Chapter 14

My parents didn’t want to hear apologies or promises of good behavior. They said we lied so much that right now they just wanted us to face the music and earn their trust back. I have to admit that I agreed with them. I hadn’t really thought about how shitty it was to send them off together to have private time.

I thought they’d appreciate it, and they did. They just didn’t appreciate the reasons we told them to do it. I understood that better now. Mom promised me that soon we’d all be grown and moved out on our own and we’d miss family vacations.

“Well, not THIS family vacation but we think this punishment might make the next one a whole lot more tolerable if you behave,” she joked. Mom kissed me on the forehead, patted me on the butt, and sent me to bed.

I expected that they’d make us sleep in the living room together. When Lindsay removed Jimin there was a tiny coffee-colored kiss on the tip of the fat end. Ruthie recognized it immediately as peanut-butter.

Mom was going to let her wash it in the sink. Dad quoted my confession and held it up for my mother. “Buffalo Butt told Freckles that it was her pussy funk and to clean it off.”

“That’s not pussy funk, dear,” my mom said. It wasn’t a turd or anything – but the stain definitely came from my sister’s asshole kissing it all night during the new rules discussion.

“Fair is fair,” my sister shivered and cleaned the front and back by sucking it. “That’s how I cleaned it when I am alone.”

Lucas and Georgie were so exhausted because it was so late at night that they didn’t even laugh.

Mom took Jimin and told us that we could miss him until morning when we’d become well acquainted.

We climbed in bed and unlike in the past, my older sister didn’t enforce three feet of separation, but she also didn’t’ snuggle with me. Ruthie wished us both a good night and sounded sad.

“You aren’t going to make us call you Ma’am when we are alone are you?” Lindsay asked as she rolled over and put her back to us. I slept in the middle and Ruthie was on the other side of the bed.

“Mom says I have to,” Ruthie said.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to Ma’am. You can literally do anything, and Mom won’t punish you,” Lindsay said bitterly. It was true, but I didn’t think Ruthie was at fault for that. She couldn’t help that mom plays favorites.

“I know,” Ruthie didn’t sound happy about that. When Lindsay asked her why that was a problem, Ruthie told us. “When you punished Freckles today, I came out in my panties too!”

“I know, you are a good sister. Mom’s not going to punish you for that, Ma’am,” I interrupted. I didn’t want her to feel guilty about it. I explained that I knew she was showing solidarity for me to make it less awkward. “You were incredibly brave to do that! People probably thought it was less weird seeing you tag along like that.”

Ruthie got quiet and then told me that I didn’t understand. I tried to say that I did understand. I told her that she felt guilty that she wasn’t punished even though it was her idea to walk around in just panties.

“No, everybody treats me like I am a stupid little girl,” Ruthie pouted. Lindsay was probably going to say she was a stupid little girl but after the night we had – we both shut our mouths and let Ruthie speak. “After Big Bird ended your punishment, she said she would continue it if you wanted.”

I didn’t understand where Ruthie was going, and I was so tired that I wanted to go to sleep. I politely asked her to get to the point.

“Nobody asked me though,” Ruthie sounded disappointed, but I had no idea why.

“You wanted me to treat you like Freckles?” Lindsay understood what my sister was asking for, she just didn’t understand why Ruthie wanted that.

“I wanted you to at least ask me. You just assumed I was too dumb and that I was showing off. I kept waiting for you to make me say or do silly things. You didn’t. I kept diving under the water and intentionally showing everyone my butt so you would tell me that I was being naughty and make me walk around the pool with my panties hanging down, but you didn’t.”

“I can totally do that when we get back to the house! I had no idea you were a little masochist,” Lindsay snickered.

My sister climbed over me and slapped my sister’s ass. It wasn’t hard but it might have been for Ruthie. She reminded my sister of the rules. Then she explained “I am not a masochist. I don’t even know what that is. I just wanted to know what it was like to get punished. I don’t really want to do bad things to get punished.”

“So let me get this straight, Ma’am,” my sister’s tone was jovial as she wrapped her head around what Ruthie was asking for. “You have been mama’s perfect angel for so long, you want to be treated like a bad girl. You just don’t want to do the bad things?”

“That’s what I said, Big Bird! I don’t even like to call you Buffalo Butt even though Mom said I have to at home. I don’t want to be in trouble forever. Today, I could have pretended to be a bad girl and see how it felt.”

“You know most good girls like you take a long time to figure out that they want to be bad girls. I had a friend in high school who was on the honor society, a cheerleader, and she was even the daughter of a pastor in a big church. She was expected to be a perfect daughter by her parents, teachers, and church. At night, she started sneaking out to party. She used to shoplift. She didn’t need what she stole. She just liked the thrill of stealing. She started babysitting only to seduce the husband when he brought her home. She wasn’t in it for the money. Her parents were loaded. The first she got caught shoplifting they let her go with a warning. She started intentionally getting caught so she could get strip-searched and seduce the guy.”

I felt I knew that girl. She was Susie Miller and she ended up having this big scandal where she robbed a bank with some guys.

“She couldn’t satisfy her need to be bad, so eventually it consumed her. She started doing the most dangerous and degrading things to feed her desire to be a bad girl. Eventually, she ended up in prison.”

“I don’t want to end up in prison,” my sister pouted.

“No one ever made Susie face any real consequences until it was too late, and she robbed a bank with her uncle. He used to tie her up and whip her and make her fuck all these guys.”

“That sounds like a consequence of her bad actions,” I said.

“Oh no, she was thrilled by that! The nastier the better for Susie Miller,” My sister said. “Look, I guess if you really want to experience facing consequences you should talk to Mom and Dad about it. Don’t intentionally start breaking rules to see what happens. In Susie’s case, it was never enough, and she eventually started acting out in more self-destructive ways until she did something to end up in prison.”

“I don’t want to end up in prison. I just want to do what you guys are doing,” My sister said.

“I can assure you that you do NOT. Just enjoy the final three days of vacation, Ma’am. If you want to ask Mom to spank your bottom so you know how it feels that’s fine, but she will never let you do what we have to do.”

With that, my sister started snoring. I was so sleepy as well, so I passed out shortly after that. In the morning, the sun hit us in the eyes. My little sister got up. She was naked but she put on her shirt and panties. She normally didn’t sleep in the nude, but clothing was at a premium and after our conversation last night I didn’t think it was that weird.

She didn’t mention the conversation though. Instead, she smiled spritely and asked us if we were ready to go sunbathe.

“Suns out, Buns out,” my sister joked that if the sun was up, we’d have our butts out. “I could really use a cup of coffee, but Dad made it pretty clear I wouldn’t have that privilege,” she joked. It was nice to commiserate together about our shared punishment.

Ruthie skipped along with us as we approached our cabin door. This was it. We’d be walking outside naked. My sister opened the door, peeked outside, and saw that no one was out yet. Usually, at this time of the morning, there were only one or two people walking their dog or riding their bike. Most people slept in.

We both took a deep breath and walked out onto the patio. We had sunbathed naked, but we stayed low to the ground so that unless you were standing close to the fence or in the cabin next door you wouldn’t see anything.

A person could easily see our upper halves from the narrow street between cabins. Lindsay had it worse than me because her nipples were like huge lightly colored strawberry headlights that you wouldn’t just walk past without looking at.

Lindsay stood facing the trailer with her back to the cabin in front of us. That meant I had to face the street. I stuck my butt next to hers and then bumped hard against her to ‘thank her’ for making me be the one who has to face the street. “Hey, we’ll both get a lot less attention if you are the one facing the street!”

I bumped Lindsay again hard by backing my rump into hers. It was a playful jab and not malicious on my part. She was right about her theory; I just didn’t want to be labeled the ‘boring one’ who could help keep us from being noticed. “Damn, Your big fat donkey butt really jiggles!”

“You are one to talk with that sweaty turd cutter of yours. When is the last time you wiped it?” she joked. Then she suggested we practiced making up dirty names for our body parts since Dad would expect us to use them today. We went back and forth with the words cunt, gash, jugs, udders, fart factory, and shit hole. It felt so dirty.

It was very naughty, and a little fun to make up dirty words for my body parts. Lindsay knew a lot of filthy words – a lot more than me. I memorized them all.

An old man on a bike rode past. He waved at me, so I waved at him. He couldn’t tell I was completely naked until he was parallel with the cabin. He did a double-take and I thought I heard him crash and fall off the bike. My sister and I giggled a little. Ruthie was concerned he was hurt. She ran out to the road, but he had already recovered and went on his merry way.

“This is going to be a long day,” my sister commiserated with me again. She bumped her butt cheeks into mine. My butt is so small, and her cheeks are so big that she could push her cheeks apart by pushing back on one of my hips and sort of envelope my cheeks. We were bumping booties like that to pass the time and take our minds off the fact that we were naked and on display when around the corner came the old man on a bike again.

“Oh, I am sure we’ve just become his favorite route for bike riding,” Lindsay could see him in the reflection from the windows of the cabin. He was staring this time, looking intently at us. I waved politely as he rode past.

it wasn’t long before the colorful old man had made his third lap around our block. There were plenty of short narrow streets in the campground that he could have chosen. He had made it fairly obvious he was trying to get a look at us.

My sister and I were both giggling by his third pass. “You don’t have to keep riding past, sir. If you want to stop and look you can,” My sister spoke loudly enough that he could hear her.

The man stopped and pretended we weren’t naked at all. “Pardon?” he asked as if he wasn’t sure if she was talking to him. Ruthie giggled too as the man approached our fence.

“I said that you don’t have to keep riding past. You can just stop if you like, Sir,” my sister said politely. Her tone was less abrasive and defiant than usual. It sounded natural and passive. It was the polite tone she wanted to make me use the day before. It sounded like she had practiced speaking submissively.

“I am sorry, is my riding laps around the camp bothering you?” he became defensive. It was almost comical that he was talking to us while we held our arms behind our heads, and stood back to back with our knees bent and our legs slightly spread and he didn’t seem the least bit curious why.

“No, not at all, sorry for interrupting sir,” my sister apologized quickly and stopped talking. The man stood there for a moment as if waiting for me to say something. I was too shy, and I smiled and looked at him.

“I won’t bother you two again. I am not in the habit of being accused of staring at what young ladies do on their patio,” he assured us that this was his final lap down row W (our street). He turned to leave, and I think he expected us to say something. When we didn’t, he turned around again. “May I ask, are your parents aware you are out here like this?”

“Oh yes, Sir,” my sister was trying to contain a broad grin. I think she expected him to ask a question. “We are being punished for showing off our bodies and sunbathing without permission. We’ve got to sunbathe like this every morning until we leave to teach us a lesson about being naughty!”

The man seemed satisfied. He spoke in a soft voice similar to Winnie the Pooh and I kept expecting him to say something like “Oh bother!”

As he turned to leave again, I decided to chime in. “Would you be willing to do us a huge favor, sir?”

He was delighted to turn around again just to look at us. Then he asked what it was.

“We are normally quite rude. It’s our nature, Sir,” I started to say. He agreed rather quickly, and I think he assumed we were snotty girls by the way we looked. “Our parents expect us to talk politely to anyone who stops to talk to us. If you would be kind enough to wait here at the picnic table and tell them we were affable, we’d really appreciate it. They’ll be out here soon.”

“Your parents expect you to have a conversation with any Tom, Dick, or Harry who happens by and wants to strike one up?” the man was genuinely curious.

“We wouldn’t otherwise, Sir,” my sister admitted with a ruthless undertone to her sweet voice.

“I happen to have some free time,” he said. “I could be convinced to stay for a few minutes only,” he insisted. He was there for at least twenty minutes. We learned his name was Ronald Johnson and he was a former school teacher from New York. He was retired now and seemed to be looking for something – anything to do. He spent a lot of time on the beach with a metal detector and his stories about his finds was quite boring. I genuinely tried to seem interested, but Lindsay re-directed him politely to other topics. I think Robert got the hint we didn’t care about John F Kennedy Silver Dollars he found on the beach.

Robert was a widower, and his children had all grown up with children of their own now. He said that he had some daughters who misbehaved, and he probably should have made them do what we were doing.

“It is rather orthodox, but hard to argue with the results,” he said. He took a big interest in Ruthie and asked her a lot of questions. She thrived on attention and was happy to answer his questions. It was mostly what types of things she liked to do and watch on television. She told him she was outside with us to support us.

“Very good, if anyone were to try to touch your sisters then you’d run and tell Mom and Dad?” he asked.

Ruthie looked at us for an answer. We didn’t know either.

“It’s our first day, Sir. We don’t know,” I admitted.

“For your first day, you seem to be rather comfortable with nudity. Are you practicing nudists?” he asked.

We said we were today. He laughed about that and told us that there were campgrounds where entire families went naked the entire time.

“I think Daddy wouldn’t want us to go somewhere that nobody is shocked by what we are doing. He intentionally made us press our ass flaps together and stand like this to embarrass us, Sir.”

“You don’t seem embarrassed at all. You seem rather proud of your stance. I notice you keep bumping one another like some sort of game.”

My sister was in the middle of begging him not to tell our father or he’ll find some other humiliating pose for us when the door opened. My Dad and Mom walked out. Dad was wearing a shirt and shorts, and mom had on a long shirt with no bra. It was what they normally wore in the mornings, but they usually dressed before they went to the picnic table to have breakfast.

Dad was holding an aromatic coffee cup at an angle designed to frustrate and tease my older sister. I could sense her desire rise when the scent of hot coffee washed over her.