Itty Bitty Titty Committee
by EddieDavidson 

Chapter 12

My sister allowed that total stranger to lotion up her back. She flirted with him playfully. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do, but he is back home in Raleigh,” she mused. I wondered if she was cheating on her boyfriend while she went out with Todd, or if this was yet another lie.

Every now and then I felt the remote control engage the vibration function on my dildo and I would jump a little. My mouth popped open, and I wished that the boys touching me were not disgusting pigs who seemed obsessed with rubbing me for their pleasure and not mine.

“Roll over and let your cousins get lotion on your tush!” my sister ordered. As exposed as I looked when I laid on my back, I was even more humiliated flipping over. The dildo was so small that only a sliver of purple was visible in my butt crack, and it ended in my butthole. I clenched my butt cheeks tightly and rolled onto my stomach.

Two pairs of hands immediately began spreading lotion on my butt cheeks. I felt like I was having a tug of war to keep my cheeks closed as they pulled them apart so they could look at my hole.

The man that defended me was named Jim. He apparently worked at an auto parts store in Valdosta. He claimed to be single, but he had a ring on his finger that suggested he was married. My sister flirted with him but not overtly. She laughed at his dumb jokes and nodded when he told her stories.

“Okay guys, I am sure your cousin likes her extended butt rub, but don’t forget her legs and back,” Lindsay joked like it was just boys behaving like boys to focus on my behind.

Jim laughed playfully, but he still seemed empathetic. “You don’t look like you are enjoying that extended butt rub,” he seemed to be asking if I was okay.

“My sister is just teasing me because she is punishing me. I really wouldn’t mind them rubbing lotion on my shitter if they would put some on my back and legs too, Sir.”

I was so nervous that I said the first thing I thought my sister wanted to hear.

“Disgusting! If I had some soap I would wash your mouth out right now, Freckles!” my sister hissed when I said Shitter. She was the one who insisted that I do it.

“That language is inappropriate for a little girl like you,” Jim scolded me. “No wonder you like wearing such a small bathing suit! Not even a top!”

“My sister says I am a member of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee and that I don’t have to wear a top when I go swimming Sir. I am as flat as most boys are,” I admitted.

He seemed shocked but confused. I secretly enjoyed his reaction. I had a foul mouth, but I spoke to him in a very polite tone and clearly, he didn’t know what to do with that. “I’ve got a dirty sandal I could stick in your mouth though.”

“No one cares to see your boobies, but you are getting a little too old to go to the pool like this! And yes, those bikini bottoms are scandalously small! We can almost see your tooter! but you are Mom’s favorite special girl, and you can wear whatever you want”

I was having trouble understanding my sister’s angle. I had admitted I was a member of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee which was what she called me. I had spoken vulgarly about my body, but also been polite and even said I didn’t mind what was happening to me. It was kind of funny when the man reacted as he had but Lindsay seemed angry with me.

I didn’t get that she was intentionally lying to seem sanctimonious and more conservative. When she said I was Mom’s favorite that rubbed me the wrong way. I had endured so many embarrassing things that afternoon. My sister kept calling me Freckles which pushes all of my buttons and makes me angry, but I answered to it.

I hadn’t felt the punishment was justified at first, but after being caught red-handed playing with myself I did feel that it was deserved. I also felt like if I didn’t go along with it – she would eventually tell my parents and Pod. I knew Lindsay would probably tell my parents anyway, but I couldn’t have her blow my reputation to Pod. I’d have done anything.

Yet, I lost my patience with her. I was the “middle child” who was neither the oldest nor the baby. I was the one who had all the responsibility and none of the fun. “Mom’s favorite?” I seethed. “I am only wearing this.” I stopped myself from snapping at my sister. I didn’t want to come out and say wearable dildo.

There were a few people nearby within earshot but most people were not listening, and they were either in the pool or involved in their own conversations. My brothers and little sister were playing in the pool and completely oblivious. Ruth Ann was on Georgie’s back chicken fighting another girl in a friendly competition while she balanced on Lucas’s shoulders.

“Go on and say it, Freckles!” my sister challenged me.

“Bart and Gerald threw my panties over the fence, and you didn’t make them go get them! Now you are teasing this guy that’s almost dad’s age and you have a boyfriend back in Raleigh! And you are saying I am Mom’s favorite? You are the one in charge!!”

I could have said a lot more, but I was simmering and not quite boiling over with anger. I thought better of pushing my luck as my sister’s pretty blue eyes bore into me.

She slapped her knees with her hands and sat up. “You know, you are right! Katie! You aren’t mom’s favorite. I just have to quit my job where I see my boyfriend to watch my brothers and sisters because you won’t take responsibility and step up. Now, why don’t YOU go get your panties and bring them back here.”

“Can I put them on?”

“Just go get them and we’ll go back to the cabin,” my sister said curtly. “I’ll get everyone else rounded up because someone has to do it.”

“Thank you Ma’am,” I softened. I got off of the lounger and dashed passed several families. All they saw was a blur that looked like a naked girl. I had to run across hot pavement that had been heated by the Myrtle Beach sun and grab my wet panties. They were soaked with chlorine, but I’d rather wear those sheer panties than just the dildo.

I felt Jimin’s vibration start to ramp up to the highest setting and my knee involuntarily bent and I stumbled a little. That was unfair. I couldn’t stop the throbbing from sending waves of undulating pleasure through my body. The lotion Bart and Gerald and had spread was mostly in my ass crack and it acted almost like a conductor of the vibrations to blow my mind.

“Hurry back,” I could hear my sister through the fence on the other side telling me to return to where she was. I knew there was a hidden ultimatum in her tone that suggested if I was slow, she would leave the vibration on – and a part of me wanted it to continue. Just not here – not at the pool in front of so many strangers and the neighbor boys.

“Katie, I didn’t like your tone earlier,” my sister said when I returned.

“May I please put my panties back on,” I said. Ruth Ann had hers on and she was standing there dripping wet without a shirt just like Georgie and Lucas. She was practically naked as well in her panties but unlike me, she didn’t seem the least bit concerned about all of the stares she was getting. I could see her dark pubes through her soaked panties.

The three of them got a little sunburn on their shoulders but they were no worse for wear. I was breathing heavy and pretended it was because I was out of breath from running but it was definitely the throbbing of the vibration that was making me breathless.

Jim and a few older men were the only ones staring at my confrontation with my sister. I am sure the fact that I was practically naked raised more than a few eyebrows, but Jim was involved in the conversation and the other men were actually listening. The rest were people staring at the half-naked girl across from them at the pool.

“I have one question,” my sister asked. “What did you promise to show Georgie today?”

I looked at her and I looked at Jim. He seemed to regard me as a trouble-making brat. I looked at Georgie and Lucas.

“They can’t help you. What did you offer to show him?”

Why did she want me to admit this in front of total strangers?

“My urethra, Ma’am?”

One man who had been eavesdropping guffawed in disbelief.

“Is that what you called it?”

Was she really going to make me do this here? Show him here? She told me that I was supposed to show it.

“I called it my pee hole, Ma’am.” I was red in the face. Jim let out an exasperated gasp.

“I don’t have any soap, but for saying shitter and pee-hole, you can use chlorine to wash your mouth out!” she pointed to my panties, and I knew she wanted me to wad them up and stuff them in my mouth.

I heard laughter, most of all from Bart and Gerald.

“I can’t take you anywhere! You embarrass me! Now march!” she pointed. I had to walk past several people who noticed that I was carrying what they assumed were bikini bottoms in my mouth. I assumed I was in for more fresh horrors because it was still quite early.

However, as soon as we left the pool, my sister gave me back the only remaining pair of flip-flops I had and let me take the panties out of my mouth.

“Okay Freckles,” she smiled graciously as if I had passed some test. I was skeptical about letting my guard down and trusting her. I thought this was yet another trick. “You are okay. I was hazed back in my Cheerleading days the same way,” she said.

I couldn’t imagine anyone treating Lindsay that way before. It must have been quite a story. “If you screw up again, I’ll put you over my knee, but you can relax.”

“So, Freckles is not going to suck our dicks?” Bart and Gerald asked with a crestfallen realization that the fun was over.

“I am not going to see how girls actually pee?” Georgie seemed disappointed as well.

“She can do those things if she really wants to do them, but I am not going to make her,” my sister shrugged. She told me that I could take the panties out of my mouth and slip them back on as well. I actually thanked her this time for real. Even though I had to walk the length of the campground from the pool to our cabin topless and in wet panties, I was grateful.

“Vibrator on or off?” she asked as I changed.

I stopped for a moment. “I can still wear it?”

“We can share it, if you can keep it a secret. You too Ruthie, if you really want. Just ASK me next time,” she said.

“Would you turn it back down?”

My sister clicked a button on her remote and set the vibration to basic.

“Maybe the middle level?” I asked sheepishly. That did feel really good. There was a little laughter as we walked back to the cabin. As we did, Bart and Gerald became increasingly ruder when they realized that they weren’t getting head. My sister had never intended to make me suck their dicks, but they felt they were owed a blowjob - perhaps because they had played along with being my cousin? I really didn’t know why they felt entitled to oral sex from me.

“You cunts are cock teases,” Bart finally said angrily.

“Yeah, we are,” my sister chuckled. The boys ran off mad. My sister laughed as they ran away and said that boys never mature. “The guy I date are the same way.”

I felt comfortable enough to talk conversationally to my sister again. I asked her if she really did have a boyfriend back in Raleigh.

“Oh yeah, and he worked with me. A lot of times when Mom was asking me to do stuff and I couldn’t, I was just going on a date with him.”

“But you were seeing Todd while you were here,” I pointed out.

“I kind of liked it when I was making you call me, Ma’am, and mind your own business,” My sister didn’t really mind being asked these questions and was just joking. “I TALKED to a lot of guys while I was here. Todd is a local boy who tries to pick up girls on vacation. I was a girl on vacation and bored. He had a nice car. What can I say? And Jim was not DAD’S age. He was probably only thirty-five.”

I was surprised by my sister’s laissez-faire attitude about relationships. Especially, when it seemed that her boyfriend back home didn’t know about Todd.

“I am glad you didn’t make me suck those boys’ dicks. I would have hated cheating on Pod,” I admitted casually.

My sister stopped walking. When my sister stopped walking Lucas, Georgie, and Ruth Ann instinctively stopped behind her. “Wait, would you have really given them a blowjob if I had ordered it? You know I was just busting your chops right?”

I nodded that I knew that, but I really didn’t.

“At first, I thought you might be taking me seriously, but when you intentionally told Jim that you had a shitter just to see the look on his face I knew you were helping me grifting him.”

“Grift?”

“That’s what I call it when I make a guy think what I want him to think. I told Todd that I was a stripper from Atlanta,” my sister admitted. I didn’t fully understand it but apparently, she admired the way I “pretended” to be a brat so that she could punish me in front of him.

“That fat fuck told me he was single. He had a wedding ring. I would have stolen that too if his fingers weren’t so chubby,” my sister showed me that she stole his cell phone, his wallet, and his watch. It was an Apple watch.

“Lucas, you are good with technology, pop the chip out for me, will you?”

My sister went through the guy’s wallet and took some cash and credit cards and tossed it in the bushes. She kept his cell phone and watch after Lucas took out the chips. “It’s a shitty android but I can trade it in for a couple of bucks. He was a total perv. You should have seen his face when you rolled over on your tummy and showed him your butt. He could totally see that it wasn’t a bathing suit, and you had the tip in your ass. He was more than happy to act like he thought you had on a thong, but I knew he knew it wasn’t. You were just eye candy to him.”

I was somewhat flattered to be ‘eye candy’ to anyone.

“He kept trying to put his finger in my crack instead of lotion up my back. All the while, he was staring at you and trying to discreetly play with his dick.”

Ruth Ann gave my sister a look of consternation for what she said.

“Oh stop, Polly Anna! You know what dicks are and you knew exactly what you were doing running around that pool with your bush on full display. If you want to continue to pretend to be a naïve little girl, you’ll have to take a weed whacker to that thing.”

“Hey, I am not pretending ... not always,” Ruthie gave us both a mischievous and naughty smirk that said everything in that moment. I had underestimated her.

“You guys are gross,” Lucas said.

“Okay, since we are being completely honest, I know the two of you masturbate in front of each other sometimes,” she said.

They both denied it but then she described how they did it in detail. She also said that once Georgie rested his back against the bed and laid upside down and squeezed his dick until he shot in his own mouth.

Georgie was mortified. When they asked how she knew she pointed out there were no curtains in the cabin, and she is tall enough to look in. “Didn’t you think it was a serious coincidence that I yanked the door open to our room and caught you in the middle of the act? I would have looked pretty dumb if I flung the doors open if you weren’t doing anything.”

She said she got the idea from Bart and Gerald. She caught them peeping in our windows at different times in the past. “I’ve been fucking with their heads all vacation. I kept telling them Todd was going to whip their ass. He probably would have just for fun! When I saw you going to town on yourself in the bedroom, I asked them to wait outside of the trailer and play along with whatever.”

“So, did you actually promise them I would suck their cocks?”

“I might have implied you would do stuff for them, but I wouldn’t have made you, Katie. I was just trying to teach you a lesson. I didn’t know you would have gone down on them or even more if I had said to do it. I was angry at you for running my day with Todd, but we are going home soon and it’s really not that big of a deal. You aren’t ready to watch over the others at home, so I guess I have to stick around a little bit more.”

“Yeah,” I said. I didn’t know what to think about what she was telling me. It was almost a let down that none of it had been ‘real’ even though it seemed that way to me.

“Admit it though, in a way it was kind of fun?”

A man jogged by and did a double take over the fact that my sister and I were topless. Ruth Ann waved at him sweetly like a goofy girl. It was a total act because once he was passed, she went back to having a flat expression.

I had to admit – it was quite an adventure, but I definitely wouldn’t want to do it again.

“if it was fun, you should let Katie boss YOU around?”

“NO WAY,” Lindsay rejected that right off. “You perv definitely WOULD explore my butthole, my pussy hole and my pee hole if she let you. Absolutely not!”

“Well, then how can you say it was fun for me if it wasn’t for you?” I asked.

“There are some guys I’ve known who would have PAID me to treat them the way I treated you today,” my sister implied. She said they were creepy old men but they would have paid her well for the privilege of being humiliated by her. Lindsay tried to make it seem like she had done me a favor today.

When we tried to find out if she meant paid for sex, she left that to our imaginations and changed the subject.

That evening when my parents returned, we were pretty much back to normal. Lindsay’s sex toy was back in the box. I was wearing clothes again. No one told about what happened during the day. I think we were all still processing it. We were all laughing and carrying on as if none of this had even happened.

It was a strange sort of reset. There were no hard feelings, and I genuinely didn’t have a problem with what my sister lovingly called “enduring hazing rituals”. She said if I ever sprouted tits, I should try out for the cheerleading team. I felt like there was no way that was going to happen in time for my senior year given I would be a sophomore next year.

That evening my parents took us to Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville. I am not a fan of his music, and I don’t even understand the appeal. There was a big volcano at the bar that poured out this green slushee Margarita mix every hour. This stupid song that gets stuck immediately in your head starts playing “Now I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go, When the volcano blow...”

It was stuck in ours because by the second time the volcano exploded during dinner my entire family was singing it like a couple of loons. My sister had graciously allowed me to wear Jimin to dinner. It probably accounted for my extremely boisterous and over the top happy behavior in the restaurant.

I had just finished a “Cheeseburger in Paradise” and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I really didn’t have to use the bathroom. Mom didn’t like it when I texted on family excursions like this and I wanted to catch up with Pod and frig my pussy a little.

“How was your day, Love?” Pod texted. I should say that while he addressed me as “Love” he didn’t mean it in the sense of loving me. It was apparently a term of endearment in Britain.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I texted back as I reflected on the humiliating things I did at the pool and in the cabin.

“Fess up,” Pod texted. I wondered if he knew something about that day.

“Well, my sister spanked me twice for starters,” I said. I had alluded to the fact that my mom and dad disciplined me but seldom went into any details about what I did to deserve or that they were bare bottom.

“Are you are having me on?” he asked. I was relieved that he didn’t know the dirty truth.

“No, I kind of deserved it. She caught me with Jimin,” I said. I explained that was the sex toy and snapped a picture or two with my pants down to show that I was wearing it. He asked if it stung.

“It did, but in a good way,” I wrote as I began playing with myself more for the camera and sending him picture after picture of my body.

“Are you buttering your muffin in a pub?” he asked via text. I am sure I was blowing his mind.

I bragged that I was in Margaritaville. I turned around and took a picture of my spread ass. I asked him if he could see the red marks on my ass where my sister spanked me with a paddle.

I showed him how I was intentionally letting the small end of the U-shaped dildo rest in my asshole and told him that I liked it. I expected him to text back but sometimes he starts jerking off and it takes a few minutes for me to hear the sound of another text.

I turned back around and gave him a good view of my face as I pulled the dildo back from my slimy pussy, and, fingered myself. “Good thing I didn’t wear panties, or I’ll ruin them when I go back to my table,” I texted.

It was at that moment that I realized the last seven pictures I had sent were in my family group chat. My mom had texted “Katie, did you fall in or what? We are ready to go.”

I didn’t realize that my phone had automatically brought up the latest text message and I was so deep into what I was doing that I hadn’t looked at my phone. Everything I had sent since Pod asked me if I was buttering my muffin had gone to my mom and Dad, Lindsay, Lucas, Georgie and Ruth Ann.

I briefly considered just staying in the bathroom until closing time and running away from home rather than facing them. The worst part is that nobody texted any replies. I briefly googled “unsending a text message” and found that was impossible.

I hoped beyond hope that somehow the cell phone service had stopped working and the pictures didn’t get sent. The look on my family’s face when I left the bathroom and returned to the table told me immediately how futile my hope was.

I started to apologize, and my mom told me to save it. Dad had already paid the check, and nobody asked me if I was finished or wanted a to-go box.

We stood up as a family and walked out of that crowded restaurant in silence. I had no idea what was going to happen. I wanted to say something – anything, but what could I say?

My face was red, but I was simply too stunned to offer any sort of defense.