Chapter 5

As Erica’s confidence grew from her sexual awakening, she started to treat Blaine with contempt. She acted haughty and like an adult. She felt like an adult. Her father treated her more like a lover and less like a daughter.

She didn’t go in for whips and chains like her parents. She didn’t like anal at all. She didn’t think anyone enjoyed anal sex. She assumed her mother was faking when she creamed herself during intense anal sessions. She hated the smell and was disgusted by the idea of poop on a cock. Her mother had no such inhibitions and was something of an anal queen. A self-proclaimed three-hole whore.

Erica had a tight little asshole and had resisted her father’s desire to fuck her butt. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do sexually.

Alex didn’t hang out much with Blaine either. They simply had nothing in common other than their ages. Alex was more outdoorsy and liked sports. Blaine was an inside kid who liked computers and nerdy stuff.

Erica also felt her father wasn’t giving Blaine and his mom sufficient chores. She hadn’t dared voice her concerns to her father because she knew Leonard would probably double her chores in retaliation.

Gail was no closer to finding a job. Blaine was often lost in his computer games. She’d caught him masturbating at least three or four times while he stared at porn on his computer in her former room. She’d even knocked once, and he didn’t answer, so she assumed he wasn’t in there.

By the same token, she felt increasingly like Blaine was staring at her all the time, and it was creeping her out. She didn’t consider herself super-hot, but Erica knew she was very desirable. She didn’t think that gave her cousin the right to peep on her. She increasingly suspected he was trying to catch her in the bathroom or look up her skirt.

It was almost time for another family meeting, and she didn’t want to give her cousin the pleasure of watching her get another spanking. She had kept her nose clean and done her homework, and she was spending every night with her parents, so she wasn’t out drinking and smoking with her friends from school. However, she felt like Leonard would find some reason to spank her ass. He liked spanking asses. Leonard was really good at it. He could make it sting, and he could make it pleasurable, and he knew how to do both if he really wanted to.

It was a Saturday. Gail and her mother were out shopping. Her dad was doing something on his own. Her brother wasn’t home. It was just her and Blaine at home.

She hatched a plan to “haze” her cousin. She had been hazed when she joined the cheerleading squad. The senior girls made her do humiliating things like suck on a rubber baby binky wearing a diaper while riding in the back of a truck through a neighborhood, or flash without panties at school. She didn’t mind those things.

The hazing was a tradition, and she’d have to do it for the next freshman cheerleader when she was a senior. They were designed to prove the loyalty of the squad members. You had to survive them like a Baptism of sorts to prove you would do whatever it takes to be on the squad.

There was verbal humiliation that she didn’t like. The Senior cheerleaders knew that prideful little “sluts” joining the squad had to be taken down a notch. They would strip them and draw on their bodies while berating their problem areas. “This tummy looks like a pooch,” or “Gross! Look at your belly button! It looks like a butt hole with hemorrhoids.”

That was part of the game. Erica had tried not to take it personally. She’d heard her father say things like that to her mother and she knew it was part of how they liked to play at night.

The thing she absolutely hated was that the new members of the squad had to get down on their hands and knees and scrub the boy’s urinals with toothbrushes, wearing only panties and a bra. They had to scrub them clean enough to eat off of them, or the older girls would dunk their heads in the toilet and make them do it all over again. She didn’t like tedious and humiliating chores like that.

She felt Blaine was long overdue to experience something like that. He was in HER room playing video games, and she felt it was unfair that she had chores when he didn’t. Erica also felt empowered as her father’s lover, and she could boss Blaine around. He was just a silly kid to her, even though they were close to the same age.

“Hey, Scro,” Erica pushed open the door to her old room. She was dressed in a skimpy outfit. She wanted her cousin’s attention. “I hope I didn’t catch you whacking off?”

Blaine was so shocked by the audacity of the comment that he didn’t say anything. His face began to turn red.

“Daddy has some chores that he wanted you to do. He told me to make sure that you did them,” she held up Blaine’s toothbrush. She was lying. Her father had said nothing of the sort. Erica assumed that if she made this extremely humiliating for her cousin, he wouldn’t dare tell anyone about it.

“Oh?” Blaine stood up and arched an eyebrow.

“What are you, Mister Spock?” she asked as she approached her dresser. “I noticed some of my panties keep getting moved around. Do you sniff them or wear them?”

Erica was basing that on nothing at all. She was actually bluffing and assumed that Blaine was the kind of pervert who liked teenage girl’s panties.

“What?” Blaine’s guilty face made it obvious to his cousin that she was on to something.

“Hearing problem?” she asked rhetorically. Erica took out a pair of striped panties that were a little too small for her. The elastic was cherry colored and had a small cloth strawberry embroidered on the waistband. “These will look good on you. Put them on so you don’t get your clothes dirty.”

“What?” Blaine was shocked.

“Do I need to do sign language so you can understand me?” Erica extended her middle finger as if shooting the bird was sign language. Then she threw her panties at him and told him to put them on. “Right now!”

Blaine was too intimidated to argue. He was increasingly growing hard and nervous. He didn’t want Erica to get angry with him. “Your Dad didn’t tell you to make me wear panties?”

“You are calling me a liar?” Erica countered.

“No!” Blaine stammered.

Erica enjoyed the power she had over her cousin. She freely admitted that was her idea. “I know you beat off in my panties, and I know you like wearing them. Put them on, and I won’t tell your Mom that I caught you jerking your gherkin in MY room and that I know you peep on me in the bathroom.”

Blaine had been very careful about timing his trips to the bathroom to make it look like an accident. He stopped blushing, and his face turned white. He decided he had little choice. He stripped down to his underwear.

“Take it off, all of it! It’s not a strip tease!” Erica was mildly amused by how easily her cousin had caved on her. She noticed he was sporting a nine-inch cock that was bigger than her father’s pecker. “Nice dick, Blaine!”

He smiled.

“Here, tuck it back between your legs like when daddy spanks my brother!” Erica grabbed his dick, pulled it back like a tail between his legs, and helped him put on her panties. She took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. Then she applied some makeup to his face. It was clownish and slutty. She gave him blue mascara and cherry red lipstick. “You are more of a Winter here. Let’s see what we can do. Do you feel pretty, Blaine?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Oh, well, girls have to look pretty for boys like you to stare at us. I just want to give you a taste of what we go through. Now, here is your toothbrush. Guess what I do with this every morning?” she said as she held it up.

He had no idea.

She pulled her shorts open and wiped her ass with it. Erica never actually did that before. However, she had seen the Senior girls do that to some of the Freshmen girls when they were being hazed if they were reluctant. “I bet you like the taste of my ass, don’t you?”

Blaine couldn’t even look up at her.

“Answer me, Blaine. Do you like to sniff the FRONT of my panties or the BACK of my panties?” she asked while making an ugly face.

“Front,” he admitted. He had only sniffed them once and felt too guilty to do more than that. She chuckled and took him by his ear. She pulled him into the kitchen. She gave him two sponges. Her father always had plenty of duct tape around the house. She quickly taped the sponges to his knees.

“That’s going to hurt more when you take it off,” she snickered that Blaine would feel it when the tape pulled his leg hair off. Blaine was shocked and overwhelmed. She made him go down on his knees and clean the kitchen floor with the toothbrush.

“I want it so clean that you could eat off the floor!” she said as she sat at the kitchen table and watched him. All the while teasing Blaine. “You have such a skinny little ass and yet such a big dick. I’d imagine all the blood rushes out of your brain into that cock every time you get a hard-on.”

Blaine said nothing. He continued cleaning.

“How many boners do you get a day? You know we can all see them, right? You act like you can hide it when you put your hand in your lap.”

Blaine also didn’t answer. That infuriated Erica. She had to respond to the older Cheerleaders during hazing when they asked embarrassing questions.

“No answer? Do I need to get the toilet brush out of the bathroom and shove that up your dirty little ass?” Erica had no intention of doing that.

“No, please,” Blaine begged. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Then answer my fucking questions, you little turd. How many times do you beat your meat a day?”

“None,” he lied.

Erica stood up and said nothing. She put three ice cubes in a glass and filled it with water. Blaine assumed that his cousin was getting a drink. Instead, she poured the ice-cold water down his back.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Blaine the Pain. You can slurp that up.”

“But, But,” Blaine started to complain that there was soap on the tile.

“Butt?” Erica kicked her cousin in his ass while he was down on all fours, and he fell face-first into the water. “Are you a Butt Man or a Boobs Man? What am I talking about, Blaine the Pain. You are a boy. Are you a Butt Boy or a Booby Boy?”

“I like both,” he said as he tried to rise back into an all-fours position.

She stepped on his ass and held him easily to the tile. “You can’t answer both. You have to choose ONE. What do you prefer? Butts or Boobs?”

“Butts,” Blaine admitted he preferred a nice butt.

His cousin squatted down over his head. Pulled her shorts down and then farted on his forehead. He felt it reverberate. Erica was caught up in the moment and drunk on the power. This was very unlike her. She had lots of pent-up frustration from her own hazing and from being teased sexually at night by her father.

“You like that? You want me to fart on you again?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“Uh, No, Erica?”

“No, MISS Erica or Mistress! You little troll doll. Now lap up that water I gave you,” she said. She wanted him to chase the melting ice cubes with his tongue. It looked absurd.

“Would you like to jerk off for me, Butt Boy?” she asked after finally satisfied he had tried to lick up the water she poured on the kitchen floor. The panties he wore were soaked and now see-through.

“No.”

“No, what?” she motioned that she’d kick him in the nuts next. Blaine reflexively tried to block the kick with his hands. “Don’t resist me, Butt Boy,” she pinched his bare nipples and twisted. Then she pinched his nose.

“No, Miss Erica,” Blained replied softly as he removed his hands.

“Good boy,” Erica cooed softly. However, she simply wanted him to drop his guard. She kicked him in the balls the moment his guard was down, and he doubled over. He was hard, and she was fascinated.

“That gets you off, doesn’t it?”

“No, Miss Erica!”

“Lay flat on your back, like when you watched my Mom spread herself to get her boobs spanked. You liked that, didn’t you, Butt Boy?”

“Yes, Miss Erica,” Blaine didn’t want to lie. He was terrified of his cousin. He was taught never to hit a girl, and he felt that his athletic cousin could probably whip his ass. He was afraid to make her angry, so he complied and lay down on the wet tile.

“Grab your ankles. I saw you looking at my mother’s stinker. She’s your Aunt. You dirty, dirty, pervert!”

“Yes, Miss Erica!”

“I didn’t ASK you a question, retard. I told you something. I don’t need you to tell me I am right,” Erica was channeling a particularly strict Senior girl’s personality during her hazing experience. Blaine adopted the pose as best he could and held his ankle. He didn’t expect his cousin to step on his dick and grind it. She used her heels to smash it. “it feels like an Italian sausage. Does that feel good, Butt Boy?”

“Yes, Miss Erica! I mean, No!”

“It can’t be both. You must have lied to me!” she ground her foot further on his cock, but it only made him harder. “I bet you want to jerk off in front of me. Don’t you, Butt Boy?”

“No, Miss Erica!”

“Why not? You masturbated while thinking about me, haven’t you? HAVEN’T YOU?” Erica grits her teeth while smushing his cock with her foot.

“Yes, Miss Erica,” Blaine felt she’d know.

“I bet you jerk off in front of Aunt Gail, don’t you?”

“No, Miss Erica!”

“You just fuck your mom?”

“NO, MISS ERICA!” Blaine’s reaction was a combination of terror, outrage, and the pressure of his cousin’s foot on his cock.

“She gets lonely. No man in her life. I am sure she’d love a python like this in her pooper. Is that where you put in the butt, boy?”

“No, Miss Erica!”

“Okay, so in her pussy? At least a blow job?” she asked, but she was growing bored of Blaine being a jellyfish. She changed the subject back to masturbating. The fact her father made her beg humiliated her, and she wanted Blaine to experience it. “Beg me. Convince me to ALLOW you to jerk off in front of me, and I’ll stop stepping on your dick. If not, I’ve got some pliers in the garage that I’d love to crush your balls with.”