Chapter 3

The Itty Bitty Titty Committee are really good sports about suffering during breakfast. Twice I thought about letting them up, so they didn’t have to sniff each other’s butts and let them start eating. I kept hoping Georgie would suggest it so I could pretend to have a change of heart and let them off the hook.

He kept eating and giggled a little. I don’t want to give the impression that Georgie is like silent Bob and never speaks. “Bubbles how does Freckle’s asshole smell?” he asked. We used to cuss around the house when my parents weren’t home. It was an unspoken understanding we had with our siblings that nobody told on each other.

However, now that question wouldn’t have gotten my brother’s mouth washed out even if he said it at dinner around my parents.

“Fresh and fruity and rooty tooty, Sir” Bubbles answered with a chipper attitude like she was delighted to be asked any question at all. She sighed a little as she did though because she was used to us asking her questions like that and her response was almost always something positive and cute like that.

Rooty tooty fresh and fruity was the name of a breakfast dish with glazed fruit and whip cream that you could order at IHOP.

“More like fresh and farty, and poopy booty,” I joked. Georgie laughed at my joke, but he always laughs at fart jokes. Even Freckles laughed and I was talking about her butthole being fart and poopy. I wondered if they felt obligated to laugh at my jokes because I was the boss. I told myself not to read too much into it.

“Ooh laugh into my stinker again, Freckles. That felt nice!” Buffy wiggled her ass back and forth slightly, forcing Freckle’s head to move side to side along with it because her nose was in Buffy’s crack.

Buffy frequently made requests to do things that would turn her on even if resulted in her humiliation. I was never sure how serious she truly was about that. I wasn’t sure how insatiable she was and whether or not Freckle’s laughter had actually turned Buffy on, or it was just another joke.

“Tell another joke, sir and I will!” Freckles begged me to make her laugh so she could try again.

“Did you hear the one about a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee who convinced her boyfriend to do a 69 with her?” I began. “She told him to lie down on the ground, and she squats down over his face to assume the position and farts. Embarrassed she stood up and apologized. She squats down for another go but farts again, she gets up and apologizes again.”

Everyone was quiet as I delivered the punch line. “Before she can try a third time, her boyfriend walked out saying yeah this isn’t really for me, I’m not having 67 more of those in my face!”

They didn’t laugh. At least, I knew that they weren’t laughing at my jokes just to get on my good side.

“That’s not really how 69 works, and we can’t have boyfriends, Sir,” Freckles explained. She was sore that she had been forbidden contact with Pod. That is the boy she had been texting naughty pictures of herself on vacation. Mom is still thinking about what she wants to do about that, and I think my sister is worried Mom will tell her boyfriend. I am not sure what embarrasses Freckles more - all of the bad things that she did on vacation or her punishments.

I think that would be pretty cruel. I assumed Mom was probably bluffing though as a threat to keep Freckles in line. If she behaves herself, I assume Mom would not tell this boy all the sordid details about her because he’d probably break up with her!

“What’s invisible and smells like carrots?” Bubbles asked with a wry grin. “A bunny fart!”

We all laughed at that despite it being absurdly silly. I could see that Freckles and Buffy both vibrated a little as the girl behind them laughed into their pussy. Fart jokes were nothing new to us. Even my parents told them at times. What was new was this new awkward dynamic between the boys of the family and the girls.

I felt like it wasn’t intentionally that way though. My parents didn’t believe men were superior to women and I do not think anyone in the family did. It just so happened that the girls were being punished and my brother and I were not.

“Okay, you cunts! You can clear the plates, divide it evenly and eat off the floor! Bubbles, you can pour a cup of cold coffee, no sugar, no milk and lap it up if you want. The rest of you can drink tap water, either way you will run it through your filter”

I still felt uneasy about saying cunt. My mom’s eyes get really wide when I say it as if she is getting nervous or upset. This is all new for my family. My parents seem to be adjusting to the changes, but things have rapidly escalated since Myrtle beach. It’s surreal and hard to believe any of this happening. It’s been an adjustment for all of us.

My mom seemed the most grounded and certain of things, but when she sees me acting bossy or saying “cunt” she definitely gets nervous. That makes me nervous too – like I shouldn’t be doing it (but I want to).

I had only ever said that word a few times in my life before the punishments. Now, we say it quite a bit around the house. My parents never said Georgie and I can say it, but they also didn’t stop us when we called the girls cunts or talked about their pussies and called them cunts.

The girls HAVE to speak in the most vulgar manner they can about their bodies. They can’t say vagina or breasts. I can wash their mouth out with soap if they do. They rarely make that mistake though. Mom wanted them to be as crass and vulgar as they could when referring to their own bodies and each other. It’s part of the punishment.

I am assuming it goes back to the whole idea of having to smoke carton after carton of cigarettes, but I never truly understood it. It’s just funny to hear them come up with really creative ways to describe their slits and other more intimate body parts.

After we finish eating, the girls take our food and divide it between them and then scrape it into one of the existing plates that was on the table. Mom doesn’t allow them to dirty new dishes. They rarely get to use fingers to eat and have to pick up the food with their mouth. Mom allows them to cut their food ahead of time.

They don’t have to be told to cut the food, but they do have to wait in their eating positions. It’s very similar to crawling. They get down on their knees and lean forward. They have to keep their hands flat and hold the position with their legs apart so that their pussies and assholes are both visible. That’s important to Mom. She says that seeing how wet they are helping her monitor how aroused and distracted the girls are getting.

I have thought about taking their pictures in this humiliating position. There are only a few days left before the week is up and I want to remember how they looked on the ground waiting for permission to eat. My sisters have cute, upturned noses and look a little stuck-up, so it’s hard to imagine them degrading themselves like this.

I take a lot of mental snapshots of them to remember everything I see, but I fear I may forget one day. I don’t take pictures though. That got Freckles and Buffy in a lot of trouble, and I think they may feel that I am taking advantage of the situation too much. I’ve never asked if I could take pictures -so I just don’t.

One of the new rules that Mom recently introduced was that the girls have to get permission to get a drink and it should be “filtered”. The girls stand in the kitchen over a baking pan and one of them pours whatever they are going to drink down their ass crack. Then they lap it up out of the baking pan.

Dad tried making them drink from salad bowls at first, but the human tongue doesn’t work like a cat, or a dog and the sides of the bowl are too high. This makes it so their ass is wet and slippery, and they can get their entire face into the pan to gulp it down.

I gave Buffy the choice of coffee or water, and she chose coffee. Her sister poured it down her ass crack and some of the coffee ran down her legs, but the rest rained down from her ass cheeks into the pan. Buffy scrunched her nose in disgust and shook her leg over the pan.

Mom doesn’t want the girls to enjoy their food. That includes how they eat. At first, that meant cold leftovers and having a time limit on it but lately they’ve been adding more restrictions to make it even more humiliating to do something as mundane as eat breakfast.

My mother believes that their pleasure should be limited while on punishment and that will make it so that when they can eat like people again – they will appreciate it more. I suppose the same could be said for wearing clothes, sitting on furniture and even being able to say vagina and breasts again if they want too.

“You have five minutes to gobble your food like good little knobs,” I repeated what Dad usually said. The girls groaned and began to munch like cows grazing on grass. Syrup and bacon grease was already running down their chins.

I suppose they expected me to distinguish myself from my mom and dad and say my own funny little lines, but I was new to all of this. My father has fun teasing the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. He’ll even suddenly tell them to stop chewing and then let them start, only to frustrate them by making them stop and start over and over.

I have to admit, I’d be pissed off and annoyed if he did that to me, but like I say the girls are pretty good sports.

I put my bare foot in Lindsay’s food pan and let her smell my toe. I stepped on her food and when she scrunched her nose in disgust, I thought she’d say something snarky. “You can milk me this morning,” I said.

“Oh goody,” she pretended to be giddy with joy adding “Thank you Sir.”

“You are the one that said we are a lot easier to deal with after we masturbate,” I reminded my sister of something she said during vacation. She threatened to make Freckles jerk us off. Buffy was mad that Freckles convinced Mom and Dad to go out on their own because she had planned to go jet skiing with a local boy that she liked. He spent a lot of money to rent the jet skis and Buffy was really looking forward to it.

Freckles did that so Buffy would have to stay home and watch us, and I guess they were mad at each other over something. Shortly after that, Buffy went looking for the guy and left Freckles at the cabin to watch over us. I guess the guy Buffy liked invited another guy to go with him and so when Buffy returned, she was really angry. That’s when she found out that Freckles had been stealing her dildo and playing with it behind her back.

She made Freckles come out to the living room and use it on herself and threatened to make her jerk us off every day that she had to stay home in the future.

Mom doesn’t call this a punishment though and it’s not to make us “nicer” either. She told me once that what we see is highly arousing and sexual, but it isn’t sex. “If you end up getting hard, I want you to masturbate. You are going to get pent up frustrations and blue balls.”

I am not sure if blue balls are a real thing but I do not want to find out. It’s apparently where your nuts turn blue and get really swollen.

At first, Mom suggested we do it in private (which we did). However, she often makes the Itty Bitty Titty Committee masturbate each other openly in front of her. That’s to humiliate them and take away their privacy.

The other day she asked us if we wanted the girls to take care of us by jerking us off. She was nervous about bringing it up. At first, I thought it was a trick question. “You watch them do it – so it’s only fair. You don’t have to do it in the living room, in fact I’d rather you not. You can just tell one of them to go milk you in private and take care of it.”

“Who do you want to milk you today, Georgie?” I asked my brother. Normally, my mom decides for us.

I’ve had Buffy jerk me off twice, and Freckles jerk me off once in the past two days since this began. I’ve been squeamish about Bubbles doing it for me. Georgie has had Bubbles do it three times and Freckles once (that I know of).

We aren’t supposed to play favorites, but we obviously are. Buffy does a really thorough job and squeezes nice and hard. I do not think Georgie is attracted to his twin sister. I think it’s that she looks a little dejected.

As far as I know, they’ve never “milked” my dad and I am pretty sure that my mom would never do anything sexually with them like that. She spanks them but that is about it.

“Hi, I want to try Buffy one time,” Georgie complained. Freckles didn’t seem overly concerned about not being chosen. I know she finds it odious touching my dick. I don’t blame her – I know it is a little weird since we are so close in age. Bubbles seemed genuinely hurt not to be chosen.

“I’ve got two hands, I can jerk you both off,” Buffy made two fists and pantomimed holding dicks in them while jerking us off double fisted.

Georgie and I considered it but neither of us wanted to do that. I’ve seen him masturbate before and he’s seen me, but we don’t do that anymore and we never talk about that. We shared a bedroom since we were babies – so obviously we knew a lot of each other’s secrets like that.

“I’ll go first, and you can stay here and make the other two sluts do something amusing,” I said.

“I am not the one in charge, you are,” Georgie reminded me. Mom and Dad have been preparing me for them going back to work. However, Georgie has been present at every lesson. He knows what is and isn’t okay to do.

There are rules and boundaries and my parents told me that. We can’t put our dicks in them- that’s a big no-no. I couldn’t believe they even felt the need to tell me that, but I guess given the unusual circumstances it was good to bring that up. There are lots of other things we can’t do with them or make them do – but it mostly comes down to no actual sex (besides hand jobs that my mom calls ‘milking) and nothing painful except difficult to hold positions, washing their mouth out with soap, and spanking.