Chapter 4

After that night, three things changed. The first was my mom remained somewhat aloof, but she still talked to me and was polite. I wasn’t sure if that was because she felt she punished me too hard – or not enough. All I knew was that I probably went too far without realizing it and I really put my foot in it by telling her I wanted to hang with her when I really wanted to hang with my boyfriend (which I still wasn’t 100% positive even was my boyfriend).

Even though she often preached that once you get punished and apologize that should be the end of it, my mother didn’t actually put that into practice. It was hard for her to forgive me. I knew that and I didn’t try to push it.

The second was that “I was off the hook,” according to Mom. Lindsay was going to simply have to stop working when we got home from vacation. Lindsay was NOT happy about that to say the least. Mom said it was still possible she would trust me again, but that I’d have to “earn it”.

The third thing that changed was I became much hornier. My hormones must have been changing because I found myself thinking about sex all of the time. It was quite difficult to concentrate about anything else. When I thought about sex my nipples got very hard and puffier, and my pussy became very wet.

I got so turned on before we left that I snapped a single picture of myself with my shirt off and texted it to Pod. His reaction was surprising. He didn’t say anything colorful or funny. Instead, he texted back a picture of his dick that he had freshly taken. I didn’t send him an avalanche of photos but over time I started sending two or three a night in the hopes of getting the same number of him.

It was sex to me, but in a controlled fashion. I could wait for the picture, and it felt intimate and safe without too much risk. We also texted naughty things back and forth now and then. I never told him about how I got punished that day. I couldn’t have him believe that I did that to my mother. He adored his “mum.”

I didn’t want him to think I was manipulative, which is probably on some level manipulative on my part.

Pod texted me once “I am going to take me mum to pound town. Mum can go all day long and she loves it! She never gets tired. We’ll probably be at it all day.”

“WHAT?” I texted him back. Pound town? That sounded VERY sexual. Everything about what he just said sounded terrifyingly graphic. Did he and his mother plan to get it on today? He seemed so casual about admitting it to me. Was he bragging?

“She’ll go with anybody with a dollar in hand, but she’d rather take me for a ride! She’ll do every one of them, before deciding where to blow her load,”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear how his mother was a tramp that would fuck any guy with a dollar. I sent a confused emoticon and sat in stunned silence.

“Uh, Mum is taking me out to go shopping. I believe Americans call it a dollar store? Mum insists we try each discount store before she decides where to spend all of her money. She loves a discount.”

I had to laugh about that. “Sorry, my mind is in the gutter,” I wrote back. I have to admit, I’ve been masturbating a lot lately. I was exceedingly horny and the fact that Pod had not made any overt attempts to talk dirty to me had only made things worse. Instead, of being happy that he was a gentleman, I was now wondering when he’d stop. I was just too shy to tell him and felt the girl wasn’t supposed to make the first move.

There was a long pause and he typed “I like the gutter. If the gutter means the same thing in Britain as it does in America. We’d call it being Randy.”

I told him I didn’t know anyone named Randy. I didn’t have a chance to finish my thoughts. Mom came into my room, took me by the hand and dragged me into the garage. We worked all day cleaning out dead roaches from cardboard boxes that have been in the garage since we moved in years ago. Mom was on a mission. She didn’t talk to me other than to give me instructions. I didn’t even have breakfast until two hours into cleaning and I spent all day cleaning. Mom remained distant and aloof and ordered me about all afternoon.

I did what she told me without complaint. I kept wishing I had my phone so that I could tell Pod what I was doing and find out what he was doing. My mind kept visualizing him with his mother at “pound town”. I knew it was the dollar store now.

His mother was a little chubby, very pale and had buck teeth that could only be described as “British”. I heard her once in the background when we tried to have a video chat. She was bubbly and effervescent and I remember her asking him with a bemused expression where “Maa gin is? ‘Ave you been having a taste again?”

If my mom even THOUGHT I was drinking she would have put me over her knee!

She looked like the kind of person who was always telling saucy jokes at a local pub and who had never met a stranger because she was so friendly. It was a stark contrast to my own mom who was really pissed off with me today. She did look flirty – like somebody who really enjoyed sex. I almost believed she might actually do that with her son! I felt ashamed of myself for picturing it.

The rest of the family spent the day with Dad before the trip. We usually do a one-week family vacation every year. Dad travels for work and he has Hilton Honors points that he saves up all year. The last time we went to Myrtle Beach, it was a blast. It was about a year ago and we stayed at a Double Tree right by the State Park. There is a mini-golf that is walking distance and of course it is right on the beach.

Mom and Dad were excited to try the restaurants in Myrtle Beach. They are well known for their pancake houses. You can try a different one every day. They even have a breakfast buffet!

There are amusement parks and shopping, but most of all we usually go to the pool and the beach. There is so much to do that you can’t do it all in a week.

That’s why I was shocked to discover that we got OVER THREE WEEKS of vacation. We gave a jubilant cheer when we heard the news! Who wouldn’t? Dad said we would stay right up until he had to return to work and if we were lucky, we could stop at “South of The Border”.

Mom doesn’t like South of the Border. I’ve never been before. According to Dad it is this awesome place like Disneyworld that he always wanted to stop at when he was a kid. According to Mom it’s a tourist trap that sells cheap gifts and burritos – little more than a glorified gas station and motel. Dad had a lot of nostalgia for it, but Mom usually won when it came to deciding whether to stop at destinations like that.

I wouldn’t have minded stopping there at all though if we got over three weeks of vacation at the beach!

Then Dad broke the ‘bad news’ to us. It wasn’t bad news to my parents, but it was to Lindsay. “In order to be able to afford over three weeks at the beach, we’ve rented a CABIN at the state park. It’s RIGHT NEXT to where we stayed at before at the State Park.”

Lindsay panicked and made it sound terrible. My brothers and sister were somewhat excited though, because Dad said there would be nature walks, campfires, marshmallow roasts, AND we are still right next to the beach and all the other stuff!”

While Lindsay argued that she thought cabins were creepy places that Freddy Kreuger and Jason Vorhees stalked pretty young co-eds my mom told me to pack the remainder of the bags in the trunk.

Dad explained that there was running water, electricity and even the wireless internet at the park.

“Yeah, but no cute bell boys!” my sister mused.

Mom assured her there would be cute boys, and said she’d even help her look for them at the hotel bar when they get there because they had THREE WEEKS!

I was paying attention to the joking around and carrying on. Mom told me to load up the luggage and make sure to stack it properly.

Dad thanked me for doing a good job when I had it all loaded up, and off we went. It was a long drive from Raleigh. I divided my time between texting Pod and sitting between Lucas and Georgie as they had ‘poke wars’. That is where they annoyingly jab their fingers into each other’s ribs until mom tells them to knock off and then they blame each other for starting it.

I ended up taking a finger in the ribs (or neck, or arm) anytime one of them misses the other.

“Can I stop sitting between them, Mom?”

“No! If they sit together, they’ll act even worse!”

“Can you not even do that much?” Lindsay snarled. She only had to hint to the boys that she might sit back there with them, and they straightened up and stopped horsing around.

Dad kept his eyes on the road and rarely stopped for pee breaks. Lindsay zoned out and texted and listened to her own music. Mom occasionally started a sing-along and only Ruthie and Georgie joined in.

It was as always, a fairly normal family road trip for the Butts family.

I won’t bore you with the little trivial details about how my dad won’t stop for directions and insists that “Google took him this way” when Mom insists that “Google is wrong, and we should go that way”

My Mom drives a Black Hyundai Palisade. It’s a very roomy car and they’ve saved up for a new car for years. They love it. Dad tries to drive it anytime he can because he got their old car, and it isn’t very reliable. Lindsay’s car is a hand me down vehicle that they gave her instead of trading in. It’s a total hunk of junk.

I mention the Palisade only because it is roomy enough that it fits all of us. Dad drove and Mom took the front passenger side. Lindsay sat in the middle with Ruthie. If we went by seniority I would have been sitting, there.

However, I had to sit in the middle of the backseat to keep my brothers from murdering each other when they get bored and start arguing.

I just want you to picture your own experiences like that and skip to the important part. Do you remember when I said that I loaded up the luggage? Well, that’s what I thought we did.

My parents paid to get into the park. It was full of oak trees, and it was a nice hot sunny day. The park was quite lovely and not very busy. People were walking on paths and waving, and things seemed to move at a nice natural pace.

We drove up to the beach and got out to check it out. Myrtle Beach is lovely, and the Atlantic Ocean is a wonder to actually behold. The roar of the ocean that seems to be endless in the horizon defies my ability to paint a picture of it.

My brothers and Ruthie were excited to go run on the beach. Mom wouldn’t let them because they didn’t have on suits.

“We could run around in our panties like we did last time we were here,” Ruthie suggested. There were outdoor showers and promised we could wash off before we got in the car.

“Just hold your horses, let us unpack and relax tonight and we’ll do it ALL tomorrow, Sweetheart,” Daddy promised. My sister is a Daddy’s girl and naturally she stopped begging when he promised her a full day at the beach.

“Yeah, maybe you can have an ALL day Mommy and Daughter Day,” my mom observed with a snide tone as she looked at me. I thought she had let that drop. Usually, after I get punished, she doesn’t keep mentioning it.

“I won’t even invite my boyfriend, Lord Gaylord Wellington the Third!” Ruth Ann acted like she had a regal stick up her butt as she put on a posh English accent. Everyone laughed at her monkeyshines, and I blushed and apologized AGAIN for the millionth time.

“We’re just busting your chops. Don’t take everything so seriously,” Lindsay warned me sweetly. “Everyone makes mistakes,” she added with a kind and understanding expression. Then she added with a sardonic grin “I mean – not me! Obviously. I never make mistakes! But you ... you make a lot of them.”

Everyone had a good laugh at my expense. We got back in the car and soon the jokes were forgotten as we pulled up to the office. Dad went inside to get the room and we all started talking about where we wanted to go first.

Mom announced that her and dad would have some “Mom and Dad time alone without the kids.”

Mom told us we could go to the beach or the pool with Lindsay, and there were things to do around the cabins and we could limit ourselves to the park “as long as you are behaved! I do not want ANY shenanigans!”

I didn’t want the job of watching over my younger brothers and my sister. However, now that I no longer had it, I felt a sense of loss – like I really screwed up.

Dad held up the keys to our new home away from home with a big smile and drove us to our cabin after he checked in. I have to admit, the cabin was bigger than I thought it would be. It slept all six of us. We EACH had a private room. There were two extra bedrooms we didn’t even need. The beds were huge and soft! It had a full kitchen with stove and microwave and television. It had a roomy fridge and was basically a home away from home.

I snapped pictures. Mom assumed that I was just making memories. I was sending them to Pod to brag about how cool this place was!

I jumped for joy and exclaimed “This is better than our actual house! I didn’t even have to share a room!”

Ruth Ann seemed disappointed and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She pouted that she didn’t want to sleep without her big sister Katie in the room. Mom and Dad thought it was cute that she would miss me- because it was. I felt bad I had said what I did – but is still wanted my OWN room. It meant total privacy.

I could SHUT and LOCK my door, pull the shades down LOW and then masturbate or take dirty pictures of myself to send to Pod all I wanted!!!

There was a white picket fence all the way around with a dedicated grill and picnic table on a concrete slab for us.

“Ah, too bad this fence isn’t higher!” Lindsay quipped.

“Why?” Dad asked.

“A little topless sunbathing!” Lindsay snorted derisively. She was clearly joking.

Mom snickered and didn’t take her seriously – nobody did. We were sandwiched between two other cabins that were very close to us and they’d easily have been able to see in. Even if my sister had been serious, there was no way she could get away with it. Anyone walking past or in the other cabins would have been able to see her behind the fence.