Chapter 8

The next day few days we did tourist things together as a family. I texted Pod and played with Lindsay’s toy when I had a chance – usually at the same time.

When my parents were gone, Lindsay’s confidence in laying out in the yard had grown and she didn’t have to tell me to do it with her. I laid out naked with her and Ruth Ann on a towel on the cement block. It was relatively private unless you count my brothers.

Lindsay thought they would eventually get over hovering around, but I think she secretly knew that wasn’t going to happen with curious teenage boys – even if she was their sister. They would make up excuses to come outside and annoy us and stare at Lindsay’s boobs and then she would eventually tell them to go back inside.

I was happy that nobody had seen us. My sister would often tease me about walking the campground or even going as far as the beach in just panties, but I made it pretty clear that was a one time only thing. “I almost had a heart-attack,” I admitted.

Ruth Ann loved laying out in the sun naked and she was developing a golden tan all over her body. She even tanned perfectly.

“Lord has mercy, look at them boobies,” we heard a boy’s voice, and it wasn’t Georgie and Lucas. It startled us and my sister sat up and covered her chest with one arm and flipped the towel she was sitting on over her thigh to give herself some privacy. I covered myself with my hands.

“Don’t stop now ladies, we were just having a gander,” Bart said. He was the older of the two brothers and like Lucas, he spoke for Gerald most of the time. “Those Mexican girls checked out, and we don’t have anything to pull our puds too,” he said.

“You can circle jerk together for all I care,” Lindsay adjusted herself so that she was strategically covered in all ways. “Now fuck back off to whatever Hee-Haw TV show you emerged from.”

“You aren’t very nice,” Gerald said slowly. He had a deep-southern accent, and he mumbled a little.

“No, I am generally not nice to peeping toms,” my sister scolded him.

“How can we be peeping toms? You are the ones out here flashing them boobies, Come on pretty lady! How about you give me a little sexual education?” Bart asked. He was clearly WAY too young for Lindsay and even if he wasn’t – she liked him as much a bad case of diarrhea.

“I think you need some just regular education first, maybe some math, English, personal hygiene,” my sister replied sarcastically.

“You could be right,” Bart agreed with her. “All we want is you to keep laying out here every day, and just kind of spread your legs and let us have a little look.”

“In your dreams,” Lindsay assured him that wasn’t happening. I was terrified right now. This was really happening.

“You are gonna be sorry one day,” Bart assured us. Gerald and he slinked back to their cabin. That put an end to our naked sunbathing immediately. We got dressed and didn’t go back out again.

“Hopefully those sad fucks check out eventually,” my sister said.

“You gotta get your mouth washed out!!” Ruthie put her hands over her mouth in shock.

“That’s what those guys are,” my sister was angry. Most people only stayed at the campground for a week, but the Bates family seemed to be here permanently or at least for the entire summer. We gave them a wide berth whenever we saw them. Their mom still had some of my clothes, my towel, and my sandal and I was pretty angry about that.

Lindsay stopped hanging out with Ruthie and me so much and started going to the beach more and more. We went together but when she was there, she distanced herself from us and started hanging out with older kids.

She found a guy she actually did like. His name was Todd and he drove a muscle car. He looked handsome and a little dangerous. Dad didn’t like him right away. Mom knew that the best way to make Lindsay like a boy was to tell her that she didn’t approve of him, so she just didn’t comment on Todd.

I didn’t like Todd either. I sent pictures of her doting on him to Pod and even Pod who is the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet said he didn’t like him. I didn’t even have to tell him what I thought. That really validated my opinion of Todd. He was all about fast cars and good times and my sister was obviously just some summer fling to him.

My sister was supposed to be watching over us when my parents were out. We were still doing stuff as a family, but as the tension rose, she and I started becoming more distant. She didn’t leave as soon as my parents were gone but she kept trying to get two or three hours here and there where I would cover things for her.

I reminded her that mom would probably spank my butt if she found out because she said I was irresponsible.

Lindsay tried to rationalize and use logic with me by saying that this was how I proved I was responsible.

“Are you going to actually tell mom that I watched the kids while you went off with Todd?”

Lindsay stormed off after that discussion and left me at the cabin with Lucas, Georgie, and Ruth Ann. We didn’t have anything to do, and nobody felt like going to the pool or the beach. I told them to stay in the cabin and that I would be back after a shower.

I used those times when Lindsay was gone as a perfect opportunity to steal her sex toy and grind my pussy with it. The battery seemed to last forever, and the vibration feature was like magic. I imagined it was a banana that had been bent in half and I had it wedged between my butt crack and over my pussy. I found that I liked it that way – not IN my butt and not even INSIDE me. I just liked the way the vibrations felt on my nether regions.

I was so addicted to it, I even dared sneak it to the bathroom and there were times I even snuck it to the shower and took a chance on wearing it in the shower. I found that if I snapped it on tight, I could walk with it without having anything on. I pretended it was a swimsuit. A woman walked in, and I acted like it was perfectly normal. She looked at me strangely. I was mortified that she’d say something to me about it, but she didn’t.

My heart was beating so fast. I told Pod about what I had done, and he thought that I was incredibly daring and encouraged me to do more things like that. I didn’t need much encouragement because I really wanted to try being a little daring. His validation and excitement about my naughty behavior definitely felt very rewarding. It was thrilling! I just didn’t want to get caught.

I kept taking stupid chances though. One day, it was 2 pm in the afternoon. My mom and dad were off somewhere. Lindsay was at the beach with a boy, and I was supposed to be watching my brothers and sisters. There wasn’t anything for us to do at the cabin and we didn’t feel like going to the pool or the beach.

Well, I didn’t because I was totally addicted to the sex toy. I now considered it mine even though I was swiping it from my sister. I wrapped myself in my towel and pretended I was coming for a “quick shower” to wash off the sand. I was thrilled there was no one taking a shower at the time. Most people were enjoying the sun or having a late lunch at that time. It was perfect.

I danced around the shower. Took some pictures of myself touching my toes and doing squats with the dildo attached to my pussy. I even took a few of my butt with the dildo filing in my crack. It was fun to wear but even more fun when you turn on the vibration.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I heard a familiar voice from inside the shower. I hadn’t heard her come in. It was Savannah’s husky, but sweet southern voice tempered with bitter rage. She had my old towel wrapped around her. She was wearing my old shirt that she had shredded so that her giant pregnant belly could pop out. She ripped the front to expose her cleavage. She was wearing my sandals and the only thing of hers were her sunglasses and a pair of rebel bikini bottoms she had on.

Savannah called me a slut and accused me of flashing her sons. I knew that was technically a lie, but the accusation chilled me to the bone. They HAD seen me naked outside. “I know you were prancing your little girly ass around your patio to tease my boys! Now you are in here dancing around to impress me? I don’t swing that way.”

I didn’t say anything. I was way too terrified. All the blood drained from my face and goosebumps began to spring up everywhere.

I stopped dancing and quickly grabbed my towel and phone. Savannah chuckled as I dashed out of there. I thought I was going to feint – I can’t even tell you how scared I was because I do not possess the words to accurately describe my emotions. I wasn’t afraid she’d beat me up, I wasn’t afraid she’d tell my parents.

I don’t know WHAT I was afraid of. She was certainly capable of those things and more. I think she just frightened me in lots of ways. “Hey, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you run away, girly,” she cackled a little.

I didn’t even remove the toy before I fled. I wrapped the towel I had around me and jogged back to the cabin with it securely between my legs – I can’t deny that it turned me on when I jogged with it. I ran into my bedroom, shut the door, and lay flat on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling. I still had the toy on when the door flew open. My immediate thought was Savannah had burst into my room to kick my ass.

“Gah!” I reacted in alarm as I raised off of the bed. It was Ruthie. She was worried because I dashed into the bedroom and closed the door without saying anything.

“Shut the door,” I reached over to my pussy and removed the sex toy. I felt ashamed of myself. I was still wet and naked from the shower. I had not bothered to change after my encounter with Savannah.

“What is that?” Ruthie smiled as she admired the toy I had just unsnapped. She reminded me sometimes of a precocious Drew Barrymore from the movie “E.T”.

“It’s nothing,” I started. Ruthie didn’t buy that. “It’s a toy, okay? An adult one!”

“Where did you get it?” she asked with a look of awe. I began to slip my panties on and get dressed.

“Look, you REALLY can’t tell anybody about this. It’s got to be our secret,” I pleaded with Ruthie.

“I want to try it!!” she had an impish grin on her face, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer. I told her it did things that felt good but scary.

“This is that thing that Lindsay keeps in her make-up box, isn’t it? I saw her take it out. Let me try it once, I promise I won’t say anything!!”

“Okay, once but you are going to hate it!” I assured my little sister. Once I was dressed, I snuck into the living room. I was fortunate that Georgie and Lucas were roughhousing. They didn’t seem to be paying attention. I still didn’t want to take any chances. I washed it off quickly and returned to my sister.

“Okay, just put it on the front,” I showed her how to do it after she pulled her panties down. She was fearless and not apprehensive at all.

Ruthie realized the second smaller plug went into the butt. “That part goes into my peanut butter?” she crooked an eye and looked worried.

“Just try it on the front,” I didn’t want her to go that far. It freaked me out when I did it and made my butthole sore the next day!

Ruthie was excited by the toy. She looked hungry when she used it. She didn’t seem to think it was dirty or nasty -she was having fun playing with it- popping it in and out of her tiny little pussy.

I knew it was wrong to teach her how to use a sex toy. I had been sexually active by the time I was her age and I gathered that despite her innocent demeanor – my little sister had no qualms about using her fingers to get herself off.

Ruthie made a buzzing noise in time with the advice after I turned it on for the way it was when she walked in. The vibration was silent, but she wanted to buzz along with it.

“Okay, happy now?” I asked hopeful that her curiosity was satiated. I didn’t want her to become a horny little monster and start hogging it.

Ruth Ann lay back with her knees up, and a satisfied grin and insisted that I let her keep doing it. After that, Ruth Ann and I had to share it whenever Lindsay left. It was weird at first masturbating with it in front of my sister. She didn’t have any qualms about getting her rocks off. She may act naïve and innocent, but she definitely knew what she liked.

Ruth Ann loved giving herself pleasure with the toy. I’ve always seen her as incredibly naïve and never thought of her as someone who might play with herself. Watching her frantically use it on her clit until she hit her own pleasure spots was almost validating to me. I thought “Even Ruthie does it! It must be normal to play with myself!”

My sister makes this tiny knowing grin and stares at you when she has an orgasm. It’s adorable. After two days of sharing, I was tired of that arrangement. Lindsay wasn’t gone enough, and I only had a short window to give myself an orgasm and snap a few pictures for Pod.

I don’t know why I had almost no qualms masturbating in front of my little sister with my big sister’s sex toy. I did not take any pictures of myself around her. I didn’t want her to ask to be photographed and I think I was just afraid that if she told on me to my parents – they’d find out about all the pictures I was sending Pod.

After that her curiosity was satiated. She and I shared a dirty little secret though. I knew that my innocent little sister wasn’t quite so innocent.