Chapter Four

I lay on my mattress for a good 15 minutes on my belly, hands at my side looking down. I could hear my stomach growling, I had missed breakfast and thought I missed lunch. I knew I didn't want to go back out in the kitchen area naked, anyway.

"Well someone say something!" Savannah was the first one to break the awkward silence brought on by one person in the room being naked, and the rest being fully clothed.

Lloyd answered her "I was sitting here, watching how every time Ellen moves, it causes her butt to jiggle, and you can see her asshole"

I took a sharp breath and still laying flat, used both hands to cover my cheeks.

"Ok ya gonna do that all day?" Savannah asked me, folding her arms and looking a bit impatient.

"No, it's just don't try to look up my butt." I pouted and added "We're family!"

"Just cousins" Savannah said laughing. I wasn't sure how that changed things any.

"Well, I'd just ask you not try to look" demurely.

"It's not like I am trying to see what you had for lunch, you aint eat nothing" Lloyd laughed.

"Yah, rub it in." I had hunger pains.

"So go get something" Lloyd said adding "Duh!"

"I don't exactly want to walk into the kitchen just like I am at the moment"

"What are you worried about Ted? He is harmless, he'll look, but he won't touch" then thinking for a second appended his prediction with "Probably".

"No, it's actually not Ted. It's my Mom, if she sees that I am walking around in the kitchen after she told me to stay this way, she'll hit the roof."

"How can you get in trouble, for doing what she told you too?" Savannah asked with a confused expression.

Conner got up and walked out of the room, without saying a word. I bit my lip wondering if I had made him nervous being naked.

Lloyd nodded in a comforting way and said "Don't let every little thing get you down, just go ask your mom if you can get dressed. It's pretty crazy even for us."

"And put on what? She threw my bra and panties out the door to your dogs"

"Oh shit, those are gone then, or if they aren't, you probably don't want to wear them." he laughed.

Savannah winked at me and sighed "Damn, it's up to me to be the nice one, and give you some clothes to wear?" she said seeming disgusted with herself for being nice. "Fine, you are bumming me out. I don't want your Mom bitching at me though, so go make sure she'll let you wear something".

I wasn't able to make my mind up. On one hand, stay back here and hide, but be naked seemed safer. I didn't know how long it would be before my Dad was home though. On the other, facing my Mom and apologizing intimidated me. I'd already been yelled at, had my mouth washed out with soap.

Lloyd starting shooting tiny rubber bands at my butt about that time. "Pew-pew" he made a lazer sound and fired, aiming right for the crack. (Which I was still defensively blocking).

"Lloyd! Quit it!!" I said annoyed at her whiny my own voice sounded.

"For your own good, get out there and talk to her" launching another rubber band.

"Fine!" I said standing up.

"Girl, you gotta shave that snatch" Savannah said disgusted.

I looked down at the wispy brown hairs that were growing wild in front of my pussy, and I couldn't think of a response. I had shaved below my knee with razors, but hadn't thought about that sort of grooming. I just shook my head at her, and turned and walked out into the kitchen.

Ted and Crystal were watching a TV show, their attention wrapped up in it. I didn't want any drama, so I started to walk slowly across the living room to my Mom's bedroom which happened to be in front of the trailer.

"It's my money, and I want it now!!" The TV commercial announced and a chorus of "RJ Wentworth! 876-NOW!!" sounding like a chorus of angels. I guess commercials didn't hold Crystal and Ted's attention because they both noticed me.

"I wouldn't go in there right now, sweet cheeks" Crystal said without a trace of malice or judgment in her eye. She seemed to take the whole being naked thing in complete stride as if this sort of thing happened every day. "Your mom needs time to cool down, when we were little girls, she'd throw tantrums like this" she laughed.

I didn't see it as a tantrum at all. It was my Mom laying down the law on me and biting my head off in the process. I didn't tell that to them. Instead I just said "Thank you, but I can't stay like this" indicating my body with my hands.

"Suit yourself then, don't come crying back to me, if she bends you over her knee and spanks you. I tried to warn you" still smiling. She seemed much more sober than she had been earlier.

As I mentioned earlier, my mom had never spanked me or Conner that I can remember. Today however, was a day of many firsts. So as unlikely as an over the knee spanking sounded, it suddenly sounded like a real possibility.

"Can I get something to eat?" I asked changing the subject.

"You could, but I am not fixing anything. There is some Wendy's chili in the fridge, or a hot dog."

I thanked her and went to the kitchen. The living room and kitchen are one big room, separated by a small little divider that comes about waist high, with clutter, old baby chairs, bric-a-brac, knick-knacks, old magazines, stacks of junk on either side.

I opened the fridge and looked at the Chili from Wendy's fast food. I couldn't tell by looking at it, how long it had been in there, so I put it back. I found a small stack of Oscar Meyer hot dogs and took one out. I began to look for a clean pot to boil it in, and some buns.

"Oh you won't find all that honey, just eat it raw" Wendy said noticing my search out of the corner of her eye.

I started to protest, but they were fully cooked. I just usually boil them first. "Sorry for being so persnickity, I am not used to this."

Ted finally looked up at me, and added "From the way you eat that hot dog, I'd say you are"

I didn't get it at first, but it kind of looked like I was sucking some one's dick, the way I was holding the dog in one hand. "Gross!" I said and he snorted laughter. My aunt only slapped his leg.

The screen door all at once sprung open, and I suddenly got worried that it was my Dad already home. Butterflies all at once went a flutter in my stomach.

When the door closed, standing there was a thin, tall black man staring at me. "Well, you guys got a new white girl, it seems?"

"Ellen, this is Tyrell, he is one of our neighbors"

I was holding a hot dog and standing in the kitchen naked, and all he could do was stand there smiling as if this was entirely to be expected.

"You aren't very shy are you?" he offered his hand to shake mine, causing me to have to shift the hot dog into my other hand and I gave him a slight shake.

"Uh actually, I am very shy, do you mind if I go back in my room?" I asked, but I didn't wait for an answer I just booked it down to the hall. I felt like I may throw up, so I jerked open the bathroom door.

Only to see my brother Conner sitting on the toilet. Holding his cock in his hand 'jerking' something of his own.

"CONNER!!" I shouted.

"ELLEN!" he shouted back, but he didn't stop twerking himself up and down, his short pants around his ankles.

I closed the door "Conner, stop...please!"

He stopped, but he seemed very frustrated. "Look, don't say anything to anyone else, PLEASE?"

"Uh no, trust me. I won't" I said indicating my body as if to say, I am in worse shape than he is.

"It's just with the doors, and seeing you and Savannah today, well I needed a little relief."

"It's so gross, I really don't want to hear any more of it, can you um, finish or whatever, I'll leave" suddenly realizing I'd rather be anywhere else but in there right now, I reached for the door handle to open the door.

My mom was passing by about that moment. "Crystal said you wanted to talk to me?" she asked, before noticing that Conner was in the bathroom with me and that his hand was still on his cock."

I am not sure what my mom said, or how long it went on. It reminds me of an out of body experience where you suddenly feel yourself floating above your body, as you drift away from the car wreck looking down.

I tried to explain that I had walked in on accident, but my mom insisted that since I'd been lying all day, how could she believed me. She didn't say it, but she was basically inferring that for some reason I was in the bathroom on purpose while my little brother pulled his pud.

My mom was completely out of her element, with her world crumbling down around her. Now, not just one but both of her children seemed like sexual deviants to her and it had only been the first full day. On top of this, there was no way for her to yell at us, without everyone else, probably even neighbors finding out what she said.

Which is a vicious cycle, because part of what infuriated her, was people finding out what we did, and in order to yell out us about it, she had to mention it in the yelling.

When she finally stopped ranting she said "Conner, do I have to have you be completely naked like your sister!?"

"No, Mom. I am so sorry!" he apologized.

My mom had gone from yelling to at time whispering she was so mad. This was one of the times she started to whisper. It wasn't a submissive librarian whisper. It was a dangerous whisper, like when a psycho calls someone up on the phone to tell them he is already in their house.

"You know they had a guest! Why did you stand in the kitchen and eat a hot dog naked in front of him?"

"I didn't Mom, he came in while I was eating." I said trying to be honest, and not sound threatening but defend myself. I hadn't tried to be provocative , although that is what she was suggesting.

"Why didn't you take it in your room, in the first place?"

"I don't know Mom!" It was up until this moment, I was doing pretty good. I may have been allowed to put on a towel or something, because she wasn't making Conner get naked and she seemed to hate the idea of me flashing my ass around the trailer anyway. Had I kept my mouth shut, that is probably what would have happened.

Could be I was still hungry, Could be all the stress from being stripped naked by strange boys in the quarry. Could be I was just as stressed as my Mom as my own world crumbled around me. It really doesn't matter why I said what I did. I instantly regretted it, and it was one of the moments as you say something out loud you instantly wish you could just reach out and pull it back in.

"It's not like you can ground me. There are no malls, no TV, you've taken everything from ME, even my clothes. The worst you could do is spank me!"

Savannah had made me aware that grounding would be pointless earlier that day. However, when I repeated what Savannah said it sounded more like a challenge, than a fact. I admit that now, that my tone of voice was completely wrong for my intentions.

My Aunt Crystal had said spanking only a few minutes earlier, and it was still in mind. The thought of being spanked was so surreal, that it seemed like the most hyperbolic response to my behavior I could bring up. Looking back, I could have made my point by saying "Hung from the gallows" or "Send me to Prison".

My Mom got an entirely different meaning out of what I said. "You don't think I can spank you? You don't think I won't?"

I didn't think she would, but I said "Oh no, I know, you would. You would!!" I held up my hands in front of me, my body language making it seem like I was shielding myself.

My mom grabbed a hand towel rod that was leaning against the bathroom sink. One of Ted's many 'projects' he would never get around to, was re-mounting that rod. She swung it making a "Whirrrr" sound and hit my hands.

"Ouch!! Fuck!" Now why was my response fuck?, why wouldn't I have said "Darn" or "Oh no, please!"?

She grabbed the soap, still with my teeth marks from before and put it in my mouth.

"Mom, do you want me to get out of here?" Conner had pulled up his shorts and asked the question looking at my Mom as if she were a rattlesnake about to bite him.

"Why shouldn't you see this? You two were playing in the bathroom. Everyone can hear me anyway, I don't see a problem with administering, let me think...20 good spanks in the living room. Come with me"

Jerking me by my ear, she dragged me naked into the living room. Tyrell, Ted and Wendy were in the living room.

"Dear Sister, do you mind if I punish my slutty daughter here in the living room? I know you have a guest" The question more a courtesy than a request, my Mother's voice was strained, her neck muscles were throbbing.

She looked for a place to sit down, but there wasn't enough open space.

I was holding the soap bar in between my teeth, trying not to cry, with my eyes shut tight. My mom made me stand with my hands behind my head, squat at the knee, then she sat on the couch and proceeded to use the towel rod to hit me across the butt 20 times.

When I opened my eyes, I saw even Savannah and Lloyd watching from the kitchen. The spectacle I am sure had been too juicy for them to stay cooped up in the bedroom. They were not laughing at me at least. I had taken my hands down from behind my head and was rubbing my no doubt very red and rosy butt cheeks.

My mom didn't seem satisfied, the 20 had gone too quickly for her, she told me so. She took the soap out of my mouth and had me hold it.

"Do I have to make you leave your bedroom door open, to keep you from being naughty?"

"No, Mom" I said pouting.

"Why were you watching your brother masturbate?" she said, and the others in the room snickered (except for Conner, I am sure).

"I wasn't. It was an accident!" I said defiantly. I was so embarrassed already, it may have been easier to just take the rap for it, but on principle I wasn't going to admit to something I didn't do.

"So you accidentally walked into the bathroom without knocking, so that he could say he was in there. Then he accidentally pulled his pants down and began to play with it in front of you, and then you accidentally stayed there and talked to him until I came walking past?"

"When you say it like that, it sounds that way, but it's not like that!"

My mom wasn't backing down, and I hadn't learn when it may be in my best interest to admit defeat, yet (still struggle with that lesson). "Do you want 20 more across the backside?" she threatened

"If you give me 20 more, it won't change it." I was sticking to my guns.

"Crystal, I don't know what to do here", My mom admitted to her sister.

My legs were shaking, I was still standing kind of in the same position I was in, with my back turned to my Mom. This was the most embarrassed and scared I'd been ever in my life, and that includes earlier when two strange boys tied me to a tree.

Ted said "Well, judging by her nipples, I'd say you've only managed to turn her on!" he let that twisted idea sit in everyone's head. I was far from turned on, but it was pretty clear the adrenalin had managed to make my blood pump furiously, and yes my nipples were hardening up.

"If you want something harder, there is a wooden cutting board I used for pizzas in the kitchen. I think you are growing to break that dowel rod in your hand."

Crystal looked at my mom and said "Actually, it's been kind of amusing today, better than watching Springer." she was very tan, unlike her daughter who was as pale as me. Then again she was also a dark haired brunette with flecks of red in her hair, and her daughter was a blonde. She put her hand on Ted's knee and said "I don't have a problem with you disciplining your daughter how you want. If you want my opinion, let her put back on what she was wearing and take a time out, though. You are going to have a brain explosion or something you are so worked up."

I breathed a sigh of relief, half expecting Aunt Crystal to say something like "But on the other hand, if you want to teach her a good lesson, you could put her to work cleaning up this mess around here."

Which is why it shocked me so much when she actually did.

I spent the next four hours cleaning up a mess that must have taken them years to create. I had no place to put things like an old crusty dish inside a record player that had been broken. I kept asking where something should go, and My Mom or Aunt would tell me to "figure something out"

Tyrell stayed for a while, and another friend of theirs came over, a heavy set hispanic guy. He regarded me like I was hired help and didn't say a word to me. I was shocked he wasn't shocked by the sight of a naked teenage girl.

My cousins had left with Conner and come back, they seemed to be enjoying themselves and ignoring my punishment. I couldn't help but feel things had been unfair and Mom was babying Conner that he wasn't cleaning with me. Clothes or no clothes. It just started to really anger me, that he wasn't at least expected to do some thing.

At first, I was bending at the knee, and trying to gingerly put things back. A few hours of that sweaty, disgusting work and you start to think less about your modesty and start to bend at the waist, without concern for who may be looking as you bend over. You start to reach up high for things, and get used to your nudity.

It was closing in on about 7PM when there was a knock on the door. This sent my Aunt into a slight panic, almost everyone she knows just reaches for the screen door and opens it. A knock was a stranger.

"Throw your daughter a towel?" Aunt Crystal offered to my mom.

"Why? Everyone of your neighbors has seen her little body by now!"

Aunt Crystal seemed slightly nervous and went to the screen door. I heard her quickly get at ease and say "Oh cool! Really? Come on in then!" her voice being loud enough to be heard above all others. She just some times talks in a slightly higher volume, by nature. If you saw her, it seems to fit her.

The Dominos Pizza guy was tall, about 19 with som acne and one of those whisps of a blonde mustache. Well, It is kind of unfair to call it a mustache to men who really have one, so you may think of it as just "hair under the lip". He saw me and instantly smiled. Having been a pizza guy, this was probably not the first person to answer the door naked.

Crystal even admitted "You know even though I am already thirty" lying about her age "I've thought about it many times, I've never had an occasion to meet the pizza guy in the nude!" she said playfully. "What a surprise, it's my older sister's kid who does it before me!"

We soon learned my Dad wasn't going to be home anytime soon, and that he had ordered a pizza as a surprise to let us know that he was hoping he may have a job lined up. The Pizza was already paid for.

I began to wonder if anyone would be shocked by seeing a naked teenage girl just pop out. It seemed everyone at the Fuckman was simply unflappable. I really couldn't blame the Pizza guy though. That was one of the common fantasies, people have so much so I am sure they write internet fiction about it.

Everyone seemed to clap him on the back, and there was an almost celebratory tone to his arrival due to the free pizza that he probably just assumed my being naked was something we do all the time or it was some kind of weird party. Whatever his reasons, he said nothing at all to me.

After the pizza guy had gone, my mom rolled her eyes, obviously wondering if letting yet another guy see me naked was having it's intended effect.

"Mom, may I have a slice?" I asked hoping to get one before the others descended on the pie like locusts. I should have just taken a slice, but it didn't feel right given I was still cleaning up.

"Why should you enjoy hot pizza?" she said taking a slice for herself, while everyone else grabbed two.

"I guess I shouldn't. I just haven't eaten all day"

"Is that my fault?" Mom asked.

"No, no. I don't know, I just am hungry."

"Crystal, what would you have fixed for dinner if there was no pizza?" she asked her sister.

"Well, I guess some beans and franks."

My mom winced, that didn't seem like an actual dinner.

"Okay, you can have that." she looked so disappointed in me. It was breaking my heart.

"I am sorry mom!"

"Don't make me feel guilty about this, young ladie! You made your bed, you'll lie in it."

I stood there, not knowing what to do, nodding yes.

"I hope you don't expect your aunt, to actually fix you a dinner while the rest of us eat Pizza. Find yourself a plate and eat it"

Savannah said to my mom a comment clearly meant for me "Mmmmm, this pizza sure is good and hot, please tell your husband, that we definitely appreciate it Ma'am"

"Ma'am, I like that, it's respectful. Why can't you be more like Savannah?"

I wanted to argue that earlier today, she was calling her mom 'Crystal'. I suppressed the urge instead, one of the wisest things I did that night and told her "Yes Ma'am".

I stood in the kitchen, while the rest of my fully clothed family ate pizza. Even my Aunt who customarily wore very little was draped in a black mu-mu, and despite her pointy nipples poking through the sheer material, nothing could keep all eyes off me. It felt as though the entire room was watching every little move I made.

I was holding a bowl of sour tasting pork and beans, with tiny hot dogs cut up in it. I hadn't heated them up, because my mom gave me the evil eye just while I was running the can opener. I couldn't imagine if I had actually turned on the stove.

"Can she sleep on the couch? I kind of rather keep the two of them a part" my Mom was talking with my Aunt keeping a hushed tone. I wondered if she meant Conner, Savannah, Lloyd? I knew one of the people in the equation was definitely me.

"She could sleep in there with you, Mike won't be home tonight probably." My Aunt offered suggesting an alternative.

The two were whispering and I could make out "How long do you want to keep her doing chores and stuff? If I didn't think she'd refuse, it'd probably be good for Savannah " Crystal joked. I couldn't make out the rest of their conversation, but the two were comparing notes, which wasn't a good sign.

"I dropped my spoon, can you get it from under there?" Lloyd asked politely, and without even thinking I bent over to get it for him from under the table. I heard a loud Frriiiiiiiiiiipppppp sound and then laughter.

At the exact time I bent over, Lloyd had made it sound like I farted, causing the room to laugh hysterically. Ted even set down his plate and waved his hand in front of his nose and said "Oh Beans and Franks" going along with the joke at my expense.

"Fine! Laugh it up!" standing back up, I'd had enough. I ran into the bedroom I wa sharing with my cousins and laid down on the mattress belly down, sniffling and crying.

I was surprised no one came in to get me and make me suffer some other indignity. It wasn't long though before I had cried myself to sleep. I slept hard. I'd been through so much that day, that my dreams were filled with all sorts of scary things. I usually wish I could remember them, but this night, I was glad I couldn't.