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“Why does your father get to decide what you do everything including who you have sex with?” I was confused – why would anyone give up autonomy?

“Helen is a hot wife, I am a hot daughter,” she said proudly as I parted her ass cheeks and began to rub lotion into her butt. She ground her hips backward and offered herself to me.

“You have sex with whoever your father tells you to have sex with?”

“When Shane or my dad has friends over, we entertain them. Sometimes, Daddy invites some of my mom’s old military buddies over, and they can’t believe she is a submissive housewife, but no one ever seems surprised I am a naughty cum gobbler. You act like it’s bad that I get to have sex. Wouldn’t you like it if your dad told you to fuck some of his friends?”

My dad only had guy friends, so I didn’t answer her question. I knew where she was going with it, though. “Don’t you want to have a regular boyfriend of your own?” I asked.

She gave a little snort. “A regular boyfriend? Like a schoolgirl waiting for some white knight to ride in and tell her she’s special and carry me off into the sunset? No thanks. You remember what I told you about my friend Mary? I’d be bored with that, and hate it.”

“What if your dad told you that you had to settle down and pick one guy?” I countered, as I lotioned up her thighs.

“You were always a smart one, George. You got me there, I suppose, I’d have to do it, even if I hated it, but I am sure my father would have a good reason for that. A lot of things he makes me do aren’t pleasant or glamorous, but they are for my own good. If I had to French kiss a guy and trade lovey-dovey cards and smooches, that’s what I’d do.”

“Okay, but what would you do if your parents wouldn’t decide for you, and you could do anything you wanted.”

Nixie seemed equally flattered that I was so interested in her and confused that I was so interested in her. I’d never met a pretty girl that was so grounded, and it came off like she had low self-esteem.


She shifted a little, eyes still on the deck. “I’d probably go to glory holes and look for cocks to suck, fuck all the guys I could fuck at school, football team, basketball team, all the old men where I live, eat all their wives’ pussies, and eventually end up with a daddy type that I don’t trust as much as my own father to control my pussy because I know I need discipline, and would behave like a cum hound in a cock store.”


I kept rubbing lotion onto her body, thinking about what she said, wondering how much was true, and how much wasn’t.

“I trust my parents to decide what is best for all of me, including my pussy, asshole, tits, and mouth. You already know I am super horny, and I’d be pregnant with brats of my own by now if I were allowed to hump whoever I wanted. I trust my older brother to decide what is best for me when we are at school. He’s always looked out for me and Giggles, and he understands I am a dirty girl that shouldn’t be spoiled and put on a pedestal, so guys can kiss my fat, disgusting, dick clenching ass.”

I hadn’t noticed it until I looked down, but she was performing tail gunner exercises for my benefit. Her asshole seemed much larger than her mother's tattooed pink rim, and reminded me of a dirty onion ring.

“Will you ever have free will?” I was hesitant to slide my fingers off of her ass, but my uncle scolded me for taking my time, and I quickly dropped to my knees, but continued observing her butt twitches.

She gave a little squeeze with her tail gunner muscles and looked back over her shoulder at me. “This is my free will, George,” she said without blinking. “I’m the one who signed up to be a mermaid. Nobody forced me. I volunteered more than three years ago to be permanently adjusted. I make stupid, hasty decisions when left to my own devices. I like being told what to do.”

“Will you always be a hot daughter, or will you ever be allowed to make your own decisions?” I rubbed lotion quickly up and down her thighs and lower legs, and then started on her feet. I didn’t enjoy that part of the exercise.

“I really haven’t thought about my long-term plan. I might join the corps; the way my parents tell it, it sounds like a lot of fun and a lot of sex. I really don’t know, but I’d prefer they tell me what I should do, George. Are you ever going to lotion up my pussy? You are driving me crazy.”

I was playing around with the outside of her pussy lips, just between her thighs. I hadn’t dared put my fingers in Nixie’s pussy because I really thought that was too much.

“He’s supposed to make you horny, you dumb vixen, you are funny and more compliant when you are begging to cum,” Stormy walked up when she noticed her daughter complaining. “You get edged, you get teased, but you don’t get to finish. What purpose does a seamen’s pussy hole serve?”

My mouth dropped open when my aunt asked that question of her daughter. I had seen and heard a lot, but this was the most vulgar and crass question yet.

“Pissing, Edging, and for leading me around with?” my cousin sounded uncertain of her response.

“You’ve done four cruises on the Salty Tuna and you still don’t know?” Stormy chided her daughter for lacking confidence and acknowledged that it was the answer.

“What about queefing?” my little brother laughed, he was finishing up applying lotion to Cherry. My little sister looked absolutely mortified. Her nipples were bright red, and she seemed physically aroused and unable to contain herself.

“Queefing is for comic relief, it’s a sound our twats make when they get full of air, but it’s not one of its purposes,” my aunt said, taking him seriously. She lifted one leg, cocked it, and effortlessly, let go - blasting a trumpet like queef – which blew my brother's mind and sent him into hysterics.

I couldn’t believe my aunt had been such a good sport about it, and I was worried she’d just created a monster. My little brother loved all sorts of poop and fart humor, and the rude noise my aunt made had severely tickled his funny bone. He even imitated it with his lips, quivering them the way her lips had quivered when she let out a rippled blast of pussy air from her bald twat.

“What is a seaman’s disgusting asshole used for?” my aunt asked Nixie to recite back the answer.

“Pooping, spanking, and humiliating us,” Nixie said.

“Ehnt,” Stormy reached out and twisted Nixie’s nipples. “It’s birth control, you offer up that stinky ass to satisfy a man instead of getting pregnant. It’s purpose is to amuse your betters. You are a dumb bimbo, but you know that” she was clearly disappointed in Nixie.

“Farts!” Kevin held his stomach, laughing and pointing in the direction of my aunt, clearly expecting her to do the same thing, except this time actually fart.

My aunt seemed like she may have finally had enough humiliation and degradation. She paused and frowned at him, while he laughed and pointed out at her, making farting noises.

“Want to see something cool?” Shane interjected. He had finished with my older sister, and joined us.

“Obviously,” Kevin was thrilled by the offer from our cousin.

“Nixie and Stormy, Ass to ass, squash cheeks, legs apart, eyes straight ahead, pussies on parade,” Shane ordered the girls to re-arrange themselves effortlessly as if he had done this a trillion times before.

His mother obediently took her place, facing away from Nixie, and the two of them bumped ass, looking expectantly as if they knew what was coming next.

“On three, I want you to fart into each other’s asses, failure to load, means you’ll be nose deep in your target’s ass for a second barrage! One, secure your cheeks.”

My soft-spoken cousin demonstrated a surprising sense of humor, with a completely deadpan, stone-cold seriousness.

The girls looked nervous; both of them seemed to be preparing, sucking in air, and looking deeply embarrassed.

“Two brace for impact, fart in the hole, load them up, ladies, stink bombs on command – ass blast, Three, rip it and fire.”

I heard the sound of two disgusting lady farts, fripping out of their asses, along with a few giggles and tittering laughs. The two women stood there naked, back to back, and waited.

“Holy shit!” Kevin couldn’t believe what he had seen. He was absolutely astounded. “Greatest day ever!”

Nixie and her mother flashed half-smiles, seemingly glad they past the test at the expense of their dignity.

“Who hasn’t been coated in pig grease?” Tom had seen the entire spectacle and seemed unsurprised. My mother stood next to him, a deep shade of red, like she was caught red-handed in a crime.

Nixie raised her hand, “Cunt, tits, face,” she said. Everyone else had been lubed up.

“George, I said five minutes a side, not thirty. Are you uncomfortable touching my daughter?” Tom asked me quite seriously.

“No,” I lied. I was very bashful, but I didn’t want to say that I didn’t want to touch her.

“Then get your fingers in there, rub the lips and all around the clit, fat belly, poky tits, and neck. You had one job to do and that’s rub my horny daughter’s twat with pig grease. There is no free chicken on this boat, son. Let’s Charlie Mike.”

I managed to rub Nixie’s bald, wet pussy, with a straight face, proceeded to lotion up her tummy, and her tits, all the while my cock felt like it was going to spooge right on Nixie’s thigh. She would have enjoyed that. We didn’t keep talking because everyone else watched me finish the job quickly.

I was reminded to scrawl something with my finger on Nixie’s back. It was a difficult decision, because it seemed like Tom was serious about suntanning something onto their backs.


“Let’s start with Pearl.” Tom smacked my mom playfully on her big butt and told her to guess what he wrote.

“Will I get in trouble if I get it wrong?”

“I am not a cruel bastard, Pearl,” Tom smiled at her sweetly. There was a little sarcasm in his face, though. He was making her guess what humiliating word he intended the sun to write on her back today. “You’ll get five extra minutes of free-bee time if you guess it right, and no punishment if you get it wrong.”

My mom seemed somewhat disappointed, as if she expected more of a challenge, or she was simply confused by why this activity warranted a guessing game.

“It was a long word, but I have no idea Pearl admitted at last. Her voice had that warm, house-proud tone she used when reminding us to eat our vegetables or asking if we’d finished our homework, the kind of motherly cadence that didn’t belong on a bare deck with her ass in the air. It was impossible for me to guess my mother’s agenda for volunteering herself for this, but there was no mistaking the 50’s house wife tone of voice my mother frequently used. It almost seemed as if she was afraid to answer because she didn’t want to be right and hurt Tom’s feelings.


“Guess,” Tom insisted.

“Hot wife?” my mom seemed ashamed of herself, and proud at the same time.

“That’s a good one, no. I wrote Wookie,” Tom turned her around to show the rest of us the thick lettering he had carved out of the lotion to allow the word to burn into Pearl’s back.

“What does that mean?” I wasn’t shocked that Pearl was blissfully unaware of one of the most iconic Star Wars references. She smiled, even though she had lost.

“It’s Chewbacca, Grrrllllllrrrrllrrlrrl,” Kevin imitated the most well-known Wookie of all time, but our mom still didn’t get it.

“It’s because you have a hairy piss box. That disgusting patch of girl pubes is going to come off when you go below deck before you get caged,” Tom informed her and asked if Stormy told her to shave before setting off today.

It wasn’t lost on me that Tom mentioned putting my mother in a cage, and yet my mom didn’t seem surprised at all.

“Helen, I mean Stormy mentioned it, but I was frankly unsure if this was really going to happen. As you know, my daughters were on the fence about shipping out.”

“First, you don’t have daughters on this cruise. You have fellow seamen,” Tom seemed annoyed. “Secondly, what is the worst that would have happened if you had buzzed that bush? You’d have a hairless crotch? If you are serious about being a hot wife, then you don’t own that hairy pleasure box. You will pluck each hair out at dinner, one by one.”

My mom glanced at Dennis. This was a moment that I had been expecting. I assumed it was only a matter of time before Pearl had enough of this treatment and became Barb Bennett, PTA mom, and high school secretary again.

My older sister Jinx looked triumphant as she observed the same thing that I did. She didn’t just smirk; she held her chin high like she had been expecting things to boil over all along.

It was the kind of expression you give when a long-running bet finally pays out, and you can already taste the victory lap before anyone else knows there was even a race. I didn’t know why, but I could tell that Jinx wanted desperately to see what happened next, so she could begin gloating.

It made sense in a way. Jinx had been pushing the whole mermaid thing harder than anyone. Every time Pearl blushed or hesitated, Jinx looked like she was tallying it up on an invisible scorecard. Watching my mom agree to pluck herself bare at dinner, Jinx’s expression told me she had just cashed in her bet.

My mom drew herself up and said in that same PTA-meeting voice, “If that’s what’s required, then that’s what I’ll do.” It sounded like she was volunteering for bake sale duty, but the words meant something else entirely here.

Pearl looked at Dennis, hoping for guidance or perhaps sympathy.

“You aren’t a hot wife yet,” he told her flatly. “You’re a seaman, same as every other girl on this crew. All of you were supposed to have hairless cooters and pooters – nothing below the neck, that’s what you were told. I told you that before we set out. You wanted to coddle Jinx and Cherry instead of making them follow orders and being the bad guy. Now, you have Wookie on your back, and that’s to remind you that those thick, sweaty, pissy hairs were on your beaver. You expect me to go down on that?

My dad could be snippy, and a little bit selfish. I assumed my mother would respond by yelling at him and calling him an asshole for not defending her. That’s what she’d do at home.

Pearl’s face went red. She didn’t argue. “It’s going to hurt to pluck out one hair at a time, a lot!”

“It won’t kill you, and it will be a good reminder to keep that fat pussy sleek, shiny, and ready for battle,” Tom added.

“Do the girls have to do it as well?” Pearl was clearly talking about Jinx and Cherry, because the others were hairless. “Pluck, that is? You are right. I didn’t make them, but I don’t want to be the bad guy. I need you to be the one who makes us do it.”

That last line Pearl said really sank in. I overanalyzed it in my head and thought about it a lot. I am not sure if anyone else noticed my mother’s tone, but it sounded like she was imploring my father to step up and take over running the house. Dennis worked a lot, and he left the tactical day-to-day decisions to my mother. He rarely confronted Jinx, because she had a way of confronting him and bickering that made my father uncomfortable and back down rather than put up with her bitching.

“If you leave it to me, the three of you will be seamen when we get home, so be careful what you wish for, Pearl. I don’t like Barb that much, but I love her. I am not sure how I feel about Pearl right now, but I am going to enjoy watching you pluck your pussy hair like an out-of-tune banjo and wail around the kitchen. Are you sure you aren’t going to bitch if I take over?”

Pearl looked like she was thinking it over, perhaps even imagining how painful the experience she was going to have plucking herself would be.

“Exactly,” Dennis took Pearl’s hesitation for reluctance and refusal. He declared that this ship was the equivalent of a fantasy version of The Love Boat. “You can walk around out here in the ocean with your ass out, but if you want to be a hot wife, you’ll fuck, suck, and take it up the ass, like a big girl. There will be no days off from hot wifeling. You get hard rules, tough love, and discipline that sticks, and the girls do as well. I am not going to put up with any shit or attitudes when the three of you get your period and decide to bitch and moan. I’d have never let Tracy and Denise come on this boat with hairy beavers. I’d have picked names for them, too! I’d have picked a name for you!”

My mom’s reaction surprised me; Pearl swooned a little and asked him what name he would have chosen.

“It wouldn’t have been fucking Wookie or Chia pet, that’s for fuck sure. You are the only bitch dumb enough to show up on a slut cruise with a hairy pussy, and be shocked when you are expected to have a bald pussy even though your sister told you SEVERAL times what you needed to do to prepare. Did you do the exercises?”

My mom was disappointed that Dennis didn’t answer her question. “Yes, some of them, but a few required butt plugs, and others needed a partner.”

“I was working, Pearl. I couldn’t stay up all night fucking with you, and I won’t be able to when you are a hot wife. I have to pay the bills, while you fuck around at school, just working part-time as a secretary. I don’t get to sit on my ass all day and hand out candy while laughing with the principal. I should put you in a tank top and send you out to mow lawns and suck cocks for money!”

My mother looked shocked but didn’t say she wouldn’t.

My uncle appeared ready to put a stop to the domestic squabble, but Dennis announced that she would chicken out long before then.

“I don’t want to argue, especially in front of everyone else,” Pearl admitted, her lips quivering as she looked around apologetically. “I don’t want to keep doing things the way we have been doing them. I trust you to be in charge of the household, and I want to be a hot wife – I am sorry that I didn’t shave my pussy, and I am sorry I didn’t insist the girls do it as well.”

My dad was surprised; ordinarily, Pearl would bring up some past argument if she was losing the current one, and things would escalate.

I could tell that Jinx wanted to throw fuel on the fire, but I wasn’t entirely certain why. My dad seemed thrown off by Pearl’s capitulation, and it seemed like the argument was going to peter out on its own.

Naturally, that’s exactly when my older sister decided to throw some fuel on the fire.

Jinx planted her fists on her hips, bare tits jiggling as she leaned forward, and snapped, “You talk about our pussies like they are furniture and we aren’t even the room. You discuss my ass like you know what to do with it better than I do, and like it belongs to you. I only agreed to this stupid cruise because I knew Pearl wouldn’t follow through. She never does. And if she quits, I win. That was the bet.”

I knew it! I knew there was some ulterior motive behind why my older sister complied without a big argument. Cherry sought approval, and she was my mom’s shadow. I wasn’t entirely surprised she agreed when Pearl did, but Jinx was too loud and obnoxious to just capitulate.

“Bet?” almost everyone on the ship asked the same question that I did when they heard my older sister mention it.

“Yeah, Mom told me that she’d make me move out and get a real job to support myself now that I am about to graduate, unless I agreed to get locked up and adjusted. I knew Nixie wore a cage because she and her sister slept on the floor in my room when they spent the weekend. Anytime they visit, they are super horny and boy crazy. I didn’t think Aunt Helen did, but that tracks,” Jinx dropped the pretense of using mermaid names.

My mother looked ashamed of herself as Jinx revealed their secret agreement.

“Mom said we had to follow the same rules on the boat, and I told her if she would, then I would because I didn’t think she’d actually make it this far.”

Pearl didn’t seem surprised by that comment; obviously, Jinx had made that comment before. “I told her that I’d do anything she’ll do, as long as it’s way out here in the middle of the ocean, where nobody I know can see how embarrassing this is, but I actually thought my aunt was fucking with us when she told us the rules.”

My aunt frowned, folded her arms across her chest, and seemed livid. Tom glanced at her and wordlessly signaled that she shouldn’t interrupt.

“Now, you want to adjust us at home? All the time? I can’t date whoever I want?” Jinx wasn’t worried about her little sister; she was clearly only concerned about her own comfort and ability to go on dates, do her hair, and the freedom to talk on her cell phone.

“I haven’t decided yet what the rules will be after the cruise, but on the boat, you’ll obey. I didn’t agree to any bet, and it doesn’t surprise me that your mom felt like she had to bribe and negotiate with you to get you to come out here and sweat a little like the other women in the family. The rules are the same for all girls, Jinx,” Dennis said firmly.

“Why can’t the rules be the same for all the guys? George and Kevin get to laugh about farts, and laugh at us!”

My dad seemed flustered, and I could tell that he wasn’t sure what he would say to that.

“You know why, Tracy! And I don’t care if I get in trouble for calling you by your real name. You aren’t acting like a Mermaid. You are being a little cunt. Guys need freedom and ambition, and girls are supposed to aspire to be good wives and mothers – that’s it! Any time you put on airs and snap at people, bitch and complain, that life isn’t fair, you are just showing how naïve you are. Everyone knows life isn’t fair because it wasn’t meant to be fair. Giraffes are tall, ants are small, fish swim, birds fly, and birds don’t get angry at fish and demand their father give them gills so they can swim. They accept that they will never swim, because they weren’t born with gills, but they have wings. They have to lay eggs and fly,” My mom finally lost her temper and spoke her mind without taking a breath so that no one could interrupt her before she finished her point.

My mom didn’t raise her voice; she never did. She gets pissy and passive-aggressive, and that’s what she did here. I’ve never heard her espouse those beliefs before, but I knew that she was old-fashioned, and a lot of people from her generation believed that women were the weaker sex and entitled to fewer rights and were entitled to less modesty.

”You always say that, but you have been putting on airs, working at a school, and talking to dad like he is the dumbest motherfucker on earth,” Jinx fired back.

“That changes today, Tracy. I will continue as a seaman, and you will as well. No buts about it, and you will pluck your nasty little pussy if they tell you to pluck it, one hair or two at a time. When we get home, your father will decide if you and Cherry get adjusted, but I can tell you that having been to my sister’s house many times, they like their daughters much better with the adjustment.”

“Wait,” Kevin said, just connecting the dots and piecing together a clue. “You’ve been visiting Aunt Helen and Uncle Tom by yourself for entire weekends. You said you were just going to visit, but you were there to be disciplined, weren’t you?”

My mom blushed, offered a wintry smile, and she didn’t have to say she had, for us to all realize that was exactly what she did. I assumed she had gone shopping for boring shit at the outlet mall with my aunt and never thought about it.

“Yes, I was getting adjusted, Kevin. I was worried you or your brother would figure it out,” my mother confessed.

Dad seemed disappointed she hadn’t included him.

“Your father was always busy, and I knew none of you wanted to hang out with me, so I told you that I was going to go curtain rod shopping. It was to practice and learn what it’s like to be kept in line. To see if it was something that might be helpful for us. I wasn’t sure if it was right for me, or for the girls, but Helen thought I should try. I am a natural submissive; I know that about myself. I take pleasure in pleasing others, in being useful, but I wasn’t sure if that was a path that I wanted for all of us.”

“Wait, but you invited us out there? What if we had said yes?” I asked.

“I knew you would never say yes, George. I am a very boring woman, with boring hobbies and a boring little life. I wanted to change that. I made the girls come with me the last few weekends, and they’ve been far more pleasant at home, haven’t they?”

I hadn’t thought about it, but my sisters had been far more bearable and less inclined to bitch, complain, or pick arguments. They even cleaned up after themselves at times.

“I locked up their pussies, and I locked up mine, and they were very motivated to get out and play with themselves, so they were willing to behave at home. It was domestic bliss, but without your father’s involvement, it felt dishonest. I pretended that the cruise was our first exposure to being disciplined, but we’ve actually done this several times without any of you present. It’s far more embarrassing now that you see me like this,” she admitted.

I had so many questions running through my head. If she had gone to visit them, why hadn’t she shaved her pussy? How did she get my sisters to participate, and what did it mean to lock up their pussies?

“You didn’t choose Pearl when you boarded the ship,” My brother beat me to asking a question about what was said. “I thought you agreed to it a little too easily. You had these names picked out before you got here, didn’t you?”

“Good job, Sherlock Holmes,” Our older sister let out a single laugh, clearly not surprised he figured it out. “They let mom call herself Pearl, but they chose Jinx for me, because it means someone who shoots down her own fighter plane, and is bad luck. They picked Cherry for Denise because she acts like a virgin who thinks everybody is nasty, but she’s just as dirty as any other girl. They told us to pretend we just thought of them, because Mom didn’t want to admit we’ve been getting our butts smacked, and our pussies locked up before the cruise.”

“I just wanted less bickering, more harmony, like it is at my sister's house. Everyone there knows their role; they don’t argue or bicker. They don’t argue over stolen panties because they don’t wear them.”

My sisters frequently fought over clothes, and my little sister would often snatch my older sister’s panties and pretend she had bought them.

“I thought if I told you before we tried it, you might think I was nuts, or get jealous that I was going to my sister's house for this, and I didn’t want the boys to have to worry about me. I needed to try it a little, but I think it’s for the best that we adopt our own rules at home. We don’t have to try to do things the same way my sister does, but do you remember when they mentioned the woman that came with them on the cruise last year?”

“Helen’s friend the Dependapotamus?” Dennis asked. “The one that lives off her husband’s money, gosh, I wonder where she got that idea,” Dad implied that my mother did the same thing, even though she worked part-time.

“Let me guess, they got a happy ending after they went back home to her husband, batted her eyes, wiggled her naked ass, promised to be his hot wife so she could fuck a bunch of strange men, and now they all live in domestic bliss?” Dennis asked, somewhat skeptically.

I didn’t know that my mother intended to be a hot wife until that day, and it seemed like from my father’s tone he wasn’t completely on board with it.

“We discussed me being adjusted to become a hot wife, and I thought you were on board with it. If you have concerns, we don’t have to go down that path, Dennis,” my mom said politely.

“How about Hot husband? I fuck all your friends, and you get to sit there and watch?” My dad seemed petty, angry, vindictive, and a tad bit jealous of her.

“Sure, if you want my overweight, friends, I’d love to be required to watch you lick their pussies and pleasure them like you would have me, if that turns you on. That’s not how I think my sister’s relationship works though,” Mom replied.

“I agreed to fuck anyone Tom says, anytime he says, anywhere he says, any WAY he says in ANY hole, he says. I share my time, my body, my affection, ONLY at his pleasure and discretion, and never at my own. Tom gets off on seeing other men want me. He knows I belong to him, and he only shares me when he wants to. I haven’t had a cock in this saddle in three months,” my aunt slapped her pussy lips. “He knows I am a dirty, skanky pig that likes to get rode hard and put away wet. Tom loves to let me think I am going to get laid, only to trot me out, show me off, get me hot and bothered thinking I am going to get some dick, and then his friends laugh while I groan and beg for their cum. The more he refuses, the more it makes me want it, and it works for us, but it requires that he trust me and not get jealous.”

“He doesn’t trust you THAT much,” Dad pointed out that my Uncle locks up her pussy when he isn’t around.

“He’s right not to let me play with myself, or get distracted and tempted, but that’s not what I mean by trust, Dennis. I mean that he trusts that I belong to him; I want no one else but him, spiritually and mentally. Dick is dick, and I’ll sit on little ones, big ones, curved ones, straight ones, black ones, brown ones, white ones, but the only heart and mind that I truly love belongs to Tom George – a fucking Navy cake-eating desk jockey that tamed my dirty, wet pussy and put me in my place. He trusts that I belong to him, and I know my place, and he knows his is above me.”

My mother swooned openly when her sister said that but my aunt wasn’t bragging. She was just stating a fact.

“We have a power exchange relationship, with Tom as head of household. He wears the pants; I wear the cage. It works for us, it worked for Catherine, but not the same way it does for me,” my aunt explained.

We clearly wanted to hear more, so my mother continued Catherine’s story.

“I met Catherine after her adjustment, but I could tell her and her daughters used to be lazy, selfish brats, and they drove her ex-husband off a long time ago. She thought she was going to lie around by the pool, drink margaritas, but she pissed through the money and couldn’t manage it herself,” my mom explained flatly.


“She figured she’d sponge off her parents at the nudist resort and eventually pick up a sugar daddy who would put up with her and her daughters’ shit,” my aunt added for color.

“Figures,” Dad muttered.

“They were spoiled rotten, selfish, vain, lazy, basically typical women without anyone to keep them in line,” my mom decided. She looked right at Jinx and implied she was on the same path. Jinx huffed but didn’t argue or interrupt.

“They met my sister, and she offered them a solution. My sister and her husband adjusted them on the cruise. It made a world of difference. After they got back last year, Catherine ended up moving back in with her parents at the Hidden Valley nudist resort. The parents were very supportive of the discipline plan and put Catherine on a schedule like she was back in high school. Every morning, she was out on the track at the resort.”

“Working the track, like a hooker?” Dad asked in surprise.

“No, like a prize race horse, trussed up in buckles, leathers, with a leather tail up her ass while pulling a wagon with her mother in it. She ran laps until she was coated in sweat and ready to puke, while the rest of her country club friends laughed at her fall from grace. They ran her until she worked off the fat, smacked her ass when she didn’t want to get out of bed, and basically treated her like a beloved pet.”

I was shocked by my mom’s blunt story, but there was more to it. She didn’t normally speak like this around me, and it excited me to hear her be this crass instead of smoothing it over. Most of the time she sugar coated things to sound g-rated, and wholesome.

“After my sister handed Catherine over to her parents, they worked with them to establish some tough love rules at home and clear expectations. They didn’t let her loaf or pout. They made her haul carts of towels and coolers for the tourists like a human taxi, and then by the afternoon, she was working in the spa, rubbing oil on fat businessmen and giving them ‘happy endings’. If she jerked off enough customers and earned her quota for the day, she got to rub one out herself, right there in front of everyone in the common areas of their house. No privacy, sometimes they made Catherine so horny and frustrated, that they put her in the window with the curtains wide open and made her play with herself so the neighbors could watch.”

I was astounded that my mother sounded like she was impressed by Catherine’s dedication and not horrified. I wondered what the neighbors truly thought of Catherine after that.

“Sometimes they would promise she could cum, and then after letting her get super horny, they’d stop right at the moment she began to moan and have an orgasm! I know how frustrating that is,” My mom sounded envious and excited despite seeming empathetic.

“That’s called a ruined orgasm,” my aunt cut in, like she was teaching us vocabulary. “Her daughters were just like her, only worse because of her influence. We handed over the keys to their locks, taught her parents how to keep them motivated, and they use carrot and stick to keep the four of them in line.”

“She had three daughters?” Dad was shocked.

“Yep, all three were useless cunts, that did nothing but bicker and put each other down when they had nobody else to make miserable. They say misery loves company; these three loved each other! “Yep,” Stormy said, quick and sharp. “All three were useless sluts until they were adjusted. One of them popped out a baby before we got to her. No money, no job, just big tits and stretch marks. We set her up to sell that milk at the flea market to Mexican families that needed extra breast milk for all the rugrats they kept popping out. She’d also peddle her titty cream to lonely men who liked the taste. She found it degrading and humiliating, but she found a way to make her big fat tits useful for something other than playing with them.”

“It’s fucking humiliating and degrading to have to do that,” Jinx frowned.

“A little humiliation never hurt anyone,” our aunt shot back without hesitation. “We check in on them every now and then, and they don’t fight, or argue. They surrendered the attitude and accepted that their parents know what is best for them. They don’t bitch, they don’t fuck around and do drugs, smoke, drink, or piss away their money.”

I felt like my aunt was really talking to Jinx and Cherry and not about this other family at all.

I normally keep quiet and remain reserved in situations where my parents are having a heated discussion, but I blurted out a question as soon as it popped into my head. “ Pearl, If we go home after the cruise and adjust you, whatever that means, are you going to be like Nixie, where you are a mermaid all the time?”

Nixie had told me I could smack her butt anytime I wanted, and about how her rules involved semi-consensual interactions, but I couldn’t imagine it working that way at my house.

‘I don’t know, George. I don’t want to put too much on you and your brother, and your father may not be on board with progressing things after the cruise. I can definitely tell you that Mermaids work for my sister and her family, but they may not work for us. I can also tell you that I don’t want to be a Wookie, whatever that is, and make grrrllllll noises like your brother did,” my mom snickered, adding a little honest levity to the conversation, even though she absolutely butchered a proper Wookie growl.

I was such a Star Wars nerd that I knew that Wookies spoke in a complex series of growls and howls called Shyriiwook.

“Fuck no,” my older sister whined. “You said if we obeyed Uncle Tom on the practice runs and worked as seamen on the cruise, it would prove that my sister and I were good girls, and that we don’t need further adjustment after that! Can we finish this cruise and not bring it home?” My sister surprised me because she seemed reasonable when she made the request.

“I said that you MIGHT NOT need further adjustment. You behave at your aunt’s trailer over the weekend. You get your little pussy button held down and reset. Then you behave for a little while and are a genuine pleasure to be around, Jinx. Tracy is a bitch, Jinx is a good girl. Slowly over time, Jinx fades out, and Tracy comes back as horny, entitled, and confrontational. You and your sister start bickering and having attitude,” Mom explained.

“I am not that bad, am I, Mom?” Cherry seemed desperate for validation and approval from Mom.

“You aren’t supposed to address me as mom, you only follow rules when you want, and you are hornier than your sister. How many times have I caught you playing doctor with the neighbor?”

“Three,” Cherry didn’t realize my mother was being rhetorical. I was shocked, I hadn’t heard about anything like that.

“Our neighbor is older than your father, and don’t give me that baby voice and puppy dog eyes, Cherry. How many times have I caught you on your back in the tub, legs above your head, letting the water fall on your pussy?”

I wondered which neighbor was fucking around with my little sister.

“Recently?” my little sister blushed as she stared at my brother and me, trying to pretend to be innocent. “Only a few times, recently!”

“We aren’t going back to shore, Cherry. Your brothers are going to find out you are a dirty girl, so you can stop the act. Do I need to tell them about what you do with their tissues after they jerk off in them?”

I was really shocked that my little sister did anything with them, or that my mother knew that’s what I did with all the tissues in my wastepaper basket.

“That’s just playing with ourselves, everybody does it, right?” Jinx countered and then glared at me. “How come the guys can bust a nut in a tissue, and you don’t say a word, but if you catch us if you catch us humping a hairbrush, you act like we need immediate correction because we are as nasty as Aunt Helen, Nixie, and Giggles!”

My aunt didn’t dispute that she was perverted; she simply reminded Jinx that her name was Stormy on the boat.

“You don’t just finger yourself and hump your hairbrush now and then, Jinx. You sneak boys in, sometimes two at a time, and you charge money to let guys bust a nut on your face at your school, then you get so many offers, you bring your little sister in on it.”

Jinx’s frown became more of a grimace, and she blushed while glaring at us. “You said you wouldn’t tell Dad and my brothers if I complied with the rules.”

“Tell them what? The truth? That you got suspended, because you were charging twenty bucks to get on your knees behind the bushes, and let guys shoot a load in your mouth and face?”

“I wasn’t letting them fuck me and risking pregnancy! It was just mouth stuff,” Jinx glared at my mom and then admitted, “Okay, I probably won’t live most of what you see me do over the summer, so yes, George and Kevin. I was a whore, and I basically pimped Cherry’s face out. We didn’t fuck for cash.”

“You hadn’t started fucking for cash, but it was only a matter of time. I am sure you got offers, right?” My aunt clearly knew all about their escapades.

“How come I wasn’t told about this?” Dad interrupted to ask a question before Jinx could defend herself.

“You work all the time, and you leave it to me to manage the girls. They are a handful. They hump the banister, they like to go out of the house in short skirts with no panties, and flash random guys. If I told you I caught Jinx tying up her cousins when they slept over, and putting Barbie dolls up their butts, what would you say?”

“Did they?” my dad was shocked.

“That was years ago!!” Jinx was bright red with shame and humiliation.
“Don’t tell me when Nixie came over to spend the weekend, you didn’t tease and play with her in your room,” My mom called my big sister out.

“Not since the corrections began at their house!” Jinx insisted, and then when my mother glared at her, to insist that Jinx tell the truth. “Okay, Nixie seduced ME and offered to eat my pussy. How could I say no to that?”

“She’s your cousin, and you knew the two of you weren’t supposed to be eating each other’s pussies. You could have said no, but you are a naughty girl that can’t resist having her pussy licked if anyone – even your dirty cousin offers to go down on you,” my mom added.

Jinx frowned and looked a little defeated. I heard her huff under her breath. “You wouldn’t say anything if it were Kevin or George. I bet they’d let her suck their dicks.”

“Boys will be boys,” Pearl shrugged that accusation off. “They are like dogs. If you drop a steak, they are going to eat it. Your cousin IS a steak. She can wag her twat and guys will come running to have a sniff, or a feel. You can as well. Your brothers can’t just wave their dicks and have the same reaction. They also can’t get pregnant, so if they stroke it, all they will do is get tired and take a nap after shooting out a little squirt of jizz. You just build up your horny feelings, until you go act on them, so, it’s safer to lock your pussy up.”

“That’s not fair,” my big sister insisted.

“It’s not fair you have nicer tits and are cuter than me, and if I wanted to be a hot wife, most guys would look right past me, and at you!” our mom countered bluntly. She was normally so g-rated, but she dropped that pretense with my older sister. It seemed like that was how they talked when I wasn’t around.


“It’s not fair that you get to play with yourself any time you want, and your cousins pussies are locked up. All girls should be treated equally, don’t you agree?” my aunt added. Jinx didn’t like that one at all. She didn’t even look at my aunt after she said that.



“Good point, Stormy. It’s not fair that we’ve been arguing, bickering, and interrupting your uncle’s vacation with your whining when you SWORE you wouldn’t bring your drama! But here we are,” Pearl added.

“You told my brothers and dad about me getting suspended for letting guys jerk off on my face!”

“Suspended?” Dad was shocked, and so was I. I hadn’t heard that part of the story. I tried to think about the times that my sister missed school and piece together when this must have happened.

“Bukkake blues!” Kevin shouted, holding up a finger in jubilant celebration of my sister’s business idea.

“Bukakke whites, more like it,” Shane added with a straight faced grin.

“You want to know what WILL be fair, Jinx? You, me, and Cherry will be equal on this boat. I am older than you, and I was offered a chance to be a boss, but I didn’t want it, and I still don’t,” Mom added.

“That’s stupid, and you are stupid for not taking the offer. If I were the boss of you,…” my eldest sister jumped at the chance for authority. I assumed she stopped because she realized she probably shouldn’t make a threat that she can’t keep.

Pearl arched an eyebrow and looked at my sister like she was daring her to spill her guts.

“If I were the boss of you, I’d make you stand on the bow with your big tits out like a figurehead woodcarving, white sticky seagull shit dripping down your spread ass crack as everyone throws garbage at your open mouth. I’d leave you out there when we came to dock and charge every tourist with a camera to pose with you. Then I’d bend you over the rail, double-barreled pucker drills in front of Kevin, and feed you nothing but beans so you can’t stop queefing and farting, that’s just for starters. We’d call that a P-day, processing day!”

My mom seemed mildly hurt, but slightly amused, despite seeming largely terrified.

Kevin found it hysterical. He loved how the idea had goosed our mom and older sister. He loved how innocently Cherry had laid out the very naughty idea of treating them both like beloved pets, like it was the most natural idea in the world.

I have to admit, I thought it was incredibly taboo, naughty, and I felt guilty that I found it much more sexually arousing than I did hysterical. I knew I shouldn’t feel that way, but the visual in my head of the two of them in collars with their butts in the air, walking behind my little sister, involuntarily made my dick spurt a little pre-cum on my thigh.

“If I were the boss,” Cherry decided to add her own leadership regime. “I’ve always wanted puppies. I’d make both of you be my puppies, put you on leashes, and walk you like dogs when we get to Jamaica, out on the white sugar sand! I’d feed you out of a dog dish and pet your heads! Then we’d snuggle at night!”

The scenario that my little sister painted was strangely tender and loving, despite being deeply humiliating. It was clear she meant it.

“I am not going to make or dictate any rules for the two of you,” Mom countered. “I can promise you one thing. I don’t have the tenacity or bluster of my sister to be a head seaman and manage you girls like Moe to Larry and Curly. We’d all three have the same rules, and they’d be whatever your father thinks is FAIR and GOOD for us – not revenge to get even because he hates me,” Pearl insisted and implied that was what their rules were about.

“I don’t hate you. I just think maybe if you got the full treatment, you’d eventually be so embarrassed that you want to give up,” Jinx said.

“Yeah, and I don’t hate you, Mom, I mean Pearl. I love you! I want you and Jinx to be my loyal puppies, because you would be my best friends and I could take you everywhere! I’d protect you and feed you. If I hated you, I’d leave you tied up, buried in the sand, face down with your ass up, so I could park my bicycle in your ass crack, and then I’d dig your face out enough so you could breathe and watch the water slowly rise. I’d let the crabs pinch your tits and the seagulls peck your nipples while you played with yourself so the homeless guys around the pier could laugh at you when I pull your hand away and ruin another orgasm!”

My little sister was usually my mother’s biggest fan, and seemed innocent and goofy- but suddenly her idea of the rules seemed far more cruel than Jinx.


Pearl tilted her head at her youngest. “You wouldn’t really do that to me if you were in charge of the women in the house, would you?”

Cherry giggled like it was the silliest question in the world. “Of course I would. You and Jinx would wear collars with little bells, and I’d take you out for walks in the yard so everyone could see my puppies. I’d feed you from bowls on the floor and scratch behind your ears when you wagged your tails. At night you’d sleep curled up on the rug at the foot of my bed. That way I’d never be lonely.”

She tapped her chin, then added with a shrug, “If I didn’t love you, I’d tie you up outside and make you bark for scraps, maybe leave you in the rain. But I do love you, so you’d get warm blankets and treats. You’d be my good girls.”

My little sister’s cutesy, bouncy, bubbly voice made the scenario seem strangely far more sexual than it should have seemed. It was absurd, over the top, and I could definitely picture the jingling silver bells, and Cherry skipping along, laughing at the park with her two puppies on leashes.

“You just mean if you were the boss when we are in Jamaica, right? Not like back home all the time?” Pearl visibly quivered as she imagined Cherry’s fantasy become reality..

Dennis snorted. “What’s the matter, Pearl? Afraid I’ll put your wet behind-the-ears cum-faced slut of a daughter in charge of you?” He leaned on the rail, amused at his own line. “I had no idea my little girl was such a horny little perv. All that has proven to me is that girls can’t be trusted to be in charge.”

Cherry frowned and pouted when her father dashed her fantasy before it ever began. I was genuinely shocked that my little sister wanted to keep my mother and older sister as a pet puppy, and I could tell they were dismayed.

Kevin seemed more than a little amused by the notion, and I could tell he thought the idea might be fun to explore, even if it wasn’t realistic.


Kevin nudged me with his elbow, grinning like he had a secret. “I could picture Cherry, feeding mom and Jinx from a can of Alpo, and walking them out in the backyard, couldn't you?"

I noticed that as my little brother painted a mental image, both my mother and older sister became visibly a little mortified and uneasy. Cherry seemed quite amused by the idea.

"I don't know that I'd feed either of them REAL dog food, I am not cruel, Kevin!" Cherry wrinkled her nose, eyes widening as if Kevin had just tracked mud into her perfect fantasy. Her lips puckered, halfway between a pout and a smirk, and she tilted her head in that sing-song way she used when pretending to be serious. “Besides, Dad wouldn’t let us do it anyway.”

Dad leaned his elbow on the rail, his voice calm but cutting. “You’re right about that, Cherry, but that’s because your mother has agreed that I am the sole head of the household, not you, not her, and certainly not your sister Jinx. If I were going to make any of you crawl and bark, you’d be wearing a leash just like them! Remember, I am all about fairness and equality. All girls are going to be treated equally,” our father’s tone came across a little sarcastic and passive-aggressive, as if the notion had been forced upon him.

My uncle’s face was kissed by the sun; he clearly loved the sea and the outdoors. “Dennis, as a man who’s been running a discipline-based household, I’m going to offer you some advice. I don’t claim to know everything, but there are some things I can tell you about what works for us. You can take my advice or tell me to go to hell,” Tom prefaced his advice.

“Go ahead,” Dad was more than happy to hear about it.

“It’s an immutable fact and law of nature that the sea gets rough and stormy. By the same token, girls get horny, they get naughty, they get unruly and sassy.” He raised his brows slightly, looking first at Dennis, then at the women. “When we see a storm on the horizon, all we can do is decide how to respond, and that’s the same with your girls. This ship can weather a storm because I prepared it to handle choppy seas. I can scream, I can get madder than a wild dog, but I can’t change the wind’s direction, thunderstorms, or the fact that my wife has a wet dripping pussy simply because the wind blew gently on it.”
I glanced down at my aunt’s full pussy lips, almost instinctually. They glistened a little, and she blushed.

“I can’t be home 24/7 to babysit them. I don’t want to make Shane constantly watch them. He’s got a life of his own as well. My lovely wife has limited authority over the other girls on land, because we both agreed she’s terrible at making decisions, and thinks with her twat, not her brain.”

My aunt blushed, but didn’t dispute Tom’s assessment of her.

“On the ship, I promoted her to Cow, Head seamen so she can manage the girls more effectively. It’s a constant chore to keep their dirty little fingers out of their nasty little holes and refocus their perverted little minds on what they should be working on,” Tom explained bluntly.

I was surprised none of the women took umbrage and argued with Tom. Instead, they stood there quietly, shamefully looking down at the teak wood deck and the ocean splashing against the stern of the boat.

“My wife needs permission to do things and has limited autonomy, and when she violates my trust, I correct her behavior. Expecting her to act like a nun or a good girl all the time is like expecting the storm not to push you off course or rock the boat. The girls are treated equally and obey the same rules, but I allow my wife to have limited authority over other females. She can remind them of their duties, but I don’t want her tempted to get too big for her britches and develop a massive ego. When we go below decks, the role of head seaman is pretty much honorary, and she’s going to be treated exactly like the other girls. If I thought Nixie was capable of being a head seamen, I’d probably give her a shot at it.”

“What about me, Daddy?” Giggles beamed with a bright grin.

Tom gave a short bark of laughter, caught off guard by Giggles’ grin. “You? You’ve been voted Deefob more times than any of the other mermaids, and you constantly slack off and giggle. I love you with all of my heart, Giggles, but I wouldn’t put you in charge of a snail’s asshole, darling,” Tom admitted candidly.

Giggle’s feelings were hurt, but she nodded and agreed quietly, as the smile disappeared from her face.

“You mentioned Deefob a few times. What is that?” Dad asked.

“Dumbest Fuck on Board,” Tom explained like we should know that acronym. “During dinner, we go over what we did well, what we did wrong, what we need to do more of, and vote on the girl that was the biggest Deefob on the ship.”

“Wait, can’t a guy be a Deefob?” Jinx scrunched her nose in disgust, clearly upset that guys weren’t restricted like girls. She firmly believed in the more modern belief that men and women were equal in everything.

“Sure, a guy can be Deefob. It’s open to anyone on board. Just so happens it’s always been me and Shane doing the voting,” My Uncle arched an eyebrow, surprised that Jinx challenged him.

Jinx frowned. “Wait, girls don’t even get a vote?”

“It’s more objective that way,” Shane explained to her on his father’s behalf. “Girls get vindictive and vengeful, and vote AGAINST each other when their feelings are hurt. They get petty and start little catfights, joining in against one another. Dad and I are more objective.”

Jinx didn’t believe him, and she quietly huffed.

“We’ll try something different this summer, Shane,” Tom explained. I thought he was going to suggest that everyone get an equal vote. “Dennis, George, and Kevin can have a vote as well.”

“They may not know enough about how to recognize what makes a cunt behave like the dumbest fuck on board, Dad,” Shane replied as if he was genuinely convinced only girls could be dumb fucks.

“We’ll guide them,” Tom explained before pointing out that all this talk had eaten up the Mermaid’s free-bee time, and they would have to get back to work.

The girls groaned with impatient agony, and Giggles pointed out that she hadn’t even guessed what was written on her back.

“Fine, you can do it while you take your break. Grab a water, fall out, free-bee time,” Tom announced.

His daughters and wife immediately stopped holding their positions and hustled toward the ice chest on the deck house. Pearl, Jinx, and Cherry took the hint and assumed a more relaxed posture.

“Free-bee time is free time to do pretty much as you please, as long as the ship doesn’t encounter any trouble, fingers don’t touch clits or dirty buttholes, no nipple stroking, or making out,” Tom said as if the girls were going to immediately start some sort of on-board orgy.

Nixe’s perfect natural tits bounced as she dashed toward me with some water and ice in her hand. “Do you want a bottle of water, George?”

I noticed her mother and sister doing the same for other guys, before getting something for themselves. She had a handful of ice chips, and she quickly began to suck on them as she squatted deeply at my feet in the cop a squat position, ass hanging out over the ocean.

“Sorry for being disgusting, but I really have to go poopy,” she looked up at me, blushed, and made a sour face. I could see the crushed ice she was holding in her mouth as she spoke. I observed AND heard a stream of lemony yellow pee begin to pour out of her pussy lips and rain into the ocean.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” I asked. “Doing that in front of everyone?”

“Oh, it’s fucking grade-A embarrassment,” Nixie admitted with a grin that seemed to find amusement in her own humiliating predicament. “I’ve emptied my holes over the side of this vessel since the day we bought it, and I am still not used to how embarrassing it is to rip ass, while the ocean air shoots up my blow hole!”

I noticed Giggles take a squat on the opposite side of the vessel, blushing and laughing as if it were hilarious.

“My twat smells like pissy fish, and my ass smells like hot garbage. The sound of my toots is like trumpet blasts, and there is no way to hide nature’s call – Mermaids aren’t allowed to have modesty. Free-bee time is the only upper deck time we are allowed to drop one in the ocean, so I have to make lemonade and squeeze cheese while I can.”

There was something so raunchy and down-to-earth about the way my cousin explained the facts of life to me that it turned me on.

“My parents always say that a little humiliation never hurt a girl, and it keeps me from acting like my shit doesn’t stink, and I am some proper lady to be on a pedestal. I am just a mermaid, George. It’s okay to laugh if you want.”

She ripped a fart at that exact moment, and I have to admit – it was funny.

“I am sure you’ve heard and seen your sisters take a dump by now, haven’t you?”

“No,” I admitted as I looked down and away.

“That’s right, when I visited, they shut the bathroom door. My parents have an open-door policy, with no privacy and no closed doors – we bathe together, and we use the bathroom together. That way, none of us hogs the bathroom, and we can get accused of playing with ourselves.”

“You bathe with your sister?” I was surprised.

“Yes, and my mom, it’s not that big of a deal. No point in wasting bath water,” she said, as she explained that it’s always been that way at her house.

“Do my sisters bathe with you when they visit?”

“No,” Nixie grunted a little, and shut her eyes as she squeezed one out. I assumed that my sisters drew the line on bathing with each other. “We can’t all fit in the tub, so we usually hose down in the yard, and we have a community shower at the pool at Hidden Valley resort.”

“For guys and girls to use at the same time?” I was shocked.

“Yeah,” she shrugged and reiterated that it was a nudist resort. “We know what men have swinging between their legs, and it’s not a big deal to watch them wash their peckers off. It’s kind of enjoyable,” she said as she glanced at my hard dick before apologizing. “Sorry, I keep staring at your boner. Do you want to know what’s REALLY embarrassing?”

“Sure,” I laughed as I sipped the cold water she brought me and watched her chew the last of the ice. It was hard to believe that Nixie was truly capable of humiliation since she had been smiling and pissed right in front of me.

“It’s been a long time since my pussy was just hanging out in the breeze like this, and I can’t stop dripping! I keep worrying that I am going to grab my lips and start playing with myself uncontrollably and get in deep doo-doo with my parents. I keep stealing glances at your cock, and picturing sitting on it, grinding down on it, and writhing,” she painted a mental word picture of satisfying her raw, unabashed lust on my prick, while biting her top lip, and blushing. “I hate to say this, but you already know I am kind of a nympho, but I kind of wish I were locked up, so I don’t do something that makes you uncomfortable and get myself in trouble.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

I wasn’t listening to what else was going on during Free-Bee time, but several of the other girls were squatting over the side, and Tom made them guess what was written on their backs.

“Bitch,” my older sister guessed at what she thought was the obvious answer. “Not that it matters, you aren’t giving anything to us if we get it right.”

Her knees were apart slightly, and I could see my sister’s hairy bush as her eyes locked on me – daring me to stare between her legs while she went pee.

“You got it right,” Shane was pleased that my older sister had guessed correctly. “We won’t give you a medal, and Free-bee time is almost over but how about a pat on the head, Jinx?”

“Laugh it up,” she straightened a little, not defiant, she even allowed our cousin to pat the top of her head and blush.

“Will my sisters and mom have to shower and use the bathroom together?” I asked Nixie as I looked down.

Nixie stood up, grabbed a hose, and straddled it. She gave a small shrug, matter-of-fact, not flirty. “It’s not up to me, but when the girls stayed at our place, they were on the same bathroom schedule. It’s actually for our protection. We get pissy and hog the bathroom when we used to stay at your house. I am not used to closing the bathroom door, so I was constantly worried my Dad or brother would burst in and catch me while I played with myself.”

“You played with yourself at my house?” I asked.

“Do Dolphins and Mermaids piss in the sea?” she asked rhetorically as she walked away, handed the hose to her mother, and walked back. I watched Stormy stand up and repeat the same exercise.

“I shouldn’t ask this,” she whispered conspiratorially after returning to me. “Have you ever rubbed one out while you thought about me?”

Two drops of sperm pumped from my cock, even though I wasn’t touching myself. It was all I could do to maintain my composure. I was thankful when my Uncle announced Free-bee time was over.

“Wash your smelly pussies and assholes, no touchy-touchy, Mermaids. You can hose it off quickly, but don’t get any ideas about sucking or fucking yourself with my bilge hoses.”

They went back to work after passing it around, but I noticed Jinx didn’t wash herself very thoroughly. She was absolutely mortified she had to do it on deck in front of us, Kevin and myself, in particular.

Kevin embraced the change in family dynamics. I was still reluctant to say too much or believe things would change long-term. I kept expecting Jinx, Pearl or Cherry to explode and draw the line, but they didn’t.

They had been practicing discipline but not boatmanship before we got on board. Shane and his mother directed everyone to undertake small, menial tasks, but Kevin and I were given lots of freedom and autonomy. I assumed I’d have to figure out my duties through osmosis by watching Shane move about the craft and organize the tacking and jibing.

“We are making good time, we’ll be in Jamaica before you know it,” Tom assured us at one point as he called a hot and gave the girls more free-bee time.

“All hands, chow time.” Tom announced that the girls can have twenty minutes of Free-bee time to eat their lunches. “You goat roping, lazy mermaids can park your Cadillacs and eat a Horse cock sandwich while you drop ass over the side and empty your piss makers and shit takers.”

He was so brazen and crass that I thought the girls would definitely band together and mutiny. His daughters and wife thought this was so mundane that it didn’t even register.

“Why do you have to be so mean, Uncle Tom?” Cherry frowned as she approached him in the deck cabin.

“I am not mean, Cherry. You’d have to see me when I am being mean,” Tom smacked my little sister on the butt while she bent over the ice chest to pull out some bottled water.

“You told us to eat horse’s cocks,” Cherry pouted.

“That’s Navy lingo for fried baloney sandwiches,” my Aunt said, showing her an insulated lunch box with a bagged pre-made sandwich. “Extra Mayo!” Stormy opened it, licked the inside of the bread like it was a pussy or a dick, and then put the bread back together before handing it to my little sister.

“You’ll get the hang of the terminology, Cherry,” Giggles explained to her. “Cadillac is a mop and a bucket on wheels. This is my piss-maker, this is my shit-taker,” she tapped her pussy lips and turned around and ran her finger up her ass crack.

“Don’t sneak in a quick goose, Sis,” Shane warned his little sister, and Giggles frowned, and blushed – admitting guilt with her demeanor.

Cherry raised her hand like she was in school. “We aren’t allowed to touch ourselves at all. Ever? Can we wipe our butts or even scratch an itch?”

“If I allowed you girls to wipe, you’d have the cleanest asses in the Atlantic, because you’d be scrubbing and polishing your little toys all day long, and if I let you scratch your itchy twats, you’d be frigging and flopping all over deck, like the horny bimbos you really are,” Tom laughed at my little sister.

His wife and daughters blushed harder – their silence was another tacit admission they’d try that tactic.

“I may have been dumb enough to volunteer for the Navy, but I am not a fool, honey. You’ll get to play with those nubbies, and that fat clit you’ve got buried under those girly hairs, but you’ll do it when we say, on our terms,” Tom assured her.

“But when we visit you, we aren’t allowed to pleasure ourselves until the very end,” Cherry groaned, as if she felt this deal was not only unfair, but cruel.

‘The rules are different on the boat, but you have to learn control and embrace anticipation, Cherry. If I can keep my fingers out of cock bags, and off of my fun bags, you can too,” my aunt assured her sternly.

I was surprised that my aunt used the word ‘cock bags’ to refer to her pussy, and I assume to her asshole as well.

“When you are finally allowed to have an orgasm, it’s going to blow your fucking mind, Cherry,” Giggles assured her, and the two of them grabbed some food and found a spot on the side of the deck to squat and eat.

I noticed the girls split up or ate together. They had to hold the food in their hands, but they were also given a bottle of water, which they could set by their feet.

“Sorry, I don’t have any crayons for you to eat, Stormy,” Tom teased his wife. I didn’t get the inside joke, but from the context, apparently, as a Marine, she ate crayons.

“Bananas, Hot dogs, and Horse cock will be plenty, Tom. My sister and nieces may not like it, but by the end of the cruise, I am sure they will learn to appreciate it. The mermaids will work it off in calisthenics after we finish wolfing this down.”

“The Good Idea Fairy is working overtime today,” Tom teased his wife. Apparently, the “GIF” or imaginary Good Idea Fairy sat on her shoulder and periodically directed her answers. “Did you think to offer our new crew a tour of the galley?”

“I am the highest-ranking Mermaid, Tom, but I am still a Mermaid. I am not allowed to step my lovely, sweaty Mermaid ass under deck until after Pinky Time.”