Chapter 20

The apology videos didn’t take that long to record. My sister and I just published them to millions of people – so there was a chance we could go viral and be known the world over as the “bimbos who forgot who gets the diet Pepsi” which is what Danny titled my video. He wanted to go with “Tit Toxic Cuntent Creator”, but Scotty convinced him Mom would see the videos and they agreed to compromise.

The guys decided to save our punishment of eating the pizza rolls for dinner. Danny wanted to make us roll them across the floor with our noses before allowing us to eat them, but Scotty convinced him that he’d make it a little grueling – just not that bad.

That left going outside and performing jumping jacks for thirty minutes in my thong with a sign hung around my neck that said “LIAR”.

Problem being – we didn’t have any poster board to make a sign with. “Improvise,” Danny said. He pulled out a sharpie and wrote “LIAR” In black letters across my tits. LI on my right, and AR on my left.

Scotty didn’t stop him on that one. They finally agreed without arguing about it. Now, I could sit here and describe to you in methodical detail how after a few minutes I was already exhausted. I think you’d have to see my tits bouncing while I stood out on the driveway next to the sidewalk where people walk their dogs and ride their bikes past. It was a nice Saturday afternoon. In some ways, I wished it was raining because at least a dozen people staring at me.

All of them laughed but no one stopped to ask me why I was out there doing endless jumping jacks with the word “LIAR” on my tits. Even though they all laughed, they laughed in different ways with different meanings.

There was the “nervous laughter, oh my god, this girl has huge knockers. I am going to pretend not to look at her, and then make up an excuse to walk past her again a few more times. I hope she doesn’t think I am a pervert” guy.

There was also the “Derisive laughter, which hides my derisive scorn for this trampy attention whore. What is she doing on the sidewalk showing off her body like that?” woman who ridiculed me without saying a word.

There was the “Perverted laughter or the nice old man who has lived next to us for 12 years, who now sees me as some kind of trampy whore”

There are probably a few combinations, but you get a general idea. Jumping Jacks: A basic instruction by Tiggy O’Brian.

1. Stand upright with your legs together, arms at your sides.{br}

2. Bend your knees slightly and jump into the air. Your tits are going to fly up so that the under part of them is fully exposed to any onlookers (and your brother who is filming this for another Tik Tok video).{br}

3. As you jump, spread your legs to be about shoulder-width apart. Stretch your arms out and over your head. Your tits are going to be pulled down rapidly by gravity. Feel them slap against your tummy and your nipples harden from the sensation.{br}

4. Jump back to starting position and Repeat. Don’t forget that as you bounce, your ass will also naturally be inclined to clap apart and closed ensuring that you look like a clownish parody of life support system for a giant set of boobs and ass cheeks.

Also, your pussy is going to be dripping wet the entire time, but you will not possibly be able to orgasm because you are out of breath.

My sister watched and grinned with a smug look on her face. “Next time, don’t hog all the punishments, Sis”

“You want to do it? I am sure the guys would let you,” I joked as I caught my breath. This was a private conversation between the two of us.

“Yeah, I’ll pass. I think this one was more fun watching you do. I just want you to know that I wasn’t really angry. I just didn’t want to be left out. We are in this together,” she reminded me.

The only other person to stop and talk to me was my father. He had been in the garage, and he saw the entire thing. I was nervous that he had seen what went on in the living room today, but I assumed he’d have put a stop to it.

“This is a funny place to exercise isn’t it?” he said as he walked over to where I had performed my punishment. He was wiping his greasy hands with an equally greasy rag that only seemed to distribute the grease a little more evenly.

“I was being punished for lying, Sir,” I said.

“Oh yes, your mom told me about that. I’d imagine you’d be in the Olympics by now if we had punished you with exercise every time you told a lie. This must have been a whopper, what was it?” he asked as he looked into my eyes.

“I tried to take all the blame for ruining it when Matt’s friends visited, and Mom made me choose between the punishment that Scotty or Danny suggested.”

“Pick your own punishment? I wish my dad had done that when I was your age. I’d have always picked whatever my mom would have done. I saw Matt’s friends leave. They didn’t seem all that unhappy and it’s not like you to take the blame or even apologize for that matter,” Dad said. He was usually stoic, but he seemed curious. It made me nervous. Dad could say a lot with just a look and never speak a word. I was flattered he wanted to ask me questions but a little ashamed I had to stand there and admit I was a liar.

“I know and that’s why I felt it was necessary to insist that mom hold me accountable, Sir.”

“Correct me if I am wrong,” Dad often started a sentence with that phrase. I’ve never seen anyone try to actually correct him though. “Your mom isn’t here holding you accountable. Danny and Scotty are, and I’ve never seen a punishment where the person being punished was smiling more than everybody else. Do you have something to tell me?”

There was a long pause. Had he walked into the dining room and watched me masturbating on the floor? That’s when we heard the door slam earlier today. We didn’t see anyone, and it could have been something falling or a breeze or a noise from the garage. I felt the weight of reality on me that my dad might know what was going on – he wasn’t supposed to know! At all costs! Humility.

“I am sorry Daddy. It was just so embarrassing. I was trying to put on a brave face,” I lied. I did enjoy getting punished. I realized my father may have picked up on that and he was trying to hint he knew.

“Is that it, huh?” Dad seemed skeptical. “Well, it seems like you are proud enough of being a liar that you had someone write it on the first thing a lot of guys notice about you,” Dad noted with a trace of concern in his voice.

“I am not PROUD to be a liar, but I am willing to accept I was lying, stand outside and be made fun of it while I jump up and down like a dumb-dumb on parade so that people can point and laugh at me, Sir. I think that is more like an act of penance than a celebration.”

“I just wonder if you know what you are asking for,” Dad leaned in close so that only I could hear. The others were not listening anyway, but he wanted to make sure. “You keep asking for something, one day you are actually going to get it and then what are you going to do?”

Was he warning me to tone things down? He didn’t tell me to go back inside, and he didn’t seem to mind that I was standing on the sidewalk in broad daylight in a thong with the word LIAR in big bold letters scrawled across my chest. Dad could be cryptic at times and if he wanted me to stop doing something he could have just told me what it was.

Dad walked away from me abruptly and headed back to the garage. I have been so horny lately that even my father’s breath on my neck turned me on. I was fucking two of my brothers and my sister, but I felt it would really be crossing the line if I got turned on by the close proximity of my father.

I was just over-sexed and over-stimulated and probably reading into what he said.

Scotty and Danny kept us busy all afternoon. We did the mundane tasks that people do all of the time and there wasn’t anything particularly interesting about them unless you consider a girl with big boobs washing windows in a thing to be interesting. It turns out there are dozens of YouTube videos of attention whores like me doing chores in skimpy outfits. The videos are entitled “Speed Clean”, and I guess guys like watching a girl scrub the snot out of a pan. Danny made a video of me and posted that on my TikTok.

“What are your passwords?”

I sighed and started reciting them to him. I didn’t want to give them to him, but I didn’t feel I had a choice. “Hot damn, it actually works.”

“There isn’t anything that interesting in there, Sir,” I said as I cleaned while he stood around and skimmed my Gmail account on my phone.

“We’ll see,” he laughed.

There are times when I am not directly supervised. It is rare on weekends, but the guys have things to do as well. They sometimes get me started with some menial chores like taking everything out of the cabinet under the sink, cleaning it, and then putting it all back in an organized manner. Then they go up to their room and play video games or work on their homework.

I didn’t mind. They have lives of their own to attend to and they need a break. They usually come down and spot-check me. There are times that my sister and I work together, but lately, we’ve been split up. She’ll be outside re-bedding my mom’s flowers by digging them up and replanting them somewhere with new potting soil and water while I am polishing all of the doors inside.

There are also times when both of my Masters were fucking the shit out of her, while I was left cleaning. It wasn’t that they don’t like to have both of us at once. It was that they felt if both of us were nowhere to be found then Mom might go looking for us up in our room.

I was planted in the living room to clean but also to be a lookout in case our parents went upstairs. I was expected to text 911 in group chat and their phones were set to ring very loudly. Matt was in the living room watching the Walking Dead on television. He enjoys zombie shows.

“I am so sorry about earlier, Sir,”

“I know,” he shrugged. I felt miserable about what happened, and Matt was easy-going enough to let it slide. I don’t want to give the impression he was a shy introvert or a pushover. Matt just didn’t seem to give a shit about a lot of things – and that included what happened earlier.

“I kind of thought you’d be surprised about what you saw us do? You don’t have any questions?”

“I had a clue when you guys kept stealing my cum sock and putting it back clean. It doesn’t usually clean itself.”

I had a hearty laugh over that. I hadn’t thought about whether he’d notice it missing and replaced it after I sucked it clean.

“You weren’t mad or grossed out about what we might have done with it?”

“Like I said, I had a clue what you probably did with it. When you started cleaning my room and bending over and showing me your pussy, I thought at first you didn’t realize I could see it. Then it became a pattern. I just had no interest in seeing my sister’s pussy, so I looked away. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

I had been holding my breath a little while he said that and when I let out a small laugh, I let out a deep breath. I found it refreshing he felt that way. I guess the rest of us are into incest – but he wasn’t. I told him that I wasn’t offended at all and that I was just glad he put up with it.

“You didn’t tell Mom what we did, but you could have. Why not, Sir?” I asked.

“What good would it do? I’d be a tattle tale and you obviously want to do it. Danny likes making you do stuff, and obviously, you do stuff for Scotty too. That’s cool with me, but I don’t want to participate,” he said.

“I am not trying to seduce you or anything, Matt. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah! I guess I feel a little left out of your sex club or whatever it is. My friends really liked what they saw.”

“Why did they leave then?”

“I don’t know. I guess they got spooked. They probably thought they’d get in trouble. They saw your TikToks, and they thought they were pretty funny.”

I didn’t want to promise him that I’d stop doing something if it made him uncomfortable. I apologized again for interrupting him and Matt told me it was not a problem before going back to his show. I cleared my throat and started to ask him one more question.

“I am not going to mind if you keep taking my socks. You don’t have to ask, Tig,” Matt sat back on the couch and chuckled. I was going to ask him if I could bring him a drink.

That evening my sister and I made Hungarian Goulash ourselves in the Instant Pot. It was NOT as good as moms, but everyone ate it. We waited on everyone while they talked about their day. We didn’t come up. It was as if we didn’t exist at all. I didn’t stay in a trance position all of the time though. I was constantly moving around the table checking on my family’s needs, offering to refill their bowls but desperately trying not to suck all of the attention out of the room or interrupt.

I was elated to have a purpose, and yet part of me felt like I should be sitting at the table with the rest of the family. They seemed happy though – and there was no drama except when my mom finally mentioned the writing on my chest.

Mom grimaced when she saw I had LIAR written in big letters on my boobs. She didn’t like the magic marker, but she tolerated it after Danny explained that they didn’t have a sign, and this was a constant reminder of my punishment. I told my Mom that it was not necessary to go quite that far. I apologized and she said “What’s done is done, I expect if anyone does ask why you have that written on your chest that you will tell them that you lied to your mom. You can tell them that it was to get your sister out of trouble, but she was honest enough to admit what she did.”