My Name Is Chris Chapter 1
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 1

Grandma had to take care of Mom during her last months. This made it necessary for us to be farmed out to our Aunt Emily's for a whole summer. She and Uncle James had divorced a year earlier and there was no man in the house. She had two daughters Karen and Carol. Karen was a year Kenny's junior, which made her eleven and Carol was my age. She was seven.

Aunt Emily was a rather stern lady, at least to us. I think she hated boys. It may have been her anger at Uncle James or maybe she resented not having sons. Who knows? Anyway, for a woman, she was no stranger to wielding a strap and could make her point plain if we were out of line. Boys got the belt, but the girls got 'a good talking to'. Guess we needed more attention getters than girls did, but, whatever, that was the way it was.

Before Mom got sick, and we'd spend a few days at their home, Mom used to tell Aunt Emily, "Make them mind. Do whatever you need to. Use the strap." And strap us she did. She'd make us strip completely naked and whip us hard. Uncle James was usually down at the Elks Lodge, but on a few occasions he let us have it as well. But, now Uncle James wasn't even a bone of contention. He was gone.

Anyway, I remember the day Grandma drove us out to Aunt Emily's suburban home. Mom who was just returning from a chemo session was in the front seat and she really didn't look good. We boys were in the back seat. Carl was complaining that he didn't want to stay at Aunt Emily's because he found it boring. Grandma just told him, "Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do to help someone else". Mom turned and looked at him blankly. She said, "I know you boys don't enjoy the girls, but maybe you can find some boys in the neighborhood to play with. I'm sorry you have to go through this." And, with that her eyes watered. We felt very sad about Mom's sickness. I remember both Kenny and Carl knew more about the severity than I did at the time. I guess I never gave Mom's ultimate passing a second thought until it happened.

We pulled in the driveway at Aunt Emily's and she came out the front door acting surprised at our arrival. She immediately went to the passenger side of the car and Mom rolled the window down. "How are you feeling, Patty?"

"Oh about as expected. Very nauseated and weak. I'd get out, but I don't think I can stand. I'm so sorry to have to do this to you, Em."

Grandma pushed the trunk release and told Kenny and Carl to get the suitcases out and take them to the house. While they carried the bags to the house, I stayed in the backseat and listened to Aunt Emily and Mom's conversation.

"Nonsense. I love having the boys. I just want you and Mom to have a quiet time at home for awhile. They'll be no problem."

"I hope so. You know what I've always said if they are."

"Oh, I've still got one of James' narrower belts. That should leave a few stripes it might even cut them a little. Anyway, I've already got it displayed in the kitchen as a reminder."

Then Grandma said, "I spent the better part of last night finishing up on the boys' shorts. I don't know why you can't just leave them the length they are when we bought them. Why don't you feel they need some long pants?"

"I don't know, they have some really muscular little legs and I love looking at them. Guess I just want to show them off a little. Did you get their church clothes shortened too?"

"Yes, but Kenny and Carl will argue about wearing short suits to places where boys their age are wearing long pants. Mark my words you're in for an argument."

"That'll be too bad, they're still little boys and they'll do what they're told. I have a belt and they know I'm not afraid to use it. You did make them very short didn't you?"

"I made them so the hem of the shorts was about an inch below the coat length." Noticeably annoyed at her oldest daughter's questioning she sarcastically added, "You didn't need knee socks for them, did you? Because, I didn't buy any."

With a semi-smart ass attitude she just said, "No, I want them to wear ankle length. I told you I like showing off those legs and that means calves too."

As I said, my Aunt was strict and didn't seem to like boys. I knew my brothers would not like short suits, but I was used to wearing them. Mom liked little boy legs showing, too. She actually liked little boy butts as well. She used to pinch our butts when they were exposed in front of her. She'd chase us teasingly pinching our naked backsides as we went to our rooms after our bath. It was annoying, but it was a sign of her love as well. But, I can tell you, Aunt Emily's wasn't. I think her touching, and not just our butts and legs, was exciting to her. If you know what I mean.

I have to admit Aunt Emily's house was impeccable. She might have been diagnosed as OCD today. It was neat and sterile. You really could eat off her floors and not worry about anything. I'm not sure boys would have been the best thing for her. I'm also not so sure that wasn't why Uncle James split. She was a clean freak. And, her house was big. There were five bedrooms—each of my cousins had their own. Best of all, three years before she and Uncle James divorced, he put in an in-ground pool. The pool was the only feature that made our short visits tolerable.

My brothers, who hadn't been privy to the conversation at the car returned. After kissing Mom and Grandma good bye all three of us were walked to the house with Aunt Emily. It didn't take long for the whole thing to start. "Kenny you will have the room between Karen and Carol's and use the bathroom down the hall—not Karen's. Carl and Chris, you will be in the room across the hall from mine. And, you will also use the bathroom down the hall as well—not mine or Karen's. Take the luggage upstairs, unpack and neatly put it in the chests of drawers and closets, and, then, I want you in the living room for a rules session. Go on now."

I remember excitedly settling into the very comfortable bedroom. It was much more extravagant than anything we were used to. Uncle James was a high powered attorney and made quite a living. Our Dad was a real estate agent before he died. We were comfortable, but not of the "silver spoon" set like our cousins. Which brings me to another observation, the girls were nowhere to be found and that was a little wierd. I was so used to Carol whining at me and Karen trying to boss my older brothers around, it was nice they weren't there for this first few hours. But, today the only whining I heard was my brothers'. They both noticed that the shorts were short and when they hung the suits up it hit. No 'big boy' pants only shorts and that was 'going to be embarrassing' as Kenny put it. He kept shouting to us how he wasn't going to wear that suit.

After putting our clothes up, we met in the living room for Aunt Emily's rules session and boy was it an eye opener. Not as much for me as it was for my older brothers. It went something like this,

"First rule, you boys will make your beds every morning." Not a happy chore but workable. "Second, Kenny and Carl, you will be in bed at ten o'clock each night, and you, Chris will have a nine o'clock bedtime." Not so good, Carl balked and was abruptly put in his place. "You will take your baths beginning at eight thirty with you Chris. You are to put your dirty clothes in the hamper, not on my floor. You must clean up any water that might have spilled from the tub. You are not to lock the bathroom door for any reason. Got that? Not for any reason! The door stays unlocked in case I have to get in there. Carl, you will call me to inspect you after a bath, and, if I feel either of you boys aren't getting the job done, we'll do it for you." I knew that Carl often just ran the water to fool Mom and he didn't bathe. He hated baths. But, now, it was be clean or be naked in front of Aunt Emily, but I did remember noting that "we'll" part of her statement and was momentarily caught up in what that meant. "Fourth rule, there will be no running or roughhousing in the house. Take it outside if you must." Livable. "I don't want to find any glasses on my tables without coasters." Inconvenient, but livable. "Next, and this is important for your safety. If I catch any of you in that pool when Karen or I aren't home or we are unaware that you are swimming, I will beat your bare backsides to a pulp with the belt. Is that understood?" She waited for each of us to acknowledge it. "Chris you will swim nude, Carl and Kenny you two will keep your suits on the clothes line out on the patio. You are not to swim in clothes at any time, if you didn't bring a bathing suit you will swim nude. You will strip on the patio and put the suits on out there and then take them off out there before you dry off. I don't want chlorine water on my carpets." I remember feeling a little peeved I had to stay naked when I swam at her house because the girls kept watching my penis. The year before I had been on display whenever we swam, and, after a few hours, I forgot I was naked until my cousins began grabbing my dick and ass in playful ways. I do remember when they did that Mom and Aunt Emily just laughed. I thought I'd give a shot to getting the same courtesy as my brothers.

"Aunt Emily why do I have to be naked and they get to wear bathing suits?"

She responded to my question abruptly counting off reasons on her fingers, "You are seven years old, you have a cute little peepee. I like other people to be able to see how cute it is. Not to mention, I like putting the sunscreen and lotion on it, you are a cute little boy who doesn't need tan lines in case we go to the beach or something, the girls like showing you to their friends, and little boys don't need modesty. How's that?"

"What's modes..."

"Modesty my dear boy is being uncomfortable having your body exposed in front of others. Not allowing looking and occasional touching of your boy parts and backside."

"But, how come Carl and Kenny can have some of that?"

"They're older. That's it Chris, you will be naked when you swim and I don't want any more argument."

"Kenny, you will be responsible for cutting the lawn every Saturday. Carl you will weed the flower beds. Chris you will take out the trash from every room." Now that was a pain in the ass. But we did have chores at home. We did them a hell of a lot more gladly after Mom got sick. Mom need us to help. But, as I remembered it, her two brats never lifted a finger. They had a maid, Eloise, who came by the house every Tuesday to clean. She also picked up after Karen and Carol. It was evident she wouldn't be doing so much of that for us.

After the rule setting, Aunt Emily told us to go swim. Kenny and Carl ran to the sliding glass door that separated the family room from the patio forgetting they didn't have their suits. Then they ran up the stairs which was followed by a stern yell from Aunt Emily, "There will be no running in this house. I told you that. Now, slow down boys!" I walked to the patio and began stripping. There was a comforting turn for me, though. Aunt Emily was sitting at the table on the patio watching us change—well watching Kenny and Carl change and me strip. The older boys put towels around their waists before removing their tighty whities. Carl grabbed his cut-offs with one hand while holding the towel together with the other. Now, here's the turn. Aunt Emily said, "What are those, Carl?"

"My swimming suit."

"Oh no! Remember? No clothes! Go up and get your swim suit."

"This is my suit."

"I'm not going to let you wear those in my pool. Those threads peel off the bottom and clog my filters. You'll swim naked until you get a swimming suit."

"Okay, I'll just get dressed and won't swim."

"Oh yes you will swim. You drop the towel and go get in there naked with your younger brother."

"But, Aunt Emily, I..."

"I said give me the towel and then you, Kenny and Chris come over here so I can put some sunscreen on you."

My brother dropped the towel on a chair and held his hands in front of his penis. As he came to the line he fell in behind Kenny who was proud to be wearing his swim team Speedo. I remember standing there with my hands on top of my head, not because I had to, but most likely because that was how I had to stand when Mom or Aunt Emily or anyone else they appointed put that lotion on me. Anyway, Aunt Emily was pretty through with Kenny she even put some around the leg openings and waist band of his Speedo. When she slid her fingers under the leg elastics he quickly tried to cover over his already covered genitalia to prevent too far an intrusion. Then came Carl. She told him to put his hands on his head. Slowly he complied revealing a stiff little penis pointing straight out at her. She didn't hide the fact she was interested in that little stiffy and she kept an eye on it. Now, Carl was the least gifted down there of the three of us, but his penis would be considered normal for a boy of ten. It was, I would estimate, close to three inches hard. All three of us were circumcised and his still had a pretty notable turtleneck. Kenny and I were cleaner cut. Anyway, I wish you could have seen his eyes as Aunt Emily slowly rubbed the sunscreen into his penis and ball sack. She meticulously made sure the cleft behind his glans was covered as she circumscribed it with her finger tip. "I like it when you boys are hard, it's easier to put this stuff on", then she began to gently massage his ball sack with the lotion. She turned him around and he was for the lack of better terms very stunned. I guess he forgot Aunt Emily liked to make sure the hole was covered as well and often slipped a slick finger into the rectum making it seem accidental. But to be accidental would mean that it happened every once in awhile, not every time. Anyway when she penetrated his anus he jumped up on his tiptoes. Aunt Emily's response to his jump was "Get used to it!" So much for accidental. Finishing him she summoned me. My hands as I said were already on my head so she just began with my penis and testicles and worked her way down my legs. Then she did my face and upper torso. Now, my little penis wasn't hard at this point. Not because it didn't get hard, but because I was used to grownups rubbing it with stuff and sometimes without stuff. If they rubbed too much it sprang to life, but maintenance type touching didn't call it to attention. But mine even soft was a long as Carl's was hard. I remember one of my pastimes when I couldn't sleep was to see if I could tie it in a knot. I couldn't but it was long enough to maneuver at least until my playing caused it to stiffen up, then it wouldn't bend.

The length of my seven year old penis was charming to most grown women. Mom used to grab my tip with her "pincher" (index finger tip and thumb) and pull it out and wiggle it saying, "You're going to make some girl really happy someday." It seemed like I already was making a girl happy—her. She loved to make me strip naked and come down to family gatherings or at the beach. I was usually the only naked kid on the beach, but there I was on display. People would point at me and some would take pictures of me as I romped. They thought I didn't notice, but I did for the first hour or so each time we went. Then I forgot about them. I got used to it. Oh shoot there I go digressing, back to the patio.

Kenny's penis was kind of a mystery at this point. He didn't let us see it and was very guarded with his privacy. When he was in the bathroom at home, he always locked the door. Aunt Emily's new rule must have really embarrassed him. Anyway, I hadn't seen his penis in I'd guess two years since we were made to bathe together. His was a lot like mine only bigger around. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have a pencil dick or anything like that. It was a normal little boy circumference, just long. His was fairly long and as I remembered it a little bigger around than mine. Like I said, both of us were more cleanly circumcised than Carl. Shit, there I go getting off subject again.

After Aunt Emily put the sunscreen on, Kenny and I were circling the pool deck taking turns off the diving board. Carl sat for awhile covering his parts with his hand. He gradually slid into the pool and just stood at the side. Finally, after sinking neck deep in the water, he released the cover from his pubic area. Kenny swam over and tried to console him, "Hey, at least Karen and Carol aren't here." This led to Carl expressing his concern about having to get the sunscreen on and how he was old enough to put it on himself. And, how he wasn't going to swim naked when the girls were there, "no matter what Aunt Emily thinks". I half paid attention to their conversation as I continued to try to stay upright on a huge beach ball in the middle of the pool. I knew my fate was nudity regardless of who was there, and at my age I could handle that.

That afternoon was uneventful. I mean no one but Aunt Emily was home with us so Carl adapted to his situation well. Surprisingly, the girls didn't show up. As we dried off prior to dressing, Kenny asked, "Hey, Aunt Emily, where are the girls?"

"They're at their Daddy's for the weekend. So, for the next couple of days it's just us."

"Oh." We were all kind of glad for the reprieve from their obnoxious behavior.

"Can we go buy me a bathing suit?" Carl was pushing it.

That night we had another eye opener. Aunt Emily sent me up for my bath and informed me I would be sleeping nude so I just needed to dry off and come back to the rec room to watch TV. Again, I wasn't old enough at the time to see much difference in that than having to show all at the pool or the beach. So, I complied and returned to the rec room naked as the day I was born, and sporting a neat little hard on at that. Then she sent Carl and told him the same thing. He questioned her, "But I usually sleep in my underwear."

Aunt Emily responded, "Not here. You will sleep naked every night. I don't want to have to keep washing boy's underwear every day."

"Oh, you don't have to wash it. I wear the same underpants the next day. I sleep in them and then just use them the next day."

"That's disgusting. You keep dirty underwear on to go to school and elsewhere?"

"Yeah, lots of guys do. It's still clean when I wake up."

"You will sleep nude so get your bath and get back down here naked. Go." He stormed off stamping his feet and pouting. Then she turned her attention to me. "Chris, come over here I want to feel that little stiffy you have there." I couldn't believe she would be so direct about wanting to play with my penis. Compliantly, I walked over and my boner swayed side to side with each step. Then she reached out and grabbed it firmly but gently. "My, oh my, you are about the best hung little kid I've ever seen. What a cute little penis. My God, I can't get over how gifted you are for a seven year old. Wait until you're Kenny's age. Go over and let Kenny feel your penis." I turned to my brother who was sitting in an arm chair pretending to watch TV.

As I walked over, penis swinging, he mumbled, "I don't need to feel Chris' dick."

Then Aunt Emily shot back, "Young man, you will rub your brother's penis and sack until I tell you to stop. That is, unless you want to lose those underpants and let me have a turn at your bare butt with my belt."

"It's queer for me to feel up my brother. I'm not a homo. Quit trying to make me one."

As I remember it Aunt Emily came unglued at that. She didn't get the belt but slapped Kenny across the face so hard his head turned sideways by the blow and there was a big pink hand print on his face. He stood to run to his room. As he did, Aunt Emily yanked his shorts and underpants down and then pushed him into the chair again. With his shorts and underpants down around his ankles he sat crying while Aunt Emily shouted, "You will do what I tell you. Do you understand. Now, kick off your shorts and underpants and then begin rubbing Chris' penis. I don't want anymore backtalk. Not now, not ever again. You're the child and I'm the adult. I call the shots around here."

Surprisingly, Kenny violently wiggled his feet to free them of his garments and was sitting completely nude with tears rolling down his still red cheek. "I hate you, Aunt Emily. I do! And, I just want to go to Grandma's. I don't want to be here anymore."

"Believe me, if I could I would send you to Grandma's, but you'd be too much for her to handle. You act like this and you want me to send you to her house? Now, rub your brother's penis like I told you. Chris, get over here and sit in your brother's lap."

I did and she spread my legs out across his bare hips. I was facing out when I felt my brother's hand grab my now flaccid penis. He was gentle but I could tell he was uncomfortable. After a few minutes of his touching me, I could feel his penis harden and poke me in my left butt cheek. Even at the niave age of seven I imagined it migrating to my hole and hoped that didn't happen. After awhile Kenny's tears dried and he became more or less unaware he was cradling and rubbing my ball sack as he pretended to stare at the TV. Aunt Emily just took it all in. She eventually took some pictures of the situation "to show your mother how well you get along". A later review showed clearly both of us were nude and Kenny's hand was rubbing my stiffy. It was kind of amusing to me, but not to Kenny.

Thirty minutes later Carl came back into the rec room covering his crotch. Then came the game ender.

"Your turn Kenny, go up and get your bath, dry off and back down here naked."

Still angry at her he blurted out, "But I'm twelve, Aunt Emily. I'm almost a man."

Both Carl and I were astonished that she would do this to Kenny. After all, he was older than we were and deserved to be treated in a more adult fashion. Even though the handprint had disappeared from his face, it quickly flushed back to red at the idea that he'd be naked in the rec room.

Thirty minutes later Kenny too came into the rec room holding his hands over his pecker and jewels. Aunt Emily didn't say a word. She just looked up from the crocheting and said, "Remember your bedtimes."

Being the youngest and not nearly as inhibited as my older brothers, I sat with legs splayed occasionally subconsciously pinching the tip of my peter. They sat with their equipment tucked between their thighs and their legs closed tightly. Now I wasn't there when the older guys went to bed, but they told me what happened. Apparently, Aunt Emily decided to inspect their bodies for being clean. She stood them up and made them spread their legs and put their hands on their heads as she checked behind their ears, their elbows and knees. She finally inspected their boy parts lifting and manipulating to make sure they had done a good job on their penises and scrotums. According to Kenny she spread their butt cheeks and traced around the hole with her finger as well. Kenny just kept saying, "God, it was so humiliating!" The following morning we all put on 'clean' underwear and dressed for the day. Kenny complained again that the cargo shorts were now truly shorts they were much shorter than they were before Grandma shortened them. They came halfway up our thighs. It was evident we hadn't outgrown them, but Grandma's 'pruning' had taken off the bulk of the legs. I kind of thought they were neat. I didn't like pants pressing against the back of my knee and these were so short I was more concerned about my underwear showing than anything else.

"Shit, I'm not wearing these!" Kenny mumbled as he came into our room. "We'll be laughed at by any other kid in the neighborhood. We can't walk around in these. These are baby pants."

"What are you going to wear?" Carl asked.

"The shorts I had on yesterday."

"Well they're probably dirty."

"That's okay. These are too short."

Suddenly, Aunt Emily's voice broke the discussion as she walked into the room, "Boys, here are your clothes from yesterday. I washed them. Please put them away before you come down. And, oh, I did take the liberty of shortening the shorts a bit. They must have been so hot for you. I don't know why they make boys shorts so long, you guys aren't that tall."

So much for plan B.

"Aunt Emily, when the girls are here do I have to still swim naked? I mean it's kind of embarrassing and..."

Carl, you're still a little boy. Ten years old is far from being grown up, you shouldn't let that bother you. Karen babysits for little boys and sees their little winkies all the time. Carol is just a little girl and she doesn't pay any attention to boys' parts. If we don't get you a suit, you'll have to be naked in front of the girls."

Now, I knew both of those statements weren't right. I was naked at their house a few months back and those two girls were interested in my equipment. They stared at it and felt it whenever they could. My brothers knew that was the case as well. I guess because Mom was there the last time we visited, and didn't complain about my total nudity and the wandering eyes and fingers, it was futile to argue.

"Well, I sure hope we...Hey, can we go to the store today?"

"No, I have a lot to do to get this house in order. We'll see about tomorrow."

Now, not to be outdone with his question, Kenny spoke up. "How about being naked after our baths? Do we still have to be naked in the rec room?"

"Kenny, what's your problem. You still don't have any hair down there do you?"

He hesitated and actually felt his shorts covered genitals, "No, but..."

"Well, your penis is getting bigger isn't it? And your sack is starting to drop a little. We'll just say you two older boys can bathe right before you turn in. That way you can walk to your room with the towel wrapped around you, but they should be neatly placed on the back of one of the chairs in your room to dry properly. Understood?"

Of course both of my brothers nodded in agreement. The thought of lounging nude was not too appetizing to them. But then again their protest made me wonder why I was so accepting of the rule. Being seven didn't occur to me. I wanted to be big like them. Aunt Emily was quite quick to qualify the directions, "But you both will continue to sleep nude. Remember that!"

Carl was quick to say, "We will. Just so we don't have to be naked in the rec room. Thanks, Aunt Emily."

There was truly a sense of relief on my brothers' faces. Which spurred me to ask, "Hey, Aunt Emily, what about me?"

She was kind and just patted my head, "You've got a few more years before you don't have to be naked in this house, Chris. It shouldn't bother you as much as it bothers these two."

That same evening Grandma called. Mom wanted to talk with us. Aunt Emily put the phone on speaker and left the room while we talked to Mom. All three of us complained about the forced nudity. I did so more as a follower than an initiator. Kenny was the most pissed off. He argued that she made him sleep nude and made him be nude in front of us in the evenings. In fact, he was stark naked while we talked to our mother. So were Carl and I. It was only seven thirty and all three of us had been bathed and made to stay naked. Mom asked him why it bothered him to be naked so much and he told her he didn't appreciate women other than her seeing him nude and he really didn't like having to be naked in front of us. She told him we were all boys and that we were his brothers and there shouldn't be any shame in parading around nude in front of us. As far as the complaint about being exposed to Aunt Emily which Carl enjoined, she just said we were to do whatever she told us and that Carl, in particular, might do a better job of bathing if he was inspected each evening. I do remember Carl saying, "What about when the girls come home, Mom. We can't be naked then. And, Aunt Emily isn't going to take me out to buy a bathing suit so I'll have to be like Chris and be naked at the pool."

She just said, "The girls are your cousins. There shouldn't be any secrets. And, Aunt Emily owns the pool so she makes the rules. I can understand she doesn't want the denim threads in her filter. Too bad, you didn't want to go when Grandma took Kenny for his bathing suit, you'd have one. Besides, Honey, you were nude over there before the pool. You and the girls used to run naked through the sprinkler in the back yard and it didn't bother you then."

"Mom, Karen has never been naked in front of me. Only Carol had to be naked in the sprinkler with me and she was like four then."

"Well Karen has seen you naked then and it didn't seem to bother you at the time."

"Mom, I hate to tell you, but she felt me up every time. She pulled my wiener and felt my balls and stuff like that."

"It didn't hurt you, did it?"

"Well yeahhhhh, when she squeezed my balls it hurt." We all laughed at the visual that comment painted. Even Mom laughed and coughed weakly. As I think back she really was on the downhill and, at seven, I wasn't tuned in to it.

"Let's be a little more grown up and refer to your 'balls' as testicles and your 'wiener' as penis okay boys? I know it's popular to avoid the proper terms when talking to your friends, but Daddy and I taught you better."

"No, Kenny, while you're there, you are her boys. She can do whatever she wants. Besides, if I felt better, I think I'd make you run around nude at times here, too. You've become too guarded about your bodies. Boys shouldn't be so shy."

Kenny was relentless, "But Mom, she wants me to be a homo."

"Now Kenny watch yourself."

"No she made me rub Chris' wiener and balls and stuff for an hour. She told me to rub him and slapped my face when I said I wouldn't. Then she forced me to play with his thing. She ain't right, Mom!"

"Young man that's about enough of that talk. You are the big brother. There's nothing wrong with you massaging your brothers' penises. If that's what she wants you to do, you do it. As far as the slap, Kenny you know talking back isn't allowed. You got what you deserved. I would have taken a belt to your bare bottom and probably made you eat soap as well. If Aunt Emily wants you to rub your brothers' parts you do it."

"Oh, Moooommmm. That's not right."

"Kenny, you will do what she tells you."

Before the 'I love you's' and she hung up, she reminded us that Aunt Emily could whip our 'bare backsides' whenever she felt we needed it. I think it was her way to instill the importance she placed on cooperating with her sister.

The next was a big day. The brats were returning and our world would soon turn somewhat topsy-turvy.