Chapter Three

Okay, I am just not THAT in shape that I could run the entire length of the shimmering sea of trailer park homes of the Buckman, or as I so lovingly learned to refer to it "Fuckman Acres". I was walking down one of the narrow streets trying to find my way back in a very modest bra and panties that had just the night before been frozen wet. I am sure with this morning's "Game" they were getting sweaty too.

Even though it felt like people were staring at me from the trailers, and the wooden fire traps they refer to as a "Deck" I got the distinct impression that a girl in a bra and panties didn't shock them. I remembered as we drove into the Buckman seeing girls about my age in short leapord print skirts and sports bras or half-shirts exposing their midriffs.

It certainly was a hot summer, and I began to rationalize that what I had on was really no worse than a bikini. My bra was flesh colored plain jane snap in the back kinda bra, and the panties were simple white cotton no-nonsense junior-miss buy em by the 8-pack kind. Lost in my own thoughts, while I wandered the Fuckman looking for my Aunt Crystal's trailer I reached behind my back and pulled my panties out of my ass crack to adjust them a little.

"Picking a winner?"

I turned around and a cherubic old man on a golf cart was staring at me with a bemused expression. His cart was loaded down with plastic buckets, garden hoses.

Startled, I ignored his joke about me picking my ass. "I am new here, and a little lost, do you work for the park?"

"Sure do, where you trying to get too? Rape street?"

"Is that a street?" I asked skeptically.

"No, THAT is a joke, lighten up. Girls your age don't usually walk around in just bra and panties until just before rent day."

"Actually, the bra and panties thing, is kind of an accident."

"Sure, you accidentally went out of your house and said, to your self "Hey, am I forgetting something? Guess not. See ya later" and then just now realized you were walking up and down the street here giving old men like me perverted thoughts, did ya? Happens to me all the time."

He was putting me at ease, and I offered by way of explanation "No, there is a long story. I am not a slut or anything though."

"Oh no? Well why did I bother to talk to you then?" he laughed pantomiming driving his golf cart away. "Name is Oddjobs, but you can call me Oliver." He seemed amused by his own quirky sense of humor.

"Do you think you could give me a ride to my Aunt Crystal's trailer?"

"Okie Doke, but you gotta ride on lap and talk about whatever pops up."

Realizing he was a dirty old man, and not the white knight I needed I tried to excuse myself. He was starting to creep me out.

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch. Actually, get them in a bunch, I'd love to see what that looks like" He smiled riding along side me as I walked "I was kidding you about the lap thing. Lighten up , Frances".

"My name isn't Frances, it's Ellen".

"It's a line for a movie. Listen, I'd love to take you to your trailer, but you know here at Buckman Acres, there is probably about a hundred Crystals? Even more Tammys, than Crystal. I'd love to help ya missy but can't see how."

"Her daughter's name is Savannah?"

"Oh, THAT Crystal, has fake boobs, likes to suntan outside in a thong?" he instantly narrowed it down to the one trailer.

"Wow, yeah. I mean there is a chance there is another one?"

"No, no. Those two, I know them. Hop on, I'll have you there in a jiff". Precariously hanging on to his little rickety golf cart enjoying the slight breeze provided by his trying to impress me getting it up to its top speed, which was probably about 12 mph. We were at my Aunt Crystal's trailer in no time. I would never have taken the streets he chose, so I would have been roaming the trailer park for hours.

"Thanks so much! You really saved me" I gave him a hug without even thinking and went inside, preparing myself to give my brother and cousins a piece of my mind!

The first person to see me as I opened the screened door was Ted. "Hey jail bait! Whoa, nice outfit. Thought you were all knees and elbows, but you got legs!" whistling.

If Ted was already back from city hall, then my "CAN YOU EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE DRESSED THIS WAY?" Mom was home too and she was livid!

My Mom grabbed me harshly by my ear, something she had never done before. In fact, I was never spanked or physically punished. It simply never came up. She pulled me into two rooms, but there was someone in each of them, there was simply no privacy here to have a conversation. I was slightly thankful for the favor before she gave up and took me to the bathroom to lay into me about what I had on.

"What is the meaning of running around here, dressed like a little hussy?"

"It's not what you think!" I defended myself instinctively, but I had never been in a situation like this one. It was more panic.

"How do you know what I think?" her eyes were burning holes directly into the pit of my stomach.

"You think I decided to wear the panties and bra, out of the house and walk around the Fuckman because" I said non chalantly covering my mouth as I realized I had just said "Fuckman" instead of "Buckman". It was an honest mistake, I'd been saying "Fuckman" all day. Damn whoever made the "B" into an "F" on the sign in front of the park anyway, now I just couldn't get it out of my head!

She cut me off by grabbing a fistful of my hair and taking me to the sink "You eat this bar of soap right now!!" She was clearly stressed out and angry. She grabbed an open bar of ivory and crammed it into my mouth. I was too shocked to do anything but murmur.

"The FUCKMAN?" she said loudly, then realizing how paper thin the walls were "The Fuckman?" she said a second time quietly. "I don't want you calling it that. This could be our home for a while. I will not have you become one of THEM!" she pointed out the door to indicate my Aunt and her family.

"We have not been here a full day, you've been mixed up with marijuana cigarette, you've been walking outside in just a bra and panties, you've been playing dirty games with boys, I don't know what else!"

I wanted to reply to my mom, but I had soap in my mouth so all that came out was "Mrrfff". That gave me time to wonder if my mom was ever "cool" or did she always think weed was called a " marijuana cigarette".

"My OLDER sister walks around this trailer with her fanny hanging out, in front of your Dad and Conner like its no big deal. That makes her daughter think she can be a little tease and do it too. However, I thought you had more sense than that?"

Still I could just say "Mrrffff!" and look apologetic.

"I can't rock the boat here, because of our current financial situation and it IS Crystal's house after all she she makes the rules. So I can't very well tell her to put something on. I CAN tell you too, but I shouldn't have too. You should know by now how inappropriate just walking around that way is. Ellen when you were three, you could run around in the sprinklers and play with just your panties on. You do understand, that as a teenage girl, what signals it gives to boys that you are willing to dress and act like a slut?"

"Mrrffff"

"Oh, for pete's sake!" taking the soap out of my mouth and letting me rinse my mouth out before I gagged on the bar of soap.

"I am so sorry, mom. I won't do it again. I just had nothing to wear, I lost the night shirt and "I was mid-apology when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Patricia!" it was Crystal. "Open up, it's my fault. Come on out, let's talk about it."

My mom opened the door and stuck her head through "Actually, I'd like to have a private conversation with my daughter, if you don't mind?" She said tensely.

"I don't mind, it's just you know everyone can hear you right?" Aunt Crystal cast a bemused grin.

Realizing that Crystal had heard what she said about her family, my mom was a bit confused and lost some of her thunder and lightning. "Ellen is also only partially dressed, so it may be best to finish in here" Mom's attitude a little more deflated but stressed.

"Oh Dear Lord, she is over dressed for the Buckman, we all saw her little narrow butt walk in here like that. Her little crease taint nothing none of my boys never seen before. Now come on, you two let's sit down and get to the bottom of it." My Aunt was being playful, not taking the raged fit my mother was having seriously and it seemed to only make my mom even more tense.

"I am just glad her father stayed at City Hall, if you think I over-reacted, I can only imagine what he'd say." My mom was calming down, and I followed them into the living room and had a seat on the couch.

"Now, look y'all" Aunt Crystal took a sip of something in a plastic tumbler "I ain't Doctor Phil, so I don't claim to have all the answers. Some times you need a little skin to win out here, so if a guy sees a cute little butt wiggling, what is the big deal if he gets a hard smile?"

I didn't understand what she was saying and my mom asked "It's noon, are you already drinking?"

"Damn, that late? I better try to catch up." taking another sip from the tumbler with a coy smile "It's just a little bit nipply outside, It's for the chill." she said playfully, ignoring the fact it was summer time. "Hey, it's like you said, it's my house, my rules. So if I don't want her to wear Savannah's clothes, then it's up to me, right?"

"I thought you said I should borrow some from her?" Aunt Crystal looked at me and said "Oh well, you see I changed my mind. I don't want you to become like one of US!" she took a drag from a cigarette letting it sink in that she had heard every word my mom had said to me in the bathroom. She was being arbitrary and loving it.

It was clear she'd had something to drink, but she wasn't stumbling around on the floor drunk. I'd never been around "drunks". I pouted, not knowing if she was being serious or just saying that without really thinking about the ramifications. She had sounded playful, almost challenging when she forbid her daughter to loan me anything in reaction to hearing what my mom said about her.

"That's fine, I'll buy new clothes." My mom added bluntly taking my Aunt's bait.

"Where? With what money? You are broke, and Ted's truck broke down on the way back taking your precious husband mike to the City Hall, you just had to get to today!" Aunt Crystal was alternating between bitchy, angry and amused. If my mom had just let it go, maybe Aunt Crystal would have listened to reason.

"Go on in your room, Ellen, I am going to talk to your Aunt a little bit". My mom forgetting all about my situation dismissed me from the living room, so the two of them could argue. I had a feeling this wasn't about me, it was about some rivalry from their own childhood.

When I opened the door to the room I shared with my brother and cousins, they all broke out in hysterical laughing pointing at me.

"Hardee, Harr Harr" I gave them a look of indifference. "You guys basically raped me out there today" I whispered "And now I've got to pay the price!"

"Oh yes mommy, please put soap in my mouth" Savannah mimicked my voice except like a little girl.

"I didn't say that to her!" I fired back, having a seat on on my mattress.

"No, you said Mrmrmmrmrmrmrmmrm" Conner was cutting up along with them.

"You know, you could be on my side, some Conner."

"Oh, he could" Lloyd butted in "But what fun would that be? I am always pulling one on Savannah and she is always getting me back. It's how we show we love each other."

"Don't go getting all mushy, Lloyd the Noid" Savannah said standing up and going to the closet to push aside some hangers "Look, you didn't win the game of Life, but I can't keep fucking with ya, how about a peace offering, I'll find something for you to wear, okay?"

"Actually, your mom forbid you to loan me anything".

"Crystal's just a little drunk" Savannah said dismissively of her mom. "She'd forget all about it, trust me. But if you want to be a goody little two shoes and sit here flashing the beaver to my brother all afternoon.."

"CAMEL TOE!!" Lloyd looked at where Savannah was pointing.

My white cotten panties, had ridden up my crotch, perfectly outlining my pussy".

"Gross, it looks like a little babies butt" My brother added laughing about the shape my vagina made pressed up against my panties..

"Shhhh, her panties are so tight, I think I can read her lips?" Lloyd put his hand to his ear to pantomime listening.

I wanted to say that made no sense, you don't listen to read lips, but I was drowned out by their laugher so I rolled on to my belly instead.

"Oh don't pout, Sis" Savannah gave a lazy smile and added "We are just having some fun with you. You want to be a spoiled sport, that is fine with me."

"Look Boys and Girls, this is a two butt cheek room, with eight cheeks trying to share it...so either you are going to stare or you are going to hide your eyes, but you better pick one right now." Savannah said for the benefit of me and brother, and gave me a playful slap on the ass.

I stayed on my stomach "It's just been a weird day, guys. I've lost everything I owned, been tied to a tree, didn't eat breakfast"

"Ooh, poor little rich girl" Savannah made more fun of me. "Did you stop to think some of us didn't have a pot to piss in, and wish we at least had what you had, for as long as you did?"

I shrugged

"I say tough titty, yeah life gave you a hard shove. So what, shove back!"

"It's good advice, thank you, Savannah" I smiled. "I guess I'll borrow that outfit now"

"Oh fuck no, didn't you hear my mom? She said no."

"Wha? You were just about to loan me something?"

"Yah, I did, but that was before you were such a pissy bitch about everything."

I looked at my brother, pleadingly "Hey, all I have is what I got on too!" he shrugged.

"You have those pajama bottoms you wore last night?" I said pleadingly.

"Uh, you are never gonna fit in my pajama's, Duh!" he was right. I was petite, but I stood a full head taller than him.

"Lloyd?"

"What? Loan you my shit and get my balls cut off by Savannah and MY mom? Nuh-uh, y'all need to work this out. I am not in it." he popped his knuckle and cut a fart at the same time, letting out a satisfied "Ahhhhh" as if he could really care less about our drama.

"Speaking of cut off, what was with that switch blade today?"

"Pretty cool, huh? it's not a switch blade!" he pulled it out of his back pocket and began flipping it around. "It's called a butterfly knife" he laughed at how ignorant I was for not knowing that.

"Okay, I don't care and don't know the difference, sorry" which came out a little cold. "You basically held it up to my throat, that freaked me out".

Lloyd reached out his arm, grabbed my panties and lifted them up hard and let the waist band snap back down. "Don't see any brown stains, so you didn't shit your panties." he laughed "You aren't cut open, no worse the wear."

"Geez, it was just a game, girl. Let it go. You've never played truth or dare, or spin the bottle or any teenager games?"

Actually I hadn't been to a party like that, my parents were probably a little on the over protective side. I lied "Sure, I have"

"Okay, then Dare! Go out in the living room buck naked and say your panties and bra are dirty, and you are gonna wait for laundry day"

"Fuck no!" I said a little too loudly, and suddenly wish I hadn't snapped at Savannah.

"Oooh, get the soap Lloyd, Trailer park Ellen dun goof'd!" she said smiling at the fact I had my mouth washed out earlier.

"I am going to backtrace it!" Lloyd said making some inside joke to his sister.

"Okay, Truth! why are you such a pussy then?" Savannah's barb hurt.

"Because, I won't take my clothes off and walk into the living room? That makes me a pussy? Why don't you do it?" I gave her a dirty look.

Without saying a word, Savannah whipped off her Motley Crue shirt, revealing her pert, pink titties and completely shaved pussy.

I was shocked she hadn't been wearing anything under the shirt, it wasn't even very long. Conner's eyes seemed to expand to twice their normal size.

"Oh, don't drool on that mattress" She gave him a wink, and with an aura of confidence sauntered out into the living room to do who knows what with the lithe grace of a dancer, leaving us in stunned silence.

I laid on my mattress wondering what my mom would say, what kind of excuse I could give, while looking at Savannah's shirt she so casually dropped.

"Don't even THINK about grabbing Savannah's shirt before she gets back, just a little friendly advice" Lloyd offered. I had a vision of her prison shanking me for daring to touch her clothes without her permission and pouted.

In about 15 minutes, Savannah opened the door to our room, bent at the waist towards us, giving an overly dramatic bow as is if she had just performed a death defying feat. In truth she had, it was scary to me. She scooped up her T-shirt, sniffed it and slipped it over her head.

"Got your brother's eyeballs back in his head yet?" she smirked at me, teasing Conner. "You've never really seen even so much as a boob?" turning to Conner.

"Not until today" he remarked looking up from his handheld Gameboy.

"Okay, that is just sad" After a short awkward pause "Well, so we are waiting for the show, Miss thang, did you intend to do the dare?"

"I didn't know we were playing." I said still on my stomach, facing down.

"You may have told me that before I walked in there and sat down next to Ted, and left a snail trail on the leather couch for him?"

I wasn't sure what a snail trail was, but I could imagine. "Just go out there for fifteen minutes, sit in the living room. If anyone dares to ask you anything, say you don't see the problem with it around the house, and that should be the end of it. Do that, and I'll share some of my clothes with you."

Biting my lip, I said "Conner and Lloyd turn your heads at least, while I undress" standing up.

"Oh my gawd, the idea is to be playful and have a little fun with it, you act like you are walking to the electric chair. Like I said earlier, we are eight ass cheeks living in a room big enough for two cheeks and one hole. Go in there with an "I dare you to ask me why I am doing this" look on your face. They'll never call your bluff!"

Nodding, and turning my back to everyone the room, I first unsnapped the bra, and holding it in one hand, while standing tried to slide my panties off awkwardly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give her a big hand, she's afraid to even bend over, or someone may see her pink little pee hole." Savannah's sarcasm I have to admit was a little funny and cute.

I was about to walk out the door, when she said "Set down the panties and bra, you can't carry them out there. What are you Linus, with his safety blanket? Going to put them back on, when you get to the living room?"

My heart was beating so fast, I wasn't even thinking. I set down my stuff and walked into the living room as casual as you please.

Ted, My Aunt, and my mom were just watching Television. They had stopped arguing and talking in favor of silently staring at the tube.

At first no one noticed me, I made my way through the tiny kitchenette and into the living room to seek out a spot on the couch.

My mom was the first to look up and notice "Girl, have you lost your mind?" causing me to freeze in my tracks.

My Aunt was the next to notice "Well hello there, Spitfire." She seemed genuinely amused, but completely unsurprised.

I had a seat on the couch next to "Uncle Ted" (not legally married to my Aunt) and my Mom and said "I don't see the problem with it around the house" just as simple as you please. Okay, that is a lie. I wished I had that kind of courage.

I said "The panties and bra, were all sweaty and stick from today, I don't have anything else?"

"Won't Savannah loan you any of her things?" Aunt Crystal asked, apparently forgetting she had forbid me to wear them.

"Wasn't Savannah just in here naked for 15 minutes, you guys didn't say anything to her?"

Ted looked up over from the TV. He had a grin on his face, but said nothing and didn't break his stare.

"I don't know what you are talking about, young lady?"

My mom took a sip from a plastic tumbler and I made a fatal mistake "Mom, are you drunk?" since the glass she was drinking from was just like the one Aunt Crystal had earlier and they clearly missed Savannah's little performance.

"How dare you!" my mom became furious. "You think you run things now, that we aren't in our own house, you can embarress me in front of my Sister, and accuse me of things? I am not the one who came here with marijuana. I am not the one sitting in the living room with your damned legs apart, catching flies!"

I hadn't noticed how I was sitting, I must have been so nervous I had no idea I was in such an unlady like position. I quickly crossed my knees.

"Oh how demure! You come out here completely naked, and then cross your legs like it gives you some sort of protection?" My mom said. "Fine, you want to shock me, how about I shock you! You think its funny to give me a nervous break down, right after our car was broken into and we lost our home?" She was walking into our bedroom as she was yelling and I followed her down the hall to apologize.

"No, no..." she had grabbed up my panties and bra, went to the front door and threw them out in the yard to the barking dogs. "Ares and Zeus can have them. You will stay just like that, until your Father gets home, and then you can explain it to him. I am done!"

She slammed the door to her bedroom.

I fell back on the couch, in utter dismay at what just happened, mouth open.

"When will Dad get home?"

"Good question, I can't fix my truck til I get a part, and so your dad'd probably have ta just get someone to give him a ride." Ted said, still staring at my every move.

Aunt Crystal smiled sweetly "Honey, if you are going to sit on my leather couch naked, don't leave any snail trails."

"What IS a snail trail?"

"Stand up"

I did as she said. My aunt dabbed her finger on the couch, in the imprint my butt made where I was sitting. Then sniffed it and offered to me. "A little pussy juice, mixed with a little butt sweat. Leaves kind of a silver trail." she smirked.

I rolled my eyes at her and did not sniff. Instead, I stood up and started to stalk back into the bedroom. I could hear Ted say "Hey don't go away mad, now" nonchalantly as I did.

When I opened the bedroom door there was true belly laughs. I didn't make any attempt to hide myself from them, I just pouted and folded my arms in front of my chest.

"Oh, so precious! Girl, thank you so much for coming here, this summer is going to be the bomb-diggity!" Savannah stood up to slap me on the back.

"How did you get away with going into the living room naked if I didn't?"

"Ellen, I love you but you are dumber than a box of turds. I stepped out this door and right into the bathroom, are you kidding? Run around naked right in front of Ted? My mom would kill me for trying to tease another of my step dads. Ted would try to grope the hell out of me, the nasty old pervert."

"So you never went in there?" I was steaming.

"Nope!" she could barely contain her laughter.

"Okay, fine. Get a good look guys, you saw me naked today twice. Get it all out of your system. My mom threw my clothes outside, and said I can't wear anything until Dad gets home, which who knows when that will be!" I pouted feeling sorry for myself.

"Looks like Hard Times at The Fuckman" Savannah summed up the situation, but I wasn't sure if she was talking about the boy's sudden shifting of their crotches or how I'd gone from being defined by my clothes, to being defined by my NOT wearing them. It seemed like you could apply the saying to both. I silently agreed "It sure does look like Hard Times" with a wintry smile.