Life is Unfair: New July 8

[Themarble]

This is still going superb. I can imagine that along with having to kiss Karl's ass, Josef will somehow lose his shorts!

That or they'll end up soaked so badly their contents will be on display!

[TeenFan]

Life is unfair
Chapter 10. Privacy Not Guaranteed


If Josef was in his brother's shoes, or better to say in Karl's shorts, he'd be totally nervous even though he had won the contest. It would be
cool to have the overachieving and always perfect little brother kiss his ass, but dropping the back of the shorts with Lenora looking on
would have been too much. Even the satisfaction of having Karl kissing his butt cheek would pale in comparison to knowing the girl next
door is getting an eyeful of his full moon. Keeping his own shorts in place is perhaps the best outcome.

"First I kiss you. Then your brother kisses you." Lenora flicks several melon seeds from Karl's face to make him less sticky and
more presentable.

A twinge of jealousy goes through Josef upon watching the hot Lenora kiss Karl smack dab on the mouth. Lenora is two years older than
Karl and the little guy isn't deserving of such a kiss. Lenora places her hands on the younger boy's shoulders, then after a smiling glance at
Josef, she presses her lips with such gusto and enthusiasm you'd have thought she was kissing the star quarterback of the varsity
football team.

"I can taste the watermelon," Lenora says when she finally pulled back after a smooch lasting fifteen or twenty seconds.

Karl was super happy, and he has the makings of a bulge at the front of the shorts, something rare for the twelve year old. That bulge showed
even more when Karl slid the back of his shorts down, way down past the crack of his ass, the front of the shorts having plenty of slack for Karl's
boner to push outward to tent the front of the shorts.

Looking down, Karl notices the tenting, but he only laughs. Lenora notices it too, but she makes no comment about it.

Now for the punishment for coming in second in the watermelon eating contest.

"Get down on your knees," Lenora continues being the referee. "You have to kiss your brother's butt as long as I kissed Karl on the mouth.
I counted to twenty seconds. I will count out loud so you don't have to."

Karl's face is wet from melon juice, and it had seeds stuck to it. Karl's butt looks squeaky clean in comparison, but the thought of pressing
lips to this part of his stupid brother's body has Josef's stomach churning. The stomach is already churning from the four large slices of
watermelon. Why did he agree to the silly contest?

What must be done must be done. Josef got down behind his brother's behind. Karl can barely see, but he tries lo spin the head around all
the way. Lenora moves to the side and slightly behind Josef's right shoulder to get a closeup look.

"When did you last take a shower, Karl? I hope it was days and days ago." Lenora laughs and Josef cringes as he tries to recall when his
brother last got into the shower. It might have been days ago.

* * * * *

Twelve year old boys are not in the habit of bathing daily, and Karl is no exception to that. Josef can remember when he and Karl took baths together, which ended only a year or so ago. Mom would come in at least once during the bathing, and she made sure Karl's butt was clean by telling Josef to grab the washcloth and dig in there with plenty of soapy suds. Josef had turned thirteen, and was growing a patch of pubes,
but his maturation did not guarantee any bathtub privacy.

When Aunt Cecelia was at the house privacy was harder to keep. Only a few months before Josef turned fourteen she and Cousin Elrond
stayed the night. Aunt Cecilia volunteered for bath monitoring duty. She marched the three boys to the bathroom and had all three of
them get into the tub. Josef protested saying he was almost fourteen. Aunt Cecilia said, "Almost don't count. Get those clothes off." It was immediately obvious the younger brother and cousin, both still eleven years old, looked like boys while Karl has parts twice the size with a
growth of hair down there. There was barely enough room for all three to sit down in the water.

"First you guys wash your hair. Best to work from top down." Aunt Cecelia left for a while, but upon returning she insisted all three
boys stand up. "Time for butts and balls," she said, which made Karl laugh along with Elrond, but for Josef this was an intolerable invasion
of privacy. The private parts of a boy his age should not be looked upon or touched the way it is normal for the younger ones.

First the three boys faced the back wall of the tub, as Aunt Cecelia scrubbed each of their behinds. She got the washcloth up the crack
and rubbed vigorously. Next they had to turn around so the balls can be done. This included the penis of course. She started with Elrond
who did look a little embarrassed. Elrond's penis is on the small side, but his balls were larger than Karl's. Karl got scrubbed next, and his
penis is longer than Elrond's. Karl giggled uncontrollably when the aunt moved the washcloth all over it. Josef is last, and this is bad as he
has time to watch the aunt clean the cocks of the other two boys, his started to tingle and rise up. The thirteenth year is the year when
the penis starts to have a mind of its own, starts to do things that are uncontrollable.

When Aunt Cecelia finally got to the last boyhood that needed cleansing, that penis, which already was twice the size of the others when
flaccid, was standing at attention. At thirteen, Josef already measured over six inches, six and one quarter to be exact. "We certainly have grown," Aunt Cecelia marvels as she stares at her nephew's mighty meat stick made more impressive by being quite slender at that age.

As the sudsy washcloth goes to work, starting at the large head and working down, Josef can feel the sensations of fingertips massaging
each inch as his aunt's hand worked down to the ballsack, feels cloth scrapping over skin. Cousin Elrond had never seen Josef in this state
before, and the cousin switched places in the tub with Karl, bending over to take a closer look as the cloth gently is rubbed over the balls.

"Dang...that's big," Elrond can't keep the amazement out of his voice.

"Big and beautiful. This boy has no reason to be shy." Aunt Cecelia finishes with the cleaning and orders the boys out of the tub to dry off.

* * * * *

"That's a nice, beautiful butt," Lenora says, and Josef has an even better look at it. "So firm and cute. You boys stay in shape, that's nice
to see. Come on, give it a kiss."

The only way out is to go forward. Josef leans forward, pressing lips to Karl's right butt cheek. Lenora starts counting upward. "One, Two,
Three..."

The count seems deliberately slow. Karl shifts his butt back and forth, the butt skin sliding across Josef's lips. There is no taste of
watermelon the way the facial kiss was described, but it does smell like butt.

Finally the count of Twenty is reached. Before pulling his head back, Josef fleetingly has thoughts of yanking the shorts all the way down,
all the way down and off he'd yank them. It would be a little payback for past injustices. Karl has a stiffy going and that would humiliate
the younger brother tremendously to have the erection exposed for Lenora to see. However, a cool head prevailed with no action taken.
Karl yanks the shorts up without sabotage.

"You two guys are such a mess. I'm gonna give you a shower before anything else happens." Lenora turns on the hose.

It's actually not bad being hosed down in the back yard. The water isn't too cold, and both boys were a frightfully sticky mess. Lenora
controls the hose, and several times she aimed the water right at the front of the shorts. The bursts of the water spray feel most arousing.
Josef can feel a rush of energy to the nether region, getting stiff down there. Karl really doesn't care, grabbing the hose from
Lenora's hand, he tucks the end of the hose down the front of his shorts. The water runs down the legs like Karl is peeing himself.

He's too wet to go inside. Josef and Karl will have to drip dry. Josef walks around the yard, feeling the sun on the shoulders, the breeze
upon his skin. Mainly he walked away was to keep the view of the front of the shorts away from Lenora's view. Something needed to
calm down down there.

"We have another challenge for you," Karl yells out. "We both ate half a watermelon. The one who can hold off having to piss the longest
is the winner."

"What does the loser have to do," Josef asks.

"The loser has to clean up the picnic table, pick up the melon rinds, and he has to do this with his shorts hanging down in back, the way
mine were a few minutes ago."

It's another show butt penalty for losing. However, Josef is confident he can win this one. After all, being a bigger boy means he has a
bigger bladder. "Okay, I'll do it."