FBI - Female Body inspector

[EddieDavidson]

This story is not illustrated, and in rough draft format.

It's based on the idea that in Bucksnort Tennessee and places like it - women folk have a specific gender role that's expected, subservient to the man and that's how it is for them.

[EddieDavidson]

“You girls, come and get sunscreen on before your cute little butts turn pink,” one of the women from the picnic table yelled sternly. I assumed it was their mother.

My stomach tightened into a hard knot, and I pressed myself closer against the fence, peering cautiously between two weathered slats. My pulse hammered in my ears as I held my breath, praying nobody noticed me lurking behind the fence like some creep.

The house next door had been empty for months until the new family moved in. They were from
Alabama, Georgia, or someplace, judging from their accents. Another clue was that the family also drove big trucks, and country music was playing on their stereo in the backyard while they frolicked and had fun in the backyard.

There were two mature, busty women in bikinis at an old picnic table preparing lunch, and the other one added, “That lotion will keep the skeeters off your sweaty little asses,” holding up a bottle of lotion as if she were brandishing evidence. Her accent dripped slow and sweet, with a slight rasp – her voice reminded me of pure honey – just like the color of her hair.

The girls laughed and pretended not to hear, bodies glistening as their brother doused the two blondes with another blast of water from the hose. I was fascinated with the two of them – even though I assumed I didn’t have a chance with either of them. I’ve always been terribly shy around girls.

I couldn’t stop watching the scene – they were having fun, laughing, chatting, eating, carefree, and of the two pretty girls frolicking, one of them was completely topless.

The older girl stood tall, shoulders broad like a volleyball player, her plain features flushed pink from the sun. Her soaked blonde hair fell heavy against the curve of her neck as she spun into a cartwheel, smooth stomach stretching tight, her belly button a stark little shadow against the pale skin. She landed, fists raised in playful triumph, then ducked away, giggling as her brother sprayed another icy jet her way while she laughed.

They called her “Chubbs,” but she wasn’t fat. She had a little bit of a pooched belly, but it was so cute. I loved her dimples and her effortless laugh.

She wore a little purple bikini. It wasn’t a thong or very revealing, but it showed enough skin that I was excited to watch her play in the yard.

Her younger sister was lithe, petite, and cherubic, with freckles scattered lightly across a button nose. Her long, damp hair whipped in golden ribbons as she launched herself into a graceful series of flips across the slippery black garbage bags they used to create make-shift slides on the lawn.

The girls engaged in playful competition, showing off to the women and their brother. “Look at me! Look at what I can do, Jessie!” she said as she leaned forward, kicked her legs over her head, and landed on the grass.

Water droplets sparkled on her flat tummy, sliding down her hips to darken the edge of her bikini bottoms. She bounced upright again, flushed and breathless, then squealed as her brother aimed a playful burst at her bare chest.

That’s right – she was topless, and that’s what had held my attention most of all. Her boobs were small but perky – perfectly symmetrical like half tangerines placed on her chest. Her light pink nipples were puffy. I’d never seen anything like it in any of the porn I’d seen, and I’d never actually seen bare breasts until that fateful Saturday.

I couldn’t help myself – I was stuck in place, hunkered down like a depraved peeping Tom. I wasn’t just afraid of being caught observing their fun by my neighbors. I was worried my mom and sister might catch me out in the backyard. I rarely went outside, and they were still home.

I swallowed hard, feeling heat creep up my neck. My fingers ached from gripping the fence too tightly, the splintered wood biting into my knuckles. Each giggle and shout from their yard set my nerves jumping—I was certain any second now, one of them would glance my way and spot me. I’d never seen neighbors like this before: loud, carefree, unapologetic. They were like a breath of wild southern air, blowing in chaos and excitement, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it or if I'd survive getting caught spying from the shadows.

“Holly, Amanda, get your asses over there and lotion up before I stick this hose up your butts and turn you into a lawn fountain,” their brother sneered. It was apparent he was joking, but the girls took him seriously even though they had ignored their mother.

“Thank you, Jessie, you are a dear,” one of the women said before instructing the girls to make sure that they lotion their brother up after they finished applying some to themselves.

The girls didn’t protest or complain. I was certain my older sister Vickie would have told me to put on lotion myself and acted like she’d catch a bad case of the cooties if she were expected to touch me.

Jessie was obviously a little younger than me, standing there in nothing but a pair of shorts, a blue shirt with the letters F.B.I emblazoned on it, and bare feet. His blonde hair was cut short in a crew cut, and he had the same dimples and freckles across his nose that his sisters did.

He was tall for his age and had biceps and washboard abs like he must work out. He wasn’t bulky like a weightlifter, but I would definitely have avoided picking a fight with him. Jessie was naturally handsome and exuded a “good old boy” kind of charm when he spoke.

He wasn’t mean-spirited, but he periodically sprayed his sisters right in the face or on their bottoms while they tried to apply lotion to each other.

I wanted him to stop because seeing the girls methodically squirt white cream in their hands, rub it together, and then apply it to each other’s legs, chest, and back was turning me on in ways I hadn’t considered.

It was obviously platonic and not sensual, but there was something naughty and taboo about watching the two of them simply accept the water spray and rub each other.

“Jessie, would you quit, please?” the older girl said.

“Whaaatt?” Jessie jokingly crimped the hose to build up water pressure and blasted his older sister in the face while pretending not to hear her.

“Aiiiieee,” she shrieked and cussed a little, shaking her head, as she continued to rub her sister’s body – hands getting closer to her little sister’s peach-shaped tits.

“Say Pretty please, Holly,” he instructed.

“Pretty please, will you quit it while we put on low-uh-shh….Airereggeeeee,” his older sister was mid-sentence when Jessie repeated the same trick, except this time he put the hose right up to her mouth and sprayed – causing her to spit and stammer.

“Damn it, I said pretty please,” she spat right on the ground – which I thought was odd. I’d never seen a girl spit on the grass before.

“Okay, okay,” Jessie put the hose behind his back and smiled sweetly, lulling the girls into a false sense of security. They began to chatter and joke, and just as his sister thought she was safe – he zapped her again, this time right between the butt cheeks.

That’s when the younger girl saw me. She screamed, and Jessie hosed her down, warning her that he wasn’t even talking about her.

She ignored the garden hose and pointed right at where I was behind the fence in my yard. I froze in terror – I had been made. There was no place to run.

“What the fuck?” one of the girls screeched – her surprised cry ran down my spine like chalk on a chalkboard.

The girl’s screams of terror ran through me to my core. I shivered and squirmed, panic-stricken - I wanted to shrink down to the size of a mouth, but all I could do was freeze.

Suddenly, the thought of their mother going over to my house and telling my parents that I was a creepy peeping Tom for watching them in the backyard ran through my mind.

Even though I knew I might get caught girl-watching, it wasn’t until I heard their cries of disgust and terror that it fully dawned on me that I’d never live this down with my parents.

That’s why it shocked me even more that the two women at the picnic table didn’t seem fussed at all when I was discovered. They looked mildly amused while the teenage girls screamed like they were on the deepest plunge of the world’s scariest roller coaster.

“Why are you hollering like a cat that had her pussy tail yanked off, Holly? You ain’t got nothing that boy hasn’t seen before and won’t see again,” the first woman chastised the girls.

“He’s been here for an hour at least; I am surprised you didn’t see him behind that bush,” the second woman laughed at the girls - as if she thought they were simply overreacting.

Meanwhile, Holly crooked her arm over her smallish boobs to hide them and roared defiantly. Even her yell sounded southern to my ear. Her sister wailed as well - both staring into my soul while I remained frozen with shame.

“Ya ain't sprouted much more boobies than Jessie has,” the first woman added before telling her to put her arm down and stop screaming her fool head off. “You gonna get us in trouble with the neighbors.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jessie stood over me. I hadn’t noticed him boldly dashing up to where I was because my eyes were fixed on his sisters. He regarded me as if I was his long-lost brother, just returned from the war or a new friend he had just made.

I noticed in the blue shirt that the word actually read ‘FEMALE BODY INSPECTOR.” The first three letters of each word were much larger and in the FBI font.

If I wore something that was blatantly sexually suggestive, my parents would have a problem with it, and my older sister would have teased and laughed at me. I assumed that Jessie only got away with it because it was an old hand-me-down shirt, and his parents may not know that it implied he inspected girls’ bodies.

“Uh…”

“You ain't got to hide; come on out of the bushes; my name is Jessie,’ he offered me his hand - hauling me up and over to his yard without any concern for why I was peeping on him and his sisters. I nearly cut my knee when he dragged me up. I hadn’t expected the young guy to have that much upper-body strength.

He smiled good-naturedly and asked me if I was alright and what my name was.

‘I am Gary, sorry about that. I live next door.”

“Yeah, we figured that much. You look like a city boy, I bet you like reading books and vidya games?”

Jessie asked the question like he thought very little about either of the activities. I shrugged and didn’t deny it.

“I ain't got but a Super Nintendo, but you are welcome anytime if you want to come over and play with it,” his southern charm was so genuine and honest that I was stunned into silence.

“This here is my mom,” he pointed out the first woman.

“You can call me June or Bug. Everybody just calls me Bug,” she giggled and waved.

‘That’s my Aunt Donna, but most people call her Cricket,' Jessie introduced the woman sitting next to her. The two older women could quite easily be twins.

‘Howdy! Come on over and set down at the table, have a hot dog if you want,’ Donna beamed.

The younger girls had calmed down, but Holly continued to protect her tits by holding her arm up over them. They were both mortified and obviously offended by my presence.

“The two little bitches over there are my sisters, the tall fat one we call Chubbs.”

“My name is Amanda May,” Amanda clarified. She was hardly fat by my standards, but she was thick and full-figured for sure. If anything, she was physically intimidating - about my age but taller than me. She glared at me defiantly.

“You can call her Chubbs or Tubbs or whatever,” Jessie shrugged, and Amanda’s bravado faded. “The little squirt is my sister Holly, she ain't really got no nickname,” he observed as if he was just realizing that for the first time. “Take your danged old hand down, you ain't holding nothing special that it needs to be hid - just two bee stings.”

At closer examination, Holly was cute, with an upturned nose and pretty blue eyes. Those tits were spectacular up close - and so symmetrical. They looked perfect, even though they were basically the size of half of a peach.

She brought her hand down reluctantly, and her anger faded into apprehension.

“You skinny dipped back home in the local pond, and we couldn't keep clothes on your skinny little ass, why are you so worried about this boy thinks?” Donna asked her niece.

“We aren’t in Bucksnort, Cricket. This is the big city, and I don’t want a reputation as the nudist girl here.”

She blushed, clearly humiliated, as she stood there with her hands at her side. I was too frightened to take a good look even though it was offered to me.

I thought at first that she was kidding about the name Bucksnort. It sounded like a parody of someplace out in the middle of the country, but I would come to find out that was really the name of the town they were from in Tennessee.

“He’s been watching you two twirl and dip and splash around in the yard for a while now. I assumed you knew it and were showing off for him,” their mother observed.

“I knew he was there,” the older one lied. It was apparent she was just trying to save face.

‘You wouldn't know shit if Daddy took one between your ears and flushed it down your throat, Amanda,” Jessie said coarsely.

It was so vulgar, and the words were harsh, but his southern accent made it sound quaint. She smiled and acknowledged him.

‘Well, make him two hot dogs,” Jessie said to his mother. She dutifully stood up and asked me what I wanted on them. Jessie asked me what I’d like to drink. “We ain't got a lot, but the sweet tea will give you diabetes if you aren’t used to a lot of sugar; we got water, orange soda, and Daddy has some beers.”

‘I am not giving your new friend a beer,” the woman said sternly.

It was hard to tell if she was really in charge. The way that he had instructed his mother to make me hot dogs was so firm and cocky that I would never have dared talk to my own mother that way.

“He’s a guest, and Daddy said that if we get a guest, we treat them like family,” he reminded his mother.

“Um, I can only eat one hot dog,” I interjected politely, thanked her, and said that I’d like mine with onions and mustard.

“Damn, listen to how he talks. He sounds like a radio DJ,” Donna laughed.

“You should eat two - you are a growing boy and need meat on your bones. Don’t you want no ketchup on our Hot Dog?”

She held up a giant-sized bottle of Hunt’s ketchup. I’d never seen any other brand besides Heinz, and I had been taught by my Uncle in New York that ketchup on a hot dog was sacrilege.

I thought better of saying that, so I agreed to the ketchup and two hot dogs.

“You don’t have to be so polite to Cricket; just tell her what you want,” Jessie noticed my polite tone and regarded it as a sign of weakness.

“Yeah, it’s no skin off my fat ass if you want just one dog, Sugar. I was just playing. You are the first neighbor who has talked to us since we moved in.”

Her daughter was still topless, not five feet away, hands at her side, awkwardly gazing at me next to her older sister.

“You aren’t fat,” I said, and then I told Amanda that she wasn’t either.

The girls made an appreciative collective “Woo” sound as if they had been vindicated. I couldn’t understand why they thought my opinion of their bodies mattered all that much.

“Don’t give women big heads, Gary. They’ll strut around like their shit don’t stink, with a big old turd hanging out of their asses and pretending they crapped out a gold nugget,’ he half-joked. Jessie’s southern down-home charm was definitely colored with a misogynistic view of women, and what shocked me the most was that the girls didn’t challenge him at all.

Yet, there was love and family – a playfulness all around. I couldn’t quite get what was happening. It all seemed so alien to how I was raised.

My mom and older sister would have been all over me for daring to suggest women weren’t equal to or better than men.

“He can tell us our asses aren’t fat; I am sitting on mine, so I know what it is, but it is still nice to hear, sweetheart,” June said as she handed me a plate with some Wise Potato Chips and a Hot Dog. “What did you want to drink, Sugar?” she asked.

I politely took the plate and said that I did not want to be any bother. It definitely struck me that it was incredibly odd that they kept treating me like an honored and welcome guest despite the fact that I had been watching them.

“You ain't no bother,” Jessie assured me. “I was hoping to make some friends. It’s been lonely as fuck being the only boy in a house full of women - back home, I had a shit-ton of friends.”

I couldn't believe his mother was fine with his cussing. I said I’d have an orange soda when she wouldn’t take no for an answer. June was on a mission to do something for me, and I felt like I had just given her a purpose when I decided what I wanted to drink. She bounced off to get an ice-cold one from the fridge. Her big, bouncy natural tits and plus-sized ass swayed as she moved quickly into the house. I noticed she had some tattoos on her body that made her seem trashy - but she was super friendly.

“You have men around the house, Jessie,” his older sister reminded him. “Daddy, Uncle Dennis, and Stump.”

“Daddy and Uncle Dennis are always off busting their ass to put a roof over your head or out fishing, and Stump ain’t nobody I’d want to hang out with.”

“Amen to that,” his Aunt agreed with a wink and a twinkle in her eye.

I was fascinated by this family - their interactions were so different than mine. They didn’t argue - not really. They teased each other in playful ways that seemed hurtful on the surface but were clearly intended in a loving manner.

I had never really thought about it because I had been raised somewhere that women had equality, but it was now obvious to me that in this family - the gender roles were clearly defined. It was so surreal to realize that there were people who thought women’s place was in the kitchen that I didn’t believe it at first.

“Can I put my bikini top on now, Jessie?” Holly finally asked after an awkward pause arose when their mother left. June wasn’t particularly gorgeous, but she had charisma and a smile that lit up the room just like her sister, and when she left, it was like a light went with her.

I thought the question was rhetorical, but Holly was actually asking permission.

“Why? You didn’t have it on all morning,” he shrugged.

“He ain't even looking at me, and it’s embarrassing because we just met. Let me put on my bikini top, please?” She asked politely, but in the annoying teenage girl voice of someone who was losing patience.

‘See this shirt? It says Female Bush inspector,” Jessie put his thumb on his shirt. That was incorrect. It actually read “Female Body Inspector,” but no one corrected him. The girls sighed - clearly unsurprised by his words.

“That means to get your bottoms down around your ankles; I want to inspect those hairy squirrel muffs of yours,” he insisted.

I thought the girls would slap his face or protest. Instead, they looked at their Aunt Donna to see what she’d say in their defense.

“I don’t know what y’all are looking at me for. I don’t pay rent, and I don't have a say. You probably are due for another bush check because you've been sweating and carrying on out here all morning.’

Jessie folded his arm expectantly, and his sisters dutifully placed their thumbs in the side of their bikini bottoms and began to roll them down to their ankles, bending as they did.

I couldn’t look directly at their nudity - but I glanced at their hairy brown bushes. It was so taboo and naughty to see pubic hair. I was used to modern porn where girls shaved their pussies, and I didn’t expect to see the thick mass of hair between their legs. I couldn’t see any pussy lips - just curly black hair.

“You are just showing off for your friend,” Amanda said as she stood back up straight.

“Hands behind your back like a good girl,” Jessie instructed, and Amanda and Holly obediently clasped their hands behind them - just above the bone above their butt cheeks.

“Trust me, a hairy hog like yours is nothing special to look at or smell,” Jessie bent over and took a deep whiff of his sister’s pussy - making a sour face as he did. She groaned in annoyed disgust.

“Oh, Bush inspection?” June smiled knowingly as she returned and handed me the ice-cold bottle of Orange Nehi like it was a trophy. “It’s about time, I guess. You girls probably got sweaty twats out here playing around, and I am guessing you got a little turned on when you found out you had an audience.’

If Holly and Amanda thought it was sexy that I was watching, their expressions read the opposite. I was stunned that their mother was so bold about it.

“I am not wet, Mom,” Amanda assured her mother.

“Me either,” Holly insisted with a look of stubborn defiance.

“We’ll see,” Jessie stood inches away from his older sister. He was a little shorter than her. She didn’t seem intimidated, but it surprised me that she let him reach down between her legs with his hand and feel her up.

She rolled her eyes like this was not a big deal, but her cheeks began to turn red with humiliation as he fiddled.

“Okay now, don’t fiddle your sister’s diddles to the point they GET horny, Jess,” his mother warned as she observed the embarrassing spectacle with a bored fascination.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from her pussy. I could just make out two pink lips, like stalactites made of bubble gum, as he jiggled them with his finger before withdrawing and sniffing.

“Okay, you are a little pissy and sweaty, but overall, your bush ain't dripping wet,” Jessie said.

“Thanks. Can I pull up my bottoms now that you've had your fun?” She sneered.

“Would you talk to your Daddy that way, little girl?” Donna chided her niece, and June nodded in agreement with her sister that Amanda was out of line.

“You girls need to get used to the idea that when the other men are out of the house, Jess is supposed to inspect your cunts and keep you out of mischief. It’s not done to be mean - it’s because you can’t control yourselves any more than a rabid, horny toad can,” June added.

Amanda didn’t argue. She remained with her legs slightly apart and looked straight ahead.

Jessie stepped to the side, where his little sister was standing, shoulder-width legs apart in a wider stance. She proudly held her hands clasped behind her back, small, puffy nipples jutting out, chin up, but the tell-tale red face of someone who was clearly mortified.

He pressed up on her clit hood. I saw it clearly underneath her wet bush. It reminded me of a mushroom.

She groaned softly, rolled her pretty blue eyes as if holding back a streak of unwanted pleasure, and bit her lip.

“Sugar, your pussy is so wet, I can smell it over here. No wonder Gary came sniffing around our backyard, like a dog in heat; you have been thinking dirty thoughts – that’s naughty,” her mother chided her – adding that the only time dirty thoughts were permitted were when it was appropriate. “You shouldn’t be getting turned on because of the size of the hot dogs I gave you,” she laughed.

“I ain't momma. I can’t help but get juicy and loosey. Jessie doesn't inspect my pussy like Daddy, he is pressing my button down – that’s why I am wet,” she was blushing so hard, that she reminded me of a raspberry that was about to burst because it was so full of juice.

She clearly wanted to cum, and yet she was embarrassed about it, and I think the more she thought about being watched – the more it made her anxious and turned on. I would have been mortified if I were in her spot with all eyes watching me get my most intimate part stroked in the backyard.

“Check out how stiff my sister's nipples are; They look like two pencil erasers jutting out,” Jessie smirked at me with the same playful expression he had when he blasted his sister with the garden hose. He stuck his fingers up and pointed them straight out to simulate his sister’s nipples, obscenely extending like antennae.

“You can't punish me for getting wet, if you are going play around, it's not fair,” his little sister was an even deeper shade of red, and her left leg began to shake like she was subconsciously running away – even though she remained standing.

Holly had her eyes closed, I assumed it helped her deal with the fact that she knew that even her mother was watching her cream herself and there was nothing she could do to prevent her physical reaction to the soft touches.

The anticipation on Holly’s face was palpable – she seemed ready to cum, and at the same time like she was fighting the urge that she craved.

“Life ain't fair, shug, “ Donna interjected without a trace of empathy “and the way you are smiling , he ain't hurting nothing of yours.”

strangely, Holly didn't argue; she closed her eyes, seemingly resigned to being teased and intent on riding out the humiliating but pleasurable experience, only to have her brother abruptly withdraw his finger and force a frustrated wide-eyed expression on her face – clearly humiliated and shocked that she’d have to endure this in front of me.

I would have expected someone to protest, but the expression on the women’s faces was more of a resigned acceptance that they had to endure this humiliation – until it was their turn, and then most of them made faces of shame.

Jessie offered me his wet finger to smell. ‘your sisters coochie smell that ripe?”

I didn't know how to respond to that.

“Can you let Gary finish eating first, before doing us?” his mother asked sweetly as if asking for a favor.

"Hell no! Why would I do that? Stand up and pull your drawers down.”

Donna looked at her sister in the two of them slowly rose from the picnic table. “Gary hasn’t finished eating and sight of our hairy worn out beavers would even put Stump off eating.”

“Damn,” Jesse looked at me as if I had done something wrong and asked why I hadn't finished eating. “ you leave food around that long and One of these back sluts where they steal it right off of your paper plate … you aren't going to be offended because I need to do a quick pussy check are you?”

I stammered, a little nervous and overwhelmed. The girls chuckled.

“Gary wasn't sitting in the bushes to watch you dirty old women. You act just like Holly pretending to deserve some privacy on those fat baby makers.”

His mother and Aunt were already standing and removing their bikini bottoms. The bottoms were fairly large and not particularly revealing. they were white with a common wave style pattern of browns and blues, typical conservative bikini bottoms that you might see at any Walmart.

June edged her daughters to move over and then brought her bottoms down and took them completely off. that allowed her to stand with her legs wide apart and then she placed her hands behind her back submissively, while raising her chin proudly and looking straight ahead - offering her black pussy hair, mixed twist a few tiny bits of Gray.

Her sister removed her bikini bottoms the same way, only that she left them hanging off of one of her ankles and took the same position next to her by the picnic table.

“We're just joking around,” June assured her son before looking right at me and telling me to get a good long look at her pussy. “ it's okay. I'm not going to melt or turn into salt. I used to be a stripper, way back in my younger days + just about every man in Bucksnort Tennessee saw my pussy before I wore it out having these three.”

“Shit, you wore that cunt out, taking as many dicks as you did dollar bills,” her sister declared playfully. their eyes twinkled mischievously as they teased one another like old friends

“That's true. You ain't never had no kids and your hairy, sour gash is bigger than mine.”

Jesse had already stood in front of his mother and began carefully and very methodically touching the tips of her pussy lips and rubbing his fingers around. He wasn't trying to turn her on or excite her the way that he had his younger sister.

“Don't play with me and get me all excited like you do to your sister. Just do an inspection, plain and simple – you’ve seen how your daddy does it plenty of times, and he doesn’t tease and tickle like Stump.”

“Yeah, keep your fingers out of that hairy bush, or you might draw back a nub.” Donna guffawed at her own joke – it came across as a playful, albeit empty threat. I doubted the women would have stopped him. They both seemed like they had endured this many times in the past. Jesse and his sisters clearly found it amusing enough to laugh at the threat – so I guessed that the women weren’t in any position to enforce the rules.

It was hard to determine who was really in charge- Jessie seemed to defer to his mother on some things, and others it felt like she was asking him to pace himself and not inspect her body too thoroughly.

“You'll see that we laugh at life around here and have fun, Gary. that is if we don't scare you off after this,” his mother suggested as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

He didn't comment or sniff the way that he had with his sisters.

It occurred to me that the entire family might be playing some sort of elaborate prank on me because I couldn't imagine this being their reality.

It seemed like a very unlikely prank for minimal benefit. The more likely answer was that this was really something that they did as a ritual on a regular basis

Jesse sniffed his Aunt's pussy and admired it, touching the hair around her vagina with a lusty expression.

“Smells good, don't it? That slit don't taste half bad either if you're hungry after that hot dog,” she said to me as if she were offering to let me eat her pussy simply because I was interested. I'd never encountered a woman who seemed that sexually open to fooling around with somebody like myself.

“Doesn't smell bad, let's see if you're wet,” Jessie became more routine about the inspection, and briskly fingered her slit.

“You can warm a gal up first, ya know,” Donna perked up as soon as Jessie’s finger penetrated her hairy pussy, and she looked alarmed.

“You seem about warmed up, already, Cricket,” Jessie frowned like a cop who had just found illegal contraband and was going to make an arrest.

“You know what your daddy said. Donna and I are allowed to be a little bit wet, and your sisters are too. They just don't want them dripping all over the floor because they are hornier than a goat at a swinger’s farm,” June said as she glanced down and watched her son lightly finger his Aunt.

“I know… Don't embarrass me in front of Gary,” Jesse honestly seemed offended that his mother pointed out that he might be less experienced at this type of inspection than he was pretending to be

“Why? Daddy only let you start being FBI when we moved here because he's not home much and Stump is out working…” Amanda reminded him. I could tell from Jessie’s body language that he was embarrassed, but thought nothing of how the girls felt having to strip for his inspection – it clearly seemed normal to him that girls didn’t get modesty and had to strip down.

He was a caring guy, but there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy that we were dressed, and they weren’t – and the girls had to wait side by side like military recruits with hands clasped to endure his inspection and touch on his command.

I was curious how he didn’t feel a little sorry that they had to endure it – but judging from the routine way he talked to them, it was as normal to him as putting his pants on in the morning.

“No, Dad let me be FBI because I was born with one of these,” Jesse gripped his cock in his hand through his shorts and then rubbed his hand on his sister's pussy to emphasize that he wasn't born with one of those between his legs. “Now hush, because booty inspections are coming next.”

[EddieDavidson]

There was a collective groan from all the girls when Jessie mentioned he was a “Female Booty Inspector” and told them to spread their butt cheeks. He spun his finger in a circle; to indicate they should be the ones to turn around “Open up and say aaaaaaah,” he opened his mouth to pretend it was one of their buttholes. The whole mood was kind of jovial for him -but the girls took it more seriously than they had their pussy inspections.

“I know life isn't fair,” his older sister conceded before asking thoughtfully “How come it is that girls aren't allowed to be horny, but you can walk around with a full hard on erection boner and it's okay?”

Her mother responded before her son could while keeping her head straight. “All a boy can do with a pecker is make it explode and mess his pants, horny girls like you with nothing but dirty thoughts can make another mouth for us to feed because you can't control your impulses.”

“We aren't going to get pregnant around the house, Momma,” Holly countered, in obvious agreement with her older sister’s question.

“True, and I am too old to push a little brat out of my twat, but you are being taught discipline to control your urges. There is no reason you should be horny around the house but every day one of you gets stood in the corner because you can't stop thinking about naughty things” Donna assured them knowingly.

“Plus,” Jessie arched his eyebrows like a scholar giving a lecture to a new student, “Men and women are just wired differently…we are one and done, shake up our bottle and pop our cork. All our perverted thoughts evaporate into a tissue. Girls can be teased and played with all day and just STILL get horny.“

The women nodded as if they agreed with his wisdom, but Amanda still objected. “Okay, I'll give you the fronts are different, but our back holes make the same fudge that boys do, so why don't you have anybody checking to make sure yours is clean??”

“Girls butts are prettier than boy’s hairy asses, and you are held to a higher standard of hygiene, now turn around and show me where your fudge is made.” Jessie insisted firmly. His face suggested this was entirely routine and the girls should have absolutely no problem with the outrageous request.

I was shocked that nobody said it was going too far – this was really happening right in front of me on a beautiful, bright Saturday afternoon in my next-door neighbor’s backyard! It was like living a wet dream.

His sisters blushed but sang playfully While touching their boobs. “Milk, milk,” they let their shoulders dip as they swayed, reached down and tapped their pubes, and sang “Lemonade.”

Donna and June frowned, clearly not amused and not seeing along, they simply turned around and pulled their butt cheeks apart and held them wide.

At the same time, Holly and Amanda did the same thing while dancing in a light spin and singing in their sassy southern accent, “Around the corner fudge is made.”

I was floored. it was one thing to see their naked fronts but for them to hold their butt cheeks apart and show me, it was boggling. Amanda and Holly stepped out of their bikini bottoms as they spun to face away from us.

“You two have been acting all shy around my new friend, and here you are dancing and wiggling your butts.” Jesse observed with a frown that his sisters were engaging in deceit.

“It's super embarrassing, but it is not like we're going to have much choice in the matter, so we might as well sing our little song with it,” Amanda pursed her lips and looked over her shoulder at her little brother.

“Yeah, we always sing that song. We didn't put on a show for your friend,” Holly assured us both.

The way the girls addressed me as Jessie’s friend and not theirs reminded me that I was probably considered an unwelcome stranger by the two of them.

“Are you a boob, pussy or butt man?” Jessie ignored his sister and asked me my preference of female body part. I was too bashful to answer but, in my silence, my new friend from the country assumed I liked butts because I was unable to stop staring. The way that girls were spreading their butt cheeks, there was nothing hidden.

In truth, I was curious about it all and had never seen an actual naked woman until that sunny afternoon.

“Wider…” Jesse gently smacked Amanda's butt, despite how generously she displayed her pooter.

“Any wider and you will see what I had for lunch,” Amanda frowned but managed to pull her butt cheeks apart even wider – not only uncomfortable but deepening her shameful humiliation by exposing the orifice she uses to poop from.

I couldn’t help myself; I got a huge boner. I had trouble hiding it in the pants I was wearing. I was just glad nobody was looking closely at me.

“Cheeks aren't to touch, I'm tired of you half-assing it,” Jesse laughed at his play on words about half-assing, but nobody else did. he lamented that they didn't get it. he lightly smacked Holly on the ass and told her to spread her butt cheeks wider too

“I'm spreading as white as I can, Jessie, and my cheeks aren't touching… My ass is clean as a whistle and I'm not sweaty, please just get this over with. It's so embarrassing!”

“You've been inspected in front of plenty of people before, you ain't got but a little bitty ass, why are you suddenly acting like such a prude,” Jesse asked as he bent down and took a humongous whiff of her ass.

“We live in the city now, and I barely know our neighbor, and now he's going to tell everybody at school what weirdos we are.”

“Holly Ann Caldwell!” her mother raised her voice and scolded her. “ I've had my butt checked since I was a little girl and so did your grandma. there's nothing sexual about this. It's just hygiene. It's not supposed to be a turn-on or a naughty game.”

Jesse put his finger in his sister's butt and pushed it in deep to the knuckle while she winced. He pulled it out slowly and admired how clean it was.

“Gary,” Holly called me by my first name. It felt weird because I didn't think she even knew my first name. “If you were standing in the bushes when my brother inspected my booty hole, you would think it's naughty, wouldn't you? that were some kind of inbred hillbillies?”

Her entire family hissed their disapproval. Donna conceded “I'm sure when the tradition first started, it was to check to see if girls were cleaning their asses because we didn't have toilet paper deep in the holler and to see if we were regular or constipated, but you were right. The way my brother plays with our butts is kind of naughty.”

“Stump doesn't inspect us; he just fingers us” Amanda said. Her brother slowly inserted the same finger into her asshole to the first knuckle.

“Yeah, at least I don't push my finger all the way up your poop hole until I hit a turd ball,” Jesse said without any concern for how his sister's humiliation probably felt.

“None of you men will wash your fingers between holes when you check us. Just be honest, this ain’t so much for us – as it is that you're enjoying this, but if the shoe was on the other foot and we were sticking our fingers in your butt, you wouldn't be seeing the benefit.”

Jessie assured his sister that her asshole was no fun park, and that messing with her “stink box” wasn’t the festive time she thought it was.

Jessie withdrew his finger and made his sister sniff it by holding it under her nose before assuring her that the shoe would never be on the other foot. “Are you saying you would enjoy sticking your finger in my butt? I might just let you one day and see if you smile.”

Holly frowned and remained quiet -obviously biting her tongue and not making a wise crack that might get her in trouble.

Jesse wiped his finger on his jeans, and quietly inserted it into his mother's asshole, to the first knuckle.

“The first time you had to do this; I was worried it would disgust you to smell girl butt – the same stuff comes out of ours, as does boys. It’s not for the weak of heart, and it’s not supposed to turn anyone on – finger in the butt long enough to make sure it’s clean and hairless. Your daddy has been inspecting me and my sister in front of you since you were little. I'd assume by now you would stop pitching a fit about it and just accept a little discomfort.”

Their mother rolled her eyes like she thought the girls were simply being overly dramatic.

“Did Stump get to inspect your butt when he was Jesse's age?” Amanda asked her mother, blithely ignoring the fact that Jesse was slowly withdrawing his finger from his mother's asshole like pulling the sword from the stone to claim King Arthur's throne.

“He wasn't allowed to do it or told he could do it, he just started doing it one day, probably before Jessie, but my daddy never took the time to teach Stump how to do it and what to look for,” she explained.

“What exactly are you looking for?” I felt odd asking the question, but it just slipped out.

Jesse and the rest of the family turned their heads and looked at me in surprise because I was mostly quiet unless somebody talked to me.

“If their ass is messy or sweaty, I make them go in there and wash up, if it's packed full of shit, I send them to the bathroom, its mostly just hygiene,” Jesse explained. “ Mom has a cherry on her fudge,” he pointed out that his mother's engorged asshole was bright red around the rim.

“That's from playing rough with your daddy, and not something you need to worry about Jessie,” Julie's face turned as red as her butthole rim with humiliation. She pretended it was perfectly routine and asked if she passed the inspection.

“If you didn't, you'd know about it,” Jesse wiped his finger on his jeans even though it was clean and not smeared with any poop. he inserted slowly into his Aunt's asshole much the same way. The other three women held their butt cheeks apart but leaned casually while he finished.

“You might feel a little turd nugget, Jessie. I was going to get up and use the bathroom just before the girls freaked out about Gary watching them. Please don't put me in the corner,” she chuckled.

Jessie shrugged casually and admitted he wasn't going to do that. I assumed that might be the punishment they were talking about earlier. he pulled the tip of his finger out, and a tiny smear of brown cream was on the tip.

“See? That wasn't so bad. Wipe my fingers off and y'all can put your bottoms back on,” he said as he casually held his fingers out for his mother to clean the pussy and ass scent from them – it was so bold and vulgar that I was shocked no one slapped him.

His mother dutifully picked up a napkin and wiped his hand down, dipping it in her own water first to get it wet, and then joined the others and pulling her bottoms back on. “Don’t be so shocked, Gary – It’s just a little girly-goo, it’s not actual poopy.”

June was pragmatic about the entire cleaning – working the napkin around methodically and even cleaning under her son’s fingernails.

Even though the women seemed at ease with the custom, I felt like all four of them were deeply humiliated having to be inspected in front of me.

“I know that was probably awkward for you to witness, Gary. Every 3 to 4 hours, we do it again. it's usually over a little faster, but my daughters were bitching…sorry about that.”

I was shocked that Jessie's mom actually apologized to ME that I had born witness to their unusual family practice.

In moments, things returned to relative normalcy as Holly and her sister started to frolic and giggle, daring their brother to try to splash them with the hose as they performed cartwheels and even danced to "Milk, Milk, Lemonade" the way they had during inspection.

The odd thing about the entire encounter was that there was no malice or desire to ‘get even’ with their brother for humiliating them. If it had somehow been my older sister in their position, she would have been plotting her vengeance and seething with rage.

Their playful, goofy laughter was genuine and not forced at all.

In addition, even though Jessie called them “Dookie Breath,” teased them, smacked their butts and sprayed them with the garden hose right in the face -it was evident that he loved his sisters very much and he wasn’t a sadistic monster.

That was the hardest part to get my head around. I wanted to see him as some sort of cruel villain that lacked empathy, but Jessie had no ill will towards his sisters. He didn’t tease his mom and Aunt the same way, and he didn’t spray them with the garden hose, but he had made his Mother and Aunt stand almost naked in the back yard with Holly and Amanda.

I initially felt like the women had ‘lost’ something by being exposed, and that Jessie had taken their dignity and degraded them – but that really wasn’t the vibe once the inspection was complete. They carried on laughing and joking, and the girls weren’t slave who seemed forced into this situation.

They accepted it, even seemed to thrive in the environment. I was fascinated.

“Don’t just stand there like a wall flower,” Jessie sprayed me lightly with the garden hose, and offered it to me.

“You want me to spray your sisters down?” I asked with sincere doubt that the pretty girls would allow that. I got the impression that perhaps they were required to ensure Jessie’s taunts by their father, but once again, I was shocked and dismayed that wasn’t the case.

Amanda and Holly dashed up to me, presented their bodies as targets for the hose, and said “You’d have to catch us first!”

I managed to hit Amanda in the leg with the garden hose as she dodged. I was largely uncoordinated, but she made wasn’t running at a full pace, so it was relatively easy to hit her -even if it was just the foot.

Pftthh…” she laughed at me and chided me – shaking her butt back and forth and presenting it like a target for the garden hose. “Nanna-Nanna-Boo-Boo, come kiss this here doo-doo!”

That wasn’t how the taunt went – but clearly it did in the Caldwell family. She had painted a relatively easy target by sticking her butt out, and I managed to blast her with the hose. Jessie showed me how to crimp it to build water pressure and then shouted for his mother to get his Super Soaker from his room.

“I don’t know where it is,” she said from the table.

“if it was up your ass you’d know,” Jessie joked with his mother.

She didn’t laugh the same breezy way that his sisters did. Instead, she frowned at him and said that was Stump’s line.

“Don’t go around quoting Stump, he’s a dumb-ass,” Donna assured her nephew from the table.

Jessie repeated that he wanted his super soaker, and when his mother gave another excuse about retrieving it, he got frustrated and said he’d get it himself – promising to squirt his Aunt and Mom when he got back.

As Jessie started to march back into his house, his sisters asked me if the big pool at the front of the community we lived in cost money to use.

“No, it’s for residents of the community,” I said.

They frowned and looked at their feet, and I didn’t have the heart to blast them with water across the chest – even though they were sitting ducks. “That’s too bad, I was hoping we could check that out.”

At first, I didn’t understand why they were disappointed. I quickly surmised that the girls didn’t realize that they were residents of the housing development by virtue of living in their house.

“I have a pool key, I could bring you,” I smiled politely.

The girls began to hop up and down excitedly, as if they were seeing their favorite musician, begging Jessie to go. Jessie stopped and turned around.

“Are there pretty girls up there?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess so...I don’t go that often,” I admitted. I wasn’t an outdoorsy type, and I was super pale.

“I can tell,” Jessie playfully observed that I was pasty and recommended that I go to the pool to meet girls. “You can’t meet girls watching them from behind a fence,” he advised.

I felt like a nerdy version of Richie Cunningham, to Jessie’s more worldly and down-to-earth Fonzie. I nodded – but I had zero confidence that I could convince a girl to talk to me. I felt the only reason that Holly and Amanda were talking to me was to be polite.

“Can we go, can we go, can we go?” they begged Jessie – not their mother for permission to go to the pool.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.” Jessie turned to his mom and asked if she was good with that.

I wasn’t sure how the hierarchy worked in this family – did Jessie boss around his mother, or did he have to confirm things he wanted to do with her.


“Can Donna and I have a couple beers and relax while you are gone? All the housework is done,” June smiled politely as she stood up and started futzing with the dirty paper plates on the table. His mother’s question helped define the odd relationship for me – although I still didn’t understand why she’d give up her natural authority as the parent.

“You can each have ONE beer, and I’ll count them before Dad and Uncle Dennis get home,” Jessie countered.

“One? That ain’t enough to even get enough of a buzz. We’ve been good today, and done all our chores,” Donna sounded frustrated.

“Fine,” Jessie decided firmly.

“Softie,” Amanda playfully smacked her brother’s butt and ran inside to grab a few things to take to the pool.

Jessie pretended he might chase her but didn’t. His little sister Holly bent over and picked up her bikini top and started putting it on.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I can’t walk down the street with my tits out,” she scrunched her pretty button nose in disgust as she snapped the top back on.

“First, you’d have to get some tits,” he teased. “Fine, but you’ll mind me while we are there – no hooting and hollering and getting us kicked out like two redneck girls in heat, and no running off with whatever boy promises to get you some beer.”

Holly didn’t argue; she simply adjusted her bikini and her hair while looking at her pretty reflection in the sliding glass door.

“Do you want your friend to spend the night, Jess?” June asked her son.

“You want to do a sleepover? I’ve got a big room,” Jessie assured me. He promised I’d love his mother’s cooking as well. “It’s not just shitty hot dogs- it’s real southern food – pork chops, black-eyed peas, fried okra, stuff like that.”

I had never heard of fried okra, and I wasn’t an adventurous eater, but I was fascinated by this family and eager to hang out with them.

“I’ll ask my mom when I go over to get the key to the pool and change,” I said.

“ASK your mom? You have to ask if you can do a sleepover?” Jessie laughed and asked me if I was five years old. The other girls seemed to think that was funny as well. I was perplexed – could Jessie just walk all over his mom and run out in the street, stay up all night, and eat candy for dinner because he didn’t have to listen to her?

“Some boys get spoiled because their momma tries to think for them, Jessie.” his mom frowned at him when he laughed at me, and seemed to empathize with me when he ridiculed me. “Once you were old enough to show you had some common sense, you know you can’t stay over on a school night, or if we have something going on, and you know enough to let us know where you are – but some boys never get the chance to flap their wings and practice flying before they leave the nest,” she explained.

I completely understood the metaphor, and it was quite a revelation – what June was actually saying was that Jessie did have boundaries, but they trusted him enough to let him make some decisions on his own. My older sister could stay out and go to parties – she had more freedom than I did.

I wasn’t sure if she had to ask to go to the community pool. I wasn’t even sure that I had to ask. It just felt natural that I probably should tell my mother where I was going.

“How come you do the thinking for us and don’t let us do sleepovers without permission?” Holly pouted while asking her mother.

“We’ve been through this, Little Bit,” June reminded her sweetly. “You may as well ask why a dog can’t wear pants because their human does. The human has enough sense not to run off down the road chasing after cars or, in your case, cute boys!

Holly didn’t seem entirely satisfied by the response, but from the look on her face, I could tell she had this conversation before and got a similar answer.

“People may think a leash on a dog is cruel because it limits how far they can go, but have you ever seen a dog that was unhappy to be on a leash? The leash means going for a walk, getting out of the house, and spending time with their loved one. They know they are safe, and they trust that the human knows where they are supposed to be going and how to get back to where they belong – so, you are going to the pool with Jessie and Gary, and they’ll see that you two don’t run amok – so mind your brother, he’s got your best interest at heart, because he loves you.”

I could tell that June believed that with all of her heart. I wondered if she considered herself a dog in the same metaphor.

“Woof, woof, sis,” Jessie teased playfully by sticking his hands up like paws, and barking playfully -with a twinkle in his blue-green eyes.

Holly flashed him a lemony glance and looked down at her feet – once again, a trace of embarrassment ran down the pretty girl’s spine.

“I don’t know if I have to ask, I guess I misspoke – I just don’t go to the pool very often, so I need to change in my shorts, and get the pool key. I’ll let my mom and sister know where I am going.”

June told her kids that she loved them and told them to have fun, and they told her they loved her back. I didn’t notice at first, but Amanda and Holly carried the towels and lotion, and Jessie didn’t have to carry anything.

“I think I’ve seen your sister coming and going,” Jessie observed and called her a “Goth-bitch”.

I laughed because Vicki did have a little bit of a Wednesday Addams/Wynona Rider vibe and liked to wear heavy eye makeup and black and purple clothes.

“She looks like she is into kinky sex and comes from New York City or something,” Amanda observed. The others didn’t disagree.

“Nope, we’ve never lived anywhere else besides Cherry Lane Estates,” I shrugged. Our suburb was like any typical middle-class planned community. There wasn’t anything especially notable about it. We were surrounded by strip malls and Starbucks without much of a culture of our own.

“It may as well be New York City to us,” Holly explained as she followed me to my house. “We don’t fit in here – you are the first person that has even talked to us since we got here.”

“You are nice people, I am sure you’ll be really popular when school starts,” I assured them.

“Depends on how many dicks they suck,” Jessie teased.

I realized that, as alien as I found the way they talked to one another, they probably thought the same thing about my family.

My mom was in the kitchen making coffee, and my sister was in there with her.

“Hey, Mom, these are the neighbors, Jessie, Amanda, and Holly,” I quickly introduced them. “I am going to take the pool key and head down there,” I said.

I could have stopped there and made it seem like I was telling her what I was going to do and not asking for permission. However, when she responded with silence and looked at me oddly, I added nervously, “If that’s okay?”

Vicki tried to stifle a laugh. I assumed she was enjoying how awkward I looked as I stood there with the three new neighbors. Vicki perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, her legs crossed at the ankles, black boots dangling loosely. Her dress hugged her torso like a corset, stripes of purple and black outlining her slender frame. Leather straps and buckles cinched tight around her waist and wrists, and her dark hair hung in two neat braids over her shoulders. I never really thought about how my sister dressed, but I could see why the Caldwell family thought my sister was freaky.

She wasn’t slutty even if she wore fishnet panty hose and high heels with corsets and bustiers. My sister rarely dated, and when she did, she usually put the guy through such an emotional rollercoaster of ups and downs that it didn’t last.

Vicki glanced around the room, chin tilted upward, a haughty expression pulling at the corner of her lips. Catching me staring, she slowly rolled her eyes, but I think she was secretly impressed I had some girls with me.

“Howdy,” Jessie greeted my mother and sister warmly with a broad wave.

I suddenly realized that he may expect me to inspect them before we left, or to talk to them the way he did to the women in his family -and that would probably be catastrophic. My pulse began to race.

“Um, sure, you don’t normally go to the pool,” my mom said, looking directly at the girls. “You guys don’t have your own pool key?”

“No, Ma’am, we didn’t know you needed one. Gary here was kind enough to offer to take us and show us the ropes.” Jessie was very polite, a big difference from the casual way that he talked down to his family.

“I can take care of reaching out to the H.O.A. and getting your family a key to the pool,” my mother offered politely. She often did favors like that for people.

“That shore would be nice of you, Ma’am, we’d be extremely grateful,” Jessie’s accent was entirely natural, but bordered on comically over the top when he was kissing my mother’s ass.

“Well, I am glad that Gary made a few new friends,” my mom beamed. She seemed so happy about it that it made me feel slightly embarrassed because she implied (truthfully) that it was rare for me to have any friends.

“Friends? Careful, Mom, Gary might’ve kidnapped these poor girls,” Vicki laughed, before chiding us for making them carry everything and not offering to carry their bag with towels.

“Oh, it’s fine, we don’t mind,” Amanda smiled politely – a far cry from her sassy and casual attitude earlier at her house.

My sister didn’t answer—she was already lost in her phone, deliberately ignoring everyone.

“I’ll just go get changed real quick,” I mumbled, gesturing for the others to follow me to my room. Our house had the exact same layout as the Caldwell’s’, but that’s about all they shared in common. The Caldwell place looked like it was decorated straight from yard sales and Walmart clearance racks—mismatched end tables, oddball lamps, and random pictures hung unevenly in cheap plastic frames.

My mom, though, made our house look like one of those model homes in Better Homes and Gardens: perfectly matched furniture, soft earth-tone pillows arranged just right, bowls of dried potpourri, and decorative vases and ceramic sculptures that didn’t really do anything. The whole place smelled faintly of vanilla candles and lavender room spray, like someone had just walked around spraying it for company that never came.

It was a jarring difference between houses that were physically identical on the outside. The part that struck me was that the lived-in and homey style of the Caldwell’s felt more welcoming because it was so unassuming.

I was surprised when they followed me into my room.

“Jesus, you’ve got the same room that my sisters have – this is TINY,” Jessie noticed as he looked around my room. It was festooned with all of my favorite things, and space was never a consideration to me. I didn’t mind the clutter of magazines, books, computer parts, action figures, and video games.

The girls giggled a little, staring at my Marvel Action figures that I had posed into a diorama epic showdown with villains in a city street block on top of a cabinet.

“It’d be fairly cramped for two people,” I observed that there wasn’t much room for my bed, and all my stuff.

“We don’t have a lot of stuff, and our bed is a little smaller than yours.” The girls observed before saying they didn’t know how I found anything in this mess. “Doesn’t your mom ever clean it for you?”

“Not really, I guess she expects me to do my own thinking,” I frowned dismissively, as I tried to find a pair of shorts that might work as swimming trunks. I didn’t have any because I rarely went to the pool.

“Sorry, it’s just we’ve never seen this much computer stuff in one place.” Holly seemed impressed and assumed I was some kind of super brain. “You read all those books on the wall?”

She was referencing my extensive manga and anime collection, and I could safely say that I had read almost every one of them more than once.

“That’s… technically an old Xbox One case,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “But I cracked it open and dropped in a modded drive with the guts from my Series X. I just like the way the older case looks—kind of nostalgic, I guess.”

They all looked at me like I’d just tried to explain particle physics with sock puppets.

“Does it play Super Mario?” Jessie asked.

I gave a short laugh. “No, not natively. But I’ve got an emulator box hooked up too—it runs RetroArch. That one’s got everything from Atari 2600 to ColecoVision, Intellivision, NES, SNES, N64, GameCube… even the Virtual Boy and some obscure stuff like NeoGeo,” I snickered.

I loved poking around with technology, and I was primarily used to talking about this stuff on a forum where you can’t see the bored faces and vacant eyes of people who wished they hadn’t asked the question.

I cleared my throat and rattled off my extensive knowledge of Mario trivia anyway, more out of habit. I wasn’t into playing Mario, but I loved useless nerdy trivia.

“I’ve got Super Mario Bros., Lost Levels, Mario 2, Mario 3, World, Yoshi’s Island, 64, Sunshine, Galaxy 1 and 2, New Super Mario Bros., 3D Land, 3D World, Odyssey, and all the weird sports spin-offs and party games.”

Jessie was blown away, but he shook his head in disappointment. I think to him, there was only one Super Mario game, and he was expecting a simple yes or no, so that he could offer me a chance to play a game that he had that I didn’t.

“Has anyone ever told you that when they ask you what time it is, you teach them how to build a watch?” Jessie asked in a woodsy-back home manner. It was a fair question.

“Okay, Daddy,” Amanda snickered, before revealing that was something that their father frequently said and implying Jessie had stolen their father’s line. She was just teasing though – clearly not offended by it.

“Dad may not be book smart, but I hope I grow up to be half the man that he is, and know half as much as he does,” Jessie observed stoically. “He is the first to laugh even at himself, and he’ll never forget when someone crosses him, but he also won’t forget when someone does him a solid. He’d give you the shirt off his back if you needed it, and he’d always stand up for what is right.”

“Shit,” Amanda blinked with sincere surprise that her brother felt such deep respect for their father. “That’s true – Daddy is a good guy, I do hope you grow up to be like him.”

“He says what he means, and means what he says, only problem is he doesn’t talk all that much,” Jessie quipped sincerely before adding that he hoped Amanda and Holly grew up to be like their mother.

“Shit, I don’t want to be a big fat ass,” Amanda smiled impishly, eyes twinkling as she made the joke.

“Too late, fat ass,” Jessie laughed, smacking his sister’s ass over her bikini bottoms. Once they had collected themselves, they asked me why I hadn’t changed yet.

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“Do you mind stepping out while I change?” I asked politely, and all three of them laughed heartily like I had just told the world’s greatest joke.

“You sat there watchin’ me twitch like a goat in heat at a fence post. I had to keep my hands behind my back while my brother wound me up and didn’t let me get anywhere, while the rest of y’all laughed at my horny ass – still dripping pussy juice down my thigh while my brother dug for chocolate milk in my dookie blaster and now you are afraid we might see your dong?” Holly reminded me tersely.

It was obvious now that she had definitely become humiliated during that episode and wanted a little payback.

“I bet it’s big,” Amanda theorized boldly about the size of my pecker – closing her eyes as if to imagine it like a nice juicy steak she was having for dinner.

“Probably bigger than Jessie’s wang-dang-doodle,” Holly giggled.

“It’s gotta be bigger than the Stumpster’s sad little, shriveled ding-a-ling,” Amanda flashed a naughty smile – seemingly hopeful that I was sporting a big dick. That sounded really hurtful – I felt a little empathy for Stump, and I was worried they may say the same thing about my dick once they saw it.

I’d never in my life compared my cock to anyone and shown it to anyone. I hadn’t even been nude in front of the doctor since I had entered puberty. I felt butterflies tickling the inside of my stomach and wondered if the girls were just pushing my buttons to see if I would dare to whip out my prick in front of them.

A wandering fear made its way from the back of my mind to the front as I imagined my sister Vicki flinging the door open and cackling that I was some sort of pervert for having girls in my room while I had my pants off.

“Shit, my sisters showed you theirs, are you going to have a problem showing them yours?” Jessie asked with a cocky swagger. “It wouldn’t be the first dick they’ve ever seen, anymore than their hairy piss-factories were the first fish tacos you ever saw,” he said.

They were the first pussies I’d seen in person, despite watching copious amounts of porn I wasn’t prepared for what hairy pussies looked like and found the idea sort of novel. I was looking forward to seeing them again.

I don’t know why I was so reluctant to show them my prick. It might have been that I feared I had a fairly average or ugly dick and that would make the girls tease me or even laugh. I hadn’t bothered to check out different shapes and sizes of penises in the porn I usually watched.

It might just have been that I’d rather look at their bodies, and not my own, but for whatever reason, I froze.

“Good lord,” Jessie leaned back against the wall with a shit-eating grin, arms crossed like he was watching the world’s slowest trainwreck. “Gary, quit gabbing about your vidya games, and clenchin’ your butt cheeks together like a henny-penny at a hog roast. They ain’t askin’ to see the damn Stature of Liberty—just your pecker.” He chuckled low in his throat and insisted they take their bottoms off – seemingly to encourage me to do the same.“

“Didn’t want to see it THAT bad,” Amanda frowned as she reluctantly slid her thumbs into the side of her bottoms. “Is your momma gonna come in here and spank my ass raw if she catches us naked together?”

“If she does, it wouldn’t be the first or last beating you are ever going to have, Chubbs,” he told her to stop grinning and drop the linen. Their bikinis were some sort of polyester blend – I felt the urge to correct him, but I stifled myself as I watched the two girls take down their bottoms just for me.

I was flattered and a bit nervous that I wouldn’t be able to live up to any hype. My cock was stiff as a board, but I awkwardly stood there flat-footed and stared at those hairy pussies.

It was so naughty, and the wildest thing that had EVER happened in my room – I couldn’t move, my eyes bulged.

“Fine, we’ll make it even – take your tops off too,” Jessie said as he removed his F.B.I shirt along with his sisters as they dutifully unsnapped their bikini tops.

I was summoning all the courage I had in the world, but it still was insufficient to make me want to pull my pants down. The girls were naked and barefoot, and Jessie was removing the shorts he still had on. “What else do you want them to do to make you comfortable? Bend over and let you inspect their donut holes,” he smacked them both on their meaty butt cheeks – telling them to turn around and face away.

“Hands behind your backs,” he instructed his sisters, and they obeyed without complaint.

“Um,” I mumbled as I fiddled with my belt, and took my pants and underwear down. I tried not to look at Jessie’s dick. I’d never seen an uncircumcised cock before, and the fleshy part that covered the tip made it look deformed to me. I didn’t want to be caught gawking at another guy’s dick.

“Jesus Christ,” Amanda gasped. I assumed she was going to say something crude about the shape of Jessie’s cock – I didn’t even realize that she had turned her head daintily and was gazing at me over her shoulder.

“Holy Shit,” Holly added – her head snapped around, pretty blue eyes nice and round – staring straight at my hard dick.

“Damn, Paul Bunyun, how the fuck do you walk with that tree trunk in your god-damned britches,” Jessie’s sarcasm didn’t register with me at first. He sounded jealous, and that wasn’t like him.

“I’ve never seen one that big,” Amanda’s mouth flopped open, as I held up my cock.

“Are you using both hands to hold that up?” Holly was mystified. I always jerked off with two hands – it was easier to stroke that way.

“Yeah,” I shrugged nervously, still unsure if they were just being polite and pretending they thought I had a nice cock, or they were actually impressed.

“Wait a minute,” Jessie wrapped his hand around his dick, “Balls to tip, I’ve got less than an inch sticking out,” he said like he felt cheated by fate. “You are standing there holding that log with two fucking hands on the shaft, and you aren’t even touching the tip? How are you doing that?”

“I don’t know,” I let go of my cock, because I was instantly aware that the three of them were staring at my cock and now I was the center of attention – something I didn’t like and felt uncomfortable with.

“Look at how it moves,” Holly stood up and turned around to face me, a big smile spread across her cherubic face as she ignored her brother’s order to face away from me.

“Can you make it move up and down on its own without touching it, or is it just sort of bobbing up and down,” her older sister’s head and eyes bobbed up and down watching my dick bounce and twitch slightly.

It was nothing to move my dick with just the muscles around my crotch. I blinked and made it bounce up and down a little harder without touching it. The girls giggled with fascination.

“It’s like that Big Mouth Billy Bass animatronic fish that Stump brought home from the flea market – it moves on its own,” Jessie stared at my dick like it was a magic trick that he wanted to learn. “Does the motherfucker sing too?”

Even I had heard of the Big Mouth Billy Bass puppet – the commercial used to be everywhere but I’d never known anyone that actually had one.

“Take me to the river,” Amanda sang the iconic line that the puppet used to sing when motion triggered it to start dancing. Holly joined her and the sisters stared at my prick, watching me flick it up and down with touching it “Drop me in the water…Take me to the river..Put me in the water…get me wet!”

“You sluts are signing that like his big dick is a fucking Karaoke microphone,” Jessie laughingly observed. He was completely comfortable with my nudity, but I still couldn’t look at his pecker without feeling shame.

“Can I touch it?” Amanda offered gently. She didn’t ask her brother’s permission. I wasn’t sure what to say – I certainly hadn’t expected that. You could say that I was flattered but that wasn’t quite the word. I was elated, and the only thing keeping my ego on the ground was I was still unsure if they were putting me on.

My dick was much bigger than Jessie, but I felt it couldn’t have been much more than a foot in length, and probably only two and a half inches in diameter at its widest point. I was really good at advanced mathematics and began calculating the circumference to keep myself from spurting cum all over the pretty girl when she delicately reached out and patted my dick like she was stroking the top of a Tiger’s head and afraid it would bite her.

It was the most sensual and sexual thing that had ever happened to me in my life, and I knew pre-cum was starting to collect on the tip.

“Are you guys messing with me? I assume I am above average, then?” I asked.

“Dude, you’ve got a porn star dick,” Jessie assured me that Ron Jeremy would carry my luggage to my hotel room if he saw it.

“Can I also touch? Or will your girlfriend get mad?” Holly asked very sweetly as if she wanted to pet a Boa constrictor and didn’t want to scare it.

“You just want to know if he’s single,” Amanda smiled lustily. I hadn’t picked up on that nuance but judging from her little sister’s blushing face, she was.

“No, I obviously don’t have a girlfriend,” I was dumbfounded and nervous.

“Why do you say obviously?” Holly reached out to touch the tip of my cock with just the ends of her delicate fingers. The girls may have considered themselves airheads, but I quickly realized they picked up on subtle nuances in language very quickly.

I meant it because I was down on myself, and assumed no girl would pick me because none had – and there were much better-looking guys in school. I was a dweeb and despite being a little older than Jessie, he had rock hard abs and actual biceps.

I lied and said that I just meant that I would obviously not let them touch my penis if I were in a steady relationship.

The girls looked at each other and giggled.

“Okay, now,” Jessie chastised the girls for getting excited. “You two cock sitters need to cool your jets. You always used to claw each other’s eyes out over the same boy when we were back home, and Gary’s MY friend – you said that earlier. You two didn’t want him in the backyard at all.”

“We never said that, and besides, it isn’t up to us if Gary wants to be in the backyard. It’s just, um, oh my god,” Amanda was in the middle of defending herself. I clearly remembered how I felt when she said I was Jessie’s friend and implied that I wasn’t hers. I knew exactly what moment Jessie was talking about.

That would have to wait.

“Geyser,” Jessie observed as he looked directly at the tip of my cock, they all did. I didn’t even realize I was cumming at first. It wasn’t a huge amount, but the excitement and the soft female touch had been enough stimulation to drive me to a small orgasm.

I couldn’t have been more humiliated once I realized I was dripping actual cum. I excused myself and instantly began to wipe it off with a tissue from a box I kept near my computer.

“You keep those there to blow your nose, do ya?” he laughed knowingly – they were my clean-up tissues after I whacked off.

That’s when the door to my room abruptly opened. “Mom wants to know what’s taking you so long….” Vicki stood in the doorway, jaw agape, observing the four of us in the nude, while I cleaned my dick with a tissue and it only took a second for her to process what she saw. My older sister shut the door and dashed away.

I was cooked – I wasn’t sure what she’d tell my mom. I expected the worst and wanted to get the girls out of there.

“It’s still hard?” Holly observed with a perplexed face after I wiped away the cum. My dick was still bouncing around.

“Yeah, sorry, I can’t really do much about my erection. I can masturbate three or four times and it stays hard,” I lamented as I started to wiggle back in my jeans.

“You can cum four times in a row?” Amanda clearly thought that was impressive. If she knew my record was a marathon seven times, when I found a cache of really kinky porn one day and just couldn’t stop jerking off. I assumed that was bad because it meant I was a desperate pervert that couldn’t stop beating my meat.

“I usually stop after just one, and go do other stuff, I don’t jerk off constantly,” I stammered.

“Why are you putting your jeans on? Aren’t we going to the pool?” Amanda asked politely.

“If my sister tells my mom what we were doing, she’ll get the wrong idea and come in here – I don’t want her to catch me with my dick out, and I don’t have any shorts that would hide my boner really well. My penis always hangs out of the bottom leg.”

“I take it all back,” Jessie said with a straight face before joking. “The man I want to grow up to be is you with that donkey dick. You can’t wear shorts because your dick drags the ground?”

“I didn’t say that, it’s always been this size for as long as I can recall, so it did used to come to my knee, but now it’s sort of mid-thigh when I have a boner.”

All three of them were impressed. “If your mom comes in here, I think she’s going to be fucking proud of you,” Jessie clapped me on the back and insisted that I wear shorts.

I expected my mother to storm into my room and chase the girls away for being naked but if she was going to do that, she would have been in my room by that point. I found the longest pair of shorts that I could find and wore those. I also insisted on wearing a shirt but Jessie told me that we were going swimming and I didn’t need it.

“I may have a big dick, but I have a sunken chest with no hair on it,” I said.

“With a dick like yours, I don’t think many girls will mind if your ribs are showing,” Holly smiled at me.

I couldn’t stop blushing with pride, and I was a little disappointed when the girls got dressed as well. As a compromise, I wore a towel over my shoulder that helped hide my skinny frame.

My mother gave us a strange look, and I assumed that Vicki told her what she saw, but she didn’t say anything to us when I left, not even goodbye.

I was walking on cloud nine, like a king with my head held up high.

“You will have to show Bug and Cricket when we get back from the pool,” Jessie patted me on the back as we left my house and started walking toward the front of our subdivision to use the recreation center.

The girls kept to themselves, giggled, and talked, and Jessie and I walked along past an endless row of houses that looked almost identical to one another, with yards that were also almost identical, and even nearly identical SUVs in the driveway or garage.

A car drove by and didn’t stop or gawk at us. I assumed that to the occupants of the car, we were just an ordinary group of four teenagers on our way to the pool. The girls’ swimsuits were surprisingly modest given the frequent humiliations they endured and their usual lack of privacy.

Jessie and I seemed like ordinary teenage boys – the people in the car may not have realized we were even with the girls. They walked together on the sidewalk a short distance away from us.

No one would realize that the girls had been strip-searched, and the youngest had been frolicking topless in her backyard while her family ate lunch. They didn’t know that I had just shown them my erect penis and had a small orgasm right in front of the others and they had tolerated it without saying I was a perverted porn-obsessed freak who couldn’t satisfy himself until he came four or five times in one session.

They also wouldn’t realize how naughty and taboo it was for two sisters and their brother to be nude in the same room, with ME of all people. My sister knew and, despite her proclivity to make fun of me, she had said nothing on my way out of the house.

Did she think I was cool for getting two girls in my room? Did she think they undressed to have sex with me? In a way, I wanted her to think that because it made me sound cooler than I was.

“Can I ask you to tell me the truth?” I finally asked Jessie after ten minutes of mostly silent walking to the pool. “Your sisters didn’t freak out because I came right in front of them. Are they going to think it’s weird, I can’t get my erection to go away until I jerk off a bunch of times in a row?”

I didn’t realize that Jessie’s frown was because he thought that I was gloating. I was asking the question with a genuine desire to know if that was normal.

“Is it normal to have to stand outside of the bathroom and take a piss because your dick is so hard, that you keep missing the toilet unless you stand back about three yards?” I asked.

“Gary, can we stop talking about your almighty, super hero cock?” Jessie asked me rather bluntly. I chuckled – still unsure if it really was all that magnificent or if they were just being nice. I assumed that I’d have to make a concerted effort to pay closer attention to the size of the dicks used in pornos to see if I was slightly above average.

I wanted to ask him how many times he masturbated to make his erection go away, but I suppressed the urge. I had never spoken to anyone about sex stuff – not even online and I was genuinely curious.

I assumed that maybe out of a hundred guys, I might be in the fourth quintile—like, somewhere between the 75th and 80th percentile. Above average, sure, but not anything insane. Statistically notable, not legendary. I figured if someone lined us all up in order and started handing out ribbons, I might get an honorable mention or a solid bronze, not the blue ribbon, not the centerfold.

I wasn’t even the best at math or chess in high school – I was good, but there were many better. I wasn’t used to standing out, and a part of me fantasized that I would woo the girls in my school the same way that these two cute country girls ogled my dick. I assumed most girls wouldn’t be moved that much by penis size, anyway and that I was still lacking in a hundred other areas that they valued much more like looks, charisma, confidence, and muscles.

Jessie insisted he would make me eat a knuckle sandwich if I asked one more word about my “ginormous prick”.

“Does your mom have to do whatever you tell her?” I asked the first question that popped into my head.

“No, why would you even ask that?” Jessie was taken aback by the question. I told him that I thought it was apt, given what I had seen.

After I explained what apt meant in layman’s terms, I said that he treated her like a slave. “You insisted she go get your super soaker from your room. You told her to get me a hot dog and didn’t ask. You asked my mom and were super polite.”

“I was taught to be a gentleman in someone else’s house and be polite,” Jessie assured me that was his intention. “I was raised, that you don’t have to be polite around family, you can just let your hair down and not beat around the bush – if I want a hot dog, I don’t put on airs and say a bunch of pleasantries because it would just waste my momma’s time,” Jessie explained.

I nodded in agreement.

“You don’t have to ask for something at my house, if you want something out of the fridge – take all you want, just eat all you take,” he said. I asked him if that was another of his father’s quotes, and he chuckled and admitted that it was. “My mom’s job is to take care of the cooking and cleaning, mending, laundry, and she directs the other women around the house to get it done. You think I was rude telling her to get you a hot dog, Gary?”

“It just seemed like you were her boss, and she was your servant,” I said before adding the word slave.

“I’ll be honest that I don’t fully understand why you let your sister roll her eyes and sneer at you, and get uppity, but I assume that’s just how it is at your place – your parents spoiled her and no man will want a disrespectful bitch that wouldn’t piss on a fire to put it out if it was the only way to save your life. I suppose you think how life is wrong, but where I come from, womenfolk do women's chores – men do the men's jobs, building houses, and earning a roof over the family’s head.”

“Okay, but when we left, your mom asked if she could have two beers when you told her only one,” I started to say.

He interrupted to say that he wasn’t an asshole, and he was not going to be cruel like Stump. “Stump likes being a little mean, but it’s toughened up his sisters. I just can’t be that strict – so if you are going to say that I should have told my mom she couldn’t have any because she shouldn’t try wheeling and dealing with me, I already felt a little guilty about it. June puts up with so much shit from Stump and the girls try her patience – they are more trouble than they are worth doing chores. It takes her longer to teach them how to do something and check to see if they fucked it up than it would to just to it herself,”

“I wasn’t going to suggest you were too lenient on your mother. It’s just like now, you called her June instead of mom. I’d never call my mom by her first name – and especially wouldn’t call her Bug.”

“I really didn’t do it that often either, but she doesn’t seem to mind, and I rarely call her a slut or something like I would my sisters. I can call them shit for brains and think nothing of it – because they are,” he smiled at me breezily.

I wasn’t getting through to him and I decided to be more direct with my question.

“You told her she could have one beer, and then she ASKED you if she could have two beers. Are you allowed to let her have Six? Three? She said it was a reward for being well behaved, is that something you decide?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, clearly confused. “I probably would say no to three beers. I doubt she’d get shit face and I know Donna and her used to put them back when they were strippers- but I don’t think Dad would like it if they gobbled up all his beer.”

“My mom would never ask me if she could have something or not – I don’t understand why your mom leaves it up to you.”

“I don’t know either, I’ll be honest, I guess I’ve always been able to tell her or any girl in the house to fetch me something or fix me something. Aunt Donna and Uncle Dennis only moved in recently, but she knows the way things are. I grew up watching them, but only started doing inspections recently – and so usually mom asks me if she can take a break with Donna, or have a beer.”

I found it hard to believe that Jessie was left in charge without a clear set of operational instructions on where his boundaries were. I imagined that it would lead to some really strange and unusual situations because normally the parent is the one who makes those decisions.

“Can you tell your mom to drive us to the pool? Buy us something? Is there any sort of boundary or limit to what you can tell her to do?”

“Well, she don’t have a car, and Dad gives her money for the supermarket, but she doesn’t have money of her own, so she couldn’t buy us jack squat. What do you want? Another video game? Or a chariot for that golden dick? It could play triumphant music in the background as you ride it around town.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about my penis,” I reminded him before continuing “Let’s say you did poorly on a math test. Could you insist she sign it, and not punish you?”

“You get punished if you don’t do well on a math test?”

“No, and I guess I do okay on math tests, I was thinking more along the lines of what the rules are around the house. You said you can inspect them every few hours – what happens if you forget? What happens if you insist they remain naked all day?”

“I guess they’d be bare-ass all day, but I am not on some power trip, and If I forget, Dad probably wouldn’t care in the grand scheme of things. If the women started getting uppity when he got hime, he’d figure out that I was being TOO lenient on them, but like I said, I can’t be Colonel Klink and walk around torturing them just for shits and giggles.”

“If you made my mom pull down her panties, and let you finger her butt, she’d consider it torture,” I explained before adding that his mother seemed to just accept that was the way it is – and to her it’s not torture. It’s how things are supposed to be.

“Women need some guidance, because they can be a little flighty, stubborn, lazy and if you let them – even a good woman can stray,” he shrugged. “It may not be pleasant, but some things are good for them – kind of like a flea bath for a dog.”

“That’s the second comparison of a woman to a dog that I’ve heard today,” I observed dryly. “My point is that your mom was laughing and joking and she didn’t seem offended at all when you told her to pull down her panties.”

“She wouldn’t,” he shrugged and said that was just how she was raised. “Girls don’t need modesty or privacy the same way men do. We like silence, and sports, and girls love to gab, look at my sisters going on over there, yakking away – probably talking about which one of them is going to ride your cock first.”

I shrugged and didn’t mention that it was Jessie’s suggestion we not discuss my big penis. “Let me ask it a different way- how do you know what you can and cannot tell your sisters to do? You told them to strip at my house in my room.”

“Only so you wouldn’t be such a wussy about showing us what you got – I didn’t expect Sasquatch to fall out of your pants,” Jessie frowned.

“I understand that, but you seem to be missing my question. How did you know you could tell them to strip in my room? could you tell them to strip right here on the sidewalk?”

“Out here in the street?” Jessie looked around at the identical homes. The sun was shining, only a few clouds in the sky. The sound of an occasional passing car, or a lawn mower, was the only thing that punctuated the silence and bird songs.

“Out here in the street?” Jessie asked, squinting at the row of copy-paste houses lining the block. The sun was out, bright and steady, with just a few lazy clouds drifting overhead. Lawns were trimmed, green and soft-looking, like someone had ironed the whole neighborhood flat. A mower buzzed somewhere off in the distance, and a dog barked half-heartedly two yards over. Birds chirped in the trees, squirrels darted along the fences, and once in a while a car rolled past slow, like it didn’t want to bother anyone. It looked quiet, but you could feel the presence of people—someone sipping iced tea behind a screen door, a couple chatting on a patio, a guy tugging a golden retriever down the sidewalk.

The girls stopped to pet the dog, and flirted with the guy -even though he was old enough to be their father.

“Yeah, let’s say you thought they were being naughty, teasing the guy, and you felt you needed to discipline your sisters and reinforce their role because they were getting uppity,” I used some of the words that Jessie or his mother had used to describe their family dynamic and Jessie nodded but shrugged that he wasn’t sure.

“I’ve just been trying stuff out, and usually the girls just go along with it but I haven’t been abusing my authority or up their ass like a stickler constantly. I would let them flirt with the guy and maybe warn them after that they were being too slutty and forward. If they kept doing it, I might take them home and spank them.”

“You spank your sisters?”

“Sure, not every day but, pretty much,” Jessie seemed to think that was as common as having hamburgers for lunch. “ I am not like Stump though – he spanks the girls whether they did right or wrong – says they probably did something wrong. I don’t disagree but I don’t think it teaches them much of a lesson to spank them simply because they were born with a twat, and need to be kept in line.”

“Do you spank your mother and Aunt Donna?”

“Nah, they are too big to go over my knee, and I don’t have any wooden paddles of my own. Dad keeps his in his room. They are too well behaved to need an attitude adjustment, so they almost never give me any reason to punish them.”

“Did you ever stop to think that your father may expect you to enforce the discipline evenly or that he feels the same way as Stump?”

I had no idea who Stump was – but I was getting a mental image of him as a misogynistic ogre.


“Dad’s nothing like Stump,” Jessie assured me that his father was a very even keeled man. “if he tells the girls, that he’ll spank them twenty times on the tits then that’s what he does – he doesn’t do one more or one less, and he makes them apologize and learn from their mistake.”

“Do you spank them on the tits?” I was incredibly shocked – I assumed spanking only happened on the butt.

“Holly doesn’t have much up top, and I am afraid I might pound them flatter than they already out,” he playfully joked before saying that his sisters have been pretty well behaved and he only needed to light up their bare asses to teach them a lesson. “You seem to want me to spank their titties though – is that what this is about? To see how far I can push the girls?” he asked skeptically.

“Not at all, it’s that if your father and you don’t sit down and establish what he wants you to do in some common situations, then you are making it up as you go. It’s not a question of IF, but a question of WHEN will you pick something that’s not what he would have wanted you to do in that situation.”

Jessie scratched under his chin, and blinked a few times as he tried to process what I was recommending.

“You can’t know every situation that might happen. I can’t make a rule for any time they stop to jabber-jaw with some random guy walking a dog. I am not going to say that on Sunday afternoon we’ll have grilled cheese, but the girls get peanut butter and jelly instead because I don’t want them getting uppity.”

“I am not expecting you to make a calendar of what to eat for lunch,” I said.

“Actually, I kind of want to, because sometimes mom makes stuff that I don’t really enjoy, but I am having trouble understanding what you want me to do, make up rules?”

“I asked earlier how far you can push, what kind of demands you can make, and how many times per day is enough. You told me that you were just throwing stuff against the wall and seeing what sticks,” I said.

“Shit, that sounds like something my dad would say,” he smirked before asking me to continue.

“Why don’t you go to your father, and ask him to establish the boundaries and rules for the likely things that will come up, so that you know what he wants you to do, and why. Eventually, you’ll guess wrong on how he wanted you to handle something.”

“I think I understand what you are saying,” Jessie’s eyes narrowed to a squint as he contemplated my words. “It’s like football. You find out the necessary roughness, where the goals are, what team you are on, and the boundaries, and every player knows how hard they can hit others and be hit,” he decided.

That was pretty much spot on to the question that I had.

“Dad’s a busy guy, or he’d do it all himself. I was told that I could inspect them while he is gone, and I just use my common sense about how to handle things as they come up – no need to write it all down.”

“That makes sense for you, but imagine the uncertainty of not knowing what is required of you as a woman. Your mom doesn’t know if today, you will decide she had to come with us to the pool, carry ALL the bags, and strip down in my room while I showed her my cock.”

“She’d definitely like your cock,” Jessie’s eyes brightened but added that his mother would never fuck another guy without her husband’s permission. “Mouth stuff and hand jobs don’t count as cheating, so she and Donna both would probably never believe how big your dick is and how you can keep going even after you cum.”


I had seen my need to keep jerking off after my first orgasm as a sign I was an insatiable pervert. I’d pretty much trained myself to keep jerking off after I shot my load, because I didn’t have much social life, and an orgasm usually abruptly ended my desire to watch porn. My rationale to continue after orgasm was born from wanting to actually finish the porn that I spanked my monkey with.

It dawned on me that an insatiable, horny woman might value a guy who could ejaculate and then go again without any prep time – which I could do.

[WingDing]

When I was a kid we moved from Texas to Ohio, and passed by Buck Snort on the interstate. Thought it was totally hilarious. We could even see the Buck Snort Trout Ranch from the highway. Good times.

[t0lstoy]

Great story! Maybe my favorite one you’ve posted here yet.