Chapter 11

“Nice try, Freckles,” I joked. “You are my dog until Mom gets home,” I led her away from her tiny mess and towards the house.

“I don’t know what is worse, being called a dog or a horny bitch,” she blushed. “Can I ask why you picked me today? Do you just hate me or something, Sir?”

That couldn’t have been farther from the truth. I loved my sister. I just didn’t want to sound mushy. I had already said how much more I liked her as Freckles. I was also still immature enough that I didn’t like to hear myself say “I love you” even to my mom and dad. I knew they knew I did, and I didn’t feel like I had to constantly remind them the way that Bubbles would.

“What makes you think I hate you, Freckles?” I stopped by the tree in our yard so that I could talk to her. I didn’t want to bring her back inside quickly and have this conversation.

“You just told me you never liked me as Katie, the uptight bitch. You like me as Freckles the horny bitch,” she mused with a bit of a chagrin on her face.”

I could see how my sister could misconstrue what I said.

“Hey, I am all done spanking their butts. Can I let them drop their spoons and start chores?” Georgie opened the sliding glass door and interrupted our conversation. I told him that would be fine. It felt strange that Georgie thought he had to come to me and ask me something that basic. I wondered if that was how my parents felt when I did that.

I didn’t feel confident enough to make some decisions on my own and I probably annoyed the crap out of them in the past.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me why you hate me. There are probably too many reasons to pick just one,” Freckles really dumped on herself.

“Name one reason I would hate you,” I asked. I didn’t hold her to calling me Sir. She was being polite, and we were having a genuine conversation.

“I ruined your summer vacation by making the trip about me. I got in so much trouble that no one is going to remember the time we went to the amusement park and road go-karts or went to the beach. They’ll only remember the time Freckled Butts streaked across the campground in nothing but a pair of panties or got spanked out in front of everyone.”

“That was fun,” I admitted.

“Yeah, fun for you because you got to see me get what I deserved,” she said. “We are super close in age, and you are my brother but at school I ignore you, and walk the other way when I see you,” she said it like it was an admission of guilt on her part.

I hadn’t noticed. I didn’t want to hang out with her either. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of Katie/Freckles. I just didn’t think we had anything in common or a reason to hang out. I didn’t think she deserved punishment for not wanting to hang out with her little brother. I was confused why she’d even say that.

“Do you remember when you told me at the Go-Kart rides that you and Georgie could conspire to get me in trouble by simply not doing your chores?” she asked.

“We didn’t do this intentionally!” I insisted. I assumed she meant her punishment was somehow my doing.

She shook her head and allowed her soft brown hair to fall on her shoulders and back as she clarified. “I knew you were joking at the time and just teasing. I just assumed the worst in you, like you were going to blackmail me or something. I know what happened is all my fault. I think what makes me feel the guiltiest is that if I had never done any of this then my parents wouldn’t have punished Lindsay. Ruthie wouldn’t have volunteered to be punished. You wouldn’t have had to watch me poop on the lawn. It’s just all messed up,” she pouted.

That was an interesting perspective, but I didn’t agree with it. I told her that Lindsay and Ruthie checked out and now they are Buffy and Bubbles. “Buffy did bad things and now she is paying those consequences. Bubbles wanted to experience punishment and you GAVE her a chance to do it. She probably wouldn’t have had the courage to ask for what she really wanted to do. As for me, I think this is fun.”

“Yes, fun to tease me because you hate me,” she added.

“No, fun to tease you because I love you. If I hated you, I’d hang you from this tree or something and shove this spoon back up your ass as far as it would go,” I smirked.

“It’s been over 20 minutes and you probably should. Would you let me lick it a little to make it easier to slide in?”

I was surprised she asked for permission to do that. I was more than happy to let her lick her spoon. Inserting it into her butt was like sliding an oil dipstick into an engine. It turned me on so much being able to play with their assholes. This is the hole they pooped out of – and it was available to me like a toy!! That had to be so intensely humiliating to them but the three of them accepted it like it was simply part of the punishment and they had to go along with it.

This was turning out to be an incredible summer.

Dad let me do dip the dipstick in the engine one time to his old car. Their cute little butts were much cleaner than that old engine. Definitely much cleaner than I thought they would be. I thought girl’s butts would be filled with poop – but not really. I even enjoyed the smell. Their ass sweat was sweet almost – and didn’t smell like farts or anything stinky like I thought they would at first. The scent of girl bottoms turned me on!

She began to blush as the spoon tip passed through her anus and she clenched around it. Her pussy lips opened like a clam opening its shell at the same time.

“This far or can I push it in further?”

“You can go as far as it was before, Sir. That feels like it’s just at the tip and will fall out.”

I blushed on her behalf as I gently pushed the spoon into her darkened little hole. Her anus had closed up and shrunk to its original size over the past twenty minutes. I discovered that my sister’s anus was like an elastic band that went inside a purse, and it could be drawn shut or expanded as needed. I also discovered that slowly pushing centimeter after centimeter deep was deeply satisfying and that the spoon could go really deep into her butt hole – more than five inches and she hadn’t stopped me yet.

“Can I ask why you haven’t chosen me to give you a hand job after the first time?” she asked nervously as I patted her spoon to make sure that it was seated nicely in her butt. “Did you not like it? I kind of wondered if I did a bad job and that is why you are making me be a dog?”

“You did fine,” I explained. Freckles is the only one who did a straight hand job without anything fancy added. She masturbated me like I would have jerked myself off. It was plain and simple and there was nothing wrong with it – other than it wasn’t the fireworks inducing stuff that Bubbles did for me.

“It’s got to be something then. You spend a lot of time talking to Buffy and Bubbles and I am sort of the odd person left out,” she lamented.

I never thought of it that way. I always felt like I was the middle kid with a case of invisibility (and not the good kind where you can walk into a girl’s locker room and not be noticed). I am shy and I’ve often felt like I was in the background to everyone else’s story – even my sister Freckles.

“Am I going to be chosen to be your dog every day this summer? Just tell me that, Sir.”

“Mom said this is only going to last two weeks,” I reminded her.

“She will come up with something I did wrong and make it last all summer,” Freckles felt certain of that. “I will be lucky if I am not continuing this into my sophomore year.”

“That could be fun,” I snickered.

“Fun for you, sir!” she harumphed and asked me again to tell her if she would be my dog regularly.

“I really don’t know, Freckles. This is my second day in charge, but I am not singling you out. I really didn’t mean that you were an awful person as Katie. All I was saying earlier is that as Freckles, you make a better house pet.

Freckles was about to say something snarky. It was funny to watch her close her mouth before she could get a word out the moment, I told her to shut up. She looked straight ahead as I walked her into the living room.

That afternoon, I didn’t do any chores. Georgie barely did any. Buffy and Bubbles had to do everything, and I made them use the tooth brush to wash the dishes because that’s what mom wanted them to do. Yesterday, I let them slide and use the sponge.

I tried not to be a jerk and let the authority go to my head. However, I walked around with the wooden spoon and smacked their asses for different reasons. Usually, it was posture. If you are looking for a reason to smack a butt, then Buffy will give you one. She usually has a goofy expression, or she is leaning on something.

I let Bubbles play with Freckles and throw the ball in the living room and make her sister fetch it and bring it back. Dad bought one small enough that Freckles could fit it in her mouth, but it took some work for her to pick it up. Freckles started to drool if you left the ball in her mouth.

We didn’t even turn on the television or watch YouTube that afternoon. I was too busy with the girls. That was the first time I had gone a whole day without watching something online. I just couldn’t get interested in it.

I was in the middle of giving Buffy and Bubbles their mandatory spankings toward the end of the day when the doorbell rang, and we heard a familiar knock. “Answer it, Buffalo Butt,” I told my sister. It was rare I called her Buffalo Butt.

I’d pretty much stopped thinking of her as Lindsay entirely and now she WAS Buffy to me.

“How do you know it’s him, Sir?” she asked. I had seen Mr. Miller walk up to the house through the living room windows, but I didn’t tell her that. “If it’s not then they will get an eyeful. Now open the door and answer it.”

“May I at least pull this spoon out of my ass crack, Sir?” Buffy was clenching the spoon handle between her butt cheeks since I was finished spanking her. She was waddling toward the door. I didn’t answer her and let her continue hobbling to the door.

“This guy is never going to let me babysit! He already thinks I am nuts,” She waited for a moment to see if I would change my mind and then answered the door. “Hello Mr. Miller, what can I do you for?” she asked playfully as she opened the door part way.

He started to introduce himself.

“Who is it, Buffalo Butt? Open the door all the way so that I can see him,” I insisted from the couch. I knew who it was.

My sister bit her lower lip and opened the door wide enough that her tits and most of her body was visible. She told me it was Mr. Miller and invited him inside politely. She backed away from the door as he followed her in.

“Oh, did I arrive while you were getting your spanking?” Mr. Miller pretended to be surprised. He had been here yesterday at the exact same time, and this was no coincidence. “When you first told me that you were being punished, I thought you were putting me on,” he said.

Buffy frowned on one side of her mouth. “You thought me, and my sisters were standing naked in our living room waiting for you to come over, so that we could trick you into thinking we were be spanked, Sir?”

“I can see what your father was saying about your attitude,” Mr. Miller implied that my sister was being bratty for calling him out on his bullshit.

“Stop trying to show Mr. Miller your fat tits and your beaver, and get back in the waiting position, Buffalo Butt!”