Chapter 9

I wanted to ask questions about what had just happened. I wanted to know how everyone else felt about it. It felt like the game had ended ‘abruptly’. Was there a winner declared? Did I ruin it and interrupt before it ended?

I was so horny, despite having shot my load on my Aunt’s face. I wanted to ask “Did this really happen? Was this real life or am I dreaming?”

Everyone else reverted to a very casual attitude, put on their clothes and began getting snacks or going about the normal things the girls did around me.

At the end of the game, I felt this cathartic release of emotion. I had been crying and panicking. I felt unwanted and that everyone thought I was creepy. I worried that my parents would ask why I came home early, and they may find out why.

I assumed they might even come home early from their vacation because I wasn’t permitted to stay home by myself.

Yet, after all that worry and consternation, I now felt strangely at peace. It may have been the fact that I had a VERY satisfying orgasm, but I was on top of the world.

I didn’t understand these feelings of contentment. They felt like a reward I hadn’t earned. I also had questions about the game, the boundaries, and why they did what they did. Yet, they didn’t want to answer and changed the subject. The girls had completed the game and went back to almost the same behavior they had when they were not playing the game.

The girls were more interested in snacking and my Aunt Pat smacked their hands and told them not to spoil their dinners. She had gone from submissive back to catty sarcasm without so much as the blink of an eye. The girls reverted to their normal bratty behavior.

However, they seemed to be “different” as well. It may just have been that I felt like I knew them more closely and they had shared their secrets with them. They acted a little more like I was family and I felt like one of them. I was still just a cousin – but they seemed a little more open to talking to me like I was not just an annoying observer and more like I was an annoying cousin that was standing over their make-up bag and needed to get out of the way.

It was a step in the right direction.

They also seemed in a subtle way to be happier – as if playing the game had released some inner demons and stress.

Jen was not quite as obnoxious and seemed content. She put on some casual street clothes that were relatively respectable looking. She didn’t have on a bra, but she didn’t really need one because her tits were so perky. She did put on panties, though, and that surprised me.

Misty put on panties and a knee-length mini-skirt. She wore a bra and a casual blouse that showed off her neckline, but it was hardly out of place or provocative. She seemed content, contrite, and generally helpful and playful. She was willing to talk a little about what happened, but in general, she showed no interest in explaining.

Hope wanted to wear her Pokémon onesie. She wore nothing under it. She seemed a little unwilling to wear clothes at all. The other girl said she was sexually frustrated and needed some cock, but she denied it. She was mostly interested in talking with her sisters and not me. She began saying “Pika-Pika!” when I tried to talk to her.

Patty was generally very happy. She had gotten some good sun while she was out and was already developing a nice base tan. She did wear a bra and a pair of green panties. She put on a loose denim blouse with sequins and a short skirt with heels. She didn’t look like a streetwalker, but she definitely seemed a little trashy. It was still good enough to go out to eat in Florida, even at a nice restaurant.

My sunburn had fully “lobstered up.” Patty explained this is something that sneaks up on you. You think you are fine and don’t have a sunburn. Your face starts to get redder and redder, and then suddenly, you become aware that you are burnt. It stings.

I put on a pair of jeans and a shirt, but I didn’t have any shoes. “You made me throw mine away,” I explained that I’d have to wear those beach sandals.

“I gave you 190 bucks. Why didn’t you just hop into the Dollar General or any of the stores on the way back and get you a pair of shoes?” she asked like I was an idiot.

The girls didn’t seem all that shocked that I had that money. They rolled their eyes, but that could have been for any number of foibles I had made or reasons I couldn’t fathom.

I explained that I hadn’t because I was looking for the girls and didn’t think about it. I showed her I had all of it and gave it back.

My Aunt didn’t snatch it out of my hand, but she also didn’t give me a chance to take it back. She added that to her existing money and counted it all. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a woman count money in a sexy way – but the excited way she concentrated as she rapidly counted the money turned me on.

Patty gave a hundred to each of us and kept the rest. “This is for spending while you are at Panama Beach,” she shrugged that it was only money. She called us an Uber but didn’t tell us where we were going and the girls didn’t ask.

I expected the girls to flirt with the driver, flash their boobs, or maybe have him stop halfway across the Grand Lagoon Bridge and make the others high step or jog behind the car.

The girls went outside of the Winnebago for a little while to wait for the Uber. I wasn’t sure if I should join them. I thought they might want to talk amongst themselves because they had not invited me. They were smoking, passing around a joint, and Aunt Patty had a regular cigarette. No mention of the game was made and there was no hint that they’d ever played.

There were none of those naughty shenanigans from earlier today. You would never know that they did any of those wild things if you saw them that evening. They seemed like any ordinary southern girls on vacation and talked about very ordinary and mundane things. They didn’t talk about what we did or act on it. It was like they had their fill today and put the game aside. I respected it, but it was all new to me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was desperate for them to continue.

The Grand Marlin was just a short trip across the bridge. It’s located in the parking lot of a marina. The first thing I saw when we arrived was that the marina building looked like a massive warehouse. I thought that was where we were going.

The Grand Marlin was posh on the interior and very busy. It was a big upgrade from the can of beans I had for supper two days earlier. We were seated with a great view of all the boats on the Saint Andrews Bay. They boast seafood so fresh that they print their menus daily to take advantage of the local catch.

The girls ordered shrimp cocktails for appetizers. They didn’t ask their mom if they could. I was surprised because I would never order an appetizer but if I wanted one, I would have asked my parents’ permission.

The first hint that I had of their ribald humor re-emerging was how Patty mused over how many “cocktails” she sat on today to be able to afford this expensive dinner. The appetizers were about 20 dollars each, and she wanted to order one for everyone at the table.

“I do not like seafood,” I admitted. It seems dumb to come to a restaurant like this if you don’t like seafood, but no one asked me my preference. The others looked at me as if I didn’t know what I was missing.

“Not even Tuna?” Hope found it hard to believe that I would also be persnickety about seafood like I was about eggs.

“Definitely not!” I hated the smell of Tuna worse than I did eggs. My mother ate it with mayonnaise, and it smelled salty and fishy and made the whole fridge reek.

“You probably won’t like eating pussy!” Hope joked, and the entire table erupted. I think the tables next to us heard the girls laughing at the joke.

“I know you guys don’t want to talk about today, but can I ask one question?”

They seemed to expect that I was going to bring it up. The look on their faces told me that they didn’t want to talk about it, but they seemed amused and indulged me.

“Did you really EAT Jen’s ass? I mean, like, bite into it?” I kept my voice down. My naïve question amused them. I felt stupid for having wasted my one question. They had some choices of insults/comments about how I was obviously wet behind the ears and needed education on sex.

“I got up in Jen’s asshole about two inches and licked like a good little slut,” Hope admitted. She didn’t seem like she was bragging or anything like that, but she didn’t seem ashamed of it either.

“I love getting my poopy-hole licked. It tickles,” Misty smiled. There was something kind of sexy about how she said “poopy-hole”. It made it sound less vulgar than a word like “Ass Hole” and kind of cute and girly.

“Does it taste bad?” I asked. I made a disgusted face like I expected that even a girl’s butt must taste nasty.

“You said ONE question,” Patty took a drink and looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. “One reason we don’t like to bring others into the game is they don’t know when it’s over.” She had ordered herself a bourbon “neat.” I didn’t know what that meant, but I could smell the alcohol from across the table, so I knew it was strong.

I apologized.

“Jen’s asshole tasted salty because she had been at the beach all day. It’s not poopy if that’s what you mean,” Hope answered my question, albeit a little reluctantly.

“Now, her rancid wet cunt, well, that tasted like warm tuna fish and piss, so unless you like piss, I can’t recommend it,” Misty preened. Jen was the only one who didn’t chuckle.

The waiter had just come behind and was pouring water over her shoulder. “Oops,” she giggled, and the others laughed as well. He must have heard at least a bit of that comment.

I ordered a cheddar burger. My Aunt told me there was a Ribeye on the menu, and I could choose that. “The Ribeye is 45 dollars, and the burger is 17,” I observed the price difference was substantial.

“I told you to order what you want. I did not tell you to compare prices. You aren’t paying for this; I am. Do you want the Ribeye?”

Truth be told, I had never had a “Ribeye,” and my parents would have likely asked to let me order off the kid’s menu at a place like this, even though I am too old for a kid’s menu. I still look like a “kid” and waitstaff have never questioned it. My parents would never have indulged me with a 45-dollar entrée. In my mind, I pictured the Ribeye to be made of pork ribs like the ones I had earlier today, but with an eyeball on it and so I wasn’t sure I was going to like it.

“Yeah, a Ribeye sounds delicious,” I said confidently. I wanted to seem adventurous and cool like them.

My Aunt offered me a sweet smile and told the waiter that is exactly what I would have. The restaurant had REAL Thousand Island dressing as well, not that plastic-tasting Kraft kind. I enjoyed the salad very much. I avoided asking more questions about today’s game while they laughed and talked about other things. Most of those topics were about people, places, or events I had never heard of before.

When my Ribeye came, it was not at all what I expected. It was this huge, charred steak, whipped potatoes, and elegantly cut French green beans. It smelled great. I probably made a face because it wasn’t what I expected. However, it looked delicious.

“Something wrong with the food?” my Aunt offered her concern when she saw my reaction to the big plate.

“No, it looks great, Patty,” I replied without a second thought. I had never called another adult by their first name. A teacher, my parents, other people’s parents, whatever it was – I had never even considered using their first name. Until recently, I wouldn’t have called my Aunt by her first name only, but her daughters had, and I did all day long. Even Misty and Hope had referred to their mother as Patty while they were playing the game.

Jen had also called her Cunt-Face and 69, and I avoided that, but I called her Patty, and she answered it just fine earlier.

I assumed she might just be trying to get my goat by pretending to be offended, when she wiped her mouth and looked at me with a stern gaze.

“Come again?”

“What? I called you Patty all day. Is that not okay?”

“Am I playing the game?” she asked me as she took a sip of her drink.

“No,” I answered, even though the question was rhetorical.

“Are you going to be IT tomorrow?”

“Could I be?” I asked enthusiastically. The others didn’t laugh or say anything.

“No,” she said curtly before explaining, “You don’t even know why we play. Here is something you NEED to know, though. We turn it off. We don’t keep on after it’s over. We got off, we laughed, some of us cried, a few of us actually had a proper orgasm, and we had our jollies. Now we move on. If we do the game 24 hours a day, we get burned out, pissed off at each other, and frankly, nothing gets done that needs to get done. At this table, I am Aunt Patty or Ma’am. Is that understood?”

“Yes, I understand that you can turn it off, but for me, this was a crazy up and down rollercoaster. It was like I was confused but turned on. Then when you punished Jen by making her take charge of you, I was even more confused. At first, I thought you were just doing all this stuff for attention or as a goof, and then it seemed mean but exciting. I had all of this excitement building up just watching you. There was this tense moment where you got confronted by the cops, and then another time you got caught changing. It was like a nail-biter where I had no idea what would happen, and I had to grip hard and hold on with white knuckles, or I’d fall off. Then I wanted to escape and go be by myself, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. When you sat with me at the rib place and shared with me about your past, you raised more questions than you answered for me. You rushed off, and I felt like I was thirsty and wanted a drink of water but only got to take a sip! You know? After I talked to you at the rib place, I wanted to get back and figure out what was going on, and then well, it got so wild.”

I just laid it out all there – all my thoughts in one long stream of consciousness mixing up all of the feelings that I had in a semi-confusing jumble.

I took a drink of my water, and my Aunt didn’t interrupt me. I continued but tried to get to the point. “When Jen started making fun of me and making me feel small, I took it to heart. I wanted to crawl into a pool of liquid and just evaporate, then it turned out to be a joke, but it was like – I don’t know, maybe this entire weight had been lifted, or this cloud. All I know is that I was sort of at peace, and yet I wanted to know more about how it works – why it works.”

Patty nodded with understanding and empathy.

She didn’t say anything. I continued talking, “I don’t know the rules. I liked calling you Patty today, and I thought you liked being called Patty. I didn’t mean to offend you! I won’t do it again.”

Patty took another small sip of her drink. She was still quite sober. She delivered the next line with a very serious and grim face. “You have to understand that we like to bust balls, Cunter.”

The others had been holding their breath and laughed. I mean – let it out and had a good laugh at my expense.

At first, I once again felt like the embarrassed object of ridicule. However, as the laughter died down, they appeared to look at me as if I were one of them, and they laugh at each other just as hard.

Misty confided that I kind of described how the game feels to her. “At first, I can feel confused and disoriented, and then I get really horny, or maybe scared, and I feel all of these terrible emotions about myself, and I want to escape. Yet, I don’t even try to escape. I want to come back and find out more, do more, and when I get broken down to my bare elements and exposed, I feel raw and sensitive, but also this sense of release.”

“Bullshit, You just like having your taco tickled,” Jen teased her sister. Misty’s face brightened, and she agreed.

Hope smiled as well and said that she could relate to what I said about adrenaline building and then when it drops – it feels terrifying!

“Why would you want to be terrified?” I asked. I assumed she may have meant electrifying.

Hope looked at Jen to help her with the explanation. The answer may have been so obvious to Hope that she didn’t know how to communicate it in words.

“Have you never watched a serial killer movie and related to the girls at the summer camp? Stumbling around in the dark at night while they get cut down one by one, rushing for the exits only to find their worst fears confronting them? But then it’s just a movie, and after all, that screaming and crying, the lights go on, and when you know you are safe and can go home, you feel warm and cozy all over?”

I hadn’t ever experienced that, but there were some obvious comparisons to that example and how Jen made me feel today – on several occasions, not just the only one.

“I know you have a lot of thoughts buzzing around in your brain. I can almost smell the smoke coming out of your ears. At the same time, if we start filling your head with terms like sub-space, sub-drop, or any of the reasons we tickle our own tacos the way we do - it’s probably going to overload you. Enjoy your steak while it is warm, and don’t worry so much about pissing me off. If you apologize over every little thing, then your real apologies won’t mean anything.”

That was a fair observation. I told her I was raised to apologize whenever I made a mistake, big or small.

“That sounds like something my sister would say,” Patty cracked open some lobster. She acknowledged my point without offering a rebuttal. That left a silence at the table.

Even though the moment of levity after my long screed had made things less awkward, I still felt that my Aunt was quite serious about not calling her Patty and wanted to apologize for bringing it up outside of the game.

“I am genuinely sorry that I called you Patty outside of the game. I’ve heard your daughters call you Patty on the Winnie when we were on the road. I thought you liked it or at least didn’t mind it. It won’t happen again.”

Patty rolled her eyes, sucked a juicy hunk of white lobster into her mouth, and chewed. “We don’t really do speech protocol. I guess it depends on who is IT,” she looked at Misty and Hope, respectively. I didn’t know what “speech protocol” was but from context I assumed that it was the rules of the game around addressing one another.