Chapter 36: Rules

Jane was looking at not just Cheryl but Helen as well. But both Helen and Jane seem to want to keep their distance in the small kitchen the best they could. Still, Jane fleetingly stared at her sister’s ass every now and then when Helen wasn’t looking. On the occasions when their eyes met or they looked at each other’s covered privates, they quickly diverted their eyes from each other. Jane had more of a look of desire while diverting her eyes from the younger teens. It was as if she didn’t want that desire to manifest itself in her brain. Afraid if she looked too long, it would become a permanent thought. And each time she did look, a light blush ran up her neck. It was darker when looking at her sister than the blush when she looked at Cheryl. It was accompanied by desire in her eyes. And any accidental bump made both of them skitter away quickly. The severity of their aversion to touching each other after having enjoyed themselves earlier in the morning made me fairly sure they would be engaging in that activity again. Whether Cheryl was there to instigate it or not. Pandora’s and Jane’s boxes had been opened, and they likely would be again in the near future. It didn’t matter how hard they seemed to be trying to act as if they hadn’t enjoyed what had transpired.

Helen was actively ignoring her sister’s actions. Even Jane’s stroke of the curve of Cheryl’s completely bared ass cheek garnered not a second glance. A couple of times her fingers reached deeper between Cheryl’s legs, getting to the base of her plumped-up, barely covered pussy lips. There was something about when Cheryl jumped away from the fingers, going deeper than just the bikini covering, which caught my attention. Pushing the covering off Cheryl’s pussy did little in increasing my view. The bottoms became invisible from the fluid gushing from her slit.

The girls had no idea I was listening to them when Helen cracked open the first egg into the bowl. Evidently, she planned on making scrambled eggs for breakfast. The egg came out with more than just the regular yellow yolk; it had a red tinge to it. Jane told her, “Oh, that one’s been fertilized.” She additionally threw in some commentary. “You know if John wasn’t gay, and you keep sleeping with him. You might have one of those fertilized eggs, also.”

I could see Cheryl holding back the laugh, whereas Helen instead said, “That wouldn’t happen. It’s not that time of the month. I was fertile a couple of days ago and ended on Monday. That is, if what we learned in health class is right. I should be good to go for the next couple of days to have sex before my period shows up. But you should know. It is the same time you and Mom are. Since we all have our periods together.”

I like how her answer didn’t make any aspersions as to whether or not I was gay. Plus, she had left vague if we had or hadn’t actually had sex the night before.

Jane commented, “It’s a good thing you’re not having your period now. That little thing you’re wearing would never be able to hide even the smallest of protection.”

Helen said, “Damn, it’s a shame. Maybe if I was on the rag, I wouldn’t have to work in this crazy little bikini getting eaten all day by the bugs.

From where I stood, I could see Cheryl’s mind turning. Despite thinking it, she didn’t say that if it was up to her, she would eat Helen all day.

Jane said, “What? You don’t put on bug spray.” Then, sarcastically, she added, “You do know it helps prevent getting munched on while you’re out working in those outfits.”

Helen ignored the sarcasm and responded to her sister, “No, we’re not allowed to wear bug spray at all this week. It’s kind of the other part of our punishment. We’re supposed to be miserable while we’re out working.”

I came in, at which point both Helen and Jane blushed when looking at me. Apparently embarrassed about their earlier escapades, while still on me. Cheryl didn’t have any of the embarrassment or color change of the other two females. When she noticed the embarrassment on the Fields’ women’s faces, she just gave me a Cheshire grin. There was a triumph in knowing she had pushed the two further than they had ever been before. Proud of herself, she strutted about the kitchen.

After I came into the room, I said to Jane, “Yeah, misery loves company. You’re welcome to stay and work with them. Except you don’t have to wear a bikini. I don’t think they have a spare, but if you want. I can give you a dollar, a couple of quarters, and some fishing line, and you’ll end up with basically the same coverage.”

Jane looked at me somewhat aghast and very embarrassed that I would even suggest she stripped down to such attire. Cheryl made her embarrassment even more pronounced. She said, “Nope, you’re going to need at least two dollars. Quarters won’t do it for her nipples. Half dollars will be required.”

Jane went from slightly crimson to blood red. “Cheryl, I can’t believe you said that.”

Helen joined in on her sister’s torture, using Jane’s sense of modesty that had returned. “Yes, I think that’s probably right. Half dollars would definitely be much better. Evidently, they get dramatically overly puffy and large, according to most of the guys she’s been out with. I’ve heard it said that just her nipples are truly a mouthful. Or at least that is what many guys that have sucked her tits say.”

Cheryl was getting silverware from the drawer and shook her head yes in acknowledgment of Jane’s former boyfriend’s assessment of her nipples. Jane screamed at her sister, “Shut up! Helen!”

Helen yelled back at her sister, “Well, it’s true! That’s what they say!”

Before Jane could holler back at her sister, I raised my voice and said, “Girls!” Both of them looked at me immediately. I turned to Helen, “What have I told you about believing what other people say without first verifying it for yourself or being a firsthand witness?”

She cast her eyes down a little bit. “I’m not supposed to repeat rumors like that.”

“That’s right. And if you don’t want your current punishment to be augmented, you won’t be repeating rumors in the future.” Helen evidently knew what the augmentation would be.

Cheryl quietly said, “It’s no rumor.” Both Jane and I stared at her, but for different reasons.

I saw a sly grin fleetingly pass the corners of her mouth before she said, “Yes, sir.”

Then to Jane, I very sternly said, “We don’t yell in this household. You can argue and disagree, but a two-year-old can scream. You’re not a two-year-old. If you want to act like one. I will treat you like one while you’re in this house.”

Jane was incredulous and asked, “Treated like a two-year-old? What in the world does that even mean?”

Helen was the one to answer the question for her. “It means he’ll spank you.”

Jane’s eyes got very wide at her sister’s answer. “Spank me? I’m nineteen years old. Nobody’s going to spank me; who I don’t want spanking me.”

Helen again spoke up, “Yeah, I bet that happens a lot. But here you pretty much live by the rules. If not, you get spanked or banished. You can’t come around until you accept your punishment. Sometimes there is the option of an alternative punishment, but the spanking is always the best way to go. Truthfully, I think if God Almighty didn’t follow the rules, he would be expected to submit to the same punishment just like the rest of us.”

Jane looked at Helen, then Cheryl in disbelief. “You mean ... He spanks you? Do Mom and Dad know?”

“Yes, Mom does,” Helen answered. “Like she told you. When you’re here, you’re under his roof and rules. And spankings are part of his rules. And Mom seems to agree with it wholeheartedly.”