Chapter Twelve

ENTER MAW-MAW

“Get the hell in this house!” Nelly Jr.’s tiny yet stern voice was almost comical – but no one was laughing. He had the same puffy cheeks and puffed out his lip like Gary Coleman asking his brother ‘What you talking about, Willis?” - it was adorable.

The adults said nothing. They did not have too. We all hung our heads as we walked in shame towards the trailer.

“Uh-uh-uh” Crystal wagged her finger at us “Get them off,” we knew she was talking about our clothes. “I told your mom it was foolish to let you have a chance because you’d take advantage of it,” Crystal admonished my mom’s parenting style for being too lenient – it seemed surreal.

I think Crystal was just reacting to my mom making her feel too permissive and now that she had been vindicated by our sneaking out once we got clothes – she was going to rub it in.

I looked back and saw that Odd-Jobs was still on his golf-cart smiling. I guess he was waiting for the show.

I was the first one to remove my shirt and Savannah followed by pulling hers off as well.

“I don’t know what you two are grinning about,” Crystal warned the guys “C’mon, get yours off too.”

Conner shifted uncomfortably, “That isn’t fair, I didn’t get a warning!”

“Did you see what happened to your sister and cousin when they snuck out?” Crystal asked patiently while we were popping the tape off our diapers.

Conner nodded he had.

“Then you got your warning,” Crystal replied to a stunned Conner.

“But you gave Lloyd permission to GO to the Semen Hole!” Conner argued. His hands were on his shorts but he wasn’t taking them off.

“The what?” Crystal smirked. She looked like she knew exactly what it was called but she wanted Conner to dig himself in a little deeper.

“The Rec Center, Ma’am,” Conner replied.

“Shit, I don’t mind walking around with my balls out,” Lloyd whipped his jeans and underwear off without a trace of shyness. He had a very nice, well-rounded semi-hard cock surrounded by a fuzzy red patch of pubic hair.

Savannah and I were both completely naked. I was using my arms to cover my breasts and my hands to cup my breasts and hold my clothes. I was looking down and noticed I had been walking all night with bare-feet. This time the ground hadn’t even bothered me as much as it had the first time I walked home barefoot. I was getting used to it – plus the ground wasn’t hot.

I did notice how grungy and dirty they were and hoped my Aunt wouldn’t say anything about that. She seemed to be handing out angry scowls and warnings to whoever talked to her.

I held out my clothes to surrender them to her. I knew we had betrayed my mom’s trust and I just accepted this was the natural consequences of my actions. I totally understood where Conner was in the five stages of grief – he was somewhere between denial and bargaining.

“Don’t hand me your pissy diaper!” Crystal arched her eyebrows in shock that I would dare hand her a wet diaper. I hadn’t even thought about the fact I had pissed myself earlier.

“You went out of the house like that AND you peed right in the diapers? Was that to impress your friends?” my mom was shocked.

I was shocked she thought peeing in front of my ‘friends’ would impress them – or that she thought I had been here long enough to make any friends.

Everyone laughed at me – even Conner who was now stepping out of his shorts and underwear right in the yard.

“Well, I figured you’d have a vagina under those shorts,” Ted was being snarky. “You look so pasty and white. At least your sister got a little sun today,” he joked. Ted called for some leniency for the boys. I was surprised when he suggested the boys not have to do this punishment. Then he explained his real motivation, “Besides I don’t want to see their schlongs swinging around this trailer.”

“You have a better idea for keeping them in after we told them not to leave two times?” Crystal looked sideways at her boyfriend while continuing to scowl at us. “Patricia thinks I am not strict enough,” Crystal was asking my mom, “Is this strict enough?”

My mom ignored her – she was staring daggers at me. I had sunk about as low as I could in my mother’s eyes. I should also mention that even though I spent the day in what barely passed for a bikini in the yard – it was intensely humiliating to be naked and in the yard with my brother and cousins.

It was 1 A.M, and other than Odd Jobs, not a soul was stirring in this part of the trailer park. There was something about removing all my clothes and standing under the street light in the yard that made me feel so vulnerable and unprotected. The diaper and t-shirt had seemed like full protection – a suit of armor against this feeling. I would never have been caught dead in a diaper walking down the streets of Cherry Lawn Estates but here it had made sense for some reason.

I am always embarrassed to write about the sensations I was feeling. I sound like a gushing teenager who naively is trying to make sense of the voluntary and involuntary signals her hormones were giving her from the physical and mental stimuli around her - but that is exactly what I am.

In the cool air of the night my nipples had become rock solid hard and were protruding. I could sense everyone staring at them but saying nothing. I hate to admit it even in this exhaustively personal story, but in the interest of truth – I was sopping wet. I would not say I was enjoying being put on the spot and getting in trouble – but my body was reacting to the influx of adrenalin.

We had been on a wild ride on the golf cart after we broke the rules and ran off to be mischievous at a party – that alone had my blood pumping. If you add to it the fact we were in such deep doo-doo, and I had just lost my mom’s trust AGAIN, and you knew how much I hated to break rules or be seen as a bad kid – you would know my heart was ready to jump out of my mouth.

My logical brain saw nothing sexual about the dire straits I found myself in. I was not about to engage in an orgy with the three other naked kids receiving a dressing down next to me. There was no logical reason for my pussy to be pumping fluids through me.

My body on the other hand had other ideas and felt I needed some viscous cum dripping down my thigh. I looked down at my clit and saw a long strand of the clear-mucous just hanging there and silently prayed no one else would see it.

I quietly reached down to swat it away but I was sure they saw me.

“If I catch any of you playing with yourselves,” Crystal addressed me directly, “or with each other!” she added and then went silent in thought.

Ted cracked a beer and took a sip before pointing it to my dripping pussy, “Then that will be your ass! No jerking off!” Ted crudely burped and scratched his own dick which was hanging loose in his underwear. It was probably subconscious on his part but I thought a little hypocritical.

“You get IN the house,” Crystal demanded as if we wanted to stand out in the yard and were waiting to be told to get inside, “Odd-Jobs has seen enough of a show tonight.”

He waved at her and thanked her, “Oh I assure you, it was the best one I’ve seen all day. I’ve never seen you be so strict Crystal – what has gotten into you?” he said loud enough that all the neighbors probably heard him.

“Teenagers!” Crystal sounded exasperated when she replied.

“Oh I am sure that wouldn’t be the first time teenagers got into you,” he laughed after delivering his barbed double-entendre’ and sped away in his golf cart assuring us we’d see him early tomorrow.

Conner had questions about how long this was going to last and if Mom was really okay with it. I found it interesting that Conner had just giggled and passively accepted it when us girls were punished this way and now that it was affecting him he was suddenly in disbelief mom would sign off on it.

“Yes Mom is okay with it,” I blurted out angrily. I shouldn’t have snapped at him but his backpedaling and trying to get out of the punishment seemed cowardly and selfish. He hadn’t made this much of a fuss when it was me who had to be naked and he got to do what he wanted. “This is how it is going to be until they tell us otherwise. This was the penalty for going out without permission and we all snuck out!”

I was actually livid with him but I was really expressing my own pent up rage and disappointment in myself for breaking the rules and for all the things that continued to go wrong – whether I brought them on myself through bad judgment or not.

“Calm your tits, young lady” Crystal was warning me not to raise my voice. I was clearly overstepping my bounds since I was at fault.

“I am sorry Ma’am,” I remembered the rule from earlier and it just made sense to say it when I acquiesced to her point – she was right and I knew I had been out of place to yell at my brother.

“I mean really though,” Crystal snickered impishly – which surprised me. I didn’t understand what she meant- and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

“Just like my favorite little hot-headed niece said,” she changed the subject back to our punishment. “You will all go back into your room and if I have to lock you in there I will. You guys done gallivanting around the neighborhood?” she asked and waited for us to all nod agreement before continuing, “Good.”

She explained they would be introducing new rules in the morning and if we knew what was good for us we would let them sleep in. “We want you to get up and make yourselves breakfast. You are not to leave the house without permission and you don’t have permission. We’ll assign you clothes when you are allowed to go out and that means what we TELL you, not pissy diapers – is that understood?”

She made us agree again. I wanted to protest or explain that it hadn’t been my idea or that I preferred to walk around that way but I remained quiet. “You will get up and clean up this trailer until we get up,” she asked if my mother had anything to add.

My mom looked haggard. She was tired and she was stressed and she had been silent this entire time. “I am disappointed in my two,” she looked at Conner and me but she didn’t make eye contact.

“I don’t really know what to say here,” she struggled with the right words, “I can’t believe it’s come to this.”

“Then again I thought we could pay our mortgage and that we’d be able to find jobs before we lost our house. We lost both cars – one to repossession and one to theft – they even stole the battery out of the engine. We OWE 16,000 dollars in credit cards – we have to get 16,000 dollars just to have nothing! Do you two have any idea what it means in this job market to have bad credit? An employer who is looking at us will do a credit check and see how we mismanaged our funds – do you think they will hire us?”

Conner didn’t realize this was rhetorical and blurted out, “But you and Dad got jobs!”

My mom rolled her eyes, “These are not the kind of jobs...,” she started to explain and said, “Just never mind Conner. We are doing our best here and I am under a lot of pressure. I don’t know this area and if you were gone – if something happened to you while you were out adventuring at night around the trailer park doing who knows what – wearing who knows what – diapers?” she looked at me.

I wasn’t sure if her question was rhetorical but she seemed to be looking for an answer so I apologized.

“Sorry?” she asked. “Sorry is not going to cut it. You said sorry this morning when we caught you playing puppy-dog. You said sorry yesterday when we found marijuana in your clothes. What will you say sorry about tomorrow?” my mom’s questions cut into my soul and made me want to blubber and hide.

“Sorry you are dripping girl juice all down your thighs,” creamy clearish-white liquid hung from my clit like a long strand of honey. I hated that my clit stuck out a little, while Savannah’s was smooth like a Georgia peach. I would never have thought about how ugly it looked – if I hadn’t spent so much time looking at it these past few days.

“Ellen,” Crystal looked at me with sympathetic eyes when I panicked but the kind reserved for someone too naïve to know any better, “go wipe yourself off in the bathroom, honey.”

I didn’t wait around for further instructions before turning on my heel and nearly running to the bathroom to do just that. I heard Ted call behind me, “And don’t play with yourself!” as he laughed.

I used some toilet paper to clean myself and washed my hands before returning to our room. My cousins and Conner were all laying down on the mattresses with the lights completely off. It was 2 AM and we were all fairly exhausted.

I was ready to drift off to sleep where my dreams might be kinder than reality had been recently. It had been a long day and I was ready to just pass out.

“Sis,” Conner almost never called me Sis, “I have the same thing you have.” My brother was whispering to get my attention and I tried to ignore him but he just repeated his whisper only a little louder.

“What do you have?” I whispered back in my older sister –‘please leave me alone’ tone.

“I can’t get rid of my hard-on,” Conner equated my getting wet to his raging boy-boner.

My cousin’s both broke out into chuckles. Savannah whispered at him to shut up and said, “You can jack off and it will go away. It’s not as simple for girls. Stop teasing your sister and get some fucking sleep you dill-hole.”

“Why is your pussy sopping wet too?” I heard Lloyd joke. I couldn’t see Lloyd but from the tone of his teasing he was slapping his sister and she was slapping him back playfully.

It was humiliating how they talked about me as ‘sopping wet’.

“If it was,” Savannah quipped, “it wouldn’t be over you two dorky guys. I am sure Ellen was hot for those Riggins boys!”

Conner and Lloyd whispered some ‘wooooos’ as if they were impressed. “E-L-L-E-N and T-I-M sitting in a tree K-I-S-I-N-G!” Lloyd sang in whispers.

“It’s Double S you double asshole,” Savannah corrected her brother.

“Shut up in there and get some sleep before I come break a foot off in your ass,” Ted yelled from the living room.

“I would like to see you come try-uh!” Savannah defiantly yelled back with a distinctive Dixie twang.

I could see the whites of her teeth in the darkness as her smile lit up when Ted didn’t fire back a response. I got the sense she took his silence as a victory on her end – small victories!

I was able to sleep a few more minutes before I heard ‘FRiiiiiiiiiiiiippp’ in the darkness – someone had tooted.

“Gross, who did that?” Savannah’s question was a warning as well.

“Smells like one of yours,” her brother joked. I heard the two of them slap each other in the darkness playfully and then there was silence again for a time.

Fifteen minutes later I was awoken to the sound of the bored thrumming of fingers on wall paneling.

“Will whoever is doing that knock it off before I shove my hand up your ass and play ventriloquist doll with you?” Savannah painted an icy picture of her wrath if she did not get some sleep soon.

The tapping of fingers stopped immediately.

“God dammit you motherfuckers,” Savannah announced that if there was one more interruption she was “about to go off.” I think that sufficiently convinced Lloyd and Conner to stop their shenanigans and get some sleep.

I had not done many sleepover parties. I had my own room and I always just went to bed when I was tired. My impression was that Lloyd and Savannah often kept each other up this way instead of going to bed and it usually ended with Savannah demanding Lloyd fall asleep, even if she had been the one who kept him awake.

I smiled and drifted off to sleep. I thought I heard Conner whisper to me that he was “Having the best summer ever.” but I might have imagined it – how could this be the best summer? I did not dwell on the comment or whether it was real or imagined because once my head hit my lumpy single pillow I was out like a light again; and then next thing I knew the sunrise was peeking through our window.

I could smell the faint odor of garbage but also what smelled like fried eggs and possibly bacon!

I had awoken with a slight headache. I wasn’t sure if that was from the warm, flat beer I had drank the night before or just all the stress from earlier. I saw that Lloyd and Conner were gone and Savannah was still snoring on the mattress next to mine.

I got up and instinctively looked for some clothes to put on. I never slept in the nude before and it was hard to get used to – even though everyone else was naked too. I scratched myself and walked into the kitchen.

Lloyd was making “Flapjacks” and Conner was cooking fried eggs.

“You know how to cook?” I asked – I was impressed that either of them knew how.

“I do now!” Conner beamed with pride while holding a spatula and standing completely naked in the kitchen. His cock was half-hard and I saw it actually move slightly as he talked.

I tried to erase the mental image from my mind – but I couldn’t. I wondered if when I talked people had seen my clit open and jiggle the way Conner’s cock bounced and jiggled like a water balloon when he spoke and walked around.

“Hey do this,” Lloyd had absolutely no inhibition as he egged my brother on. Lloyd stood at the oven to face me and bent his knees then he spun his cock in a clockwise fashion without touching it “Helicopter!”

Conner did it too.

“Gross you guys!” I averted my eyes; but I have to admit I was smiling at how goofy the two were being.

“You can do it too!” Lloyd encouraged me to participate with the two of them.

“I don’t have one of those,” I laughed and looked back at him while he did his helicopter dance move again.

“You can do it with your tits,” Lloyd explained.

I was flattered and blushed a little, “I don’t think they are big enough for all that.”

“You won’t know unless you try,” he spun his cock counter-clockwise and egged me on by simply saying “C’mon.”

I blushed and looked behind me to see if anyone was watching. I didn’t see anyone and I smiled and tried it. At first they just bounced up and down, but once I started to pivot my hips like I was trying to ride a hula-hoop I was able to actually get them spinning like an airplane. The guys applauded and we all laughed.

“Smells good,” I told them with new found cheer – the sleep gone from my eyes.

“Sure does,” Nelly Jr had been standing in the living room but he is so short I didn’t see him. “Y’all think this is February?”

“Pardon?” He had seen me naked already several times, but now that I was aware he had seen me dance and jiggle my tits I didn’t want to turn around to face him.

“You heard me,” his voice was sardonic, “Black history month, bitch.” He walked into the kitchen and crossed his arms so that he could look me directly in the face. It was like looking down at a tiny little gangster, “You white bitches is finding out what it’s like to be a slave. I figured you thought it must be black history month.”

“It’s not like that,” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at – but I didn’t think it had anything to do with a black or white thing.

“You is kept naked, you sleep where they tell you to and you going to clean and say Yes Sah’ and Yes Ma’am aren’t you?”

“Tote that bail and lift that hay,” Lloyd didn’t take him seriously. He pantomimed someone moving boxes around and putting them up over his head playfully.

“Yeah we can play Plantation I guess,” Lloyd dismissed Nelly Jr. as he stalked from the stove to the fridge to scan it for something that wasn’t expired to add to the breakfast he was making. “We’ll butter up Ted and Mom and then they will let us off restriction.”

“You don’t even have to be naked though,” I reminded him “You weren’t in trouble. You had permission to go to the errr Play And Stop.”

“Bitch,” Nelly Jr. put his hands on his hips and insisted, “I know it’s called the Semen Hole. You don’t have to treat me like a fucking baby. I done seen your titties.”

I smiled at him politely – I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. I wondered where this boy had slept and why no one had come back for him. He was still wearing the same dirty clothes he had on from the day before – which was at least more than I had on.

He glanced at me hard – as if to suggest I ‘stop eyeballing him’ before returning to color and watch TV in the living room.

The breakfast they were making smelled wonderful. I had forgotten I had even asked Lloyd a question by the time I turned around to watch the boys preparing it. Lloyd answered me without looking up from the stove, “It didn’t seem fair that the rest of you got punished and I didn’t. You didn’t have to get punished yesterday but you stood up for Savannah – that inspired me.”

I was really impressed that he said that – Not only was it a wonderful compliment that someone had noticed what I had done, but that it had inspired him. I think they were rubbing off on me and I was apparently rubbing off on them.

“Owww,” the grease from the sausage popped and crackled and stung his belly. He nursed his wounded abdomen and said, “Then again cooking naked sucks.”

There was a loud knocking on the trailer door. That was surprising since most of Crystal’s friends just walked right in. I was suddenly aware of our nakedness and my intense desire to run into the bedroom and hide from whoever it was.

“Then again if I hadn’t agreed to do this,” Lloyd was sucking his finger after eating some of the eggs as he walked to the door to answer it, “I couldn’t have whipped it out when I open the door.”

He was clearly an extrovert and had absolutely no sense of shame or modesty about his body. He was lean, muscled and had a great body; but I think even if he was puny and pudgy like Conner, his personality would make him feel the same.

I know that even if I had tits like Aunt Crystal or a figure and an angelic face like Savannah I would still want to run and hide in the bedroom right now. I just grew up believing no one should see me naked except my husband and even then it wasn’t really talked about – good girls don’t flash their tits and ass or act like sluts. That is what I was always taught.

Lloyd grabbed the door handle without even checking the window to see who it was and opened the door with gusto. “Big Al’s Mortuary – you slab ‘em - we stab em.”

“I think you have it the other way around, Dear,” the woman at the door spoke to Lloyd like he was a simple child.

“Hey Maw-Maw,” Lloyd recognized the large woman at the door and welcomed her.

“I see, are you having a sex party with some girl in here?” she said disapprovingly as she struggled to make it through the door. She wore a very loose Mu-Mu style blue gown that had red cats on it. The first time she set her foot inside the trailer I thought I felt a slight tremor as the weight of the floor buckled and shimmied.

I had forgotten these trailers were constructed to be mobile and were actually several feet off the ground. The majority of them were rusted and overgrown with ferns. And wooden decks or trellises were attached making them semi-permanent; but theoretically they could leave at any time. It begs the question – considering how crappy the Buckman Estates really were – why had they not?

I giggled at my own thoughts.

I wondered if they realized how oblivious he was to the punishment – if we all were like that would they just find some other way to punish us and keep us here? I puzzled about that while watching the large woman try to squeeze through a door never intended for a big woman like her.

Maw-Maw lurched into the living room and regarded all three of us with a look of scorn. She moved with great effort that seemed to leave her exhausted after a few steps.

“Hey Good morning motherfuckers,” Savannah bounded into the kitchen very energized and happy. Her boobs bounced slightly as she skidded into the kitchen and regarded Maw-Maw disapprovingly.

“Who let the Brachiosaurus in here?” Savannah dismissed the heavy set woman. She acted as if walking around naked needed no explanation and strangely the woman didn’t seem to wonder all that much either.

“You have something on your upper lip, dear,” Maw-Maw told her condescendingly.

Savannah scoffed but rubbed her lip anyway. Then she pointed out at me, “So do you!”

Conner and Lloyd busted out laughing. They had been talking to me this entire time and never said a word. “It is a dirty Sanchez!” Lloyd explained over his hysteria.

“You dumb-shit,” Savannah tasted the carefully drawn pencil-thin mustache on her lip and said, “It’s chocolate!”

She threw me a rag to wipe mine off after she’d cleaned hers off, while my brother and Lloyd laughed at their practical joke. “You two looked so cute sleeping there that we thought you would like a mustache drawn on!” Conner agreed that it was the funniest prank he’d ever pulled.

“You dumb fucks don’t even know what a Dirty Sanchez is,” she shook her head in disgust.

I have to admit- I didn’t either and I suspect from the name I did NOT want to Google it to find out either.

“So how have you been Maw-Maw?” Savannah asked the heavy-set woman who was now enthroned in the large reclining Easy-Chair that Ted normally sat in.

“Somewhere between joy and peachy,” she said with a very flat voice. “So am I to assume you have all become flashers like Ding-Dong has. Your lazy mother finally stopped doing laundry at this point?”

“A bit of both,” Savannah joked as she stole a tiny bit of egg from the frying pan while it was still being prepared. “I suppose you want to see Ted?”

“You should call him Father or Daddy,” Maw-Maw said clearly. I soon discovered she is Ted’s mother and frequently stopped by the house.

“I’ll call him a creepy fuck-wad,” Savannah answered defiantly. We were supposed to start saying Ma’am and Sir, but I think she had either forgotten or just didn’t want to give Maw-Maw the satisfaction.

“Be that as it may,” Maw-Maw asked to see her son “Teddy”.

“You know they don’t get up before noon,” Savannah shrugged her shoulders - she did not care what Maw-Maw wanted. “You can go in there and wake his raggedy, drunk ass up.”

“You know that I would but,” Maw-Maw began to list off a series of diseases that she had, including diabetes, fibromyalgia, shingles and at least three others I had never heard of.

“Why don’t you just rip a fart,” Savannah suggested that was the traditional method of calling someone in the hillbilly hollow the two of them came from. She described it like the Ricola alpine horns used to signal from village to village in the German and Swiss mountains.

“TEDDY!!!” Maw-Maw ignored Savannah and bellowed a yell loud enough to wake the dead. I’ve never used the words “jowls” to describe a person’s face, but when she yelled her jowls shook back and forth and expanded like she had two mouthfuls of food in her mouth.

Ted did not wake or if he did – he didn’t emerge from Crystal’s bedroom.

I was going to go in and get him, but she yelled another time and slowly a groggy Ted stumbled into the living room. His eyes were half-open and his hair more messed up than usual. He shuffled to answer his mother’s call and ignored us.

We started to lay out the food on the table while the two of them talked.

Ted was still wearing just his underwear and scratched himself while he spoke to his mother – and by scratched himself I mean that he adjusted his cock and shifted it around.

“Tell Maw-Maw why you are naked this morning,” Ted insisted.

“Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir.” My brother bowed and scraped while quoting a line from Harry Potter. “The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever."

“Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!” I pretended to slap him playfully because even I recognized the Harry Potter quote. It reminded me of the playful way that Savannah and Lloyd joked back and forth. My brother played the part of the whimpering house-elf and pretended to shield himself from my wrath as we both smiled.

I looked around and everyone was staring silently at us – without a clue what we were referencing.

“It is from Harry Potter?” I explained but they stared back blankly at us.

“Harry Balls more like it,” Lloyd pointed to my brother’s unshaven pubic hair and semi-erect penis. The rest of the family laughed at Lloyd’s joke the way I thought they would at my brother and I’s joke a few moments earlier.

Savannah stuck her finger in some of the food and sucked it. Then she offered a simple and unabashed explanation. “We snuck out last night and to keep us from running off Mom decided it was easier to take our clothes away.”

“In this world full of strife and deciduousness it is only right we bear our share of burdens,” Maw-Maw concluded. She spoke in a very measured and even tone and usually like she was annoyed and trying to be polite at the same time. “I should have thought of doing that to you Teddy,” she squeezed his cheeks hard.

Ted clearly hated to be humiliated this way and when his cheeks were squeezed he showed his obvious discomfort, but allowed his mother’s chubby hand to squeeze his face until it wrinkled in anguish.

“I don’t think my brothers and sisters would have liked to see my cock,” Ted belched. “It would make all my brothers jealous and all my sisters envious their men didn’t have one like me,” he pantomimed an elephant’s trunk in front of his crotch.

“Men grow it, but boys just like to show it,” Lloyd joked back while doing the helicopter-dance with his dick.

“YOU are the one showing it,” Ted shook his head indicating he thought Lloyd was hopelessly simply minded.

Maw-Maw, for all her claims of being unable to walk easily was at the kitchen table as soon as we had set out the food – I didn’t even notice her move from the chair she was in.

She began to consume all the breakfast twice as fast as anyone else could get any – claiming most of it on her plate.

Savannah was reaching for a sausage and Ted smacked her hand out of the way. Savannah’s rage simmered and she was about to call him a dirty name when he stuck his finger and wagged it at her, “Don’t forget – you have to call me Sir!”

“Sir, eat my dick!” she snatched the sausage out of his hand and swallowed it whole.

The family playfully bickered and argued like this at the table all the time – so Ted didn’t take her all that seriously; but he guarded his remaining sausage much more carefully.

My mom came walking out of her bedroom and sighed at us. She knew we were going to be naked, but there was something in her face that made me think she thought that might have just been an awful dream the night before.

I may have been reading between the lines too much but she looked like she had hoped not to see us at all – as if she were sneaking out of the house. I think because she had on one of Crystal’s outfits and it was even more revealing than the day before and didn’t want us to think less of her.

I knew that was all that was here to wear – I didn’t think less of her. I wondered what her job might think of her showing up that way. I guess if the places around here are anything like the Buckman they might not notice.

“Crystal’s sister,” Ted spoke with his mouth full of flapjacks and sausage “This is her kids.” That was our only introduction to Maw-Maw.

“Hello I am Patricia Tinkle,” my mom came up to shake Maw-Maw’s hand. She could barely fit her petite hand around Maw-Maw’s sizable hand.

“Wow Mom! You look great,” Conner said with a bemused and condescending look on his face. I kicked him under the table and he stopped smirking. Mom was doing the best she could in an impossible situation and I was inspired by that.

We all got a good look at my mom’s outfit. She was wearing a dark half-sweater shrug around her shoulders and a camisole. She had on a pleated mini-skirt that looked like it was intended for a cheerleader and high heels. She was carrying a large purse and looked agitated to be under our scrutiny. My mom didn’t have her usual makeup and had applied the garish pink and blue colors that Savannah and Crystal wore.

“I know it looks awful,” my mom addressed her clothes and what we all must be thinking about how slutty she looked. “I change once I get to work,” she explained sheepishly.

I think she felt more naked than we were in the sexy little outfit.

“I think it looks great,” Ted tried to pinch my mom’s butt and she stared him down before he could complete his flirtation.

“I think you need to watch your hands,” Mom warned him. “I’m not sure when I will be home but you are to listen to Crystal today,” she instructed us.

“And me,” Ted added clarification.

“Crystal!” my mom cleared her throat to make it painfully clear she didn’t trust Ted.

“As well as the man of the house who pays the bills and makes sure you and your kids have this food and roof over your head,” Ted restated his position.

“Mostly Crystal though,” she had the final word and grabbed at a few tiny scraps of food before heading out the door when a car outside honked.

“Well excu-u-use my French!” Ted didn’t want my mom to get the last word. He ripped a fart and bit into some microwavable French Toast. I wondered if the boys had made all the breakfast food in the house with the one breakfast.

I wanted to warn her that without a bra you could see her nipples right through the camisole, but thought if I had brought attention to it that that would probably embarrass her more-about having no bra that fit her. I knew she would pick the most appropriate clothes she could find – and that must have been it.

We were disappointed that Maw-Maw and Ted had scarfed down the fresh breakfast that Lloyd and Conner had made. We quietly made ourselves bowls of cold cereal when there wasn’t enough breakfast to go around.

“God Damn, Dimples,” Ted was addressing me. “You are a guest here but you are going to just open the fridge and eat whatever you want without asking?”

I cringed. I didn’t want to confront Ted and I had received a mixed message from my mom if I had to respect him at all anyway. I thought about turning around and asking for his permission – that would have been simpler.

“I don’t even have dimples,” I took a bite from cereal without looking up and dismissed his comment about asking for food.

He chuckled – that had been the right move and he treated me just like he would Savannah or Lloyd by offering one of his inappropriate vulgar remarks, “You do from behind.”

Conner was the loudest laugh over all the others. “It’s true, she does! I was just noticing the dimples on her butt cheeks!”

“Shut up Boner,” Ted pulled my brother’s laugh out of his throat with his words. “You walking around with a full on boner in front of my mother - that’s not respect.”

“I can’t help it,” Conner whined apologetically and covered his crotch with his hands.

I wanted to cover my butt with my hands now that I knew people were looking at my ‘dimples’ – but I was holding a bowl of cereal and standing. I turned around to face them instead.

“You aren’t allowed to hold it and play with it,” Ted’s smarty-arty face sounded like an imitation of Conner when he was trying to get me in trouble for breaking a rule. “You have to call me sir as well!”

“Nuh-uh, my mom said that we mostly had to listen to Aunt Crystal,” Conner didn’t take his hands off the front of his erect penis.

“You need to respect my son and do as you’re told,” Maw Maw held a crisp piece of bacon in her mouth while she reinforced her son’s authority. She stared intently at Conner and I could see the moment when his resistance broke and he moved his hands away. He nodded agreement and said, “Yes Sir.”

Just like me he was used to listening to adults all his life – teachers, parents, and the way Maw-Maw gave him instruction she sounded like one of those responsible adults. The adults in the Buckman look and sound like responsible adults but as I am a little older than my brother – I was starting to see how unwise it might be to listen to them.

“What was that, I didn’t hear you?” Ted had his elbows on the table and moved one of his hands to cup his ear.

“Yes Sir,” Conner let Ted bully him without putting up a defense. I felt bad for Conner but I admit I also didn’t want to step in and defend him either. I don’t think it was apathy and it wasn’t fear that Ted might say the same thing to me. I had just talked back to him and gotten away with it. I wondered if I subconsciously thought Conner needed to grow his own backbone.

“Now which lovely lady in the room is giving you that throbbing boner?” Ted looked directly at Conner. He was savoring putting Conner on the spot and making him uncomfortable – making us all uncomfortable.

Savannah was about to say something too – to tell him to stop but Ted shushed her.

“I don’t know,” Conner looked around – he was having a tough time resisting the urge to cover himself. His hard-on was now fully erect and it was throbbing on its own – dangling and jiggling. He started to sit down.

“You can sit down when you tell me who is giving you that hard on,” Ted demanded and Conner stood there with his hands to his side. He looked confused and embarrassed – a feeling I knew all too well.

“Is it my dear mother here who is giving you a raging arousal?” Ted put his arm around his mother’s bulky shoulders and doted on her, “Go for the older milf’s do you? I don’t blame you. I get my good looks from her side of the family” Ted rubbed the scruff on his chin and ran his fingers through his receding high and tight style haircut.

“No,” Conner offered meekly.

“No, what?” Ted insisted on being called Sir.

No Sir, it’s not your mother,” Conner looked down.

“Look at me when I am talking to you boy,” Ted was posturing in full bully mode now. His job as a security guard probably gave him few opportunities to find someone who actually believed he had real authority – and Ted was enjoying this. “You been looking at your sister’s dimples? Is that what does it for you?”

“No! No Sir!” Conner offered without hesitation.

I have to admit I was relieved but at the same time – quietly insulted. I certainly didn’t want him to get turned on thinking about me – but he didn’t have to say it like I was as undesirable as Maw-Maw!

“Were you peeping at your cousin?” Ted chuckled “I sure hope so because if not that means you were looking at Lloyd and me to get hard and that would mean you are a HOMO!”

“I am not gay, Sir!” Conner sounded slightly defiant but more defensive than defiant. He looked right at Ted but I could tell he was nervous and intimidated to be asked all these questions.

I thought Lloyd might come to his defense but Lloyd was staring off into space and eating cereal without paying much attention to the conversation.

“So you admit it was Savannah you were looking at?” Ted alluded to the process of elimination “There is no shame in that.”

I wanted to ask if there wasn’t – then why was Conner turning beet red?

“No sir, I wasn’t turned on by her,” Conner didn’t sound like he meant it the way he had with me and Maw-Maw.

“So if I tell you to stare right at your cousin will your boner go down because she doesn’t turn you on?”

“Don’t tell him to look at me!” Savannah sat down in the chair that Conner was going to take.

“Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers behind your head,” Ted instructed Conner to keep his legs apart as well. Ted told my brother not to make him repeat himself but then repeated himself right away with the same instructions.

Conner looked at us for consensus as to whether he should do it or not. Maw Maw was the only one to speak and she told him “Do as you are told,” and Conner hypnotized by the sound of a kindly and grandmotherly authoritative voice did exactly as he was told.

“You will stand like that for as long as you have a boner or until you tell me who turned you on,” Ted insisted. Then he asked, “Was it her tits? They aren’t as big as her mom’s but they are getting nice and ripe. Tell me are you a tit man? Were you staring at her tits and is that what made you hard?”

I was ready to say something in defense of my brother. I was feeling guilty that he was put on the spot like this. I was one of the ones who asked him to come with us last night – if not for that he might not have gone.

“No Sir, I wasn’t,” Conner stood in the kitchen with his throbbing erection and his hands behind his head.

Savannah was facing away from him in her chair. I could see the slight hint of a smile on her face as if she liked being talked about. I may have been reading too much between the lines there. She was picking at her cereal and listening to the spectacle without watching it.

“You would not lie to me?” Ted insisted he tell the truth and said, “Then it must be that bald beaver of hers? Perfect little slit? How about it – were you staring at your cousin’s vajay-jay and got an innocent little boner?”

“No sir I wasn’t,” Conner’s voice stayed the same.

Savannah smacked Ted on the thigh and sneered,“Shut up about my vajay-jay you old perv!” but her protest was the same joking tone she had over the sausage he had snagged from her earlier.

“Look, if you tell me the body part I will let you cover your erection until it goes down,” Ted promised. “That only leaves her ass - she does have a sweet little keister – was it that?”

I wanted to say that she had steel-blue eyes that seemed to darken and lighten with her mood. That she had a cute button nose and soft full lips, beautiful long blonde hair and maybe it was even her personality that turned him on – there were so many other things about a woman that a guy might appreciate.

Then I realized to Uncle Ted it probably just came down to pussy, ass and tits.

“Yes it was her ass, okay Sir?” Conner admitted.

“Well THANK YOU CONNER!” Savannah was genuinely flattered but added, “You fucking perv, stop looking at my ass!”

“So you like popping brownies huh?” Ted made another vulgar reference I didn’t want to Google to understand. “You are a booty man?”

Conner started to take his hands behind his head to cover his erection without answering and Ted stopped him. “I didn’t say you could cover it yet. I said I will let you cover it when you answered my questions.”

Conner had already put his hands back behind his head. He challenged Ted by saying he had said he just had to say what part had turned him on but because he put his hands behind his head there was really no reason for Ted to give in.

I was taking mental notes. If you are bargaining with someone you give up all your leverage if you do what they are asking before you have made your point that they haven’t kept their end of the deal.

“I want to make sure you are telling the truth,” Ted insisted that he hadn’t changed the deal at all and he was going to keep his end of things. “You could have just picked that part. Tell me why you like her ass.”

“I don’t know Sir,” Conner stuttered – even I knew that Conner wanted to say something but thought better of it because he was nervous. He was that transparent as he fidgeted for the right words to say.

“Savannah stand up in front of him so he can see your ass and comment on it,” Ted commanded.

“Fuck you Ted,” Savannah denied him without a second thought.

“When your mom gets up we are going to go over all the new rules she talked about last night. If you don’t do what I tell you now I am going to make you feed Zeus and Ares just like you are.”

“My mom doesn’t give a shit. She was just talking shit because she was angry last night. She isn’t going to give us rules,” Savannah’s insistence sounded a little hollow to Ted and Maw-Maw.

“We will see,” Ted sounded confident that there was going to be a shakeup in the house and Savannah would be wrong.

“Mom said we had to ASK for clothes before we go outside,” Savannah’s reply took the form of a ‘nanny-nanny-boo’ face.

“Yes ASK and then you can still be denied,” Ted replied with a little consternation. I noticed Maw-Maw was silent about backing him up when talking to Savannah, unlike how she had been with Conner. She didn’t smile but I could see just the tiniest hint of a smile on her face when she looked at Ted while he was talking – I may have been reading way too much between the lines but I felt she liked him being authoritative.

“Don’t worry Sis,” Lloyd offered a high five to his sister which she returned “I’ll feed the dogs for you. I don’t give a fuck about feeding the dogs with my dick hanging out.”

“The reason I like Savannah’s ass is,” Conner interrupted. His thigh was shaking nervously –as if his body was signaling subconsciously he was going to just run out of the room. I know that nervous feeling when your leg starts to shake like that and you feel the entire room is staring down on you. He might have just kept his mouth shut and Ted would have got bored bullying him but I think Ted was enjoying the cat and mouse between them. The more Conner talked – the more Ted fed off of it.

He had the entire room’s attention once again. Savannah even turned around to look at him to see what he was going to say about her ass.

“Well, it’s pink when she bends over,” I want to say that I could see Conner physically wish he could reel back in his words after he said them. He didn’t like how they sounded but instead of shutting up he tried to explain further. “You know how when she bends over and you can see just pink back there? Mine is brown and hairy. Hers looks pretty I guess.”

“Why are you looking at your own ass you sick fucker?” Savannah scrunched her nose up like she was smelling something awful. I was surprised that was what offended her about everything my brother said.

“Doesn’t everybody look at it?” Conner asked “You know in the mirror some times?”

The room was quiet. I could feel a heaviness settle in as he hoped someone would agree with him.

“I guess I am the only one who looked at it,” Conner made a quiet observation. His erection never wavered or showed any signs of coming down.

“Conner,” Savannah stood up and walked so that he could see her ass. She spread her cheeks wide in front of him and said “The only time you can look at my asshole is when you get ready to kiss my ass!” and she walked away into the living room. “That goes for the rest of you!”

“She is very uppity,” Maw-Maw turned quietly to Ted. The look on her face was one of someone who genuinely thought she was telling Ted something he did not already know and wanted him to do something about it.

Ted ignored her and put the washcloth we had used to wipe the chocolate Sanchez off our faces on my brothers hard penis. It reminded me of a statue awaiting it’s unveiling.

“You said I could cover it with my hands,” Conner insisted – but kept his hands behind his head and stood at attention.

“I said it could be covered. I did not say you could stop standing that way. I don’t want my Maw-Maw to have to see your raging boy-boner any longer than necessary to teach you a lesson. You don’t want to stand that way? Then stop thinking disgusting thoughts about my step-daughter’s fart-box and get your junk under control. The erection goes away and you can rejoin us in the parlor!”

He meant the living room 4 feet away. He offered his arm to his mother in a faux-gentlemanly fashion and I saw him visibly struggle when she actually leaned on him to help her up.

“What you don’t understand is I am the King in this house and Maw-Maw is the Queen. You are just a peon. You understand what a PEE-ON is?”

Conner didn’t get a chance to answer. Crystal stumbled into the living room wearing a robe that barely covered her breasts. She looked tore up – her hair was all a mess and without makeup she looked at least ten years older than she had the day before.

“Who is making all this fucking noise out here?” Crystal announced without waiting for an answer she asked “Queen? Who is the Queen of this house?”

“You both are Queens!” Ted smiled at her and tried to salvage what could have been seen as an insult. “You are Queen Crystal and she is Queen Maw-Maw!”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Crystal looked around and saw that Ted had my brother standing with his legs apart in a military fashion and his hands behind head. She smirked a little at the towel over his boner and asked Ted “I see you are having an interesting morning?”

“I thought I would get a jump on rule changes,” Ted insisted that my mom said he and Crystal should make the rules together.

When Savannah and Lloyd called him out on it he admitted reluctantly “Well yes, she said MOSTLY you should do it.”

“I just said that because I was angry last night,” Crystal admitted while she made herself some coffee. “I didn’t want Patricia to think I did not give a shit about how the kids behaved and I wanted to seem like I had a handle on how to keep them from misbehaving,” I was surprised she would admit that openly in front of us.

I would have thought the chinks in the armor that all adults know best and adults in your family are authority figures would start to occur to Conner once she made clear she had been bluffing to impress my mom. He stood firmly in the kitchen without flinching – so maybe it hadn’t.

“So why don’t you make the rules then?” Ted encouraged her.

“Because I don’t really give a shit about rules,” Crystal packed a box of smokes by tapping it and then in a single motion brought a cigarette to her mouth and lit it with a fluid grace that seemed well practiced – as if she could do it in her sleep.

“We made a little cash yesterday. I don’t like to work more than one day a week. Today is my day off. I am going to go back to bed after this smoke.”

“Tsk Tsk Tsk” Maw-Maw let Crystal know she didn’t approve of what she had just said.

“You sound like you are sucking the meat, the sauce, and the fucking marrow out of some barbeque ribs. If you have something to say, then say it Maw-Maw!” Crystal put her hands on her hips while her coffee brewed.

“You are undermining Teddy by saying you don’t care about rules,” Maw-Maw’s voice was slow and deliberate and downright annoying.

“I didn’t say Teddy,” Crystal said the word Teddy condescendingly, “couldn’t make some rules around here. Just nothing too fucked up that I will hear shit about it. I am tired. I was up all night looking for these kids and worried sick about them.”

“You were not out looking for us,” Savannah corrected with a voice somewhere between angry and joking. If I had to read between the lines –and I so often do, then I would say that Savannah might have actually respected her mom if she was out looking for her.

“No, but Patricia did walk around looking for you brats,” Crystal’s coffee was ready and she dumped several spoonful’s of sugar into it.

I was quietly pleased that my mom was worried about us. I didn’t want her to worry, but on some level I was quietly celebrating my mom cared enough about us to do it.

“What are you looking at?” Crystal teased Conner and leered over at him smugly. She either had expert body language or she was showing just enough of her open robe intentionally to give my brother a peek at one of her tits. She was standing right in front of him and watching his washcloth rise and fall as he breathed.

“Save your breath,” Ted chuckled “He isn’t a titty man. He likes Savannah’s asshole.”

“Oh you do?” Crystal’s husky voice took on a sexy and provocative tone. “Danville girls are known for having sexy heart shaped asses.”

“May I stop standing this way Ma’am?” Conner asked politely “My boner is starting to soften.”

Crystal considered him playfully and asked, “Were you standing that way to keep it hard?” She had walked in without even questioning why my brother was doing what he was doing.

“No Ma’am,” Conner answered her – his voice cracked in the middle because he was nervous.

“If I stand here all day and you get hard, are you are going to stay just like that?” She was enjoying her own cat and mouse game with my brother. She casually reached for the back of her short white terry cloth robe. She lifted it ever so slightly to reveal a little bit of ass crack while she scratched herself. I wondered if it was subconscious on her part or if she truly was an expert at subtle flirtatious body language. It might just come naturally to her, to the point she doesn’t think about it.

He didn’t know what to say. He swallowed hard and his eyes followed her hand as it massaged the lower part of her right butt cheek; just offering enough to tease that she had nothing on underneath but not to show any more than that.

She laughed when the charade had gone on long enough and Conner had stopped talking. “I don’t care if you guys get dressed as long as when your mom comes home you tell her I had all these rules and you learned so much and you’ll never be bad again and isn’t Aunt Crystal the most responsible this or that or whatever the fuck you want to say, okay?”

Savannah pointed at Ted from the living room “I told you she didn’t give a fuck,” she whispered knowingly.

“I give a fuck,” Crystal addressed her daughter when she overheard her. “I give a fuck about a lot of things. I just don’t give a fuck about making rules for kids who are going to just fuck up tomorrow and the next day and make my hair turn gray.”

“I think that time already came,” Maw-Maw interrupted and added, “You single handedly keep the Sally’s Beauty Supply in business with your purchases of L’oreal Crushed Garnet hair dye to prove otherwise.”

“I will have you know this is a two tone with hot toffee and sparkling amber with highlights!” Crystal sounded defensive. She had been confident and sexy when talking to Conner like a mature older woman but now she sounded as petulant as her daughter.

“What color are the highlights?” Maw-Maw asked with a knowing look.

“Crush Garnet,” she admitted, conceding Maw-Maw’s point and explained with a smile “But it is a color that looks good on me!”

“So we can get dressed though?” I was ready to wear some clothes and wanted to bring that topic back up again.

“Yeah, I admit I overreacted last night. This is a little crazy,” she looked over at Conner and told him he could stand up but keep the washing cloth on his “pecker”. Then she said “I can see how it’s good and all but it requires me to supervise and check after you to make sure you are doing it. Homework and punishments are more work to the parents. I have to sign this journal to make sure you did your math? Fuck that, I already went to school. You all learned your lessons I guess.”

“Where are our clothes?” I asked with a big smirk on my face. Ted was already groaning his disagreement with this.

“Just until your mom gets home,” Crystal eyed me as if warning me to keep secret “As long as you tell your mom I was responsible and all the other shit your mom would do then we don’t have a problem, understood?”

“Yes Ma’am!” I was so pleased I hopped up and down.

“No more Ma’am,” Crystal said adding, “But when your mom comes back then you have to start again. You won’t be a goody two shoes and spoil it? I’ll go back to napping and you guys go back to dicking around or whatever the fuck you do all day.”

I was about to answer my absolute and total thankful agreement, when the screen door opened right behind me.