My Most Unforgettable Spring Break
By Aldric
Copyright 2016 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com,
all rights reserved
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My Most Unforgettable Spring Break
It was the summer of ’65, and I was just a few
days shy of my thirteenth birthday when it looked like our vacation would be
ruined. The day before we were to leave my dad got called into work for some
emergency, and my mom’s car was too unreliable to use for anything but short
trips. However, instead of cancelling the vacation, my sisters and I got to fly
down to our aunt’s house. She lived with her three daughters and one son on an
island in North Carolina. My parents promised they’d be there as soon as they
could.
We flew into Wilmington and were picked up by
Aunt Becky. That’s where the first problem came up. My luggage didn’t make it
on the same airplane that I did, and they said they didn’t know when it would
arrive. So all I had was the clothes I was wearing, which wasn’t bad as it
could have been. My mom thought I should be dressed in long pants and a school
shirt for the flight, so I waited until the last possible minute and hurried
down with my suitcase wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a tee shirt. It was
too late to make me go change, which was as I planned, so I managed to travel
in comfort while my sisters looked like they were going to school.
My mom told me that Cynthia was in charge of me
and that I had to listen to her. That sucked. She was fourteen and a half, but
that didn’t seem like much to me. And she was so bossy. My little sister, Lori,
was technically the same age as me, twelve, but she had just had her birthday
and mine was coming up so in two days I’d be a year older than her again.
I hadn’t seen my cousins in three years, but I
remembered the house. It was about a ten minute walk down a shady lane from the
beach. Which made me remember that my bathing suit was in my luggage, but no
problem, I could swim in my shorts.
The ride to the house was horrible because
traffic was bad and it took forever to get there. Plus, it was in the 90’s and
a hot sun was shining in my window for most of the drive. And I knew there’d be
no cooling off when we got there, few houses had air conditioning back then,
and my Aunt’s house was not an exception.
My cousins were all out front when we finally
got there. I was surprised at how different they looked after three years, but
I remembered them all—Lisa, the oldest, was the same age as my older sister. Then
came Sandra, who was just a few weeks older than me (which meant that she was
already thirteen, which made me very jealous.) Nancy was twelve, just a few
days older than my younger sister, and then, finally, a boy I could hang out
with instead just girls. Jeff was eleven, but I could see he was as tall as me
now. “Come on Matt,” he said to me. “We’re sleeping outside away from the
girls.”
That was good news. He took me around back where
he had a huge tent set up. The door was open, as were all the window vents, but
at least it was under a big tree so the sun wasn’t hitting it. Inside were two
cots, so we wouldn’t even have to sleep on the ground.
“Do you have hair yet?” he asked. “I do. Not a
lot, but my friend Andy doesn’t have any.”
“Hey, that’s kind of a personal question,” I
said to him. Actually, I just had a few hairs, and wasn’t happy to hear that my
cousin, who was almost two years younger, might have more.
“Hey, I’m going to see it anyway,” he said. “This
is where we’re living until you go home. Get your suit and we’ll hit the beach,
the surfers should be gone by now.”
I had to explain that my suit was somewhere
else, but I was curious about the surfers. “What difference does it make if the
surfers are there or not?” I asked. “Maybe one of them will show me how and I
can rent a board or something.”
“There’s no rental places here. Besides, the
surfers think they own the beach. They chase off anyone who is on ‘their
territory.’ It’s a bit of a pain, but they’re all like fifteen and sixteen, so
what can I do? Sometimes, if Lisa is there, they’ll let me swim as long as I
stay away from them, but that means swimming over by where it’s rocky.”
“So you’re telling me we can’t even swim?” I
asked.
“Yeah, we can. In the morning and evening,
before they get there and after they leave. Unless they’re having a party, then
they stay all night. Here, try this on, I’ve got an older pair in my room that
I can put on if these fit you.” He pulled his suit down and stood there naked,
right in front of the open tent door.
“Jeff, the girls are right up there,” I said,
pointing to the windows on the back of the house. “They can see you!”
“Yeah, I guess I forgot,” he said and stepped
further back into the tent. I pulled the flaps closed. But I had seen him too,
and he very definitely had more hair than I did. And his dick was nearly as big
too. But I really wanted to go swimming, so I turned my back to him and slid my
shorts down. I left my underpants on and tried to pull his suit up. He may have
been as tall as me, but his waist was at least two inches smaller than mine and
there was no way I was going to get into that suit.
“It doesn’t fit,” I said as I turned and handed
it back to him. “But no worry, I’ll swim in my shorts.”
“Then you’d better take your underpants off so
you have something dry when we get back.”
I turned my back to him again and removed my
briefs. I was just about to pick up my shorts when he grabbed my legs and
knocked me down and flipped me over.
“Shit, Jeff, what’re doing?” I asked as I got
free of him. And I noticed something else, I was at best just marginally
stronger than him.
“Just checking you out is all. Man, I wish I’d
bet that my dick was bigger than yours, I’d have won for sure. Just like I did
when I bet Andy.”
I had my shorts back on and turned to face him. “And
what did you bet Andy?”
“He had to suck my wiener!” Jeff said. “It felt
really neat!”
“Jeff, that’s, uh, gross,” I said. I’d heard of
such things, but never knew anybody who’d actually done it or gotten it done. “Is
Andy still your friend?”
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’ve never played
games where that’s the forfeit,” Jeff said. “And yes, Andy and I are still
friends. I’d had to suck his twice since then. It isn’t bad, but not as good as
when you get yours sucked. Come on, let’s go see if the beach is empty.”
We got there, and I’d forgotten how hot the sand
could get. I’d left my shoes in the tent, and now I regretted it. But once I
got to the ocean it would be fine.
“Hey, hold on, there’s still two kids out there
surfing,” Jeff said. “We’ll have to wait until they leave.”
I looked out and saw two kids, but they couldn’t
have been more than ten years old. “You’re afraid of them?” I asked. “They’re
just little kids. What are they going to do against you and me?”
“Tell their brothers,” Jeff said. “I know who
they are, and they know me. I don’t want trouble. Their brothers will come
after me. Come on, we can come back tomorrow. It’s almost dinner time anyway,
let’s go back home.”
“So a couple of kids will hang around looking
for you. What will they do when they find you?”
“You don’t understand,” Jeff said as he turned
towards his house. “They broke Kenny Scott’s arm a few weeks ago. Kenny said it
was just an accident; that they didn’t do it, but I think he’s scared of
telling the truth. Anyway, I’m not going to find out what they do if they catch
me. I’m going home.”
This all sounded way too strange, but I decided
to walk back with him. We made plans to get up early in the morning and swim
then.
Aunt Becky made a wonderful dinner of fried
chicken, and Jeff and I ate most of it. Then we grabbed some pops and snacks
and went out to our tent where we talked and played cards until long after we
had planned to go to bed. It was hot and humid, but once we turned out the
light in the tent it was safe to open the flaps and lay on top of the sheets. Besides,
it would have been even hotter upstairs in the house since there was no breeze
at all that night.
We were woken up by Nancy and Lori the next
morning. They both giggled at us because we just had on our briefs. And I had a
boner, but I don’t think they knew it. It was still very embarrassing to have
two twelve year old girls see me in just a pair of white briefs.
I started to pull on my shorts after they left
but Jeff said if we wanted to swim we’d have to hurry and suggested I take off
my briefs and just wear my shorts, then we could just leave and not have to
come back and change. But I turned shy again and just put my shorts on over my
briefs. He looked at me, shook his head slowly a few times, and then stripped
his briefs off and pulled on his suit.
We had eggs and toast and milk, and then Jeff
said there was a slight on-shore breeze coming up and we had to hurry. I
glanced at the clock and saw it was already nine in the morning.
“I have to go to the store,” Aunt Becky said. “And
food is cheaper in Wilmington than here on the island, so I’ll stop at the
airport and check on your baggage. You boys be back here by lunch, and both of
you mind your sisters while I’m gone.”
We jogged to the beach. With a breeze picking up
Jeff said the surfers would be here soon for sure. It was better than last
night. The sand was cool, not burning hot. The sun was well over the horizon,
but looking out at the water was still blinding. We ran to the beach and dived
into the surf, playing around and swimming and losing all track of time. Suddenly
Jeff looked to the beach and said, “Shit, they’re here. We have to go.”
“Ah, come on, we’ll just move to the rocky part
where they don’t surf anyways,” I said.
“No, we have to go NOW,” Jeff said, and moved as
fast as he could towards the beach. I moved to the side and watched.
“You’d better hurry and get out of here Custer,”
one of them yelled. That was my cousin’s last name.
“Who’s your friend,” another one said.
“He’s my cousin and he’s coming,” I heard Jeff
say. And then he turned and saw that I wasn’t coming.
“Don’t look to me like he got the message,” one
of them said. “We’ll give it to him. You get off our beach unless you want what
we give to him.”
“No, wait, just give me a minute,” Jeff said. “He
doesn’t understand, but I’ll…”
“You’ll leave if you know what’s best for you,”
a surfer said. “He’ll be along shortly.”
I saw Jeff hold back for a second until one of
the bigger boys kicked him in the backside and knocked him flat. “I said for
you to get the hell out of here,” the boy said. Jeff got up, rubbed his butt,
and ran towards home.
I was alone now, and facing six surfers, four of
whom were bigger and older than me. The other two were the two kids who Jeff
and I saw here last night. I couldn’t see any reason to make them chase me, and
I didn’t want to be in the water when they did, so I made my way to shore.
The six of them gathered in an arrowhead,
pointing at me. The biggest boy was at the point.
“I’m leaving,” I said and turned to move around
them.
“You’re leaving, that’s for sure,” the boy in
the front said. The others started moving to side to cut me off. “But first you
need to pay us the rent for using our beach.”
“I don’t have any money,” I said. “But if…”
“I didn’t say the rent cost involved money,” the
boy said. “I like your shorts, and I think they’ll fit me. Give them over.”
“My luggage was lost and these are all I have to
wear,” I said.
“Your problem. Give up the shorts or we’ll take
them. And then we’ll deal with your insolence.”
I was now very glad that I had kept my briefs
on, especially since I could see three girls coming down the beach. Two of the
boys turned to look at them but didn’t say anything except hello, so I guessed
the girls were with the surfers and weren’t going to be told to leave.
It was embarrassing, but I could see they
weren’t going to let me leave with them and it would be worse if they had to
chase me and take them, so I unsnapped them and pulled down the zipper and let
them fall to the sand. I stepped out of them and asked, “Okay, can I go now?”
“The briefs too,” the boy said. You’re going
home naked. But since this is all you have to wear we’ll bury them somewhere on
the beach. Come back at one o’clock and we’ll allow you on our beach to search
for them.”
The three girls now moved up to where they could
get a better look at me as I stood there in my briefs, unwilling to remove them
but not sure what I was going to do. Then the boy took my decision away from
me.
“Grab him,” he said, and three boys immediately
moved to me and held me. “Gloria, if you want, you can take them off him.”
The girl who stepped forward was the youngest
looking of the three, probably eleven years old. She smiled as she grabbed the
front of my briefs and slowly pulled them down until my dick popped out,
pointing straight ahead.
“I think he’s enjoying this,” she said as she
pulled them all the way down. The boys holding me picked me up and she removed
them from my ankles.
“Ricky, find something to tie his hands with,”
the leader said. One of the younger boys went running off. While he was gone I
was the subject of a close inspection by the three girls.
“I thought from your face that you were older,
but now I’m confused,” one of the girls said. “How old are you?”
I should have lied. If I had just taken a second
to think before answering it probably wouldn’t have been as bad. But instead I
blurted out, “I turn thirteen the day after tomorrow.”
“Well then, in case we don’t see you then, we
should give you your birthday spanking now,” the leader said. “Who do you want
to give it to you, the three girls or me?”
I chose the girls, hoping they wouldn’t hit as
hard as the much bigger boy would. I was flipped over and pushed face down in
the sand, my legs and arms pulled out to the sides as far as they would reach.
“You each get thirteen strokes plus one to grow
on,” the leader said. “And if he doesn’t thank you when you’re done you can
start over.”
They then took turns. While none of them hit
especially hard, after the first fourteen I was hurting and almost forgot to
thank her. I was crying by end of the second fourteen (to the words, “What a
baby,” from one of the girls) and the last fourteen were just agony. I’d never
been spanked before and hope I never am again.
Then I was raised. The boy who had run off was
back and my hands were tied behind my back with a piece of wire. It was pulled
tight and wrapped several times and I knew I wasn’t going to get it off.
“Remember, be back here at one this afternoon to
look for your shorts,” the leader said. “And if you don’t show, make sure to
tell Custer we’ll be looking for him to do take your place searching.”
I got a kick in the back, not as hard as Jeff
had gotten but still enough that I nearly fell over, and I made my way naked up
the beach towards the lane, the sound of their laughter behind me making my
ears burn almost as much as my butt. I rubbed my very sore butt and continued
to the lane.
But then I had a new problem. I was totally
naked, with my hands wire-bound behind my back, with a ten minute walk back to
a house filled with girls, including my two sisters. I tried not to think about
it as I walked, hoping, praying, that I didn’t pass anyone on the lane.
I saw no one as I walked, but I don’t know if
anyone looking out through a window saw me as I passed. But when I got back to
my aunt’s house, there were nine girls there along with Jeff. My two sisters,
Jeff’s three sisters, and four other girls that I hadn’t met yet but was about
to in the worse possible way.
As I approached, there was giggling that turned
into open laughter as I got close. Jeff didn’t laugh, but he did come out with
the girls to meet me. Once again, my dick rose to the occasion, all four inches
of it.
“What happened?” Lisa asked.
“I didn’t get out of the ocean when Jeff told me
to and the surfers did this. Please untie my arms so I can go inside.”
Lisa turned to her brother. “Why didn’t you stay
with him?
“Because it was the surfers,” Jeff said, his
face showing real fear. “You don’t believe me, but they hurt kids. I could have
ended up like Kenny!”
“Kenny tripped and fell and that’s how his arm
got broke,” Lisa said. “The surfers had nothing to do with it.” She turned to
me and asked, “Was it Chris McNight?”
“I don’t know who any of them were, they never
told me a name. But he was blond and big and had a bright red board.”
“That was Danny, Chris’s older brother,” Lisa
said. She turned to Jeff and said, “I told you to stop telling lies about those
kids. They just surf, that’s all. Because he didn’t know any better, Matt
probably got in their way and then he probably didn’t leave when they asked him
too. And for leaving him on his own, you can join him in his misery. Take off
your suit.”
“It wasn’t his fault. He told me, more than
once, to hurry and leave, but I didn’t. If he’d stayed they would have done the
same thing to him. And I didn’t get in their way, they hadn’t even gotten in
the water yet. And I don’t know about this Kenny kid, but Jeff isn’t lying. I
didn’t do or say anything to them, and this is what they did to me.”
“I think it was all just a misunderstanding,”
Lisa said. “They didn’t know you and figured you for a tourist. If Jeff had
stayed everything would have turned out okay. Instead, he got scared and ran,
and didn’t even tell us you might need my help.”
“Still, if I’d left when he told me, neither of
us would have gotten caught, so leave him out of it,” I said. “And please take
this wire off my arms. I want to go inside and get a towel or something. In
case you haven’t noticed, I’m naked.” My embarrassment was turning to anger and
I spoke more forcefully than I should have.
“Matthew Drew Thompson, how dare you talk like
that to your cousin,” my older sister said to me. “Just for that, you can stay
naked all day! Besides, I always suspected you were still a little boy and now
I can see that my suspicions were correct!”
“No, I’m sorry, please,” I said, hoping my pleas
would work. Being seen naked by your sister was horrible. Having her see you
and saying you looked like a little boy was worse. Hearing the other eight
girls laugh when she said it was beyond description.
“Where are your clothes?” Sandra asked.
“They said they were going to bury them in the
sand. I’m supposed to go back at one o’clock and search for them.”
“Good, then Jeff can help,” Lisa said. She
looked at her brother and then said, “Why are you still wearing your suit? I
told you to get it off. You take it off or we will!”
Jeff hadn’t been the least bit shy around me,
but it was obvious that stripping naked in front of girls was something he
wasn’t ready for. He made a dash for the house, only to find the front door
locked. The girls caught him as he tried to get off the porch by going over the
rail. In seconds, he was as naked as I. And just as hard as me too.
“We should tie them both to the porch rails,”
one of the girls I didn’t know said. I saw my younger sister’s eyes light up at
the thought.
“I’m going to untie Matt,” Lisa said. “But if he
or Jeff try to cover up even once then maybe we’ll do just what you said.” Lisa
walked around behind me to undo the wire. Then I felt her hands on my butt. I
jumped as she touched me.
“Why is your butt bright red?” she asked.
I told her, and they wanted to hear everything. So
I told the whole story. When I got to the three girls, Jeff asked, “Did one of
them have black hair? About my age?”
“Yeah,” I said. He frowned.
“That would be Gloria Gardner,” Nancy said. “Jeffy
loves her. And now she’s going to see him naked.”
I saw a look of pure horror on Jeff’s face as
his youngest sister laughed at him.
Once I finished my story, we had lunch, and then
the girls said it was time to return to the beach. They warned both of us that
we could walk with are arms to our sides or they could tie them behind our
back, our choice.
My sisters, Jeff’s sisters, and the four friends
of Jeff’s sisters walked along with us to the beach. The wind had picked up,
causing small breakers to form, and the surfers were making the most of them. I
saw Jeff’s hands move to his groin as he saw that Gloria and the other two
girls were on the beach. But his sister saw it too and ordered him to move them
back to his sides.
Jeff and I spent the next two hours looking for
my shorts before we found them. I pulled the shorts on gave up on my underwear.
“I’ve got them,” I said. “Jeff and I are going
back.”
“Not until you find your underpants,” Lisa said.
“Jeff isn’t going back naked, mom might be home. He can wear your shorts, and
once you find them you can wear the briefs. Unless you’d rather go home naked
and explain why to my mom.”
Jeff started to say something, but Gloria came
over to him and kissed him. Then she reached down and grabbed his dick, making
him rise to his toes. “I’ve always wanted to touch that,” she said as she let
go of him. “The underpants are right about here,”
We dug where she said and found them within
minutes.
“You two go cool off first,” Lisa said. “Leave
your clothes here so they don’t get wet.”
“But, the surfers, they’re still out there,” I
said.
“You don’t have to worry, they won’t do anything
to you. Like I said, it was just a misunderstanding. When they see that you’re
with me they’ll leave you alone,” Lisa said. “Just don’t get in their way.”
And she was right, they started to come over to
us, but the leader saw Lisa and waved to here before calling the other boys
off. We had a good half hour to swim, and in the water my nudity didn’t bother
me. But then it was time to walk out of the water bare naked again, and again
my dick chose to stand tall. I wanted to cover, but my youngest sister was
holding my shorts and Jeff’s youngest sister my briefs. Afraid that the day
might not be over for us if we tried to hide our dicks I just walked up to them.
They giggled and laughed as we approached, and a
quick glance at Jeff showed that he was just as hard as I was. As I got to
where Nancy stood she moved my briefs to behind her back.
“Say please,” she said, so I said it. “Now shake
your butt back and forth.”
Jeff was being put through the same torture by
my sisters, only Lori made him stroke it a few times. Nancy saw that and made
me do the same. Then she turned to Lisa and asked, “Can we make them do it
until they make that stuff we learned about in health class?”
Lisa looked at Cynthia, who smiled while nodding
her head, and then, much to my horror, she said yes. Jeff and I were to jack
off right there on the beach in front of sisters, friends of sisters, and
friends of surfers. Twelve girls, standing there waiting for the show. Even the
two younger surfer boys came over to watch.
“We can let the surfers give you the spanking
you both deserve here on the beach instead of us giving it to you at home,”
Cynthia said as a warning.
“What?” Jeff asked. “You never said anything
about a spanking. My mom won’t let you.”
“Then when we tell mom that you’re still telling
lies about those kids she’ll spank you. Harder and longer than we will,” Lisa
said. “So make up your mind. Do what Nancy and Lori said or get spanked here by
the surfers and again at home by mom,” Lisa said to him.
I had no desire to have the boys spank me so I
began. It was hard with all the eyes on me, but it became slightly easier when
Jeff also started as many of the eyes moved to watch him. After a few minutes I
felt the feeling coming on as my body began to ignore the girls and react to
the stimulation I was giving my dick. When I shot, it was just three bursts
then a few more drops that I squeezed out.
I noticed that Jeff had stopped and watched as I
shot, but then he started again with more attention to his own dick. And he was
rapidly rewarded a few seconds later and shot at least as much pearl jam as I
had.
The girls thought it would be funny to make us
walk most of the way back still naked with our arms behind our heads, but once
we got to the first house on the lane the older girls told us to just walk
normal. “But no covering up,” Cynthia warned us.
When we got within sight of the house we paused
while Sandra ran ahead. She returned a second later and said, “Mom was home,
but she’s gone again,” so Jeff and I had to continue the trip naked. We were
led to the backyard where the tent was.
“My butt still hurts from the beating I got from
the girls on the beach,” I said. “So if you’re so insistent on spanking us, can
you do it tomorrow?”
“Cynthia and I were thinking,” Lisa said, “That
maybe we could punish you a different way, or leave the choice up to you guys. You
can either take the spanking, a hard and long one, tonight, or right after
supper we’ll take all of your clothes and the sheets in the house with us and
you won’t get them until tomorrow morning.”
My butt really did hurt, so when Jeff
immediately chose the second offer I agreed. Jeff’s suit and my shorts were
quickly obtained and as we dressed we heard a car on the gravel driveway.
We came around to the driveway to meet her. “It
appears that your luggage got a better vacation than you did,” she said to me. “It
went to Hawaii. But it is on the way back and they will deliver them tomorrow
evening. You guys weren’t here so I went back out and bought you a new bathing
suit, it’s in the box there on top. I got a matching one for Jeff.”
Lori grabbed the box before I could move and
said, “I’ll put them in Jeff’s room, they won’t need them tonight.”
“Nonsense,” Aunt Becky said. “We all could use a
dip in the ocean tonight. We’ll go right after dinner.”
After dinner Jeff and I went to the tent to
change. After what had happened that day I no longer had any reason not to
change in front of Jeff. However, Aunt Becky must have thought I was the same
size as Jeff because I could only barely get into it. And it was skin tight, so
my dick and balls could be seen. I looked at Jeff and saw that his junk was
also outlined in the fabric.
As soon as they saw us the girls laughed, but
Aunt Becky either didn’t notice or pretended not to notice. For the third time
that day I walked down to the beach but this time I actually had a chance to
enjoy my time there. When we got back home, Lori and Nancy followed us to the
tent.
“We’re here to collect all your clothing,” Nancy
said. “We’ll bring it back in the morning. But mom is going out in the morning,
so we’re going to let you two hang out naked for a while.”
The girls stood right in the front of the tent
watching us with their hands out. We had no choice but to strip and let them
see us naked again. My ears were burning as I struggled to get out of the suit.
I handed it over, along with my shorts and boxers. Jeff did the same. The girls
grabbed the two sheets and took them as well.
“Have a nice night boys,” they said as they ran
off giggling.
It was still light outside, so we had to remain
in the tent with the flaps closed. There wasn’t much to do but talk.
“Want to go for a moon-lite swim?” Jeff asked
after it had been dark for an hour or so.
One day before, I would have said ‘no’ and
probably would have said it rudely. But after what I went through that day I
got up and led him out of the tent. The house was dark, as was the lane. The
swim was good, and I guessed it was close to two A.M. when we got back to the
tent.
We slept until Lori and Nancy woke us. We both
had morning wood and the girls were overjoyed at seeing us again.
“Mom left an hour ago and won’t be back until
lunch, so we get the whole morning to watch you two do your thing again,” my
sister said.
“And it looks like you need to now, so do it
again,” Jeff’s sister said.
They watched as we went to work. It didn’t take
long before we both shot, the jizz landing on our bellies. The girls ran off to
the house laughing.
“Good news,” Cynthia said when we came in the
house. “Mom and dad left this morning and will be here tomorrow morning, just
in time for your birthday.”
That was good news, and other than having to
play with ourselves one last time before Aunt Becky came home, the rest of the
spring break went well. With Lori’s presence we were even able to swim,
although Aunt Becky took our old suits and required us to wear the new ones she
bought.
Jeff tried to argue, but she said, “When I saw
how small and tight they were I was going to let you buy the suit you wanted at
Mitchel’s Clothing. But then Mrs. Wilson called me and told me she saw the two
of you, naked as jaybirds, not only walking home but showing off by walking
with your hands behind your heads with girls all around you. So maybe you’d
rather go like that again.” She looked at me next and said, “And do you want to
tell your mom why you were walking around the island completely naked? If you
want, you can go like that again. Or you can wear the suits I bought you.”
There was no way we were going to go naked
again, so the very revealing suits were what we wore. My mom started to
question it but Aunt Becky told her she had bought them for me and that I
adored them. Put to the test, I took the safe route and told my mom that
wearing them showed my respect for Aunt Becky because she spent her money on me
just so I could go swimming. Aunt Becky smiled, and my mom and dad were proud
of me. What I didn’t know was that I would be wearing that suit at home for
another year until I was too big to put it on, only to be replaced with a
larger one that was just as revealing. But that’s another story for another
time.
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