My Name Is Chris Chapter 3
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 3

The next day, Aunt Emily had to go to her weekly bridge game three houses down. She left Karen in-charge again. And, as usual Carl and I were completely nude running around on the pool deck, Kenny was in his Speedo sitting at the table on the patio when two of Karen's friends came out through the sliders. They were very quick to pick-up on our, Carl and my, state of dress or should I say undress. What really got our attention was the, "Oh, my, God. They are naked. Your cousins are naked."

There stood a girl with braces on her teeth smiling so wide the sun glistened off the metal. It really was enough for even me to cover myself with my hands and jump into the pool to hide.

"How cool is that, Karen? How could you be keeping this to yourself?" Tinsel Teeth asked.

The other girl was a black girl who seemed to be a little bit taller than Karen or the girl with the stainless smile. "Make them come out so we can look at them."

"Well, aren't you gonna at least say hi? I mean, it makes it look like you came to see my cousins rather than me."

"You got the right, girl. Make them get out so we can look at them," the black girl was insistent.

Karen chuckled and yelled, "Carl and Chris, get out of the pool and come over here."

Carl was quick to respond. He told her he wasn't coming out until the other girls left. Then Karen flexed her babysitter power. "If you don't get out and come over here, I'll mention it to Mom and you remember what happened to Kenny last night?" She then turned to her friends, pointed to the table and said, "That's Kenny. He's their brother."

The black girl had to state the obvious through an expected question, "Why's he get to wear a bathing suit?"

Followed by the taunting of the girl with the gleaming smile, "Yeah, why does he. I mean, his would be even more interesting than theirs' I'd bet."

"And you wouldn't be wrong Crystal," Karen proudly boasted. Finally, we got Tinsel Teeth's name—Crystal. I could see Kenny beginning to blush as she continued with, "He shoots that semen stuff the teacher told us about in sex ed."

The two newcomers had their mouths opened as they look at my brother. "No. How do you know anyway?" The black girl asked with surprise.

"Because last night my sister rubbed his wiener and he shot some of that stuff out. Mom told us when boys are his age they start being able to do that. Remember that puberty stuff?"

The black girl said, "Make him take his bathing suit off and show us."

"Monica, he doesn't have too, because my mother said he is old enough to stay covered."

"Yeah, well you're the babysitter. Aren't you in-charge? I mean doesn't he have to do what you tell him?"

Then, that Crystal girl said, "Guess not. Even the little ones haven't gotten out of the pool yet and she told them to twice about five minutes ago."

This pissed off Karen. She didn't like being viewed as impotent in her control. "Carl and Chris, I said get out of the pool and come over here so my friends can inspect you. Now, do it."

"Yeah, and I told you I wasn't getting out with them here," Carl flexed his 'muscle' with her.

"Fine, I'll call my mother. I'm going to call Mom and she'll come here and make you get out and I'll whip your young asses right in front of my friends after she gets done." She was really angry when she whined that at us. Then she said, "Excuse me, I've got a call to make."

As she turned to make that call, I guess Carl thought better about it. He later said it was remembering Kenny's ordeal that gave him a change of heart. The pushed up on the opposite side of the pool so his bare ass was pointed toward the girls. I followed suit. Karen stopped and turned with a smile, "Now, get over here."

"Hey, why don't you leave them alone? Don't you girls have something better to be doing?" Kenny exploded.

"Nooooo," came the smart ass reply from the girl in braces. Karen cast a preturbed eye his way.

Carol just jumped around dripping water off her body. "Hey Crystal and Monica, watch this!" She did a pathetic cannonball off the board, as Carl and I approached the girls with out boy parts completely in hand. As we got there, Monica said, "Oh come on little guy, that's no way to be. Don't be so modest as she tried to pry my arms and hands away from my hardon. She did manage to pull my arms apart and gave all assembled a good look at my genitals. "Isn't he cute. I didn't know white boys could be so long."

"I think that's a little racist. Don't you?" Karen teased.

Then the girl pulled me over to a chair and said, "Let's have a good look at that little log there." She reached down and began rolling my penis in her hand. Then metal mouth said, "I'll check you out" and took Carl to another chair. He kept his hands in place and wouldn't let loose enough for them to get the view they were seeking. "Come on, kid, I'm going to see it anyway. Now, get those arms up."

Carl was so mad he shouted, "Each shit, you little bitch." He would have hit her but his hands were busy. Now, I didn't see Karen leave, but she must have to get the belt from the kitchen, because the next thing I knew she was whipping Carl's ass. She kept saying, "Move your hands, get your hands on your head," I could see that she had a knack for whipping as she actually was leaving pink stripes as she beat him. After about ten of those swats, he moved one hand in an attempt to grab the belt. He was crying and calling Karen names. She just kept whipping his ass and legs and yelling, "Carl, stop. Do what I said." I must admit all the excitement freed me from the clutches of my antagonizer temporarily. I mean everyone was amazed at what was going on. Even Carol stopped her show off behavior to stand dripping water with her hands in her mouth as she watched.

Carl kept yelling betweens the tears, "I kill you, Karen" as she kept beating him with that belt. I'd bet she had hit him at least twenty five times before he succumbed to her demands and began to run to the house. His penis bouced back and forth, but I'm not sure either girl saw it. Both were transfixed at what they'd just observed.

"Don't you dare. I'll tell Mom you got chlorine water on the carpet."

"I don't give a shit. You bitch!!!"

Carol had to break the tension of the moment with, "Boy, I'd get my mouth washed out, if Mom heard me say that."

Carl stopped short of the carpeted area. He was in the dining area off the kitchen which was tiled and he was crying with his face to the credenza. I remember as I went in to comfort him. Only problem was, I wasn't supposed to be in there either, but, hey, he was my big brother. Kenny even came in to help calm him. To her credit, Karen stayed with her friends on the pool deck. They did keep looking over their shoulders to see what we were doing though.

Monica and Crystal left the yard through the outside gate. They didn't come in or try any more feeling or looking activities. After they were gone, Karen came in and I guess tried to talk her way out of any kind of responsibility. I think she was afraid her mother would find out she belted Carl. And, find out she would.

Aunt Emily came home about an hour after all hell had broken out. By that time, we were all in our shorts and Carl was still pissed off and making get even types of remarks about how he would repay Karen for her abuse. We just sat their saying, "Yeah" and and encouraging him to plan more retribution. We were jarred out of our state of anger by Aunt Emily's voice, "Hi, boys. I trust you behaved yourselves." We just nodded but she noticed the depressed body language. "What's the matter?" We all knew if we told her what happened, we'd probably get a replay of Kenny's session the evening before. Kenny just said, "Nothin', we're just bored." It was about that time, Carol who was out on the patio came in and blew the whole thing wide opened.

"Mom, Karen whipped Carl's butt. She told him to get out of the pool so Monica and Crystal could see his boy thing and he told her no. Then when he did, he wouldn't take his hands away..." Carol stopped suddenly, the door slid opened and out came Karen.

"Go on, Carol, then what?" Aunt Emily's curiosity was peaked.

"Well," Carol put her head down and was hesitant to go on with Karen standing there.

"You can tell her, Carol. Go ahead. Tell her." Karen reassured her younger sibling.

"Well, then Carl wouldn't let Crystal see his wiener, and Karen told him to move his hands and he didn't. So, she got the belt and started whipping his butt, but he still wouldn't. He was crying and went in the house. But, he didn't go on the carpet he stayed in the kitchen and cried. Chris and Kenny went in to help him and here they are. And, oh, Carl said a whole lot of bad words at Karen. He called her the 'b' word. And, now the boys are all mad at Karen and stuff."

"Is that what happened?" Aunt Emily asked her daughter with a subtle calm.

Aunt Emily then shocked us all, "Well, yes you should. You told him to do something and he didn't do it. You are darned right you should have whipped his tail. Good for you Karen. When you are in-charge, you have to be in-charge. I'm proud of you." Then Carl got his lecture, "You need to stand up and take off those shorts young man. Now, get naked, now!" Carl stood up and angrily unsnapped his shorts and took them off. Aunt Emily told him to turn around and he did. His ass was still red from the belting. "Again, Karen, you didn't disappoint. He looks like you did a pretty good job with it. Turn around Carl and look at me." My brother turned to face her. "Hands behind your back." He complied. "You will stay naked for the next two weeks. Wherever we go, whatever we do, you will be naked. Do you understand?" Carl just nodded without making eye contact. "I said, do you understand?"

"Yes," Carl said with an angry tone.

"Now after dinner, I'm going to whip you again for giving her a problem. In the mean time, you will sit in the corner with a bar of soap in your mouth. I won't have you using obscene language around here. Go over and get in that corner right there. Sit with your legs spread at all times. We need to help you get over this modesty problem." Then she looked toward Karen, "You will call your friends and tell them I said Carl will be a better host to them from now on and if they want to come and play with his boy toys they may do so tonight or tomorrow. He's all their's." Again, she turned to Carl who had since placed his nude body in the corner and was sitting with his legs spread and a little boner poking up. "Did you hear me, Carl?"

"Yes," Carl said again in a pouting angry tone.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the tone was no better but the point had been made. It had been made to all three of us. She was going to make or break us to her ideals of malehood. And this was just the second lesson.

She left after our little session and brought a bar of what appeared to be Lava soap out and stuck it in Carl's mouth. After a few minutes I could swear he was bubbling from the mouth, but then Lava wasn't known for foaming up. It was known for the grit of sandpaper. Anyway, shortly before supper he was allowed to go rinse his mouth and brush his teeth. My experience is that you really can't brush that soap taste out. It has to wear off. That aside, after dinner Aunt Emily brought a wider belt into the living room, bent Carl over the arm of the chouch and tore him up with the darn thing. As was the case the night before, Kenny and I empathized with his situation and were quite sympathetic. Karen wasn't as jubilent as she was the night before, but Carol certainly was. Aunt Emily whipped him so hard I don't know how the kid could walk afterward, but he did. I think she was making a point to Kenny and me as well. It was going to be an interesting indoctrination period.

We did get a call from Mom the next morning. Kenny said we shouldn't talk about any of the beatings. He said Mom was too sick and it wouldn't be good for her to have to worry about that too. We didn't have to though, Aunt Emily made the announcement during the speaker phone session telling her that her 'eldest two had been whipped with the belt and the week was still young'. (She didn't tell her about Karen wielding the implements of discipline, though.) Mom was more dissappointed than upset. "You boys mind Aunt Emily and do what she tells you. She can spank whenever she feels she needs to and she can empower anyone else who looks after you to do it too. Boys, please mind." I must admit, I thought about telling her about Karen, but after that I decided we all had to live with it. No mention was made of that. Carl was sitting in his nude glory as he had be sentenced to two weeks of no clothing and that did come up. He just probed the point.

"Mom, Aunt Emily wants me to stay naked for the next two weeks as a punishment. I'm embarrassed." He didn't look to see Aunt Emily's pissed off expression. Her facial expression was angry. You know with that look of 'I've only just begun with you, wait until you hang up' kind of look. Mom, again,surprised us. She just said, "Oh well, little boys shouldn't be so modest, Carl. You'll live through it, two weeks will be over before you know it. Everyone likes to see little boys' penises and things, they're cute. Just do what you're told."

After that Grandma said, "She has to go now boys. She needs some rest. And, boys, remember what she said. Little boys don't need to be so modest."

After we hung up, Aunt Emily told Carl he'd just earned an additional two weeks of naked time. She also told him Karen's friends would be over today 'to inspect his boy parts'. She made it clear this time he was to cooperate better . I was also to be naked the whole time they were to be here and if either of us covered up or didn't allow the little girls access, we'd be whipped by them. I remember wondering what orpahages might be like. That might be worth the trade off.

Tinsel Teeth and Monica did come and we both were naked and underwent thorough pulling, squeezing, rubbing and slapping of our penises and testicles. We each had two or three rounds of "hide the carrot", which was a game Monica came up with. Carol especially liked watching as the two girls each shoved six inch carrots up our ass just to see who could put it in deeper. It hurt bad. They just shoved them in and pounded on the stem end when our sphincters wouldn't allow the entry. It felt scratchy and then weird. I could feel it as they wiggled those carrots around inside of me. I know Carl felt the same. He told me about it that night. Then we had to run around the pool with the carrots firmly implanted in our asses and after the first attempt we were told if it fell out we'd get whipped. What a challenge.

I'd say we had hard ons for hours during that ordeal. You know the commericials when they say if you have an erection for more than four hours? We had ours for at least four hours. Our penises would go limp and they'd play with them until they sprung to life. We both had several dry orgasms during these experiences and as I recall it was a whole new feeling for me. Those times were the only positives for us that day.

The girls intended to come back every day. They "liked the toys at your (Karen's) house." And, "could they bring some friends to play too?" Luckily Aunt Emily wasn't going to be home the next day and limited Karen to two friends at a time. After hearing this, it was apparent Monica and Crystal weren't about to give up any of their playtime to anyone else. "We'll come alone." Then, Karen made their day, "You can bring your cameras, if you want."