Nobody Needs Modesty (Part 1 - 9/19)

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Because I cannot help starting new projects when I have an idea...

Reading Naked Summer by Perseus put an idea into my head, and I thought I'd take a shot at my own variant of a Girls Don't Need Modesty story. My original intention was to write something that was closer to the original bright and cheerful style, and not as grim and creepy as what I usually write. Well, that didn't fucking happen. Anyway, you may recognize some familiar motives, but with a different spin. 

Synopsis: Siblings Nikki(14), Amy(12), and Mark(16) are forced to spend the summer with distant relatives in the country. The shy and modest Nikki quickly discovers that norms in the libertine community there are very different from what she has been used to.

Fair Warning: Somewhere along the line, there will be sex between adult and underage characters. If that makes you squeamish, you probably won't like this story. As always, all of this is a work of fiction imagined for adult entertainment. The events described are fantastical and do not reflect real-world possibilities or viewpoints.



Chapter 1


We had not even made it to Austin yet, and I was already thoroughly convinced that this was going to be the worst summer ever. I had no idea what I was really getting into. I mean, we didn't even know Uncle Jonah and Aunt Faye. Maybe Mark did, but I didn't remember them. The last time we saw them—or perhaps the only time—was at my grandfather's funeral, and that was six years ago. I was eight years old then, and Amy was six. Who can remember anything from that long ago, let alone some old people who mean nothing to you. So yeah, I was sulking the whole way there. In the car to the airport, on the plane, I was just feeling miserable and whining inside. This was a stupid, stupid idea, but I was in no position to object. Mom and Dad had decided, and that was it.

Amy, of course, was by then completely fine with the whole thing, even excited. That's how she was—a happy-go-lucky girl who always went with the flow, accepting anything without a second thought. I was her polar opposite—shy, modest, and painfully uptight. Mark was always making fun of me for that, and he knew just the right buttons to push to get me flustered. Mark was my older brother, and at sixteen, he was a total pest, always finding new ways to embarrass me.

"Hey, Nik," he said to me when we got into our seats on the plane. "You've got an admirer. That man over there has been checking you out since the gate. He can't take his eyes off you."

I peered over my shoulder to see what he was talking about, and I immediately regretted it. Some middle-aged guy with a balding head and bushy eyebrows was, in fact, staring right at me. He was a big dude, and his shirt stretched tight over his bulging belly. He caught my eye and smiled. I quickly turned away and shrank in my seat.

"Don't be such a lemonface, Nik," Mark laughed. "He's just looking. He thinks you're hot. You should feel good about it."

I didn't respond. I hated being gawked at. My mom always said that I was going to be a fashion model someday, but I didn't think so. Not that I would mind wearing some beautiful, expensive clothes and jewelry, but I would never be comfortable standing in front of a bunch of strangers with everyone staring at me. Just thinking about it made me feel queasy.

"Heh, he's got bigger tits than you," Mark said smirking.

"Shut up, Mark," I muttered. Okay, on top of everything else, I was self-conscious about my boobs. When I was Amy's age, I was all gangly and flat as a pancake. Now, at fourteen, I'd blossomed somewhat, and filled out in the right places, but I was still tall and skinny, and my breasts were pointy little cones that pierced through my t-shirts and stuck out like a pair of horns if I didn't wear a padded bra.

I sat there quietly, fuming and trying not to show it, while Mark continued his torment. "See, I told you, he's totally into you," he said. "Check it out, he's touching himself now. Look!"

"Will you please shut up!" I said, but I couldn't resist looking back again and, to my horror, I saw the man adjusting himself down there, right through his jeans.

"Well, he's definitely impressed," Mark continued. "I'll betcha that guy is gonna go to the bathroom and jerk off."

"Ewww!" I grimaced, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "You're disgusting."

"Yeah, you're an idiot," said Amy, giving him a thump in the shoulder. "Don't listen to him, Nikki. He just wants to get a reaction."

"Oh, come on, Nik," Mark said. "I'm just playing. Chill. You have a serious case of uptight-itis. You should see a doctor."

I rolled my eyes. There was no point arguing with Mark. I would just make a bigger fool of myself. I could feel this was going to be a long day.

When my dad had called the family meeting, I had a sinking feeling about it. Dad probably knew we were gonna be upset, because he apologized right from the get-go. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know you kids are not going to like what I'm going to say, but we need to talk about the summer vacation. And the fact is, we're not going on a family vacation this year." He could see that Amy and I were both about to protest, so he quickly cut us off.

"Please let me finish," he said. "That's not meant to say you won't have a vacation. The thing is, we finally managed to get the contractors to start on the remodeling in July so Mom and I can't go anywhere, but we need you out of the house. Aunt Faye and Uncle Jonah have been kind enough to agree to have you for the month."

"Who's Aunt Faye and Uncle Jonah?" Amy asked, confused.

"Your great aunt and uncle. Aunt Faye is my dad's younger sister," Dad said. "They're good people, and I know you'll like them."

"For a whole month?!" I said. "Why can't we stay at home?"

"Because the construction workers are gonna be here. The house is gonna be a mess, and we don't have anywhere else for you to stay," Mom said. "You know all of my family are in France."

"I'd rather go to France than Texas," Mark said with a snicker.

"I'm sure you all would. Well, that's not an option," Dad said, shooting him a dirty look. "Look, we've already made the arrangements, and Aunt Faye and Uncle Jonah expect you. It's a done deal, so you can whine and sulk all you want, but it's not going to change anything."

I didn't want to go. Texas was big and dry and bland, and I just knew it was going to be a miserable summer. But, like Dad said, we didn't have a choice.

As soon as the wheels touched the runway when we landed in Austin, people flooded the aisle like they were afraid only the select few would make it out alive. Somehow, the man whom I had almost successfully forgotten, but who had no doubt been staring at me the whole flight, ended up right above me. I could feel him looking down the front of my top. It gave me the creeps. Worse than that, his big belly brushed against my arm, and I could smell his sweat. Ugh! What a total nightmare. He tried to make it seem accidental, but then he rubbed himself against me again. No way that was an accident. I cringed and looked away and tried not to breathe.

Then we finally got out, and the heat hit me like a blast furnace. Our flight was late, and the July sun in mid-afternoon was brutal. "Right. Welcome to hell," I sighed under my breath, not even trying to hide how much I hated this.

We did not have to wait at the carousel for our bags, because we didn't have any. All we had was what was in our one carry-on. That's right. Not one each. One. Another reason why I already abhorred this trip.

"Aunt Faye asked that you don't bring a lot of stuff. They don't have much room," Dad had said.

"Just pack what you can fit in one carry-on. You'll have to compromise with each other," said Mom.

"What do you mean, Mom? Compromise how? You can't expect all three of us to pack a month's worth of clothes in one small case!" I protested.

"If I know Aunt Faye, you won't be needing a lot of clothes," Dad said with an enigmatic smile.

"You can always do laundry, you know?" said Mom.

"But Mom! It's a vacation, not a prison camp."

"Stop complaining and do what I say," Mom said, shutting me down.

So there I was, with nothing but a small backpack, wishing I was anywhere but here. Mark rolled our shared case through the arrivals hall while Amy skipped beside him, her arms swinging freely, and her carefree nature was only making my mood worse.

We didn't have to walk very far before we spotted a woman vigorously waving her hands. "Hey, Hellers! Here! Oh, you've grown so much! It's so good to see y'all."

She was a small, slender woman who had to be at least pushing sixty, but she didn't appear that way. Her face looked youthful, she had her hair dyed solid dark brown, and was dressed in an airy, flowery sundress that made it obvious at first glance that she had nothing on underneath. Against all odds, I found her warm and charming, and she was the first thing on this trip that actually made me smile.

"And this must be Nikki," she said, looking at me. "I remember you as a little girl. Well, look at you now! You're a young woman. Your mom said you could be a model, and she wasn't exaggerating one bit."

"It's nice to meet you, Aunt Faye," I said, shyly.

"Oh, come on now, none of that. Y'all aren't strangers, are you? And this is Amy, right? When I last saw you, you were just this wee little thing. How old are you now, eleven?"

"Twelve," Amy giggled.

"Right, twelve. Forgive me. Wow, how time flies," Aunt Faye said. "You'll have a good time, dear. And this handsome devil is Mark. Look at you. My, my, aren't you the strapping young man."

Mark grinned. "Hi, Aunt Faye," he said, flexing his biceps and winking.

"You're a troublemaker, aren't you?" she laughed. "Well, y'all, we've got to get out of here."

We were met in the parking lot by an older man in a big Stetson and weathered jeans, smoking a cigarette. He looked like the classic cowboy from the retro commercials, only instead of boots with spurs, he wore flip-flops on bare feet. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, revealing a broad, hairy chest gone gray and a stomach that was not terribly soft for a man his age.

"Hey, y'all," he grunted in a scratchy voice, and I wondered how many cigarettes he had smoked before we got there. We threw what few bags we had in the trunk of a beaten open-roof Jeep and squeezed ourselves into the back seat. It was a tight fit, but we managed, and off we went. Uncle Jonah didn't talk much, but Aunt Faye was chatty enough for all of us.

After a few minutes, Mark leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Did you notice Auntie isn't wearing panties? Isn't she a total MILF?"

I just looked at him in disbelief and hoping nobody had heard. "Gross, Mark, shut up," I said.

"Oh, come on. You gotta admit, she's pretty hot for an old lady."

"I can't believe you. Just don't even start, okay?"

"What about Uncle Jonah? I betcha he ain't got no underwear either. Is he an uncle you'd love to fuck?" he whispered, grinning.

"Ewww! Will you please shut up and stop saying such gross things," I said. Mark's unapologetic crudeness was a constant source of frustration, and I had enough of it on a normal day, let alone on this miserable trip.

"Relax, Sis. I'm just playing."

For a while we were surrounded by concrete overpasses, shopping plazas, and strip malls, but after about thirty minutes of driving in heavy traffic, the urban sprawl began to thin out, and the landscape opened up.

"We're not staying in Austin?" Mark asked. "I thought you lived in the city."

"Oh, no. We live out in the boonies," Aunt Faye laughed. "That's a good two hours' drive."

Oh, great, I thought. Maybe Austin would have had something exciting to do, but being stuck in the middle of nowhere for a month was going to be even more of a pain in the butt than I'd expected. I didn't look forward to two hours of driving under the blistering sun with dust blowing in my face, either.

The journey west was monotonous. The two-lane state highway climbed and dropped over endless rolling limestone ridges, cutting through pale rock walls and thick brush of dark cedars and gnarled oaks. Barbed-wire fences stretched for miles and miles along sprawling cattle ranches with limestone archway gates and the occasional distant homestead. As we drove on, the landscape became more remote, the vegetation thicker and denser, the terrain more rugged, and the towns we passed smaller and farther between. Now we really were in the country.

Finally, we slowed down in a place that didn't even deserve to be called a town. The main street consisted of a handful of weathered structures with rusty metal roofs and peeling paint. At the crossroads stood a sorry-looking cafe, a general store, and a few other run-down buildings that had once served for commerce, but now they looked like they were slowly surrendering to the elements.

The house across the road from the cafe was even worse. The front yard was overgrown with weeds, and the wooden porch had collapsed in places, leaving a pile of splintered lumber lying in the high grass. Paint that was once white was stripped down to bare gray wood. One door hung open into a dark room full of junk nobody bothered to clear out. A satellite dish still bolted to the wall was the only sign of modernity, but that, too, looked like no one had touched it for thirty years. Behind it, a white church with a modest steeple stood nearly alone in a bare dirt lot, more upkept than anything around it but still surrounded by empty, barren ground.

This has to be the black hole in the middle of nowhere, I thought, hoping beyond hope that we were just passing through, but Uncle Jonah turned from the highway into a side street and then again onto a dirt road lined with dense low bushes and scattered trees behind wire fences, and followed it for a couple of minutes to a dead end in front of a small wooden house. There wasn't even a proper driveway. He just parked beneath a tree along the road.

"Right, y'all, we're here," Aunt Faye said cheerfully. "Get yourself out of the car, stretch your legs. You must be hungry. I have dinner in the fridge. I'll warm it up. Then we'll get you settled."

The house wasn't much to look at. Shabby, with worn siding and crooked gutters. But the porch looked solid. Someone had swept the dirt and cleaned the windows. You could tell the people who lived there actually gave a shit and weren't letting it fall apart, which was more than could be said for some of the wreckage we'd passed coming in. Still, it was a far cry from the nice, two-story suburban house that we left back in New Jersey.

The wide porch spanned the entire front and was shaded by an overhang supported by simple wooden posts. The front door opened straight into the living room, and the first thing that hit me was that Aunt Faye had not been joking when she said they did not have a lot of space. The living room with worn linoleum floor and dated but functional furniture extended into an eat-in kitchen area. From there, a short hallway led to what I assumed were a bathroom and two bedrooms. That was it. It was good enough for an old couple, I guess, but I had no idea how three extra people were supposed to fit.

"Aunt Faye, how are we going to sleep here? It's so cramped for five people," I asked.

"Ah, don't you worry about that, sugar," Aunt Faye said. "We'll figure something out. And it's six people, actually. Did I mention Jaden?" She knocked on one of the bedroom doors. "Jaden, hon, your cousins are here. Come say hi. And put something on, will you?"

A minute later, a young man walked in from the hallway. He was a few years older than Mark, and for a moment I didn't quite process what I was looking at. Not only was he tall, with a broad, muscular back, but that strong jaw and piercing blue eyes made me weak in the knees. On top of all that, he came out wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. By the time I caught up to myself, I'd already been staring too long. Next to me, Amy made a small noise, something between a titter and a gasp.

"Jaden, these are your cousins, Amy, Nikki, and Mark," Aunt Faye said.

"Hey, guys," he said, waving.

"Hi," I said, shyly, and I felt my face turn red.

"Hi, Jaden!" Amy beamed, and her easygoing manner grated on me. Gosh! I was being jealous of my precocious little sister.

"Jaden is starting his third year at UT," Aunt Faye said, pulling a casserole from the fridge and popping it into the microwave. "He's home for the summer. So yeah, it's gonna be a little cramped, but we can make it work, right? We're a family."

"You play football?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I'm a walk-on," Jaden said.

"Sweet," Mark said.

"Anyway," Aunt Faye continued. "The house is small, but we spend most of our time outside. Texas summers are brutal, so you're gonna wanna cool off. At least you won't need a lot of clothes."

"Is there a swimming pool?" Amy asked, hopefully.

"Oh, no. Nothing that fancy," Aunt Faye laughed. "There's a swimming hole on a creek nearby. And we have a communal bath here in town. You'll get to see both."

Uncle Jonah came in from the backyard, letting the screen door slam behind him. His shirt was gone now. Like Jaden, he was bare-chested, wearing only his jeans and the hat. Standing side by side with his grandson, he was heavier, wrinkled, and his hair was gray, but I could see the family resemblance.

I suddenly felt a flush up my neck and an urge to fidget, and I tried to suppress it. My hands went to the hem of my top and pulled on it before I even knew what I was doing. When I realized I was stretching out my shirt, making my pointy little tits poke out, I quickly moved my hands away and slouched my shoulders. It was bad enough that I was having these feelings without turning into a billboard about it right here in front of my aunt, uncle, and brother. And Jaden.

"Uh, Aunt Faye. Do you need any help with dinner?"

"No, hon. Sit back, it'll be ready in a minute."

I sat down and glanced at Amy, and she grinned and winked. That made me feel worse, not better. My gaze shifted to Uncle Jonah standing nearby. His hand dipped below the waistline of his jeans, scratching his underbelly so openly that I could hear the rustle. He caught me looking before I could avert my eyes, and his hand withdrew from his pants. He didn't seem bothered at all.

I didn't have time to think about that. The next thing I knew, Aunt Faye was putting a steaming bowl of chicken casserole on the table, and everyone sat down.

"Thank you for having us, Aunt Faye. Dinner smells amazing," I said, trying to focus on something other than the half-naked men.

"Thank you, sugar," Aunt Faye said. "Now, let's dig in."

The food was good, and there was a lot of it. After the initial awkwardness, the conversation gradually picked up. Uncle Jonah continued being taciturn, but Aunt Faye more than made up for his lack of words, and Jaden was funny and easygoing. Even Mark, who had been an unbearable pain since we left home, behaved himself and didn't say anything crass.

After dinner, Uncle Jonah grabbed a couple of cold cans of beer from the fridge and went out onto the porch with Jaden and Mark for some male bonding while Amy and I helped Aunt Faye with the dishes.

"So, you excited for your first summer here in Texas?" Aunt Faye asked, handing Amy a wet plate.

"Yeah," Amy said with that bubbly enthusiasm of hers. "Can we go swimming tomorrow?"

"We sure can," Aunt Faye replied. "You'll have fun. What about you, Nikki? It's quite a change from Jersey, I'd imagine."

"I guess," I said. That was a hell of an understatement. All of our bags were still in the truck, and I once again began to worry about the sleeping arrangement. I wanted to go home, back to my own bed and my safe, familiar world.

"Do you guys have wifi, Aunt Faye? There's no cell signal," I asked.

"No internet out here, sugar. You're gonna have to survive without your face glued to the screen for once. We can watch some TV after this if you want." She finished washing the last pot and dried her hands on a towel. "Okay, y'all. I'm sure this will require some adjusting from your side. You'll find we do life different from what y'all were used to back home, but y'all will adapt."

I should have picked up on how ominous that sounded, but it didn't register at the time. Aunt Faye sat on the couch and turned the TV on. Amy plopped down next to her, and cuddled against her side as if she had known her forever. I'd always envied how Amy could be so open with people. She didn't have a shy bone in her body, and it drove me crazy. I sat down and tried to watch the show, but I kept getting distracted. Through the front window, I caught the guys on the porch in the corner of my eye. All three were shirtless now, talking in low tones, and Mark was already fitting in. Beside Uncle Jonah and Jaden, he looked lanky, with the gangly look of a teenager still growing into his body. Even from a distance, the masculinity they radiated all together was impossible to ignore.

The front door flew open and Mark bounded in. He shot me a toothy grin on his way to the kitchen and grabbed three more beers from the fridge.

"Uhh, is it okay for Mark to have beer, Aunt Faye? He's only sixteen," I said. The glare Mark shot me could've scorched a hole in the wall.

"Oh, let the boy be, Nikki," Aunt Faye said. "Boys need to be able to handle themselves. The rules are different around here. It's not your place to play cop." Mark went back outside, and laughter erupted from the porch. I knew it probably had nothing to do with me. Didn't matter. My cheeks burned, and I felt small and stupid.

"Well, kiddies, y'all should be getting to bed," Aunt Faye said when the show finished. "You've all had a grueling day of travel. You'll feel better after a bath.

"Sure, I could take a shower. I'll go first," I offered, eager to be by myself for a while."

"Oh, hon, there's no shower in the bathroom," she said. "It's just a tub."

"A bathtub's fine. Can we get our case from the truck?"

"No need for that, sugar. Come on, y'all, let me show you to the bathroom."

She guided both Amy and me into the bathroom. The tub was one of those old claw-footed ones, but that wasn't the issue. The issue was the shocking absence of privacy. There was a large two-pane window flush with the tub, opening into the backyard. The nearest neighbor's house was at least two hundred yards away, shining through the trees, but it still felt too close.

"Where's the curtain for the window?" I asked, my mind already scrambling.

"What for?" Aunt Faye looked genuinely puzzled. "Nobody's out there. And even if they were, so what? We've all got bodies."

My stomach flipped. "But you can see right in here."

"So?" she said, standing in the open door. "Nikki, honey, you're gonna have to leave some of that city anxiety at the door. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Clothes off, both of y'all."

"Uh, surely I can bathe by myself," I protested.

"Nonsense, I'll bathe you girlies. That's the least I can do."

I stared at her. Was she for real? Mom used to bathe me and Amy when we were little, but that was a long time ago. I was a teenager now, starting high school after the summer, and getting a bath from a great aunt I'd just met was unthinkable. Amy, being Amy, had no such qualms. She giggled and pulled her top over her head and shimmied out of her shorts and panties. She was naked within seconds.

I hadn't seen my sister naked in a while. Her boobs were tiny and her pubes barely more than a hint of blonde peach fuzz above her slit. Still, she was farther along than I had been two years ago, and quickly catching up to me.

"What are you waiting for, silly?" Amy asked, and I wanted to slap her.

I looked at Aunt Faye. Her gaze was unmoving. "Aah, here we go," she said, sighing. "Freddie warned me you'd be troublesome. I'm gonna say this in the nicest way possible." She stepped closer to me, arms crossed. "When your dad asked if y'all could stay here, I didn't think it was a good idea. We only agreed on the condition that y'all are gonna get used to the way we do things around here. So stop being fussy and get naked before I have to bend you over and spank you, sugar."

I couldn't believe my ears. She was serious. The threat of Aunt Faye spanking me, on top of all the other injustices, was mortifying. That did it. My hands trembled as I fumbled with my shirt, then my shorts. I stood before Aunt Faye's sweltering gaze in nothing but my underwear, but I knew I had to keep going. My bra was next. I held the padded cups against my chest for a second before letting them drop, my nipples tightening from the humiliation. Finally, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pushed them down my legs, stepping out of them. My little triangle of fine pubic hair was right there for everyone to see. I covered my breasts with one arm and my crotch with the other, trying to make myself smaller.

"There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Aunt Faye said. "Turn around, sugar. Hands to your sides. Let me see you." I wanted to die. I dropped my hands and turned slowly, all the way around. Aunt Faye watched, and I felt a blush creeping up my chest and neck and into my cheeks.

"You're a pretty girl, hon. Your boobs are just fine as they are. You don't need all that silly padding," she said and poked with her foot at my bra lying on the floor. "No worries. A month here with us will teach you to be comfortable in your body." She turned on the faucet, and the water started to fill the tub. "Now get in, y'all."

Amy hopped in without hesitation. I followed, climbing in as carefully as I could, trying not to slip. The water was hot, and it burned as it rose up to my ankles.

"This will have to go, though." Aunt Faye reached over and tugged at the little patches of hair between our legs. "Girls shouldn't have hair below the eyebrows." To prove her point she unclasped her own dress and let it drop to the floor, revealing that Mark had been correct about her not wearing any underwear. She had a surprisingly tight figure for a sixty-year-old lady, and her armpits, legs, and crotch were shaven bare.

Seeing Aunt Faye naked like that made my stomach lurch. Not because she was unattractive—she was, in fact, in remarkable shape—but because of the brazen way she showed her body, as if being naked in front of her two young nieces was the most natural thing in the world. Having to shave my pubes would be hardly the worst part of this whole ordeal. I had seen my classmates in the shower after P.E., and some of them were completely bare down there. I had considered it, but I didn't have the courage to do it. Still, the idea of Aunt Faye's razor on my most intimate places made my skin crawl. That was a line I wasn't ready to cross.

"Turn around and put your hands on the rim, both of y'all," Aunt Faye said. I glanced at Amy. She complied without thinking, her bare butt pointed right at Aunt Faye. I did the same, afraid of earning myself a spanking if I failed to obey, but shaking in spite of the hot water that was now up to my knees. The way I was positioned, my entire front was on display through the window, with my small cone-shaped breasts poking out. I was terrified someone was watching from the house across the field. Even worse, Uncle Jonah and the boys could walk around the house to the back at any moment.

Aunt Faye took a bar of soap, and then began washing Amy from head to toe with a washcloth. She was thorough, paying special attention to Amy's armpits, and my sister giggled and squirmed. I knew she was ticklish, but not this ticklish. She was enjoying herself, treating it like a game.

I watched Amy laugh and squeal as the washcloth traced circles over her stomach and down her legs, and a bitter wave of envy washed over me. Why couldn't I be like that? So easy and carefree, as if being naked and touched by a stranger was an adventure, not an act of violation. Amy was a creature of pure, unthinking acceptance, and in this place, that gave her an advantage. I felt trapped in my own skin. Watching Aunt Faye's soapy hands move over Amy's body made heat pool in my abdomen. It was a thrumming ache that spread through my limbs, and God help me, it felt good.

I stood beside my little sister, my knuckles turning white where they gripped the cool, slick enamel of the tub rim. The window yawned before me, a black mirror reflecting the dim bathroom light, and in it, my own frozen image stared back. I was a ghost in the glass, helpless. It was now almost dark outside, and the bathroom window shone into the dusk like a stage, showing off my shame to any who might be looking.

Then, it was my turn. I flinched when the washcloth touched my skin. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, but I forced myself to hold still while Aunt Faye began to scrub my back. Her touch was business-like, but they were still a stranger's hands on my naked skin. She worked her way down my body, paying special attention to my armpits, just as she had with Amy. Okay, so I was ticklish, too. I yelped and shuddered. Her hands moved over my shoulder blades, down the curve of my spine, and across my bottom. I had never been touched like this except by my mom when I was a child.

When Aunt Faye's soapy hands moved from my back to my stomach, I couldn't stop the gasp. She paid it no mind, simply humming a little tune as her palms slicked over my skin, circling my belly button. Then she brushed along the underside of my breasts, cupping them for a brief moment.

My own breath hitched in my throat, and I held it as her hands moved lower. I could feel my heart thumping. She washed my legs one at a time, her hands moving up my inner thighs, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. I could feel the roughness of the washcloth on my pubic mound, but at least she didn't linger there. What a relief!

"It's not so bad, hmm? Just relax, sugar. There's nothing to be afraid of," Aunt Faye said. "We're all family here."

I opened my eyes and looked over at Amy. She had twisted, her head turned to watch, her blue eyes wide with a childlike curiosity that was both innocent and unnerving. I could see her reflection in the window, too, the gentle shape of her body looking like a porcelain doll next to my lanky frame. I wondered what she was thinking. Did she know how ashamed I was? Did she even care? Then I noticed that her own small nipples were standing out in little pink points, just like mine. That made me feel even more exposed and confused.

Aunt Faye dropped the washcloth and straightened up. She leaned into the hallway through the door that had been left open the entire time and called out, "Come in, boys. They're ready for you."

My whole body went rigid. What? Oh, no. Oh, God, no! A moment later, three figures poured into the bathroom, which now felt suddenly crowded. My hands flew to cover my chest and crotch again in a futile gesture of modesty that wasn't going to last. Mark was grinning like a fool, but Uncle Jonah and Jaden looked unfazed. They didn't leer. They just looked like it was their right, and I could feel their gaze on me burn like a brand.

And then there was Amy. My little sister didn't even flinch. Of course she didn't. She turned to face the men, her mouth open in a gasp of what might have been surprise at first, but it gradually melted into a wide-eyed grin. She made no move to cover herself. She stood up straight, her small chest puffed out slightly. She seemed to be drinking in the attention, her eyes drifting from Mark's snickering face to Jaden's steady gaze, to Uncle Jonah's casual, appraising look.

"What?" I said, my mind a frantic scramble for a way out. "You're joking. They can't see us like this."

"Of course they can, sugar," Aunt Faye said. "They're men. And you two girls look lovely. It's a gift to them to be able to see you."

My stomach twisted. "But..." I couldn't finish. I didn't know what to say to that.

"Now, hands to your sides. Let them see all of you," Aunt Faye said in a kind but firm voice.

My arms didn't listen. They were welded in place. My face was on fire, and I was sure my whole body was glowing with embarrassment.

Aunt Faye sighed. "Nikki. You can either move your hands, or Jonah can move them for you. I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

I looked at Uncle Jonah, who stood leaning against the doorframe with a slight smile on his face. The thought of him touching me, of his rough, calloused hands prying my arms away from my body, was so horrifying that I had no choice. Slowly, like my joints were rusted solid, I lowered my arms until they hung limp at my sides.

"That's the way. Nobody needs modesty here," Aunt Faye said. "Let's get y'all scrubbed nice and clean before bed."

To my horror, Uncle Jonah wasted no time. He didn't say anything, but he stepped forward, grabbing a bar of soap and lathering up his hands. He didn't bother with a washcloth, and reached straight for my breasts and started to soap them up with his bare hands. I had been mortified at the thought of him touching my arms, but now, here I was, with this old man groping my tits as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I wanted to scream, but nothing but a strangled gasp escaped my lips. My knees shook and I felt lightheaded. My entire world shrank to the feeling of Uncle Jonah's rough hands completely covering my small cones. He squeezed and massaged them, and I could feel my nipples, which were already tight with shame, harden into into stiff, aching nubs under his touch.

What made it worse was that a part of me, a part I didn't recognize and despised with every fiber of my being, was starting to respond. A warm, liquid heat spread through my pelvis, and my clit started to throb. This is wrong, I thought. This is so wrong. But my body was betraying me. I could feel the muscles in my thighs clench, and a tingling sensation started at the base of my spine.

I could hear the splashing of water next to me, and I risked a look. Jaden was now sitting on the tub rim, and Amy sat on his thigh, leaning against his chest. Her head was tilted up with a look of confused overwhelm as he mauled her small chest with the same casual entitlement as his grandpa was doing to me. He was murmuring something to her, and I saw her nod, her lips parted slightly. She didn't protest, didn't even squirm. She just sat there, pliant and accepting as always.

Mark was leaning against the sink, watching the whole scene with a flabbergasted grin. "Wow," he muttered. "You guys are way cooler than I thought. Can I have a turn, Aunt Faye?"

"Quiet, Mark. Let the men work," she said. "You'll have plenty of other opportunities this summer. For now, just watch and learn."

Uncle Jonah moved on, soaping my stomach, his hands sliding lower until he was washing my pubic mound. His fingers brushed against my clit, and I jumped. This was too much. I felt heat spread through my lower belly, and I knew I was getting wet from the inside. I was ashamed, I was humiliated, and I was aroused. The conflicting emotions were a confusing, tangled mess in my head, and I didn't know how to process any of it.

He slipped a finger between my labia, and I gasped. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. My hips moved of their own accord, pushing against his hand. I was horrified at my own reaction, but I couldn't stop it. My legs were trembling, and I was afraid they would give out from under me. I needed to steady myself, and I reached out and leaned onto Uncle Jonah's bare chest for support.

"Damn, Nik. Looks like someone is enjoying this," Mark said, and I wanted to kill him in that moment.

Uncle Jonah ignored him. He continued to rub soap between my folds, his fingers digging deeper and moving with purpose that sent shivers through my entire body. I could feel my climax building, heat pulsing in my belly, and I knew I was gonna cum if he kept going.

Then, he stopped. His hands left my body, and I felt a sudden void. I looked up in confusion. Was he mad at me? He looked into my eyes with a blank expression, and for the life of me, I couldn't read him. I could only feel the blush on my cheeks deepen. I glanced across at Amy and Jaden, and my jaw dropped. She lay slack on Jaden's chest, her eyes shut, her whole body gone soft against him. Jaden's hand anchored her waist while the other rested between her thighs, his fingers still moving inside her while his thumb stroked her clit. Amy breathed in uneven hitches, her body still trembling with small aftershocks. She'd had an orgasm.

My mind refused to make sense of it. My twelve-year-old sister was being masturbated by my handsome cousin in a bathtub in front of my aunt, uncle, and brother, and the little slut was loving it. I realized that I was still holding on to Uncle Jonah, my hand splayed on the firm, hairy muscle of his chest, and I pulled the hand back as if I got burned on a stove.

Amy stirred and opened her eyes. She looked dazed and blissed out, and something ugly twisted in my chest. I felt a flash of bitter jealousy before I could stop it. I was so confused. I didn't know what I was feeling. I just knew that I was still frustratingly turned on, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"There's still one place that needs cleaning, sugar," Aunt Faye said, breaking the spell. "Turn around. Hands on the rim."

I obeyed before my mind could fully process what was being asked of me. I could feel Uncle Jonah's hands on my hips, and I froze. He began spreading soap suds all over my butt. Yes, he was bathing me, but he took his sweet time about it, kneading my cheeks with a rough intensity that left me breathless. Then he pulled them apart, exposing me completely to the room, and it made my face burn with fresh embarrassment.

Mark snickered behind me. "Whoa, Nik. I never thought I'd see your butthole."

I cringed. I was so close to losing it. "Oh, God," I moaned, seeing my reflection in the dark window, with Uncle Jonah and Mark in the background. Here I was, bent and helpless, presented on a lighted stage for the imagined audience of the entire neighborhood to watch my humiliation. I wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.

Uncle Jonah reached for the soap and worked a lather between my cheeks. I could feel the roughness of his fingers sliding along the crack, and held my breath against what was coming. Then he pushed a soapy finger against my puckered asshole. I jumped up and began to turn, but a hard spank of Uncle Jonah's wet hand on my butt convinced me to get back in position. The slap cracked in the small bathroom and left a stinging warmth that spread to my core.

A strangled noise escaped my throat as my sphincter yielded and then clenched around the intrusion. It was a new and shocking sensation, not exactly painful, but invasive and utterly embarrassing. Uncle Jonah worked the finger in, wiggling it around, and the utter depravity of the situation made me feel like I was going to pass out. He slid in and out, the soap making the movement slick, and I had to grip the tub rim to stop my knees from buckling.

"Wow," Mark's voice cut through.

My body was responding in ways I didn't understand. I was being violated, but my clit was pulsing again, and I had to fight a pulling to reach down and touch myself. But I didn't dare.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it was over. His finger withdrew. He patted my butt and let go. I stayed where I was, bent over and shivering. I could not bring myself to turn around, but I didn't have to. I could see them all in the window's reflection. Mark's leering face, and Amy's half-lidded, curious eyes. Jaden's easy smile and Uncle Jonah's stoic expression as he washed the soap from his hands. And I could see myself, a lanky, trembling shape, humiliated in a way I'd never known.

"Alright, turn around now, sugar. Hands at your sides," Aunt Faye's calm, authoritative voice cut through my haze of shame and confusion. "It's time to get rid of that hair."

I'd somehow pushed aside her declaration from earlier, that hair below the eyebrows was unacceptable. Now, with my body still humming from Uncle Jonah's invasive attentions, the prospect of him, or anyone, putting a razor to the most private part of me sent pure panic through my system.

"But... " I stammered. "Aunt Faye, please... "

Her gaze was merciless. "Nikki, honey. Don't make a scene. We've already had enough of that. Sit down, y'all, spread your legs and let the boys do their job."

There was no arguing. I sat on the edge of the tub, the hard steel cold against my butt, and reluctantly parted my legs. I looked at Amy, who sat opposite me, her legs already open wide with a placid expression. She looked like she was waiting for an ice cream cone, not a razor. Her complete and utter surrender to this bizarre world was maddening.

They started with our armpits. Uncle Jonah stood beside me, and I flinched when he squirted a dollop of cold foam against my bare underarm. His other hand rested on the back of my neck like he owned me. The razor scraped against my skin, and I held my breath. Shaving my armpits was nothing new to me, but it was different with a man doing it. He did mine while Jaden did Amy, and she gazed up at him with a look of pure adoration. They looked so comfortable together, it made me sick.

Then Uncle Jonah knelt down, and I had to hold back the urge to slam my knees shut. He spread foam over the sparse, fine hair of my crotch, his fingers overstaying their welcome and pressing a little too firmly against my pussy. I could feel my clit pulse again.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the razor scraped across my mound and down the sensitive lips, removing the last vestiges of my modesty. I could feel the gentle pinching and tugging when he took my labia between his thumb and finger, smoothing the skin so he could shave me without cutting me. He was caring, but it was an intimacy so profound it made me want to scream. I couldn't. I could only sit there, shaking, and wait for it to be over. Finally, he wiped me down with a warm washcloth, and my skin tingled where it touched. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. I was completely bare and exposed. The sight was so alien.

Glancing over at Amy, I saw that Jaden had finished, too. Her hair had been so fine that it barely made a difference, but now her mound was as smooth and bare as mine. Jaden had his arm around her, stroking her freshly shaved pussy like he was admiring his handiwork. Amy leaned against him, head on his shoulder, smiling that contented smile. I hated watching it. She fit here. And I was too uptight, too afraid, and too fucking stubborn to let myself feel what she was feeling.

"There now, y'all," Aunt Faye said, looking at us with a satisfied smile. "Isn't that much better? You're both lovely. It's a shame to hide all that beauty." She patted our heads and dried both of us off with the same fluffy towel. "Now, brush your teeth and we'll go to bed."

I looked around for my shorts and top, but they were gone. In the time we were in the tub, Aunt Faye must have taken them and put them in the laundry.

"What about our clothes?" I dared to ask. "We have pajamas and everything in our suitcase. It is still outside in the truck."

"Pajamas? What would you need pajamas for? The nights are warm. We all sleep naked during the summer," Aunt Faye said.

I stared at her. Really? I was going to walk out of this bathroom completely naked? I looked at Amy, and she was already brushing her teeth at the sink, her bare butt on full display. She didn't seem to care at all. Of course she didn't.

"And..." I gathered courage and forced myself to ask the one question that had been bothering me since we'd arrived. "Where are we going to sleep?"

Aunt Faye beamed like she'd been waiting for me to ask that. "Well, we only have two bedrooms, sugar. Mark can sleep on the couch in the living room. It's not that bad once you get used to it. Amy can stay with Jaden. I'm sure he won't mind. And you, hon, you gotta share with Jonah and me. The bed is plenty big enough. You're a skinny little thing. We'll barely notice you're there."

I must have looked like a fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. Sleep in the same bed with my great aunt and uncle? All of us naked? All night, with Uncle Jonah's hands... my breath hitched. He would touch me again. I knew he would. And what would I do? What could I do?

[Melissaj15]

Very good start to a very arousing story.

[geo1234]

Great story. Please continue.