Peter Sutton 1

By Max Shooter

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Peter Sutton

Peter Sutton was your average 13-year-old. He loved sports, was liked at school by classmates and teachers alike, and was fairly well-behaved. Like any young teenager, he would occasionally get in trouble, did not really like doing chores, and fought with his younger sister. The thing he most valued at home was his privacy. He would lock himself in his room for hours on end. He was the first one to wake up in the morning so he could take a shower undisturbed, and he would take a fresh set of clothes with him into the bathroom so that he never had to walk around in a towel, on the off chance someone might see him.

It was during the summer vacation between 8th and 9th grade that Peter's dad got a big promotion at work, and was awarded with an all-expenses-paid two-week cruise for him and two other people. That meant that his mom and dad had to choose between taking him and his sister Lucy. Peter eagerly suggested that Lucy go, thinking that would mean that he'd be all alone in the house for two weeks. He cherished the idea.

But alas, he was not able to convince his parents to let him stay home alone for that long. Instead, they decided to drop him off with his Aunt Pam and his two cousins -- 11-year-old Gretchen and 9-year-old Jenn. It had been several years since they last saw each other so it was basically like going to a stranger's house.

Aunt Pam was 50 years old. She met her late husband at 37 after a wildly successful career which allowed her to retire handsomely and never worry about work again. With her biological clock ticking, she got married in a whirlwind relationship; it was the first time she ever had any kind of connection with a man. Throughout school, nearly everyone assumed she just swung the other way. The reality is that she was basically asexual, never really finding physical attraction to anyone. Although she found love in her husband, they did not have a very intimate relationship. They wanted a family so they did have sex, but neither of them made it a big part of their marriage. As a result, Pam learned very little about sexual matters and never really had any desire to. Sadly, her husband passed away five years into their marriage, when their two daughters were just 3 and 1. As a result, they are Pam's entire world and the only real legacy of the only man she ever loved. Nothing gets between her and the safety and innocence of those girls.

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When Peter arrived at his aunt's house, things started off pretty well. Aunt Pam had an extra bedroom so he was still going to have a good level of privacy for the next two weeks. And for dinner, Aunt Pam prepared sloppy joes. She knew it was one of Peter's favorites.

"Thanks, Aunt Pam!" Peter grabbed the sandwich and started devouring it. Being a typical teenager, he wasn't very careful, and quickly made the sloppy joe live up to its name. A glob of it spilled right onto his clean white t-shirt.

Wanting to avoid any attention to his sloppy eating, he quickly grabbed a napkin and started dabbing at the stain.

"Don't worry about it, Peter. Just take your shirt off and I'll add it to the laundry," Pam said nonchalantly. Gretchen and Jenn stopped eating and locked their eyes on their older cousin, each instantly wondering what he looked like without his shirt.

Peter was mortified. He hated the idea of anyone seeing him with his shirt off, much less his aunt and two younger girls!

"Oh no, I don't want to be any trouble," Peter replied, trying to think of a way to decline Pam's suggestion. "I'll wash it myself later and I promise I won't spill on it again."

"Suit yourself," Pam said. Peter breathed a sigh of relief but he was still kind of nervous that his aunt was so quick to suggest something like that. He started wondering if his cousins also had the same easygoing attitude about clothes, and whether or not he might see them in a state of undress.

Riddled with teenage hormones, that idea quickly caused something to stir inside of him.

Peter was so lost in thought that he wasn't even focusing on his sandwich, and to his horror another bit of sloppy joe fell on his shirt.

Aunt Pam just sighed. "You boys really are sloppy eaters, aren't you?" Gretchen and Jenn chuckled. Peter felt so embarrassed.

"Here, just let me take your shirt before you spill any more on it." With that, Pam got up from the table and stood behind Peter, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

"No, Aunt Pam! I promise. I won't spill it again," Peter pleaded.

"You just said that young man. Now get this off before you get even more food on it."

Peter relented. He respected adult authority and did not want to fight back. A few agonizing seconds later, Peter was sitting at the dinner table completely shirtless.

At this point, Peter just wanted to finish his dinner and hide in his room for the rest of the night. Of course, in his haste, he yet again dropped a tiny amount of sloppy joe; this time it fell onto his jeans. He was angry at himself, and absolutely mortified at what Aunt Pam would say.

He prayed that she didn't see the latest infraction, but alas, she just shook her head and said, "Get up, young man."

Peter couldn't say anything. It was his fault after all. He was sure that Aunt Pam would just tell him to go to his room or something. Instead, she grabbed his leg, right where the sloppy joe landed. "Oh, Peter. What am I gonna do with you? Come on, let's get these jeans off too."

Peter froze. He couldn't possibly be seen around everyone in just his boxers!

"Uhh... actually, I think I'm full. If I can just be excused, I'll go to my room and put on some new clothes."

"You are not excused, buster. And you're not going to change your clothes. I'm not going to spend the next two weeks doing laundry over and over again."

Sensing that Peter was genuinely scared, Aunt Pam reassured him, "Don't worry. You can put on new clothes tomorrow and everything will be back to normal."

That assurance was enough for Peter to accept responsibility for spilling his sloppy joe, and he reluctantly took off his jeans, handing them over to Aunt Pam. Pam grabbed his shirt from the counter, along with his jeans, and disappeared down the hallway.

Peter did not dare make eye contact with his cousins. The only thing he could think was how relieved he was that he stopped wearing briefs and started wearing boxers that year. He was actually kind of proud of them; they made him feel grown up.

When she came back, Aunt Pam joked, looking right at his dark blue gingham cotton boxers, "Now you had better really be careful. You don't want those coming off too, do you?" Peter didn't think that was funny at all but managed to exert a forced chuckle.

Gretchen and Jenn had the exact opposite reaction. They were now dying to see what their older cousin looked like completely naked. They watched with baited breath as he finished his sandwich, nearly forgetting to eat their own food. To their dismay, though, Peter managed to finish his dinner without spilling another drop.

"May I be excused now, Aunt Pam?" Peter asked, eager to put this ordeal behind him.

"Yes, you many," Pam responded. "But I'd also like you to do the dishes for talking back to me earlier." Peter knew not to argue.

As he put took his plate into the kitchen and began to wash it off, Gretchen had a devious idea. "May I be excused too, mom?" she asked.

"Of course, dear. Give your plate to Peter." Gretchen walked into the kitchen, looking straight at her older cousin from behind, naked except for his boxers. She watched as his butt swayed back and forth while he was washing all the plates and silverware from throughout the day.

Out of nothing more than pure childhood curiosity, she was dying of wonder, wondering what he would look like standing there without his boxers. She mustered up the courage to put her plan into action.

"Hey Peter, here's my plate," she said, in an effort to get him to turn around. "Just put it in the sink," Peter said with an unintentionally sharp tone. He was self-conscious enough. He didn't want to have to face his 11-year-old cousin face-to-face.

"Peter, don't be rude," Aunt Pam chided, able to hear but not see what was going on in the kitchen. "Just grab the plate from her."

Peter just hated how he was the centre of attention, so he quickly turned around and started to grab the plate. As soon as he turned around, Gretchen pretended to slip and shoved the leftovers of her sloppy joe right into the front of Peter's boxers.

The last thing Peter wanted to do was make a big deal out of it, so he just grabbed the plate, turned around, and tried to clean it as quickly as possible. "Thanks," he mustered.

'Just a couple more dishes to go,' he thought to himself. But of course, Gretchen had other plans.

"Mom! Peter spilled sloppy joe on himself again!" Gretchen shouted. She could barely contain her excitement as she waited to see what would happen.

Peter was mortified, and more than a little angry at Gretchen. But again he was too afraid to say anything and hoped that Aunt Pam would just let him go to his room. Before he could even finish his thought, though, his aunt was in the kitchen standing right behind him. "Let's see," she said as she grabbed him and turned him around.

And there it was -- a big smear of ground beef right around the outline of his penis. "Seriously, Peter?" Aunt Pam was getting tired of this. Gretchen eagerly took in the moment to stare right at her cousin's naked abs, legs, and the mysterious shape still being concealed by his boxers.

"It wasn't my fault. Gretchen spilled it one me."

Before Gretchen could even try to prevent the blame being put on her, Aunt Pam readily came to her defence. "Now, now, let's not play the blame game. The fact is your underwear is dirty and needs to be added to the laundry now." She stood there as if the next course of action was self-explanatory.

Peter was paralyzed with fear to do anything.

"Well, go on then. Take them off so I can add it to your shirt and jeans." This had gone too far. Peter was never going to let that happen.

"You're not really asking me to take off my boxers, are you?" At this point Peter was incredulous.

"Yes I am. Now you're the one who got yourself into this mess."

"But I didn't. Gretchen spilled it on me."

Aunt Pam let out a big sigh. "You need to learn some manners, young man, and not try to blame everything on someone else." With that, she slid her hands into the waistband of Peter's boxers.

Peter was still in panic mode and willing to say anything to get out of the situation. "Please, Aunt Pam, I'm sorry. I just don't want to take off my boxers here."

Pam was tough when necessary, but also fair. Because Peter accepted responsibility, she decided to give him some leeway. "Alright, young man. Why don't you just finish the dishes, then you can go to your room, and you can give me your underwear later?"

"Okay, that sounds good." Peter let out a huge sigh of relief. He wasn't going to have to be naked in front of his cousins. He could just slip out of his boxers in the comfort of his own room, and then discretely give them to Aunt Pam later. He started thinking of the best way to do it so that even Aunt Pam wouldn't see him naked.

Unfortunately for Peter, Gretchen wasn't so happy about her mom's idea, so she had to come up with a quick alternative.

"Mom, I'm sorry that Peter thinks this was my fault. Would it help if I offered to wash his underwear? I'll even wash it by hand to be sure I get the stain out."

Aunt Pam, completely clueless to Gretchen's ulterior motive, commended her. "That's so sweet, Gretchen. You know that it's not your fault, but that is a very sweet gesture, isn't it Peter?"

"I don't think they're stained," he said, pausing to look down at his boxers. He definitely wasn't crazy about the idea of his younger cousin handling them. "You can probably just throw them into the washing machine with the rest of the clothes."

"Now Peter, that is not the way you respond to someone who is willing to do a favor for you. Apologize to Gretchen."

Peter was a bit taken aback from that response. "No, I was just saying..."

"That doesn't sound like an apology to me, mister."

"I'm sorry..." he said, trying his best to hide his contempt for this unfair situation.

"That's better," Aunt Pam said. "So why don't you go ahead and take off your underwear for Gretchen to wash?"

"But you said I didn't have to take them off here," Peter countered. He also hated that Aunt Pam and Gretchen kept calling it "underwear." That's what you call little kid briefs. He was wearing "boxers," which is what grown up young adults wear. He was kind of crushed that they didn't recognize the difference.

"That was before you started being rude," Aunt Pam retorted, beginning to place her hands on the waistband of his boxers again. "Now Gretchen has very graciously offered to wash these for you, which means less laundry for me." Peter was resisting as much as he could, making Aunt Pam visibly upset as she tried to pull off his only remaining form of dignity. Though she managed to hide a giant smile, Gretchen was beyond excited that her plan was actually working and was eagerly enjoying this experience.

Sensing another opportunity to look innocent while having a different motive in mind, she piped in, "It's okay, mom. If he's shy, I can just wash them while he's wearing them."

Aunt Pam stopped fiddling with his boxers and exclaimed, "Okay, Gretchen. If that's what he insists, I guess that solves everyone's problem, doesn't it?"

"See how much your cousin cares about you? Now what do you say to Gretchen?"

Peter was mortified. Somehow he was about to give his female cousin, who was two years younger than him, free access to his private parts, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. The thought started to fill his hormone-filled body with feelings he had never experienced before. His penis started to rise.

"Young man. You just got what you asked for. Your cousin is going to wash your underwear even though you got yourself in this position, and you don't even have to take them off." Aunt Pam genuinely didn't understand why Peter was acting so distraught.

Again, Peter just wanted this to be over. "Thanks, Gretchen," he muttered.

"That's better," Aunt Pam said, reaching for a washcloth and soap. "Here you go, Gretchen. I'll be right back."

Gretchen could no longer hide her excitement. She began beaming from ear to ear as she wet the washcloth and honed in on her subject. She stared straight at the increasingly growing flesh hidden inside her cousin's only remaining piece of clothing.

She started dabbing the washcloth around the bits and pieces of sloppy joe. Truth be told, the mess was cleaned within a couple seconds. But Gretchen wasn't sure she'd ever get this chance again, so she was determined to satisfy her curiosity.

"I think I missed a spot," she said, as she began grabbing the cloth of Peter's boxers, narrowly missing his now fully erect penis. Then, after taking a deep breath, she went for it. With the washcloth in her hand, feeling through the boxers, she took hold of Peter's engorged penis and squeezed.

She knew boys were different than girls down there, but she was clueless about the details. Out of genuine curiosity, she asked, "What's that in your underwear?"

Peter was just about to die from embarrassment when he heard Aunt Pam shout, "Jenn, can you go in the kitchen and help your sister? Make sure Peter's underwear is nice and clean."

Jenn, secretly jealous that she was missing all of the fun, bolted into the kitchen and chuckled as soon as she saw her cousin, usually so filled with pride and masculinity, in such a compromising position.

"With the way you eat, maybe you should just stay like this all the time," she chided. Gretchen couldn't have agreed more. "Yeah," she added, hoping he might actually think of it as a good idea. She couldn't tell just how much Peter was dreading this whole experience.

"Haha, very funny," was all that Peter managed to say.

Gretchen was eager to point out her discovery. "Look, sis, he's got something in his underwear."

The nine-year-old Jenn was equally curious. "What is it? It looks so silly." The younger cousin wandered right in front and crouched down to examine the mysterious item more closely. She reached out unabashedly and gave it a good squeeze.

"Why are you hiding it? Is it a surprise?" She looked over at Gretchen for a hint but she was just as clueless. "If we guess what it is, do we get to keep it?"

"No, uh, it's mine," Peter stammered, wanting desperately for them to lose interest. "I, uh, look, I think my boxers are clean now. I'm just gonna head to my room and..." Peter wanted to walk away, but Jenn still had a death grip on his rock hard boner through his boxers.

"No, no, I'm still guessing," Jenn complained, as she began slowly circling his penis and grabbing it from every angle. "It's such a weird shape," she commented. "Is it some kind of food? It's really hard."

Gretchen was beside herself, relishing every minute of her cousin's predicament. Although she had some sense of the difference in biology between boys and girls, she could tell her little sister was much more innocent and had no sense of needing to respect someone else's modesty.

"Gretchen, can you figure out what it is?" Her sister didn't need to be asked twice. She rushed right in front of her cousin and began grabbing and pulling on Peter's clothed hard-on in every way possible. "I don't know; it feels like some kind of toy or a tiny action figure." Peter grimaced at the word "tiny." Everything was happening so fast, he had no clue what to say or do.

"Okay, I give up," Jenn conceded. "What is it?" before she could even finish asking, she began to peel back Peter's cotton boxers and take a peek. Peter quickly grabbed her hands to push them away, and at just that moment, Aunt Pam walked in.

Of course, Aunt Pam had no idea what had transpired and only saw a teenage boy with a raging boner about to bust through the seams of his increasingly tight underwear, grabbing the hands of her innocent daughter.

"What is going on in here??" She demanded with a tone that neither her daughters nor Peter had ever heard before.

"He's making us guess what he has hidden in his underwear," Jenn called back, still thinking it was some kind of game.

Aunt Pam was genuinely horrified, thinking that her nephew was luring her sweet and perfectly innocent daughters into some kind of perverted game.

Peter was trembling at the way Jenn described what was happening, knowing how bad it must sound to an adult. "No, no, it's..."

"Young man, come here this instant," Aunt Pam said in a very stern voice. "Gretchen, Jenn, go to your rooms." Before they could even start feeling guilty, Aunt Pam reassured them in a calming voice, "You're not in trouble. I just want to deal with Peter alone for a minute." They knew they were off the hook, but both were devastated that their fun time was over. Gretchen, especially, was angry at herself for not taking the risk and peeking under her cousin's boxers. Now who knows when she'll get to see what a naked boy looks like?

Peter mentally started to piece together his defence. It was Aunt Pam's fault for making him strip nearly naked, Gretchen threw her sloppy joe on him, Gretchen was the one who grabbed his penis while pretending to wash his boxers. This was clearly not his fault.

But before he could speak, Aunt Pam started lashing out. "What were you thinking, Peter? Huh? Was this some kind of game to you? Spilling sloppy joe all over yourself so you'd be forced to take off your clothes? Then insisting that Gretchen wash your underwear while you were still wearing them? And then this game where, what, you show off your private parts? In front of a couple little girls? Jenn is only nine years old, Peter! I can't believe you would do something like this."

Peter had to say something quickly to prove that she was twisting the situation way out of context. "But you were the one who made me take my clothes off. I didn't even..." was the first thing he could think of.

"Don't you dare try to blame this on me. You clearly had a plan and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker."

Peter couldn't believe the direction this was heading. He had to come up with another line of defense. "But, Gretchen was the one who started touching me! I was just trying to..."

"Peter, you had better stop talking before I get really mad. Gretchen is 11 and Jenn is 9. They are innocent little girls!" Aunt Pam had to pause to regain her composure. "Stop trying to tell me that they care about your private parts. I know at your age you think the world revolves around them, but..."

At this point, Aunt Pam was trying to hold back tears, fearing that her daughters had been permanently scarred. "This is the kind of thing that puts girls into therapy for the rest of their lives."

Peter's erection had completely subsided by this point. He knew if Aunt Pam just heard the truth, she wouldn't be as freaked out. "Aunt Pam, I didn't do anything." He was so flustered, he didn't even have the ability to speak rationally. Everything he said just came across so terse and matter-of-fact, making things even worse.

"Just stop it. Peter, you need to understand how serious this is, and if you don't stop trying to make excuses... I don't even know what I'll do." Aunt Pam let out a huge sigh, unsure how to proceed.

"Thanks to you, my daughters are going to grow up having all kinds of misconceived notions of boys, of ... so many things." Peter decided to just stay quiet and let Aunt Pam calm down. He knew Gretchen and Jenn would back him up later, and everything would be okay.

But Aunt Pam's mind was brewing. She was beginning to come up with an idea for how to remove the stigma about male bodies that Peter had thrust upon them.

After several moments of silence, Peter dared to pipe up again. "If you would just talk to Gretchen and Jenn..."

Hearing again that Peter wanted to put the blame on her two perfect daughters, Aunt Pam now had no reservations about moving forward with her plan. "Yes, I think I will do that right now," she said.

"Okay," Peter sighed. "I'll just go to my room while..."

"Your room? No, you'll stay right here," Aunt Pam scoffed. "Gretchen, Jenn, can you come back out here?" She shouted.

(The End)