Chapter 97: Spring Break Mission – Resort Time!

I had been briefed in a helicopter that my “Uncle Al” and “Aunt Sue” were taking me to where I was going to be meeting my “cousins.”

“So you say that Bambi is a walking cum dump,” I asked a bit arrogantly. “How come she would even bother with me? Is it not obvious that I can’t access any of my inheritance directly until I’m twenty-one, provided those hired to manage my funds don’t embezzle it away? If she is conniving enough to plot out her actions to the level she does, she would already know that.”

Al replied, “Simply because she thinks she can. It is the same reason she teases her little brother until he gets off all over his shorts, underwear and sheets. She gets off on having power over boys and men to make them do whatever she wants. I would suggest that you bend her over your knee to spank her. Unfortunately I suspect she could enjoy it greatly. If you want to bother trying to deal with her behavior you will have to come up with a non-sexual approach.”

When we got to where my “cousins” were to go get on the plane that was taking us to the island, I had no problems picking out Camden and the two youngest. Bart and Bambi were nowhere to be seen.

“Camden dear,” Sue said softly and waited while Camden found a stopping spot in whatever she was reading. “This is your cousin Darren. Where is Bambi and Bart?”

Oh how I know that disgusted look. It must be something girls are born knowing how to do.

Camden pointed to the bathroom behind her before turning back to look at me. I moved closer, smiled and reached down to gently lift her hands so I could see what she was reading, without making her lose her place. The title was written in French. I could sense the tingle of electricity on her skin where my fingers were gently touching her hand. She gave me a big honest smile that may have been the first one she had given anyone in a long time. Definitely the first one from someone touching her. If she pulled her flat mousy hair back in a ponytail she would look quite pretty. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, Camden was never going to be a beauty.

“Bambi, Bart, we will be going to the airport shortly,” Al yelled in the direction of the bathroom.

Bart whispered something, but Bambi just yelled out that Bart would be coming anytime now.

Al and Sue made off to “check out” of the hotel room. The two little kids were passed out on the bed. From what I had been briefed I expected them to both be naked, not dressed in rather modest shorts and shirts.

When I looked I saw that Camden hadn’t gone back to her book. She was sitting on a sofa with her back against the arm and legs up under her. I got on the other side and imitated her as I looked toward the now open bathroom door. Bambi made no attempt to hide anything she was doing to her little brother in the bathroom. When I saw Camden get a disgusted look I knew it was my cue.

“Is she trying to mess with my head or is she really like Aunt Sue described her,” I asked Camden quietly.

She appeared deep in thought for a few seconds before saying, “If you mean is she really in there doing all she can to make my little brother ejaculate in the only clothes he has until we are able unpack at our destination, then yes. However she has just happens to possess barely enough brain cells to know that she can only attempt to do this when away from our parents.”

Time to shine David.

“Ok. There are boys at school that do similar shit to other boys who aren’t able to fight back. I got this. Maybe Bart can bunk with me to give him a break from his tormentor,” I told her as I was getting up. “You really don’t want to be stuck with me. Boys at school told I’m really boring. You can have his room instead so no one bugs you.”

Whoa! Her face dropped. She does want to be in my room with me. Interesting.

I walked into the bathroom without even knocking. Bart was sitting on the corner of a counter with Bambi facing him. She had one leg up on the toilet and her panties around her ankle. Her tank top was pulled up to show both of her orange sized tits. To ensure Bart had a good look right into her spread open pussy lips, she had sucked in her stomach and cocked her hips up towards him. She wanted Bart to see her pussy juices she was rubbing around her on clit with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other. I could tell from how his dick was twitching in his shorts he wasn’t got to last much longer.

As I moved toward them I pulled two tissues out of the box on the counter, got my arm around Bambi’s waist, lifted her up and dropped her onto counter to get to Bart. I quickly pulled his shorts and underpants down to his knees. I quickly grabbed a big handful of Bambi’s hair to force his little three-inch dick into her mouth. He humped up to force it all into her mouth right as he came. I kept her pushed into his crotch until I he pulled back from her. Jerking her head back I pushed the tissues into her hand.

“Bambi you are as big of a self-serving cunt as everyone says. Pull that shit on the dumb drooling masses you wouldn’t ever consider fucking, not your own brother. You aren’t even a good enough sister to give him a strip show to make him blow his wad,” I told her as Bart made his escape. “I may have been stuck in a boy’s only boarding school since I was eight, but if you are going to tease your little brother, then at least be cool about it. You could have let him have his dick out so he didn’t cum in his pants. As soon as I walked in I could see that he completely adores you so much that he never blackmails you with videos of the shit you are pulling on him. I mean, come on Bambi. You can’t be so stupid to think that your parents don’t have a clue about how you torment him. Even Al and Sue know. I’m pretty sure Camden hates you because of how you treat Bart.”

I wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but he hadn’t quite covered up his phone when I came in. Since it was sitting on the counter I grabbed it, flipped to the videos and put on one where she was especially raunchy to him. His camera work was almost as good, if not better, than the child sex slave porno people I helped bust with Paula.

“Oh and wash your skanky cunt already. You smell like you were fucking in a pile of horse shit,” I told her.

She was still standing with her tank top up and panties down around one ankle only now she was staring at me in shock. I then took t a quick look at her pussy. At first I thought she shaved it unlit I saw a random patch scraggly hairs at the top which made her look a lot less developed. She must have had the rest waxed or maybe lased. I made sure she saw my dick was limp as I turned to take a piss.

I swear I can hear her thinking about how she is going to show me that her pussy is there to make boys and men hard. Would giving me a hand job make me follow her around like a puppy doing her wishes for a chance to get another one from her? Maybe a blow job? Did she have to go so far as to fuck me?

I ignored her as I took a piss. When I looked back she was leaned back against the mirror with her legs spread wide as was fingering her pussy again.

“You like what you see Darren? Want to push your dick in me and have some fun? Learn what is like to fuck a girl instead of a boy’s ass,” she said as I moved close.

I dropped a washcloth in the sink as I washed my hands. I was glad my shield made it so that I couldn’t feel the ice cold water as it soaked the washcloth. I did a quick squeeze on the cloth to get most of the water out and then moved over in front of her with it hidden in my hand. I pulled her hand away from her pussy and replaced it with the ice cold wash cloth.

“You know, I never had my dick in a mouth or ass. I don’t even really care about getting off. I only jack off only when it is about time for me to have another wet dream,” I told her as I gave her a very stern look. “My boarding school was like a Roach Motel, except you got to leave when you turned eighteen. I have always known which dicks screwed which ass. I doubt you know even a quarter of the dicks that have been in your cunt. At least give us some manners and wash the funk off when you are done being a slut. Show our family some respect even if you don’t have any for yourself. You want everyone on the plane to think we brought along a common gutter trash runaway crack whore for me and your brother to fuck? Christ Bambi, he is your little brother. If you get your rocks off seeing him cum in his pants, go find a girl who will leave just as big of a wet spot in hers from them getting off together. Don’t be such a cunt to your own family. There are way too many assholes out there that actually deserve to be tormented by you.”

Who needs to spank her to get her attention? Not sure where I came up with that shit, but those are real tears!

I left her sobbing on the counter with an ice cold wash cloth on her pussy, panties hanging off her left foot and nipples so un-aroused they had gone inverted.

Camden had told Bart to get their little brother and sister up. He had taken them to the other room to use the bathroom, gladly escaping from Bambi’s tormenting.

When I went over to sit on the couch facing Camden I asked, “Too much? She is really crying for real in there. I know fake tears and they aren’t...”

I never got to finish. Camden had lunged at me. I felt my body start to respond to her hands reaching for my face, but something made me stay still. Well at least until she crushed me to her body in a tight hug. She started ravenously kissing me on the lips. Her tongue has just aggressively pushed into my mouth to start a hot French kiss as her mind caught up with her hormones. Camden forced herself away from me and quickly got back to her spot at the other end of the couch. She was blushing as she started stammering.

Before she could start forming actual words, I moved over to where my bare knees were touching hers. I grabbed up her book, tried to read the page she was on, dog-eared the page and then put in on her lap. Only then did I slowly reach out to gently take her hand.

There is that electricity again. It is all over her hand where we are touching.

“I’m not sure if we are really cousins or my parents were really good friends with Al and Sue,” I said looking into her eyes. “If you will read to me whatever it was in that book that got your motor running to kiss me like that, Bart can fend for himself. You definitely are way too smart and collected to lose control of yourself like that without having read something really steamy.”

“I don’t want to tell you why, but I can’t stop myself,” she said looking carefully to be sure no one would see her kiss me again quickly. “No one has ever made Bambi cry for real since she learned the effect her bare vulva had on boys when she was seven. She is a vindictive bitch Darren. She has done things to me, Tee and Dee when we tried to keep her from tormenting Bart. I was watching to see what you were going to do. No one has ever forced her to have any sexual contact with anyone. She always initiates it. That said, I have never observed her refusing anyone’s attentions once she lets them know she is amiable. I doubt she has ever been rejected so completely. That simple deed showed me you would be my perfect boyfriend. A really intelligent boy capable of ignoring his primal needs to breed who also treats me with respect. You didn’t even try to tease me about me kissing you and I really, really deserved to be thoroughly teased about doing something impulsive.”

It wasn’t until Bambi came out and over to the couch, her eyes still puffy and red from crying, that I realized the two girls were about the same height.

“Hey Cam,” Bambi said sedately, almost in a whisper. “Can I please dig through your purse to get something else to wear? I ... Well you know...”

Camden went to get her purse, or at least what she called a purse. It looked like the baby from sex between a duffel bag and backpack. A few seconds of Bambi digging through it yielded a thin skirt, button down shirt and, amazingly, a pair of plain, white cotton panties. Bambi started to strip right there and then remembered me on the couch.

“Bambi, I’m not gay,” I told her as she blushed when she looked back between her legs to see I was getting a perfect view of her brown eye and bald vulva. “I’m a boy who was trapped in a boarding school prison. The only naked girls or women I have seen are from ancient, almost worn through, sticky porn magazines someone snuck in sometime back in the seventies. You just happen to be the first naked girl I have ever seen in person. Before I didn’t even count that because you were being a complete bitch to your brother and it made me so mad my brain didn’t even notice you were naked. I don’t care that you are my cousin, you have a great body. I just don’t want to do anything sexual with you. I could care less if you run around naked all of the time, just don’t expect me to get a boner. That doesn’t mean I won’t look when you are showing your body off. You may have a woman’s body, but you are still a little thirteen year old girl in your head. Plus, I mean, really. I’m a virgin. Beside your enjoying telling me how quick a trigger I must have, that I would suck at sucking your pussy and my fingers had no idea what to do to get you off, I really don’t have anything physically to offer. Bart doesn’t either. Seriously Bambi. Like it told you before, if you want to tease him, find him some horny little virgin that is dying to get laid. Set them up and make sure they start fucking. Tease him about going off the second his dick slipped into her or not having a clue about foreplay. Tease him to teach him, not to torture him like you have been doing. If you catch him jacking off, then give him shit about catching him like every other sister in the world. If you are feeling really horny from watching him stroke his dick then strip off and join him. Tell him what you are doing so he can learn what to do when he eventually gets to play stink finger with a girl. Making him cum in his pants is so uncool. It is pretty much on par with putting someone’s hand in warm water when they are sleeping to make them pee themselves or giving them laxative and sleeping pills.”

She stood there still trying to digest what I said to her. I got off the couch to move right in front of her. I put my nose between her slightly parted legs to take a sniff. She still hadn’t washed her pussy at all. Not letting her even have a chance to complain, I put her over my shoulder and took her into the bathroom. I got the shower on and then made her get in. I stripped quickly and got in with her. I washed her from head to toe with the nice smelling soaps, rinsed her off, washed her again, dried her, brushed her hair out and then pulled her hair back into a plain pony tail. It had a dramatic effect. All the crap I hadn’t seen caked on her face before was now gone. She now looked every bit of thirteen years old, maybe even closer to twelve. Camden handed me the panties, skirt and then shirt. When I saw that Bambi’s tits would show right through the shirt, I went digging into Bambi’s bag. I found a perfect yellow mesh bikini top that was two sizes too large. When she leaned forward it pulled away from her tits. With the shirt over it, though, it was a lot harder to get a look down to see them unless she did it on purpose.

“Bambi I think I’m going to have to go out clothes shopping with you when we get where we are going. I’m a guy and even I knew this outfit is sexy as hell. The style you had going when I got here was pure gutter trash child prostitute slut. I know you watch every man and boy checking you out,” I told her as I played with her nipples until they were rock hard. “See. Now your nipples are showing themselves, but anyone looking has to try to decide if those are really your nipples or just the fit of the shirt. You should have a blast tormenting them by catching them looking.”

Just then I caught a waft of pussy juice. It wasn’t Bambi’s.

Damn it David! You know better.

Camden reached over to pull Bambi to be right in front of me and then said, “Kiss him already you slut. He is a damn good kisser.”

That made Bambi’s eyebrows go up. The kiss she gave me wasn’t much better than a little girl just learning how to kiss.

Does she even make out or just fuck?

When I encouraged her to open her mouth and our tongues dueled, I got a whiff of her pussy juices again. Breaking the kiss I quickly pulled off her panties and then stood up to resume kissing. Looking inside her I located the energy waves going to her brain that would eventually trigger the release of her build-up of orgasm energy. I pushed my hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit a dozen times before triggering the biggest cum that she will ever have in her life unless I decided to do it bigger some other time.

Her bare butt was back on the counter now as I used a warm washcloth to de-funk her pussy, again. I carefully rubbed on some flower scented body powder and then got her panties back on her again.

“Happy belated birthday present Bambi. If you are good you may get another one next year,” I told her with a big smile.

Bart had the two younger children back in the room when I walked out with a weak legged Bambi. She looked really good without being too modest or slutty. The two younger kids looked at me for a few seconds before I was all but tackled by them. Both seemed very happy to meet a new “cousin.” I spent the rest of the time until we got on the plane being hit with a barrage of questions about me. They both seemed to want to do everything they could think of to make me feel better about my parent’s being dead and me coming to live with them now.

Tee was the first to whisper that he would suck my dick if that would make me feel better. He liked having his sucked and Bambi said I went to a school with only boys that sucked each other’s dicks. When I said I never sucked one or ever let a boy at boarding school suck me, Dee said she would do it then. She was a girl. Bambi sucked dicks. Dee said she really loved sucking on Tee a lot because it made him feel really nice.

“Tee tried to suck and lick on me like some boys do to Bambi, but it just made me feel like someone was licking my face or arm. Rubbing between my legs doesn’t do nothing either. Sometimes we put things in my hole. That feels nice sometimes, but mostly it hurts after a while,” Dee told me like she was talking about the latest picture she colored in a coloring book.

I thanked them for their offer, but said I would rather have hugs to make me feel better instead. I didn’t let anyone at school hug me. It made them both really happy as they gave me a big group hug.

Al, Sue, Bambi and Camden couldn’t miss hearing what Dee and Tee said to me.

Getting down to her eye level I said, “Dee. Putting things in your vagina hurts because little girl’s bodies aren’t ready to have anything go inside down there yet. Of course I’m just a boy so I only know what the books at school said little girls have to be really careful down there too or you can get a nasty infection.”

She didn’t miss a beat as she explained, “I know that, dummy. All girls do. That is why we play with my hole in the bathtub only. I haven’t had one of those infections since we started doing it in there. I didn’t even have to worry about mommy finding out Tee pushed two fingers in really hard and made me bleed. That hurt the worst of any times.”

“You know Dee, I bet if you really want to play with your hole then I’m sure your older sisters can tell you some things you can to do make it not get all dried out inside,” I told her.

She took a few seconds to process what I said before tearing off toward her sisters. Surprisingly she went first to Bambi. Her voice was much quieter now, so I only still heard bits and pieces. Bambi opened her purse to show Dee something. From my seat I could see five different bottles of lube and three types of K-Y. I was happy to also see strips and strips of various sizes of rubbers. She told Dee that they would talk more at the resort in private.

So Bambi isn’t as dumb as she seems on the surface. At least she is using protection, well except when teasing Bart.

The flight to the island was completely uneventful. Going through security when we got there was a bit more trouble. Al took the crates with guns through a side door while I went through with the rest of the kids and Sue. Camden told me to get in front of the younger kids since I was the next oldest, she would take up the rear. When I went through the metal detector my sunglasses set it off. I was concerned it was my security badge case that did it. That would take a lot of explaining.

Ok I could have just opened the badge case a bit and be able to go through pulling a wagon full of dynamite, but my cover would have been blown.

They used a wand on my glasses and finally passed them through x-ray. The wand still said they had enough metal to set off the machine, but the x-ray didn’t show anything. I was pulled off to the side to “chat” about my sunglasses.

“Sir, can you explain why these are setting off the metal detectors,” a security guard asked me.

I played dumb, shrugged my shoulders and replied, “Officer, I’m fifteen. How the heck should I know what junk China or Taiwan puts in them? I forgot my good ones at boarding school so I bought these off the stand at CVS for six bucks. Honestly they aren’t even all that good. They pinch my nose. I should have sprung for the ten dollar ones.”

One advantage of this resort being so exclusive is that holding up one of the two security lines over a pair of cheap looking sunglasses wasn’t going to fly. There were many angry comments and grumblings from the people who had already come through the turnstiles and were now stuck waiting in my line. Someone looking important came to say something to the security guard to make him let me pass on through.

It was really funny when Bambi came through with her monster purse. While not as big as Camden’s, it was still many times larger than what any middle school girl should need to carry. The man at the x-ray machine pulled aside to the same inspection table where I had been. He must have been really pissed now because he dumped her entire purse out to make a big production of inspecting every bottle of lube, rubber, pairs of panties, bras and clothes. He even held up a number of vibrators, which he unscrewed to make sure there weren’t anything dangerous in them. One woman in line was quite vocal about his lack of professionalism.