The Family Feud II

Chapter Twelve

Upon hearing the first boy speak to his friend from the other side of the fence, the smiling women suddenly went serious. They had been lost in their own little private discussion. Sure their arms were pulled hard above their heads tied to the top of the lawn chair, and their legs tied to the metal support at the bottom. Jamie could hear the soft trickle of the garden hose left running in her lap by her brother who had tied them out side to get some sun.

The three sectional lawn chairs could lay flat, but these were arced so that the upper body was sitting up, while the rest was laying down.

BOY #2: “C'mon Jimmy, let me have a look.”

Whispering to her mom “I may have just pooped myself a little” Jamie's joke didn't help the situation at all. Wendy had gone stone cold silent and was staring straight ahead. It would do no good for them at this point to jerk on the ropes binding them in place. They had tried that the day before, it only made the knots Chris tied even tighter.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Ah, no dude...they don't seem to know we are here, they are totally naked, I see titty..I see titty...I can't tell if they have bottoms on, it could be like beige.”

The two girls had a sudden adrenalin shock. Rosco was barking, having heard them too, his excitement at the thought of a possible intruder on the other side of the yard, only seeming to draw more attention to their situation.

Wendy whispering back “Do you remember yesterday? Chris said if the boys came back, to invite them in.” she said wide eyed.

Jamie, the gravity of her situation sinking in, was getting serious too. They were helpless, and they would like this for at least an hour. “Surely, he was kidding about that. We don't even know them. Maybe we can pretend to be asleep.”

The two of them, thinking this was a good idea, had severely underestimated the patience of young boys when the opportunity to see naked women arose. They could hear the two of them on the other side of the fence, as both nude mother and daughter feigned being asleep.

“They never seem to get bored. You would think they would just go to google, type in the word “Titty” and drool all day” Jamie said trying to make the best of a bad situation.

“What if they hop the fence?” Wendy asked.

“Well, they'd have to be what about 8 foot tall, to hop that fence? It seems pretty unlikely” Jamie smirked, feeling a little more confident. She said very loudly, over her dog's intermittent yaps at the perceived intruders on the other side of the fence, “WE ARE NOT NAKED, PLEASE GO AWAY”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Yes you are” the one they assumed was name Jimmy said teasingly.

“Well now they know we know they are here.” Jamie whispered to her mom. Her first strategy of pretending to fall asleep backfired, the second of denial failed to work as well.

Wendy offered “Okay...WELL IF WE ARE, SHOULD YOU BE LOOKING IN PEOPLES BACK YARDS?”

The boys seemed to be conferring for a few moments.

BOY #2 : “Yes we should...We've got nothing else better to do.”

Wendy smirked “honest little cuss, isn't he?” she whispered to her daughter.

“YOU COULD GO PLAY VIDEO GAMES, OR RIDE YOUR BIKES OR PLAY SPORTS?” Jamie yelled back over the fence, trying to be helpful.

BOY #2 : “We could, but why would we, when we can see BOOBIES?!!!”

Jamie smirked at the silly, playful way these kids yelled over the fence. She couldn't fault their logic, as she whispered to her mom “What is it with guys and boobs?”

Wendy smiled “Well, they get it at birth, and they want it ever after...or maybe its hormonal, nice boobs are a sign of good breeding, so their hormones or sending them a signal, 'you want this woman, she'll feed your babies nicely'...except its being translated as “Stick your dick in between those”.

Jamie sighed “SUIT YOURSELVES, JUST PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE ELSE, OKAY?” there was really nothing they were going to say to get them to go away, and, unlike Rosco, they knew that all the barking in the world wouldn't change the situation.

BOY #2 : “Okay....” and after some tittering laughter, there was a short “thank you!” from the Boys.

They would hear them off and on, but the girls tried to tune them out. “What do we tell Chris, when he comes out there to flip us over?” Wendy asked after another awkward 20 minutes.

It was Jamie's turn to get quiet, whispering “We could pray for rain” her eyes lit up, with a little gallows humor about the inevitable flipping on their tummies that was coming “Okay..okay, try to be helpful Jamie...” she whispered, trying to encourage herself to come up with another brilliant strategy. “Okay, we could try really hard to flip over super fast for him, with Chris's bulk, and the fact they are probably peeking through a little hole in the fence, we may get away with it”

“What are you talking about? They know we are naked already”

“Well, they know we are topless, but because we've got no pubes, they think we have on beige bottoms. For once being shaved like a little girl has come in handy.” Jamie whispered in a conspiring tone.

“Oh Jamie, give it up...they are going to see the cracks of our butts, when we flip over..I've resigned myself to the fact, tied and naked, we've got to ride the storm out. What I was worried about, is if they call out to Chris and we didn't tell him they've been here all along, he may invite them over”.

“No, he wouldn't dare. Who knows how old they are? Besides its just harmless pranking, peeping tom stuff. At the community pool, there are always some boys trying to peek at the girls. It's nothing to get bent out of shape about. These boys are harmless. They don't want to know the whole sordid details of our life.” Jamie said in a hushed but certain tone.

“LISTEN, OUR BROTHER IS GOING TO COME OUT SIDE IN A LITTLE BIT. CAN YOU NOT SAY ANYTHING WHEN HE DOES? YOU CAN WATCH US TAN, IF YOU WANT.” Jamie blurted out really loud.

BOY #2 : “Why?”

“BECAUSE WE ARE ASKING YOU TO REALLY NICELY?” Jamie offered a simple answer, in a cute but pleading tone.

BOY #2 : “ok” was the only reply.

Time passed slowly for the girls, the hot sun baking down on them. Their mouths were getting dry, and their eyes having to squint as the sun rose higher and higher.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “What do your boobs say” the one they suspected was named Jimmy finally asked after a long period of quiet.

“IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU ARE TOO CLOSE!” Jamie answered the boy, by quoting a bumper sticker, cleverly.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “No, they do not”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?” Jamie answered back, laying flat against the pool style lounge chair, unable to move, her face animating in an exaggerated fashion when she has to yell over the fence.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Boobies too small to fit all that” after a short pause.

Wendy and Jamie smirked at one another. The way the Boy had answered in a matter a fact way, was both a little cold, but at the same time cutely refreshing. “Obviously, he just means me” Jamie said stinging from the little comeback she had just received.

Debating whether or not to even answer him, maybe if she just stopped talking, he would stop asking. “WE AGREE” is all Jamie said, hoping that satisfied his curiosity.

There was a long pause. The boy's seemed to be conferring on the matter.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “What do you agree with?”

“WE AGREE, YOU CAN BE VERY ANNOYING!” Jamie sent a little dig back across the fence to the boy named Jimmy, which caused a few giggles of laughter. This also caused the girls to suspect that there were three boys, only perhaps one was not talking. Jamie had managed to shut him up. He said nothing more.

When Chris finally came out, Rosco started yapping. Wendy crossed her fingers that this would be over soon.

“How are you ladies, enjoying this Sunday afternoon?” Chris asked informally of his mom and sister.

“It's good, Sir. Will you flip us over now?”Wendy asked somewhat pleadingly.

“You guys are in for some fun, we plan to take you shopping later. We are going to put the “Ass” in “EmbarrASS” Chris said trying to change his tone to be a little more strict sounding, although he wasn't quite having the desired effect, in part because he had started out so nonchalantly and in part because the women wanted nothing more than to get him back inside quickly.

“Great, let's go right now, Sir” Jamie asked in a clipped, somewhat nervous tone.

“Get it...Em..Bare...Ass? it's like a great pun” Chris was taking his sweet time, and adjusting the first knot.

The girls smiled at his joke and seemed to nervously be as compliant as they possibly could, when Wendy was untied she flipped over without being told.

“Oh no....Dad doesn't want your lazy asses on the lounge chairs anymore, stand in the middle of the yard, in different poses, you can get sun on both sides, and its not as lazy.”

“Oh but we are already crisp on the front, Sir” Jamie said in a hushed tone.

“True, a little sun burn may sting, but the compared to the canings we have planned, this will be a nice warm up. So how did you like the water on your cunt all afternoon, Sis?”

“It was very nice, sir” Jamie said actually ignoring his question about the water, to ask “I need an attitude adjustment now, would you mind taking me inside and caning me, Sir? I've had naughty thoughts, and could use your discipline!”

“Wow, I am glad to hear it, Sis, I can't wait to work over your sweet-cheeks, but you don't make the schedule. You've got to understand, things happen on my time, which is when I want them. Now Mom you grab the shovel, Sis you grab the rake from the shed and stand right here sideways so the sun can hit you on either side.”

The two woman were knotting their brow as they headed to the metal shed near Rosco. If the boys were watching still, they were being quiet. It would be obvious that they weren't just topless by now though, because the walk took them right up to the fence where the voices came from.

“Is it too late to make a break for it?” Jamie smiled as they walked to the rusty old shed where they keep their lawn tools and old Christmas and holiday stuff. Neither of them had been out there since the last holiday.

“What, just hop the fence, and run screaming...didn't you say we'd need to be about 8 feet tall?” Wendy smiled at her daughter's joking way of saying escape may be their only option rather than do whatever it is Chris had in mind.

“Well yeah, but as many butterflies as I've got in my stomach right now, they'll just flap their little wings and lift me on over, and if we run til we drop, we can be out of this crazy place” Jamie's tone was clearly not serious, more conciliatory. “You think he wants us to dig an herb garden?”

“Maybe dig a hole so deep we can get down in it and come out in two weeks?” Wendy smiled as she took the Shovel. “I think he said for me to bring this” she said to herself, handling the well worn Sears shovel with both hands “Wow, heavy” she said to no one in particular. The two of them walking back holding the wood handles

Chris took the shovel and drove it into the lawn, planting it firmly in place. “Alright Mom, pull your tits apart and stand right here.” Directing her to stand facing the shovel handle, so that the rounded wooden top of the shovel comes right behind her tits “Titty fucker” Chris grinned.

Jamie and Wendy's faces were white. They couldn't believe the boys who had kept them company all afternoon had said nothing. Maybe they had grown bored and gone in.

Chris took the rake and pounded it into the lawn, driving it deep by it's wooden end, so that the metal rake spikes were on the top. “Spread your butt cheeks, and back into it” Chris ordered and his sister gingerly complied putting her well rounded butt cheeks on the rake handle, pressing her back to it, with the metal rake part facing away from her.

“I'll be checking back every so often. If I catch you moving around, you'll have to run in place until we get ready to go. Now, if you two will excuse me, I need to get to a guild meeting and get back in that ice cold air conditioning, it's fucking hot out here...but you are barely sweating, lucky you aren't fat like me. Ok, you have your “posts”, now later, taters.” and with that Chris said goodbye.

There was nothing but silence. The girls were only standing a few feet now from the fence where the sound came from. Mother with her tits wrapped around a shovel handle she was facing, and daughter with a rake between her butt cheeks she was facing away from. They both seemed afraid to even breath out. The nude sunbathing seemed somewhat normal, almost explainable if someone from a distance didn't see the ropes that bound them to the chair they'd think it was just two sluts who thought they had a private backyard getting their sun on. This on the other hand, it was so implausible it was almost hilarious.

Which is why when Boy #1 and Boy #2 starting giggling, Boy #3 could be distinctly heard as well.

“Laugh it up” Jamie said in a tone reserved for someone who was telling you to go ahead and have a good laugh at their expense, but really wished you would stop. She didn't have to yell to be heard over the fence.

BOY #2 : “Why are you just standing there?”

They had an excellent question. Had the girls chosen extremely poorly today? Could they have saved face and not accepted this bizarre fate. In any case, the girls really had ran out of answers. There was nothing charming, funny, campy or flirty to say about what they were doing, at least if there was they couldn't think of it at the moment. So they both looked straight ahead and said nothing.

Leaving the boy's hanging in silence, all the Taylor women could hear was a slight tittering and then a tiny pebble like rock fell on Wendy's head, then another on Jamie. The rocks were small enough they didn't heard, tiny little gravel rocks that people use for decoration around sidewalks and driveways. Every few seconds another would sting them in the boob, or shoulder. The boy's were trying to get their attention, since they weren't being answered.

“Having Fun?” Jamie asked sarcastically.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Psh-yah” and there was some more giggling.

It was shortly after that moment, Chris opened the sliding glass door back into their house. Wendy and Jamie were actually glad to see their savior from this moment to call them back inside.

Except he didn't.

Instead, he said “Dad wants you to slide up and down the poles, bend at the knees, use your hands to hold on to the poles.”

“OF COURSE HONEY, SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA” Wendy yelled sweetly. Since they were standing so close to their wooden fence, it made sense they now had to yell to be heard back at the glass sliding door of their house. Wendy's tone conveyed the wholesome sound of a typical middle-america mom who had just agreed to put your favorite condiments on your sandwich at the Church Picnic. No sign was given that the girls were being intimidated or that this was an order, in her honeyed-response.

With that, they both begin to slide up and down their respective poles. The shovel threading itself through Wendy's cleavage, as she bent at the knee around it, it reminded her a bit of step classes designed by men, all of which seemed a little obscene. Her ass cheeks would part ever so slightly each time she bent at the knees like a piston, springing back to a standing up straight position, which caused her boobs to jiggle around the shovel.

Jamie, her hands behind her back holding the rake handle, having a similar problem, each time bending at the knee, caused the smooth wood of the rake to slide up and down the length of her ass crack, and with each deep knee bend, making her pussy lips part ever so much.

It seemed somewhat mechanical, the women's faces were horrified, but it seemed to fit with the exercise they were doing in the hot sun. For two athletic women like Jamie and Wendy it wasn't the exercise that bothered them, they could keep this pace up all day, it was wondering what they saw on the other side of the fence. The fact that the boy's were silent and not throwing pebbles was actually more terrifying than if they were speaking. The unknown.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Why do you do whatever he tells you?” The boy sounded more confused than amused.

Jamie whispered to her mom “We are probably going to need to think of an explanation, we can live with. This is probably not the last time we'll be asked why are doing something like this.”

Wendy whispered back “We could tell him the truth, we are your father and brother's slave for the next two week and they can make us do just about anything. It's not like anyone would ever believe them if they told. I mean think about how over the top it seems, it looks like I am titty fucking a shovel”

Jamie hushed her mom, she didn't want her whispers reaching over the fence. “You don't do whatever your brother tells you to do?” She asked innocently, as if what they were doing was perfectly normal.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Nah!!”, it was possible one of the other boys was his brother, because they could hear two of them sort of struggle, imagining one of them in a headlock or friendly tussle before Jimmy clarified “Sometimes I do”.

The girls giggled, because they imagined whichever one of them being the stronger brother, had just exerted his inner alpha dog over Jimmy and made him offer the correction. Jamie was about to offer another funny quip, perhaps in empathy with Jimmy that her brother did the same thing, but she was cut off.

BOY #2 : “When your knees come all the way down, I can see your buttholes.” It was an observation, not a question.

“Well aren't you just a sweet talker” Jamie smirked. She was used to awkward high school boys who make observations. “You have pretty eyes.” or “You smell nice”. Usually they were intended to be complements, but because boys her own age never seem to know how to flirt there was never any follow up. They seemed to think making a statement, would lead to further conversation, but Jamie never seemed to know what to say other than “Thank you”.

So she realized that since these boys were even younger than the Senior boys with the gumption to try to hit on her, that it must be a very natural thing for guys to simply say something they see and hope that passes for conversation on their end.

BOY #2 : “It's true...but you are moving so fast, I can't see what color it is.”

The boy's naïve follow-up to his first observation, actually made Jamie smile. She couldn't explain why. It was obvious to her, he was trying to suggest perhaps she slow down and let him have a look or tell him what color it was.

“We are exercising, so we can't slow down.” Jamie said with a mock innocence. “What color do YOU think it is?” She put the question in a friendly tone, but the kind a Kindergartener teacher may use to ask a student “What color do you think the caboose is?”

BOY #2 : Giggling “Brown!!” and the other boys laughed too.

“Are you saying I don't wipe my butt?” Jamie was looking straight ahead and playfully pretending to be wounded by his comment.

BOY #2 : “No” he said apologetically after a moments introspection. “I just thought they were”

Jamie and Wendy both looked at each with an expression that was at the same time amused, yet also “Ah Poor Kid”. The kind of look two women give each other at a Bar, when the nerd who just tried to engage them in talk of “Babylon Five Comics” has walked away. Confused but at the same time amused.

BOY #2 : “Your back it says Fuck Me?” perhaps sensing he had exhausted all options in his last line of comments. The boy's saying the word “Fuck” brought laughter and the sound of good natured shoving on the other side of the fence.

Chris opened the sliding glass door before Jamie or Wendy could offer some sort of clever quip about that one. “Dad wants you two sluts inside, now!” Chris yelled across the yard.

“YES DEAR, COMING!!” Wendy yelled back to her son “Gotta Go, Guys....” is all the she said as the two of them jogged across the yard naked, leaving the shovels right where they had been planted. happy to be coming inside.

“You two seem in a good mood” Chris said, reminding Jamie of the naïve observations of the boy they had talked to all afternoon, whose name they didn't even know.

“Yes Sir, just glad to be inside to be of service to the Taylor men” Wendy offered, avoiding the real reason they were be glad to be away from the fence and the awkward conversations they were having with strange neighborhood boys.

“Yep, Boy's rule, girls drool” Jamie said in agreement, giving a knowing wink to her mother.