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                               Hard Times
                             by Amanda Serve

Copyright© 2011 by Amanda Serve


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Description: Teenager from suburbs moves in with her Aunt and her family in Trailer Park. Title is "Hard Times" with multiple meanings; Her misfortune may mean erections for everyone else (including the reader).

Codes: MF mf Mf reluc coer les bi het true wife inc cous span lght humil BM 1st mastrb pett exhib slow
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Chapter 1


We used to have a nice house in the suburbs. It wasn't huge or stately, it was just that all-American sort of single family home with the two car garage everyone identifies with suburbia, Norman Rockwell and the show "The Wonder Years".

I suppose compared to the story I am about to tell you, it was "The Wonder Years", everything was easy and carefree. A family of four, living out the American dream.

My Dad, the kind of guy that if central casting at the Disney channel were going to call for a "Dad-type" for a new show, they'd send probably send down a picture of my dad and say "Send up someone that looks and acts like this guy". Nice job as an executive doing something in an office park, home every day by 5, time to throw the football with my brother, or to push me on the swing when I was a little younger, and then dinner with the family.

My Mom, she gets told from time to time she looks like "The Mom on Everybody Raymond" who is also the Mom on "The Middle". that is the only reason I know the actress's name is Patricia Heaton. If I had to describe her, she looks in her middle thirties (mom would thank me for saying that), warm smile, petite build, medium length brown hair.

My Brother, Conner a few years younger than me, in middle school, kind of geeky, really interested in Pokemon cards, Nintendo DS games, and the sort of stuff typical boys are into at that age. He is a little bit of a practical joker, often I am at the butt of his jokes, so there was a friendly little rivalry, pretty typical for brothers and sisters to have. Short spiky red hair, kind of a constant little smirk on his face like he knows a joke you haven't heard.

Then there is me, Ellen, I am 15, a high school sophomore, Brunette, pasty white skin, I guess you could say I am pretty much your average teenage high school girl. I've been compared to Ellen Page before, but I don't like when people do that, but we even have the same button nose so I can't deny the resemblance. Since this story is something you probably already have your dick out stroking it too, I am assuming your wondering, so I'll tell you, I've got a perky little boobs, A-cup and I am kind of skinny.

A few months ago our carefully crafted "normal" world came crashing to a halt, when my dad lost his job. The more money you make, the more money you spend they say, and despite our middle income lifestyle, we ran through our savings faster than my father hoped while he was looking for a job in this dismal economy.

The bank that he had our mortgage through and had been paying for over 15 years folded, Otherwise he probably could have worked with the local banker to keep things afloat a little longer. The much bigger bank that bought out that nice little suburban bank wasn't quite so patient. We thought we may end up homeless. You know we were actually lucky, I am told most people have about two weeks to a month work of savings, and live quite a bit more hand to mouth, at least we made it three or four months.

But all good things come to an end, and having very few living relatives that wer willing to take in four additional mouths, the only person who would consider us was my Aunt Crystal. This was definitely not our first, not our second, not our third choice. This was our only choice. She lived in a Trailer park about 80 miles away called "Buckman Acres", but some kids had vandalized the sign and changed the B to an F, so when my family drove up with all our belongings in the family car (that was scheduled to be repo'd, we thought it actually was "Fuckman Acres".
There are trailer parks all over the world, some good, some bad, this was definitely the lower income kind. The streets were narrow one way affairs, each trailer only a few feet away from the next. We drove past the "Office" which sported a laundromat and pool, that seemed at least kind of hopeful.

We all had this look of shock on our face, I suppose it may have been the first stage of grief. A sort of denial that this could be real, followed very quickly by the other stages. Like it or not this is where we'd be staying and we were having a crash course on what to expect. Like explorers in a submarine, looking out the window in stunned disbelief at a world none of us had seen before.

Next we past two girls, who couldn't be more than my own age. One was dressed in a cheetah print skirt with a green tube top and high heels sporting an oversized purse, the other a white tank top and denim fringe miniskirt. My mom and dad didn't say a word, but my brother broke the silence "Hookers!!". My parents just hushed him, while scanning the park with a mixture of skepticism and pity.

When we finally pulled up to 15 Cherrylawn, my Aunt's trailer we weren't too shocked at the general state of disrepair of the singlewide. It was a little rusted, the windows dirty. It looked like it still had it's wheels, but the rubber had long since been overgrown with brush and ferns.

As we knocked on the door, I kept wondering to myself how there would be room for all of us. I hadn't seen my Aunt Crystal since several years ago around Christmas time. I remember she had some bratty kids missing a lot of their baby teeth who broke a lot of my barbies and knocked over my mom's expensive shampoo in the bathroom and their dad was a real stickler, always yelling and stomping around.

Well a lot had changed in those years, it seemed Aunt Crystal's eldest, Savannah had really sprouted. She was my age, but wow, she was nothing like me. Bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy figure, full chest, and as for her baby teeth, she lost all those and they were replaced with very natural, straight grown up kind of teeth. She smiled really wide when we were at the door and let us in. If I had to say Savannah looked like anyone, I'd say Lindsay Lohan when she was a teenager, full round face, long eyelashes and just a hint of freckles.

Then her son, Lloyd, everything my brother isn't. I think they are the same age, but he stands a head taller than Conner. Handsome, with chiseled abs, very outdoorsy, but not the smartest cookie that is for sure. He was sitting without a shirt on the couch watching television when we came in, barely acknowledging us. Brown curly hair sort of wild and untamed.

Apparently, the man I remembered as the "Father" from Christmas's ago was one of a long line of boyfriends, ancient history to my Aunt. The new one was about the same, wearing a "wife beater" shirt, drinking a beer watching the tube as well, beer in his hand, introduced himself as "Ted". Ted is some kind of security guard. I was never quite sure what he does, it sounded like he is the guy who sits at the weighing station for semi trucks and handles the weighing. Ted's dream is to one day be a police officer. My first impression after he explained himself, was that he didn't tell us much about him except what he did for a living. My theory is to him being a cop was more about control, than about a career. I am told I am kind of deep and some times see things in shallow people they don't even see.

Then there is Aunt Crystal, you can tell my Aunt worked in a bar at some point. She has that whiskey voice, sort of husky. She also may have had a boob job, the first thing you notice about her is those pert, straight hooters sticking right out in a brown tank top and her denim short-shorts that hug her curves. A good thing that your eye is drawn downwards like that, because her face leaves a little something to be desired, but my mom's sister is apparently a few year older, and rough living I am told ages you. I am sure in her day, she was just as cute as her daughter.

I'd say this is all their family, but I'd be remiss without introducing their two dogs "Zeus" and "Hercules" huge barking dogs, that for some reason they keep inside the house, instead of out, so they are upon you very quickly and wanting to sniff around in places, I'd rather they not.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen" Aunt Crystal announced to us as we stood there shocked in her doorway out on what they called a "Deck" (more like a wooden fire hazard).

"Whats that supposed to mean?" My mom said to her sister.

"Oh nothing, jeez, can't you take a joke? C'mon on in, take a load off, crying out loud" Crystal said annoyed at being asked to clarify herself.

I should also mention that unlike us, My Aunt has a lot of people stop by to say Hi, apparently a lot of people are out of work in the trailer park and have free time. They seem to want to come by to shoot the breeze, all sorts of people, from all walks of life. Fat mexicans, old ladies, skinny rednecks in huge trucks. I guess when I say "All sorts of people", I mean people who look like they live in a trailer park, to be fair.

So now you know what brought us here, and how having fallen on hard times I came to live with my Aunt.

"Where can we put all our stuff?" my Dad asked, we'd packed all our valuables, keepsakes, computers, and clothes in the car. It was a hard process, took us hours and hours to decide what would fit in the car, and what would have to be left behind. I only had A few mementos, some track ribbons, and my clothes and make up. My brother had a tougher time, he had all these console games and systems and electronics. Even though it was worth a lot, there was really just no way that my parents could justify bringing it all, so we donated a lot of it to goodwill. You'd think it would have broke my brother's heart but he seemed pretty stoic about it, pointing out he had played most of those. I guess when he finds out there aren't going to be new ones to take their place coming as frequently he'll miss them.

"Just leave it out there for now, I'll clean some space out of the shed" Ted said blankly. We just sort of stood there not sure what to do next.

"Did you want the grand tour?" my Aunt said, and we nodded yes with what may be considered naive enthusiasm. She just laughed and spread her arms wide indicating the living room "This is the living room ... okay ... that is the tour..." the Living room/kitchen was kind of a single area, and there were three bedroom and only one bathroom.

Sleeping arrangements would be all four kids share the SMALLEST room, while my mom and dad got the second bedroom that was once Savannahs. Suffice to say not one of us had anything good to say about it. Especially since the room we shared had zero privacy and nothing but mattresses on the ground. I saw a little water bug dart between them and squealed.

This brought a laugh to the face of Savannah and Lloyd who were obviously used to such things. "City girls got a lot of getting used too".

"I didn't live in a city, it was more like a suburb" I corrected, which only brought another grin to their faces.

"Well, this aint deliverance out here in the Buckman, so don't look down your nose at us like we are some sort of Country bumpkins" Savannah said in a slight sweet country accent that seemed to imply that she was infact a bumpkin.

My brother for his part, parked it on one of the closest mattresses, set down glued to his Nintendo DS, oblivious. The room was paneled in that fake plywood that is supposed to make you think it was made from real trees, but its about as believable as plastic fruit.

Before I could talk more to my new "Roomies" my Dad was calling us to help get out some things from the Truck. My brother ignored him (nothing new there) but I came, happy for to get out of the tension of my cousins just standing there staring at what they must see as a huge inconvenience

"Hard times at the Fuckman" Savannah said sheepishly. I didn't understood what she meant, but it seemed she was sympathizing with my situation. I was trying to get a handle on my cousins, who seemed to streetwise savvy compared to me.

"So ... you wanna play the game of Life?" Lloyd asked and Savannah shushed him.

"Oh, a board game?" I haven't played that in years. I am not sure I even remember how.

"We don't follow the regular rules, we lost some of the pieces, so we kind of mixed it with some of the other board games, you'd like it" Savannah elbowed him in the ribs.

"If Savannah doesn't want me to play, I don't mind..." I said innocently enough.

"No, I'd LOVE for your to play" she said with what may be considered southern belle sassy sarcasm.

"Oh okay, it just seemed like your body language to Lloyd was saying otherwise."

"Well, I am not sure if you can handle the games we play ... we can't do it until after supper when everyone is asleep, otherwise everyone can hear us ... walls are paper thin."

That night we had "Cheeseburger Helper" for the very first time, I am not sure the word "Helper" is really the applicable term. I choked it down with some sugary red kool-aid in a plastic tumbler glass while they watched TV, no one really saying much of anything.

I should also mention that showers there weren't exactly what you'd call fun, it seems their hot water heater has enough hot water for two showers, and they all take showers around the same time, so whoever goes third and after gets increasingly less hot water, to the point it's just cold.

Hopping out of my freezing cold shower, had the unanticipated effect of making my nipple sprout out extra hard. I looked down and sort of smirked at how it looked, when I noticed that the bathroom door wasn't shut all the way. However, I distinctly remembered I shut it when I came in.

"Where are my clothes?" hmmm, practical jokes, already? I was thinking to myself. They left me a towel though. I was a little creeped out, but not having much else choice wrapped the towel around me to cover my self from chest to mid thigh, and took the short walk down the hall to my room.

Opening the door, I was surprised to see my Cousins and Conner had moved the mattresses to the edges of the room and were setting up a game board that looked one part "Life", a few monopoly deeds, some part of the "Mousetrap" game, what seemed like a hippo from hungry hungry hippo.

"You ready ta play the game?" asked Lloyd.

"In a second, I wondered who took my clothes?"

"Dunno" said Lloyd.

"I had them when I came in to take a shower."

"Well, they'd be dirty from the long trip, maybe mom grabbed them for laundry" Savannah explained without too much concern for what I thought.

"Uh-okay ... let me just change into my night shirt then." and Lloyd stared expectantly at me. The room was small, there was no place to change in there.

I bent at the knee and picked out my bra, panties and long nightshirt from the stuff we brought in from the car. It was kind of awkward while I did. The nightshirt said "Strawberry Shortcake" on it. I wish it said something cool like one of the many posters that adorned their walls, "Metallica Ride the Lightning" or "Poison, every rose has it's thorn". However, as a teenager, you still have a lot of your clothes from when you were twelve, and this one had never seemed out of place, well until now. "I am not sure if you thought I was changing right in front of you Lloyd, but I am going to the bathroom now" I said with a bemused look on my face as his eyes seemed to follow my every move.

"Put your tongue back in your head horndog, that's your Cousin" Savannah chided him, with a slap to the shoulder.

"I knew that, I was just fucking with her, ha ... but hell, it's a small room, and they don't run the A/C all the time, it's not like nothing we haven't seen before, jeez ... don't get all high and mighty about it, it's gonna get real weird around here if everyone is afraid someone's peeping on them." Lloyd was right of course. Privacy would be at a real premium. I didn't think about what he meant about "Peeping" I didn't want too.

When I got back from the bathroom in the nightshirt there was a bit of a snicker from my cousins. It was long down to my knees, but made me look completely out of place.

"Want me to put your hair in piggy tails?" smirked Savannah. I didn't reply and to his credit Conner had been with them this whole time and was still somewhat engrossed in his gameboy.

"So we playing the game? What are the rules?" I changed the subject quickly.

The "Game of Life" as they explained to me, was a mish-mosh of board games that was invented out of necessity. As kids often do, they lost the pieces to several games and found they had put the pieces from some games in other boxes, to the point that it seemed to make sense to them, to come up with a way to play the game as one big hybrid.

"Most of these we got second hand, and I think the only game we USED to play was "Throw all the peices every fucking where!" Savannah said with a slight southern accent, that gave her sort of a redneck girl charm. The accent seemed to come and go at times.

It seemed like a game only "Rube Goldberg" could have devised. You know those contraptions that start off where you pull a string, which lifts a lever, and a bowling ball falls, setting off a chain reaction of impossibly unneccesary steps until it finally boils some tea? Except in game form. Most of the rules didn't even make sense to me.

For all it's pointless side-games and rules, It basically boiled down to moving around the Game of Life game board, and taking "Chance" cards that they had home made themselves. So as I tried to understand the many rules that almost seemed made up while they went, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if we were living here by the time school started up again.

Lloyd was the first one to land on "Chance" and his card was "4 noogies from the person across from you" which happened to be Conner. After learning what Noogies were (A noogie is performed when the middle knuckles of the fore and middle fingers are rubbed vigorously against the surface of the scalp, stretching the skin and pulling the hair.) my brother seemed to take an actual interest in the game. He gingerly took Lloyd into a headlock (something he'd never have been able to do if Lloyd wasn't the one telling him to do it) and applied the noogies for what apparently passed for "4 times" but seemed like about a minute.

After a few more rolls of dice, spins of wheels and contrary seeming rules, it was Lloyd's turn to take a card. "Drink from toilet bowl". He said "Oh shit!!" as he read the card out in a pedantic, choppy way that told me reading wasn't one of Lloyd's favorite things. He walked into the bathroom and we all followed, gave the toilet a flush as we stood behind him. Then reached in with his cupped hand, pulled back some water and drank it down.

Conner pointed out helpfully "Couldn't that water be contaminated with the cleaners that your mom uses on the toilet?"

"Uh, it could ... if mom used cleaners" the cousins both laughed in response.

So far even though we all took turns, moved our mice, spun the doohicky, the boys were the only ones landing on Chance, I started to realize this was more of a sort of convoluted truth or dare game, just without any of the truth. My Cousins seemed to take the game fairly seriously, so I wasn't about to announce my observations to them.

Conner got another chance card, this time it was "Kiss the person of the opposite sex on your left" to which there was several "ooohs", and a sigh from Savannah who was on his left. "Lloyd, did you add this card to the game?"

"No, it was Shelton, he was planning to make sure you was on his left"

"That gross little fucker ... well this is cousin rules ... we shouldn't play those kind of cards"

"Your saying Conner is grosser than Shelton?" Lloyd counterd.

Savannah conceded his point, apparently Shelton was one of the neighbor boys who plays this game with them. She just looked at Conner as if he was wasting her time "Well?" she said puckering her lips..."Get it over with".

Conner who I don't think had ever kissed a girl, seemed uncertain what to do, so his Cousin said "You don't know Noogies, you don't know how to kiss, what do they teach you where you come from?"

Conner gave a confident smirk "No, I know how ... I just didn't realize this game went there, you know..."

"Less gabbing" Savannah said opening one of her eyes to look at him, maintaining her pucker "It's not gonna be a make out session, and we aint boyfrand and girlfrand when its over, neither..." she purposely misprounounced 'freind' as 'frand' to emphasize her humorous taunt. As she finished, Conner leaned in and gave her a decent little kiss right on the lips, wiping the turned up grin right of f of her face.

"Good, no tongue" Savannah said consoling herself, wiping her lips as if he had slobbered.

Next it was my turn to draw a chance card, I secretly wondered if I would be kissing Lloyd, he'd be my first kiss too just like Conner had been Savannahs. "Wear frozen underwear for 5 minutes". My cousins laughed a sort of "Hahah, you just had misfortune" laugh.

"Uh ... ick ... what?" I said annoyed at the card I was holding in my hand. It was written in sharpie, so someone had obviously thought this dare up.

"Well princess shortcakes, you pull your panties and bra off, hand them to me, we put them in the freezer, and then in a little bit, you wear them for 5 minutes, what part don't you understand?" sneered Savannah.

"Um ... why is this a fun game?" I said not making a move to stand up to try to remove those from under my nightshirt.

"Well, we weren't born with the silver spoon up our butts the way you were, so we don't have the Nintendo DS to keep us busy" she looked at both me and my brother. "We make do ... the chance cards started as something else, and over time, we add new ones ... adds a little excitement, you know adrenalin"

"Like huffing gas out of your ATC" added Lloyd.

"No, NOT like huffing gas, Lloyd" Savannah corrected "See, that is the kind of dumb ass thing him and his friends think is fun, killing their brain huffing on gas or paint ... compared to some of the stuff they do, this is high art ... have you never been to a sleepover, and done a frozen bra?"

"I can't say that I have?" I said navely.

"I can't say that I have" she said repeating back my own words, except obviously mocking my tone and way of speaking in a way I never said it. I guess to them, me talking normal sounded fancy, the way an english person may sound to me. I'd have to do my best to fit in if I was going to last the entire summer.

She told me that, that the cold was going to sting when I put the frozen panties and bra back on, but it thaws real fast, its not a big deal ... its more that normally you have to be the one to try to get them in the freezer, and since Mom and Ted are still up, you've got to sneak it in, or they'll bitch about getting your skeevy undies on the banquet TV dinners. So I was gonna help you and put em in for you..." pointing out I wasn't as worldy or savvy as my cousin, and she could be a little more crafty about doing it without her parents seeing.

I bit my lip "Fine", standing up, I pulled my hands inside the sleeves of the night shirt and slid my panties down to my ankles kicking them over to her, and fidgeted with my bra. "Lloyd has trouble with the snaps too" she said eyeing the panties I wore "Grannie Panties". They weren't either, but I suppose compared to the flimsy things she probably wore they seemed pretty conservative. She stood up and reaching through my nightshirt with a single move unhooked the clasp allowing the bra to unsnap and fall to the floor. Taking my night things she disappeared down the hall, to go put them in the freezer.

I sat back down, taking car to sit indian style, and fold my arms in front of my chest. suddenly aware of how sheer the night shirt was without my underthings.

"So ... should we spin the hungry hungry hippopotamus or try to sink the battleship, or whatever while she is gone?"

"Just wait til she gets back" Lloyd said patiently.

"ELLEN?" I heard my mom call me from the living room. Lloyd and Conner giggled. I was thinking I must be busted for playing this game.

I quickly ran into the living room "Uh Ellen, we wanted to talk to you" my Mom said. Ted, My Aunt, my Dad were sitting on the couches in the living room. Savannah was creeping around the kitchen, and giving me a "play it cool" look.

"Ellen, my sister took your dirty laundry when you were showering, and you know what she found in it, don't you?" my mom said angrily.

I didn't have an idea.

"Marijuana ciggerettes..." aware of how lame that sounded my mom corrected "Weed".

My face exploded with confusion "WHAT?"

"Now, honey did someone give those to you?" My mom asked with concern.

Aunt Crystal piped up "Are you trying to say one of my babies must have given it to your daughter?"

My mom looked at her sister with a look that seemed to say "Butt out" and then back to me "Honey ... do you have on anything under that night shirt?"

"Uh ... no, I um, didn't bring anything extra in with me from the car, and um, when I got out of the shower, I didn't have any clean, so I um" I am a terrible liar and I start to get nervous when I backpedal an excuse.

"You aren't twelve any more, you need to be..." my mom about to instruct me on the need to cover up my puffy nipples, which I can only assume Ted was looking right at through my shirt. I wouldn't know because my eyes were directly down on the green shag carpet.

"Oh for shit's sake, Patricia" My Aunt said my mom's first name, I've not heard it in so long, I think I'd just assume my mom's name was "Mom", as funny as that sounds. "Its Buckman, It's summer, there is no air, the girls around here, don't all wear nice form fitting bras like back where you come from, that is not a big deal, are you not going to do something about her bringing whacky tobacky in here?"

My mom seemed to take offense to being asked the question in front of everyone "Don't undermine me in front of my daughter, we've never dealt with this issue before and I am inclined to believe Ellen..."

This prompted a heated discussion (one of many that would take place this summer) between the sisters, before I was dismissed back to the room. By the time I got back, to my room, the game board was still up, and Savannah was ready for me to wear the frosty bra and panties.

"You want to go back out to the kitchen and get that, after all this? I am in how water, I didnt bring weed into the house!!" I said annoyed at the prospect that they wanted to keep playing and possibly get me in worse trouble if my parents saw her pull the panties and bra out of the freezer after I just said I had not had any to wear.

"Okay, so you want to QUIT the game when it's your turn?" Savannah said in a tone that was more a warning, than a question.

"Well can we play tomorrow or something? I just don't want to get them more riled up, they are still arguing."

"Sure, you want to leave your grundy undies in the freezer over night, so Ted finds them in the morning when he pulls out his Swanson breakfast after you just told them you didn't have an extra pair?"

I scrunched up my nose, and gave it a little thought, while Savannah asked "I bet Ted was looking right through that white nightshirt of yours."

"It's pink and white, and you call your stepfather, Ted?"

"He's stepfather number hundred and seventy three, or probably is, I haven't kept count ... if we didn't call them by their first names, we wouldn't be able to tell which one was which, especially when she's had two of them living here" Savannah said with a tone that sounded like she really could care less.

"Two step dads at once?"

"Well, one thought he was my mom's boyfriend and his brother was just staying here in the spare room, and the other thought he was my mom's boyfriend and he had ot keep it on the hush-hush from his brother, since he had dated her first and they were all counting on his check, because he had a decent job..."

Something hard, wet and cold hit me in the face. It was Lloyd out of the corner of my eye, he had thrown my frozen bra at me. "While you two LADIES" and he used the word ladies mockingly "Were jawing, I went and got the undies so we can finish".

"Fine" I said, trying to slide the cold panties up over my legs. They weren't frozen rock hard, just really, really chilly. "But can we save the game for another night, after this? It's been a long weird day" I said as I made a face of shooting pain, while clipping my frosty bra on under my shirt.

"Will she get frostbite?" asked Conner very seriously, looking up from his DS, having only paid half attention to the game we were playing.

"No Macgruber" (no idea why they called him that, but it sounded like an insult) "She won't get frost bite, at best, a really painful hard titty ... and a frosty butt ... I'll save our position" Lloyd said in what sounded like a serious tone that he was going to put the game away just where we left off. Except he simply grabbed all the playing cards, pieces, dice and spinners and threw them into one of the boxes with a grin.

As I laid down on my dirty mattress, with my teeth chattering and the light switched off "Oh quit whining, miss priss, that was an easy one..." I made a mental note to find reasons not to play the game with the cousins when possible.

It wasn't long though before the temporary discomfort faded and the bra and panties became more wet, from when they had been soaked before being put into the freezer. That was the most awkward. I thought about kicking them off to let them dry, but I felt like maybe I was better off having them on as gross as it felt to have something sticky and wet around my boobs and pussy all night long.

In the morning, they were just a little damp, so I barely even noticed. Especially because my mom and dad were freaking out. Someone had broken into our car in the middle of the night and stolen everything out of it.

I stood outside with everyone else, who came out in their night clothes to survey the broken glass on our window.

"How come your dogs didn't bark, the car was right by our house?" my Dad asked Ted.

"Oh should have mentioned, people break into cars all the time around here, no one leaves a stereo in their car, I guess they could see your car was loaded down with goodies, and too good to be resisted".

"Ted, you gave a response, but you didn't ANSWER my question" my dad corrected "Why didn't your Dogs bark?"

"Well god damn, you should probably ask them ... how would I know what is on their mind ... so much glass breaks here in the middle of night, I don't imagine it would shock them".

We looked pretty ridiculous out there, my mom, dad conner in their pajamas, and me in my strawberry shortcake long night shirt. Ted in the same wife beater we saw him in and his tighty-wighty underwear (which is really a loose definition these 'tighty wightys, were more like Loosey-yellowies). Savannah had on a black "Skynyrd" T-shirt revealing her perfect legs, that seemed to be a nice golden tan unlike my white chicken legs. Lloyd in boxers, and no shirt at all, revealing a well defined set of abs. But of all of us in various states of undress, my Aunt Crystal seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact she had on a lacy thong g-string that said "Kiss me, I'm Irish" on the front (and believe me, those are small letters to say so much and cover so little) and her black bra.

Crystal may have been oblivious, and in her defense, when it was discovered our car was broken into, she probably rushed right outside without thinking to bring a cover up. But the neighbors who heard the shouting and certainly the males in our group all seemed to notice ... So did the women and my mom was staring daggers at her.

"Oh, you prude, Patricia!" Crystal said when she realized attention was on her "Take a Polaroid picture, it'll last longer" she screeched across the street three trailers down to an old man who seemed to be watching from his window, causing him to move away from the window and retreat back into his house.

Without trying to make a motion to cover herself, she turned satisfied, and walked back in the house leaving the rest of us outside to deal with the mess.

"That was all our stuff" Conner I think was the first person to state the obvious. The idea that all our earthly belongings were what few things we though to bring in with us when we first arrived had started to dawn on us as we looked at the car now stripped not only of our stuff, but tires, stereo, everything had been removed.

My mom whispered to me casually without anyone seeing "I am glad you borrowed a bra from Savannah, we'll need to talk later" she said and I sort of smirked "No, not that kind of a talk, now is not the time though." Confused, I just shrugged.



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Chapter 2


Everyone else walked back into the house, there was nothing we could do about it. I was stunned. I just stood there in my T-shirt looking and the vandalized car. I knew crime was always a possibility but it had never happened to us before. I felt violated and numb.

Our car was wrecked and all my brothers things were gone. Then it dawned on me. MY CLOTHES! All my trendy outfits were gone!! All I had to my name was this pink and white long shirt, the underwear I was wearing and the clothes that Aunt Crystal supposedly took from the bathroom yesterday to wash!

To my brother it was his electronics, to my parents it was all the household goods that they had managed to salvage before we lost our home but to me, it was my wardrobe that I would miss the most. My clothes were my personality, my outward statement of who I was albeit a somewhat awkward statement as I was still trying to figure out who I was as a person. Oh sure Savannah would probably lend me some of her things to make do but the last thing I wanted was to be classified as a bona fide member of Fuckman Acres!

As I stood there looking over the remnants of what used to be the family car I became aware of a shirtless, teenage boy gawking at me in my T-shirt. When I looked over at him I saw him making circle with the fingers of his left hand and inserting the index finger of his right hand repeatedly into and out of the circle as he stuck out his tongue and licked the air. HOW OBSCENE, I shouted angrily at him and started back into the house as he laughed hysterically. I felt like a piece of fresh meat that fell off the delivery truck into a pack of hungry dogs.

"Hard times at the Fuckman" I thought to myself. That name seemed to fit. I wasn't one to ordinarily cuss, but I was so bitter, I really couldn't help thinking it.

The family was scurrying around the kitchen grabbing things from the kitchen counter. Aunt Crystal, who was still dressed in only her black sports bra and her lacy thong as if it was totally normal to walk about that way, was laying out some food and my kin were scarfing it up almost as fast as she put it out.

"This ain't no Waffle House, Sweetcakes. Aint nobody gonna wait on you. If you want breakfast you had better dig in or you get left out." My aunt said to me as she returned to the kitchen causing my mom to roll her eyes. Just like her daughter, my Aunt's southern drawl came and went with her mood.

"Grumbling and mumbling isn't going to put your stuff back in your Car! Aren't you at least going to eat?" My Aunt asked as she saw that my parents were just sitting in the living room sulking. They just looked up at her, in polite silence.

"My food's not good enough for Patricia and her fancy family?" My Aunt offered the barb somewhat playfully, but abandoned any attempts at what she considered levity when no one returned her sassy jokes.

My mom just gave her rude look and when back to consoling my dad.

"Suit your self, Ted, you better getting in here before it's all gone!" Ted came bounding into the cluttered kitchenette scratching his ass, and cutting a fart at the same time without the least bit of shame.

"Beans, Beans, good for your hart, something something, the more you shit" he was in a good mood as he made up a song to go with his previous rude toot. "You better let the bathroom air out for a while, if I were you!!" he added while fanning his hand in front of his nose. "Nothing like a good dump first thing in the morning to stimulate your appetite.he said out loud to no one in particular.

GROSS! I thought to myself. This is all really a dream right? I mean any minute I am going to wake up and find myself back in my own comfortable bed.

Then Lloyd pinched me on the butt causing me to shriek as he said grinning, "Move it, babe! Your blocking the food".

I wanted to slap him silly. The stern look my mom gave me was a warning to just let it go.

All I said was "I am not your babe!" as I stepped aside from the food, and let My Aunt and her family go at it.

When they were through there was only one piece of toast left and as I was going to reach for it Uncle Ted snatched up off the plate. "If you are not going to eat that, I'll get rid of it for you. No sense in wasting food."Then in one giant gulp it was gone!

After they scarfed down breakfast, my brother and Cousin's ran into our shared bedroom. Lloyd grabbing at Conner's DS and asking "Just let me show you something with it" excitedly and Conner trying desperately to hang on to his one remaining electronic device. Savannah following behind bored and surly.

My Aunt was talking to my mom and I overheard a bit. "Look, you are a Darville, that's family. I won't kick y'all into the street. Lord knows, I've needed help through the years and always looked to my family when times got hard."

"Crystal, you know that we would have given you money if we had money!" My mom seemed to find some hidden insult in what my Aunt was saying.

"Hey, you did the best you could. I don't hold it against it you. It's water under the bridge, I am your little sister, and I'll always be your little sister!" she seemed to be winking at my Dad who just seemed to sigh back at Crystal, as if to say "Please do not wink at me". My Dad is one of the guys who can so much with a look, or just how he exhales.

My mom seemed like she was going to correct my Aunt or say something to defensive. I must have appeared to be obviously eaves-dropping because my mom got quiet and told to me to "Go in the other room with your Cousins, honey."

I was still hungry as I really didn't get anything to eat, but I felt that it was best to be polite and mindful of my mom. I silently thought to myself I'd make it up at lunch time and try to be a little more assertive about snagging a bite to eat. Their food wasn't the best quality, but I suppose if I got hungry enough, it would do.

I felt a little weird still being in the Strawberry Shortcake night shirt, and my Uncle Ted was giving me the creeps looking at me. I asked my Aunt if I could have the clothes she washed for me, the night before.

"You think this is turn down service? Laundry day is Wednesdays, unless we run out of quarters on Wednesdays that is" She said laughing.

"Okay, well where are the clothes?" I said not really too concerned, I'd have to wear them for a few days. It wasn't the worst thing in the world.

"Why, you wanna see if your Mary Jane, still in your pockets?" My Aunt teased.

"What no." I said, and then changed the subject which probably made me seem guilty, but I had no idea how it got in my pants pocket and the whole topic made me uncomfortable.

"Did you know you sound like Kim Carnes, the singer of Bette Davis Eyes?" I said instead of my Aunt's scratchy voice.

"Well, drinking whiskey and smoking cigerettes will do that to you." she puffed on a smoke and adding a little hyperbole "That song has to be one hundred years old"

Laughing at first "I am a fan of 80's music, my mom had some old songs on cassette in the car." I realized that my attempt to change the subject only brought up the memory of the recent lost of everything in our car, so my laughter quickly faded.

"Okay, then ... So the clothes? They are where?"

I was directed to some sort of universal laundry pile, that Ted explained was the "Definitely dirty" pile. He started to point out several other seemingly random piles of clothes that were sorted according to "How possibly clean they may be", starting with "not that bad" and ending in the Definitley dirty pile.

My stuff was on the top, right next to some greasy overalls that were covered in axle grease and who knows what else.

My clothes were ruined. They were so gross I could even pick them up off the floor. Someone had done that on purpose! They couldn't have gotten that disgusting just lying on the floor like that. I was so angry I wanted to scream! Whoever did this was going to pay! First all my trendy outfits were stolen from our vehicle and now the only good set of clothes I had were like totally trashed.

I stomped out into the living room and looking directly at my Aunt yelled, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CLOTHES? THEY'RE RUINED!"

Before I could say anything more my dad interrupted me, "watch your tone, young lady. That? no way to talk to your elders.

I lowered my head and replied, "Sorry Daddy."

Aunt Crystal wasn't surprised at all by my outburt, she seemed to actually be amused. She just said "Man, it sucks to be someone's 'elders', doesn't it?"

My mom asked me to explain what I was so upset about and I told her what I had found in the utility room. My aunt just shrugged it off. Don't fret Sweetcakes, Savannah will surely lend you some of her things. In the meantime, what you've got on is practical for the summer time."

Practical maybe, but they were embarrassing nonetheless. I decided just to leave without saying another word. I stomped down the hall and when I entered the bedroom I found the boys still struggling over the Nintendo while Savannah looked on bored.

"Listen Savannah, somebody trashed my only remaining set of clothes. Could I borrow one of your outfits until I can get more of my own to wear?"

Savannah looked up grinning. maybe ... what? Is it worth to you?"

"What?! Whaddya mean what? worth to me? Your mom said you let me borrow something to wear. Besides, you know I don't have anything to give you."

"Okay, just wear that silly Strawberry Shortcake shirt for, like, forever. No skin off my ass. You could always go buy yourself some clothes. Oh wait, you can't! You?e poor like us now!she giggled sadistically.

I stood there stunned. She tried to seem busy, but the room was pretty spartan. Other than a few Guns and Roses and Metallica posters and those 8X10 mirror you can win at the County Fair, there wasn't much of anything on the walls. Savannah looked anyway.

"Can I please borrow something else to wear ... just for a little while?

Savannah puckered her lips mockingly and said "Aren't you gonna say pretty please with sugar on top?" then she added suppose if you were willing to play the game of Life again I guess I could lend you something for a little while."

Just then my mom came into the room and told Conner and I that Ted was taking her and my dad down to the county hall to see about filing a police report about the car and to apply for county benefits and maybe see about getting a job. She said Aunt Crystal was going to stay home to keep an eye on us and that we shouldn't give her any trouble. Conner and I promised and with that she left.

"I promise to be good mommy ... Savannah quipped teasingly. what are you, like 8 years old or something?"

"Lets just get on with it.frustrated and hungry, I agreed to the game.

"Okay by me. Boys, stop playing with the thing in your hand." she said with a hint of double entendre' "We're going to play the game of Life.

"ALL RIGHT!Lloyd exclaimed. "Is she going to play by the rules or is she going to wuss out again?"

"Here is the deal, Ellen. I'll pick put one of my favorite outfits for you and let you wear it for the rest of the day IF you play the entire game according to the rules until we have a winner. Deal?"

I agreed and we all sat down at the board and picked out our game pieces. We played for several minutes advancing around the board until Conner landed on a Community Chest space. He read the card, "Give the person across from you a Wedgie." My brother got a weird look, scrunching his nose and knotting his brow. "Wedgie? do I have too?"

The person across from him was Savannah. I squinted my eyes, secretly thrilled that she was going to get it. "Yes, you HAVE to! " There was no way I wanted him to weasel out of it. I wanted to see this!

Conner stood up went over to Savannah and just looked at her not doing anything. "All she has on is a long shirt like you, what do I wedge?" he asked confused.

"Oh for heaven? sakes. I've got panties on you dipweed." Savannah said as she stood up as if she could care less what my brother was about to do. "Go on, we haven't got all day, ya know."

Conner carefully reached under Savannah's night shirt and then suddenly pulled his hand back away from her bottom. "I don't know if we should be doing this. I mean Aunt Crystal might not like it."

"Fuck her" Lloyd said of his mom. "MA, IS IT OKAY IF CONNER GIVES SAVANNAH A WEDGIE. WE'RE PLAYING A GAME.he yelled into the living room.

"Whatever... ".came the disinterested reply from the living room.

"See ... go ahead dude. Now you've got permission.

Savannah just rolled her eyes. Conner took a deep breath and a once again reached out to slide his hand under her Motley Crue shirt when Savannah just hiked it up exposing her panties to the room. The look on my brother's face was amazing. His eyes were bugging out and his mouth was wide open. "What is the matter kid. Never seen a girl's panties before?"

"Yeah, sure I have, he said trying to sound bold. it's just that these are so pretty."

Rolling her eyes again Savannah sighed, "Oh good grief! they were simple white cotton panties not unlike my own.

"These are ordinary panties, they cover more than most bikinis do. Do I have to hike them for you?"

Conner then grabbed a fist full of material and yanked her panties high up between her legs. My brother, being smaller than Savannah and several years younger, didn't really cause her any pain but she did look ridiculous and the boys laughed anyway. When he was through, he went over to sit back down and I noticed a distinct bulge in his pajama bottoms. My own brother was aroused!

"Hard Times at the Fuckman" Savannah said while re-adjusting the panties under her long black shirt.

"Did it hurt, or because you have no weiner, it doesn't?"

"You slid them up the crack of my ass, Einstein, I've got an asshole." rolling her eyes in response.

I wasn't sure I liked this game at all, but I did have to admit liking the fact that Savannah had to endure that little Wedgie in front of us. It served her right for making me play this stupid game. We continued the game moving our mismatched pieces around the board when Samantha landed on a Community Chest space. As she looked at her card she smiled from ear to ear. "Paybacks are hell, dude.

Conner gulped, adjusting his own pajama trousers instinctively "What does it say?"

Savannah stood up and handed my brother her card and as he read aloud, "Depants the person across from you." in the slow stuttering way someone with very limited reading ability would do. The words fully sunk in Savannah had grabbed his pajama bottoms and underwear, yanking them to the floor stunning my poor brother leaving him standing there naked, almost fully erect and frozen in fear!

HOLY CRAP I was seeing my brother's penis. I almost fainted but I was fascinated too. I couldn't help but look. He had grown some since I last saw him naked like when he was maybe 9 or so. Sam and Lloyd were laughing hysterically. He even had the start of some pubic hair, and fully erect his cock stood at a proud six inches at least!

"What's that for you little horndog? Excited to see your sister looking at your nuts?" Savannah teased pointing at his boner as she sat down again at her place at the board.

All the color had left Conner's face as he stood there for a few moments. Then finally realizing that he didn't have to stand there naked he quickly stooped down and began wiggling his bottoms back up until he was covered once again, reaching in for a quick tuck and adjustment to hide his erection.

"Good on ya, dude!" Lloyd said slapping him on the back. "way to play the game!" Conner began laughing too now and seemed to get into the spirit of things.

"I LIKE this game!" Conner said laughing as he asked whose turn it was.

"Ellen's turn" Savannah announced.

Nervously I took my turn and landed on a Chance square. "now what?" I asked. "There are no chance cards.looking for them.

Lloyd smiled and explained that in a chance square, I'd have to spin a wheel and then look it up by number. "We used to have Chance cards, but they got all sticky, someone prolly spooged on them."

At the time, I wasn't sure what "spooge" was, but had I known I probably would have made an even more disgusted face.

Savannah grabbed the board out of the game box and held it up to her chest so I couldn't see. I just looked at her. "Go on, spin the wheel, or are you a PUSSY?"

Defiantly, I spun the wheel and it landed on number 3. Then I had to spin the wheel another time to determine who I am paired with."

"DAMN THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD!" Lloyd shouted out as if he already knew the answer.

Savannah studied the chart, though I doubted that she really had to do that. I think she only read it aloud for my benefit as she was smiling from ear to ear again. "Hmmm, number three, french kiss for 5 minutes, "You are paired with me, girly girl."

"Oh Hell No!" I said alarmed.

"Who did you want it to be? Your Brother or Lloyd?"

"No one, this game is perverted!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, I'd hardly ever kissed a boy before, and I had never French-kissed anyone EVER. It was always just sort of playful flirty kisses and not more than a peck. Not that the idea of putting my tongue in some cute guy's mouth hadn't crossed my mind before. Its just that I had never done it before and certainly not to a girl!!

Everyone was looking at me to see what I was going to do. "Go on, I did mine!" Conner reminded me before adding "It doesn't mean you are lesbian."

His remark made me feel guilty. He was a good sport, and endured being exposed to the room and could now laugh about it. I'd lose his respect if I tried and weaseled out of this now. Looking at Savannah I could tell that she was probably only acting so eager about this because she didn't think I could or WOULD do it. I knew that if I caved now I would be picked on mercilessly by all of them for the rest of my stay here. I knew I had to show I wasn't a push over ... no matter how disgusting this was.

I swallowed hard ... Trying to act all confident-like, I leaned over and put my lips against Savannah's admittedly very soft lips. I began to awkwardly to slip a little of my tongue into her open mouth when she took over and practically choked me with her own tongue. She wiggled it around practically raping me with that thing of hers! My heart was racing and I was a confused pile of emotions. I hated it. It was disgusting. It's not so bad. It feels kind of nice actually. WHAT AM I THINKING?! It's revolting! I couldn't help but notice I was getting wet down below. I was so confused! Then I felt her hand squeezing my left boob!

I could hear my brother singing "I kissed a girl, and I Li-iked it, Cherry Chapstick..." a song he was butchering by Katy Perry. Lloyd had joined it and together they managed to mangle it until I started to giggle at the awkward of this.

I could taste Eggs and Rootbeer on Savannah's breath. I tried not to think about it, as I backed away my lips to ask "How do we know when time is up?"

"Shit, so precise, so many rules" Savannah said pushing me by the chest on to my mattress. "It's not exact five minutes." Then she asked Conner and Lloyd if they were satisfied it had been long enough and they both grinned and nodded yes.

Savannah kept looking at me grinning for a moment then she winked at me!

What the fuck? Is she a lesbian? This whole family is just weird I thought to myself.

Savannah took her turn and again we went around the board, a few times more. It was still morning but it was already hot and stuffy in the bedroom and no interesting cards were drawn.

"This is boring! Lets play dodge ball!" Lloyd pleaded.

Savannah denied his first choice, then his second, then his third.

He started making up things just for fun. "Doucheformers, assholes in disguise?"

"Ehh, you aren't even funny" she rolled her eyes to his Transformers reference.

"Okay ... how about hide the bologna?" Lloyd sneered "I can go get Ted"

This was some inside joke of theirs, because Savannah smacked her brother hard and said "Don't even go there, besides Ted is in town with their parents"

"Don't you have to call him Step Dad or something?" Conner asked of their mom's girlfriend

"He's lucky I don't call him asshole, like I did the last guy. I think his name was Calvin or something." Savannah replied casually. "Ted's been here 4 months, which is pretty long for my Mom's relationships, we stopped calling them daddy long time ago."

Conner seemed to get the hint that he should just let that go.

"Dick, Dick Goose?" Lloyd said cracking up at his own parodies of game suggestions.

"How about Cowboy's and Inyuns?" Savannah said seriously.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like fun!" Lloyd said while Conner and I looked on confused.

"Isn't that a game for like three year olds?" Conner said mockingly, eyeing his Gameboy DS, state of the art in handheld electronics.

"Not the way we play, you'll see" Lloyd said, already digging through his meager pile of game pieces for an fake indian feathered headband a few other things for the game. We play it down by the Quarry." then he added "Guys will be cowboys, girls are inyuns.".

"I guess so, these two don't know how to play, so it makes sense if we split it up that way, cool with you guys?" Savannah's question was more of a statement that it would be, because she didn't wait for our response.

"We need a break from here, blow the stink off ya" Lloyd said slapping Conner hard on the back. "I'll run ahead and see if I can get a few of my friends to play too."

Lloyd had on a pair of jeans, and he slipped on a football jersey and began running out the door. He was built like an athlete, and it was obvious he liked to play games involving sports and running by the way he seemed to light up at the idea of this game.

Savannah stood up around the same time, and sauntered over to the closet, put her finger to her lips to look for some clothes and began to suck on it playfully. "Hmmm, this looks kinda like an Indian thing".

It was a Tim McGraw shirt, and a pair of skin tight jeans. She slipped off her shirt revealing a lacy bra and the panties we had seen earlier.

Conner's face lit up, and it almost seemed as if Savannah was testing him playfully to see if she could shock him, possibly shock me. "It's Victoria secret" she said turning to me and indicating her bra"You like it? Crystal bought it for me."

I just smiled back at her, unsure what to say.

"We've got the whole summer, and sharing one hot room. I know you've got to have done some sleep overs or showered in the gym or something, jeez." She said dismissively to the two of us.

We had each had our own room, and plenty of privacy. In addition, it had constantly been reinforced to us, not to show our "privates" to anyone. So this was a sudden shock to the system to my brother and I.

"Conner? Are you going to change into YOUR clothes, or waiting for an engraved invitation?" adjusting quickly to his surroundings Conner took the outfit he had on the day before (his only other outfit besides his Pajamas) and sheepishly changed without removing his underwear.

"Oh no one is gonna look at your peachfuzz and pink pudgy little boy-boobs" Savannah teased without looking at him.

"What about me? What can I wear?" I asked.

"Well, we didn't finish the game of Life, so why would I loan you something?"

"Thats BS, Savanah, I played it."

"Derp, Did you finish it?" she mocked adding "Look, it's hot, I am bored, you look fine for the Fuckman. Half the black families don't put a diaper on a kid til they are about your age" she joked dismissively.

"Won't your Mom stop me from leaving like this?" I asked waiting for parental supervision to help give me an excuse not to wear this Strawberry Shortcake Nightshirt out of the house again. I made a mental note to get rid of it as soon as I could, I was too old to wear something this corny.

She grabbed us both by our hands, and led us out of the room "Ma Going to Play, Tell Ellen she looks lovely."

"Whatever ... Lovely" Aunt Crystal said disinterested and engrossed in her TV show.

We were already out the screen down and passed their big dog's Zeus and Ares and running down the block. Row after row of single-wide boxes most with piles of junk and derelict cars parked helter-skelter in any place that they would fit.

"I've got no shoes on!!" I said hoping she'd stop.

"Neither do I?" she laughed.

"Yeah, but you must be used to it."

"Yeah, it'll toughen you up, come on, jog, and your feet won't get so hot on the pavement."

Conner said trying to keep up with us "Where are we going?"

"Just up the street. There is an old rock quarry not far from here that we sometimes plat at. It beats getting run over by traffic around here."

"ROCK QUARRY?"

"Yeah, it used to employ a lot of people, but it closed down. Almost no one goes there any more." running slightly ahead of us.

When we finally reached the overgrown fence leading into the abandoned quarry I wasn't surprised to see they had defaced the sign to this one too. "Cock Quarry?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah, funny right?" Savannah asked as she started looking for signs of her brother as we pressed further into the spooky old quarry.

"Funny's not the word I'd call it, I am already calling it the Fuckman, if my mom hears me cussing..."

"She'll what?"

"I don't know, but she'll probably be mad. Ground me?"

"Ground you from going where? The nearest mall is way back where you come from, Ted and Crystal dominate the TV, what is grounding going to do?" Savannah said.

I shivered. Even though it was hot outside, every now and then a strong breeze cut through the quarry rocks. Add to the fact, I was nervous and felt defenseless in the thin night shirt.

"STICK EM UP, SKY HIGH!!" Lloyd jumped out from behind a tree with a cowboy hat on two sizes too small, holding a plastic gun.

"Uh, what?" I asked in confusion.

"Get em, Pardner!" Lloyd called out Conner who standing behind us tried grabbing Savannah and me.

Savannah gave kicked her leg backwards hard and sent Conner sprawling to the ground, then she bolted chanting "Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha!" in a mock indian warcry.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I turned around and bent over Conner to check on him. "Time out guys, I think Conner is hurt".

Lloyd came up behind me, and put the plastic toy gun to my back. At least that is what I thought it was when I told him to knock it off. He put it right up to my throat, it was some sort of weird switch blade type knife.

"Lloyd, what the heck? No!!"

"Good distraction, little buddy ... way to play possum!" Lloyd called out to Conner tossing him the plastic gun.

Conner sat up smiling, took the gun and said "Thanks, Deadeye!"

"Was there instructions to this game before hand? I don't know my part in this That feels like a real knife!!" I said worried.

"Aint no instructions for Indians, your name is Poke-a-hawtass, the Indian Princess, and this knife is for scalpin' Inyuns, who don took my jobs!" Lloyd was playing his character, but making no sense to me.

"Durk-A-Durr!!" Conner blurted out with a grin on his face, pointing the plastic gun in front of me.

"Guys, some one could get hurt!" I said, holding my arms up. I was helpless to my Cousin Lloyd.

"Sack-a-Ya Bull-shit!! Indian Warrior Queen HI-YA!!" Savannah screamed calling out her indian pretend name, making it sound like a dirty version of Sacajawea. At the same time striking Lloyd across the back with a stick she must have picked up in the Quarry.

"Run, Pocahawtass!! Run to our base!" she urged and then turned and fled deeper into the quarry.

"What, where is our base? I don't want to play this!" I called out to her, as she fled like a fox down a hole.

Conner seemed a little reluctant to grab me, so while Lloyd started to get up, I ran in the general direction I'd seen Savannah run.

Straight into two boys about my age on Bikes, who caught up to me quickly on the dirt road around the Quarry.

"Whoa, Hey there Inyun, where ya goin?" said one of the boys, as they came to a stop treating their bikes like imaginary horses.

"I am not an Inyun, it's Indian anyway." I corrected "I don't want to play"

"Well that is too bad, you see it's wild west times now." the other boy added.

"I don't really give a shit, I am just looking for my friend." I started to walk again, frustrated that they had just made me loose my cool and cuss.

"Oh, really? This here squaw got a dirty mouth!" said the first boy.

"Yeah, she got a purty mouth too ... what say we string her up, and bring her back for justice?" the second boy added lashing a cord of rope at me, as if it were a lasso or a whip.

"Please fuck off, your gross and that rope is dirty, I have no idea where it's been" I said which seemed to make them angry.

The two grabbed me, one on each hand and began to pull me towards what they called "The Cowboy Base".

This was some sort of old tool shed, that had been here when the quarry was in operation. It was dirty, rusty, and smelled like dog piss. I was struggling and kicking, but I was no Savannah. Nothing I did seemed to do anything more than amuse and delight them.

"Let's get her in her jail, before the Outlaws get here." one of the boys who called himself "Sheriff Marshall said.

"We can't let her know how to get to our secret cowboy base, in case she escapes. You know what to do Deputy Fester! He said to the other boy over-acting the part of Cowboy sheriff.

"Aye Aye! Captain" (The other kid may have been playing pirate, its hard to say) but the two of them began to spin me in circles, round and round, meanwhile laughing until I was dizzy and fell on the ground.

I wanted to tell them that just making some one dizzy 15 feet away from the place you don't want them to see, won't make your base secret. However, by the rules of imaginary games like this, apparently spinning me until I almost puke is enough.

"Take her sacred Indian garb!" shouted the Marshall, while I was still recovering on the ground from dizziness.

In a few moments, they had managed to yank the nightshirt roughly over my head leaving me in bra and panties.

"Oh no!! You give that back!!" I bit my lip hard. I was mad and I put on a very brave face.

The boy's called my bluff, and brushed me aside when I came charging at them. They had wadded up my nightshirt and began throwing it like a ball over my head. "Keep away from the Inyun!" they teased as I jumped and bounced around.

I must have looked like an idiot out there.

Then I felt a shove on my back from the deputy, he pushed me into an old tree set right by the shed.

They used the rope to lash me to the tree, wrapping it around my back, with my chest and face pushed into the tree. I felt like crying but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Grabbing my head and turning my face, one of them pushed my nightshirt into my mouth to gag me, letting the rest hang out. Then they duct taped my hands, and finally sealed the my mouth. I was furious and struggling to free myself. My legs were still free, so I tried a few back kicks, but I just wasn't as limber as Savannah, and my kicks were more like awkward flailing that caused giggles.

I could feel them playing with my bra strap. "Oh shit, this is one of those new fangled 20th century bras, Deputy Fester. How do I unhook these straps"

"We could cut it off?" the Deputy added, sending shivers down my spine.

"Nah, that would be obscene" I breathed a sigh of relief, they were just trying to scare me. It was pretty over-the-top boys I didn't even know would take a chance and strip a strange girl. My adrenalin was pumping though.

"Besides, I think I can get the hook" and with that he popped off my bra and pulled it entirely off me. The wooden tree bark scratching my bare boobs only making me more aware of the situation I was in.

"Panties too?" the Deputy asked.

"Yeah, Squaws have been known to smuggle spears in there." he put his thumbs on either side of my panties and yanked down while I squirmed and screamed into the gag. Pressing my body into the tree, all they could see was my butt. Some how it felt a little more safe, to be facing away from my captors.

"Smells pretty good" one of them was sniffing my panties.

"Do it now?" Lloyd said from a distance and the two strange boy's voices stopped. "Got the jump on you, Marshall ... it's your old nemah..." Lloyd searched for the word, Nemesis but decided to go with "enemy".

They started to make gun shot sounds with their mouths, and it sounded like actual fighting as well.

I don't know, because I had my eyes shut tight, and I was completely turned around.

Apparently, Lloyd had beaten off his 'nemesis' because after a few minutes I could feel his hands on my shoulders spinning me around to face him, while Conner ripped the duct tape off of my wrists. I was still gagged but releived.

Then I was suddenly aware that they weren't trying to free me further, and were grinning at my complete nudity. My murmurs into my nightshirt gag only serving to make them laugh further.

Conner was joking with his Cousin now known as Deadeye Dick the Outlaw, "Dammit, the first time I get to see an actual girls bare boobs and its my sisters"

Lloyd didn't even answer him, he was lost in the game. "Inyuns run fastest when nekked, makes em harder to track. You reckon we ought to let her have her clothes back, so we can follow her to the Indian base?"

Conner was grinning "Whatever you say, Deadeye". Conner was only half-playing alone that much was obvious.

Deadeye pulled the duct tape from my face, making me screech "YE-OW" as I spit my nightshirt onto the ground.

"Indian War Cry" he explained to my brother, with a swagger as if he had expected that sound to come from my lips.

"Games over! Come on! Give me my clothes back."

"Outlaws don't GIVE anything, we TAKE" he said sounding a bit like the actor Matthew McConaughey in every role he has ever played. Cutting the rope that bound me with his switchblade, nearly cutting my skin and at the same time scooping up my panties and bra and running.

My eyes went red with anger, as I chased him and my brother, completely forgetting (well slightly forgetting) the fact that even with a modest a-cup, my tits must have been bouncing up and down, and I was fully naked running through a Quarry pit. There were at least two other boys here, who had already stripped me naked, the sane move would be to turn around and run for help.

I wasn't thinking straight, I was determined to get my bra and panties back. Unfortunately, I just couldn't out run Lloyd and Conner didn't have my stuff, I soon lost the two of them in the thickets and briars that surround the quarry. I found out the hard way getting a thorn in the butt, and in my leg that you don't want to just go crashing into that stuff.

I turned around and began to walk, completely out of breath for the shed where my nightshirt was.

That is when I heard Savannah in a tree "Pocahawtass, Whoo Whoo" she made a sound like an owl. The Quarry winds down around a big pit, and Savannah was on the level just above the one I was on, hanging on a tree.

"What are you, Woodsy Owl?" I asked in anger, putting my hands on my hips.

"Don't go that way" she spoke in a sing song way, like Tonto from the old Cowboy and Indian TV shows. "Many pale faces there" indicating the shed/cowboy base.

She threw down a dirty rope from the tree, and I looked at it. "Climb that? Naked?"

"You got better idea?" she said, which sounded kind of funny in the Indian voice. (I guess you had to be there).

I curled my lip, took a deep breath, shut my eyes and leaped on to the robe, hugging it, wrapping my legs around it, leaving a mark of dirt and grime between my tits, stretching down my body and began to climb as quickly as I could. At least I thought I had, when I opened my eyes I wasn't making any progress.

"She wagon-wheels" Savannah offered in her American Inyun accent, and disappeared from the high tree of the overlook she was on leaving me to my fate. It was Conner and Lloyd, they had doubled back.

"Conner! You better give me my clothes back!" I said angrily pointing my finger at him.

He just smiled "Sure!" he offered my stuff to me to me, well except for the nightshirt.

I didn't expect that, it sort of took all the wind out of my sails. Taking the clothes from him, I said "Thank you, very much white man" in Savannah's Indian style accent. It seemed the least I could do since he was being nice.

"Yah, game is over, the other guys had to go." Lloyd said, talking once again in his regular accent.

Savannah re-emerged from over head "Oh shit, well you didn't catch me!!" she was holding a water balloon and launched it her brother, striking him in the shoulder. "I had one boulder left!" she announced.

"Look, no one told me the rules, why is there boulders? And REAL knives?" I said as I bent at the knee to put on my panties and get my bra on.

By the time I looked up, Conner and Lloyd were already gone, and Savannah was standing in front of me.

"They went back home, come on, let's go!" she wanted me to run with her to the entrance.

"Hang on, I need my nightshirt."

"Leave it, it's gay" she said, clearly meaning she thought it looked stupid. I couldn't disagree, but at the same time, it was all I had.

"You'll lend me something of yours?"

"Have you won the game of Life yet?" she replied patiently.

"Well, I need it to walk home." I insisted and started to walk in that direction.

"Why?" her question drawn out in a slinky, almost sultry southern drawl so that it sounds more like "Wh-Eye".

"Well for one, because I am in bra and panties, sweaty dirty ones at that ... For two, who knows if those boys will catch me and try to rape me."

"Oh my god, they did not rape you." Savannah said dismissively.

"Were you there? They tied me up like they would!"

"It's the game, it's imaginary. They won't kill you, or rape you. We've all skinny dipped out here, or been Inyuns before, Cops and Robbers."

"I see, it's the same game but the Robbers get stripped naked?"

"Fuck no, at the Fuckman, the Robbers are the good guys! The pigs are!" she corrected while laughing.

"Well, I don't care. I need my shirt, my mom will have a cow."

"What are you, Bart Simpson?" Savannah called after me to wait "Look, the boys have gone, it's lunch time. You didn't eat our delicious breakfast" she said sarcastically "You gotta be hungry, hold up. Stand look out for a second"

I stopped and turned around to face Savannah looking around conspiratorially from left to right before backing up and squatting in the bushes. "I've got to pee, real fast".

In about 30 seconds, she had apparently finished and pulled up her pants.

"Aren't you going to wipe?"

"Did you have some Charmin 2-ply with you?" She replied, and shrugged "Air dry. You gotta do what you gotta do. I'll take off the jeans when I get home." then she asked "Are you coming or what?"

"No! I'll look for my nightshirt".

"Suit yourself, Thumbelina" she said with a wink as she turned around to walk the other direction. "You can find your own way out!" and she began to jog away from me.

When I got back to the shed, I found the "lasso" the boys had used, several rolls of duct tape, some old wooden spoons and a few things shaped like objects I didn't even want to think about, but no nightshirt.

I spent at least 20 minutes, walking around out there in the hottest time of the day, with only my bra and cotton panties on. It was starting to get sweaty. I felt like this was a dream I couldn't wake up from.

Finally, in frustration I gave up my search. One of those boys must have taken it, or it may have fallen into the briars and thorn bushes that grew around the quarry. The roads were sort of a soft brown clay, and they didn't feel so bad on my sore feet. "Oh my feet!" I was suddenly aware of the pain of running around with no shoes, without the callouses my cousins obviously had on the bottom of their feet.

I was also aware that one of the thorns had caught me squarely in the butt cheek, another in the leg and I had a few tiny scratches as well.

It would take another 20 minutes to find my way out of the quarry pit, made that much harder by walking UP the sloping roads as opposed to running down them.

Climbing past the "Cock Quarry" sign and into the trailer park, I was suddenly aware that I was lost and had no idea what street was what. They all looked the same, and the street names were confusing.

There hadn't been time for me to get my head around any landmarks to find my way back. I started to walk down the Fuckman Acre streets. I was aware of the cat-calls and whistles. Guys in trucker hats they didn't wear ironically like hipsters, bent over chevy muscle cars with only grey primer, working on their engines in the yard would look up as I passed trying to avoid their attention. Old men would follow me as I walked, making no attempt to hide their leering.

I silently whispered to myself "Hard times at the Buckman" as I looked at how I was dressed and wondered how was I going to explain this?



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Chapter 3


Okay, I am just not THAT in shape that I could run the entire length of the shimmering sea of trailer park homes of the Buckman, or as I so lovingly learned to refer to it "Fuckman Acres". I was walking down one of the narrow streets trying to find my way back in a very modest bra and panties that had just the night before been frozen wet. I am sure with this morning's "Game" they were getting sweaty too.

Even though it felt like people were staring at me from the trailers, and the wooden fire traps they refer to as a "Deck" I got the distinct impression that a girl in a bra and panties didn't shock them. I remembered as we drove into the Buckman seeing girls about my age in short leapord print skirts and sports bras or half-shirts exposing their midriffs.

It certainly was a hot summer, and I began to rationalize that what I had on was really no worse than a bikini. My bra was flesh colored plain jane snap in the back kinda bra, and the panties were simple white cotton no-nonsense junior-miss buy em by the 8-pack kind. Lost in my own thoughts, while I wandered the Fuckman looking for my Aunt Crystal's trailer I reached behind my back and pulled my panties out of my ass crack to adjust them a little.

"Picking a winner?"

I turned around and a cherubic old man on a golf cart was staring at me with a bemused expression. His cart was loaded down with plastic buckets, garden hoses.

Startled, I ignored his joke about me picking my ass. "I am new here, and a little lost, do you work for the park?"

"Sure do, where you trying to get too? Rape street?"

"Is that a street?" I asked skeptically.

"No, THAT is a joke, lighten up. Girls your age don't usually walk around in just bra and panties until just before rent day."

"Actually, the bra and panties thing, is kind of an accident."

"Sure, you accidentally went out of your house and said, to your self "Hey, am I forgetting something? Guess not. See ya later" and then just now realized you were walking up and down the street here giving old men like me perverted thoughts, did ya? Happens to me all the time."

He was putting me at ease, and I offered by way of explanation "No, there is a long story. I am not a slut or anything though."

"Oh no? Well why did I bother to talk to you then?" he laughed pantomiming driving his golf cart away. "Name is Oddjobs, but you can call me Oliver." He seemed amused by his own quirky sense of humor.

"Do you think you could give me a ride to my Aunt Crystal's trailer?"

"Okie Doke, but you gotta ride on lap and talk about whatever pops up."

Realizing he was a dirty old man, and not the white knight I needed I tried to excuse myself. He was starting to creep me out.

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch. Actually, get them in a bunch, I'd love to see what that looks like" He smiled riding along side me as I walked "I was kidding you about the lap thing. Lighten up, Frances".

"My name isn't Frances, it's Ellen".

"It's a line for a movie. Listen, I'd love to take you to your trailer, but you know here at Buckman Acres, there is probably about a hundred Crystals? Even more Tammys, than Crystal. I'd love to help ya missy but can't see how."

"Her daughter's name is Savannah?"

"Oh, THAT Crystal, has fake boobs, likes to suntan outside in a thong?" he instantly narrowed it down to the one trailer.

"Wow, yeah. I mean there is a chance there is another one?"

"No, no. Those two, I know them. Hop on, I'll have you there in a jiff". Precariously hanging on to his little rickety golf cart enjoying the slight breeze provided by his trying to impress me getting it up to its top speed, which was probably about 12 mph. We were at my Aunt Crystal's trailer in no time. I would never have taken the streets he chose, so I would have been roaming the trailer park for hours.

"Thanks so much! You really saved me" I gave him a hug without even thinking and went inside, preparing myself to give my brother and cousins a piece of my mind!

The first person to see me as I opened the screened door was Ted. "Hey jail bait! Whoa, nice outfit. Thought you were all knees and elbows, but you got legs!" whistling.

If Ted was already back from city hall, then my "CAN YOU EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE DRESSED THIS WAY?" Mom was home too and she was livid!

My Mom grabbed me harshly by my ear, something she had never done before. In fact, I was never spanked or physically punished. It simply never came up. She pulled me into two rooms, but there was someone in each of them, there was simply no privacy here to have a conversation. I was slightly thankful for the favor before she gave up and took me to the bathroom to lay into me about what I had on.

"What is the meaning of running around here, dressed like a little hussy?"

"It's not what you think!" I defended myself instinctively, but I had never been in a situation like this one. It was more panic.

"How do you know what I think?" her eyes were burning holes directly into the pit of my stomach.

"You think I decided to wear the panties and bra, out of the house and walk around the Fuckman because" I said non chalantly covering my mouth as I realized I had just said "Fuckman" instead of "Buckman". It was an honest mistake, I'd been saying "Fuckman" all day. Damn whoever made the "B" into an "F" on the sign in front of the park anyway, now I just couldn't get it out of my head!

She cut me off by grabbing a fistful of my hair and taking me to the sink "You eat this bar of soap right now!!" She was clearly stressed out and angry. She grabbed an open bar of ivory and crammed it into my mouth. I was too shocked to do anything but murmur.

"The FUCKMAN?" she said loudly, then realizing how paper thin the walls were "The Fuckman?" she said a second time quietly. "I don't want you calling it that. This could be our home for a while. I will not have you become one of THEM!" she pointed out the door to indicate my Aunt and her family.

"We have not been here a full day, you've been mixed up with marijuana cigarette, you've been walking outside in just a bra and panties, you've been playing dirty games with boys, I don't know what else!"

I wanted to reply to my mom, but I had soap in my mouth so all that came out was "Mrrfff". That gave me time to wonder if my mom was ever "cool" or did she always think weed was called a " marijuana cigarette".

"My OLDER sister walks around this trailer with her fanny hanging out, in front of your Dad and Conner like its no big deal. That makes her daughter think she can be a little tease and do it too. However, I thought you had more sense than that?"

Still I could just say "Mrrffff!" and look apologetic.

"I can't rock the boat here, because of our current financial situation and it IS Crystal's house after all she she makes the rules. So I can't very well tell her to put something on. I CAN tell you too, but I shouldn't have too. You should know by now how inappropriate just walking around that way is. Ellen when you were three, you could run around in the sprinklers and play with just your panties on. You do understand, that as a teenage girl, what signals it gives to boys that you are willing to dress and act like a slut?"

"Mrrffff"

"Oh, for pete's sake!" taking the soap out of my mouth and letting me rinse my mouth out before I gagged on the bar of soap.

"I am so sorry, mom. I won't do it again. I just had nothing to wear, I lost the night shirt and "I was mid-apology when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Patricia!" it was Crystal. "Open up, it's my fault. Come on out, let's talk about it."

My mom opened the door and stuck her head through "Actually, I'd like to have a private conversation with my daughter, if you don't mind?" She said tensely.

"I don't mind, it's just you know everyone can hear you right?" Aunt Crystal cast a bemused grin.

Realizing that Crystal had heard what she said about her family, my mom was a bit confused and lost some of her thunder and lightning. "Ellen is also only partially dressed, so it may be best to finish in here" Mom's attitude a little more deflated but stressed.

"Oh Dear Lord, she is over dressed for the Buckman, we all saw her little narrow butt walk in here like that. Her little crease taint nothing none of my boys never seen before. Now come on, you two let's sit down and get to the bottom of it." My Aunt was being playful, not taking the raged fit my mother was having seriously and it seemed to only make my mom even more tense.

"I am just glad her father stayed at City Hall, if you think I over-reacted, I can only imagine what he'd say." My mom was calming down, and I followed them into the living room and had a seat on the couch.

"Now, look y'all" Aunt Crystal took a sip of something in a plastic tumbler "I ain't Doctor Phil, so I don't claim to have all the answers. Some times you need a little skin to win out here, so if a guy sees a cute little butt wiggling, what is the big deal if he gets a hard smile?"

I didn't understand what she was saying and my mom asked "It's noon, are you already drinking?"

"Damn, that late? I better try to catch up." taking another sip from the tumbler with a coy smile "It's just a little bit nipply outside, It's for the chill." she said playfully, ignoring the fact it was summer time. "Hey, it's like you said, it's my house, my rules. So if I don't want her to wear Savannah's clothes, then it's up to me, right?"

"I thought you said I should borrow some from her?" Aunt Crystal looked at me and said "Oh well, you see I changed my mind. I don't want you to become like one of US!" she took a drag from a cigarette letting it sink in that she had heard every word my mom had said to me in the bathroom. She was being arbitrary and loving it.

It was clear she'd had something to drink, but she wasn't stumbling around on the floor drunk. I'd never been around "drunks". I pouted, not knowing if she was being serious or just saying that without really thinking about the ramifications. She had sounded playful, almost challenging when she forbid her daughter to loan me anything in reaction to hearing what my mom said about her.

"That's fine, I'll buy new clothes." My mom added bluntly taking my Aunt's bait.

"Where? With what money? You are broke, and Ted's truck broke down on the way back taking your precious husband mike to the City Hall, you just had to get to today!" Aunt Crystal was alternating between bitchy, angry and amused. If my mom had just let it go, maybe Aunt Crystal would have listened to reason.

"Go on in your room, Ellen, I am going to talk to your Aunt a little bit". My mom forgetting all about my situation dismissed me from the living room, so the two of them could argue. I had a feeling this wasn't about me, it was about some rivalry from their own childhood.

When I opened the door to the room I shared with my brother and cousins, they all broke out in hysterical laughing pointing at me.

"Hardee, Harr Harr" I gave them a look of indifference. "You guys basically raped me out there today" I whispered "And now I've got to pay the price!"

"Oh yes mommy, please put soap in my mouth" Savannah mimicked my voice except like a little girl.

"I didn't say that to her!" I fired back, having a seat on on my mattress.

"No, you said Mrmrmmrmrmrmrmmrm" Conner was cutting up along with them.

"You know, you could be on my side, some Conner."

"Oh, he could" Lloyd butted in "But what fun would that be? I am always pulling one on Savannah and she is always getting me back. It's how we show we love each other."

"Don't go getting all mushy, Lloyd the Noid" Savannah said standing up and going to the closet to push aside some hangers "Look, you didn't win the game of Life, but I can't keep fucking with ya, how about a peace offering, I'll find something for you to wear, okay?"

"Actually, your mom forbid you to loan me anything".

"Crystal's just a little drunk" Savannah said dismissively of her mom. "She'd forget all about it, trust me. But if you want to be a goody little two shoes and sit here flashing the beaver to my brother all afternoon..."

"CAMEL TOE!!" Lloyd looked at where Savannah was pointing.

My white cotten panties, had ridden up my crotch, perfectly outlining my pussy".

"Gross, it looks like a little babies butt" My brother added laughing about the shape my vagina made pressed up against my panties...

"Shhhh, her panties are so tight, I think I can read her lips?" Lloyd put his hand to his ear to pantomime listening.

I wanted to say that made no sense, you don't listen to read lips, but I was drowned out by their laugher so I rolled on to my belly instead.

"Oh don't pout, Sis" Savannah gave a lazy smile and added "We are just having some fun with you. You want to be a spoiled sport, that is fine with me."

"Look Boys and Girls, this is a two butt cheek room, with eight cheeks trying to share it ... so either you are going to stare or you are going to hide your eyes, but you better pick one right now." Savannah said for the benefit of me and brother, and gave me a playful slap on the ass.

I stayed on my stomach "It's just been a weird day, guys. I've lost everything I owned, been tied to a tree, didn't eat breakfast"

"Ooh, poor little rich girl" Savannah made more fun of me. "Did you stop to think some of us didn't have a pot to piss in, and wish we at least had what you had, for as long as you did?"

I shrugged

"I say tough titty, yeah life gave you a hard shove. So what, shove back!"

"It's good advice, thank you, Savannah" I smiled. "I guess I'll borrow that outfit now"

"Oh fuck no, didn't you hear my mom? She said no."

"Wha? You were just about to loan me something?"

"Yah, I did, but that was before you were such a pissy bitch about everything."

I looked at my brother, pleadingly "Hey, all I have is what I got on too!" he shrugged.

"You have those pajama bottoms you wore last night?" I said pleadingly.

"Uh, you are never gonna fit in my pajama's, Duh!" he was right. I was petite, but I stood a full head taller than him.

"Lloyd?"

"What? Loan you my shit and get my balls cut off by Savannah and MY mom? Nuh-uh, y'all need to work this out. I am not in it." he popped his knuckle and cut a fart at the same time, letting out a satisfied "Ahhhhh" as if he could really care less about our drama.

"Speaking of cut off, what was with that switch blade today?"

"Pretty cool, huh? it's not a switch blade!" he pulled it out of his back pocket and began flipping it around. "It's called a butterfly knife" he laughed at how ignorant I was for not knowing that.

"Okay, I don't care and don't know the difference, sorry" which came out a little cold. "You basically held it up to my throat, that freaked me out".

Lloyd reached out his arm, grabbed my panties and lifted them up hard and let the waist band snap back down. "Don't see any brown stains, so you didn't shit your panties." he laughed "You aren't cut open, no worse the wear."

"Geez, it was just a game, girl. Let it go. You've never played truth or dare, or spin the bottle or any teenager games?"

Actually I hadn't been to a party like that, my parents were probably a little on the over protective side. I lied "Sure, I have"

"Okay, then Dare! Go out in the living room buck naked and say your panties and bra are dirty, and you are gonna wait for laundry day"

"Fuck no!" I said a little too loudly, and suddenly wish I hadn't snapped at Savannah.

"Oooh, get the soap Lloyd, Trailer park Ellen dun goof'd!" she said smiling at the fact I had my mouth washed out earlier.

"I am going to backtrace it!" Lloyd said making some inside joke to his sister.

"Okay, Truth! why are you such a pussy then?" Savannah's barb hurt.

"Because, I won't take my clothes off and walk into the living room? That makes me a pussy? Why don't you do it?" I gave her a dirty look.

Without saying a word, Savannah whipped off her Motley Crue shirt, revealing her pert, pink titties and completely shaved pussy.

I was shocked she hadn't been wearing anything under the shirt, it wasn't even very long. Conner's eyes seemed to expand to twice their normal size.

"Oh, don't drool on that mattress" She gave him a wink, and with an aura of confidence sauntered out into the living room to do who knows what with the lithe grace of a dancer, leaving us in stunned silence.

I laid on my mattress wondering what my mom would say, what kind of excuse I could give, while looking at Savannah's shirt she so casually dropped.

"Don't even THINK about grabbing Savannah's shirt before she gets back, just a little friendly advice" Lloyd offered. I had a vision of her prison shanking me for daring to touch her clothes without her permission and pouted.

In about 15 minutes, Savannah opened the door to our room, bent at the waist towards us, giving an overly dramatic bow as is if she had just performed a death defying feat. In truth she had, it was scary to me. She scooped up her T-shirt, sniffed it and slipped it over her head.

"Got your brother's eyeballs back in his head yet?" she smirked at me, teasing Conner. "You've never really seen even so much as a boob?" turning to Conner.

"Not until today" he remarked looking up from his handheld Gameboy.

"Okay, that is just sad" After a short awkward pause "Well, so we are waiting for the show, Miss thang, did you intend to do the dare?"

"I didn't know we were playing." I said still on my stomach, facing down.

"You may have told me that before I walked in there and sat down next to Ted, and left a snail trail on the leather couch for him?"

I wasn't sure what a snail trail was, but I could imagine. "Just go out there for fifteen minutes, sit in the living room. If anyone dares to ask you anything, say you don't see the problem with it around the house, and that should be the end of it. Do that, and I'll share some of my clothes with you."

Biting my lip, I said "Conner and Lloyd turn your heads at least, while I undress" standing up.

"Oh my gawd, the idea is to be playful and have a little fun with it, you act like you are walking to the electric chair. Like I said earlier, we are eight ass cheeks living in a room big enough for two cheeks and one hole. Go in there with an "I dare you to ask me why I am doing this" look on your face. They'll never call your bluff!"

Nodding, and turning my back to everyone the room, I first unsnapped the bra, and holding it in one hand, while standing tried to slide my panties off awkwardly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give her a big hand, she's afraid to even bend over, or someone may see her pink little pee hole." Savannah's sarcasm I have to admit was a little funny and cute.

I was about to walk out the door, when she said "Set down the panties and bra, you can't carry them out there. What are you Linus, with his safety blanket? Going to put them back on, when you get to the living room?"

My heart was beating so fast, I wasn't even thinking. I set down my stuff and walked into the living room as casual as you please.

Ted, My Aunt, and my mom were just watching Television. They had stopped arguing and talking in favor of silently staring at the tube.

At first no one noticed me, I made my way through the tiny kitchenette and into the living room to seek out a spot on the couch.

My mom was the first to look up and notice "Girl, have you lost your mind?" causing me to freeze in my tracks.

My Aunt was the next to notice "Well hello there, Spitfire." She seemed genuinely amused, but completely unsurprised.

I had a seat on the couch next to "Uncle Ted" (not legally married to my Aunt) and my Mom and said "I don't see the problem with it around the house" just as simple as you please. Okay, that is a lie. I wished I had that kind of courage.

I said "The panties and bra, were all sweaty and stick from today, I don't have anything else?"

"Won't Savannah loan you any of her things?" Aunt Crystal asked, apparently forgetting she had forbid me to wear them.

"Wasn't Savannah just in here naked for 15 minutes, you guys didn't say anything to her?"

Ted looked up over from the TV. He had a grin on his face, but said nothing and didn't break his stare.

"I don't know what you are talking about, young lady?"

My mom took a sip from a plastic tumbler and I made a fatal mistake "Mom, are you drunk?" since the glass she was drinking from was just like the one Aunt Crystal had earlier and they clearly missed Savannah's little performance.

"How dare you!" my mom became furious. "You think you run things now, that we aren't in our own house, you can embarress me in front of my Sister, and accuse me of things? I am not the one who came here with marijuana. I am not the one sitting in the living room with your damned legs apart, catching flies!"

I hadn't noticed how I was sitting, I must have been so nervous I had no idea I was in such an unlady like position. I quickly crossed my knees.

"Oh how demure! You come out here completely naked, and then cross your legs like it gives you some sort of protection?" My mom said. "Fine, you want to shock me, how about I shock you! You think its funny to give me a nervous break down, right after our car was broken into and we lost our home?" She was walking into our bedroom as she was yelling and I followed her down the hall to apologize.

"No, no..." she had grabbed up my panties and bra, went to the front door and threw them out in the yard to the barking dogs. "Ares and Zeus can have them. You will stay just like that, until your Father gets home, and then you can explain it to him. I am done!"

She slammed the door to her bedroom.

I fell back on the couch, in utter dismay at what just happened, mouth open.

"When will Dad get home?"

"Good question, I can't fix my truck til I get a part, and so your dad'd probably have ta just get someone to give him a ride." Ted said, still staring at my every move.

Aunt Crystal smiled sweetly "Honey, if you are going to sit on my leather couch naked, don't leave any snail trails."

"What IS a snail trail?"

"Stand up"

I did as she said. My aunt dabbed her finger on the couch, in the imprint my butt made where I was sitting. Then sniffed it and offered to me. "A little pussy juice, mixed with a little butt sweat. Leaves kind of a silver trail." she smirked.

I rolled my eyes at her and did not sniff. Instead, I stood up and started to stalk back into the bedroom. I could hear Ted say "Hey don't go away mad, now" nonchalantly as I did.

When I opened the bedroom door there was true belly laughs. I didn't make any attempt to hide myself from them, I just pouted and folded my arms in front of my chest.

"Oh, so precious! Girl, thank you so much for coming here, this summer is going to be the bomb-diggity!" Savannah stood up to slap me on the back.

"How did you get away with going into the living room naked if I didn't?"

"Ellen, I love you but you are dumber than a box of turds. I stepped out this door and right into the bathroom, are you kidding? Run around naked right in front of Ted? My mom would kill me for trying to tease another of my step dads. Ted would try to grope the hell out of me, the nasty old pervert."

"So you never went in there?" I was steaming.

"Nope!" she could barely contain her laughter.

"Okay, fine. Get a good look guys, you saw me naked today twice. Get it all out of your system. My mom threw my clothes outside, and said I can't wear anything until Dad gets home, which who knows when that will be!" I pouted feeling sorry for myself.

"Looks like Hard Times at The Fuckman" Savannah summed up the situation, but I wasn't sure if she was talking about the boy's sudden shifting of their crotches or how I'd gone from being defined by my clothes, to being defined by my NOT wearing them. It seemed like you could apply the saying to both. I silently agreed "It sure does look like Hard Times" with a wintry smile.



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Chapter 4

I lay on my mattress for a good 15 minutes on my belly, hands at my side looking down. I could hear my stomach growling, I had missed breakfast and thought I missed lunch. I knew I didn't want to go back out in the kitchen area naked, anyway.

"Well someone say something!" Savannah was the first one to break the awkward silence brought on by one person in the room being naked, and the rest being fully clothed.

Lloyd answered her "I was sitting here, watching how every time Ellen moves, it causes her butt to jiggle, and you can see her asshole"

I took a sharp breath and still laying flat, used both hands to cover my cheeks.

"Ok ya gonna do that all day?" Savannah asked me, folding her arms and looking a bit impatient.

"No, it's just don't try to look up my butt." I pouted and added "We're family!"

"Just cousins" Savannah said laughing. I wasn't sure how that changed things any.

"Well, I'd just ask you not try to look" demurely.

"It's not like I am trying to see what you had for lunch, you aint eat nothing" Lloyd laughed.

"Yah, rub it in." I had hunger pains.

"So go get something" Lloyd said adding "Duh!"

"I don't exactly want to walk into the kitchen just like I am at the moment"

"What are you worried about Ted? He is harmless, he'll look, but he won't touch" then thinking for a second appended his prediction with "Probably".

"No, it's actually not Ted. It's my Mom, if she sees that I am walking around in the kitchen after she told me to stay this way, she'll hit the roof."

"How can you get in trouble, for doing what she told you too?" Savannah asked with a confused expression.

Conner got up and walked out of the room, without saying a word. I bit my lip wondering if I had made him nervous being naked.

Lloyd nodded in a comforting way and said "Don't let every little thing get you down, just go ask your mom if you can get dressed. It's pretty crazy even for us."

"And put on what? She threw my bra and panties out the door to your dogs"

"Oh shit, those are gone then, or if they aren't, you probably don't want to wear them." he laughed.

Savannah winked at me and sighed "Damn, it's up to me to be the nice one, and give you some clothes to wear?" she said seeming disgusted with herself for being nice. "Fine, you are bumming me out. I don't want your Mom bitching at me though, so go make sure she'll let you wear something".

I wasn't able to make my mind up. On one hand, stay back here and hide, but be naked seemed safer. I didn't know how long it would be before my Dad was home though. On the other, facing my Mom and apologizing intimidated me. I'd already been yelled at, had my mouth washed out with soap.

Lloyd starting shooting tiny rubber bands at my butt about that time. "Pew-pew" he made a lazer sound and fired, aiming right for the crack. (Which I was still defensively blocking).

"Lloyd! Quit it!!" I said annoyed at her whiny my own voice sounded.

"For your own good, get out there and talk to her" launching another rubber band.

"Fine!" I said standing up.

"Girl, you gotta shave that snatch" Savannah said disgusted.

I looked down at the wispy brown hairs that were growing wild in front of my pussy, and I couldn't think of a response. I had shaved below my knee with razors, but hadn't thought about that sort of grooming. I just shook my head at her, and turned and walked out into the kitchen.

Ted and Crystal were watching a TV show, their attention wrapped up in it. I didn't want any drama, so I started to walk slowly across the living room to my Mom's bedroom which happened to be in front of the trailer.

"It's my money, and I want it now!!" The TV commercial announced and a chorus of "RJ Wentworth! 876-NOW!!" sounding like a chorus of angels. I guess commercials didn't hold Crystal and Ted's attention because they both noticed me.

"I wouldn't go in there right now, sweet cheeks" Crystal said without a trace of malice or judgment in her eye. She seemed to take the whole being naked thing in complete stride as if this sort of thing happened every day. "Your mom needs time to cool down, when we were little girls, she'd throw tantrums like this" she laughed.

I didn't see it as a tantrum at all. It was my Mom laying down the law on me and biting my head off in the process. I didn't tell that to them. Instead I just said "Thank you, but I can't stay like this" indicating my body with my hands.

"Suit yourself then, don't come crying back to me, if she bends you over her knee and spanks you. I tried to warn you" still smiling. She seemed much more sober than she had been earlier.

As I mentioned earlier, my mom had never spanked me or Conner that I can remember. Today however, was a day of many firsts. So as unlikely as an over the knee spanking sounded, it suddenly sounded like a real possibility.

"Can I get something to eat?" I asked changing the subject.

"You could, but I am not fixing anything. There is some Wendy's chili in the fridge, or a hot dog."

I thanked her and went to the kitchen. The living room and kitchen are one big room, separated by a small little divider that comes about waist high, with clutter, old baby chairs, bric-a-brac, knick-knacks, old magazines, stacks of junk on either side.

I opened the fridge and looked at the Chili from Wendy's fast food. I couldn't tell by looking at it, how long it had been in there, so I put it back. I found a small stack of Oscar Meyer hot dogs and took one out. I began to look for a clean pot to boil it in, and some buns.

"Oh you won't find all that honey, just eat it raw" Wendy said noticing my search out of the corner of her eye.

I started to protest, but they were fully cooked. I just usually boil them first. "Sorry for being so persnickity, I am not used to this."

Ted finally looked up at me, and added "From the way you eat that hot dog, I'd say you are"

I didn't get it at first, but it kind of looked like I was sucking some one's dick, the way I was holding the dog in one hand. "Gross!" I said and he snorted laughter. My aunt only slapped his leg.

The screen door all at once sprung open, and I suddenly got worried that it was my Dad already home. Butterflies all at once went a flutter in my stomach.

When the door closed, standing there was a thin, tall black man staring at me. "Well, you guys got a new white girl, it seems?"

"Ellen, this is Tyrell, he is one of our neighbors"

I was holding a hot dog and standing in the kitchen naked, and all he could do was stand there smiling as if this was entirely to be expected.

"You aren't very shy are you?" he offered his hand to shake mine, causing me to have to shift the hot dog into my other hand and I gave him a slight shake.

"Uh actually, I am very shy, do you mind if I go back in my room?" I asked, but I didn't wait for an answer I just booked it down to the hall. I felt like I may throw up, so I jerked open the bathroom door.

Only to see my brother Conner sitting on the toilet. Holding his cock in his hand 'jerking' something of his own.

"CONNER!!" I shouted.

"ELLEN!" he shouted back, but he didn't stop twerking himself up and down, his short pants around his ankles.

I closed the door "Conner, stop ... please!"

He stopped, but he seemed very frustrated. "Look, don't say anything to anyone else, PLEASE?"

"Uh no, trust me. I won't" I said indicating my body as if to say, I am in worse shape than he is.

"It's just with the doors, and seeing you and Savannah today, well I needed a little relief."

"It's so gross, I really don't want to hear any more of it, can you um, finish or whatever, I'll leave" suddenly realizing I'd rather be anywhere else but in there right now, I reached for the door handle to open the door.

My mom was passing by about that moment. "Crystal said you wanted to talk to me?" she asked, before noticing that Conner was in the bathroom with me and that his hand was still on his cock."

I am not sure what my mom said, or how long it went on. It reminds me of an out of body experience where you suddenly feel yourself floating above your body, as you drift away from the car wreck looking down.

I tried to explain that I had walked in on accident, but my mom insisted that since I'd been lying all day, how could she believed me. She didn't say it, but she was basically inferring that for some reason I was in the bathroom on purpose while my little brother pulled his pud.

My mom was completely out of her element, with her world crumbling down around her. Now, not just one but both of her children seemed like sexual deviants to her and it had only been the first full day. On top of this, there was no way for her to yell at us, without everyone else, probably even neighbors finding out what she said.

Which is a vicious cycle, because part of what infuriated her, was people finding out what we did, and in order to yell out us about it, she had to mention it in the yelling.

When she finally stopped ranting she said "Conner, do I have to have you be completely naked like your sister!?"

"No, Mom. I am so sorry!" he apologized.

My mom had gone from yelling to at time whispering she was so mad. This was one of the times she started to whisper. It wasn't a submissive librarian whisper. It was a dangerous whisper, like when a psycho calls someone up on the phone to tell them he is already in their house.

"You know they had a guest! Why did you stand in the kitchen and eat a hot dog naked in front of him?"

"I didn't Mom, he came in while I was eating." I said trying to be honest, and not sound threatening but defend myself. I hadn't tried to be provocative, although that is what she was suggesting.

"Why didn't you take it in your room, in the first place?"

"I don't know Mom!" It was up until this moment, I was doing pretty good. I may have been allowed to put on a towel or something, because she wasn't making Conner get naked and she seemed to hate the idea of me flashing my ass around the trailer anyway. Had I kept my mouth shut, that is probably what would have happened.

Could be I was still hungry, Could be all the stress from being stripped naked by strange boys in the quarry. Could be I was just as stressed as my Mom as my own world crumbled around me. It really doesn't matter why I said what I did. I instantly regretted it, and it was one of the moments as you say something out loud you instantly wish you could just reach out and pull it back in.

"It's not like you can ground me. There are no malls, no TV, you've taken everything from ME, even my clothes. The worst you could do is spank me!"

Savannah had made me aware that grounding would be pointless earlier that day. However, when I repeated what Savannah said it sounded more like a challenge, than a fact. I admit that now, that my tone of voice was completely wrong for my intentions.

My Aunt Crystal had said spanking only a few minutes earlier, and it was still in mind. The thought of being spanked was so surreal, that it seemed like the most hyperbolic response to my behavior I could bring up. Looking back, I could have made my point by saying "Hung from the gallows" or "Send me to Prison".

My Mom got an entirely different meaning out of what I said. "You don't think I can spank you? You don't think I won't?"

I didn't think she would, but I said "Oh no, I know, you would. You would!!" I held up my hands in front of me, my body language making it seem like I was shielding myself.

My mom grabbed a hand towel rod that was leaning against the bathroom sink. One of Ted's many 'projects' he would never get around to, was re-mounting that rod. She swung it making a "Whirrrr" sound and hit my hands.

"Ouch!! Fuck!" Now why was my response fuck?, why wouldn't I have said "Darn" or "Oh no, please!"?

She grabbed the soap, still with my teeth marks from before and put it in my mouth.

"Mom, do you want me to get out of here?" Conner had pulled up his shorts and asked the question looking at my Mom as if she were a rattlesnake about to bite him.

"Why shouldn't you see this? You two were playing in the bathroom. Everyone can hear me anyway, I don't see a problem with administering, let me think... 20 good spanks in the living room. Come with me"

Jerking me by my ear, she dragged me naked into the living room. Tyrell, Ted and Wendy were in the living room.

"Dear Sister, do you mind if I punish my slutty daughter here in the living room? I know you have a guest" The question more a courtesy than a request, my Mother's voice was strained, her neck muscles were throbbing.

She looked for a place to sit down, but there wasn't enough open space.

I was holding the soap bar in between my teeth, trying not to cry, with my eyes shut tight. My mom made me stand with my hands behind my head, squat at the knee, then she sat on the couch and proceeded to use the towel rod to hit me across the butt 20 times.

When I opened my eyes, I saw even Savannah and Lloyd watching from the kitchen. The spectacle I am sure had been too juicy for them to stay cooped up in the bedroom. They were not laughing at me at least. I had taken my hands down from behind my head and was rubbing my no doubt very red and rosy butt cheeks.

My mom didn't seem satisfied, the 20 had gone too quickly for her, she told me so. She took the soap out of my mouth and had me hold it.

"Do I have to make you leave your bedroom door open, to keep you from being naughty?"

"No, Mom" I said pouting.

"Why were you watching your brother masturbate?" she said, and the others in the room snickered (except for Conner, I am sure).

"I wasn't. It was an accident!" I said defiantly. I was so embarrassed already, it may have been easier to just take the rap for it, but on principle I wasn't going to admit to something I didn't do.

"So you accidentally walked into the bathroom without knocking, so that he could say he was in there. Then he accidentally pulled his pants down and began to play with it in front of you, and then you accidentally stayed there and talked to him until I came walking past?"

"When you say it like that, it sounds that way, but it's not like that!"

My mom wasn't backing down, and I hadn't learn when it may be in my best interest to admit defeat, yet (still struggle with that lesson). "Do you want 20 more across the backside?" she threatened

"If you give me 20 more, it won't change it." I was sticking to my guns.

"Crystal, I don't know what to do here", My mom admitted to her sister.

My legs were shaking, I was still standing kind of in the same position I was in, with my back turned to my Mom. This was the most embarrassed and scared I'd been ever in my life, and that includes earlier when two strange boys tied me to a tree.

Ted said "Well, judging by her nipples, I'd say you've only managed to turn her on!" he let that twisted idea sit in everyone's head. I was far from turned on, but it was pretty clear the adrenalin had managed to make my blood pump furiously, and yes my nipples were hardening up.

"If you want something harder, there is a wooden cutting board I used for pizzas in the kitchen. I think you are growing to break that dowel rod in your hand."

Crystal looked at my mom and said "Actually, it's been kind of amusing today, better than watching Springer." she was very tan, unlike her daughter who was as pale as me. Then again she was also a dark haired brunette with flecks of red in her hair, and her daughter was a blonde. She put her hand on Ted's knee and said "I don't have a problem with you disciplining your daughter how you want. If you want my opinion, let her put back on what she was wearing and take a time out, though. You are going to have a brain explosion or something you are so worked up."

I breathed a sigh of relief, half expecting Aunt Crystal to say something like "But on the other hand, if you want to teach her a good lesson, you could put her to work cleaning up this mess around here."

Which is why it shocked me so much when she actually did.

I spent the next four hours cleaning up a mess that must have taken them years to create. I had no place to put things like an old crusty dish inside a record player that had been broken. I kept asking where something should go, and My Mom or Aunt would tell me to "figure something out"

Tyrell stayed for a while, and another friend of theirs came over, a heavy set hispanic guy. He regarded me like I was hired help and didn't say a word to me. I was shocked he wasn't shocked by the sight of a naked teenage girl.

My cousins had left with Conner and come back, they seemed to be enjoying themselves and ignoring my punishment. I couldn't help but feel things had been unfair and Mom was babying Conner that he wasn't cleaning with me. Clothes or no clothes. It just started to really anger me, that he wasn't at least expected to do some thing.

At first, I was bending at the knee, and trying to gingerly put things back. A few hours of that sweaty, disgusting work and you start to think less about your modesty and start to bend at the waist, without concern for who may be looking as you bend over. You start to reach up high for things, and get used to your nudity.

It was closing in on about 7PM when there was a knock on the door. This sent my Aunt into a slight panic, almost everyone she knows just reaches for the screen door and opens it. A knock was a stranger.

"Throw your daughter a towel?" Aunt Crystal offered to my mom.

"Why? Everyone of your neighbors has seen her little body by now!"

Aunt Crystal seemed slightly nervous and went to the screen door. I heard her quickly get at ease and say "Oh cool! Really? Come on in then!" her voice being loud enough to be heard above all others. She just some times talks in a slightly higher volume, by nature. If you saw her, it seems to fit her.

The Dominos Pizza guy was tall, about 19 with som acne and one of those whisps of a blonde mustache. Well, It is kind of unfair to call it a mustache to men who really have one, so you may think of it as just "hair under the lip". He saw me and instantly smiled. Having been a pizza guy, this was probably not the first person to answer the door naked.

Crystal even admitted "You know even though I am already thirty" lying about her age "I've thought about it many times, I've never had an occasion to meet the pizza guy in the nude!" she said playfully. "What a surprise, it's my older sister's kid who does it before me!"

We soon learned my Dad wasn't going to be home anytime soon, and that he had ordered a pizza as a surprise to let us know that he was hoping he may have a job lined up. The Pizza was already paid for.

I began to wonder if anyone would be shocked by seeing a naked teenage girl just pop out. It seemed everyone at the Fuckman was simply unflappable. I really couldn't blame the Pizza guy though. That was one of the common fantasies, people have so much so I am sure they write internet fiction about it.

Everyone seemed to clap him on the back, and there was an almost celebratory tone to his arrival due to the free pizza that he probably just assumed my being naked was something we do all the time or it was some kind of weird party. Whatever his reasons, he said nothing at all to me.

After the pizza guy had gone, my mom rolled her eyes, obviously wondering if letting yet another guy see me naked was having it's intended effect.

"Mom, may I have a slice?" I asked hoping to get one before the others descended on the pie like locusts. I should have just taken a slice, but it didn't feel right given I was still cleaning up.

"Why should you enjoy hot pizza?" she said taking a slice for herself, while everyone else grabbed two.

"I guess I shouldn't. I just haven't eaten all day"

"Is that my fault?" Mom asked.

"No, no. I don't know, I just am hungry."

"Crystal, what would you have fixed for dinner if there was no pizza?" she asked her sister.

"Well, I guess some beans and franks."

My mom winced, that didn't seem like an actual dinner.

"Okay, you can have that." she looked so disappointed in me. It was breaking my heart.

"I am sorry mom!"

"Don't make me feel guilty about this, young ladie! You made your bed, you'll lie in it."

I stood there, not knowing what to do, nodding yes.

"I hope you don't expect your aunt, to actually fix you a dinner while the rest of us eat Pizza. Find yourself a plate and eat it"

Savannah said to my mom a comment clearly meant for me "Mmmmm, this pizza sure is good and hot, please tell your husband, that we definitely appreciate it Ma'am"

"Ma'am, I like that, it's respectful. Why can't you be more like Savannah?"

I wanted to argue that earlier today, she was calling her mom 'Crystal'. I suppressed the urge instead, one of the wisest things I did that night and told her "Yes Ma'am".

I stood in the kitchen, while the rest of my fully clothed family ate pizza. Even my Aunt who customarily wore very little was draped in a black mu-mu, and despite her pointy nipples poking through the sheer material, nothing could keep all eyes off me. It felt as though the entire room was watching every little move I made.

I was holding a bowl of sour tasting pork and beans, with tiny hot dogs cut up in it. I hadn't heated them up, because my mom gave me the evil eye just while I was running the can opener. I couldn't imagine if I had actually turned on the stove.

"Can she sleep on the couch? I kind of rather keep the two of them a part" my Mom was talking with my Aunt keeping a hushed tone. I wondered if she meant Conner, Savannah, Lloyd? I knew one of the people in the equation was definitely me.

"She could sleep in there with you, Mike won't be home tonight probably." My Aunt offered suggesting an alternative.

The two were whispering and I could make out "How long do you want to keep her doing chores and stuff? If I didn't think she'd refuse, it'd probably be good for Savannah " Crystal joked. I couldn't make out the rest of their conversation, but the two were comparing notes, which wasn't a good sign.

"I dropped my spoon, can you get it from under there?" Lloyd asked politely, and without even thinking I bent over to get it for him from under the table. I heard a loud Frriiiiiiiiiiipppppp sound and then laughter.

At the exact time I bent over, Lloyd had made it sound like I farted, causing the room to laugh hysterically. Ted even set down his plate and waved his hand in front of his nose and said "Oh Beans and Franks" going along with the joke at my expense.

"Fine! Laugh it up!" standing back up, I'd had enough. I ran into the bedroom I wa sharing with my cousins and laid down on the mattress belly down, sniffling and crying.

I was surprised no one came in to get me and make me suffer some other indignity. It wasn't long though before I had cried myself to sleep. I slept hard. I'd been through so much that day, that my dreams were filled with all sorts of scary things. I usually wish I could remember them, but this night, I was glad I couldn't.



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Chapter 5

I awoke to the sunlight cracking through the dark drapes in the trailer's spare room. I was on the same sweaty, dirty mattress on the floor (no box spring) I was on the night previously. I wanted to think the previous day had been some sort of dream, but rising I rubbed my eyes and looked down at my bare chest.

I was still naked, cut and sore from the day before in the rock quarry and my mom's punishments.

Savannah was awake and staring at me, while my brother and Lloyd slept. She smiled "Hey there sleepy head".

"Oh god, make it end" I wanted a blanket to pull over my head, but it was so humid no one slept with one in the summer time.

"Don't be such a damned victim, It is a new day girl. Just lay low, keep your nose clean. We won't even play dare games today" adding "probably".

"Thank you" I said, realizing she was being helpful in her own quirky, sassy way. "The dares didn't get me in trouble though, I guess I got ME in trouble." I tried to accept.

"I got one question, for you though?" Savannah asked curiously "Why were you watching Conner beat off?"

"I wasn't! I walked in on him. It was an accident"

"Hard times at the Fuckman" she said out loud, but not really to me. "Boys beat off, thats what they do. Lloyd's done it in my shoe, he's done it in mom's panty drawer. He was younger then, though." she laughed because I seemed surprised "He wasn't always the rock god, with chiseled abs that he is now." she smiled confidently.

"So what did I miss last night after I passed out?"

"Well, let's see. Crystal got drunk, had a knock down drag out with Ted, over something. Then the law came, but no one got arrested, so all in all, a pretty quiet night, at least for the Darville household." Savannah smiled. I couldn't be sure if she was making it up or not, that was pretty outrageous actually.

I stood up, and decided I'd had enough of being naked. "I am going to go beg my Mom to let me wear something, want to come with? I am sure you'd love to see me beg?" I was half joking, but at the same time I was serious.

My mom was already up in the kitchen, she was wearing the same thing she had on the night before, her hair was slightly unkempt and she was trying to do too many things at once. Something she does when she is stressed.

"I can't deal with you right now, Ellen!"

"But Mom!" I pouted.

"It's Ma'am, remember?"

"I didn't realize you meant all the time!" I said still pouting.

"Don't puff that lip out of me, I don't have time. I am waiting on a man to come by and give me a ride, I've got to get down town, there is some things your father needs, and I may be gone for a while."

"Okay, but before you go, can you lift the clothing restriction?"

"I didn't hear Ma'am, so I don't think you learned your lesson, yet."

Savannah said "Well, what if she likes being naked, wouldn't you be teaching her the opposite lesson, Ma'am?"

I wanted to slap Savannah for showing me up by saying Ma'am, even if she was speaking in my defense.

"It's simple, if she wanted to go around naked, she wouldn't keep asking to get out of it. It's not something I wanted, but she's ruined every last bit of her own clothes, and wants to start on yours. But you know what?" my mom asked rhetorically before continuing.

"I don't care. I wash my hands of it this afternoon. While I am gone, your mom is in charge. It's her problem. She can let you get dressed, or she can tell you to run around naked as a jaybird. You will listen to her, you will be respectful, you will give her the same authority as me. If not, then the spanking you got last night, will be nothing compared to what I do when I find out!!"

I nodded that I understood and I asked "Mom, will you at least not tell Dad about all this?"

"Lie to your father?" she seemed shocked.

"Not lie, just not burden him with this?"

"Well that depends on you whether I decide to spare him the embarrassment, you had better do exactly what your Aunt Wendy says today. I've already spoken with her, she is in her bed laying down. I love you, Ellen. I think maybe it's time though for a little tough love, so your Uncle Ted and Aunt Crystal are going to put you to work today, most likely scrubbing and scraping, are you going to give them any lip?"

"No Ma'am, but can I ask why is Conner not in trouble?"

"Why would Conner be in trouble? Because his big sister convinced him to show you his weiner?"

"No Ma'am, that is not what happened, you make it sound like he is eight years old, and I am Michael Jackson. It wasn't like that at all."

"Okay, I'd love to stand here and play Perry Mason with you all day, but I've got to go, and I didn't get time to do half of what I needed!" she said responding to a horn coming from outside and rushing out the door.

Once she was gone, I decided to go check on Aunt Crystal and see if she would permit me to at least get dressed. Savannah advised letting her sleep in, but I really didn't understand hang overs at the time.

Crystal was laying in a waterbed in the master bedroom, wrapped in satin sheets probably naked herself. Ted was sound asleep near her snoring. Her room a garish collection of wall and ceiling mirrors, Betty Boop memorabilia, and things she bought from Home Shopping Network to 'class' it up. The room was less cluttered than the rest of the house, but reminded me of how an old west whore house saloon might be decorated.

She only seemed to be lightly sleeping and cracked open her eyes at us once we walked in. "Get the fuck out of here you two, before Ted wakes up." she mumbled through bleery eyes.

I felt like I needed explicit permission. I knew before I asked to put on my clothes I should say something like "Ma'am, My Mom said today, to show respect to you, clean up, do any chores you want."

She chuckled under her breath "My own little slave-maid, huh?"

"Well, yes. Although, there is no reason to keep me naked any more, I was hoping I could ask that I could please be permitted to put on some clothes?"

"What clothes!" she asked in the half-asleep disinterested voice of someone hung over and suddenly feeling her head ache who suddenly lashes out at the loud sound making her think.

"Your daughter can lend me some? Or you could, anything. A shirt, a towel even?".

"Go ask your mom!" It seemed to me, that my Aunt had just forgotten the whole point of the conversation, so I tried reminding her that my Mom had to go "Bye-bye", my tone was patronizing like I was talking to a baby. That she would be in charge of me and that I'd do a good job for her.

"Don't care, do what you want." she rolled over.

I smiled, and Savannah and I started to walk out. That was my permission to go back to normal. I felt technically off the hook.

Then my Aunt had a moment of clarity, where she added "No wait".

I stopped almost out the door of her room "Yes Ma'am?" turning politely, laying it on thick.

"I am S'posed to supervise today?"

"Yes Ma'am." I was about to remind her that she had already declared I could do what I want. I was entitled to my freedom, at least thats how it felt to me.

"Okay, Savannah you watch her. Don't come back in here." and with that she fell asleep soundly.

I turned back to Savannah who now had the cat that ate the canary look.

"Well well Pocahawtass, seems I got bumped up to Cowboy!" she licked her lips, smiling in anticipation.

We stepped out of her mom's room closing the door.

"I read that completely differently than you did, She said you get to decide. That means you can give me something to wear, and we can have a fun day. I'll even play the game of life, no complaints."

"I can see why you may think that, but didn't you say Slave-maid?"

"Okay yes, but she is half-asleep." I answered.

"That she is, which is why I am surprised she got Ma'am, and all I rank is Savannah, for help you get awfully familiar!" her voice shifted to the soft southern belle kind of elegant nobility of the civil war days for dramatic effect.

"Look, don't be uncool. You said yourself your mom may forget what she says. Please? You've got me over a barrel here."

"Yes, in more ways than one. You know the saying "Hard Time at the Fuckman?" I nodded and she said "Well it has several meanings, one of them is that you are going to be doing HARD TIME at the Fuckman" alluding to a Prison sentence.

She grabbed a hair brush that was laying just out of reach in the living room for some reason and swung it hard on my ass.

"Ouch, Savannah!!" I defended my tender butt cheeks from her next blow, deflecting it.

"Why is it you stood there and let your Mom spank you in front of even Tyrell, but you are too high and mighty to let me?"

"Well you aren't my Mom" I said plainly cutting her off from another swing, but she pivoted and landed the next one on the top of my head.

"No, but your Mom put me in charge!" she countered and at the same time landed a quick slap with the brush to my left tit causing it to jiggle.

"No, she put YOUR mom in charge!" I said trying to hold up my hands in defense, only to end up pulling my hands back when they become her next targets for slaps.

"Yes, and my Mom put me in charge"

"She didn't say anything about spanking me, and being your do-girl."

Savannah wanted me to repeat the last line but add Ma'am to it, and I said no. I started to actually laugh a little and so did she as we sort of played a game of it in the living room, advancing and retreating almost like a sword fighter would, as I tried to move and dodge her strikes.

"SHUT UP IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ted screamed as if he was in tremendous pain and agony.

"You want me to go in and ask my Mom and Ted, if everything your Mom said applies to my mom, applies to me when she put me in charge?"

"No, I do not, Ma'am" she begrudgingly got that, as a peace offering to not hit me any more with the brush before I continued "But, you wouldn't be a very good friend if you did that."

"Why, because you know my mom isn't feeling well, and put me in charge, and that isn't favorable to Ellen?" she said while shaking her head disapprovingly all at once becomign more serious. "Besides, we can be friends after your punishment is up, after all, who says I won't be lenient?"

"Will you be lenient, ma'am?" I said feeling a bit like Marcie in the Peppermint Patty equation of things.

"No, probably not. Depends on you."

"What if my mom comes home and finds out you weren't supposed to be in charge, Ma'am?" I was still skeptical and wanted to see if maybe I could reason my way out of his.

"So what? If she does, My mom will say it was her idea, and what happens next is up to Crystal, but she is way too cool to punish."

"Okay, I'll be your slave-maid, if I can wear clothes today? Ma'am, deal?"

"No dice, you'll be my slave-maid however I want. I was going to let you put on something, but since you made that demand I won't"

I made a face that suggested "likely story" but said nothing.

"It's simple, right now you have two options, the first is work real hard, be a good little bitch for me, and do my bidding today, and maybe I will be generous and lenient later in the day. Suck it up, and do it" she paused to offer the second one "Or, you can wait until I wake up my mom and Ted, deal with whatever shit they want to put you through, and then when your mom gets home, she said something like " spanking you got last night, will be nothing compared to what I do when I find out" oh and did I mention telling your hottie of a dad?

I was uncomfortable with her calling him a "hottie". I knew she was waiting for me to pick.

"Okay, okay Ma'am. Where do you want me to clean first?" I asked reluctantly.

"It's not just cleaning, you are going to show respect. Are you going to be obedient?"

"Yes Ma'am" I felt defeated and I hated it.

"All right, cool! Let's go tell Lloyd and Conner, don't embarrass me in front of them!" she pinched my sore ass as we walked down the hall.

The boys were still snoozing and I asked "I suppose you are going to make them the boss of me too?" capping a "Ma'am" at the very end for safety.

"Nah, they'd probably make you do really perverted stuff, worst case I'll just shove this brush handle up your ass?" she turned around the hair brush, to show me the handle end, and looked very serious.

"That won't be necessary, I'll be good Ma'am"

"You better be! Your ass depends on it, wake up Lloyd by blowing in his ear, softly. Hover over him."

I did as instructed, putting my self right over my cousin and blowing in his ear. This had the effect not only of surprising him out of his sleep, but instantly giving him an erection. Instinctively, he flipped over on top of me, like a wrestling move and pined me to the ground. "What the fuck, are you trying to get it on with me?" he asked in shock.

"No, uh ... Sir" assuming I had to call him Sir, and not being told otherwise. "Today, my mom put your mom in charge of me, and your mom put Savannah in charge of me after that, I was told to do that".

He grinned sheepishly at Savannah and peeled himself off me. "Okay, and so today's game is you do what we say?"

"No, what I say!!" Savannah added.

"Oh, I would have liked a good feet fucking." he laughed. I wasn't sure what that was, but I made a face of disgust which made the two of them laugh, without explaining it.

"Let's see how Conner wakes up, if you do the same thing." Savannah ordered.

This time, I didn't straddle him like I had for Lloyd. I was more sheepish despite her using her bare foot to push me into position. I bent down slowly on my knees over his head and whispered in his ears, blowing softly.

"Mommy?" he reached out to put his arms around me in a very loving embrace, still dreaming.

Not for long though as the Cousins intense laughter abruptly woke him. "Uh?"

"Your sister agreed to be our little bitch today, she is our slave-maid until her mom gets home."

"Why?" Conner wiped the sleep out of his eyes, but was genuinely confused why I would agree to this.

Savannah prodded me to explain and I gave the Dog told cat, cat told mouse, mouse told story where my Mom told my Aunt, and My Aunt told me cousin to keep me in line today and run me ragged.

"That is cool! we can play Germans and Allies!" he said as he stretched in his pajamas, oh what a luxury to have not only clothes but something to sleep in. "Einz, Sweinz, Trynz" he pretended to count in German and mock goose stepped around the room.

"Okay, yeah I didn't like Cowboys and Indians yesterday, some how I got a feeling I am not going to like this game either?" I said in slightly better spirits now that everyone was up in a good mood.

"Only game, we are playing right now is breakfast eating" Savannah announced cutting short my brother's reverie. "We could have flap jacks today" she said while lifting up my booby in her hand and letting it fall, as if to say my tit was some sort of pancake.

I rolled my eyes. Why did Savannah have be both friend and rival, and today such a villain all in one person?

"Go make us four bowls of cereal and come get us when it's ready" adding "Slave" to the end of the request.

It was useless to argue, I made a petulant gasp and shuffled out of the room grumbling. Their milk looked pretty much out of date, and I'd never heard of "Fruit Rings", with Parrot Sam, some sort of off-brand Froot Loops. I was hungry though, and it was good enough. I had to find and hand wash four bowls that were already dirty and sitting out. They didn't seem to have enough shelf space to put any clean dishes back, and things got dirty so fast around there, that stuff just seemed to lay out on the counter with people grabbing and cleaning off (or in Ted and Lloyd's case) just grabbing what they needed.

Having prepared the bowls of cereal, I went back into the bedroom "Breakfast is prepared." I announced in my best southern genteel accent.

"Carry them all in here at once, dummy. Don't make us come out there." Savannah snapped and I went back to the kitchen. I felt uneasy that while I was out of the room the three were brainstorming ways to make my day miserable.

I balanced precariously two bowls in each hand, the 'Fruit Rings' already becoming a little soggy in the milk. Opening the door with my elbow and trying to push it open wasn't even but I had done it. I actually felt a little accomplish.

"Well, do you expect us to eat without spoons? With our fingers perhaps?"

"Sorry Ma'am" I said, that was pretty dumb of me. My cousin sent me back a second time to repeat the exercise except this time find four spoons. Since I had no way of knowing which bowl I would get, I decided it may not be safe for a little payback and not be as judicious about cleaning down their spoons.

"Anything else?" I sighed, while trying to balance the bowls of cereal and hand them out to my cousins and brother...

"Yeah, be our TV tray" Savannah ordered without explaining it. Once she did, I wasn't glad I asked.

On all fours, with my knees and palms flat on the ground, I was supposed to be a "table" the three of them set their cereal bowls on my back, and I was supposed to eat my bowl from this position.

"Her back is so narrow" Lloyd joked, the three of them gathering around me sitting Indian style holding their bowl in place while resting it on my back, the cold from the bowl sending shivers down my spine.

Conner asked amused "I bet you two were hell on your babysitters?"

"My mom, give us a babysitter?" Savannah laughed at the notion, but you could almost sense she was filing away that idea for another time.

"Eat up, slave." Savannah mocked while I tried using one of the hands I needed for support to shovel cereal into my mouth. "Or my spoon is going into this handy spoon holder you've been equipped with." slapping my ass cheeks with her hand.

I groaned and said "Yes Ma'am"

Lloyd finished eating first "So today's game is kind of like Silver war?"

Conner corrected him "You mean civil war?"

"Civil war doesn't sound right. Wouldn't you rather fight over silver? It's like gold!" Lloyd replied. The two of them argued and joked, and it wasn't long before they were taking their showers while I put away the bowls and cleaned up. I hadn't had a shower in a while, that would be nice even if I was going to go last.

When it was my turn, there was no hot water (obviously). I didn't even complain, instead I hopped in the shower and started to wash off the nightmare I was living in. Naturally, the three of them came walking in as if the audience while I showed was expected.

"Can I help you?" I asked, the question more a request to leave me alone.

"Sure" Savannah said holding up a razor. "You can shave that hairy bush hog you've got, the pubes are killing me. Your little pubes are falling out all over the place, found one in my cereal"

They weren't going to leave me alone, obviously and they HAD seen me naked the last day pretty much so I wasn't totally freaking out any more. I still felt weird they were invading even the privacy of the bathroom. Pulling back their mildew stained shower curtain, "Fine, leave the razor and let me shower in peace". I tried to put on a brave face, although it probably didn't seem that way since I pulled the shower curtain closed as quickly as I had opened it.

"Why would we do that? You are our slave for the day, put on a show for us, or I'll shave you myself."

I looked at Conner imploringly, but he just shrugged like speaking up for me was out of his hands.

I wanted to close my eyes, or at least ask to wait until I got out of this extra cold shower and let me first try to trim down a little bit of my forest.

I reached out my hand "Please may I have some shaving cream?" for a large dollop of Barbasol shaving cream, and received a plop of white foam.

I started at the top of my mound, using one one hand to gently pull back the skin so it is tight and, with the razor in the other hand, shaved down the hair.

I started on the sides near the crease of my legs and then worked towards the center. After I shaved most of my mound, I then shaved against the growth and sometimes from side to side. I wanted to cry, this was the first time I would be shaving my bikini line, except there was not going to be any hair left at all.

Once I thought I was finished with the mound, I ran my fingers across my pussy, completely smooth. It actually felt kind of liberating.

"Don't play with your self, just hurry up". I could tell Lloyd and Conner were also commenting on my body. I could hear them saying things like "hard nipples" and "butt hair" to each other, it sickened me but I soldiered on.

The pussy lips themselves were a bit trickier, I had to lift my clit and pull the folds to the side. I was afraid if I ran the razor across it too many times, I would knick myself. I used my free hands to gently roll the lips open and ever so carefully pull the razor up along the edge of my lips and around the upper ridge to get those little hairs that remained.

"She is getting off on this!" Savannah announced. "Hurry up, do your dookie baker, next" meanie my ass. I gave her a look that said "Gross!"

I can't reach?" sounding more like helpless whining than a question. My feelings, I can't really explain. On the one hand, I felt "adult" by shaving, on the other, I was being watched by an audience of my brother and cousins which added a level of shame and humiliation to it, but also a level of naughtiness.

"Oh my god, you big baby ... turn around" she shifted me around, reached into the cold water with a look like she was reaching into something disgusting. Then she had me spread my cheeks, to the sound of the two boys laughing while she shaved off the peach fuzz on my ass. When she was done, she reached out with her finger and plucked two wild hairs that were growing between my cheeks pulling hard. The pain almost made me tear up involuntarily.

When I had finished shaving Savannah gave me a hard slap to the pussy "A red snapper, smooth as a baby's bottom!" she laughed. The slap caused me to flinch only adding to their amusement.

They were starting to get bored, only Savannah stayed while I finished my legs, and armpits. When I was done, I was thrown a towel and told I'd have to give it back when I was done drying off.

It was just Savannah and I in the bathroom, and she squatted on the toilet pissing. The difference was she was dressed in an "Achy Breaky Heart" long shirt. "Don't make such a face, I ain't shitting" she laughed as she watched me blow dry my hair and brush my teeth.

When we were just about finished in the bathroom, she picked up one of the tooth brushes and gave me a look like she was about to let me in on something. "Ted's toothbrush" and with a smile reached under her shirt and apparently wiped her backside with it.

"Oh my Gawd! That's nasty!"

She laughed like a little minx "Yeah, I know. I've been doing to Mom's boyfriends since I was seven."

"Oh my Gawd! That's even nastier"

She made a comment like "You have no idea what some of them have been doing to me" which seemed to beg another question about what she meant but at that moment the door burst open.

Ordinarily, if Lloyd would have just walked into the bathroom while I was in it I would have shrieked. Given the circumstances, I wasn't shocked. I started to realize I was becoming part of the Fuckman. Their reality here, is sluts and pimps and rednecks and Jerry Springer, this is the sort of world I could only visit on the other side of the TV glass, with me safely in my suburban reality of malls, school, and Michael Cera movies.

Lloyd asked his sister abruptly "Can she feed Ares and Zeus for me?"

"Now wait a second" the two of them looked at me as I interrupted. "They are out side, and big dogs who growl at me every time I walked past, I am not doing that naked" they both continued to look at me so I added "Sir and Ma'am" to the end.

"Their pen is on the side of our house, the only one who can probably see you is Tyrell and his family, and they already know about the dirty white girl who sits around here on her ass naked."

I hardly sat around on my ass, I thought to myself sourly. I wasn't budging on this issue. Outside naked, no way.

"Fine, you can choose." Savannah gave me three choices.

Choice #1 Be our slave for the day, you'll end up being naked all day and cleaning up the crusty mess behind the toaster oven, and anything and everything else we can find.

Choice #2: Lloyd could give me a hard spanking to correct my "attitude problem", probably waking up Wendy and Ted in the process, and I'd still end up their maid/have to feed the dogs.

Choice #3: I could dress up like a doggie, and keep wearing the costume for as long as it pleased my new Boss Savannah. "We'll play Doggie" she suggested. Lloyd would spare me having to feed the dogs breakfast since I won't be the maid.

Hands on hips, I pouted "Why does Lloyd get to spank me? That's not fair!"

"It's his chore, so if we have a slave housekeeper maid, and he still has to do his chore, it is only fair, he gets to administer the punishment" she grinned sheepishly.

I wanted to protest their administering punishment in general, but instead choice three was sounding better and better. A wintry smile ran across my face, and then acceptance "Ruff!" I made a barking noise meekly in the hopes she would show a little mercy, which is all she needed to began planning a new game.

Laughing, and chewing her gum, in the way that Cops or PE teachers chew their gum, or women from New Jersey on TV shows. The cadence of each chew, somewhat intimidating.

Savannah brought me back into our room and started pushing aside rusty hangers until she found a Halloween costume that probably hadn't fit her in four years. It was a very cheap knock off of "Snoopy", the label said "Sloopy for ages 8+". I grinned at how ludicrous it was there was no upper age limit.

She pulled down a white plastic dog mask with black collar, a pair of black boy shorts, and threw down the white body suit because it was clearly too small. At first I was happy for the stretchy black shorts, it felt good to have anything against my skin. I couldn't fit in them until she split the sides, making it more like a loin cloth with an elastic waist band.

They put the mask on me, and tied the fuzzy black collar around my neck.

"Good Doggy!" she pat my head with a patronizing tone "You like this game, lil puppy?"

I said "What about my chest, ma'am?" pointing to my tits.

She slapped them with her hand "Doggies don't speak, except in barks and growls. No one will see your precious little boobies. Trust me"

That was because taking a belt from Lloyd and my brother, they proceeded to get me back on all fours and strap a belt around my legs, so that my thigh and lower leg were tied together and I was forced to crawl on my knees.

"Okay guys, I'll feed the dogs naked, I changed my mind!" I yelped from the carpet. "I'll be the maid".

"Too late for that!" Savannah said lifting my "Sloopy" mask and shoving a gross kitchen sponge into my mouth. You know the kind that is scratchy on one side, and spongy on the other? Why was this in their bedroom? You are starting to get an idea of the clutter inside the trailer. Things were out of place, because nothing HAD a place.

She dropped the mask back down over my face and said "Don't try to spit it out either". It felt gross against my tongue. (Try it some time), rubbing the sensitive part of your tongue across the scratchy and spongy part of a kitchen sponge. You will see what I mean if you dare. I suppose most of you won't, so you'll have to take my word for it how much of a mindfuck it is.

Even Conner was watching and giggling, as they put warm woolen mittens on my hands and duct taped the fingers together. "These are your paws, puppy."

I couldn't stand up, because the belts lashed my thigh to my shins. I could not move my fingers to grasp anything with the gloves on. I couldn't talk. I was pretty much helpless. I am sure given enough time, I could have worked the gloves off and then unstrapped the belt after some awkward stretches. However, I'd agreed to the new 'game' and at least now I had on bottoms, even if they were tiny black boy shorts.

"So what should we do with her?" Lloyd asked rubbing his hands together, to his sister.

I must have looked pretty pathetic. I was quivering with fear, on all fours, in a snoopy outfit far too small for my own good. I don't really blame Conner and them for giggling. It didn't stop me from giving them a dirty look, not that they could see behind my mask anyway.

"Well, we could teach it tricks. You like turning tricks don't you puppy?"

I murmured and Savannah gave me a swift kick to the ass. "That's how we teach naughty puppies to bark, instead of try to gurgle into their gags. If you could be trusted to play nice, I'd take out the gag?"

I nodded my head, and Savannah lifted my mask just enough to pull the sponge out. I asked "Okay, so what do..." and before I could finish, she crammed the sponge right back into my mouth.

"Doggies only bark, smart doggies bark twice for yes, and say nothing for no, is that understood?" she said in a patronizing baby voice, as if somehow dogs respond better to that tone.

She removed the gag a second time, and begrudgingly I answered "Ruff! Ruff!" to delighted giggles.

Let's do "Shake Paws" first. She showed the boys first, and explained "First take her Paw, and say "Shake ... Good Girl", then release ... do this a few times and even a dumb doggy like her will understand.

At first I was confused, but another kick to my butt and a groan and I was shaking paws like the best yorkie terrier of them all.

"Okay, boring" Conner announced "How about roll over and play dead?"

I snapped around from all fours to look at Conner, with anger and a little sense of betrayal. He smiled "I think Doggie knows this game!!" oblivious to the fact I was not smiling behind the mask.

Savannah prompted him to take over as Doggie trainer and after fidgeting he took a wooden spoon, and pushing it against my ribs, said "Get on your belly girl, that's it lie down on your belly". I begrudgingly started to move in that direction, trying to passively register my disdain for this.

He kneeled over me "Do we have anything we can use as a treat?"

Savannah said "Well, there may be some old black licorice nips" stalking into the kitchen and returning with a half-eaten bag "I could have used a maid today to get things!" she laughed as she handed it over to Conner.

Holding the black licorice to my mask, right under my nose and moving it around "Okay Doggy, this is your treat, roll over, c'mon roll over!"

I didn't like black licorice, my gramma used to give it to us when I was little. I don't know anyone who does, and these were off-brand stale licorice. I tried to move my head away from the foul candy, but he kept following my face with it.

Finally, I did the trick, rolling over onto my back, my legs tied together, making it difficult for me to roll all the way over. The boy shorts now shredded on the side to give me enough room to wear them, barely doing their job to protect my crotch.

"Pathetic" Savannah laughed "Don't give her a treat". I couldn't have been happier they didn't make me eat one.

They helped me flip back over on all fours, so that I was back in the "Doggy position" and Savannah decided it was time for me to learn to "Heel". She tied a cord to my collar and then pulling on it, tried to get me to walk with my head by her feet out into the living room.

I stayed put, I didn't want to go out to the living room on all fours. I was not even happy being back in our bedroom for this game. I wanted to say that it wasn't fair I always seemed to be the focus of our games, but I knew better than to do anything other than bark.

The collar snapped off the mask, so Savannah tied the cord around my neck and said "Unless you want kicks to the butt, you'll follow me. Don't worry we won't go on a walkie through the neighborhood. But if you do have to pee or poop, you better start scratching at the door anyway!!" She warned.

I barked twice as I was led padding down the hall way on the balls of my knees and the flat of my hands bunched together. It hurt, I couldn't see doing this all the time there was just no way, and on top of everything I thought I would barf, I was so scared.

My Cousins and brother seemed to be having great sport with my situation though. I think if they had seen me behind the mask they may have taken greater pity. To them, it must have seemed as if I was playing my part, maybe even enjoying being their doggy.

"Let's play Fetch!" Lloyd had a large baseball in his hand.

"She's got a big mouth, but not that big, besides how will she do it with the mask on?" Savannah said annoyed at her brother. "Besides you throw it in here, and you'll bust out a window AGAIN"

They practiced instead rolling a ball and having me chase after it, well waddle. Then they would whistle and call me over to them.

They were having fun with their teasing, working on teaching me "Say Hello". This is where while seated in a chair and holding the "treat" (black licorice) they put their hands between their knees and say "Come get the treat girl!".

When I did, I had to chew the awful thing, while they told me to "Say Hello" which is where my chin touches their leg. Then they say "Okay" and I lift my head.

This is when the door opened. I was SO scared, I almost peed myself. I turned around to face the door and tried to stand up, but I simply couldn't with the leg bindings.

It was Tyrell the black neighbor. He just stood with his hands on his hips looking down at me, making a "Ttch, Ttch, Ttch" sound. "I SHOULD ask what is happenin' here, but Crackers, be crazy. So I don't wanna know". Then addressing Savannah "Yo momma here?"

"Why, is her butt so big, you can see it from outer space?" she answered back with a snappy Yo Mamma cut down. The two enjoyed their little inside joke before she answered "Hungover" pointing over her shoulder to the main bedroom.

"Figures" he shrugged, before looking at me one last time to make sure he really saw what he saw.

"Want her to say hello?" Conner my own brother was basically offering me to this stranger, who admittedly was the neighbor but we'd only seen him twice.

He smiled "Do I have to pull my dick out?"

"No"

"Okay then, what do I do?"

They had him sit in the chair, and made me repeat the process for him "Say Hello, Doggy" and I took the treat until he told me to take my chin off his thigh. "White people, be crazy as fuck!" he left chuckling, letting the screen door slam on his way out.

He hadn't seen how shocked and humiliated I had been, because I was wearing the mask. To him, I was just some outrageous, smutty neighbor girl doing something flirty and probably 'weird' to him.

"Guys, that was too close, please let me out of this!" I blurted out when he finally left.

"She's right of course" Savannah said agreeing with me for once. I was actually shocked and a little relieved.

"She doesn't really look like a doggie this way, something is missing. Something that would remind the doggy to only bark" she said kicking me hard in the ass. "Isn't that right Doggy?"

I was hesitant but Savannah cocked her leg to kick again so I said "Ruff!! RUFF!"

"Sounds like she is asking you to make it more rough!" Lloyd laughed.

"Who am I to deny my kissin' cousin?" she laughed in response. "Conner will you walk your sister around in circles in the living room for a few? I need a minute?" she left the room as if that was the most normal request.

Conner did as he was asked, taking my leash and leading me around the coffee table, periodically banging my hip on some furniture or stack of junk piled up in the living room.

When Savannah came back in, I couldn't see her, because she was standing behind me, which made me extra nervous. I could hear her snipping some scissors and immediately thought she was going to chop off all of my hair.

Instead she snipped the boy shorts, putting a hole in them where my butt was. I wanted to complain, what is the point in giving me shorts if my ass is exposed? I kept my mouth shut.

Then I felt "it"

It had been greased with Crisco. She had taken some black duct tape and wrapped it around a little piece of garden hose, making it as smooth as possible and tapered on the end she was shoving up my tight asshole.

I screamed, but she lifted my mask and cupped my face, muting my cries. "Shoulda gagged you first, should have known you'd bitch about a little corn hole tail." she said to herself like she was regretting just slamming it into my ass and driving it in. "I even dipped it in Crisco for your precious booty hole, gawd damned, you act like a stuck pig, all wiggling and jiggling that ass."

I was grinding around in agony, this was the first time anything had ever put into my ass besides a thermometer. Savannah decided I could wear the mask with just my chin and mouth exposed, while they made me 'fetch' small balls they rolled around in the living room.

"She brings back those balls in her mouth so well!" they joked, laughing it up "Should we clean these balls, they've got her spit all over them?" and other little whistles and cut-ups.

I was getting tired, my knees hurt most of all from all the gravel, marbles and junk on the trailer's living room floor, and in order to take a break I scratched on the door to signal I needed to go pee.

"Oh look, doggy needs a walk, do you need to take a shit, girl?" Savannah said with a certain swagger.

I said nothing.

"Okay, so just pee-pee?" she giggled.

"Ruff! Ruff!"

"Will you do it in the yard?"

I said nothing.

"Okay, get the glass bowl out of the top drawer Lloyd, let's see how good her aim is!"

I wanted to pass out, but at that particular moment while they were all laughing at their new idea I heard he screen door open again. Savannah turned and said "Oh Tyrell, you are just in time for doggy's pee-pee training" smiling and happy with a trace of sadistic delight.

Except it wasn't Tyrell. It was my mom, taking off her sunglasses and she was not happy.



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Chapter 6

My mom being "Not happy" at the sight of her daughter on the floor in a doggy suit wiggling what appears to be a rubber tail out of her butt, topless, with her thighs belted to her shins and a snoopy mask, is probably in the running for understatement of the year if not the decade.

She let out a steady stream of cuss words, some of which I think Savannah and Lloyd may have even not heard before, as she yanked the cord they had tied around my neck as a makeshift leash to try to get me to my feet.

Discovering the belts prevented me from standing, or perhaps thinking I refused to stand, she said "Fine, c'mon like that, I don't give a shit!". I had never heard my mom talk this way, it's possible she never had. I was really worried, I wasn't sure what she would do, but whatever it was, it was gonna be bad.

Tearing open the door to Aunt Crystal's bedroom she shushed her sister who was still sleeping in recovering from what was apparently one heck of a hang over. "What is the meaning of THIS?" pointing at me, still crawling on my knees and mittened gloves.

Opening one eye, holding herself up by an arm in the bed, she looked at me on the floor dressed as I was, with tail and all and giggled. "Okay, I don't know. This is a new one on me."

Ted looked too, and all he said was "Hello!" once he saw me down there on the floor of their bedroom as if he was actually excited I was down there.

"Cool your jets, Ted. I think my older sister is a little worried, about it actually."

"A little worried?" My mom dropped my corded leash and approached my Aunt to get very close to her face with a touch of dramatic villain thrown in "A little WORRIED?"

"Yes, okay. I guess a lot worried." My Aunt seemed completely amused by this. "I don't see the problem, obviously they are just fucking around. Kids will be kids".

Even I couldn't believe Aunt Crystal really didn't see the problem with this, and I was the one doing it.

"I asked you this morning to put Ellen to work, cleaning and scrubbing and you have her be a dog?"

"Asked me to what?" Clearly Aunt Crystal wasn't remembering that conversation. "I aint a morning person, you may have. I agreed to get up and discipline your daughter, did I?"

My mom's façade of anger started to fade a little bit as she thought about that. "Not technically like that, no" she conceded. "I left here this morning, not thinking this would happen!!"

Aunt Crystal seemed to be pleasantly amused with this turn of events still, and it was difficult for my Mom to get the appropriate rise out of her. She looked down at me "Ellen honey, why are you a doggy?"

At that point, I could have told them that her daughter had made me play Doggy OR be a slave-maid for them, and how my mom put Aunt Crystal in charge, and how Aunt Crystal put Savannah in charge.

I started to realize how ridiculous that sounded, and I didn't want to rat on them and further make myself the goody-two shoes outsiders.

I pulled up my snoopy mask with my mitten hands, almost falling over in the process. A blank stare on my face while I tried to put together a plausible half-truth that would not get anyone in trouble.

"Honey, why don't you take that thing out of your ass, before Ted here spills his milk all over the bed." Aunt Crystal said patiently about the tail that seemed to wiggle and bounce each time I moved.

"Oh yes, thank you!" I said relieved to finally have some kindness. I had almost forgot about what amounted to an anal raping in the form of a plastic tail that had been pushed into my asshole. I say "Almost" because maybe it was just that I was glad my mom had not mentioned it at all. It's possible she was just too shocked to even admit what it was, but other than a few muted giggles, no one had said a word about it just now.

I reached both hands behind me, but due to the Crisco making it slipper and the woolen mittens that had the fingers duct tape together I couldn't quite manage to get a firm grasp around it.

"Is it um, stuck up in there? sweet cheeks" my aunt asked spryly.

Shocked and horrified "No, no. it's just slippery from the lube, Ma'am" I put a Ma'am on there, mostly because at this point, it sure couldn't hurt to sound apologetic. I made it release with a push from my sphincter and letting it drop to the floor. I could hear it sort of clatter, and the giggles from Lloyd and Conner rose, but my Mom I think was in so much shock, she was probably just staring at me, glaring at me. I couldn't look up, I kept my head straight just wondering if there was any of my doo on the tail.

My mom was about to go off when Savannah playfully added "Well, it was too tight to go in without at least spitting on it. It's just some Crisco"

All blood was draining from my face, I was completely and totally humiliated. I was ready to be punished rather than explain myself. I said as much. I couldn't believe I hadn't fought harder when they pushed the tail in me, and now that it was out, it was such a physical relief, but such a humiliating situation, it was almost comical. Almost.

"Now, now, no one is going to punish you, if you tell the truth, Ellen. Why were you dressed as a dog?" My Aunt asked again, despite my Mom's mutterings of "Oh yes, she will be punished!" under her breath.

I didn't know how to answer. "It was a game, you know like Cops or Robbers, or Cowboys and Indians?" I pouted.

"Oh yes, I know those games, I even played them when I was a little girl" my aunt seeming to have a great deal of empathy for me.

"Whose idea was it that you be a Doggy like this?"

Looking up at Savannah and Lloyd, and glancing at Conner, I lied "Well, it was my idea. I asked them to do this to me, They didn't want too. I'd like to go ahead and get on with the punishment I richly deserve. I obviously wasn't thinking". I just wanted it to end. I had decided to fall on my sword for them. I was already in deep doo-doo with my mom, and there was no way around that. Saying it was their idea would only get them in as deep as me.

"So, my Daughter did not come in here this morning, say that since your mom had put you under my supervision, could you be put under HER supervision, while Ted and I slept off our cocktails?"

"Okay, yes." she clearly knew what had happened and was toying with me.

"You'd make a terrible poker player, little girl." Wendy fell back into bed. I wasn't sure if she remembered or was just bluffing me into admitting it.

Crystal spoke while laying flat on her bed, looking up in the brocade mirror above her. "So Patricia, your daughter is a liar, but obviously mine put her up to it. That is what happened, what do you want to do about it?" she asked as if she could care less.

"Do?" My mom was beside herself. "I don't know! Savannah isn't mine, I can only decide for Ellen."

"Okay, so let's say I leave it up to you" my Aunt gave an exasperated sigh yawning. Ted ripped a small fart in the bed, causing a few giggles despite the seriousness of the situation, to which Crystal slapped him playfully.

"Leave it up to me, what?" My mom wasn't sure what was being asked, and frankly neither was I. I was still reeling from how my ass felt unplugged. It was sore and raw, but there was a tremendous relief that the tail was out.

"Ten to one odds, Savannah did exactly what Ellen said. Came in here, asked if she could be put in charge while I was not paying attention. That is what I'd do if I was that age"

My mom didn't disagree, she was still standing there arms folded looking at me. All eyes were on me, and I was still belted so that I couldn't move.

"So, do you want to spank Savannah's heiney the way you did Ellen's last night?" Crystal asked bluntly.

"I wish you would!" Savannah dared, in a challenging way. Her statement more like someone who wants you to throw the first punch in a fist fight, than any kind of invitation or admission of guilt.

My mom looked at her shoes "Well about that, actually I feel kind of like that may have been done out of anger and stress, no I wouldn't like to spank Savannah." she said plainly.

"Okay, well the other option is that Savannah switch places and be the maid, she took advantage of her cousin. She can clean up for a day, I don't give a shit. Would that make you happy?"

"No, that would not make me happy" My mom said seemingly confused by her options. "That would not address any of, of ... this" indicating me with her hands without being able to find the words to discuss it.

"So, the two of them are maids for 24 hours, would that teach them a lesson?" Aunt Crystals tone was that of someone who was bored and tired of discussing the matter, although she seemed to be trying to be helpful.

"Naked, or fully clothed?" My mom asked.

"I don't really care. Ted may like it, but after what he did to me last night, Some times that is a good thing to get him riled up. It's probably going to embarrass them more, make them jump a little faster and higher, if they do it nekked, but I don't really give a god damn."

Savannah confronted her mom "You want me naked? That's fine with me!" and without even a moment's hesitation she threw her t-shirt bravely on the ground, making it clear to everyone she never had a stitch on underneath, naked and pale, her hairless lithe little body looked so much more shapely than mine. Her boobs fuller, her butt a little more shapely.

I felt like a block with two fat little titties, no curves in comparison to my Cousin who was built like a sports car, compared to my Sedan.

"Savannah, I am not in the mood for one of your tantrums. You'll be the maid, and you'll wear whatever your Aunt wants you to wear, you hear?"

"Nope! I'll pick up, I clean up, I'll even do what Uncle Ted wants." she let the subtle hint that he may want her to do more than pick up and clean "But I'll do it butt naked if I want too!!"

I wanted to stop her and ask why she felt the need to insist on it. Obviously, she was trying a reverse psychology with her mom. She was demanding what she didn't want to do.

Unfortunately, for Savannah her mom was a much older version of her own manipulative self. Rather than rise to the bait and demand her daughter dress modestly, she said "Well Patricia, I'll leave the choice up to you. we'll even help you run the two of them ragged the rest of the day and tomorrow. All I ask, is they both have the same punishment, so I don't have to hear, she got this, and all I got was that." the last bit she said in a mocking tone.

"Oh, well, I didn't actually think that" My mom said staring at Savannah standing there boldly sticking to her bluff, arms slightly cocked almost like she would begin punching, a face that seemed resentful and intimidating.

"Ha, I didn't think so" she bent over to put on her shirt scoffing at my mom.

"No, I think you should do it naked, as the day is long. I was just worried about what Conner and Lloyd are seeing right now." My mom took Savannah's reverse psychology bait.

My brother and cousin looked at my mom, mouth's open with a "What?" on their lips. They were loving this as spectators standing back.

Savannah was already putting on her t-shirt "Pshaw, too late. I aint doing any of it" and putting the shirt over her head. She stopped before she could pull it all the way down after getting it around her neck.

"STOP!" Aunt Crystal finally losing her cool, massaging her temples. "I aint feeling well, I am tired of the argument. Naked, Yes, No, Maybe, Who gives a god damn. Savannah you are my Daughter, and I've let you get away with everything, this and that. My sister can't seem to make up her mind, well I have. You will do it butt ass nekked, you will do exactly as you are told by whoever in this household, you will not complain, and if you hesitate or bitch, then you will get the business end of Tom's paddle. Is that understood?"

Her mom waved Savannah over to the bed with a finger. When Savannah did, she probably wasn't aware, but everyone standing next to me got a full view of her pink asshole and pussy lips as she bent at the waist.

When Savannah's mom finished whispering to her, whatever it was, was something that changed Savannah's tone entirely. She had bent over a strong willed, brat, but when she stood up, she wasn't even smacking her gum any more. She took the shirt back off and started to fold it. "Okay, I am all yours, where do you want me to start?" without so much as another word of complaint.

"Actually, I just came back to change, I have to go back to Town. I didn't expect this" My mom said overwhelmed by the sudden weirdness of the whole thing. I could feel her eyeballing me, making a mental note to ask why I was not fully shaved below the waist, when yesterday I wasn't.

"Fine, go do what you go to do" It was Aunt Crystal's turn to shock us. She opened the covers, revealing her tan, slightly freckled body fully nude. She had perfect globes for fake tits, and a completely shaved pussy. There was an audible gasp and a few giggles from the boys.

"Okay, you two are standing here in a room with two naked girls, and MY being naked makes you giggle?" then as casual as you please she stood up, bent over and lit a cigarette before walking to her closet to pluck a robe from inside. Seeing everyone was still stunned when she started to put it on and turn towards us "What? Yes. I sleep naked. Who doesn't? Patricia don't you have some place to be? We'll put the girls to work, I am up now. I am up."

"Okay, just. I don't know if Conner should..." My mom stammered.

"Conner should what? He's already seen their clams and coffee grinders, what other shenanigans are you worried about?"

"Well, I don't know. I mean it's just so bizarre. I wasn't prepared for yesterday, but seeing Ellen today like this, with the belts strapped on and the uh, tail. Maybe I should stay home."

"Maybe you should, I don't give a damned, if you miss whatever you have to go too. I can go back to sleep" My Aunt said with the swagger that obviously her daughter had inherited.

"Well just keep it from being naughty, until I get home" Realizing how that sounded, she corrected "I mean, just tonight when they sleep, let them wear clothes, how is that?". She was obviously out of her element on what to do about this, and seemed a little more reassured that Aunt Crystal had a plan of sorts.

"Sure" My Aunt agreed "Actually, Savannah go ahead and take those belts off Ellen's legs before she gets a blood clot or something, and let her go put on something of yours for today. Ellen, honey, you go pick out anything you want of Savannah's, you can be a maid, but I don't want your Mom worrying about you."

Savannah sneered at me, with an open contempt that now I was going to get special treatment.

I swallowed hard, as I was unbuckled and wobbled from the floor to a standing position. I just had the boy shorts on, my tits were still bared. I had a tough choice to make.

"Actually Ma'am, if it's all the same to you, I would prefer the same punishment as Savannah, it's only fair we both be treated the same." I stepped out of the boy shorts and held them in my hand, as I took off the snoopy mask, and tried to fidget with the gloves to pull them off.

"Fine with me, Patricia, are you okay with that?" Crystal said, now preparing to walk into the kitchen to get her morning coffee even though it was probably close to 2pm.

My Mom is a Libra, the horoscope sign that is a balancer. My brother and I have always received gifts of equal value, and she has always tried to spend equal time with us. I knew her nature, and the internal conflict that this seemed like inappropriate punishment in the first place, with the idea that we'd be both punished in equal measure.

"Yes, just" she scanned my brother and Lloyd, I could tell she saw their erections under their pants. "Yes, just if it gets weird or uncomfortable, please use your best judgment. I don't really like this" She looked at Savannah, her young body pin-up perfect and looked away "I am not going to tell your father, let's discuss it when I get back. I hate to ask this Crystal, but I've nothing nice to wear, may I put on something of yours?" My aunt told her to pick anything out she wanted and my mom began searching the closet for something that wasn't gaudy or trashy.

While my Mom prepared herself in my Aunt's room, Savannah and I followed Aunt Crystal and Ted into the Kitchen, accompanied by Lloyd and Conner who had been quietly stifling their laughter at this new spectacle. As I was leaving my Aunt's room she cleared her throat "Take that with you" pointing to the tail and I quietly picked up the little anal plug that had been buried in my butt, getting a chance to look at it. I was pleasantly surprised it had none of my 'chocolate pudding' on it anywhere.

My mom came out wearing what I would consider "A hooker's best Sunday outfit". It was so out of place, the outfit seemed to say "I don't know what professional looks like, I've tried my best to fake it". It was a tight skirt, with a blouse that had a plunging neckline and 4 inch heels. It looked so wrong on my mom on many levels. Her plain jane straight-laced "Mom" haircut, and simple make up. It was if Malcolm in the Middle's mom was going to try to dress sexy.

"Wow, you dipped your peanut in my chocolate" Ted said admiring my Mom's new walk. The heels and skirt almost forcing her to walk in a more pronounced sashay.

My Mom returned his complement with a polite wintry smile. She scanned the room, Savannah and I were naked, but we were both washing dishes and preparing lunch. We seemed like two normal teenagers doing chores, except we were naked.

Lloyd and Conner were outside throwing the football in the yard back and forth. They weren't staring or gawking. (Later I came to find out they were plotting and talking).

Crystal was sipping something that looked like coffee with Ted on the sofa, the two of them catching up on their mid-afternoon Jerry Springer and Maury Povich episodes.

"Okay, you seem to have it in hand" My mother seemed surprised as she said that. She turned to me almost as an afterthought and put her finger in my face "Ellen, I am SOO disappointed in you. You listen to your Aunt and do whatever they tell you. If I get home, and they let me know you were good, I will be more inclined not to punish you myself. If however, I hear you gave them a hard time". She paused, she wasn't sure what to say as a consequence.

Ted finished for her "She won't sit down for a week!"

"Yes, you will get a spanking so hard, you won't sit down for a week" satisfied with herself, she sashayed right out the door, waving goodbye to Conner and Lloyd as she got into a waiting truck of a friend.

Ted hadn't actually been talking to my Mom. I didn't know that at the time, but as we overheard the television it was Maury Povich's show. Maury Povich really only does three kind of shows:

1. People with irrational fears, like tin foil or chickens. He finds crazy people willing to subject themselves to humiliations for the entertainment of others, while they are laughed at for things that normal people would never do. I am guessing most of his guests come from places like Fuckman Acres.

2. "Who the daddy is?", he brings on sluts from places like the Fuckman to see if they are pregnant with their boyfriends baby. People always seemed shocked about the results. I can't understand that, if you are dating a woman so slutty you have to bring her on national TV just to find out if she was faithful, you probably should have left her long before it got that far. She is trash.

3. "Tough Love". They bring out some teenage girls who is like "I don't care, I do what I want!" who is so willful and out of control, they make Savannah seem very tame and placid. Then Maury brings out a drill sergeant type black guy to get in their face, ships them off to some camp that puts them through all sorts of exercises, humiliations, and drills and when they return at the end of the episode (having been gone for several months), the girl always tearfully thanks her mom for the help.

Today they were watching the Tough Love episode, and Ted was actually responding rather joyfully to how much anal sex one of the slutty teenagers had in exchange for money, weed and on one occasion a "Double cheeseburger". I still hadn't connected all those dots at this point though. So probably never mind I said all that.

"You idiot!" Savannah whispered through gritted teeth, as she moved a pot on the stove, clearing off something that was sitting on one of the burners.

I was confused, I asked her why she said that. "You could have worn anything, why didn't you?" she whispered again.

"Well, you demanded to do this naked, so I'd ask the same thing of you?" trying to talk in hushed voice, but being a little too lied.

"Quiet, or I'll shove a ... gag in your mouth!" Crystal said without taking her eyes off the TV. She was resting her feet on the coffee table still taking it easy from her hangover.

Savannah didn't listen. She just answered in a whispered hush "That was bluffing, you idjit. I didn't actually expect them to make me. I figured it would make them so uncomfortable, there was no way she'd dare. My mom hasn't punished me since I was little. It's too much hassle, and I make it hell for her. Then you go and say 'Oh please mommy, can I be nakey too'". She added the last part in her little girl voice to mock me.

"I did not" I whispered. "You seemed to be looking at me with scorn, and contempt so I just assumed you'd be mad if I got special treatment!"

"Scorn and contempt?" she seemed more perturbed. "Why do you use fifty cent words like that, when nickel words will do?" she was asking me rhetorically, why I used big words some times. She didn't give me a chance to respond, she simply explained "I always look at people with scorn and contempt. If you go doing everything because of that look on my face, you'll have a hard life".

For the first time, not even since that time we kissed on a dare, did I get a good look into Savannah's eyes. They were ice blue, they reminded me of a tiger for some reason. I don't think I dared look her right in the eyes until just now. Something about us being on equal footing made me more comfortable to do so.

"God, what are you? Lezzing out for me now?" She said with disgust noticing how I was looking at her.

"No, no. I was just thinking"

"Well less thinking, little miss can't be wrong, and a lot more scrubbing!"

Savannah called everyone to lunch, we ate last while the boys gawked at us, mostly at Savannah. They had seen me naked for about a day, so I guess I was suddenly pizza, next to Savannah's sizzling steak.

"Mom, I can boss them around too?" Lloyd asked innocently.

"Not to suck your dick!" Aunt Crystal said bluntly.

Lloyd stopped to think for a moment. He didn't admit that was what he was going to order, but he didn't NOT admit it wasn't either. Instead he said "Do sit ups, push ups, jumping jacks. Stuff like that."

My aunt looked over at Ted who was trying to hide his delight at the idea. "Jumping jacks, huh?" she smirked. Then she said magnanimously "Not in here, I'd prefer you do it outside if it's jumping around, but Oddjobs would probably have a heart-attack and die. So take them in your room. We've got all day for them to clean up, and this shit has been piling up for years, so it's not going anywhere. It'll be here when they get done."

I still had the rope around my neck, and Lloyd grabbed it from behind and my Cousin by her hair and grinning "Ladies, come with me. It's exercise time". I had to put down my half-eaten lunch as I was walked rather forcefully into our room.

"Okay, start playing with yourselves" Lloyd said without an ounce of shame for asking that of us.

"What? I thought we had to exercise." I asked naively of the two boys now standing in front of us, in front of our closed door.

"You want to exercise, you can work out that pussy right now, or I can tell Mom you aren't doing right. Who she going to believe?"

Savannah folder her arms and was staring daggers at her brother. She was leaning on one foot, and reminded me of John Cougar Mellencamp from the old "Hurts So Good" video. A sort of raunchy, yet tough façade.

"You think you got me over a barrel, but just remember. This is not forever. If you make us do this, payback WILL be a bitch."

It had worked on Conner, he was tapping Lloyd on the shoulder saying "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I think jumping jacks would be just fine."

"Wouldn't you be a bitch, no matter what happens?" Lloyd said countering her logic.

"Okay, yes. But not as MUCH of one, if you let us just hide out in here, and cover for us!" she smiled sweetly.

"No, I think we want to play Master and Slaves, do a good enough job and we'll talk about letting you take a break when you are bored."

I wasn't sure what game "Master and Slaves" was but it definitely did not sound good. Savannah said begrudgingly "Fine, but I get to wear a scarf around my neck, you aren't pulling me around by my hair"

"You aren't pulling me around by my hair, SIR" Lloyd corrected.

She took the striped scarf out of her closet, tied it around her neck so that the long end hung down around her back like mine and through gritted teeth added "Sir" and in so doing apparently just volunteered me to play the game as she had been since I got here.

"Okay Slaves, first thing is put on a show for us, we want to see you play with yourself" Lloyd and Conner were standing with arms folded.

Savannah grabbed a hair brush for herself and handed me another one from her dresser. She said meekly "Yes Sir" although it was clearly part of an act, and laid down on her mattress with her legs spread, and held the handle of the brush like a dagger about to plunge it inside of her.

I was apparently supposed to do the same, so I said "Yes Sir" and got in the same position on my own mattress. Suddenly cleaning the house seemed like a good idea.

"You may begin, slaves" the two of them stood standing there making me nervous.

I could see Savannah moving her hair brush handle around, and so I put it up to my asshole. This was where we inserted tails again.

"Wrong hole, slave Ellen" corrected my cousin Lloyd. This caused Savannah to stop what she was doing and begin laughing and looking at me.

"Oh are you an ass slut, slave Ellen?"

"Oh! Sorry Sir. I've never uh, well I am a virgin. I thought this went up our butts."

"You aren't going to pop your cherry, if you don't put it in too far and hard, girl. God damn, I lost my cherry when I was like twelve."

Lloyd laughed "I remember that"

"No you don't, shut up."

"Hey slave Savannah, is that anyway to talk to your Master?"

Savannah swallowed, apparently it wasn't. "No sir, but we were taking a break."

"I don't remember calling a time out, Conner, you call a time out?" Lloyd asked my brother in a slightly mocking tone.

"Punishment! Where do you want it, the tits, ass or pussy?"

"On my ass, Sir" Savannah said flipping over, handing him the hair brush she was about to impale her tight little twat with.

I was stunned, still laying there with my own hairbrush around my ass, when Savannah was spanked on all fours by her brother. He threw the hairbrush down and was using his bare hand on her ass, as she counted out "ONE, Sir ... Two SIR!!" you could sense even though she was acting submissive, the wheels were turning in her head about revenge.

Lloyd looked at me without pausing his swats. "Pick a hole, I don't care which. It's not time out, unless you want punishment next?"

I decided to go ahead and put it in my ass. I was not sure what would happen, and my despite all of this, my pussy was actually a little wet. I didn't want to admit that to myself, the adrenalin and spectacle of this entire situation must be turning me on. I didn't feel turned on, more shocked and horrified, but for my pussy, it was involuntary.

I slowely drove the blunted end of the brush handle into my already sore asshole. I asked "May I spit on it?" remembering Savannah say something about spit, and lube.

"May I spit on it SIR!" Conner corrected me. Even though they were apparently both Masters, I was directing my questions to Lloyd. Conner's demeanor was that of more of an Assistant who was trying to be helpful to the Master.

I was waiting for confirmation from Lloyd when the door swung open.

It was my Aunt's boyfriend Ted. "Okay, this is the jumping jacks?" He surveyed the scene. I was laying on my back, legs spread with a hair brush just touching my asshole. My cousin on all fours getting spanked.

Lloyd smiled impishly "It is, if you can be cool about it?" he said in a conspiratorial tone.

"Okay, let me go get my handcuffs." and he shut the door, to walk back into the living room. We could hear him tell Aunt Chrystal loudly "No they are just counting out sit-ups and stuff, it's totally innocent"

I almost felt good. Like "Wow, we just got away with something" When I realized, what we just got away with, was inviting Ted back into the room so that he too could watch me play with my ass and my cousin be spanked.

When he got back, both Savannah and I were on our backs, Savannah's brush artfully being stroked in and out of her pussy while she breathed heavy, her chest rising and falling with orgasmic vim and vigor. Me, more looking stupid, as I wiggled the brush around in my butt hole.

Ted opened our door again, this time he said for Aunt Crystal's benefit "I WILL JUST STAY IN HERE AND MAKE SURE THERE IS NO HANKY PANKY!" and pulling from out of his shorts two pairs of handcuffs, and two red rubber ball gags. The rubber balls looked like dog toys with leather straps coming out of them.

"Ted, you kink meister!" Lloyd said showing a new found respect for his Mom's boyfriends and offering him "up top" high five.

"Hey well you know." he said trying to pretend to be modest but loving the complement. "Your Mom is a bit of a kink meister, so I gotta keep up with that, so that makes me one too". It was like I thought about Ted, he wanted to be a cop, and it stood to reason he'd own handcuffs and crave control.

Savannah was the first to be gagged. She was about to say something snaky, most likely "Don't gag me with something that has been in my Mom's mouth! That's gross!" but it came out "MRMRMRMRM!!!" as Ted leaned over her and attached the gag, before flipping her over and handcuffing her, so that her hands were behind her back and able to reach the brush in her pussy, but she was bound up.

As Ted did it to me, I could distinctly taste the smell of vodka or some strong liquor and cigarettes on the red rubber ball. My hands were uncomfortably handcuffed behind my back, and the hair brush even pushed in a little farther by Ted.

Savannah was playing slave, but her eyes read more like she was playing Taurus the Bull. They seemed angry, but laying on her back, helpless and gagged, it only seemed to amuse the guys more.

After what felt like a full hour, but was more like twenty minutes they had sat down and seemed to be getting bored watching our little show.

"What's next Uncle Ted?" Lloyd asked like a child who was at Disneyworld.

"Oh it's Uncle Ted now? If we keep at it, it's going to be Dad before the end of the day".

"Well, it's just most guys don't stick around long enough, seems wrong to call them Dad." Lloyd offered as a consolation.

"Yah, no I get that. You guys are a trip, I don't plan on going anywhere, though. Especially now that I know your sister and cousin are such good sports about their punishment" he reached out and with his left hand grabbed my boob and gave it a twist with his thumb and forefinger, while doing the same with his other to Savannah.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I can't sit here and watch this." He said which seemed surprising to everyone including me. "Without releasing some bull gravy, if you know what I mean." he corrected causing me to inhale sharply over the gag. "I gotta drain the bull, it's too much of a tease just watching this."

The gag was causing me to drool all up and down my chest, it was uncontrollable.

"Yah, whip it out." Lloyd dared him.

"I'd just feel a little like a scout master, pulling my dick out in front of you two" Ted felt ashamed of them seeing his dick? But he didn't seem to have a problem at all with the two naked girls writing around in handcuffs and gags masturbating for him?

"No, it's no biggie. I pull it out and pull my pud in here, usually though when everyone is asleep." Lloyd admitted causing both Savannah and I to writhe and murmur with a little fury. I had no idea he was beating off when I slept.

"That's funny" Conner admitted. "I've been going in the bathroom to do it, I didn't know it was okay to do in here"

I wanted to shout "It's NOT!!!" but Lloyd told him it was, since all I could do was mumble incoherently in a gag, and that only seemed to drive more spit from my lip to my chest.

"Yah I know you have, a couple times a day" Lloyd said, apparently complementing him on his stamina and not on the fact he just admitted he was jerking off all the time in the bathroom. The world seemed so turned upside down. I told you earlier that things at the reality at the Fuckman was so different than my world. That was a fairly naïve comparison, I was talking about Monster Trucks and families with six kids all trying to share one bedroom. I wasn't talking about things like this.

Here were two teenage boys and a grown man, discussing jerking off, and where were they going to deposit it. They ordered us to roll over onto our bellies and assume an "All Fours" position. Our hands behind our back cuffed, with our butts facing them. I was still moving my brush around, slightly. I couldn't see them now, so I think they may have taken out their dicks and started playing with them. They hadn't pulled down their pants, that much was obvious. I could hear though the slight sound of what I can only assume is a cock being pulled up and down, sort of a "Shik-shik-shik" sound.

"You can do it right here in one of Savannah's shoes. I don't' know where Ellen's are, or if she even has any shoes after the other day, or else I'd say we should do it in both." Lloyd offered kindly.

"I'd like to put it all over their sweet little faces" Ted said sounding a little creepy for even Lloyd.

"Hey that's my Sister!!!" Lloyd said defensively.

"Oh right" Ted agreed correcting himself, seemingly a little shamed.

"Now if you wanted to glaze my cousin, that I don't see a problem with that, but not on her face, let's do it on their asses." and as Lloyd said that, I turned around my head to offer a firm rebuke of that idea, but Lloyd stood up, his dick in his hand. It was large, about 8 and half inches and very thick.

"Turn around Slave, keep eyes forward" and he began to spank me, hard on the ass for my disobedience.

Conner spoke up nervously "Um, since she is MY sister, where do I do it at?"

"Fair is fair, Savannah's big old butt, because that is YOUR cousin. Deal?"

The boys agreed, and when my spanking was done, all I knew was that one of them was dripping his hot warm spunk on to my as cheeks and down my back. Then another one, this time not quite as much as the first. He pressed his dick right up to my ass and squirted, most of it dripping down my pussy.

Once they had spent their load from jerking off. They seemed to lose interest in us completely. I was even thrown a pair of Savannah's panties to wipe myself down with, as Ted unlocked the cuffs and the gags with a "Thank you girls, clean yourselves up".

They seemed to have lost all interest in any sort of cruel, dirty, perverted ideas. I wiped the spit off my tits, and the cum off my back before running it through my legs, as the three of them filed back out. "You can go back to cleaning" was all they said.

As they shuffled out of the room in a hurry, Savannah looked at me and whispered hoarsely "Hard times at the Fuckman Acres". She had said a real mouthful.


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