Chapter 3

Tucker changed back into his clothes after he finished the shower. He did his best to scrape the cum off his jeans before he left the bathroom. However, it was pretty obvious he had a stain on his jeans. Cheyenne rolled her eyes at him when he left the shower but didn’t say anything. He was surprised no one seemed to care that he had a stain on his jeans.

Karen noticed, but she was too embarrassed to address it. She told him to go change immediately. She suspected what her son had been doing in the bathroom and decided to simply pretend it hadn’t happened. She didn’t have the same open and honest policy as her older sister when it came to addressing uncomfortable situations. She was so repressed and tightly wound, and she was still frustrated about her own situation to give any thought to challenge that outlook.

That night they slept in Savannah’s room together. The bed was small, and they both went to bed fully dressed. Karen realized it would be difficult to share a room with her son, but she was going to have to make do with that. She considered sleeping in her car, but she realized that it was dangerous. If someone discovered them in the car, they could rob them or worse.

She had trouble sleeping because she was so stressed out. She was angry about her ex-husband Derek cheating on her. She had not told Betty about all the times she suspected he had and said nothing. She wasn’t ready to admit she was jealous of how Alan seemed to worship his wife and be so in love with her that he didn’t want to cheat on her even though he could.

Karen awoke the next morning, spooning up against Tucker’s back. She had eventually fallen asleep and out of force of habit curled up against his back. She longed to sleep that way with Derek again. She awoke startled to discover she had wrapped her arms around her son while he slept with his back to her.

She was instantly aware he had a boner when she pulled the sheets away. He struggled awake. Karen quickly went to the bathroom to avoid saying anything to her son about what just happened. Tucker didn’t think much of it. He was oblivious to how his mother had slept next to him and thought nothing of it. Once he awoke, he was aware of his morning wood and the fact his mother probably noticed it. He assumed that was why she recoiled in horror and fled the room. It made him feel self-conscious immediately.

Mark knocked on his door to let him know that breakfast was ready. Tucker wanted to masturbate to get rid of his morning boner. He told him he’d be there in a bit. “You don’t understand how it works here yet. If you snooze, you lose. If you sleep in for breakfast, there won’t be any left when you get up,” Mark said.

In their house, meal times were strictly enforced, and it was first come/first served. There was always enough food for everyone, but if you were late, you got what everyone else left on the table (if anything), and that was it.

Betty was used to her kids sleeping in, and she enforced that rule strictly as a way to motivate them to get their lazy asses out of bed.

At breakfast, Cheyenne and Savannah were not bickering at all. In fact, they were getting along so well that they were giggling and whispering to one another as if sharing secrets. It surprised Tucker how easily the girls could insult one another yesterday, and today they were thick as thieves at the breakfast table.

Betty stood for the entire breakfast and made sure everyone had food and ate.

“Why don’t you sit down, Betty?” Karen suggested. It was making Karen nervous that Betty was hovering around naked while they ate. She noticed Tucker couldn’t keep his eyes off his Aunt while he ate breakfast.

“There aren’t enough chairs anyway,” Betty shrugged and added that she doesn’t usually sit on furniture at home. “I don’t want to leave snail trails on the furniture,” she quipped. It was the kind of open and honest joke that Betty liked to make. Her intention wasn’t to be crude at all. She just wanted to cut the tension and make things less awkward. It was also quite true. Even with a towel, sometimes Betty got so wet that she soaked her couch.

She had learned to eat standing up over the counter.

Karen rolled her eyes derisively but didn’t comment further.

After breakfast Mark and Tucker spent some time playing video games. His cousins had OFFERED to clean up the breakfast table. They seemed to be on their best behavior and were basically kissing Betty’s ass.

Tucker asked Mark why Cheyenne and Savannah were acting so differently.

“Today is punishment day. They both got up to something last night, and they are trying to kiss mom’s ass,” Mark shrugged. This was nothing new for him. It happened almost weekly.

“What did they do wrong?” Tucker seemed perplexed.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, I am sure Mom knows about it. There isn’t much that happens in the house that mom isn’t aware of,” Mark chuckled. “Anytime you see my sisters acting really nice, that is when you should be incredibly scared. They probably have something nasty up their sleeve, or they are trying to get out of punishment,” Mark advised Tucker.

“If your mom knows what they did wrong, then why doesn’t she address it now?” Tucker seemed confused by the concept of punishment day. He had never heard of anything like that. He was usually a good kid who didn’t get into trouble. The most that would ever happen to him is he lost his computer or Xbox privileges. In those rare instances, he would just start gaming or watch movies on his phone instead.

“If mom had to stop everything to punish us anytime we fuck up, then she’d be doing nothing but that,” Mark explained as if that should be obvious. “She saves everything we did during the week in a notebook. Then she goes over it with us on Sunday and tells us what we did well and what we need to do more of. Then after that, she punishes us if we fucked up,” Mark shrugged.

“Will you be punished?” Tucker asked.

“Probably,” Mark seemed unconcerned. “I didn’t do some homework assignments and forgot to do the laundry a few times,” he said.

“I am sorry,” Tucker offered his condolences.

“Why are you, sorry? It’s not your ass that will get dusted. I fucked up, and I accept the consequences,” Mark said. He focused back on the NBA basketball game. They were playing on his Xbox, and the two continued to chat.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door. Karen offered to answer it, but Betty said she would do it.

“What if it is the Boy Scouts or a preacher at the door?” Karen seemed genuinely concerned that they would be offended.

Betty laughed it off and said that Boy Scouts don’t usually do house calls, but they do know how to tie some pretty intricate knots. She’d invite them in if they had some money on them. She was joking, of course. She said that the last preacher who visited her was into some very kinky stuff. “I guess they would get an eyeful, Karen. I am not the worst person in the world though Karen. I check the window and put on clothes if I think they are going to freak out,” she chuckled. She pointed to the sundress she wore when Karen and Tucker first arrived, which was hanging near the door.

Betty opened the door without getting dressed because she recognized the man as her morning appointment. Edgar was a black man, about thirty years old. “You ready for some morning nookie?”

“Fuck yeah,” Edgar said as he walked into the house. He admired Cheyenne and Savannah. “You two little bitches ready to play with Edgar?” he asked them.

Cheyenne and Savannah were wearing tight little shorts and revealing tank tops. They were clearly not interested in Edgar, but they were actually polite to him. “Hah, you don’t have enough money to play with us,” Cheyenne placed her hands on her hips and offered him a sassy grin.

“Shit, I’ll pay all your bills and put you through college so you can get a little knowledge,” Edgar boasted.

“Yeah, I bet,” Cheyenne didn’t believe him. She knew he was just talking shit. He wouldn’t live in Buckman acres if he could do all that.

“Who this is?” Edgar admired Karen when he noticed her.

Karen couldn’t help herself. She blushed and stared at the green shag carpet. “This is my sister Karen,” Betty introduced her sister.

Karen wasn’t generally attracted to black men. She never thought about herself dating one. She couldn’t believe she was actually blushing. Edgar was crude and had a lot of swagger though, and that confidence seemed to intrigue her.

“What about it, Karen? You want to do a double with us?” Betty invited Karen into the bedroom with her as if it was nothing to fuck another guy with her sister. It wasn’t a problem for Betty.

Karen stammered and became indignant. “No, thank you, I would never do something like that no matter how desperate I get,” Karen said.

“Dayum, you could just say no next time. You don’t have to cut a brother down like that,” Edgar suggested as he played off her rejection.

“No offense to you, Mister Edgar. It isn’t because you are black or anything,” Karen stuttered awkwardly.

“Shit, who said anything about me being black,” Edgar looked genuinely insulted.

“I am not racist. I am just not that way. I don’t have sex for money,” Karen insisted when she pulled herself together. She was flabbergasted she had to even say that out loud. It was not something she ever needed to clarify to anyone before.

“Bitch, all you had to say was no,” Edgar grabbed his dick and threw a hundred dollars down on the table. Betty led him into the bedroom, giggling and teasing him all the way.

Tucker began to imagine his Aunt fucking the Black stranger. His chocolate colored dick poking her vanilla cream pussy with a pink center. He had seen a lot of interracial porn but never thought much about it. Now he imagined a mighty black stud dominating a sexy MILF who was excited to take whatever he could dish out.

He heard the sound of slaps and tickles coming from the room as he imagined what was going on in there. Tucker could picture Edgar grabbing his Aunt by the tits and squeezing them so hard that milk came out. He imagined his powerful arms lifting her off the ground by her huge tits and then slamming her down on his hard dick and impaling her with his massive oversized cock like a spear.

“Dude, settle down,” Mark whispered to him as they were playing games. Mark could tell that Tucker’s mind was elsewhere because he was easily beating his ass. Usually, Tucker won these games.

Tucker didn’t want to admit that he was thrilled fantasizing about what his Aunt was doing in the other room with a complete stranger. The boner tenting his jeans made it pretty evident to Mark where his mind was.

“You have to stop obsessing about my sisters too,” Mark said.

“Do they know?” Tucker whispered back.

“Everybody knows, dude. You keep asking if they walk around naked and staring at their tits. I need to get you laid, so maybe you will stop being such a horn-dog,” Mark chuckled under his breath.

“You can do that?” Tucker seemed shocked. Mark was handsome and confident, so Tucker knew it was possible. He found it difficult to believe Mark could talk a girl into giving up her vagina to a nerd like him. Tucker was cautiously optimistic, but he also felt it was a girl’s sacred duty to deny boys like him the experience of touching them.

“I can’t work miracles, dude. I won’t make promises, but I know some girls who will probably give you a pity fuck or something,” Mark said.

“Wow, let’s go meet them?” Tucker was ready to leave. He was ready to fuck a girl even if she was doing it out of pity for him.

“Mom isn’t going to let me go anywhere on punishment day,” Mark said. He explained that she never let them out of the house on punishment day because if we really fucked up, we’d probably not come back until it was all over.

It was at that moment that Savannah and Cheyenne walked out of their room wearing very skimpy bikinis. They weren’t thongs, but there was a lot of skin showing. Their cleavage was nice and tight. Their teenage tits jutted off their chest without any need for support. They had really long legs that seemed to go all the way to heaven as far as Tucker was concerned. His jaw dropped.

“Where do you bitches think you are going?” Mark said.

“The pool,” Cheyenne answered casually. Tucker had seen a community pool when they first entered the trailer park the night before.

“Not fucking likely. It is punishment day,” Mark jerked his thumb backward to suggest they go back in their room and change.

“You aren’t the boss of us, Mark,” Savannah said. She had such pretty blue eyes, and she could stare daggers through someone with them. One sharp glance from her could terrify Tucker into submission. She gave him a look that suggested he shouldn’t even speak on this matter.

“All I am saying is that mom might come down there and jerk your ass out of the water and frog march you back buck naked,” Mark chuckled.

“She wouldn’t dare,” Cheyenne said.

“Do you remember last Mother’s day?” Mark asked them.

Cheyenne looked at Savannah as if to silently reconsider the plan together. That was fine with Tucker. He studied how pert their little assess were as they stood there and decided if it was worth the risk to go to the pool.

“Aunt Karen,” Savannah’s eyes changed completely as she addressed her Aunt. They transformed instantly from simmering blue embers of raging fire to azure pools of innocence, asking for mercy.