Chapter 7

The smell of sizzling cheeseburgers and peppers and onions sizzling on a grill with polish sausage was the first thing that assaults your nose when you arrive at Family Kingdom Amusement Park.

Popcorn, lemonade, all the cool fair foods, and amusement rides were running. It was a bright and sunny day with a cool breeze coming in from the nearby beach. The park featured a small white rollercoaster and a log flume ride as well as some carousels and typical fair rides.

Everyone was in high spirits. Dad kept calling it “Wally World” as a reference to the movie National Lampoon’s Vacation. My sister kept singing silly songs with farting noises and my brothers joined in and sang along. Oh, what the heck, I was being silly, so I sang along and so did Lindsay and Mom. Ruthie has a way of making everyone act goofy sometimes along with her. Even Dad was blowing raspberries.

One of Ruth Ann’s favorite silly songs is to take a nonsense word like “Banana Butt” and use it in place of the word Manama in an old Muppet song she loved. It went a little like this

Do do-do do-da-doot-doot-it.

Banana Butt!

Do doo de-do-do de-do-do de-do-do de-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do!

Banana Butt!

You try singing along to that song and replace manana with the word “Banana Butt” and see if you can do it without smiling. I guarantee by the third course if you are singing out loud, you’ll have a goofy grin on your face. There was nothing naughty about it – it was just my sister being my sister.

The one thing all of us wanted to get to first when we first arrived was the Go-Kart ride! It was smaller than I remembered it. It was basically just a big square that had cones designed so that you could race each other. I was getting close to the age I could actually drive – although I felt like I was too short to reach the pedals on our Palisade.

Driving a real car might as well have been a hundred years from now. The Go-Karts were here, and we were getting them now. I was wearing a simple top and a pair of shorts just like the rest of my family. I was thankful that I didn’t have to wear my absurd swimsuit.

I could hardly believe Dad was going to let each of us have our own kart. You might think with the luck I was having that the karts would be broken down when we arrive, or that there would be enough for everyone EXCEPT for sad-sack Katie.

Nope! There were plenty of karts, and we got right in, put on helmets, and started to race! What could go wrong?

Nothing!! Nothing at all!!

Well, one thing happened, and at first, I didn’t realize it. I got my own go-kart, strapped myself in, revved up the engine let the fun begin! I put my foot on the gas and was outta the gate! My brothers were keeping up with me as Ruth Ann giggled uproariously like a raving lunatic.

The faster I went, the more the metal vibrated. I thought nothing of it. It’s a go-kart and it’s supposed to make engine sounds. I certainly wasn’t in any danger. The kart held together nicely! I took turns and soon I felt like an expert. Dad and Mom were taking their time and laughing as they drove their karts. Even Lindsay was getting in on the fun and racing along with us.

That’s when I realized I had this curious feeling. The more the kart went “Brrrr” and shook, the more I had it. My body began tingling from my head to my toes in a very good way – like when Alice went down on me.

I assumed I was thinking about Alice and tried to put her out of my mind, but that wasn’t it. The faster I stepped on the pedal the more the sensation grew. The pedal was revving more than the motor and if I sat with my legs apart and let the steering wheel column rest in my lap – it revved ME!

I was accidentally masturbating! I didn’t even realize it until I unzipped my pants and snapped the button on my shorts.

Mom kept pressing her horn and ruining my self-induced buzz. I waved at her with one hand and turned the wheel with the other.

I was going to slow down and stop, catch my breath but then I thought “fuck it!” and I basically turned myself on for the next three hours non-stop. I even found a way to finger clit while I drove.

No one knew, no one caught me. I felt guilty, and even though I was dripping wet, the moisture was whisked away by my sweat and soaked into my panties. I wasn’t a gushing fountain -but fuck, was I a happy girl.

I didn’t get noticed, I didn’t get punished. I absolutely got away with something that I probably shouldn’t have, and I loved it.

You didn’t expect that? Did you. I didn’t either. I kept having this niggling suspicion that I’d get my zipper caught in the steering column and some mechanic would tell my dad I broke his go-kart because I lubed it up with pussy juice. I kept thinking I’d be told that I’d have to drive the kart without shorts because I ruined my own and everyone would know I was a dirty masturbator.

It made me think about what my sister said the night previously. She said I was a secret extrovert. If you are an extrovert, you should want everyone to know. I considered myself shy. If I was an extrovert, then I was the most introverted extrovert that had ever been.

I enjoyed the ride. The mechanical contraption did all of the work and left me overstimulated. However, my brain was also feeding me fantasies to go along with the physical stimulation. It was like my mind needed to make up little stories to process how horny I was feeling. Most of these involved sex with Pod, or Alice, and Savannah. Some did involve skinny dipping or even feelings of powerlessness and vulnerability when I got punished.

At the time, I was far too immature to make sense of those thoughts. I assumed they were simply doubts and fears manifesting about what could go wrong.

We had a fantastic lunch eating cheeseburgers that were cooked on a greasy stove right in front of us. My parents had fun and any thoughts of going home early had disappeared if they ever existed at all.

Ruth Ann insisted that I go on some of the kiddie rides with her. They were mostly the simple kind where you sit on a toy motorcycle while the ride turned slowly around in circles. At first, I was reluctant to be seen on them. “You go Ruthie! I’ll watch here and take your picture!!”

“No, no, Katie! Me and you, me and you! I want YOU to go on the ride with me.”

Mom was pleased that I didn’t put up much of a fuss, because my sister REALLY wanted me to share the experience with her. I knew Mom often mentioned we wouldn’t be this age forever. It did FEEL like we would be to me at that time. I was glad I rode the rides with my little sister. They were silly little rides that weren’t very excited (and certainly not like the Go-Karts) but it was good fun.

At one point, Lindsay offered to snap our picture together. I thought nothing of handing her my phone. My sister snapped the picture and handed it back to me.

After a few moments, she got me alone and whispered in my ear “A word to the wise, if you are going to text boob pics, delete them right after.”

I realized that when my sister opened my Camera, the last few pictures were in the preview window. She must have seen Pod’s dick pic too. I didn’t have to confirm it by asking because her knowing glance was all I needed.

I was QUITE thankful to my older sister. She could have easily ruined my day by handing the camera off to mom. Mom would have thought nothing of making me pull my shorts down and spanking my ass in the middle of the park for far less. I wasn’t sure what she would have done about dirty pics. However, I was pretty sure she would have seen it as a REALLY big deal.

I spent a lot of time hanging out with Lindsay and basically kissing her ass. She probably knew that I was relieved, but she made it seem like no big deal and I appreciated that as well. I texted some very simple family photos to Pod, and he sent back a few of him and his mum watching a soccer game (which he calls Football).

The entire family hung out together and even when we split up, it wasn’t so large that we wouldn’t run into each other again a few minutes later.

We were at the amusement park until dark. I remember I was getting some pink and blue cotton candy for myself. I was standing off to the side eating it next to my brothers under the flashing lights of the food stands.

“You know we realized something,” Lucas told me as he attempted to eat his cotton candy without getting it all over his shirt. “We can get you in trouble anytime we wanted.”

My first thought was that Lindsay may have told them about the dirty pictures. I had deleted them already though. I was immediately uneasy.

“Yeah, if we just tear up the cabin when Mom and dad are out, we can get you punished,” Georgie agreed with his older brother.

“What do you want?” I assumed they were trying to blackmail me.

“What do you mean?” Lucas was dumbfounded by my question.

“I mean, like are you blackmailing me or something?” I asked. I had to explain to them that was when you hold something over someone’s head to coerce them to do things they don’t want to do.

“Yeah, you’ve got to be nice to us!” Lucas’s tone suggested that was easy.

“Nice how?” I wondered if they were going to be naughty like Alice and Savannah’s family and make me teach them sexual things. That is where my mind instantly went.

“You’ve got to say hi, and not pretend we aren’t related when we go to the pool, you’ve got to play tag with us, share your candy if we don’t have any,” Lucas listed off a bunch of really simple polite things he expected. I almost felt guilty that he thought he would have to BLACKMAIL me for that.

I agreed without any conditions with a hearty smile. My brothers were pretty nice.

“Yeah, plus like do all of our chores and stuff,” Lucas grinned wickedly. Georgie agreed with him.

“You brats,” I snickered! They were kidding. I was supposed to do all of the chores anyway. They had forgotten. They certainly weren’t trying to be mean. I tapped Lucas and impishly said “You are it!” and let him chase me around the amusement park. It was all good fun, and they were never really serious.

The following day we went to Woodhaven Pancake house. My dad has been raving about their country ham for three years. It’s sliced thin and very salty – Dad calls it “Bacon Plus”.

All I remembered was that they had 71 signature omelets and their menu read like a book. I chose homestyle which is an ordinary omelet, but I appreciated having so many choices. My brothers ordered the “Kitchen Sink” which is as you can imagine everything that CAN be added to an omelet.

We left fat and ready for a nap. My parents wanted to go shopping at the Tangier Outlets (well mom did, and Dad was expected to go with her). My older sister took the others to the pool, and I pretended to need a quick nap and promised to join them soon.

I wanted to play with myself alone and I needed a little privacy for that. I locked the door, hunkered down low and undressed and snapped a few shots of my pussy, and chose the best ones. I texted them to Pod. He seemed to really appreciate any nude shots I would send him, but I wanted to make sure that I didn’t focus on my little boobs, so I was careful about the angles I chose. I deleted them immediately after and was very diligent about it.