Chapter 15

My question to my brother was would he really like it if I called him Sir. I kind of liked the idea, but I didn’t know why – and I wasn’t sure if he was serious.

“I guess so,” he shrugged as if it didn’t matter one way or the other. I thought about what my Aunt had said about only doing something if the other person liked it. I felt a little silly for agreeing to the dare.

The boys gave my cousin the promised weed even though we hadn’t completed two dares. They trusted her enough to know she’d do it.

Interestingly, when we got back to our room, Harley plopped on the bed and scowled at me for agreeing to the final dare. “If Daddy starts expecting us to call them Sir after this, I am going to mow your ass like a lawnmower,” she promised.

I joked that she had to shave it anyway.

“I can’t believe those dirty pricks still watch me play with myself,” Harley removed her shirt. She usually only changed in the room and wasn’t naked for long. After the dare session though she wanted to blow off some steam and she started touching herself while lying on her bed.

She had a very small bed and there wasn’t a lot of room for me to lay down. “Are you going to stand over me and watch?” she asked angrily as she frigged herself.

“No, where should I go?”

“To hell, or lay down. I do not give a shit. After those dares, I sort of need to play with my tuna fish,” she said. She often described her pussy as smelling like fish, but it actually smelled sweet to me. “You can rub one out as well,” she offered politely.

After that dare session, we had bonded or perhaps reached another level of comfort with one another – because she had no problem with me laying next to her naked and playing with myself in the dark. I liked the warmth of my cousin’s body as we snuggled close. She didn’t want me to spoon her or touch her, but she didn’t pull away when our bodies touched either.

“How come you would rather do dares than ask truths?” I asked.

“Can we not talk? Just fiddle and diddle, please?” she sighed. There was some silence and the quiet sounds of our masturbation. “Jesus, it sounds like you are playing with wet macaroni,” she finally whispered and broke the silence. “The reason is that I like doing the dares, okay? My brothers are pervs, but they come up with some fun dares. I tried giving them dares, but all I ever come up with is for them to touch peckers or helicopter their dicks.”

She gyrated her hips around and round the way that her brothers did in the shower when they didn’t think they were being watched. I could have thought of some good dares. “If you tell them I like doing the dares, I will skin your pussy with a rusty butter knife and wear it like a glove.”

“That’s kind of like your mom,” I pointed out.

“I am nothing like that whore,” she looked angry but didn’t stop finger fucking herself.

“Yeah, she likes doing what she is told,” I disagreed with her. I did that at my peril. My cousin didn’t like being told she was wrong and she didn’t like being compared to her mother – even though they seemed cut from the same cloth in so many ways.

“She’ll lay face down in a cow turd without question because Eddie told her to do it. I can and did refuse dares. I am not going to call any of them Sir – that would make them the boss of me.”

“It’s just showing respect,” I squeezed my nipples softly and stroked my breasts.

“No, those creeps will start bossing you around. I guarantee it. That’s why it’s not just a word. I’ve heard my mom call Eddie her Master too. Imagine if you called them that? That’s basically asking them to tell you what to do.”

“Can’t you think of it like a dare?” I asked as I brought my finger down to my clit. I enjoyed the feeling of curly pubic hair as I thought about shaving my pussy completely the next day. I was nervous, but aware that I’d have to do it now.

“What are you talking about?” Harley asked me to explain.

“If your brothers told you what to do. Why not just think of it like a dare?”

“Unlimited dares during the day?” Harley laughed at the absurdity of being so generous with her brothers. “They’d probably dare me to spread peanut butter all over my ass, and then sit on jelly and become a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!”

“Would you?” I asked as I fingered myself. I tried not to make it obvious I was touching my own tender, tight asshole.

“I mean, yeah I guess, for a game of truth and dare where there are only a couple dares each. What you are talking about is if they were in charge of me like Eddie is of Juggs?”

I hadn’t thought about it quite like that, but I guess I was. “Your mom can handle it,” I reminded her.

“My mom is a first class super freak,” Harley assured me.

“You told me tonight that there isn’t anything I would do that you wouldn’t,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, and literally pushed my tits to yours and stood there touching tongues with you like a lezzie!” Harley insisted.

“You wouldn’t call my brother Sir,” I reminded her that she outright refused something that I was willing to do.

Harley sighed a little. “What would I tell my father if he asked why I call Patrick Sir and not him or my brothers?”

“Then call all of them Sir,” I suggested.

“He’d expect it every day,” she countered.

“You told me tonight that there isn’t anything I would do that you wouldn’t,” I repeated.

“You’d really call MY brothers Sir? And Eddie? Every day?” she asked incredulously.

“Not Eddie. He doesn’t like being called Sir, but they do. It was hard enough getting comfortable calling my Uncle by his first name,” I admitted with a grin.

“That would blow their minds,” Harley agreed and cooed. I could tell she was near orgasm. She had another point to make though. “You get to go home after summer break and I’ll still be here doing dares and calling my brothers Sir.”

“When I go home, I’d keep calling my brother Sir, and doing what he told me like It was a dare”

“But you won’t tell him it is a dare? You’ll just do what he says?” Harley seemed intrigued, but hesitant and reluctant.

I said that I’d kind of like to try it and see how it goes.

“Once you start, then they aren’t going to let you stop. They’ll probably tell you to go outside and sit in ants just to see if you would do it,” she warned me.

“I trust my brother to have my best interest at heart,” I was really struck by what Juggs had said about absolute faith in her husband to consider the best possible outcome for her – even if she didn’t like the bitter pill she had to swallow at the moment, she knew it was for her own good.

“You trust my brothers to do the same?” she asked.

“Do you?” I replied.

She grinned, laughed a little and began to have a small orgasm. “They may be perverted pieces of shit, but they love me.”

“I trust you, and if you trust them, then I trust them,” I said.

“Are we just going to tell them that they can dare us continuously? And we won’t ask truth questions?” Harley shivered a little and then deeply inhaled the scent from her wet finger.

I had no idea.

“What if we don’t tell them they are daring us? What if we just tell your dad that you can’t keep up with your mom’s schedule and you want the guys to make sure we keep up with it? And then we just do whatever they tell us.”

“They might not even tell us to do anything,” Harley seemed to think that was a wasted opportunity. I was confused because she clearly enjoyed the dare game enough that she was masturbating herself openly in front of me after it was all over. Yet, she didn’t want them to know she liked it. I was far too young, naïve and simple to understand that kind of complexity.

In many ways, my cousin was like a cat. She liked to wiggle her tail just out of reach and make you reach out to pet her. She wanted you to pet her – but she also enjoyed making you work to do it. I just didn’t recognize that comparison at the time.

“I liked the dares too,” I managed to say while breathing through the tiniest of orgasms. I had never really had anything approaching what my cousin did in the kennel when the dogs licked her pussy. I didn’t even know if that was possible or women were supposed to have orgasms like that.

I had no frame of reference for women’s pleasure because as my Aunt said – I was touching a totally different part of the elephant with my eyes closed.

As my cousin intensified her masturbation, she started describing scenarios where the two of us would behave like her mom in the common areas. “Lloyd could tell us to assume the table position, but make us go butt to butt so that our pussies touch...” or “Maybe they will tell us to stick a corn cob up our asses and race each other all hobbled over like a bunch of silly whores...”

The humiliation seemed to turn her on because she was panting like an eager puppy and then she closed her eyes and tensed up all of her muscles. She squirmed a little and had a quiet orgasm without letting any sound escape her mouth. When she relaxed she expelled a little air and sniffed her finger.

“Are you serious? You’d chicken out,” she suggested. I promised her that I’d do it if she would.

“Look at these tits, my brothers would make me bend over and milk me like a cow,” she laughed as she tugged her fat nipples. Harley explained that there was no way she could do this all the time. “Play the game a few more times with them before you go asking them to play it full time,” she sighed. Harley finished masturbating herself. “God, that was good,” she said with relief. I was still fingering myself at a moderate pace. “That was a sexy fantasy, and they won’t milk like you a cow, but they’d would probably make us stuff our cunts with ice cubes and then laugh their asses off while your shivered your little ass off.”

“So, you are not going to do it?” I asked in confusion.

“She seemed gung-ho a few moments earlier – even suggesting some wildly outlandish scenarios that were very sexual.

“Let them be the boss of me? Are you kidding? Fuck no. I’ll ride the bike to the gas station naked and shave my pussy tomorrow because I agreed and a dare is a dare, but you’d have to be out of your mind to let my brothers boss you around. Finish up already, I am tired of hearing you stir macaroni and cheese...”

That was the last that my cousin spoke about my suggestion. She rolled over and farted, scratched herself, took my pillow, pulled the blankets off of me (she did that frequently) and went to sleep.

I tried not to think about it either, but I kept thinking about how casually I masturbated in front of my brother and cousins tonight. They had been watching me play with myself for over a week and I had no idea. I wondered if I’d continue to do it now that I knew they might be watching. I felt kind of silly for asking myself that question because secretly I had enjoyed being watched – more than I could put into words.

I felt validated and sexy. I was scrawny, no tits, freckle-faced and with short blonde hair. The fact that THREE boys may have scrambled up the side of the trailer and stood on a box to watch me pleasure myself made me feel wanted/sexy. I just didn’t realize that was what I felt at the time.

In the morning, my cousin didn’t say a word about what we did the night before. She pulled a night shirt over her body, scratched her ass, and walked out into the kitchen to ask what we were having for breakfast.

My Aunt’s cooking smelled delicious. I’ll never forget the smell of smoked country ham, grits and fried eggs coming out of her kitchen that summer.

I had some remorse about the night before. I wondered if my cousin thought I was a total pervert or there was something wrong with me for suggesting we go along with doing dares whenever the guys tell us to do something. There were lots of risks with that and she was right that Lloyd and Gerald may have some extremely degrading tasks in mind for us.

However, I knew that my brother could be trusted. He and I were like the Japanese symbol of Yin and Yang. I didn’t know what that was at the time. Yin, Chinese for “female” or “moon,” represents darkness, femininity, passivity, and the earth. Yang (“sun” or “male”) represents light, masculinity, activity, and the heavens.

On their own, they are weak but connected they form a perfect circle and create balance. They complete each other. My brother was also my twin and we were possibly meant to be one whole person – and perhaps we were two halves of the same person with different strengths and weaknesses that complimented one another.

All I knew at the time for sure was that there was nobody that I loved or trusted more than my own brother. He and I even had a secret language when we were little that nobody else could understand.

Juggs was completely naked, with her tits bound and clackers hanging from her pussy lips. She had two weights hanging from her nipples and thudding on her chest. Her ass was bruised thoroughly and she had whip marks all down her legs and ribs. She smiled and welcomed us. “Good morning, doodle bops!” she said pleasantly.