Chapter 11

“Today is your lucky day, my sister really pissed me off and I am punishing her. As part of her punishment, I would love it if you would accompany us to the pool.”

Bart and Gerald were seemingly flattered. I doubted they were bright enough to process that just being forced to be in their company was intended as a punishment. They certainly were not offended by the offer and gladly accepted.

My brothers walked out of the cabin next. They were shirtless and wearing swimming trunks. They didn’t get along with Bart and Gerald. The Bates brothers were a little like real-life versions of Beavis and Butthead and they liked to do things like chase frogs with baseball bats or perform dangerous jumps on their canals.

Lucas and Georgie wouldn’t hurt or bully anyone. They mixed with Bart and Gerald like oil and water.

Ruthie came out wearing only a pair of white cotton panties just like me. My sister noticed and said “Ruthie, you aren’t being punished. You can put a top on.”

“I am a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee and I used your favorite toy without your permission too,” Ruthie confessed. My sister knew that, but she blamed me for introducing it to her. I also thought it was sweet that Ruthie was willing to humiliate herself to be fair to me, but I didn’t want her to do it either.

“You are definitely a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, but I am not mad at you. You wouldn’t have found it if Freckles hadn’t stolen it and carelessly played with it. Suit yourself though, no one is going to mind.”

“What Toy?” Bart was suddenly hyper-interested in what was going on. I don’t know if “hyper-interested”, but you know how when someone gets “hyper” about something? They start getting excited and almost giddy about it to the point of being annoying? Well, that’s how interested Bart was in hearing the details.

“Show him, Freckles,” My sister instructed me in a very calm matter as if it were not that big of a deal.

I tried not to look mortified or scared. I pulled my panties down in the front and showed the boys Jimin. I let them take a good long look. My sister pushed me forward to where they were at the fence and told me to give them a better look and tell them why I was wearing it.

I pulled my panties down to my knees and stood there at the fence of our vacation cabin while these two boys that I definitely didn’t like stared at my pussy. My slit was covered by the rubber-like sex toy but just barely. “I was caught playing with my sister’s sex toy Jimin, and now I have to wear it as part of my punishment. She keeps turning it on and off to drive me crazy which is why I am dancing a little bit back and forth.”

“Oh yeah, Mom told us she caught you playing with yourself in the showers. This is probably what she saw you doing?” Bart said. I was surprised that his mother would tell him something like that. I was very ashamed and hung my head down and confirmed she did catch me.

“You were that audacious you took Jimin on little field trips?” my sister was incensed. When I nodded that I did she wasn’t happy. “Turn around and face me when I am speaking to you.”

“Yes Ma’am, I took Jimin to the showers and played with him sometimes,” I admitted as I waddled with my panties down around my knees to face her...

Bart and Gerald saw that the dayglo toy slid into my buttcrack and connected the dots. “Is that IN your butt?”

I waddled around to face them and said that it was. My face was so red. Their laughter wasn’t like the light-hearted giggles of my siblings when I got humiliated. That embarrassed me as well, but this was far more sadistic and judgmental. Bart and Gerald were thoroughly ridiculing me and looking down their nose at me. They had every right to see me as a cartoonishly silly and pathetic bimbo. My actions were so over the top.

“Don’t just tell them when you can show them. Turn around, bend over and pull that little crack of yours far enough apart that they can have a good look at your turd factory,” my sister was making it worse because the more brutal her comments were the more the boys laughed at my expense.

I bent over with my panties just below my knees and spread my ass cheeks. They were silent for a full thirty-seconds as they tried to process a girl voluntarily showing them her ass. “You like that?” Bart asked.

“I don’t like it in my butt, Sir,” I admitted. That made it sound like I did like the toy on my pussy. The problem was that it was incredibly pleasurable even if the experience was not. The vibration was sending shocks through my body that made me want to play with myself even though I was being watched intensely.

“You sure about that? Your pussy is dripping like a garden hose,” Bart asked.

“The sensation from the vibration in my butt is making me feel good things, but I do not like having to expose myself while I feel them, Sir,” I tried to explain it as clearly as I could. They called me “Mr. Spock” because of how fancy they thought I was talking.

“Stop calling your dumper a butt. You can call it a turd factory, a fart box, a shitter, a stinker, a booty hole, a dookie maker. You can be a little more creative than ass or butt! You can do the same thing for your slit. I will accept cunt, but you better think of something as crass and vulgar as your behavior about your body parts when you are on punishment!”

“Yes Ma’am,” I looked up at my sister. Ruthie looked afraid for me, and Lucas and Georgie seemed stunned by how things were going. I think I would have preferred it if they were laughing at me. They looked worried.

“I know my sister’s ass is better looking than her sour face, but if you two little weirdos are wiling to accompany us, I’d like to get started. She is going to show her little brothers what a urethra is.”

“Are we going to get a blowjob at the end?” Bart asked.

My sister gave me permission to pull my panties back up and stand up. I could feel my wetness drip into the bottom of the panties as I did.

“Sure, you can suck each other’s dicks at the end all you want,” My sister answered sarcastically. Then she added “I am trying to punish my sister but it’s not like she did anything bad enough to have to have sex with the two of you.”

The boys WERE insulted by that. They were imbeciles but they weren’t oblivious. They walked with us to the pool area. Gerald removed his shirt, but Bart kept his shirt on.

“Does Freckles suck her brother’s dicks?” Bart asked. He had dozens of questions. I told him my name earlier in the vacation, but I think he forgot. He only knew me as Freckles. It was a disgusting question, and I couldn’t even imagine why he thought to ask it.

My sister answered his first couple of questions, but she made me answer this one and any subsequent ones he asked.

“No sir, I do not suck my brother’s cocks,” I replied like it was a legitimate question that needed a legitimate answer. I didn’t even know that “incest” was a thing or that girls might pleasure their brothers in that fashion. Obviously, they did though.

“You’ve got pretty lips,” Gerald observed. “It seems like if you got bored, you might as well use them on your brothers. Your sister said you were a slut and sluts suck cock.”

I looked at my sister to see her reaction. She shrugged and told me that my punishment was to talk to these guys and be honest. “Answer them how I told you to talk!”

“You are right, I am a slut for playing with myself when I should have been watching over my little brothers, but I do not suck their cocks. That would be inappropriate,” I couldn’t believe I had to explain this to the Bates brothers.

“Kate Butts, stop right there! Pull your panties down, bend over and grab your toes!” the voice sounded a lot like my mom, but it was Lindsay channeling my mother’s tone when she is angry with me. It chilled me to the bone. We were on one of the streets in the campground. People were sitting out at their picnic tables and going about their business, but no one was around in the immediate vicinity.

Even if they saw me when I obeyed her, they would have assumed my sister was simply spanking a mouthy kid. “If I had soap, I would wash your mouth out with it! I told you to answer them like the dumb slut you are, and you have the audacity to tell them what is and isn’t appropriate? Look at yourself and what you’ve done. You are not an expert on appropriate are you?”

She slapped my ass hard.

“One Ma’am, thank you, please spank me again, no Ma’am, I don’t know what is and isn’t appropriate behavior.”

She slapped me again with her bare hand and then shook it in pain. “I am wearing my hand out on your bony ass. I am going to keep spanking you until you give them an acceptable answer to their question.”

“Two Ma’am, thank you, please spank me again if I don’t answer properly,” I said. Then I tried again but this time I tried to sound more natural and vulgar. “I only go down on boys I like. I don’t like my brothers like a boyfriend. I would never do that.”