Peter Sutton 4

By Max Shooter

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Peter Sutton - Chapter 4

Gretchen didn't make any attempt to hide her excitement at having another reason to look at her naked 13-year-old cousin up and down (though mostly just focusing on his penis).

"Oh, I have an idea!" the 11-year-old female cousin enthused as she quickly set the bottle of suntan lotion on the ground and ran back into the house.

In a moment of awkward silence, Peter made another futile attempt to restore some modesty. He picked up the lotion and asked, "Aunt Pam, can I at least put the lotion on my front side, at least the parts that I can see?"

Aunt Pam just huffed and said, "Peter, stop trying to make things so difficult. You didn't see Jenn complaining about you putting lotion on her, even though you tried to make a big production out of it."

Peter was aghast that Aunt Pam tried to equate his dabbing a tiny amount of lotion on Jenn's face, to his completely naked body becoming open territory for his younger female cousin.

Before he could rebut, though, Aunt Pam turned to Jenn and said, "Actually, while we're waiting for Gretchen, Jenn sweetie, why don't you go ahead and get started on Peter? There's a lot of room to cover, so it makes sense for you both to work together."

"Okay!" Jenn shouted, eagerly grabbing the lotion bottle out of Peter's hands.

Peter felt so humiliated. He knew that having his two female cousins work together on his naked body was not going to be a fun experience.

Jenn immediately reached for Peter's balls and cradled them in her left hand while she poured a huge spatter of lotion all over them with her right hand, intentionally pushing his penis out of the way for the time being.

"Jenn, honey..." Aunt Pam said in her motherly voice as she gingerly took the lotion bottle from her 9-year-old daughter. Peter felt a sense of relief thinking Aunt Pam was going to scold Jenn for using too much lotion, just like she did to him.

But to his utter contempt, Aunt Pam continued, "It's really good for you to focus on his balls. They're definitely vulnerable to the sun. But don't forget his penis too." And with that, Aunt Pam set the tip of the lotion bottle right on top of his penis and squeezed a solid glob of lotion directly onto the organ, as though she was pouring ketchup on a small flaccid hot dog.

"I know, mom! I was just starting with his balls," Jenn replied as she began massaging his lotion-covered genitals with both hands.

"Of course, sweetie. I'm sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to remind you that his penis is also extra vulnerable to the sun," Aunt Pam said sweetly. Peter couldn't believe how differently his aunt acted toward Jenn and Gretchen compared to him.

And as anyone who understands teenage boys going through puberty could expect, Peter began having those strong feelings again, as Jenn manipulated his penis and balls with no clue what kind of impact she was having.

"I thought a little bit of suntan lotion goes a long way," Peter said, reminding Aunt Pam of the criticism she had given him just a few minutes earlier.

"Why do you always have to twist my words, Peter?" Aunt Pam said indignantly. "Jenn and Gretchen are out in the sun all the time. When is the last time your penis was out in the sun?" Peter knew he couldn't refute that logic, but he was still intently aware of the manipulations Jenn was making to his once-private parts and wanted to have some reason to make her stop.

"Well, I'm just saying..." As Peter was stammering and worrying about getting another erection, Gretchen re-emerged from the house with a beach towel, running toward her sister who she realized was now fondling Peter.

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the one putting suntan lotion on Peter," Gretchen said with a sense of extreme disappointment.

Aunt Pam piped in, "I'm sorry, Gretchen. We just wanted to make sure Peter started getting protected from the sun. Besides, there is a lot of skin to cover. This is really a two-person job."

"Okay..." Gretchen said, still with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

"I'll tell you what," Aunt Pam said, hating the idea of one of her daughters being disappointed. "We'll just start over. Jenn had really only begun on his penis and balls, and those areas probably need extra protection anyway." Peter hated that he had no say in this conversation.

"Okay!" Gretchen was happy with that resolution. Then, without skipping a beat, she put the beach towel down on the grass and said, "I thought it would be a good idea to have Peter lie down so that I -- I mean we -- can focus on one side at a time."

"That's a great idea, Gretchen!" Aunt Pam remarked. Peter felt completely embarrassed at being treated even more like he was on display for everyone. Apparently Aunt Pam didn't mind turning this into a big production.

"Well go on, Peter. We don't have all day," Aunt Pam admonished. Peter just went with it and lied down on the towel, his face now looking directly at the sun.

Jenn, who had begun to get a little impatient, grabbed the lotion bottle back from Aunt Pam and squeezed it right on top of Peter's crotch yet again, as though she didn't care one bit about covering any other part of his pale white body.

Gretchen stood and watched her sister rub Peter's penis and balls for a good 15 seconds before she said, "Actually, I wanted to start with his back side first." Peter felt like he was seconds away from popping a boner, so for once he actually liked his 11-year-old cousin's suggestion and began turning over.

But Gretchen could tell Jenn was a little disappointed at giving up her penis time, so Gretchen put her hand down on Peter, forcing him back into place, and added, "Well, why don't you go ahead and finish his penis, and then we'll turn him over?"

"And his balls too?" Jenn asked eagerly. She was quickly discovering that Peter's balls were her favorite part of his body.

"Oh yeah, of course," Gretchen said as though it was the most normal request in the world.

Meanwhile, Peter was in a brand new state of panic. The main thing working in his favor was that all the lotion being rubbed around actually reduced the amount of direct friction on his penis and balls, and it was actually kind of an unpleasant feeling.

Nevertheless, his puberty-enhanced hormones had been set into overdrive so they were fighting to produce an erection regardless of how Peter felt. Peter just tried to pretend he was anywhere else, as his young female cousin continued to have a field day with his sacred body parts.

And just as he could feel his penis start going through the motions of erecting, Jenn declared, "Okay, I'm done!" She had gotten a little bored of playing with a flaccid penis, so she was ready to mix things up a bit.

Peter was thrilled at being able to conceal his penis and the thought that it would be immune from touching, so he once again began to turn over, but Gretchen again held him down and asked Jenn, "Are you sure?"

Jenn took the opportunity to grab Peter's penis, move it around a bit, and cup his balls, all of which were helping the unstoppable hormones. Peter could feel his penis growing, but luckily he also heard Jenn say, "Yeah, I'm sure," as she let go.

"Okay, let's turn him around," Gretchen said as she began to grab Peter by the side. Peter assisted her by turning over himself while his now-half-erect penis became squished against the towel. Peter felt more worthless than ever at Gretchen acting like she had to control him. He would have gladly turned over all by himself if she had just asked.

Aunt Pam, who had been watching the whole ordeal, declared, "Well it looks like you girls have the task well at hand. I'm going to go back to the garden."

"Okay mom," Gretchen said as she was unashamedly staring at the back side of Peter's naked body. She paid particular attention to his pale, pert, unblemished butt. Jenn was likewise taking it all in, managing to stop herself from busting out laughing at the ridiculous sight of Peter lying down naked in her backyard with his butt sticking out.

Ironically, Jenn and Gretchen weren't the least bit interested in male anatomy before Aunt Pam began this whole punishment, but now it was all they could think about.

After she was finished gawking, Gretchen grabbed the lotion and began pouring it on Peter's neck, massaging it in and working her way down his back. She relished the realization that she had control over her cousin's entire naked body, so she was taking her time rubbing the lotion in as she explored every inch.

Jenn didn't have the same sense of joy over the rest of Peter's body. It was interesting the difference that two years had. 11-year-old Gretchen had begun developing a sort of lust for Peter's naked body. Though she didn't fully understand what she was feeling, she knew that she loved being able to have access to every naked centimeter of her older cousin.

Nine-year-old Jenn, on the other hand, was simply filled with pure unfiltered childhood curiosity, and only cared about Peter's penis, balls, and butt. She had seen plenty of shirtless and other scantily clad boys at the beach, pools, etc, and she saw Peter as nothing exceptional in that regard. But seeing a boy's "private parts" was new and different, so she was having the time of her life just exploring those areas.

And so, Jenn took the lotion from Gretchen and squirted it directly along Peter's butt crack, giggling as she did so. Although Peter's penis was much more novel and interesting, it was still a fun and new experience to see someone's rear end covered in suntan lotion. It was also the first time she had seen someone else's butt up close and personal, and it was even more interesting since it was a boy.

After she coated his crack, Jenn squirted a very liberal amount on each butt cheek, set the bottle down, and began rubbing both cheeks -- one with each hand.

The more dutiful Gretchen began working around her little sister to get Peter's legs well-coated. Once she was satisfied that the rest of his back was fully protected, Gretchen decided to help Jenn on the more important part.

"Here, why don't you focus on the left side and I'll take the right," Gretchen suggested, referring to Peter's butt cheeks.

All of this female touching and massaging was not helping Peter's raging hormones. Even though no one was touching his penis directly, it continued to grow, especially while the two young girls were going to town on his butt.

Even after the suntan lotion was fully absorbed into his body, Jenn and Gretchen continued grabbing, squeezing, and rubbing every inch of his butt. Neither of them had considered spreading his cheeks apart and looking at the most protected nether region, though. They were content just working on his cheeks and briefly moving their hands up and down his crack.

Aunt Pam brought them back to reality by shouting, "How's it going over there?"

Jenn and Gretchen suddenly realized they were probably spending too much time on Peter's butt, and worried they might get in trouble.

"Oh, good! We were just getting ready to do his front side," Gretchen replied in as innocuous a manner as possible, while beginning to use her small hands to turn Peter over on his other side.

But Peter had his own issues to worry about -- mainly the fact that he now had a fully engorged penis that was about to be exposed as soon as he turned around. He knew there would be a big scene as soon as Aunt Pam saw it, so he was resisting Gretchen's attempts to turn him over.

And like clockwork, Aunt Pam got up from her gardening and resumed her domineering stance over Peter. Peter began shaking at what she was going to say. Of course, Aunt Pam acted as though Peter wasn't even there, addressing only the girls and saying, "Let's make sure his back looks good before you do the front..." With that, she pushed down on Peter's butt to keep him in place, unknowingly making his erect penis suffocate even more.

Aunt Pam gazed at her naked newphew for several seconds before confirming, "Yes, good job girls! It looks like you were really thorough." Gretchen and Jenn beamed with pride. Not only were they not in trouble, they were being commended.

Aunt Pam crouched down and began running her hands down Peter's neck and back. Peter tensed up as she made her way down to his butt. Aunt Pam positioned one hand on each butt cheek and let them rest there for a few seconds before unexpectedly spreading them apart and then staring for several more seconds.

"Did you girls get all the nooks and crannies inside here?" Aunt Pam asked and she tried to squeeze Peter's butt cheeks as far apart as humanly possible.

Peter felt incredibly relieved that he had such a good sense of personal hygiene, so his butt was spotless and free of any kind of skid marks. Nevertheless, he felt an unmistakable sense of invasion of privacy as he could feel his two young female cousins peering into the most guarded and secretive crevices of his entire body.

"No, we didn't do that," Gretchen admitted.

"That's okay. You can do it now," Aunt Pam assured. "I'm guessing his butt is also not out in the sun very much, so this is another area where you need to pay a lot of extra attention."

Aunt Pam was still squeezing Peter's butt cheeks as far apart as possible. With Peter so not used to that feeling, his body involuntarily twitched, causing his butt cheeks to clench.

"Peter!" Aunt Pam exclaimed, lifting her hands off his butt so that she could give each cheeck a quick slap. "Don't clench your butt like that, young man. It's very rude. For heaven's sake, we're just trying to help you here. Unless you want to get sunburned?"

Peter didn't know how to react to being scolded yet again for an involuntary biological reflex. He also couldn't believe that anyone would consider what was being done to him as simply "helping him." But he just let out a meek apology since he now knew better than to try to say something like 'I couldn't help it' or 'it wasn't my fault.'

"Anyway, as I was saying, Gretchen, why don't you pull his butt cheeks apart while Jenn, you reach in and really scrub the lotion all around inside there," Aunt Pam instructed. "Do another couple of coats all over his butt cheeks too. That would really be an unfortunate place to get a sunburn."

As Aunt Pam returned to the nearby garden, both girls happily did as instructed, putting Peter's butt through a complete and unforgiving workout. He felt hands and fingers poking into corners of his body that he himself had never even touched before. After an excruciating amount of time spreading lotion all throughout his inner sanctum, the girls went back to rubbing and massaging every inch of his butt cheeks. Gretchen decided it was fun to squeeze his butt cheeks open and closed, creating a rhythmic sense of friction that was driving Peter's suffocated penis wild.

When Peter tried to reposition himself, Gretchen followed her mom's example and pressed down hard on Peter's butt, forcing him down on the towel and reprimanding, "Stop moving, Peter."

After what seemed like forever, Jenn and Gretchen finally called Aunt Pam over to check their work. Being the responsible adult she was, Aunt Pam gave a thorough inspection, once again pulling Peter's butt cheeks apart as far as possible and getting so close that her nose grazed the edge of his left cheek.

Once again, Peter involuntarily clenched his butt cheeks, causing Aunt Pam to lightly slap his butt. "I don't understand why he has to be so rude about everything," Aunt Pam said to her daughters, once again making Peter feel belittled without even acknowledging him directly.

"Well, I don't want to get too upset. Why don't you turn him over and do the front side? You already did his penis, right? So covering the rest of him should be pretty straightforward. You're almost done. Thank you for being so cooperative during all of this. You girls are so great," Aunt Pam reassured.

But Peter still had a throbbing boner that was going to be guiltily exposed as soon as he turned around. His only goal right now was to prevent that, so he said, "Wait... Uh.. I mean, I almost never go outside with my shirt off either. Maybe they should put another coat on my back too."

"Peter, your back is fine," Aunt Pam scoffed as she struggled to forcibly make Peter turn around.

Panicking, Peter suggested, "Well...umm.... are you sure my butt is okay? You're right; I really don't want to get sunburned there." All that Peter wanted was some reason not to have to turn over right that second.

"Oh for crying out loud, Peter. Do you think your cousins want to rub suntan lotion all over your butt all day? You've already put them through enough. Now let's just get this over with," Aunt Pam sighed.

The truth was that Jenn and Gretchen were in fact having the time of their lives, and they would probably never get bored of rubbing suntan lotion over his butt, but they were also coy enough to play along with their mother's sensibilities.

So Peter, knowing there was no escaping it, just closed his eyes and allowed Aunt Pam to roll him over so his very erect penis was now pointing up to the sky. Jenn and Gretchen gasped, not out of horror but out of delight at seeing their cousin's penis in their preferred state.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, girls," Aunt Pam apologized to Jenn and Gretchen, before turning on her voice of condemnation. "Peter, you get rid of that erection this instant! I thought we had an understanding about this."

Peter didn't know quite what to do. "I'm really sorry, Aunt Pam. I... I just.... I..."

"You still want us to believe that you have no control over sticking your penis out like that? What, are you going to blame my daughters again? Trying to say it only gets hard when they touch it. Well I didn't see them touching it this time!" Aunt Pam was livid.

Peter was still trying to reconcile things himself. He didn't realize that having girls massage his butt and other body parts could also cause his hormones to erupt and force a full-blown erection. Since he barely understood what his body was going through himself, how would he ever explain it to Aunt Pam?

"I'm serious, Peter," Aunt Pam continued to scold. "We played along last night but it's not funny anymore."

Peter was completely and utterly trapped. If only he could make everyone believe that he would absolutely get rid of his erection if he could. He was not doing this just for fun.

"You've got five seconds, young man," Aunt Pam declared. "Five...four..."

Peter would have to pull off a biological miracle to make his erection subside on command like that, so he just braced himself for whatever punishment and tongue lashing his aunt was going to give him.

"Two...one...zero," Aunt Pam finished her countdown, looking at Peter's still-raging boner with complete contempt.

"You know what? If you're doing to act like that, then don't expect any sympathy from us," Aunt Pam said sternly.

"Please, Aunt Pam...I'm sorry..." Peter stuttered. "I really tried...I didn't inten.... I mean...it's wasn't my fa..." He couldn't finish a thought because he knew anything he said would be used against him.

Aunt Pam just ignored his incoherent apology and turned to her precious daughters, saying, "I'm so sorry about Peter, but since he's sticking out his penis like that, there's more skin to cover. He basically just undid all the work you did with the lotion earlier."

Jenn and Gretchen both pretended that they were offput by Peter's behavior, but in reality they couldn't have been more ecstatic.

"You know what? We should just not even bother with it and let him get sunburned there as a punishment. You girls just focus on his face, chest, and legs. Maybe getting sunburned on his penis will finally teach him a lesson," Aunt Pam suggested as she headed back to the garden, making Peter squirm even more than he already had been.

Jenn and Gretchen each visibly frowned at that idea. They wanted to be able to have more approved time touching, grabbing, and rubbing his penis. But again, they had to play along as though they were as offended as Aunt Pam, or they'd risk losing what was left of this amazing opportunity.

So, with a tinge of anger, they began pouring the lotion all over the front side of Peter's body and rubbing it in rather roughly. For two young girls, they weren't really hurting him, but they sure were making the experience uncomfortable.

"I can't believe he's making his penis stick up like that," Jenn said righteously as she rigidly rubbed lotion around Peter's face. She wasn't offended by the erection itself, but by the fact that it meant she didn't get to play with it. She lathered his face with two more coats of the lotion while never taking her eyes off of the throbbing organ. Peter couldn't help but think back to when Aunt Pam lashed out at him for trying to put one more dab of lotion on Jenn's face earlier, but Jenn was smothering his face with complete impunity.

"I know. I can't believe how rude he is. I thought you were supposed to learn manners as you got older," Gretchen matched Jenn's indignation for the same reason -- she hated not being able to touch Peter's penis. Gretchen let her anger come out in the way she forcefully rubbed lotion all around Peter's nipples and pectoral region, causing Peter to inwardly scream in sexual frustration. Of course, it also helped to make his penis twitch and grow even more.

Both girls openly stared as they watched the throbbing penis twitch, as though yearning for someone to reach out and grab it. And thanks to Aunt Pam, they both had an unquenchable desire to do just that.

Jenn couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Mom!"

Peter wasn't sure what Jenn was going to say, but he optimistically hoped she was going to say they were done rubbing in the suntan lotion.

Of course, he couldn't have been more wrong.

"What is it, sweetie? Is Peter misbehaving again?" Aunt Pam bellowed as she made her way back.

"Well, no, but... I just really don't want him to get sunburned on his penis," Jenn said rationally, though she definitely had ulterior motives.

"Yeah, me either," Gretchen noticed what Jenn was doing and jumped in on the opportunity.

"I know he's been rude, but he's still our cousin and I don't want to be mean to him," Jenn said, seemingly sweet and innocent on the outside but conniving on the inside. "I really don't mind starting over with putting suntan lotion on his penis."

"Same here, mom," Gretchen offered.

"Awwwww, girls! You're so sweet. I must have done something right in raising you," Aunt Pam said with genuine sincerity. "Are you sure? You've really done enough already."

"Yeah, we're sure," the girls said in saccharin unison.

Aunt Pam saw her daughters as perfect angels now more than ever. "After everything Peter has put you through... Peter, what do you say to that?"

Peter was mortified. How did letting his young female cousins rub and tease his penis mercilessly somehow equate to them being worthy of praise and commendation?

"No, really, that's not necessary. I do deserve to get sunburned on my penis. You're right, Aunt Pam. Maybe that will teach me a lesson," Peter tried to appeal to Aunt Pam's penchant for punishment.

But Peter forgot that what Aunt Pam really hated was when someone disagreed with her.

"Peter Sutton, I can't even believe you right now," Aunt Pam bemoaned. "Is that really how you were taught to respond to someone going out of their way to help you? Yes, you do deserve to get sunburned on your penis, but Jenn and Gretchen are willing to overlook everything you've done to them because they are sweet and want to give you a second chance. The correct thing to say to them is 'thank you.'"

Knowing he had no other choice, Peter gulped and somehow managed to meekly mutter, "Thank you."

"That's better," Aunt Pam said tersely, before putting her sweet mom persona back on and turning to Jenn and Gretchen. "Now remember girls, he's insisting on giving you a lot of extra skin to cover. You can stop whenever you want, but if you really want to make sure he's protected, it will probably take a few coatings."

"Should I do his balls again too, mom?" Jenn asked eagerly.

"Only if it wouldn't be too much trouble, sweetie. With his penis sticking out like that, his balls are a little more directly exposed to the sun," Aunt Pam replied calmly.

Jenn was ecstatic. She took the bottle of lotion, held it upside down right above Peter's pointing penis, and squeezed it, allowing a constant stream of lotion to fall right onto the head of his penis, dribbling down as it coated the shaft and finally onto his balls.

Jenn made no bones about pouring a separate glob directly onto his balls, and then cradling and massaging them under the guise of rubbing in the suntan lotion. Gretchen, meanwhile, took her right hand and began stroking the shaft to get the lotion worked into his penis.

To anyone else, it would have looked ridiculous -- with Jenn working on his balls and Gretchen stroking his penis, it looked like they were intentionally masturbating him. But neither girl knew that concept, and Aunt Pam was so removed from any understanding of sexual pleasure that she didn't give it a second thought either. She genuinely just looked at the sight as her two innocent daughters helping to protect a couple of Peter's normal and ordinary body parts from sunburn.

As the lotion began being absorbed into his skin and the female touching became direct skin-to-skin contact, Peter began lightly moaning. He could feel the churning, aided immensely by Jenn's merciless manipulation of his balls.

He knew he was going to erupt at any moment, but Aunt Pam brought him back down to earth by reminding the girls, "Remember to do another coat or two. If you want. It's up to you."

"Oh yeah," Gretchen said, eyeing the bottle of lotion on the ground but not wanting to give up the rhythm she had developed with Peter's penis.

So, helpful Aunt Pam just picked up the bottle herself and liberally squeezed another layer of lotion on Peter's balls while Jenn was still massaging them. Some of the lotion fell right onto Jenn's hands, but she just worked it right into Peter's balls without hesitation. Aunt Pam then began to position the bottle above Peter's penis.

But Peter knew exactly what was about to happen. All of the female fondling was having the exact impact that it should on a hormonal teenage boy, and he knew the moment of no return was imminent.

He exclaimed, "Actually, I think I'm covered pretty well. Thanks, Jenn and Gretchen." He then tried to squirm around so he could break free from their grasps, but it was pointless because all of his energy had been diverted to his penis, and even when he tried to struggle, the extra pressure Jenn and Gretchen put on his penis and balls made it too uncomfortable to continue trying.

This display caused Aunt Pam to be even more upset. "Peter! I've had it up to here with you trying to act as the victim. For crying out loud, we're doing this as a favor to you. Hopefully when you wake up tomorrow without a sunburn, you'll learn to thank Jenn and Gretchen."

Both girls inwardly chuckled as they continued their ministrations on Peter's genitals. Peter was reeling from Aunt Pam's assertion that he should be thanking anyone for this ridiculous treatment. Aunt Pam, meanwhile, turned to Gretchen and said, "Gretchen, honey, would you mind just holding his penis in place for a while so I can pour a new coat of lotion?"

Gretchen grabbed the base of the shaft and squeezed her hand to ensure his penis was pointing directly up to the sky. That extra bit of friction, combined with Jenn's continued ball-massaging, was just what Peter's selfish hormones needed.

"Can you please just stop? I'm going to..." Peter said futilely, not able to form a more complete thought.

"You're going to what, Peter?" Aunt Pam asked impatiently. "I swear, you're acting like a baby. For heaven's sake, it's suntan lotion. Stop making such a big deal out of everything."

"No, you don't understand. If you don't stop, I'm going to.... 'spit,'" Peter was trying to warn them but it came off sounding more like a threat.

"Peter, if you would just sit still and stop complaining, we're almost finished. If you 'spit' in my backyard, you are going to be sorry," Aunt Pam said seriously as she began to drizzle more of the lotion on top of his raging, pulsating boner.

Precum began dribbling out of Peter's penis, but it blended into the suntan lotion and Gretchen ended up just rubbing it into his penis. She continued her usual stroking with renewed vigor, still completely naive and unaware of the overwhelming sensations she was causing Peter to have.

But it didn't matter if she understood the biology of it or not. Her ministrations were all that Peter's greedy pubescent hormones needed, and before Peter could even respond to Aunt Pam's comments, without any outward warning, his mercilessly teased and tormented boner erupted. A big stream of his teenage essense shot out uncontrollably.

"Peter!! What did I just say??" Aunt Pam exclaimed, dropping the lotion bottle in disbelief. Gretchen and Jenn likewise had immediate reflexes and pulled their hands away from his penis and balls as they just watched in astonishment.

Peter felt an extreme sense of frustration since Jenn and Gretchen's hands were not there to truly finish the job, leaving him both incredibly ashamed but also completely unsatisfied. He had to resist every urge in his being not to grab his penis himself to get the full sense of relief.

As a couple smaller stream shot out, though not nearly enough to give Peter full relief, Aunt Pam shouted, "Peter, stop 'spitting' this instant!!"

But of course this was another biological impossiblity, so Peter just lied down in complete and utter frustration, muttering the words, "I can't just stop it like that. It's almost done."

"Peter, stop pretending like you have no control over anything. My goodness, what has gotten into you?" Aunt Pam fumed.

Because he didn't get the full release he was expecting, the spitting did come to an end, but Peter still had an erection since it was only a partial orgasm.

Once he was somewhat back to reality, Peter began his usual apologizing. "I'm sorry! I just... I tried to warn you that I was going to... 'spit'... but you..."

"And I explicitly told you not to, young man!" Aunt Pam said, enraged.

"Jenn, Gretchen, I am so sorry," Aunt Pam turned to her daughters, who were both secretly delighted at seeing Peter tormented yet again. "You were being so sweet, and this is the thanks you get."

"Look at this mess you've made, Peter," Aunt Pam bemoaned as she looked at the white liquid around Peter's stomach and crotch. Not wanting to give Peter the satisfaction of cleaning him up with the towel or anything else dignified, Aunt Pam just scooped up the sticky substance with her hands and rubbed it into the shaft of Peter's penis as best she could, making sounds of disgust the whole time.

"Let's just finish with the suntan lotion and then decide how to deal with this," Aunt Pam suggested, picking up the now-nearly-empty bottle of lotion.

In her anger, Aunt Pam poured the entire remainder of the bottle right on top of Peter's confused and frustrated boner. Gretchen and Jenn happily resumed their positions - Jenn playing with (aka "rubbing the suntan lotion into") Peter's balls, and Gretchen stroking his lotion-covered penis up and down.

Since Peter's balls didn't fully drain during the orgasm, it didn't take much effort for the churning to resume. And before he knew it, his exhausted penis was once again throbbing at its fullest size. Peter was beyond terrified at the thought of 'spitting' again so quickly.

Somehow, though, he managed to survive for what seemed like forever, before Aunt Pam finally said, "Okay, girls. I think he's well protected now."

But neither girl wanted to let go of his genitals. They continued their ministrations even though every last trace of lotion had been absorbed into his body.

Of course, Aunt Pam didn't seem to mind that at all and instead turned her attention to criticizing Peter. "I swear, Peter, I have never seen anyone put up such a fuss over putting on suntan lotion!"

"Now what do you have to say for yourself?" Aunt Pam demanded. Peter was barely paying attention as his cousins were still going to town, pushing his hormones into overdrive and unknowingly edging him to climax yet again. Nevertheless, he knew the words Aunt Pam wanted to hear and he managed to exert a forced "I'm sorry."

"Don't just say it to me," Aunt Pam reprimanded.

Peter attempted to squirm out of his cousins' grasp so that he could give them a proper apology, but when he did, Jenn lightly pinched one of his balls, causing him to unexpectedly yelp in pain.

"Oh, for crying out loud, Peter," Aunt Pam admonished, thinking this was just Peter trying to play the pretend victim card again.

"Jenn pinched my balls," Peter said, completely unused to the painful sensation. But with Jenn having resumed her careful caressing, and Gretchen still stroking his penis, it did nothing to ease the gusher of hormones that were quickly taking over.

"I did not," Jenn replied, honestly slightly unaware of what she had done.

"I know, sweetie," Aunt Pam reassured her unconditionally. "Peter is just being rude as per usual. Now Peter, you were in the middle of an apology?"

Peter was livid on the inside, but knew there was nothing he could say or do, so he relented, "I'm sorry, Jenn and Gretchen. Thank you for putting suntan lotion on me. Can I get up now?"

"That's much better, Peter. I hope you meant that," Aunt Pam said. "Girls, why don't you let him get up?"

Sensing that her daughters didn't want to give up their positions, Aunt Pam assured them, "Don't worry. You can still explore his penis and balls as much as you need to. He's certainly giving you plenty of reasons to be confused and curious about them. Just let him stand up for now."

Peter was miffed that he, yet again, was being talked about as if he wasn't even there. But he was glad that Jenn and Gretchen temporarily let go of his genitals and he was able to stand up again, even though his eager penis was still very much desperate for release.

Of course, he only got a very temporary reprieve. Once he was on his feet, Gretchen greedily reached out and put a death grip on his boner yet again. "Want to feel his balls again?" Gretchen asked her younger sister, lifting Peter's penis so that Jenn had better access.

"Okay!" Jenn shouted as she familiarly cupped his testicles.

Aunt Pam beamed at them, saying, "I'm so glad to see you girls getting over your fear and confusion of Peter's body parts, in spite of what he's put you through. Try not to pay attention to any of the rude things he's done, and just remember his penis is nothing special."

Gretchen was alarmed at her mom's suggestion that they were no longer confused by Peter's penis. She worried that might mean that Peter would get to put his clothes back on.

"I don't know; it's still pretty confusing," Gretchen said, shaking Peter's penis in every direction as though she was thoroughly examining it. "I mean, considering he just 'spit' again."

"Yeah, and I'm really confused about why he wants to keep it pointing out like this all the time," Jenn added, not taking her gaze away from Peter's balls.

Aunt Pam sighed. She was really hoping her girls wouldn't have so much lingering confusion.

"Well, I can't say I blame you," Aunt Pam said. "Peter has been going out of his way to make you as confused as possible."

Peter hated the suggestion that he was intentionally trying to confuse his young female cousins. After all, he had just begun going through puberty and he was still confused about everything himself. But one thing he knew for sure is that this was a completely ridiculous and unfair situation.

"Well, you girls can do whatever you want now that everyone's got suntan lotion on," Aunt Pam explained, returning to her gardening. Peter couldn't help but feel like the girls had been doing whatever they wanted the whole day, but whatever.

"I know! Let's play tag!" Jenn exclaimed, finally letting go of Peter's balls. Gretchen, however, still had her famous penis death grip and didn't appear to want to let go.

"And every time we tag Peter, he has to stand still for five seconds so we can touch his penis and balls," Jenn added. This sounded like the worst version of tag Peter had ever heard of.

But Gretchen loved the idea, giving her a new and novel way to interact with Peter's penis. She gave it a few more strokes and squeezes, almost forcing a little bit of precum to come out, before finally letting go and saying, "Okay! Who's 'it' first?"

Jenn gave Peter's butt a quick slap and shouted, "Peter is!"

Peter just stood there motionless, not having the least bit of interest in playing tag, and only focusing on the fact that for the first time in what seemed like forever, his penis was not currently being fondled.

But that just caused Jenn to become frustrated, so she re-emphasized her previous 'tag' by slapping his butt a few more times. "Earth to Peter. Tag -- you're it," she said. She began outright squeezing his butt cheeks until he responded.

"I don't really want to play this game," Peter finally said.

"Mommmmm!" Jenn pouted. "Peter's being mean again."

"What is it this time, sweetie?" Aunt Pam asked.

"He's not playing tag with us," Jenn explained.

"Peter, stop being such a brat and just play with your cousins for crying out loud," Aunt Pam exclaimed.

"But they're trying to make everything about touching my penis and butt. Can't we just play a normal game?" Peter defended himself.

"Oh please, Peter! I've had it with your twisting the situation to make it look like you're the victim here," Aunt Pam barked back. "If there's anyone who's trying to make everything all about your penis, it's you. Just play tag with your cousins and stop making such a fuss about everything. For heaven's sake..."

With a huge sigh of frustration, Peter relented. "Alright; let's play tag," he said without an ounce of enthusiasm in his voice.

But Jenn and Gretchen didn't really care how he felt. "Okay!" Jenn shouted. "Starting over. Tag, you're it," she declared, once again slapping Peter on the butt.

Gretchen started defensively running away while Jenn grabbed hold of Peter's erection in one hand and his balls in the other. "Remember, you have to freeze for five seconds," she reminded him of the rules.

Peter glanced over at Aunt Pam as if to show her that it was in fact Jenn and Gretchen who were making this game all about his penis, but of course Aunt Pam was too focused on her garden to pay attention.

After four seconds, Jenn let go and began running away. "Okay, your five seconds is up," she shouted.

Of course, it didn't take long for athletic Peter to catch up and he quickly tagged Gretchen. And the game of tag got underway, with Jenn and Gretchen masterfully cornering the backyard so that they could trap and tag Peter as much as possible.

Every single time one of them tagged him, it was either by slapping his butt or even hitting his penis directly, depending on which way he was facing, followed by the mandated rule of grabbing, stroking, and/or rubbing his penis. Even though it wasn't their intention, their rule worked like a charm to ensure his penis remained fully erect. It got to the point where every time they grabbed his penis for 4-5 seconds, they unknowingly edged him to orgasm before letting go, keeping him in a prolonged state of extreme sexual frenzy.

Peter wasn't specifically keeping track, but he couldn't think of a single time where Jenn or Gretchen tagged him on anything other than one of his 'private' parts. It was beyond intentional.

Acting as a complete saint, though, Peter still managed to be on the best behavior possible. He didn't argue about anything and he was only tagging Jenn and Gretchen by lightly hitting them on the back, shoulder, etc. That is, until one time when he tripped on the ground and accidentally barely grazed his hand again Jenn's butt as he fell down face-first on the ground. It was only for a second and Peter quickly apologized as he got back up.

Nevertheless...

"Mommmmmm!!" Jenn shouted. Peter knew he was going to be in trouble.

(The End)