Itty Bitty Titty Committee by EddieDavidson Chapter 8 The next day few days we did tourist things together as a family. I texted Pod and played with Lindsay’s toy when I had a chance – usually at the same time. When my parents were gone, Lindsay’s confidence in laying out in the yard had grown and she didn’t have to tell me to do it with her. I laid out naked with her and Ruth Ann on a towel on the cement block. It was relatively private unless you count my brothers. Lindsay thought they would eventually get over hovering around, but I think she secretly knew that wasn’t going to happen with curious teenage boys – even if she was their sister. They would make up excuses to come outside and annoy us and stare at Lindsay’s boobs and then she would eventually tell them to go back inside. I was happy that nobody had seen us. My sister would often tease me about walking the campground or even going as far as the beach in just panties, but I made it pretty clear that was a one time only thing. “I almost had a heart-attack,” I admitted. Ruth Ann loved laying out in the sun naked and she was developing a golden tan all over her body. She even tanned perfectly. “Lord has mercy, look at them boobies,” we heard a boy’s voice, and it wasn’t Georgie and Lucas. It startled us and my sister sat up and covered her chest with one arm and flipped the towel she was sitting on over her thigh to give herself some privacy. I covered myself with my hands. “Don’t stop now ladies, we were just having a gander,” Bart said. He was the older of the two brothers and like Lucas, he spoke for Gerald most of the time. “Those Mexican girls checked out, and we don’t have anything to pull our puds too,” he said. “You can circle jerk together for all I care,” Lindsay adjusted herself so that she was strategically covered in all ways. “Now fuck back off to whatever Hee-Haw TV show you emerged from.” “You aren’t very nice,” Gerald said slowly. He had a deep-southern accent, and he mumbled a little. “No, I am generally not nice to peeping toms,” my sister scolded him. “How can we be peeping toms? You are the ones out here flashing them boobies, Come on pretty lady! How about you give me a little sexual education?” Bart asked. He was clearly WAY too young for Lindsay and even if he wasn’t – she liked him as much a bad case of diarrhea. “I think you need some just regular education first, maybe some math, English, personal hygiene,” my sister replied sarcastically. “You could be right,” Bart agreed with her. “All we want is you to keep laying out here every day, and just kind of spread your legs and let us have a little look.” “In your dreams,” Lindsay assured him that wasn’t happening. I was terrified right now. This was really happening. “You are gonna be sorry one day,” Bart assured us. Gerald and he slinked back to their cabin. That put an end to our naked sunbathing immediately. We got dressed and didn’t go back out again. “Hopefully those sad fucks check out eventually,” my sister said. “You gotta get your mouth washed out!!” Ruthie put her hands over her mouth in shock. “That’s what those guys are,” my sister was angry. Most people only stayed at the campground for a week, but the Bates family seemed to be here permanently or at least for the entire summer. We gave them a wide berth whenever we saw them. Their mom still had some of my clothes, my towel, and my sandal and I was pretty angry about that. Lindsay stopped hanging out with Ruthie and me so much and started going to the beach more and more. We went together but when she was there, she distanced herself from us and started hanging out with older kids. She found a guy she actually did like. His name was Todd and he drove a muscle car. He looked handsome and a little dangerous. Dad didn’t like him right away. Mom knew that the best way to make Lindsay like a boy was to tell her that she didn’t approve of him, so she just didn’t comment on Todd. I didn’t like Todd either. I sent pictures of her doting on him to Pod and even Pod who is the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet said he didn’t like him. I didn’t even have to tell him what I thought. That really validated my opinion of Todd. He was all about fast cars and good times and my sister was obviously just some summer fling to him. My sister was supposed to be watching over us when my parents were out. We were still doing stuff as a family, but as the tension rose, she and I started becoming more distant. She didn’t leave as soon as my parents were gone but she kept trying to get two or three hours here and there where I would cover things for her. I reminded her that mom would probably spank my butt if she found out because she said I was irresponsible. Lindsay tried to rationalize and use logic with me by saying that this was how I proved I was responsible. “Are you going to actually tell mom that I watched the kids while you went off with Todd?” Lindsay stormed off after that discussion and left me at the cabin with Lucas, Georgie, and Ruth Ann. We didn’t have anything to do, and nobody felt like going to the pool or the beach. I told them to stay in the cabin and that I would be back after a shower. I used those times when Lindsay was gone as a perfect opportunity to steal her sex toy and grind my pussy with it. The battery seemed to last forever, and the vibration feature was like magic. I imagined it was a banana that had been bent in half and I had it wedged between my butt crack and over my pussy. I found that I liked it that way – not IN my butt and not even INSIDE me. I just liked the way the vibrations felt on my nether regions. I was so addicted to it, I even dared sneak it to the bathroom and there were times I even snuck it to the shower and took a chance on wearing it in the shower. I found that if I snapped it on tight, I could walk with it without having anything on. I pretended it was a swimsuit. A woman walked in, and I acted like it was perfectly normal. She looked at me strangely. I was mortified that she’d say something to me about it, but she didn’t. My heart was beating so fast. I told Pod about what I had done, and he thought that I was incredibly daring and encouraged me to do more things like that. I didn’t need much encouragement because I really wanted to try being a little daring. His validation and excitement about my naughty behavior definitely felt very rewarding. It was thrilling! I just didn’t want to get caught. I kept taking stupid chances though. One day, it was 2 pm in the afternoon. My mom and dad were off somewhere. Lindsay was at the beach with a boy, and I was supposed to be watching my brothers and sisters. There wasn’t anything for us to do at the cabin and we didn’t feel like going to the pool or the beach. Well, I didn’t because I was totally addicted to the sex toy. I now considered it mine even though I was swiping it from my sister. I wrapped myself in my towel and pretended I was coming for a “quick shower” to wash off the sand. I was thrilled there was no one taking a shower at the time. Most people were enjoying the sun or having a late lunch at that time. It was perfect. I danced around the shower. Took some pictures of myself touching my toes and doing squats with the dildo attached to my pussy. I even took a few of my butt with the dildo filing in my crack. It was fun to wear but even more fun when you turn on the vibration. “Don’t stop on my account,” I heard a familiar voice from inside the shower. I hadn’t heard her come in. It was Savannah’s husky, but sweet southern voice tempered with bitter rage. She had my old towel wrapped around her. She was wearing my old shirt that she had shredded so that her giant pregnant belly could pop out. She ripped the front to expose her cleavage. She was wearing my sandals and the only thing of hers were her sunglasses and a pair of rebel bikini bottoms she had on. Savannah called me a slut and accused me of flashing her sons. I knew that was technically a lie, but the accusation chilled me to the bone. They HAD seen me naked outside. “I know you were prancing your little girly ass around your patio to tease my boys! Now you are in here dancing around to impress me? I don’t swing that way.” I didn’t say anything. I was way too terrified. All the blood drained from my face and goosebumps began to spring up everywhere. I stopped dancing and quickly grabbed my towel and phone. Savannah chuckled as I dashed out of there. I thought I was going to feint – I can’t even tell you how scared I was because I do not possess the words to accurately describe my emotions. I wasn’t afraid she’d beat me up, I wasn’t afraid she’d tell my parents. I don’t know WHAT I was afraid of. She was certainly capable of those things and more. I think she just frightened me in lots of ways. “Hey, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you run away, girly,” she cackled a little. I didn’t even remove the toy before I fled. I wrapped the towel I had around me and jogged back to the cabin with it securely between my legs – I can’t deny that it turned me on when I jogged with it. I ran into my bedroom, shut the door, and lay flat on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling. I still had the toy on when the door flew open. My immediate thought was Savannah had burst into my room to kick my ass. “Gah!” I reacted in alarm as I raised off of the bed. It was Ruthie. She was worried because I dashed into the bedroom and closed the door without saying anything. “Shut the door,” I reached over to my pussy and removed the sex toy. I felt ashamed of myself. I was still wet and naked from the shower. I had not bothered to change after my encounter with Savannah. “What is that?” Ruthie smiled as she admired the toy I had just unsnapped. She reminded me sometimes of a precocious Drew Barrymore from the movie “E.T”. “It’s nothing,” I started. Ruthie didn’t buy that. “It’s a toy, okay? An adult one!” “Where did you get it?” she asked with a look of awe. I began to slip my panties on and get dressed. “Look, you REALLY can’t tell anybody about this. It’s got to be our secret,” I pleaded with Ruthie. “I want to try it!!” she had an impish grin on her face, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer. I told her it did things that felt good but scary. “This is that thing that Lindsay keeps in her make-up box, isn’t it? I saw her take it out. Let me try it once, I promise I won’t say anything!!” “Okay, once but you are going to hate it!” I assured my little sister. Once I was dressed, I snuck into the living room. I was fortunate that Georgie and Lucas were roughhousing. They didn’t seem to be paying attention. I still didn’t want to take any chances. I washed it off quickly and returned to my sister. “Okay, just put it on the front,” I showed her how to do it after she pulled her panties down. She was fearless and not apprehensive at all. Ruthie realized the second smaller plug went into the butt. “That part goes into my peanut butter?” she crooked an eye and looked worried. “Just try it on the front,” I didn’t want her to go that far. It freaked me out when I did it and made my butthole sore the next day! Ruthie was excited by the toy. She looked hungry when she used it. She didn’t seem to think it was dirty or nasty -she was having fun playing with it- popping it in and out of her tiny little pussy. I knew it was wrong to teach her how to use a sex toy. I had been sexually active by the time I was her age and I gathered that despite her innocent demeanor – my little sister had no qualms about using her fingers to get herself off. Ruthie made a buzzing noise in time with the advice after I turned it on for the way it was when she walked in. The vibration was silent, but she wanted to buzz along with it. “Okay, happy now?” I asked hopeful that her curiosity was satiated. I didn’t want her to become a horny little monster and start hogging it. Ruth Ann lay back with her knees up, and a satisfied grin and insisted that I let her keep doing it. After that, Ruth Ann and I had to share it whenever Lindsay left. It was weird at first masturbating with it in front of my sister. She didn’t have any qualms about getting her rocks off. She may act naïve and innocent, but she definitely knew what she liked. Ruth Ann loved giving herself pleasure with the toy. I’ve always seen her as incredibly naïve and never thought of her as someone who might play with herself. Watching her frantically use it on her clit until she hit her own pleasure spots was almost validating to me. I thought “Even Ruthie does it! It must be normal to play with myself!” My sister makes this tiny knowing grin and stares at you when she has an orgasm. It’s adorable. After two days of sharing, I was tired of that arrangement. Lindsay wasn’t gone enough, and I only had a short window to give myself an orgasm and snap a few pictures for Pod. I don’t know why I had almost no qualms masturbating in front of my little sister with my big sister’s sex toy. I did not take any pictures of myself around her. I didn’t want her to ask to be photographed and I think I was just afraid that if she told on me to my parents – they’d find out about all the pictures I was sending Pod. After that her curiosity was satiated. She and I shared a dirty little secret though. I knew that my innocent little sister wasn’t quite so innocent. Anytime Lindsay was gone I’d immediately take it before Ruthie could and keep it with me. She didn’t mention it again, but I didn’t want her to share it in case she decided to give it a go. I also assumed that she’d show Georgie and Lucas or worse – Lindsay! It really was the perfect sex toy. It fit perfectly in my pussy, had long battery life, waterproof, I could even walk around with it clipped to my body and nobody would know. However, I’d have never lived it down if any of the others knew my obsession with it. Our vacation was nearing its end. I had my fill of the beach and the pool. My biggest regret was that I wouldn’t know where my sister was hiding the toy when we got back home. I had already decided to search her room as soon as I got home. I was afraid to try to buy my own. Even if I could order it online, how could I get a package in the house without my parents asking what it was? What if my parents found it in my room? It was much safer to leave this one in my sister’s room where I knew I could find it. I assumed that mom would never punish her for having one if she found it in Lindsay’s room! The toy was something a girl Lindsay’s age was probably supposed to have. There was a day in that week when we went shopping with Mom. Ruthie was angry with me. Lindsay was angry with me. None of us spoke to each other but for very different reasons. “Sometimes when you are in close quarters like this you can get on each other’s nerves. I understand that better than you think. You three get on my nerves,” Mom tried breaking the ice with a bit of a joke. She told us that she didn’t want any drama and she wanted us to work it out ourselves. “Let’s just have a good day! Pretend if you have too!” We were so miserable and surly that Mom did not WANT to hang out with us for two days after that. She and Dad kept to themselves or did things only with Georgie and Lucas. That suited Lindsay just fine because she was going on dates with Todd. It suited me just fine because I was going on dates with her sex toy. Ruth Ann was the only one getting the short end of the stick. I was increasingly being expected to watch over the kids more and more when Mom and Dad left. They didn’t know of course and if I told them they would have accused us of drama. It was better to keep them out of it. I reminded Lindsay that I wasn’t supposed to be the one to be in charge. She assured me it would be fine and left for hours at a time when Mom and Dad were gone. My sister and I were increasingly having friction. She was back to calling me Freckles and a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. However, these weren’t terms of endearment. She was increasingly growing frustrated with me. My sister felt that it was my job to watch the others because she had done it enough and she desperately wanted to go off with Todd. I reminded her that my mom said I wasn’t supposed to do that – but to be honest, I also didn’t want the responsibility even if it was minimal. After getting spanked by my parents and having my mouth washed out with soap I associated being responsible for my siblings with also getting in trouble. That was not true obviously, everything that my parents did to punish me was justified and happened because of some careless mistake I made, or some lie I told. I wasn’t ready to fully accept that then. There was one day that I knew my sister REALLY wanted to go with Todd. He had rented Jet Skis and she made plans with him. I knew about it because I was eavesdropping. I know this was dirty, but I intentionally asked Mom and Dad to plan some mini-golf with us in order for her to miss it. She was so livid. Lindsay knew that I did that on purpose. Lindsay kept hitting her golf ball dangerously close to where I was standing and once whiffed a banking shot so that the ball almost hit me in the knee. “Hey, you’ve got responsibilities. It’s not my fault if you don’t like them,” I whispered. Lindsay glared at me. I believe in that moment she decided to have her revenge. Lindsay sweet-talked my parents into going to Paula Deen’s Restaurant. It’s a country buffet restaurant that my mom has always wanted to eat at. I think she wanted to shop there in their general store almost as much as she wanted to dine there. Once my parents were away, my older sister began barking orders and giving me a hard time about cleaning. I knew this was payback and I didn’t take any of it seriously. My brothers and Ruthie thought she was just playing with me. “What are you going to do, sis? Make me stand in the corner?” I joked. That was the wrong thing to say. It infuriated my sister and strengthened her resolve to punish me. “That is insubordination! open up that big mouth of yours,” Lindsay grabbed a bar of soap from the sink in the cabin. The soap had probably been here when we arrived. There was no way I was going to put that in my mouth. “That’s a refusal to obey an order! You all saw it,” my sister demanded. She was being ridiculous, and I told her that. “I have no choice but to spank you! Strip!” Lindsay demanded. “They have seen me naked. You aren’t scaring me, Lindsay. You can’t spank me. You know mom and dad would be pissed off,” I said. I shouldn’t have cussed, but Lindsay was baiting me. Lindsay called me out for that too. Lindsay grabbed my phone and told me to bend over and get ready for a spanking or she would text some pictures to mom and dad. “Are you blackmailing me?” I asked with a laugh. “Go ahead. The only thing you’ll find on there are some pictures of cats,” I said with confidence. Ruth Ann still thought we were play-acting, and she wanted to see the cats on my phone. No one else suspected I had dirty pictures on my phone because they had no reason to think I would. Lindsay checked my phone and grew furious that she couldn’t find anything. I had been extremely careful about storing images after I texted or received them after her warning. Lucas and Georgie were both chuckling awkwardly as they watched the tense contest of wills between me and my sister. In the end, Lindsay won. I had started out strong and resistant. However, guilt got the better of me. I felt guilty that I had been robbing my big sister of time with her boyfriend even though it was her job to watch us. I also felt guilty that I was using her sex toy like literally all the time to bring myself heightened pleasures I could never even dream of before I discovered it. “Fine, you want to spank me? You do this and we are even,” I bent forward, stuck my butt out, and placed my hands on my knees. I was wearing my t-shirt and panties around the cabin because frankly I didn’t have many other clean clothes, and everyone in the family was used to me this way anyway. Mom once told me that accepting punishment reset the scales. Once she spanked one of us or washed our mouth out with soap, we made an act of contrition. Mom would forgive us, and we could move on without talking about again. I told myself that is why I had just volunteered to let my older sister spank me for the first time in my life. The truth that I wasn’t admitting to myself was that I was trying to shock her into backing down. I thought if I presented my butt and acted like it was no big deal that my sister would realize she didn’t have the authority to spank me and back off. Okay, let me be completely honest. I did tell myself that. The real reason I was doing this was that I thought Ruthie or one of my brothers would tell mom and then Lindsay would finally get in trouble for something she did. There, I said it. If I told my parents that Lindsay spanked me then they would see it as tattling. I needed one of them to spill the beans and I was willing to humiliate myself in front of them to make that happen. Lindsay stood there quietly seething. I think she was shocked that I suddenly surrendered to her will. “You want me to take my panties down? Okay,” I volunteered. Lindsay never asked me to do that. She didn’t stop me either. I tucked my thumbs into the side of my panties and bent over while I stepped out of them. Georgie and Lucas began to nervously laugh. They were standing right behind me and probably had a full view of the crack of my ass. Ruthie looked nervous as it dawned on her that Lindsay, and I were not playing after all. My sister picked up a cutting board from the kitchenette. It was about a half-inch thick and very wide with a handle that would make a perfect paddle. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked. My pulse quickened and my original bravado faded. Lindsay grinned wickedly and swished it in the air to test the feel of it. “I am not going to break my hand trying to swat your bony butt! Relax, you’ve been spanked by Dad! This is going to feel like a love tap compared to that. Take off the shirt too! All the way naked, dirty girl! You like showing off! Let’s see you show off then! Bend over properly and grab your ankles!” I removed my shirt and put it down. I could already feel my boobs filling with blood and my nipples extending and getting hard. I was terrified but went along with everything she said. My lip quivered nervously, and I bent as far as I could with my knees locked and my legs slightly apart. I could not reach my ankles. “Bend your knees,” Lindsay kicked my feet apart so that they were more than a shoulder’s width apart and made me bend so that I could grab my ankles. I was positive that I was standing in the most obscenely exposed way possible now. My brothers could not only see my butt crack but everything in the dark ravine – including my butthole and pussy. I was immediately reminded of how exposed Chet’s pregnant wife was in the shower. Savannah spread her pussy wide and washed her ass without any sense of modesty and I saw all the way inside her pussy. I wondered if my brothers could see that far inside of me. My nipples got hard in anticipation of what was going to happen. My sister spanked in the rigid tempo that my father uses. Each blast of the paddle was punctuated by a count. After the second one, I thought my heart would stop and I would faint. I was beyond fear at this stage into a sort of confused trance like hysteria. “Count and say Lindsay may I have another please?” -WAP- “Three, Lindsay may I have another please?” After four or five of those, she grew bored with my mewling and groveling requests for another swat. She lifted my chin with her finger and gloated over the fact that I asked for this. Then she spanked my ass again. “This will teach you to defy me! You won’t do that again, will you, Freckles?” I told myself that the pain and embarrassment would all be worth it if Mom and Dad found out and punished her. I’d get even! I couldn’t be the one to tell on her, but I knew someone would. I went along with everything she said. “Yes Ma’am,” I obediently responded, counted, and asked her for another. “You want me to call you freckles all of the time, don’t you?” “Yes Ma’am, I’ll tell mom that I asked you to do it,” I begged. I’d let her get away with that. I was blubbering. I put a slight emphasis on “TELL MOM” In the hopes my clueless little brothers and Ruthie would pick up on the coded suggestion that THEY be the ones to tell Mom. “No, you will not tell mom ANYTHING. If anybody does, then you can join Freckles here. I like this. I think this is a good attitude adjustment for you, Freckles. Don’t you?” “Yes Ma’am!” I counted and thanked her again while asking for another. I was free-styling away from her script and saying it differently each time. “Please Lindsay, spank me again!!” “You know what? I think this is a good aversion therapy for you. Mom and Dad made me cut back my hours at my job and I’ll probably get fired. Since you want me home with you every day because you can’t handle a simple task like watching your little brothers, I think I will spank you every day like this – in front of them. That will give you an incentive to step up, so I don’t have to keep watching them! Don’t you agree?” This time she spanked me twice while she made her threat. I couldn’t answer because I was choking on my own tears. The second swat she gave me that time struck me low right on my pussy lips. I was sure she brought back some wetness from my slippery pussy after the downstroke. I was having trouble breathing. Lindsay promised that she’d spank me every time she was home alone with us. “All you had to do was let me spend time with Todd. You KNEW I was going Jet Skiing, didn’t you?” There it was. I had to keep her talking. She just confessed to making plans with Todd when she was supposed to be watching us. All I had to do was make sure my dumb brothers connected the dots so that when they inevitably told Mom and Dad they included that part. “Yes Ma’am, I was jealous that you had Todd and my boyfriend is back home. I knew that you wanted to go with Todd jet skiing instead of staying here and watching us like Mom and Dad wanted you to do!” Unfortunately, Lindsay is not as dense as our other siblings. I think she picked up on what I was trying to do. “If any of you breathe a word of that to Mom or Dad, then I will make your summer a living hell! Freckles will be your example! Won’t you freckles?” “Yes Ma’am,” I muttered under my breath.