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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.

Is this really what got me to finally make an account? I couldn't bear to see you languishing thinking nobody's reading it just because nobody's commenting. I'm enjoying this!
I think the forum is just dying a little. We just lost one of the greatest authors for unknown and thus unsatisfying reasons. And a lot of us didn't bother with an account.

Yep still enjoying this one. I must have missed something though, who did we lose?

bowser6664 wrote: ↑Thu Oct 17, 2024 1:19 pm Yep still enjoying this one. I must have missed something though, who did we lose?

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Looking forward to find out if her brother accepts her offer of submission.
The dares are interesting. Such a different kind of family!

Interesting change in that the girls contemplate continuing to do dares but don't ask for truths from the guys. That is an interesting conversation and potential change in dynamics.

“Lloyd and Gerald told me they would give Harley some really over the top dares. She used to bring this girl over to her house and have a sleep over and they would sort of compete to see who could be more outrageous.”

“Doris Godwin?”

“Yeah, I think that was the name. She has a freaky sister, and she makes out with her!”

“I know, that was the girl that I French kissed today,” I explained before adding that Doris kissed the cum I sucked out of Raif’s cock into her sisters mouth so that she could swallow it.

“Yeah, those were the kind of perverted dares that Lloyd and Gerald would give them. They told me that they even got Harley to suck their cocks once. Doris and Harley would compete to see who could be the sluttiest. When you agreed to do dare game, I was worried that you didn’t understand just how extreme it would be. When they told you to play with yourself in front of me, I thought you’d be really disgusted with me for watching. That’s probably why you asked me if I got a hard-on. The truth is, that I did.”

“I know that you told me the truth,” I admitted that I asked because I was curious but also because I couldn’t think of a better question.

“It seemed like the perfect one to put me on the spot,” Patrick chuckled playfully.

“Okay, I have another question for you,” I smiled at him.

“Uh-oh,” he jokingly said he should probably be nervous right about now. I assured him that I just wanted him to tell me the truth.

“Did you like it when I did the dare?”

“As I told you, I was worried that you’d flip out on me. When you touched tongues with Harley and basically kissed for three songs, I was impressed that you would go that far. I just didn’t want things to get weird or awkward between us.”

“Then I am promising you that it won’t get weird or awkward between us, as long as you are honest with me,” I assured him. My brother nodded in understanding and smiled. This was a tough conversation for me. I wasn’t used to being so direct and specific. “I am CHOOSING to ASK you to give me dares from now on,” I said.

“What, like those dares?” he asked.

“Whatever dares you think I should do,” I replied. I realized that I wasn’t answering his question with a yes or a no, but I wanted to be clear that I was willing to do whatever he told me to do.

“I don’t understand. You want to play truth and dare with me? Like, every night?”

“Like, all the time,” I corrected. “You don’t have to call it a dare, and I do not have a choice. I just do it.”

“What if it’s too hard or weird?” he asked.

“I know you won’t give me something I can’t do, and I trust you,” I assured him. I was certain of that much.

“Basically, you would like me to tell you what to do all of the time? Even naughty stuff?”

“Yes, and punish me when I misbehave,” I added.

“I really appreciate this offer, Tish,” my brother said. I felt this sudden sense that he was going to reject it though. I felt disappointed. “I do not think you understand what you are asking from me though,” he added. “Juggs is Eddie’s slave. Remember? She told us that she considers herself his property. What you are asking is kind of like that,” he said.

“I know, it’s a lot to ask,” I nodded. My throat suddenly felt really dry and I was starting to overthink my request.

“It’s a lot to ask of YOU, not me. I’d be in charge of everything, you wouldn’t have any freedom at all,” he reminded me.

“I’d be very liberated,” I joked. My brother didn’t understand and I wasn’t sure that I could explain it. I didn’t want to even attempt to explain to him the story about three blind men touching different parts of the elephant and not having the same perspective of what it was.

“No, you do not understand, Tish. You’d be my slave. I’d be able to tell you what to do night and day and you’d have to do it,” he said. I nodded that I did understand. “You wouldn’t like it if I told you who you could date?”

“I would like it, and even if I didn’t, I would know that you knew what was best for me, and had a plan for me.”

“What if I never let you date anyone?”

“Then I would be single,” I replied calmly. I tried not to panic or freak out. It wasn’t that I was afraid I’d have no social life. I didn’t have one now to miss anything.

“What if I made you date some weirdo spaz like that kid at the pool? The one who wanted to talk about farts?”

“Then I would have to be polite, patient, and put up with a lot of stinky farts and hope that you approve of how I treat him. If I was rude, then I would understand if you punish me.”

Patrick sat down on Harley’s bed. His mind was clearly blown.

“You would have to come to me and ask if you can go to the bathroom,” he said.

I nodded and said that I would. My mind began to wonder what I’d do if he wasn’t close when I had to go. I started thinking two steps ahead and it was silly because my brother was probably overwhelmed by my offer.

“Naturally, if I am not around and you have to go, then I’d have to give you instructions on what to do. I may tell you to hold it until I come back, or go ask Eddie or even Lloyd or Gerald.”

“Thank you,” I was pleased that my brother had joined me two steps ahead and already had a contingency plan in mind.

“No, you don’t understand, Tish. You would have to ASK permission from ME, and then I might not give it to you. I don’t just mean to use the restroom. I mean to go places, eat, what you could wear. Don’t you think you would grow to hate me? Resent me if I teased you?”

That was a good question and one that I couldn’t truthfully answer because I had no idea how I’d feel.

“Juggs gets mad and frustrated sometimes with Eddie, but she loves him and accepts that he is the boss of her. She obeys his rules, and when she doesn’t then she accepts his judgment. Just like a pet doesn’t choose a new owner because they were scolded for pooping on the carpet or not allowed to run around loose in the yard – I’d have to ask that you allow me to get mad and frustrated sometimes.”

“Juggs is a grown woman who has lived a LOT. Trust me, Eddie has told me a lot about their relationship. He told it to me in confidence, but you aren’t asking for that are you?”

“I think I am,” I replied.

“If I told you to take off all of your clothes right now,” he stopped talking and looked at me. I waited for him to finish his thought and mentally prepared myself to remove my clothes. “If I told you that you COULD NOT wear any clothes until you earned them back this summer and I sent you out into the living room to stand at attention, then you would do it?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied calmly. I felt butterflies pressuring to emerge from my tummy, but in my heart I knew my response was the correct one.

“Gerald, Lloyd and Eddie would be home though, and you would have to call me Sir?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“Then If I made you tell everyone the filthy things you did with that old man today. You would do that too?”

“Yes Sir,” I was certain it would be hard and humiliating but I was prepared to do it if he wanted me to do it.

“ALL summer?” Patrick still was uncertain. I appreciated his apprehension.

I told him that it could be longer if he was willing.

“Mom and Dad would freak out if you stood at attention in the living room,” he laughed at how silly that was. I was prepared to just let this last for the summer. “You’d have to report to my room, and strip. Even if my friends were in the room,” he said it like he knew I would not agree to those terms.

“Yes Sir,” I replied as demurely as I could.

“You couldn’t call me Sir in front of our parents,” he rubbed his chin. “I would expect you to be polite though and do what I tell you even if they are in the room?”

“Yes Sir, I could call you by your first name?”

“That does seem very informal, doesn’t it? That’s what Eddie does and it is good enough for him. You’d even have to go to bed when I told you to,” he said as he thought out loud. I agreed and he added “Even if I told you right now and you weren’t tired. You wouldn’t be permitted to argue with me or refuse.”

“Yes Sir, thank you,” I said that I appreciated that.

“You really WANT that? from ME?”

“Yes, I do, Sir,” I said.

“I am the same age as you, though. You could pick anyone, someone more mature,” he assured me.

“I love you, and feel most comfortable with you. There is no one who I trust more, Sir.”

“I see why Eddie gets tired of being called Sir. It starts to sound monotonous.”

“Sorry,” I apologized for that.

“I didn’t say you could stop though,” he smiled. “I appreciate that. I know you would actually do what you say you will. I just worry a little that you won’t like it once you get what you asked me for. I’d be really strict if I could.”

“I know, Sir,” I admitted. I wasn’t sure HOW strict my brother intended to be, but from the sound of things – he had a plan and I liked that.

“I designed the clackers that Juggs wears. I gave Eddie the idea and sketched it out for him. I came up with the rubber bands to put on her nipples too. I am kind of a pervert,” he admitted.

I never thought that my brother was a pervert. Lloyd and Gerald were unabashed perverts who openly ogled girls and looked at pornographic magazines in their room. I nodded and said that I understood.

“I really don’t think you do or you wouldn’t agree to this,” he said. I was charmed by my brother’s struggle with the decision to take control of me and make choices for me.

“Everything doubt you have is what convinces me that I am making the right choice, Sir. If I asked Gerald and Lloyd to take charge of me, do you think they would put as much thought as you have into making sure I understand what I agreed to do?”

“They would probably tell you to suck their cocks,” he laughed.

“Yes, they probably would,” I agreed and nodded.

“You wouldn’t actually do THAT though, right?” he assumed that was obvious.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to his question.

“I didn’t think so,” he scoffed. “Still, this is a really interesting idea,” he said.

“I was just thinking about your question, Sir,” I admitted nervously. I didn’t want to seem too hasty in how I responded. “I do not know what I would do for our cousins if they were the boss of me. This is a hypothetical situation, right? If you put them in charge of me while you were gone and told me that was where the boundaries were then I wouldn’t. If you told me that I had to obey them like I would if you gave me the order, then I would. I am not very good at giving head, or so I am told.” I admitted nervously. I wasn’t sure if what I said made any sense or not.

My brother put his hands on his thighs and looked up at me as if I had just lost my marbles. I was about to try to take back everything I had said because I felt I had gone too far.

“Take your shirt and your shorts off, Tish,” he said rather sternly.

I took my shirt off first, and as I did he told me that in the future he wanted me to take my bottoms off first when he told me to undress. “You don’t have much to see up top! When your tits come in then I may change my mind,” he spoke down to me. I was shocked at his audacity but I obeyed him and neatly folded my shorts and shirt as I stood in front of him.

“I am going to talk about your body like that, and be completely honest with you about it even if it hurts your feelings. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir”

“The last thing that I want is for you to hate me, because I am rude or impolite with you,” he said. He reached out and pinched my clitoral hood and lifted it. “This looks like a little boy’s penis. Look how long and it is. The first time I saw it, I wanted to pinch it completely off,” he gritted his teeth angrily and then squeezed. He asked me if it hurt.

“Yes, a little,” I said.

He grabbed some of my cousin’s rubber band style hair ties she uses to put her hair in pig tails. He began to wrap one around my clit to force it to stick out. He wrapped it so tightly that it almost cut off the circulation. “How does that feel?”

“It hurts, Sir” I said.

“That’s the kind of things I might do,” he looked up at me to glean my reaction.

I tried to remain calm and nodded my understanding. “If you think that is what is best for me,” I said.

“It may not be for punishment. It may just be to amuse me and because I think if your clit were elongated it would be easier to grab and lead you around with it.”

He waited for me to react – he was trying to scare me. I told him that I understood.

“These ridiculous tits of yours look like ant mounds. They are barely titties,” he said. I felt ashamed of myself and wished that I had larger boobs but there was nothing I could do about that. “You have nice fat nipples though. Until you get some tits to play with, I am going to stretch your nipples and fatten them,” he flicked my nipples and then put two hair ties around each nipple and secured them tightly to extend my nipples and make them hard.

“You have a pretty face,” my brother reached up and held my chin in his hand. He moved my neck back and forth to evaluate it. “You have a really graceful neck, like a swan. “It is kind of strange seeing my face in yours, I want you to look more feminine from now on. I am going to want you to wear sluttier make-up, some cherry lipstick, and powder blue eyeshadow. You’ll have to grow out your hair again and I’ll approve of any new style.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I nodded appreciatively when he released me from his firm grasp.

“Even when we get back to Chicago, you’ll wear slutty make-up, at home and at school?” his eyes went wide as he searched me for a reaction that suggested I’d refuse him. I told him that I’d be happy to do that. The truth was that I had always wanted to wear make-up, but I never gave myself permission to experiment. I didn’t want to seem like a slut because I thought that I should act like a good girl.

“Turn around, slut,” he called me the name specifically to get a rise out of me. It should have infuriated me or made me feel like proving him wrong. It felt like a badge of honor when he recognized me as a slut – his slut.

I turned around and faced away from him. I wondered if he was laughing at me behind my back.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” he instructed me. I was VERY nervous that he’d see my dirty butthole. I hadn’t showered since we were out biking and I was probably very sweaty. “I am very sweaty, Sir,” I explained.

“I am the one doing the assessment of your body, slut,” he called me a slut again. “You have a very pretty anus,” he admired my ass. I held my cheeks apart wider for him - I don’t know why. I wasn’t trying to show off. Maybe, I thought that if he wanted to see what I had - then I wanted to give him a better look. However, I wasn’t being a show-off like my Cousin.

He reached out and touched it, and I shivered with anticipation – signals were firing in the neurons of my brain that told me to prepare for pleasure/sex. My pussy began to salivate and I found myself getting very horny.

Patrick rubbed his finger around the rim of my asshole. He brought his finger around clockwise. “I have seen Jugg’s anus up close. It doesn’t look like yours. She has dark skin around the hole. I don’t know if that is from not wiping or what. She has lots of wrinkles and crinkles in the rim around her anus and she has a tiny little dimple at the top of the hole. I don’t know why I am fascinated by buttholes, but I like yours. It’s different than hers. You have very light milk-white skin around a pink, smooth rim. It looks so tight and dainty that there is no way a fart could even come out of it.”

I was equally humiliated and proud of his assessment of my butt. I liked touching my butt and lately I’ve been doing it while I masturbate.

He tapped the tip of his pointer finger on my asshole. It sent shock waves through me. It was all I could do not to buckle at the knees.

“Did that hurt?”

“No Sir,” I said.

“You just acted like you stuck your finger in a light socket,” he observed. I laughed a little. “It’s okay to laugh. Have you ever put anything into your butt?”

“Yes Sir,” I admitted that I put my finger in my butt when I played with myself.

“I thought that is what you were doing in the shower. Show me,” he said.

I let go of one of my butt cheeks and began to run a finger around the rim of my asshole.

“I asked if you put anything IN Your butt,” he sounded frustrated.

I was working my way up to it. I apologized and sucked on my finger to get it wet. Then I stuffed one finger delicately into my asshole. I wished I could see my brother’s face. Was he disgusted?

“You are going to have to put things up your asshole, bigger things,” he warned me. My nipples began to stiffen and I felt this tingling sensation all over my body.

“What kinds of things, Sir?” I asked.

“Could be anything,” he suggested that it may be a nickel or it may be a pickle. “Your anus will be like a toy to me. I am going to see how wide it gets, or how far I can put something into it.”

“Yes Sir,” I trembled.

“That’s what you want? Someone to stretch out your anus? You know what? fuck it. It’s an asshole. I don’t want to call it an anus. You have an asshole, a baby’s penis, and two nubby, puffy flat boobies and that’s rude but that’s what I am going to call them. Is that what you want? Somebody to talk to you that way and play with your asshole?”

I continued to worm my finger around in my bottom, and my face became flush as I thought about my response.

“No sir,” I began.

My brother through his hands up in the air and sighed when he heard me tell him no. “I thought so! This was all some game to get my hopes up?” he sat back on the bed and moved away from me. I didn’t stop churning my finger around in my butthole and I held one cheek open with my other hand.

“I am sorry. I am trying to think of the right words, Sir. I am not looking for someone to stretch out my asshole. I do not even know if it can be stretched,” I admitted. “I want you to be in charge of me, and I want to make you happy and please you. I want to obey you and if that means surrendering my asshole so that you can use it like your own personal Stretch Armstrong then I will do that for you happily. I am not good at explaining myself though. I guess, another way to put it is I do want you to do those things, but only because you want to do it and not because you think I am just trying to have an orgasm.”

Patrick said nothing. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. I kept playing with my butt. “I feel like you are telling me the things I would like to hear, but you can’t possibly mean any of this. Is this a test? Is Harley or Eddie listening on the other side of the door?” he stood up and walked over to the door. He checked it and saw that the others were still in the living room.

“I may make some mistakes, and I do NOT know what I am doing, Tish. I may say some things that are wrong and change my mind. I will NOT abandon you though. If you start this with me, then, you belong to me. You answer to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” my tone was full of gratitude.

“You say that now,” Patrick was still skeptical. “I may have to test your willingness to obey me, and not question me. I want you to ask me questions if you don’t understand me. I do NOT want you to question my instructions though and ignore them because you do not want to do them.”

“Understood, Sir,” I replied.

“I want you to call me Sir, but not all the time. Every three or four times I say something to you. I also I want you to call me Sir, but not all the time. Every three or four times that I say something to you. I don’t want you to be a robot either. You can talk to me even when I do not speak to you. It gets really quiet some times when it’s just Eddie and Juggs.”

“Okay,” I replied.

My brother groaned a little. “I kind of liked it when you called me Sir. It felt like you were honoring me, and now that you didn’t, I feel like I miss it. Yet, I do not want to hear it constantly,” Patrick chuckled to himself.

“Take your finger out of your butthole and put it under your nose,” he wanted me to sniff my dirty finger. There wasn’t any poopy on it, but I could smell my earthy, sweaty, backside when I took a breathe.

“Do you like the smell of your own asshole?” he asked.

“Kind of,” I admitted truthfully. I knew I wasn’t supposed to like it. My finger didn’t smell like poop or farts. It smelled like sex. “I licked Harley’s asshole today when I lost a bike race, and I enjoyed that too.”

“Fuck, that was some day you two had! Holy crap,” Patrick was impressed. He pushed his thumb into my asshole and then turned it a little like he was hitch-hiking in my crapper.

“Oh god,” I began to panic and shake. I felt like I was going to piss on the carpet, and I knew that Harley would kill me if I pissed her in room.

“Does that hurt?” Patrick started to pull his thumb out of my butt, and I squeezed it with my sphincter muscles before he could get it out so that he wouldn’t.

“No, it feels good, Sir!”

“Wow, tighten your muscles around my thumb again,” he said. I squeezed my sphincter muscles and then released. He liked that. He pushed his thumb all the way to the last knuckle into my asshole.

“Oh please don’t, please, no,” I began to instinctively beg. I didn’t want him to think that I was refusing him but he was making me impossibly horny – so much so that I began to have what I consider to be my first real orgasm. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” I grabbed his wrist with my one free hand and held my cheeks open with the other. “oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!”

He pulled his thumb out of my butt just before I had a cascading orgasm wash over me. I was SOO close and willing to do just about anything to feel that sensation again because it felt like it was just about to open up and explode into a new form of ecstasy that I had never had before.

He put his thumb under my nose for me to smell. I was so horny and turned on that I instinctively opened my mouth and sucked it.

“What did you just do?”

“I ... I am sorry, that was nasty!” I apologized.

“You cleaned my thumb. I watched Juggs clean her thumb after she stuck it in her ass once. She didn’t realize that I was watching her though. She didn’t even think or hesitate about it,” he said.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

“I never saw anything like that. I never thought any woman would do something like that,” he admitted. “Even in most girly magazines, you never see their buttholes. You see everything else. It’s like this one secret place that even a centerfold won’t show you because you aren’t supposed to see it,” he said.

“I didn’t think about it,” I admitted. “Once when I was pulling the ginger root out of Jugg’s ass, she opened her mouth really wide. I thought she wanted me to put it into her mouth, but Eddie told me to wash it off in the sink.”

“You don’t mind doing that?” he asked as if he was in awe of me. I felt like I was the Six million dollar woman and I had just done something bionic that no other woman in the world could do.

“That’s what I’ve been struggling to tell you, Patrick. I don’t care If I mind it. That is not right. I am struggling with the correct words. I do not want you to care if I mind. If you want me to suck your thumb just tell me to do it or put it in my mouth, please?”

“If you are playing Lucy with the football and making me Charlie Brown then I am going to be really pissed off, Tish,” he said.

I did not understand what he was talking about.

“Have you ever read the funnies? You know the peanut gang? Lucy promises she will hold the football for Charlie Brown so he can kick it. He backs up, and then has a run it. At the last minute, just when his hopes are the highest, she pulls it away.”

“Why would she do that?” I asked with disgust. Back then people used to read newspapers. They ran comics in them every day and on Sundays they were full color. People called them “The Funny Pages” or “The Funnies” for short.

“This is just a little too good to be true,” Patrick nodded. “Go to the living room and stand in the attention position,” he commanded.

He wasn’t coming with me. I wondered if he was setting me up for ridicule – to get MY hopes up and he planned to leave me standing naked in the living room. I didn’t question him. I wanted to ask if we were really doing this and starting.

Patrick had stopped looking at me and seemed to be waiting for me to leave.

Such a hot conversation!

(This chapter and one more to conclusion)

When I entered the living room, My cousin was bent over in the ‘Pre-Sent” position. Two clackers hung from her labia and two from her nipples. She looked thoroughly humiliated. It was obvious she had been crying a little and her pussy was dripping down her thigh.

Eddie was tinkering with his new German-made computer. It even had a dedicated monitor. His wife was down at his feet on all fours panting and looking up at him like a loyal dog.

Lloyd and Gerald saw me walk into the living room naked and snickered. I took up a position next to my cousin and spread my legs as far apart as I could without falling over. I opened my mouth wide and let it hang open, interlaced my hands behind my head and waited. I hoped that my brother would not let me down and leave me out here awkwardly.

“Tish, I do not care if you want to be naked around the house, but you do not have to stand like that,” Eddie told me. I ignored him and waited. He told me to suit myself. He seemed to think that maybe I was testing his patience or trying to shock him. He went back to his tinkering and told Harley that she had about 15 minutes left to “Hang around”.

A few minutes went by extra slowly.

I was feeling foolish and perhaps a little abandoned. I thought the joke might be on me and that my brother was teaching me some sort of lesson about trusting him or anyone with authority over me. I admit – I had my doubts. It was hard to stand there after Eddie told me I did not have to and while Lloyd and Gerald giggled.

“What is that on your clit?” Gerald noticed that I had hair ties wrapped tightly around it.

“Hair ties, Sir,” I replied.

Eddie looked up from his work and sighed. “Tish, I don’t mind if you want to get naked and I think it’s great, actually. More women should get naked. I can’t have you wrapping hair ties around your lady parts. You don’t know what you are doing, and you could really hurt yourself and cut off the blood flow.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to him. Eddie wanted a response. “I appreciate that, but you taught me how to apply them and take them off, Sir. I mean Eddie,” it had felt right in the moment to call my Uncle “Sir,” but I remembered that he didn’t like being called Sir.

Eddie seemed insulted by my response, as if I was mocking him and his wife. It was in that moment that Patrick walked out Harley’s room. “Fish, did I tell you to talk to anyone or just stand here?”

Fish? I didn’t even like seafood very much. I was confused. “You told me to stand at attention, Sir.”

“Good, you can recall basic instructions. You aren’t as dimwitted as you look,” he said. He asked Eddie if I was bothering him. Eddie was rightfully confused and asked for an explanation from both of us.

“Fish, tell your Uncle Eddie what our new arrangement is and why it has to be that way?”

“I asked my brother Patrick to make all future decisions for me. I trust him more than anyone and I know that he knows what is best for me. I also asked him to punish me because I was really naughty today.”

“I told you that you were not responsible for Juggs,” Eddie assured me. He seemed mildly amused about what I said other than that.

“I didn’t just stay out a long time. I sucked an old man’s cock so that he would let me smoke a joint with him, and give beer to my friends.”

It was like all of the air had been suddenly sucked out of the room – everyone was in shock. My brother prodded me to tell them what else I did.

“I French kissed the cum into Doris Godwin’s mouth, and then she fed it to her sister. I also licked Harley’s asshole even though she told me to just pretend that I was doing it.”

I didn’t want to get Harley in trouble and I left out the part where her and I kissed each other toward the end of the day when we were really high.

I saw my Aunt’s face. She tried to pretend she was not paying attention, but she seemed genuinely impressed with me. Harley on the other hand was shooting daggers with her eyes at me.

“I had no idea you were such a naughty girl,” Eddie was suddenly at a loss for words and that was really rare for him. “I am flattered,” he turned to my brother. “You’ve obviously learned about power exchange relationships by watching me and your Aunt. I encourage you to have one of those when you are old enough to appreciate it. Your sister is very naïve and she is learning the power of her own sexuality. There are a lot of old men that like tiny tits. She is eager to please and get approval, and you’ve obviously talked her into something neither of you can truly understand.”

“May I speak, Patrick?” I asked politely and very demurely. He gave me permission to address my Uncle.

I didn’t turn my head to look at him.

“It is true that I learned from watching my Aunt that I like to please, and that I need structure. I’ve asked my brother to take charge of me. We just spent the better part of an hour while he tried to talk me out of this. I trust him more than anyone else to know what is best for me. You are busy managing the ranch, your wife, and having to keep an eye on Harley. You don’t need me under foot and it is best for everyone if my brother takes responsibility for keeping me in line.”

I was so nervous, but I said that verbatim just like I wrote it. I will never forget how certain I was when I said it.

“There is a lot more to a relationship like the one I have with Juggs then being being naked and sticking your tits out. Granted, that is one of the better parts of it,” he joked. “There is a lot you do not know.”

“I tried to tell Fish that I would make a lot of mistakes, but she insisted. Teach me how not to make mistakes?” my brother said.

“First of all, are you calling your sister Fish or Tish?”

“Fish, that’s her new name, because she doesn’t have huge tits, or a fat ass. I thought about calling her baby penis because of her giant clit, but I decided on Fish because it has a nice ring and that’s what her pussy smells like.”

“I might have gone with tiny tits, or perky,” Eddie brightened up and put aside his computer stuff. “I can’t teach you how not to make mistakes. Mistakes are how you learn what doesn’t work. When I screw up on my motherboard, I learn something. I can only teach you what I know that has worked so that you don’t hurt yourselves.”

“Great!” my brother cheered.

“Legs further apart, and stop shifting your beady little eyes around the room, Fish,” Eddie examined my stance and looked me up and down. “I felt a little guilty looking at you too closely, but you are a pretty young thing, Fish. It is Fish, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s my nickname,” I agreed. If that was what my brother wanted it to be then that is what I’d answer too.

“Another stripper called your Aunt Juggs to demean and humiliate her because she had such fat tits. Juggs used to weigh a lot more back then and her tits were to scale with the rest of her body. I starved her down to give her some curves but kept the huge ass, and massive tits. Then I made her answer to the name that humiliated her the most until she preferred it to her own name,” Eddie told us. He asked my why I was called Fish.

“Because my brother decided that was my new name,” I answered.

Eddie flicked my nipples and made an “Ehnt” sound like when someone gets an answer wrong on a game show. “Your name is Fish because you cunt smells like Fish. Is that right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I don’t believe you believe it,” he had a big grin on his face. He asked me to tell him some mean names that I’ve been called in the past.

I really didn’t get into a lot of confrontation and I kept my head down, and seldom talked to anyone at school. I had to really think about it. “Flat as a board, mosquito bites, and itty bitty titties,” I rattled off the top three that pissed me off the most.

Eddie said he liked Mosquito bites but it was too long. “Need something snappy that you can yell out when you need something. The other thing is that you may not be flat chested forever. You are going to serve your brother forever, right?”

I nodded.

“You aren’t convincing me that you are committed. You’ll never get married? Have a family of your own? You’ll belong to him forever?” he paused to let me consider the implications of a forever commitment to my own brother. “You aren’t owned if it’s temporary. You are just for rent until you find a better situation,” he snickered at me like I was a foolish child.

“Your name is Tish,” he rubbed his jaw and gave it some thought. “Turn the letters backward and it almost spells Shit. The problem with that name is that if you are in the grocery store with Patrick and he calls your name people will think he is being mean. Tish, Tish, Tish, Teeeeeesh,” he elongated my name after saying it a few times to hear it out loud. “Tease? Cock tease, tease for short?”

“I like that,” Patrick smiled.

“You do? Well don’t get used to tease. She’s only yours until she finds the right man and then she is going to elope. Aren’t you tease?” Eddie asked me.

“I don’t...” I was about to assure Eddie that I would commit to my brother forever. I felt like I should just be honest. “I don’t know what the future holds. All I know is that I trust my brother and if he wants me to date someone and marry them, I will. I am too young and dumb to know what I want out of life beyond right now and right now, I want to do what makes my brother happy.”

“Well damn, that’s an intelligent answer,” Eddie looked impressed. “I’ve never met a 14 year old cock tease that wasn’t so wet behind the ears that she thought she knew it all. Are you sure that you share DNA with Juggs and Harley? Because if you ask them they know it all and Eddie is the dumb-dumb. Isn’t that right, Harley?”

“No Daddy,” Harley croaked.

“Stand up and slowly remove the clackers. If you rip your tits off then that’s going to be your ass. How do your cunt feel?”

“Stretched out,” Harley pouted.

“Now imagine how Juggs felt dutifully waiting for almost seven hours like that. When I give you a task in the future, I want you to remember the way those clackers felt when they slapped together or against your thighs.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Harley was contrite. She stretched her arms out and removed the clackers from her tender tits and sore pussy.

“You let tease kiss your little poo-poo hole while you were out playing games and running around naked today?” he asked his daughter. She blushed and her brothers chuckled.

“Yes, but not because I am a lez,” Harley admitted. He prodded her to admit that she was just trying to trick Doris and Lori into doing it, so that we could steal their clothes and leave them in the woods.

“Was any of that your idea, Tease?”

“I went along with it, and we did try to steal their clothes but Doris and Lori caught us and beat us up,” I admitted.

Eddie seemed very amused by what I said. “It sounds like you had a really adventurous day. Here I thought you two were out showing off your newly shaved pussies to admirers and you were fighting with Cheryl Godwin’s daughters just like dear old Juggs.”

He looked down at his wife. She closed her mouth and stopped grinning and panting like a happy dog.

“Did you know that Tease wanted her brother to tell her what to do?”

“After we played Truth and Dare for the first time, she said she enjoyed it and asked me if I would be interested in playing it all the time with my brothers.”

“Dares?” Eddie seemed confused and disappointed by that word.

“I told her I liked doing dares, and she asked me what if I had to do them whenever Lloyd or Gerald told me you to do them.”

“What did you say?”

“I thought it was just midnight talk. You know? Something you whisper in the pillow to one another. As a fantasy, it sounded fun.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know,” Harley was reluctant to provide details. She blushed and asked if she could get dressed.

“No, tell me what you two talked about or I’ll ask her to tell me and I am sure she won’t lie or leave anything out,” Eddie insisted.

“Well, you already know that they dared me to shave my pussy completely bald this morning.”

“Which you will do until further notice,” Eddie told her to continue.

“They dared us to ride up to the gas station naked,” she admitted.

Eddie nodded observed that “When you are unsupervised, you make a mess of things and dragged your cousin into the mess that you created. But, you enjoyed that dare?”

“I liked the idea of it. It sounded pretty fun to ride our bikes all the way to the gas station, but...”

“But what?” Eddie prodded my cousin to continue with her explanation.

“It’s hard to explain,” she admitted. Eddie told her to make it simple and explain it so that he could understand.

“It’s fun to think about being told to do things, but I didn’t want Lloyd and Gerald to be the actual boss of me all the time.”

“Why?” Eddie seemed to be going somewhere.

“They’d probably tell me to get down on all fours and moo like a cow and milk my tits or something like that,” Harley repeated one of the fantasy scenarios she rejected the night before. Lloyd and Gerald were very amused by that.

“You boys would make your sister do that?”

“She could always refuse the dare,” Lloyd explained.

“What happens if she refuses?”

“She gets fifty swats on the butt,” Lloyd snickered.

“How many times when you are playing has Harley ever refused a dare?”

“None,” Lloyd said. Harley seemed proud of her record and beamed a little brightly.

“So if you brothers had dared you to moo like a cow and milk your titties then you would have refused?” Eddie asked.

“I mean,” Harley was put upon to explain herself. She was clearly uncomfortable telling her dad about the game. “I guess it depends, why are you asking?” she shrugged.

“I want answers and I want to understand how Tease got it in her head that she should do whatever her brother tells her to do, and it all leads back to you and your manipulations.”

“It’s not like that, Daddy. I warned Tease, er Tish, or whatever NOT to give my brothers carte blanche to boss her around. I don’t really know Patrick all that well, but I really didn’t think she’d seriously do it.”

“Yeah, you didn’t think,” Eddie quoted a part of what his daughter had said. “You can go take your shower and go to bed. I would encourage you to rub some lotion on your tits and pussy lips, but I don’t want to DARE you to do it,” he chuckled.

After my cousin left the room, he turned back to me. “I feel partly responsible for all of this. You wouldn’t have any of these notions in your head if not for the two biggest cunts in the house,” he laughed. “You are curious about submission and the last thing I want to do is tell you that you can’t do something because that is the fastest way to make you want to do it behind my back. However, if you ARE seriously wanting to do this then I have some rules for you both to follow and they are not negotiable.”

“The first is that you are not your brother’s permanent property. You are just his rental and you can stop at ANY time. If you get uncomfortable then you stop doing what he tells you. If you are tied up and you can’t wriggle free I want you to holler your ass off and I’ll come find you or notice that you are gone and go looking,” he chuckled. “If you are truly serious about the path you want to be on then you have plenty of time to decide what happens when you are older.”

He made me and my brother tell him that we understood.

“The second is that for safety reasons, I would prefer you do everything in the living room around me. If you need privacy because you are embarrassed then you can talk to me and I will arrange it. If I tell you not to do something then you do not do that. If I tell you to do something then you do that thing. I’ve been reluctant to enforce that because you are my wife’s sister’s kids and we aren’t blood related. You are family now, and under my roof and if you are going to do this because you saw us – then I am responsible.”

We agreed.

“Third and this is VERY important, no more than ONE hour with the clackers, breast binding, and nipple extenders and then at least ONE hour to recover. Juggs is made of really tough material, she’s got a thick leathery hide from years of practice. You are as soft as a doe’s asshole. ONE hour and no more.”

We agreed to that as well.

“No more running around with Harley without supervision. If you go anywhere with my daughter, then one of her brothers or Patrick accompanies you. I don’t care if you are going in the woods to take a massive shit. I do not care if you are going fully dressed to the church to confess your sins and pray for forgiveness. I do not give a fuck where you go – you two don’t go alone.”

We agreed, although I was a little disappointed. I did not want to get Harley in trouble.

“Lastly, you do not go to the barn or the kennels at night. As I understand it, you guys have been sneaking around out there trying to figure out what we are doing. If I wanted you to see everything I’d do it right here in the living room. If I catch you outside after 10 PM, then you better believe there will be hell to pay. Are we copacetic?”

We agreed to that as well.

I wanted to go apologize to Harley for getting her in so much trouble today. I didn’t mean for her to have to admit her fantasies in front of her brothers and even though so much was her actual fault and doing – I didn’t want her to think that I had abandoned her.

However, my brother wanted me to sleep in his room and that’s what I did. He removed the rubber bands from my clit and nipples after I spent an hour standing in the living room.

“Should I bring my bag to your room, Sir?” I asked when my brother told me that I was to spend the night in his room.

“Why? So you can have your Sonny and Cher dolls? You aren’t going to need clothes. Leave your shit in your room. You will sleep in OUR room tonight.”

I followed my brother into the boy’s room. Lloyd and Gerald each had mattresses on the floor (not actual beds or boxsprings). They had make-shift tent in the center of the room made of heavy blankets. My brother had an old Escape to Witch Mountain sleeping bag that he was using. It was decorated with the faces of the cast from the Disney movie. There was an elf-like boy, and a really stuck up looking little princess that reminded me so much of Harley.

“Stand in the center of the room and Pre-sent,” Patrick announced. I had watched my Aunt enough to know that I was expected to bend over, spread my ass cheeks and expose myself. “Which way should I face, Sir?”

My cousins laughed and suggested that I put my ass in their direction as they flopped on their beds.

“You heard Lloyd and Gerald. Face your ass and fishy cunt toward them, and look straight at me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I was bashful and shy but I managed to summon my courage and hold the position for them. I wanted to come across confident like my Aunt, although I am sure I seemed mousy and weak.

“So what are we supposed to call you now? Tish or Tease?” Gerald asked. He wasn’t sure if my new name was reserved for Patrick and Eddie only.

“I don’t know,” I admitted that this was all new to me.

My brother grabbed a bag of pretzels that he had lying around in the room. He tossed one at my face and it bounced off my forehead and on to the ground. “Think, Tease. What is your new name?”

“Tease,” I replied.

“Then what do you tell your cousins to call you?” he asked.

“Tease?” I asked.

“Duh,” Patrick chuckled. “This is THEIR room and you are a here as a GUEST, so they can call you ANYTHING they want and you will answer to it. Is that understood, fish face?”

That insult stung. I had kind of a fishy-face because I had chubby cheeks.

“Damn,” Lloyd was impressed at this side of Patrick. “I guess we have a built in contestant for Truth and Dare. Let us know when we can play again. I don’t think Harley is up for it after Eddie thoroughly shredded her.”

“If Tease isn’t doing something I told her to do, you can give her a dare any time she is in YOUR room. The only difference is you don’t have to answer her questions and she can’t tell you no.”

I was surprised that my brother offered me so freely to Lloyd and Gerald. I was doubly surprised that they were grateful to have me.

“Eddie said she can always say no,” Lloyd reminded my brother about Eddie’s first rule.

“Tease can stop at any time, but if she does this arrangement is over. As long as you keep it in the room then she won’t tell you no,” my brother said.

‘Obviously, the standard dare restrictions apply” Gerald shrugged as he pulled his jeans off and sat in his underwear.

“Those are Harley’s restrictions. What were they?” Patrick asked.

“No blowjobs, no poop or butt stuff, and no needles in the tits,” Gerald explained. I was positive there were stories behind all of those.

“No needles but everything else is fair game,” he promised them.

“Blowjobs?” Lloyd looked at Gerald.

“She needs the practice, don’t you Tease?”

“Yes, I sucked an old guy’s dick today and the first thing I did was blow on his pecker,” I admitted to raucous laughter from the guys. Their ridicule made me blush. Lloyd unzipped his pants and said that he wanted to be first.

it was now or never. I had to get over my fears and blow my own cousin. That was what I signed up to do. I waddled over to where he was while remaining bent over and the guys laughed. I opened my mouth and began to stroke his cock while sucking. Lloyd’s cock was much larger than Raif the Poet. I enjoyed having it in my mouth.

“You are a quick study,” Lloyd seemed pleased with how I began the BJ and that excited me.

“Hey Patrick, what about the other hole?” Gerald pointed to my backside.

“She has TWO holes back there. Which one are you talking about?”

Gerald blushed and clarified he meant to ask if he could fuck my pussy. I was still a virgin and I really didn’t want Gerald to be my first.

“Are you on birth control, Tease?”

“No,” I admitted. Birth control wasn’t’ common back then for teenage girls and my mom would never have understood why I wanted pre-marital sex in the first place or approved of it.

“Then fuck her ass or pull out,” Patrick said.

“I can fuck your sister in the ass?” Gerald was already standing up and removing his underwear. I shivered a little.

“Can he, Tease?” Patrick asked me.

“It’s your room, Gerald and I am just a guest. I’ll obey any order except go outside or stick needles in my skin. I’ve never done anal before,” I admitted as I wrapped my lips around my cousin’s cock again.

The guys were excited by that fact. My brother asked me if I was still a virgin.

“She doesn’t suck cock like a virgin!” Lloyd was pretty happy as he laid on his back.

“Then I will be your first in both holes,” Patrick announced.

“Sloppy seconds again!” Lloyd teased his little brother Gerald.

My brother stood up, and I heard him unzip his pants. I felt a sudden pang of guilt run through my body. This was it – it was finally going to happen. I was going to have sex and it was all before marriage. I know it sounds silly but it was so deeply ingrained in me that I felt perhaps I was robbing a future husband of his virgin bride.

“This is your last chance, Tease. Once I put my cock in you then I’ve marked you and you are mine. Are you sure you want me to take you?”

“Yesfff,” I was trying to swallow Lloyd’s dick. His cock felt like a water balloon that I was trying to swallow. He was holding my head down so that I couldn’t get up.

“I want to hear you,” Patrick told Lloyd to release my head so that I could address him.

“Yes, please, I am yours, I am so yours,” I looked over my shoulder at my brother standing behind me. His hard dick was in his hand and he was ready to fuck me. This was happening!

“No, beg for it! Are you a little cock sucker?”

“Yes, Sir! I am your cock sucker! Please fuck me, please take my virginity. It has to be you,” I wiggled my ass in front of him.

“Okay Whore,” my brother called me a really filthy name – a woman who fucked for money, and for some reason that turned a screw that I did not know was loose in me. I backed into his cock and he slid himself into my pussy. At first, it was painful, almost unbearable. I was soaking wet but my pussy was tight.

“Jesus, your cunt fits like a glove! Damn it is too tight!” My brother rocked me forward and pushed me face down on my cousins face.

“Save some for me,” Gerald watched as I sucked one dick and got fucked from behind. I was so filthy and I loved it. Lloyd didn’t make it easy for me to breathe. I didn’t understand that he was intentionally choking me and cutting off my air supply. Snot ran down my nose as he held my face down on his dick and put his hands over my nostrils so that I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds at a time. I thought Lloyd was just being clumsy.

My brother slid his dick all the way in me. I didn’t hear ‘cherries’ popping, and I must have broken my hymen before because I didn’t bleed anywhere at all. I was sore the following day, but that night was amazing. My brother slid out just as he was going to deliver his hot cum into my womb.

I knew that I’d get pregnant with his baby if he had cum, but a part of me wish he stayed. Patrick pressed the tip of his dick to my asshole and squirted hot cum down my ass just as soon as he pulled out. I was so close to orgasming again but he stopped.

Gerald was turned on so much by watching us, that he was ready to take me after Patrick finished. Gerald spread my ass cheeks and spanked my butt. I liked that a lot. The pain wasn’t really that bad at all. I assumed a spanking was devastating to the ego and hurt a lot but the slaps on my ass were more like “love taps” as they called them.

Gerald slid his dick into my asshole. He was bigger than his brother and even Patrick. I screamed out a little.

“Stop fucking,” I heard Harley shot in the other room and then a crashing thud against the wall. I knew she had just thrown one of her shoes from the sound. The guys didn’t stop though. They passed me around and when all three of them had cum in my mouth or my asshole they took one more turn before finally giving up.

I was still horny when the boys finally had enough of me. My brother told me to stand on my head and spread my legs. When I did, the cum in my asshole began to run through my crack and down my back. It must have been incredibly obscene.

“Oh wow, I see why you call her Fish. Tish smells like the ocean,” Lloyd laughed.

“If you want to keep telling my sister what to do in your room, then you can call her anything you want except for Tish. That’s her old name and her old personality. I’d prefer Fish or Tease, but you can be creative.”

“Can we treat her like a puppy dog?” Lloyd laughed as he watched me spout cum out of my asshole while I stood on my head and exposed myself to them.

“You certainly can’t milk her like a cow!” Patrick squeezed my nipple and then pinched my nose. I had snot all over my face from being choked out while I gave the guys head.

“is she going to eat breakfast off the floor like Juggs?” Gerald asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Patrick laid back on the bed and observed me. “Juggs is being punished. Tease has been a good little slut.”

Lloyd and Gerald were very curious about my brother’s plans for me. I was as well, but I tried to remain patient and not stress my brother out with all of the questions that I had. There were so many unknowns that I wanted to solve. I assumed Patrick didn’t have the answers yet.

“There are so many things I would make Tease do if she were mine,” Gerald said. I was really flattered. Even though the guys were laughing at me like I was a cum filled dunce, Gerald WANTED me – and he couldn’t have me. I belonged to my brother. Gerald could tell me what to do in his room, but I belonged to Patrick and that gave me a kind of inner peace and joy that I could face whatever my brother decided for me.

“What would you do if you owned my sister?”

“I’d keep her in the kennel, feed her like a dog, take her for long walks on a leash, train her to squat in the yard, and lift her leg to pee!” Gerald decided.

“What about you, Lloyd?”

Llloyd’s plan for me was to make money. He wanted to fix up his van. “I’d take her down to the car wash, or the movies and have her give 5 dollar BJs until her lips were chapped and her throat was hoarse.”

“Those are good ideas,” Patrick mused. I was shocked he was actually considering them. He squatted down behind me and scraped some of the cum off of my back. I knew it had been in my asshole and had been slowing dripping down my spine. He offered it to me on his thumb and I opened my mouth and ate it. My cousins were shocked and thought I was totally disgusting. It tasted good though and I liked doing it.

“I’d squirt an entire bottle of mustard up Tease’s ass, and then make her stay like this until it all dripped down her back and then have her lick it up off the floor,” Gerald teased. My spine shivered just thinking about an ENTIRE bottle of Mustard going into my asshole. I had no idea how much I could store back there.

My brother wanted to find out. He looked around the room for something to shove into my asshole. He considered straightening a clothes hanger but he was afraid the wire would cut me. There was a bell that Salvation Army Christmas Santa’s ring in front of supermarkets to solicit donations. That made too much noise and Harley was already pissed off.

He snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a slender white candle from the table. It was long and phallic and fit neatly up my asshole. My body heat melted it as I slept and it made a perfect imprint of my anal cavity in the morning.

Patrick let me sleep next to him, but not snuggle with him. I didn’t have any pillow or sheets, but Harley usually hogged those anyway.

Patrick woke me up by slapping his cock to my forehead. “Wake up, Wake up, Sleepy Head”

I almost thought I had dreamt the entire wicked scenario, but Gerald and Lloyd were standing over me with their cocks in their hands.

“Breakfast is going to come early for you, but you are going to have to work for it, Slut,” Patrick promised. I eagerly sucked his cock without him stuffing it in my mouth and I knelt in front of him. I figured out that I could pull Lloyd and Gerald’s cock if they stood on either side of him. I didn’t try to jerk them off – just keep them hard.

Eddie opened the door and told us that our breakfast was getting cold and there were chores that needed to be done. He saw his sons with their dicks in my hand and Patrick stuffing his cock in my mouth.

“Ah, okay. You are busy. Sorry, I’ll knock next time,” he shut the door. After that, Eddie never barged in on us again. I was mortified that he had seen me getting fucked but he was very cool about it.

When I got Gerald off, he shot his load all over my hips and left it there – like a trophy. I felt ‘marked’ by my cousins and brothers. I know it was supposed to feel ‘humiliating’ but the warm jizz made me feel desirable and I wore it like a badge of honor.

Lloyd was not to be outdone. When he was close to orgasm, he pulled out of my hand and put his balls on my forehead while my brother continued to fuck me from my behind. I didn’t stop him even though I didn’t understand what he was doing. He let them flap across my nose and then he shot his spunk in my hair!

This was my first time having sex and I didn’t know if that was normal or completely absurd. I smiled up at him. “You have cubby chipmunk cheeks and the prettiest eyes. You look good down on your knees, Tish.”

“Please call me Tease now, Lloyd,” I smiled up at him. His cum stung the base of my scalp. The active swimmers in his jism made my skin tingle. I still don’t know why some men’s cum does that and some doesn’t but it made me want to rub my fingers through my hair.

As I rubbed my scalp, he tossed my short hair around like a salad and really rubbed the cum deeply into my hair. There would be no way to get it out without shampooing my hair. “Dirty tease covered in cum!”

I left it like that. My brother pushed me down by pressing between my shoulder blades and finished in my asshole. I had not even realized that he stretched me out wide enough that his penis could penetrate my anus. He pulled out and wiped his cock between my ass cheeks like he was the banana in a dirty banana split.

I laid down on the dirty carpet for a little while and caught my breath, while I reflected on the fact that I just took three teenage boys not once but TWICE. I was a true dirty girl.

“Stop showing off, Tease!” my brother kicked me between the legs on my pussy. He didn’t kick as hard as he could but it was a nice a stiff kick. He implied I was intentionally pushing my ass up so that the others could watch his cum drip out of my asshole. “Heel!” he pointed to a spot behind where he stood on the ground. I instinctively knew that he wanted me to crawl and that began my K-9 training. The others giggled as I followed my brother out of their bedroom like a little puppy dog on the floor.

I do not know if my Aunt Rachel had been told what I was doing. She took one look at me on the floor and smiled knowingly as if she expected me to come out of their bedroom on all fours. My Aunt accepted me like I was and asked the guys if she should set my plate on the floor like hers.

My Aunt was making breakfast in the nude as she had been the last few days. Her huge tits were adorned with clackers and two of them were also swinging between her thighs.

“Tell Juggs what you want? Do you want to eat on the floor?” my brother asked in a patronizing tone.

I almost answered yes, but I realized this was a test. “Yippfff” I barked.

“Oh goodie, I’ve got a playmate now,” she bounced up and down and applauded which caused her huge breasts to jiggle.

“Don’t get your tits in a twist, Juggs,” Eddie smacked his wife’s tits hard and they shook back and forth. Instead of recoiling in horror, she giggled playfully and apologized.

“Sorry, Eddie!”

“Tease is her brother’s toy, not mine. I am sure he wants to play with her instead of amusing an old wrinkled pervert like you,” Eddie scorned my Aunt. He was much older than her and while she had a few laugh wrinkles, Rachel was hardly ‘wrinkled up’ by anyone’s standards.

I was genuinely flattered to be considered ANYONE’S toy. It really hadn’t sunk in until that moment that was what I was. I liked the idea of being a plaything and I felt myself getting even wetter as my brother’s ejaculate dripped down by thigh. I felt so nasty and Eddie accepting my decision validated it.

I would have expected him to tell me that I was crazy and forbid me from doing what I was doing.

“You are right,” my Aunt put her finger in her mouth and moved side to side slightly to look cute.

“It’s fine, I think Tease can learn from Juggs, the way that I learn from you,” my brother offered to let me play with my Aunt. I was genuinely excited to be permitted to do that – I know it sounds weird because I could have at any time stripped naked and acted like a dog in heat but I needed “permission” from somebody. I needed to be told to do it!!

“Oh goody, thank you Patrick,” my Aunt hugged my brother and pressed her tits hard against his body. She kind of sized him up and then went back to cooking. She was bopping her head, humming an old Carpenters song about “stardust in your hair” and stirring up some pancake better.

“Oh good lord, what in the hell is going on here?” Harley stumbled out of her room in just her long shirt. She was overdressed compared to me and her mother. Her hair wasn’t combed and without makeup she looked her young age.

I ruffed a quick bark, and everyone giggled at my response. That pretty much explained what was going on. I was a ‘dog’ now on my Uncle and Aunt’s kitchen floor and wiggling my butt playfully as I did.

“You are all twisted, you know that?” Harley plopped down in her chair at the kitchen table. “Hope you don’t expect me to yap like a dog”

“Well, you ARE a bitch,” her older brother Lloyd teased her playfully.

“How would that be different than you normally are?” Gerald joked.

She flashed them a lemony face and stuck her tongue out at them. “Is it going to be like this every day now?”

“For Juggs it will be until I decide she’s learned her lesson, and for your cousin she could stand up now. I am not making her stay that way but I am not going to stop her either,” Eddie explained calmly. I had felt embarrassed at first and I still felt this taboo sense that I should not be exposing myself like this. I could feel the cool air on my bottom and it felt good though and I was secretly so turned on.

I was thankful that my Uncle was so understanding and open minded. He didn’t question my reasons and frankly I wasn’t sure that I was prepared to answer him if he had. It had all fallen into place like this.

After my Aunt served the table, she got down on the floor with me and began panting and wagging her tongue like a happy dog. I tried to imitate her and wiggle my ass a little. We were supposed to wait to eat breakfast after the others finished.

However, my Aunt couldn’t stop giggling when I looked at her. She was being funny and goofy. I found her laughter to be infectious and I had a huge smirk on my face too. This was beyond breaking any ‘rules’ or being a good girl. It was downright insane to me and yet I felt good about it. It should have felt humiliating to wave my ass around while I was on the floor and it did on some level.

Juggs made it seem less awkward by grinning and giggling.

Harley seemed annoyed by how her mother took this all in stride. She sucked some maple syrup off of her thumb and said “Good lord, are you two going to giggle all morning?”

“Maybe!” came Harley’s playful but sassy reply!

“Dad, Mom is supposed to bark like a dog, isn’t she?” Harley immediately called out her mother for breaking character – to get her in trouble. Juggs didn’t seem overly offended by it. She kept grinning and her eyes twinkled mischievously as she looked over at me across from her under the table.

We were in this together – and that gave me a lot of confidence.

“What? I didn’t hear anything,” Eddie played dumb. I think he was intentionally trying to get Harleys goat because she was entirely too serious.

“If it was me down there, you’d make us do dirty stuff just for talking!”

“I haven’t made you get under the table, but that might be a good idea for the future,” Eddie said and added “and anything I have told you to do, you’ve already done at least once or twice already.”

Eddie’s tone suggested that he was being very reasonable and hinted that Harley should probably quit talking while she was ahead.

Naturally, my cousin just wasn’t wired that way. She made some wisecrack about Eddie being a disgusting pervert.

“Guilty as charged, but I’ll think you’ll find that all men are perverts – and the ones who say they aren’t are the ones you have to watch out for most of all – because whatever they are into is probably so disgusting that they won’t even admit to it. “I am an honest pervert. Speaking of perverts,” he looked at Lloyd and Gerald and then back at Harley. “I understand you played a little Truth and Dare the other night and that’s how your cousin got the idea. What kind of dares did the boys give you?”

“The normal disgusting perverted kind,” Harley said through gritted teeth.

“Boys, I am thoroughly disappointed in you,” Eddie appeared amused but he spoke sternly to his sons and my brother. “If you can give dares to two pretty girls, why stick with normal perverted things when you can dare really weird perverted things?” he made a joke.

The guys chuckled and Lloyd bragged that they had come up with a few good ones.

“Yeah, daring the girls to shave their pussies in the living room was a real shocker. I assumed that you put them up to it.”

“We also dared the girls to hug and touch their tongues together,” Lloyd bragged.

“I thought you weren’t a lesbian, Harley?” Eddie raised an eyebrow and looked devilishly at his daughter.

She denied it profusely, which made it seem like she might secretly really being into girls. Her father picked up and implied it with the knowing look on his face. “If it’s not lesbian then you’d have no problem stripping and showing us again?”

“I am not going to French my own mom!” Harley balled up her face and scrunched her nose in disgust. She said something about not being like the Godwin sisters.

My brother called me out from under the table. “Squat down low, stick your tongue out and hold your arms out,” he instructed me to basically offer myself to my cousin. I did exactly as I was told and dipped really low with my knees spread wide.

“Ooh, I like that position,” Eddie admired me and stared straight into my pussy as I spread myself before the dinner table. He looked at his daughter expectantly but didn’t order her.

“No way!”

“Chicken,” Eddie laughed. “Seems ashame to leave your sister down there with her tongue hanging out unused. Do you mind if I tell Juggs to assume the position with her?”

Eddie just asked my brother for permission to make me do something. I was flattered, frightened and somewhat validated. It meant that Eddie respected my brother enough to give him the courtesy of asking permission to order me to do something.

I wasn’t sure if I would have refused my uncle if he gave me an order, but now I didn’t have to wonder if I needed permission from my brother.

“She’ll do whatever you tell her,” Patrick assured our Uncle. I knew that I would. I liked doing what I was told.

“Be careful about making that offer, I am a whole lot more creative than I look, and your sister hasn’t quite been around the block more than once yet,” he said. He pointed to me and told his wife to join me.

I was shocked when Juggs smiled warmly, wrapped her arms around me, pulled me into her tits, and then pushed her wet tongue to mine. We touched tongues openly -it wasn’t a kiss, but it was. Our tongues were outside of our mouths and extended fully.

“Absolutely disgusting,” Harley ridiculed us both.

“Why thank you,” Eddie laughed and took her scorn as a compliment.

I spent the rest of my vacation that summer in Montana learning about submission from my Uncle.

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Most of it centered around his barn, and learning to be like one of his livestock. It was humiliating and painful – but the most satisfying thing I had ever done in my life. I was constantly surprised as he and my brother educated me in new ways, but I never doubted that submitting to them was what I wanted.

I was told that I cannot tell you how I was trained and what happened in the barn. I can only tell you that I learned to be an “animal lover”. I was trained to behave like one as well. I am sure you can use your imagination on what that means. It was all new to me then and I had no idea what life had in store for me, but I was fortunate to be trained alongside my Aunt.

Eddie taught my brother how to dominate me and control me. I enjoyed it. I learned that submission wasn’t about rules, sex, humiliation or control.

True submission was about serving others and doing it for the pleasure of obedience. My Aunt explained it to me while we were tied up in the barn one night. She said that she didn’t intentionally get in trouble.

I can tell you that we were bound up and treated like ponies.

At night, that is what my Uncle had been training my Aunt to do. She would put on performances, pull heavy carts, jump, trot, and obey like a beautiful but dumb beast whose only purpose was to serve her Master.

My Aunt learned to high step, and canter like a pretty animal. Her huge tits were always on display and she wore leather straps that highlighted her body and accentuated her nudity without hiding it. I was in awe of their relationship and I wanted that too.

My Uncle trained me – he taught me to be a good slut, but only after making sure that I fully consented and agreed to it. My brother and treated me like a barn animal at night, and during the day like his personal slave. Harley didn’t know what we did in the barn and he made me swear not to tell her or his sons. He said they wouldn’t understand and he wouldn’t bring them to the barn until he was certain they were mature enough to get it.

I felt so mature and smart that Eddie felt my brother and I could handle it. I was naïve and wet behind the ears but Eddie favored my brother and was teaching him how to dominate and control me without hurting me – so I suppose that’s why he felt I could handle it.

I learned about pain, humiliation and sex – and even how to fellate a horse that summer, but I never fucked one. My Aunt did all the time – it was something to see her pussy all stretched out.

After Eddie and my brother worked us into a lathery sweat, the washed us down with soap and left us bound face to face, nose to nose in the barn to spend the night that way.

It was probably my first week as my brother’s “Cock Sleeve” -which is what he had begun calling me after Harley used that term to make fun of my decision.

“I wish I was like you,” Juggs smiled at me. Her lips touched mine as she spoke. We were bound that tightly together with our arms behind our backs.

“How is that?” I was baffled she would think that. I assumed perhaps my Aunt Juggs was joking.

“You are a true submissive,” she explained. “I try to be a good one, but you have the natural instincts of one – so giving and loving.”

I didn’t understand why she was so envious. It came naturally to me to want to please my brother and gain the approval of him and Eddie. It was all I thought about – that and having a cock inside of me once I found how much I loved sex.

“You are very giving too,” I told her.

“That’s very kind of you, but I am incredibly petty and vindictive. I am far more like my daughter than I care to admit. I am embarrassed to admit that I get jealous of how much my husband is impressed with you.”

My Uncle didn’t fuck me that summer, but he did let me lick on his dick and he spanked me and tied me up a lot. I would have loved it if he fucked me, but I guess he was uncomfortable going that far with me. I didn’t think he was impressed. He rarely spoke to me. He spoke to my brother and I overheard him tell my brother how to control me, and improve my behavior.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jealous,” I apologized.

“I know, you silly slut. You can’t change who you truly are and I wouldn’t want you to do it. I just wish that I was more like you.”

“I wish I was like you,” I said.

“An old whore in a barn with sagging cow tits?”

My Aunt frequently described herself like a worn out sex machine that was little more than life support for two boobs and a couple of fuck holes.

That night we whispered secret desires to each other. She told me that she wished her husband would keep her like this forever. She didn’t want to go back to what she called “Old Rachel”.

“It’s too humiliating though. My sons already think I am a total whore. One day they are going to sneak out of the trailer and see me in the barn trussed up like a cow and they will never think of me as a person again. I guess, I wouldn’t mind that so much, but I can’t stand watching Harley grow up to be such a brat. She thinks I am out here simply because I get off on it and while that’s partly true – she thinks I don’t love her and would rather be here than with her.”

“Why don’t you ask Eddie, if you can be inside some nights?” I asked.

“Why haven’t you asked to go back inside the trailer at night?” she answered my question with one of her own. I told her that I was in the barn because that is where my brother and uncle wanted me.

“The simple truth is that I like it out here. I like being tied up and vulnerable. I know nothing is going to happen but it’s kind of fun. That’s the difference though between you and me. You are here because it is your place and you obey. I’m far too selfish and vain to ever do more than pretend to be a submissive.”

It’s been nearly 50 years, and my brother eventually “sold” to me his best friend to be his wife/slave. I’ve had a really long and fun life of service. I learned that summer that I love to GIVE pleasure more than I love to RECEIVE it.

I know you are probably wondering what happened to Aunt Rachel and Harley. That’s a story for another time. Let’s just say that the Godwin sisters showed up with their mom and moved in with Eddie shortly after.

Harley eventually came out as a lesbian and her first girlfriend was Doris Godwin. The last I heard Doris married Mike Walker and they moved to Naples Florida. That Summer we did return to the pool – much more well behaved.

I stopped playing with dolls that summer and started playing with cocks. My parents never found out about my relationship with my twin brother until we were older. We were careful about keeping it from them, but my mom told me later that she knew something must have changed that summer between us.

My brother had me flirt with that boy that was obsessed with Stretch Armstrong and farts. I became a woman that summer, and I made him a man. He became obsessed with anal sex, and I liked anal – so he was probably my first ‘boyfriend’ – but I was more of a sex slave even back then. I didn’t ever want to say no to anyone.

We lost touch the following year, but as I understand it, he became a congressman in Montana.

Thank you for listening to old woman ramble about how she first discovered she was a submissive whore. There is more to the story and in some ways it was really just beginning – but I want to leave you hungry for more.

I am just an old whore in a barn now, but I am a happy whore with a well-lived life and not a single regret.