Chapter 2

The conversation at dinner never became as raunchy as that time Lloyd called his mother “Juggs” – due to her enormous tits.

Eddie openly called his wife Juggs at the table. My Aunt didn’t seem to mind and she answered to the name – which I found really confusing. My mom (her sister) would have probably hit the roof. I couldn’t even imagine her tolerating that kind of talk at the dinner table (or anywhere else for that matter).

Patrick and I avoided addressing my Aunt by name at all. If I had something to say, I’d simply look at my Aunt and say it to her without calling her by her name. I was uncomfortable calling anyone – especially an adult “Juggs” now that I knew what it meant. I may have had a hard time with it even if I didn’t.

I didn’t call my parents Sir or Ma’am, but many people did at that time. I certainly wasn’t on a first name basis with any adult.

Uncle Eddie also insisted that Patrick and I call him “Eddie” and not Uncle Eddie. As I had never addressed my uncle he didn’t explicitly give me permission to address him by his first name.

There were two bathrooms in the trailer. One for my Aunt and Uncle and the other was shared between the five of us. I discovered how long the wait was and that somehow there was an implicit order that boys get to go first.

“There BETTER be some hot water left when you get done hogging it,” Harley demanded but it seemed as though her brothers didn’t care one way or the other if there was.

“Come on, let’s go watch them beat their meat,” she whispered to me after Lloyd went into the bathroom. It was dark outside but I felt like we’d be caught. I really didn’t want to get caught being a peeping tom. I also felt it was a tremendous violation of privacy but Harley would not take no for an answer.

She clearly had a plan once we snuck out through her window. We raced around to the other side of the trailer. I felt a tremendous adrenaline rush as I ran to the other side of the trailer. This was simply something I never would have imagined myself doing.

There was a wooden stoop right under the bathroom window that was perfect to stand on. Harley expected it to be there. She had clearly done this many times before. She helped me up and whispered to be quiet and just watch.

“Don’t you want to see?” I said.

“Our fat asses can’t be up on that thing together or it will break,” she warned. We were hardly fat by any measure of the word. “Just wait, Lloyd will start waxing his weasel! I’ve seen him do it plenty of times!”

I felt incredibly guilty watching a boy in his intimate moments, but Harley wouldn’t allow me to stop at this point and frankly I was curious and a little horny after all the dirty talk. Lloyd had a muscular chest and six pack abs. He wasn’t very handsome in the face – probably a little like Patrick Swayze but this was before Swayze was a household name.

I watched the water cascade on his shoulders as he soaped himself up. I noticed he wasn’t using a wash cloth. My first thought was that this was the soap that everyone used and he was using it directly on his body – that seemed like it was naughty and for some reason I felt less guilty after that for staring at him. If my cousin was going to break the rules of shower etiquette, then I told myself that it was only fair that I watched him.

The moment his dick got hard, I got excited. I could only see the tip and some stray curly hairs from my vantage point. However, voyeuristically watching him pleasure himself was such a turn on that I immediately got wet and wanted to touch myself. I was glad I had panties on in the dusty overalls I still wore or I would have soaked the crotch.

Lloyd began to pull himself off and hum. I was envious at the simplicity of how boys masturbate. He performed the same simple move, over and over as he pulled it.

“Okay, I’ve seen it,” I whispered as I tried to get down.

“Did he cum already?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered back. Harley took that as a no and pushed my butt so that I was standing on the wooden box.

Lloyd’s eyes rolled up in his head when he finally made himself cum. I had no idea that boys did that. He seemed possessed. I wondered if Harley had put him up to do this and he knew I was watching because it almost seemed comically.

He looked so weak and vulnerable as he bent his knees. He had a white sticky substance in his hand and he immediately flung it into the bottom of the shower. I knew that wasn’t soap – was that ‘cum’? So much more than the white-goo that came out of my pussy when I touched myself. I barely produced even a sliver of that.

He seemed fine in a few moments, got out of the shower, and toweled his body dry. I watched him and studied his anatomy - even though we are blood related - I was INCREDIBLY curious (and a little horny). He almost caught me watching as Harley pulled me down and warned me not to get caught. I had so many questions for her about what I had just witnessed. She simply made me go up and watch her brother Gerald do the same thing.

Gerald had a much bigger cock, and he was already hard when he undressed. He flicked his cock and bobbed up and down. I wondered why he didn’t wince at the pain he caused himself. I could see the entire thing. He spun it like he was trying to make his cock spin like a second hand in a circle. It reminded me of a fleshy lily-pad with his matted brown curly pubic hair as the leafy base.

He took care of himself while the water ran as he stood outside of the shower. I watched as he used one hand to rub himself and then put the other behind himself. I didn’t realize he was fingering his own ass until Harley asked me after it was over.

“Did he put his finger in his ass?”

I said that I didn’t know and that he put his hand behind him, She smiled and said that he liked that. I was shocked that boys would want to do that. Harley pushed me back up to the top of the box to watch my own brother whack off.

I tried to protest. It hadn’t seemed all that wrong to watch Lloyd and Gerald. After all, their sister watched them beat off regularly. I had made up reasons to justify peeping on them. I also didn’t know them that well.

Patrick and I had shared a womb and knew each other implicitly – it felt like a total betrayal. I was pleased that my brother didn’t beat off when he entered the shower. I told Harley to let me down after watching him shower for a few minutes.

“All guys do it, just wait a few,” she poked my ass cheek with her finger and made me stay on the box to watch the entire thing.

My brother stepped out of the shower, and began to pee in the toilet. I watched as he held his cock and pissed. I had never seen that either. His stream was so powerful and he got to control where it went – I was envious and not disgusted at all.

“Is he jerking it?” she whispered.

“No, he is peeing,” I whispered back.

“Ooh, I want to see!” Harley nearly made me fall on my ass when she pulled me down from the box and took my place. I was surprised she was so enthusiastic, but Patrick was new, and the others were old hat to her.

Harley was disappointed that he had finished by the time she got up to the shower. He almost noticed her and she giggled as she hopped down. I felt a sense of pride as we raced back to sneak into her room. My brother had not done the base, animalistic act of masturbating himself. I was relieved that he seemed ‘moral’ by comparison.

Obviously, I couldn’t tell that to Harley though. She seemed disappointed and assumed that he’d just jerk off some other time and we’d miss it.

She made a loud and annoyed show of asking if the guys planned to stay in the bathroom all night. They shouted from their room that they were done already. “About damn time! There better be hot water in there or I will put my foot in your ass and break it off.”

“Harley?” my Aunt called from within her own room.

“Sorry Mom,” Harley apologized for being so graphic, shut the door to the bathroom and took what I assumed was an hour long bath. I was asleep by the time she finished and told me it was my turn. Harley stood over the bed lit up by the silhouette of light from the moon. She was naked except for the towel she wore around her body, the outline of her nipples was visible.

“That was fun! Your turn,” she smiled.

I went into the bathroom and steam had fogged all of the windows. There was indeed no hot water left for me. I quickly showered and found that there were no towels. I put my dirty overalls back on and ran across the hallway into my cousin’s room.

“You weren’t in there very long. Did you finish?” I knew my cousin was suggesting that I masturbated. I had no idea what ‘finishing’ really was. I’d never had a complete orgasm – only small little ones. The lights were off so I undressed quickly and admitted that I hadn’t done the deed. “We may have to butter your honey pot and let Rufus go to town or you’ll explode!”

I had no idea what she meant by that. I quietly changed into a dainty nightgown and then put on a fresh pair of panties.

“You are not going to sleep in bra, panties and night gown?” she asked me with an incredulous expression that suggested it was way too hot for that. Montana isn’t known for heat and I wasn’t uncomfortable at all in what I was wearing to bed. It was hardly sexy but it was appropriate for a girl my age.

I climbed into bed with her and kept to my side of the bed. She suggested that I really DID have a stick up my ass after all.

As I was falling asleep, we heard the tinny warble from a record player coming from the boy’s room. “Why try, I know why ... this feeling inside me say it’s time I was gone.”

Harley pounded on the paper thin wall between our rooms and demanded they turn it off.

“It’s Rush!” her brother’s protested. I had never heard of them, they were some new rock band from Canada that the brother’s liked.

“I don’t give a crap if it’s Led Zeppelin, go to bed, you butt fuckers,” she whispered the threat but it carried.

I had heard of Led Zeppelin but I didn’t know their music. The part that I really didn’t understand was the term “Butt Fucker”. It was a shocking term and one I had never considered.

“Aww, c’mon! We’ve got our tent fort set up. You and Tish can come play fort!”

“Not with you dick pullers,” Harley answered for us, without even asking me. I wasn’t interested in breaking the rules and staying up after it was lights out anyway.

They turned off the music but complained a little. Harley rolled over and our bodies touched briefly in the small bed. Her butt pressed against my thigh.

“Do guys really fuck each other in the butt?” I whispered my question. I tried to imagine how that would work and why they would do it. It sounded silly and naive when I heard myself asking the question. I felt like such a stupid girl.

“What?” she asked groggily and moved her ass away from me. She had already fallen asleep. I told her never mind and asked her to go back to sleep.

That night we did touch a few times accidentally but never intentionally. I had so many dirty thoughts going through my head that I dreamt nothing but wet dreams all night.

In the morning, she put the long shirt she had worn the previous day on to join the others. It was EXTREMELY early – uncomfortably so. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

“Did you get enough sleep, lazy bones?” her brothers were already sitting at the table, fully dressed and had apparently already completed their morning chores.

“Not really with you playing Rush all night,” Harley said.

“Boys, were you playing records all night again?” their mom asked sternly as she worked in the kitchen on breakfast.

“No, Mom,” Lloyd denied it.

“So, your sister is a liar?”

“No Mom, I never said that.”

“You implied it. Either she is lying, and you didn’t listen to rock music or you did, You know how I feel about liars and what I do when I find out someone is lying to me.”

“We listened for a few minutes and then we turned it off when she asked us to turn it off. You can ask Patrick,” Lloyd insisted.

“I do not need to ask Patrick. I am asking you,” My Aunt insisted firmly.

Lloyd confirmed it and then she asked Harley if that was really what happened.

At first Harley stuck to her story, and then she quickly changed it when her mom saw right through the lie.

“Yes Mommy, I am sorry I exaggerated,” Harley’s tone shifted almost to a babyish voice.

“You have a real problem with exaggeration, Harley. Your cousin is going to think all sorts of things about us and probably tell my sister that we are cuckoo around here. Now, what happens when somebody lies?”

“Please Mommy? Not in front of my cousins,” Harley’s voice took on a childish and immature tone. It seemed to me she was attempting (and failing) to appeal to her mother’s clemency by pretending to be acting cutesy. It was a stark contrast from Harley’s normally bossy and smart-assed tone.

“Why not? You lied in front of your cousins. You do not think you should be punished in front of your cousins?”

“You just said we’d seem nuts to them, Mommy,” Harley dropped her cutesy voice because it obviously wasn’t working. It felt like she was trying to manipulate her mom. I didn’t know what the punishment was but I felt like Harley was actually digging the hole deeper by arguing.

“I’ll seem even more nuts if I let you walk all over me. Now, pull the shirt up and stand in the corner or I’ll make you take it all the way off.”

“How long, Mom?” Harley pulled her shirt up in the back and revealed her bare ass crack. Her brothers didn’t seem surprised. They snickered a little. Eddie ignored the confrontation entirely. My brother seemed mildly amused but not entirely shocked.

“15 minutes and don’t think I won’t spank your bottom either,” her mother warned. She said she didn’t want to hear a peep from her. Harley stood in the nearest corner with her nose pressed firmly in the crack of the corner. Her bare- cute butt clearly visible to the rest of the family.

The carried on as if nothing had just happened and ignored her. “Just ignore her, when she throws a tantrum she needs a time out. The extra embarrassment of having to show her fat butt is just a little reinforcement to watch her mouth.”

I heard my cousin expel air from her mouth as if she wanted to reply.

“Did you have something you wanted to say, Harley?”

“Uh-uh,” Harley mumbled her response.

“I didn’t think so. I thought we could go at least a few weeks before you misbehaved. Unfortunately, my daughter spends a lot of time in the corner because she can’t watch her mouth. We go through a lot of soap!”

I didn’t know what she meant by soap, but I could feel nothing but empathy for my cousin. This had to feel completely humiliating.

Her brother’s stifled some tittering laughter. “Did you want to join her, Lloyd?” Rachel asked rhetorically. “We can laugh and joke around here, but if you are going to tell me lies and expect me to believe them then you must think that I am a bigger fool than I am.”

“No,” Harley started. Her mother warned her that the next word out of Harley’s mouth would put her over her knee. Harley knew better than to test her mother this morning.

“I am sorry you had to see that,” my Aunt apologized to me and my brother and asked me if my mom had to spank me a lot.

“No Ma’am,” I replied politely. My mom had never even brought it up.

“I didn’t think so. You are a good girl, but please call me Juggs, Tish. I’d prefer Aunt Rachel to Ma’am,” she laughed at my formality.

“It just feels strange to call an adult something like that,” I admitted.

Rachel smiled warmly when I said that. “I can appreciate that and the last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable. I’ve got big ta-tas and had them since before I was my daughter’s age. A long time ago someone called me Juggs behind my back to be mean. I decided to embrace the name and introduce myself that way so that the words could never hurt me. I’ve got big boobs and everybody knows it, so I may as well accept that. If it makes you uncomfortable please just call me Rachel or Aunt Rachel.”

“I’ll try,” I offered meekly.

“What about you Patrick? Is it going to be stuffy Aunt Rachel and Uncle Eddie or Eddie and Juggs?” my Uncle asked my brother.

“Eddie and Juggs,” Patrick smiled broadly as he embraced the idea of calling an adult by a nickname or a first name.

“You know why Eddie likes you?” Aunt Rachel asked Patrick.

My brother shrugged with modesty. “Why is that Juggs?” he asked. It sounded so wrong when he called our Aunt that name.

“You remind him of himself, and nobody loves Eddie more than Eddie loves himself,” Aunt Rachel said.

“A handsomer, younger version of me,” Eddie clarified and put his hand on my brother’s back. The others laughed a little at his joke. Eddie wasn’t a total narcissist or anything – he was being facetious and laughing along with the others at himself.

“Okay, finish up your after breakfast chores and I am going to take you all swimming,” my Aunt noted.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I pointed out. Montana isn’t exactly known for it’s beaches and I honestly didn’t think I’d get an opportunity to go swimming.

“That’s okay, you can swim in your birthday suit,” my Uncle teased. I thought he might be serious that I’d be nude.

“You can wear one of your cousin’s swimsuits,” my Aunt Rachel quickly explained before I freaked out.

“She might prefer to swim au natural,” Eddie smiled and said that the men at the YMCA would prefer it if I did as well. “Oh yes, they call her the streak, look at her go, boogedy-boogedy,” he sang. There was a new song by Ray Stevens about streaking in the nude. It was a nation wide phenomenon in places like California where college students ran down the street or at sporting events naked for shock value - unheard of in rural Montana (well, unless you count skinny dipping).

“Yeah Juggs, I do not think there is going to be a top in your dressers that fits Tish,” Gerald pantomimed her mother’s mountainous chest and then ran his hand down his own chest to indicate that I was very flat.

“Don’t make your cousin feel self-conscious,” Rachel glared at her son. “I am sure we have an old suit that belonged to your sister before she blossomed.”