My Name Is Chris Chapter 2
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The next day, we were out at the pool and both Carl and I were forced to skinny dip. Aunt Emily applied the sunscreen and seemed to spend more time on my penis than she did any other place. She rubbed it, pinched it, twisted it and acted as though her only interest was making sure the sunscreen was well applied. If the sun was going to burn Carl or me, it sure as hell wasn't going to be our penises. They were saturated with the lotion.
The girls came home. Uncle James didn't get out of the car. Wouldn't have mattered if he came to see us or not, it wouldn't have changed the fact we had to be nude. He never stood in Aunt Emily's way on that before. Carl had mentioned earlier that he was concerned the girls would come home while we were swimming, but wasn't aware of how prophetic that was. I think he planned to get out of the pool and get dressed before they got home. As it turned out, the girls came running out the sliding glass doors to greet us before we knew it. Carl jumped in the pool and put his arms on the ledge while keeping his goodies out of sight by pressing them against the side of the pool. I, on the other hand, just stood there with water dripping off my body including my "private" appendages. Karen glanced at my boyhood and Carol approached grabbing it. I pushed her hand off and Karen came over and said, "Hey squirt let's see whether we've grown any and she grabbed it too. I tried to push her away and she slapped my arm saying, "Don't you push me away." She stretched out my hardened penis while I watched the inspection process. She twirled it back and forth and felt my scrotum. "Looks like it might have grown some since last year. I'll have to check my pictures". Yes, Karen had a friend who was a photography buff. Some black girl. Her dad had given her a new expensive digital camera the year before for Christmas and she wasn't shy about making me pose for her, particularly when I was naked. Then she'd share the photos with Aunt Emily and the girls. This apparently intrigued Karen as she now owned her own camera, nowhere as extravagant a camera as her friend, but none the less a digital.
It wasn't fifteen minutes later that Aunt Emily hollered out, "Karen, you and Carol get some sunscreen on Carl and Chris. Be sure to cover their little boy parts really well. We don't want them burning them now do we?"
"Carl? Are you naked?" Karen asked with a surprised look on her face. She walked over to the ledge and looked down. "You are! I can see those little buns down there. How about you get out and let us have a look."
"Yeah Carl, I want to see your thing," our seven year old cousin chimed in.
"No, I'm fine. I don't need sunscreen. I'll just stay in here for awhile."
"But Mom said we needed to put it on you, so you'll have to get out and let us do it."
"I'M OKAY!" He yelled, "What part of that is it you don't get?"
"I'll ask Mom." The eleven year old left to get her mother's verdict on the situation.
Aunt Emily soon came out the door with the belt and said, "Carl, what did I say?" He just remained pressed against the pool side and said he thought she was meaning if he needed it. She wouldn't be deterred and told him the reason adults were in his life is they got to make those kind of decisions, and that he had exactly ten seconds to get out of the pool and get over to the lounge chairs so the girls could put the sunscreen on him. I remember when he got out his boner bounced up and down and the girls, especially Carol giggled. Carol begged to get to do Carl. "I've never got to feel his. I want to do him." Aunt Emily said she could coat Carl and that Karen would have plenty of time to do his, as well, in the weeks that followed. That was the first clue that Carl wouldn't be getting that suit he was counting on. We were walked to the patio by the girls who kept their eyes glued to our penises. They sat on the lounge chair with us facing them and Karen told us to put our hands on our heads. Like their mother, both girls began the application at eye levelour boy parts, and took a great deal of time to ensure the penises and scrotums were completely covered. They moved to other parts and returned to our genital areas to redo them, "Just in case". Then they turned us around, Karen penetrated my hole and I jumped, Carol giggled and did the same to Carl. He yelled at her and told her she better not go there. But, she did. Karen swatted my bare ass and said I was done and I could go, Carol did the same to Carl who being three years her senior was indignant at the whole experience.
During the sunscreen ordeal, Kenny just kept swimming. He would glance in our direction, but there was a certain hint of concern that I detected in his looks and movementit was the concern that he might be on a short list for joining us.
Karen began the chiding. "Kenny, why don't you swim naked like your brothers?"
"In your dreams, Karen, in your dreams."
"Yeah Kenny, why don't you get naked, too?" Carol had to chime in with her sister.
"Shut up!" Kenny passed her off.
Aunt Emily had an uncanny habit of showing up without being noticed. All I heard was her telling the girls to get off Kenny's case. That he didn't have to be naked as he was 'older than the other two boys'. You know I think Carl was hard for hours after that sunscreen session. I continue to be amazed his little wiener didn't go limp from the cold water, but it didn't. Each time he came out of the pool, his bad boy swayed back and forth as he walked. Karen made him stand for her to examine him. The brat then made an unkind comment about how mine was bigger than his. She also said she was certain Kenny's was probably bigger too. The fact was Kenny had begun the earliest stages of puberty and his phallus had increased in overall size. Of course, we knew that, and so did Aunt Emily because he had been required to stay naked in the rec room for the past two days prior to his bed time.Karen and Carol again tried to get Kenny to submit to their inspection, "Just show us yours. You don't even have to take off your suit. Just pull the front down. Pleeeeezzzzzz, Kenny." They must have whined that request at least three times.
Each time it was followed by Kenny answering in a perturbed voice, "No, and quit asking."
Along about three o'clock Karen was wandering around taking pictures. I wasn't too concerned about being her subject, but Carl sure was. She tried to coax him out of the pool so she could get his "peepee" in the picture especially while it was hard. Of course, he didn't accommodate her requests.
Following the pool time, we were allowed to put on our shorts and flip flops. Our upper torsos were shirtless and we didn't have underwear to put on, but we did have our shorts, skimpy as they were. That night we began the bath regimen. I went first, as I was supposed to, and reported to the rec room naked, as I had been told to do. Carol went next and reported in her night gown. Then Aunt Emily told Carl to get his bath. He reminded her that she said he could wait until he was ready for bed. She reminded him that the girls had already seen and felt his boyhood and now he didn't need to worry about his modesty. He was pissed and threw a pillow from the couch on the floor. Aunt Emily got pissed too and told him to pick it up and put it back where it belonged. He did and stomped off toward the bathroom. When he returned he was naked. Then a storm cloud broke on our already dreary parade. Aunt Emily staged a small coronation of Karen.
"Boys, I want you to know that Karen is going to be sharing responsibility for you. She will be in-charge while I'm out of the house or if I'm here and tell you she is. You will do whatever she tells you without question. If you don't I will severely whip your backsides with the belt. If you don't like what she's telling you to do, do it anyway and I'll listen to your complaints when I get home."
"But she's not as old as I am," Kenny whined.
Sarcastically, and squeezing his cheeks together, Aunt Emily replied in a sarcastic voice, "But she's so much more mature than you are, Kenny. And, I trust her to make decisions about your well being. Kenny, I mean it. Disobey her and you will most likely have a sore little tushy." She released the hold she had on his face and Kenny actually shed tears. "You will do exactly as you're told. That goes for you too Carol. Your sister will be in-charge of you as well."
That little shit, Karen, was smiling an arrogant smile. She actually stood smirking at us with her arms closed. It was evident from her look, the new sheriff in town was going to abuse her power.
Carl told me the next night, that he was sent to bed at the same time Kenny was sent up for his shower. He said Kenny argued that Karen should be next as she was a year younger. Aunt Emily informed him she out ranked him as of that evening and he was to go first for the rest of the summer. And thus it began.
As it turned out, Aunt Emily was going to have a ladies day out the next day. This was probably why Karen was endowed with quasi parental power the night before. We were reminded to follow Karen's directives and that we'd be whipped severely if Karen let on that we were less than compliant.
As soon as the automatic garage door closed, Karen told us to go out to the pool. She didn't ask, she ordered us to strip and get out there. Of course Kenny wrapped the towel around himself and began to changing process shielded from the longing gaze of the two girls. Carl and I were naked and strutting toward the pool when all hell broke out from Kenny. All we heard was, "I have permission to wear my suit. Aunt Emily said I could wear the suit. Now, give me it. Damn it, Karen, give me the goddamned thing." There stood Karen with his Speedo in her right hand which was extended over her head as she teased, "I'm in charge and I want you to be naked today. So there." Carol stood there giggling and clapping.
"No, Karen, your mom said I could wear the suit. Now quit the shit and give me my bathing suit.""Wazz da madder, widdle boy? Are you afraid, big old Karen will like what she sees when you have to walk around naked? Oh, I'm so sorry. Now, drop the towel Kenny. I want you to be naked for the day."
"Oh hell no, you won't get me to walk around naked. I'll just," he grabbed his shorts, "put these back on and skip swimming."
"I guess I have to tell Mom you were disobedient while she was gone. You know what that means."
"Tell her! I don't give a shit."
"You know, I'm going to have to mention the language too. She'll have a bar of soap in that little trash mouth before you know it."
Carol jumped in, "She will, Kenny. She made me keep the soap in my mouth for saying a bad word a couple of weeks ago. Didn't she, Karen."
"She certainly did."
"Okay, just give me a peek at your boy thing and I'll drop the whole issue." Karen held her finger tip and thumb an inch apart. "Just one little peek."
"I told you yesterday, that's not going to happen."
"I may have to take the belt to you if you don't do what I tell you." Karen threatened my brother.
"Yeah, right, like that's gonna happen," he called her bluff.
The day ended uneventfully. Carl and I were made to put the sunscreen on each others boy parts while the girls watched intently. Carol giggled at the sight and Karen just kept saying, "Rub it in better. No, you rub your brother's winky until I tell you that's enough." At the time Carl jerked around suddenly and groaned. It wasn't until a few days later that I found out about orgasms, and that little guys could have them they just didn't shoot stuff like Kenny would later be made to show us.
Anyway Aunt Emily came home and Karen told her that Kenny was not very obedient. She felt he needed some encouragement to mind her. He tried to defend himself by telling her what Karen had ordered him to do and that wasn't a good reason for her to be tattling. Aunt Emily was unmoved and decided that a round with her belt was in order. I remember her sending Carol to "Go bring me the belt," and the look in Kenny's face at hearing that. Anyway, Carol brought the belt and Aunt Emily ordered Kenny to take off his shorts. He told her he couldn't because he wasn't wearing any underpants. She just told him that was okay because they would have to be removed as well so he was one step ahead. Kenny's face turned red with embarrassment. He'd been exposed in front of Carl and me and Aunt Emily just a few days before, but who would have expected that she would be ordering him to strip in front of the two younger girls. Karen was beside herself, "Hurry up Kenny get your shorts off!" she repeated with a choking sound in her voice. Aunt Emily stood there slapping the belt against her thigh. "You heard her, get 'em off, NOW!" My brother slowly unfastened the snap in front of his shorts and zipped down the fly. He turned to face the wall and dropped is shorts to the floor exposing his white bottom which was a high contrast to his brown legs and back. "Step out of them," Aunt Emily ordered.
"Turn around," Karen added.
He kept facing the wall and turned his head to ask Aunt Emily, "Where do you want me to bend over?"
"Karen said turn around. Do it!" came her reply.
Kenny had a drawn look as he turned to face the female audience while clutching his crotch.
Carol was beside herself, "I want to see his thing, Mom. Tell him to move his hands."
Aunt Emily gave the next order, "Put your hands on your head, Kenny." I remember him gulping as he removed his left hand and put it on his head as he held on with the right. The tip of his obviously erect dick was peeking out from under his thumb. It was impossible for him to shelter it with one hand. "Put your hands on your head young man. Don't make me repeat it again." He moved his right hand to his head and his elongated penis was pointing right at Aunt Emily.
"Whoooaaaa, his is real big!" exclaimed the youngest cousin. "Can I feel it, Mom?"
"Not until after we get the business of him obeying your sister out of the way. Kenny go over to the couch and bend over the arm." He did as she commanded. Later he said, he was thinking that would at least keep his dick and balls out of sight of the girls. Problem was the action that followed was worse than the visual inspection of the two preteen girls. After he bent over Aunt Emily walked over and there was a sudden whooossshhh sound that was followed by a loud SNAAAAPPP! Kenny lunged forward and there was a red stripe across his butt. Then another wooossssh and SNAAAAPPPP and another. All I can remember was Aunt Emily saying, "When I leave someone in-charge, you will do what they say." She must have hit him at least ten times with that belt and he was crying really hard. Then she gave the belt to Karen and told her to give him ten more. She just smiled and took the belt to my brother's ass. Her first two swats were whimpy but the last five or six were on par with Aunt Emily's. He tried to shield his butt twice and Aunt Emily just said, "Swat his hands" and Karen did. Kenny was really hurting and crying very hard by the time they stopped. Aunt Emily handed Kenny a paper towel and told him to dry up. He blew his nose and wiped the tears without thinking much about his bareness in front of the girls. His peter was no longer hard, but hung limply over his balls.
"Very, very good job, Karen. I am truly impressed. You are really learning how to mother young boys. I don't think many little girls could warm a boy's bottom as well as you just did." Then turning her attention to my brother she continued, "Kenny go over to the corner, put your hands on your head and stand so the girls can see your boy parts." I swear the woman loved naked little boys and she loved humiliating us. He did as he was told. Carol moved in and began a close up examination of his pecker and ball sack. "Hey Mom, I think Kenny has some hairs by his wiener". That brought both Aunt Emily and Karen over to take a closer look. "See, right there," Carol said as she probed his pubic area with her finger.
"Oh that's peach fuzz. There nothing yet," Karen responded.
"Well we can't have him developing that until the summer's over," Aunt Emily announced. "Karen go and get my leg razor and some shaving cream so we can clean that up."
"What are you going to do?" Kenny sniffled. There was and obvious look of fear on his face.
"I'm going to shave the area around your penis. We have to keep it clean so you at least look like a little boy while you're here."
So the girls watched as Aunt Emily made my brother lie down and spread his legs. She lathered up around his now again erect dick and slowly dragged the razor around. I remember her holding the tip of his penis like a gear shift lever and moving it side to side as she shave him. When she finished, she invited Carol to play with it. For a seven year old her curiousity had a certain horniness to it. Her mother gave her some olive oil from the kitchen and told her to put it on her hand and rub it into Kenny's wiener. She did. Aunt Emily told her to slide her hand up and down the length of his erection. Kenny soon got a worried look on his face and his hips left the floor as a glob of something flew out of his penis. Carl, Carol and I were surprised and a little concerned about what that glob of stuff was. Fact was, Kenny was quite surprised too. I think that was his first experience with cum and he had an evidently mixed feeling of fear and pleasure. Aunt Emily took the opportunity to teach us about puberty and how that was normal and that stuff would come out of Kenny whenever "his penis got hard and it was properly stimulated". She told us it was called semen and that Kenny shouldn't be scared. "All young boys shoot that out of their penises about the same time hair appears. Sometimes a little sooner." She told Carl and me that we wouldn't have that until we were closer to Kenny's age. Then we were all told to feel it. All of us felt it. First, she made Kenny put his finger in it then the rest of us were told to. I remember the stickiness. It was the attribute that brought an "oooooooo, it's yucky" from Carol. Karen acted as though she knew about all this from her "sex ed classes at her school". I was skeptical about that.
Anyway, Kenny's ass was a livid pink the rest of the evening and he wasn't allowed to put his shorts back on. He had to stay completely naked for the remainder of the evening. Aunt Emily occasionally checked the condition of his red butt and the girls were entertained playing with his penis and testicles on and off all evening.
The next morning, Kenny was permitted his clothing again. But, I got to see his butt before he put the clothes on and you could see some stripes and brusing from the belt the night before. Not surprisingly, the whole experience was later revealed as a planned way to make him less modest about being naked in front of the girls. It was just the situation Aunt Emily had hoped for so she could let her little sex fiends entertain themselves with a larger penis than they were used to with Carl's and mine.
For the next three days, Kenny got to swim with his Speedo on and Carl and I were kept nude while we were at the pool. I was used to being on display to others, even those of the opposite sex, but Carl was definitely uncomfortable with the situation. He especially didn't like the sunscreen applications he got from Carol. "Man she pulls it hard. I think she's going to pull it right off. And, she is rough on my balls. One time she almost made me fall down it hurt so bad. She just laughs when I'm in pain. She does it on purpose." Then he makes a face and mimicks Carol, "I like to feel your bag it's so firm and those little wrinkles are sooooo cool." Then he changes back to himself, "I'd like to feel her parts like she does mine." I just laughed at him. I wasn't sure I knew what girl parts looked like. Nor was I sure he did either. We knew about boobies (and Carol had none and at first look Karen didn't have much), but the other areas were a mystery to us.
That evening, Karen was sent to rebathe Carl. His avoidance of bath water finally caught up with him and now he had to undergo what Carl described as a very thorough cleaning with extra attention. Need I say where? And, as Carl put it, "She even shoved her finger up my butt hole."
While Carl and I were sitting there nude and watching TV, Carol was subconsciously twirling Carl's glans between her thumb and index finger as they were glued to the show. Our parts had definitely become public property. Kenny got to wait to get his bath before bed as usual. The whole ordeal of the night before seemed like a distant memory at least for him.