Undeserved Rewards - Our Scheming Backfires

By CrackCorn

(I'll forward it to the author)

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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So this is how cousin Gail’s and my planning and scheming worked out—NOT the way we planned. Gail & I were only doing a little biological research on our brothers, but...we ended up naked in front of them.

We kids all were raised together on the family dairy operation. Gail & I were 13. Sure, we were girls but we had real jobs—cleaning barns, haying, chasing loose cows, milking. At haying time our dads had us drive tractor pulling a flatbed trailer through hay fields, It was pretty easy—just put it in 3rd gear, set the throttle to low, engage the hand clutch, and steer while the men & boys loaded and stacked bales.

Greg was Gail’s older brother and my cousin. The family sometimes called him “Blondie.” My brother Ben was the hunky brunette. They were 16 & 17 and provided a lot of the labor on the farm. By the way, I’m Angie. On dry summer days after haying the boys often took a quick cool-down in the cow pond. One day while driving tractor I started admiring their strong arms and muscly looks. I followed them to the pond and moved in closer to watch while they stripped to boxers and jumped in. Their builds and their whole presences looked damned good! Why hadn’t I noticed before? While I was watching Gail came up quietly and asked me if I liked watching the boys. “Hell, I guess I do!”, I said. Gail: “Maybe we should figure out how to see what they’ve got inside their shorts.” Wowee! She was thinking like me!

“OK!” I whispered, conspiratorially, “HOW do we do it?” We knew about penises and making babies—hell, we were farm girls—but we wanted to see what was happening with Ben’s and Greg’s equipment, especially since they were suddenly looking so darned interesting! That day they played a little trick where they’d swim underwater, surface near us and splash water at us. I’ll admit they were careful not to get us too wet—they were gently teasing. They were awfully kind, protective brothers. We never had to worry about being bothered at school. Even so, after the splashing Gail and I thought some kind of revenge was called for—more reason for sneaking a look at their naked bodies.

Gail’s idea was to spy on them at the swimming hole. This was a dammed up pool about a half mile down the creek, and the boys sometimes went there on horseback or on foot when they had some free time. We never saw them carry swim trunks, and assumed (hoped) they went skinny dipping like we heard boys often do. Seemed like a good plan. It COULD have worked.

We prepared for the spying expedition. I borrowed some small field glasses—Dad used them to look for coyotes and other undesirables. Gail got a small shoulder bag to hide them in. We planned a route through trees where they wouldn’t see us coming. We picked T-shirts & shorts that would be hard to see in the bushes. Gail’s blonde hair would be tied up and covered by a cap. We added 2 baskets to make it look like we were berry-picking, in case somebody asked where we were going. Our parents were usually busy and usually let us take care of ourselves, but they were observant and we never knew when they—especially the moms—would take an interest in our doings. Then we waited.

A rain delayed the haying a bit. Finally we got what we wished: a hot sunny day with a field full of dry bales. The guys always wore jeans and shirts for haying—otherwise they’d get their legs and tummies scratched to hell. So when the last bale was stacked up in the hot, stuffy hayloft, the boys were REALLY ready to cool down. Greg ran in the house—I was afraid he’d get a swimsuit but he only used the phone. They took the ponies and rode bareback down toward the creek. As I watched them go Gail joined me. “Ready?” she said softly.

We switched clothes, got the gear. I thought it would be prudent to deal with Mom since Gail & I were going to disappear for a while. I found her de-feathering a fresh hen (our dinner later), and said “Hey Mom, I think there are some wild raspberries near the tree line. Gail and I are going to see if we can get a bunch.” “Sure! I think they’re ripe, that will make a nice dessert” she said. I knew my mom would pass this partially true information on to Gail’s mom. I felt pretty crafty for handling the moms this way.

Swinging the baskets we went straight for the tree line, to make it appear we were after berries, and to make sure the boys wouldn’t see us. There actually were ripe berries so we picked some. I generally eat half of what I pick but this time I was excited about the secret mission so it didn’t take long for my basket to get a little heavy. Then we wove through the shade of the trees down toward the swimming hole. When we got close I heard the boys’ voices and a splash. Staying low and ducking behind tree trunks we crept closer. They had tied the ponies near the water just below the dam. On my belly, under a bush I pulled out the binocs and peered at the hole. Ben swung from the rope and dropped into the creek. The son of a gun was wearing boxers! Then Greg climbed up the bank and grabbed the rope—also wearing boxers! Gail trained the glasses on him. She said the boxers were wet and clingy, and showed a nice development of a definite something underneath. We were a little disappointed. But then...

...what we saw next was a shocker! Two girls from school were also there. We had seen them before. They must have come up from town. I’m sure it was no accident they were there at the same time as the boys. Then I remembered Greg using the phone. So, I thought, the boys could also scheme and put one past our parents. We trained the binocs on the girls. They were pretty, they were wet, and they were wearing T-shirts and panties. Their legs looked long and nice with just the panties, and the T-shirts were clinging to their bouncy chests.

We stayed concealed glued our eyes on all of them for maybe a quarter of an hour. They looked so happy and free. And brave! They were barely dressed and all wet so they showed quite a lot of anatomy (though not as much as we wanted to see). The girls’ nipples really stuck out due to the cold water. There were dark areas showing through the front of their panties. The boy’s equipment flopped around inside the boxers, and it looked like their peckers had gotten big!. This was an education for Gail and me, to see how these older kids were flaunting their developing bodies. At one point we tussled a little over the binoculars. Ben and one of the girls stopped and looked straight at our position. Had we been spotted? Maybe not. We slipped back into the woods. We had a lot to talk over.

“Holy Toledo, I didn’t know about those girls!” I said. We noted how much more developed than us the girls were.—and how brave they were. Did they deliberately pick out shirts with thin material? We didn’t think we would dare do that even though our titties were tiny by comparison. The panties didn’t hide much! The boys’ boxers suggested big things inside. Sometimes a fly would open a bit but nothing popped out. Didn’t the girls just want to pull those boxers down? How come the guys didn’t tease the girls or grab their tits?—but we knew why—compared to the idiots at school Ben and Greg were kind, considerate, unselfish and even protective—taking advantage just wasn’t their style.

Still, we thought this discovery might be an advantage we could use somehow. Maybe next time Ben, Greg and the girls would actually skinny-dip, but we weren’t sure we’d be able to follow them again. Mom would definitely suspect a pattern: boys swimming, Gail and I berry picking. And the boys would hear about the day’s berry picking and figure it was a ruse to follow them. Maybe we could use our knowledge to blackmail the guys: we’d promise not to tell our folks about the girls if they would drop their drawers for an inspection. In the end we knew blackmail wouldn’t work: the boys would say “go ahead and tell,” and when we did we girls would be shown to be schemers, liars, peepers and blackmailers. And the boys and girls weren’t actually naked. We had to be content that at least we came a little close to seeing the guys naked, and that alone was pretty exciting. We headed back to the farm, picking more berries on the way. We needed a new plan.

Grandpa always liked to get away and hunt for a couple days in the fall. Many years ago, I was told, he built a shack and used a tractor to drag it up among some big old trees on a hill. He used it as a hunting station. Our fathers when they were younger had installed bunks and a little stove and used it as sort of a clubhouse. I had seen it once and had a good idea where it was. At dinner one night I heard Ben talking about taking a sleeping bag and staying up there with Greg overnight. I wondered if maybe those girls were part of their plan.

Plan B was easy: catch the girls up at the cabin with the boys. Who knows what we might see? Or we might get more dirt for blackmail. The boys planned to got the clubhouse the next Saturday. Our dads agreed to doing the milking without the boys, as they’d have to get used to it for when the boys went off to college. Also, we girls would help milk. With bedding, canned beans, bacon etc they planned to leave in the middle of the day. Gail & I announced we’d like to take the ponies out for a while, but we’d be back by milking time. We loaded the binoculars, some food and water in a backpack. Ben came around and actually helped us saddle up the ponies. I felt a little guilty—we were plotting against him yet he was kindly helping us. But curiosity overruled any scruples, and while he was handling the saddling we didn’t fail to observe his muscles and his sun-tinged male beauty. “Don’t push the ponies, let them set the pace,” he advised. There was always the occasional gopher hole or bees’ nest, either one of which could cause big problems. Mom had me carry her cell phone for emergencies. We headed out at a gentle walk. Our beautifully-behaved ponies also enjoyed the outing—the boys had trained them well. We went in the opposite direction of the clubhouse—until we were out of sight.

Once it was safe we made a big circle around toward what we called ‘clubhouse hill,’ giving the boys plenty of time to get there on foot. Gail was worried—how could we see what was happening inside the shack? I had some doubts too, but thought they might carry on outside because it would be hot in the shack. Also there were a couple small windows. Curiosity kept driving us. The things we saw at the swimming hole had inflamed our interest in their bodies (and in their doings with girls). We stopped for a little lunch & let the ponies graze and water themselves. The day was fine, sunny and a little breezy. We resumed our mission.

We found a shady place to tether the ponies near the tree line, and went carefully toward the cabin on foot. I spotted it through the trees. We crept forward slowly, closer and closer. Strangely we didn’t see or hear anything happening there. We waited—our surveillance was quiet and intense. Nothing was happening! We moved a little closer, training our eyes & ears on the shack. There were only a few bird calls in the afternoon, and wind rustled some leaves. We should have at least heard some conversation or moving about from the boys. All quiet. Then...

“I hope you girls are watching for poison ivy!” We froze. It was Greg’s unmistakable lilting voice—close and loud—but where? Then Ben: “What? No berries?!” and he slid down a grapevine from a couple trees over and smiling, landed on his feet. He asked “What are you little trouble-makers doing up here? This is the second time you’ve been spying on us.”

Oh my god. We’d been caught! They had been waiting up in trees, they actually expected us and saw us quietly creeping up on the cabin. It was like they read our minds. They smiled indulgently. “What’s the story, morning glories?” Greg asked, “Better tell the truth for once.” Gail & I each looked to the other for help. We couldn’t think of a thing to say—not even a good lie could help us now.

Ben: “We’ve got a pretty good idea what you two want. Come on down to the cabin. We’ll have some cookies and see what’s what.” We seemed in their power now, and meekly went to the cabin with them. Before we went in Ben got out a cloth dampened from a nearby spring. “You might have gotten in some ivy. Let’s get that resin of your skin” He put a little soap on the cloth and started scrubbing my bare legs. It felt like a cool caress. My emotions were in a whirl. Getting caught had put all that curiosity about bodies completely out of my mind. Now the feel of my brother washing my legs, and him being so close, brought that curiosity right back to life. He looked handsome, self-assured. He held my hand out and washed my bare arm, then the other. Gail’s turn was next, starting with her tanned legs. Greg came along with a wet cloth to rub off the soap, smiling roguishly. They told us to air dry, after which we went inside.

Gail & I sat together on one of the bunks. The boys sat down on the opposite bunk and shared around some of Mom’s cookies and some spring water. Ben asked me directly, “Angie. What is it you girls are trying to accomplish?” I hesitated, then told a partial truth, “Well, we just wanted to see what you were doing. You’re older than us and we were curious about what it would be like for us in a few years.”

Ben: “You could have asked us. We could have invited you along—actually...after with checked with Natalie and Sara.”

Holy cow! Gail & I never considered that. Gail had a question: “How come the girls didn’t have bathing suits?”

Ben: “Well, they did the first couple of times, but then we all thought it would be more fun just in our underwear. And they thought their parents would ask too many questions if they were always coming back home with wet suits.”

Greg: “Let me guess. You two wanted to see us skinny dipping. You wanted to see us naked. Is that right?” We looked down and didn’t answer, which pretty much confirmed his guess. He said, “I remember when I was your age I became very interested in girls’ bodies. Actually I still am!. You’re interested in boys’ bodies. Right?”

Gail: “Did you get to see girls’ bodies when you were our age?”

Greg: “You want to know all our secrets? Let me remind you that we have quite a few cousins that visit the farm. And remember those haylofts at the top of the barn.”

Me: “So you’re not mad at us? You’re not going to tell on us?”

Ben: “Like Greg said, we were the same way. Will you tell us the truth from now on?”

We looked at each other, then at the boys, and nodded yes.

Ben: “So tell the truth. Did you want to see our wieners and nuts and all?”

“I guess so,” I said.

“And did you think it fair that you could hide behind bushes, fully clothed, and we would be all exposed? And you with binoculars!?”

Gail: “We were just curious.”

Greg: “OK. Here’s the deal. It has to be fair. If you like, we’ll play a game where everybody has the same chance to see someone naked—and the same chance of getting naked themselves. What do you think?”

Whoa ho ho! They had thought things through already. Well, it was now or maybe never. We looked at each other again. We both got excited. I felt my heart thumping. It seemed Gail thought we should do it. I said, “It’s OK with me if it’s OK with Gail.”

Gail: “What’s the game?”

Ben: “First, we all start with the same number of clothes on, maybe 5. Shoes and socks both count as one. We each get a coin to flip. If it’s all heads or all tails, nobody loses. If it’s 2 heads and 2 tails, nobody loses. If one coin is different, that person loses and has to something off. And when a body part is revealed the person can’t hide it with a pillow or hands or anything.”

Gail frowned and thought for a minute. Then her face brightened and she again looked so pretty. “I guess I’m in!” She looked like I felt, flushed with excitement and jittery. We knew we could trust these brothers to be fair with us.

We sat on the bunks facing each other across the small space between, boys on one side, girls on the other. “Should we close the door?” I asked. “Hell, no.” Ben said, “There’s no one up here, and if there is we’ll be able to see ‘em way before they see us.” He reached up over the door frame, brought down four 50-cent pieces, and gave one to each of us. We counted our clothes. Again, it looked like they were practiced at this, maybe with those girls? He told us to look at the year on the coin so there could be no mistake if they got mixed up. Mine was 1968.

So we all flipped at the same time. If a coin dropped on the floor we read it the way it landed. First flip was 2 heads, 2 tails—no penalty. Another flip. Gail lost. She quickly took off her shoes. Then my brother lost. It went on like this. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. After a few minutes I was down to panties and T-shirt—the same way the older girls had gone swimming. Gail had these plus shorts, and she looked confident. Cousin Greg had only boxers, and a big smile. My brother Ben had boxers and T-shirt—2 items like me. Very soon it would be show time for someone.

The next flip, 3 heads, and me with tails. Rotten luck—I had to show first. “What’s it going to be?” asked Ben. If the panties, I thought, I’d have to show my pussy area, and I’d maybe look ridiculous in just a T-shirt. So I slowly lifted the hem of the shirt. I started to turn away from the guys. “Hey! You know the rules,” my brother said. I felt the fabric against my nipples as I slowly pulled up the shirt—they were sticking out for sure—then over my head the top was off. I felt the movement of air on my tits—I felt so exposed—and brave! Everybody looked at me, and they all seemed so happy—even Gail. I tried to hunch my shoulders in, but it was hopeless so I straightened them and tried to show I wasn’t afraid. “Boy, she’s cute!” said cousin Ben—the handsome devil was smiling broadly.

I was the center of attention until the next flip, which Gail lost. Greg offered to help but she took a deep breath and said “No, I can do it.” As her shorts came down her tanned legs, the panty fabric appeared quite thin, almost transparent—and she obviously was alluring to the guys, who seemed to be adjusting their boxers. Unbelievably, she also lost the next flip. Her brother asked her if she needed any help getting the shirt off. She surprised me by saying, “OK.” He stood in his boxers, reached across and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. While he was standing so near I studied his boxers—there was a big projection poking out the fabric in front. Gail looked poised, unafraid, somehow joyful, and so cute with her little sweet tits. She had let her blonde hair fall down over her shoulders. “Very nice” and “Beautiful” and “Some guy is going to really enjoy getting to know you” were the boys comments.

I was terribly excited as we did the next flip. 2 heads, 2 tails—no loser. Next flip: brother Ben was odd man. Now I was totally into the game and asked him if he needed help with his shirt. “That would be nice,” he said. So I stood up in just my thin panties, grabbed the hem, and slowly pulled it off. What a nice set of muscles and shoulders on this smiling guy. And there was definitely something poking out the cloth of his boxers. Now all 4 of us were down to just underpants.

Then it occurred to me to ask, “When does the game end?”

Greg: “It can be when the first person is totally naked, or it can be when the last person gets totally naked. Which would you prefer?”

Well hell—I sure wanted to see both boys, and was getting to like the idea of being naked myself. I said, “I guess everybody. How about you Gail?” “Sure, everybody!” she said confidently. So we picked up the fifty-cent pieces.

1, 2, 3 flip. They spun upwards, mine struck Gail’s in the air. Both coins fell to the floor. The boys both showed heads. We spotted one coin on the floor. It was tails and a 1975, so it was Gail’s. Mine had rolled under a bunk. Greg got down, reached under, and slid the coin out along the floorboards. If it was tails, no penalty. If heads, Gail was the odd one and the big loser. Greg removed his hand. Heads! Everyone looked at Gail. She held her head up high, like a queen. “Go for it!” my brother said, “We’ll all join you soon enough. You’ll be the leader!” She didn’t seem to need much encouragement. Sitting on the bunk she reached for the waistband. “Stand up Gail,” her brother said softly. So she stood, and we all saw her tummy skin as she pulled down the panties, then her mound with its pretty little slit. She kicked the panties off and stood regally, tits, pussy, everything bare. We all took in the nice view. “Are you done looking yet?” she asked. “Sure,” said Ben, “and you look real nice.” Wow! I’d never been so excited in my life! Earlier Gail was scared but excited. Now she was proud and beautiful in her bare skin. The boys were keyed up, maybe a little more relaxed than us—like this was a game they’d played before.

Just 3 coins on the next flip. My brother Ben was odd. He stood up, and said “I hope you girls won’t be disappointed, but I have to tell you my pecker won’t look normal. It’s all swollen up. Pretty girls have that effect on it.” That’s a nice thing to say I thought, and said “That will not be a problem...take ‘em off!” He slowly pulled the waistband down showing the belly button, the tightly muscled tummy, the dark hairs that got thicker lower down. Then there was an obstruction, a big one. When the waistband was pushed past it Ben’s big boner sprung out and almost whacked me in the face. It curved upward, had veins along it and a big head. Wow, I thought, how could that ever get inside a girl? And the balls hanging in a slightly hairy sack. I finally got what I wanted, or at least half of it. So fun—even better than I thought it would be—cock and balls surrounded by a nest of dark curly hair. Gail moved in to take a closer look. Her hand came up as if to touch Ben’s boner, but she caught herself and pulled back. From my position I had a view of Ben’s big cock throbbing in front of Gail’s sweet little tits. I recorded the image in memory—I still call up the image from time to time.

Ben stepped out of the boxers. Now he and Gail were completely bare. Ben said “Now Greg flips, Angie calls it in the air.” The guys had definitely done this before. Greg made the 50-cent piece sing as it spun near the roof. I called heads. Greg caught it and slapped it on the back of his hand, then slowly revealed it to be: tails. He looked happy about it. I thought, wow, it must be really nice to be totally naked, and almost wished I had lost. He shucked his boxers quickly. Gail and I checked him out. He had a beautiful cock sticking out proudly, curving a little to the left, and like the rest of him he was blond down there. Gail, like me, was transfixed by being so close to our naked brothers. It’s hard to express the sense of joy and excitement.

“Now what?” I asked. Ben said “Well, you can either shuck the panties, or we flip a coin. If you keep calling the flip right you keep the panties.” “Flip,” I said and called tails. It was tails. “So now I don’t have to take them off?” I asked. “Correct, but now we flip again.” I lost on the fourth flip.

“Need some help?” Ben asked. “Maybe I do,” I said, and feeling brave and excited in the moment, “I want cousin Greg to do it.”

So beautiful blond Greg steps over to me with his big boner almost in my face. I stand up. He reached out. My excitement was intense. I thought he would just grab my panties. Instead he placed his hands on my bare shoulders, and slowly slid them down over my chest, right over my nipples which he pinched a little, then down, down, down over my tummy to the panties. He grabbed the waistband not at the hips but in the front and back, so when he pulled them down one hand followed the crack of my butt and the other traveled over my little mound. He lightly stroked some of the little brown hairs there. My knees got weak. I almost collapsed from pleasure, but was able to step out of the panties and stand there naked and happy like everybody else.

“Wow,” said Gail, “you really got the treatment!” Greg’s bold touching seemed to give us all permission to do more of it. My brother asked Gail to stand up, then he lovingly felt her from top to bottom—both front and back. I watched her face flickering in fear and joy, mostly joy.

“Hey!” I said, “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Greg, stand up!” With a smile and a big boner he stood between the bunks. I ran my hands over my cousin’s chest muscles and all the way down, then caressed his butt while I wrapped my fingers around my his cock. It seemed his knees faltered.

“My turn,” said Gail, “Ben, come here please.” She did to my brother everything I had done to her brother, plus she carefully felt his balls.

Who knew this could be so much fun? I didn’t know what to do next—we really had accomplished our goal. My excitement cried out for more but didn’t know what that would be. The boys brought some order to my confusion. Ben said it was time for us girls to get back to the ponies and get home to help with the milking—but first he dared us to go outside naked and walk around the shack. “Only if you boys do too” Gail said. So we all did. The breeze and sun were lovely on my excited little body. And we were able to watch the boys boners bob around as they walked. This was a nice way to end the adventure, and we girls reluctantly got dressed. The boys stayed naked, obviously enjoying themselves. They had been so nice and careful with us—we felt we were in good hands (no pun intended). The boys conferred for a moment.

“One more thing,” Ben said, just before we left. “We’re going to meet Natalie and Sara again at the swimming hole, next chance we get. We’ve almost got them talked into skinny dipping—they’ve been afraid of being spotted by somebody. If you girls came with us, and we four went skinny dipping, we’re sure they would join in. Are you girls up for it?” Gail looked at me and I looked at her—we both saw eager anticipation in the other’s face—more naked bodies and naked fun!

“Yes!” I said speaking for both of us, “Make a plan and let us know!” Gail nodded enthusiastically.

As we rode the ponies down the hill in the warm sunshine I could hardly believe how good life was. I had had the most exciting day of my life. Between my legs I felt the pony jerking into me as she plodded downhill. Cousin Gail & I could anticipate the prospect of more naked fun—like a golden treasure stored up in our imaginations.

The scheming didn’t work out at all the way we thought. It was powerful curiosity that propelled us into experiences more fearful and fun than we ever imagined. And with more to come!

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