take me out of that brain fog and I began to panic.
“Oh fuck, Eddie is sitting outside waiting for us,” Harley said as we got closer to the trailer. I could see my uncle sitting on a folding lawn chair. He had a rod in one hand and seemed to be patiently waiting for us to return. He was facing us and watching us ride our bikes.
“Nice of you to show up,” he said calmly as if he wasn’t livid with us. He was VERY angry and disappointed with us and that was obvious in his facial expression but he didn’t need to raise his voice at all. My Uncle is normally a jokester who is always ready with a wise crack. He wasn’t laughing though when we pulled up next to the trailer. He remained calm and taciturn – it was ominous. I felt like he was about to erupt like an angry volcano but he never did.
Eddie intimidated me more than he ever could have if he simply blew his top. I think it was working on my cousin as well.
“I can explain!” Harley said as she got off the bike and stood before her father completely naked. We were both still dusty from riding along the highway. My legs were sore, and I am sure I looked really guilty as I joined Harley.
“No need,” he said. “I don’t care about your excuse. You don’t need one,” he explained. “I gave you something to do. I told you explicitly to make sure that Juggs removed her clackers and bindings and you left her there – ALL DAY!”
“I am sorry, Daddy! I thought the guys would get her!”
“You are sorry? If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done it. You are sorry that you were CAUGHT,” Eddie insisted and told her not to “Daddy” him right now. “You aren’t going to butter me up,” he insisted.
I felt this tinge of guilt strike deep into my heart like an invisible dagger when he said butter. I felt like we should come clean about that. However, I kept my mouth shut.
He explained that he had given the guys a chore to dig some trenches on the side of the ranch because of some concerns he had about flooding. “Why do you think Patrick didn’t go to Radio Shack? He stayed HERE to help your brothers. They were gone all day and just got home!”
I thought Patrick had stayed home so that he could verify that I was out doing my dare or something like that. I realized that my brother was far more responsible than I was. I knew we should have headed back and I went right along with my cousin. I suddenly felt so guilty because I had been out smoking pot, drinking beer and sucking cock.
“You can’t seem to handle even the slightest responsibility, Harley. You seem to think the world revolves around you and that we must all stop and treat you like the baby of the family. If I can’t count on you to do what needs to be done that means I have to spend time checking up on you AND Juggs AND the Ranch!”
Harley for her part looked appropriately and she wisely shut her mouth and listened to her father without getting defensive or argumentative.
“Now, I will admit that I am curious where you went on your bike in the nude! I thought you hated those long walks in the nude, but obviously you seem to enjoy them.”
Harley was about to offer some explanation but he hushed her.
“I am curious, but I do not care to hear your excuses. I am going to assume that the answer is you shaved your little cunt today to shock me. Then you wanted to go out and show it off and you got caught up looking to get into trouble of some kind and take your cousin down with you?”
Harley couldn’t talk her way out of this. She could have thrown her brothers under the bus and mentioned the dares, and she could have thrown me under the bus as well and said this was as much my idea as it was hers.
“You are going to wait out here for your brothers to get home. You can keep your fat little ass jiggling like a motorboat and when they get home I will give you a proper spanking. You are LUCKY that is all I can do! I should make you wear your mother’s clackers for three hours so you can appreciate how they feel!!”
Harley was in near tears as she stood facing her father. She began to jiggle her ass cheeks and tits slightly while standing in place. He watched in silence as her big tits bounced slightly in time with her ass cheeks.
“Tish, you can go into the house. You aren’t in trouble,” he said. I felt like I should be in trouble.
“I did the same things, that Harley did and I knew we should get home, but we stayed out. I am so sorry, Uncle Eddie.”
“I won’t kid you, Tish. I am disappointed in you because I know you are better than this. I know you want to do the right thing and for whatever reason – you did not. I am not your Daddy though and I can’t hold you to the same standard that I hold my daughter. All I can do is tell you that it may be best if you make yourself scarce before I change my mind and put you over my knee like Harley.”
When I went inside, Juggs was preparing dinner in the nude. She had her clackers on her tits and pussy lips again. She seemed pleased to see me but knew that I was in trouble. The word “WHORE” was written across her butt cheeks in magic marker, and two circles had been drawn around her nipples.
“I am so sorry that we didn’t come home for you today,” I apologized immediately.
“Oh that’s alright, Tish. I am sorry that my daughter dragged you along to whatever wicked game she was playing. I knew about the Truth and Dare but I didn’t tell your Uncle. I assumed that you or Harley would tell him if you felt it was appropriate.”
That was incredibly understanding of her, but in a way I didn’t understand it.
“Should I tell Uncle Eddie that’s what we were doing?” I said. I wanted to help with dinner but my Aunt had everything almost ready. I set the table for her while we talked – careful not to set a plate for my Aunt at the table.
“I think it may be a good idea to stay out of his sight for a little while and lay low. I don’t have the best track record of making good decisions myself though, so take that advice with a grain of salt. Your cousins may also not appreciate it if you tell on them. It gets REALLY boring out here in Montana and I was a teenager myself. I know kids play little dare games, but your brother and Lloyd and Gerald may feel that you are shifting the blame to them if you tell your Uncle that they dared you to go bike riding in the buff.”
I thanked her for the advice. I hadn’t thought about that.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked if I liked riding my bike naked. I didn’t know what to say to that. “It’s kind of liberating isn’t it? Nothing on, totally nude, just you and the wind in your hair? Don’t tell your Uncle because he might make me carry a 80 pound rucksack on my back to make it harder, but I like the marches home naked. I don’t get in trouble intentionally, but it’s kind of fun.”
I smiled and said that a lot of guys honked at us.
“Did any stop and try to pick you up?” she asked playfully.
I shook my head no. Hitchhiking was very common back then even though it was known to be very dangerous. I had never done it but it wouldn’t have surprised me if Harley, Doris or Lori had.
“You seem a little different,” she stared at me for a moment. “Maybe it’s the shaved pussy, but you are carrying yourself differently. A little taller, like you are proud of yourself. You are not hunched over like you are ashamed of your own face.”
I didn’t realize that. I needed to hear that. I wondered if it was the BJ, or one of a number of things I did for the first time today.
The boys came home shortly after we had the table all ready. Eddie explained that she hadn’t checked on their mom and that he intended to punish her after dinner. The guys looked like they felt sorry for her, but they didn’t explain that they had given us the dare. I was glad that I hadn’t told Eddie about it either. I didn’t want to be a snitch.
I put on clothes, even though I felt like I shouldn’t be entitled to them. I wore a simple white shirt and a pair of shorts with no bra or panties. It wasn’t like me not to wear a bra when I didn’t have my night shirt on. I may have been punishing myself – taking away something like a bra that made me feel less vulnerable.
The other two women of the house were completely naked. I felt out of place and underserved of the privilege but I didn’t know what else to do.
My Aunt took her place at Eddie’s feet like a dog while the rest of us sat down at the table. Eddie made my sister stand at the table and jiggle her tits and ass cheeks while the rest of us ate. “You can eat cold left overs with your mother after I spank you. Until then, I want you to stand there and watch us enjoy a nice hot meal and think about your punishment.”
The anticipation of that spanking must have been excruciating. I know that if it was me – I would have been constantly wondering just what my Uncle was going to do to me.
Eddie tried being jovial and cracking jokes. There wasn’t much talk around the dinner table. One woman was on the floor on her hands and knees and the other was standing in a humiliating position bouncing her tits continuously. She didn’t have to jump rapidly – it was more like a tight little jiggle but Harley was expected to keep moving constantly.
Patrick cleared his throat to get Eddie’s attention. “This is not really Harley’s fault. We dared her and my sister to ride their bikes to the gas station in the nude.”
Lloyd and Gerald had guilty looks on their face. They couldn’t even look directly at their father.
“I figured it had to be something like that. The girls don’t randomly decide to do naked bike trips. I passed them on highway 212 and they didn’t even notice me. They were so busy laughing and cutting up. It doesn’t change anything. The girls could have been back in time to let Juggs out of her bindings. If they were late by an hour, I wouldn’t have even known. They CHOSE To be gone all day. Did you dare them to do that?”
Patrick admitted that they hadn’t.
“I am going to give you a choice, Harley. You can spend the rest of the night standing after I blister your ass in front of everyone, or you can wear your mother’s clackers on your tits and pussy lips for an hour. I want you to think about it and give me an answer after dinner. That will give you some idea of what it’s like to wear them for several hours and know that no one is coming to let you out!”
Harley remained stoic. She could have lashed out at her father and said it was unfair, or been defiant. “I’ll wear the clackers,” she decided right away and apologized again.
“I told you I wanted to hear the decision at the end of dinner. Open your mouth,” he insisted my cousin open her mouth wide and keep it that way. That was how her mother frequently had to stand. It looked like she was ready to accept a cock in her mouth – it had to be very humiliating. “You only talk at the table when spoken to right now,” he insisted that Harley remain like that. Spit started to form on the corner of her lips and run down her chin.
Her brothers didn’t laugh at her though. They knew they had a hand in what happened today even if we were the ones that chose to be gone all day.
Harley stood patiently while we ate dinner and after I scraped a dish of leftovers into two bowls. One for her mother, and one for her.
My Uncle made Harley stand in the living room with her tits presented in front of her while she stood at attention. He made her stick her chin up, hold her mouth open, put her hands behind her head and interlace her fingers. He had her spread her legs wide and then asked me to attach the clackers to his daughter’s labia.
I had to pinch them and pull a little to get them to hang properly. Harley yelped in pain the first time the clip bit into her skin. She tried not to let on that it bothered her, but I could tell the way that her eyes watered that it was excruciating. I attached the second clacker to her pussy lips as gently as I could but ultimately the clip bit into the tender flesh of Harley’s pussy and the weight pulled it down and stretched it out. I stopped them from swinging back and forth on their own.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Not good,” she said.
“Try jogging with them sometime. Juggs has,” Eddie said. “You can borrow those when you go biking tomorrow,” he said. “You do want to go biking, don’t you?”
“No Daddy,” she pleaded. Harley’s normally brave persona was reduced to almost blubbering and whimpering as she struggled not to cry.
“Ah, that’s too bad! You probably thrilled a lot of dirty old men today. The crack in your front looks exactly like your butt crack! They probably didn’t know if you were coming or going,” he said. “You want to act like a grown woman because you sprouted tits. Well, now let’s see how you handle clackers on those jugs of yours.”
Eddie directed me to attach the clackers to my cousins tits. It was much easier to pinch and remove the clips then it was to apply them. I was worried that the weights were so heavy they would pull her tits right off.
“Some times I freeze them, sometimes I put them in boiling water and get them nice and warm for Juggs,” he warned her that this was the lightest set of weights he had, and wanted to impress upon his daughter that they would start to REALLY hurt after a few hours. “The initial bite of the clasp stings, but that weight dragging your tits down to the floor is going to get heavier and heavier as you stand there while the rest of us laugh at you.”
Harley sniffed and asked if she could dry her eye.
“No,” Eddie replied sternly. “Your bald little cunt is dripping on the carpet, I am not worried if your tears stain it as well. Now, I assume that you shaved fully today because your brothers dared you to do it?”
Harley nodded yes.
Eddie looked at his sons with a hint of disappointment. “There is a reason that I shamed your mother by removing her womanhood and keeping her cunt bald and exposed. How does it feel to have your clit sticking out where everyone can see it?”
“I do not mind,” Harley sniffled. I wasn’t sure if she was just saying that to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal or not.
“Good, let’s see how you feel in thirty days, because you’ll keep shaving completely just like Juggs until I tell you otherwise. You wanted to be a hairless little girl – now you look more your age from the waist down. If I only I could shrink those tits down and make you look like a little girl.”
I was instantly aware that I had little girl tits, and I looked at the floor.
“Tish, I am not trying to make you feel bad. You will develop normally and you may grow amazing knockers or you may have small breasts – more than a handful is a waste anyway,” he laughed a little at his own joke. “I am not going to tell you that you have to stop shaving, but I never expected you to shave like Juggs or Harley. I also don’t want you to feel responsible for what happened today. My SONS dared you to do something to shock me – shave your pussy completely. They also DARED you to go to the gas station with Harley and I know my daughter. She’s pushy and a bully. Even if you begged to come back home, she would have insisted you stay with her.”
I felt even more guilty now. I tried to explain that I had known we had been gone a long time, but I also assumed the guys would check on her. Eddie told me that it was never my responsibility and that he had given the job to my cousin.
I watched the punishment a little longer, but Eddie eventually stopped talking and so all that remained was for my cousin to wait silently with the clackers pulling her labia and tits toward the floor.
I quietly asked my brother if I could speak to him privately. He was happy to oblige and I took him to Harley’s room (my room).
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him everything that happened that day, but when I started down the path of getting to the gas station and running into the Godwin stories he asked me why I wanted to tell him all of this.
“I know it was probably super humiliating, Sis. I don’t think I could have handled it as bravely as you. I am genuinely shocked you went through with it. A reasonable person might have said that they weren’t going to do it and I certainly wouldn’t have blamed you. I am sure you saw and did some crazy things today. You don’t have to tell me the details,” he offered sweetly.
It made what I had to say next much easier.
“Patrick, you have always been my rock, and my shade tree. I feel protected when I am with you, and I appreciate that,” I began.
“That’s sweet, Sis! I love you! I am your brother so obviously I would protect you. You don’t have to thank me for that. You are a part of me like my arm or my leg. I wouldn’t let anything happen to those either.”
He told me there was something he wanted to get off his chest as well, so I listened.
“I am so sorry I watched you play with yourself. I could tell last night when we were playing the game that you didn’t know I was watching. I kind of assumed some times that you knew and wanted me to watch. I know that’s gross, because I am your brother. I don’t have any excuses for what I did. The guys kind of talked me into peeping on you guys but ultimately I am responsible.”
I had completely forgotten about that. “We peeped on you guys, too,” I admitted with a look of shame on my face.
“What? no! why?” Patrick had trouble processing my admission of guilt, because the last thing he said he would expect me to do is be curious about what a guy does in the bathroom. “Did you watch us pee into the toilet?”
“Yes,” I described a little of what I saw and he told me to stop when I got to the part about how he closed his eyes right before he shoots his load.
“I do not know what to say. I guess we are even. I really didn’t think you’d be interested in watching how a guy gets his rocks off. I felt like a total pervert, but now that you told me that you watched too, I don’t feel guilty anymore,” Patrick was relieved by my admission.
I told him that he was much smarter than me and that I had a favor to ask him. Patrick reminded me of how well read I was, and how I got all A’s in class.
“That’s because when a teacher gives me an assignment, and I understand the instructions, I can follow the steps. You and Eddie are creative – you dream of things that have never happened but will one day. You are a whole level of intelligence above mine.”
My brother thanked me but remained modest. He struggled to accept a compliment as much as I did.
“Eddie is not going to punish me for what I did today,” I explained grimly. My brother nodded his understanding.
“I did literally everything that Harley did, and I sucked a guy’s dick, and then kissed his cum into Doris Godwin’s mouth.”
“Oh my god! You did not!!” Patrick laughed as if I were joking. My face told him that I was serious though. “Well, there goes my image of my totally innocent twin sister.”
“I was trying to tell you what I did today, because the favor I need to ask you is that I would like you to punish me,” I said plainly. I tried not to second guess or over think my request and just laid my cards out on the table.
“Why me?” Patrick asked.
“You are the one I trust the most, and I know you love me and want what is best for me,” I said. I couldn’t repeat exactly what Juggs had said to me about her relationship of trust with Eddie. She had said so much and put it so eloquently that I couldn’t hope to repeat it. “I would like it if you make decisions for me like Eddie does for Juggs. I know you will pick what is best for me.”
“Hah, well that is flattering, Tish. I think you make good decisions,” he assured me.
“I sucked off a guy that I did not know today for a joint and a beer. He was older than our father. I did it because he picked me when he had three far more attractive girls he could have chosen.”
Patrick wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He stuttered and stammered that it was my choice who I had sex with and that everyone was entitled to make mistakes.
“I am asking you to do me a favor. I would like to CHOOSE to let you make those choices for me in the future, and if that is a mistake then it is mine to make,” I said firmly.
Patrick blinked his eyes a few times as he tried to get his head around it. “Let me make sure that I understand what you are asking me to do. You want me to decide what you eat, what you wear, stuff like that?”
“Yes, Sir” I said.
He smiled and reminded me that it was now afternoon, and I did not have to continue doing the dare. “You only did it one time, but I was impressed that you actually did it.”
“Would it please you if I did it all the time?”
“Call me Sir? I was trying to think of something that wasn’t super raunchy to make you guys do as a dare. I didn’t want you to think that I was a total pervert like Lloyd and Gerald.”
“Did you want to give us perverted dares?” I asked. I had assumed last night that Patrick was simply humoring our cousins by playing along and he was intentionally trying to give me very simple and not perverted dares because he thought the entire premise was absurd.
My brother looked at me like I was crazy. I was having doubts about this conversation and why I asked him to come to talk to me privately. Patrick is the best person that I know and he had been a good sport last night about the entire dare game. I felt stupid for even asking him if he wanted to give us perverted dares because it may come across like I was accusing him of wanting naughty things that he clearly didn’t want.
Patrick struggled to understand my question and looked at me with a curious expression on his face. It was obvious he didn’t understand why I wanted to talk to him, and I was having doubts that I should continue the conversation.
