The Pranksters: 3rd Chapter

The Pranksters: Chapter 3

I may be crazy but I think Uncle Jim got a hard on looking at me that night.

OK, so I was completely naked, sitting outside on the porch of the house and we were talking. There was just enough shadow that I am not 100% sure what he could see but as we chatted I kind of relaxed my posture and may have sort of flashed him my goods so to speak, not like on purpose or anything. I know when I caught him kind of staring he pretty much ended the conversation and as he turned to leave I swear he was sporting a tent in his shorts. Well, again it was sort of dark but that’s what I thought I saw at the time! LOL

Needless to say I had plenty to think about as I excused myself and made for bed.

I don’t ever recall all the details of my dreams but the next morning I awoke in a cheerful mood, even before my cousin Rick had a chance to barge in. He still came in of course and he was annoyed that he didn’t get to tear away my covers and expose me yet again. Instead I was up and in the bathroom when he barged in to find my bed empty.

Sure enough Bobby had managed to convince my dad to drop him home on our way to the city on Monday, as Jim predicted.

Cindy claimed it was sort of fun for her when she was subjected to whatever happened with she and these boys. It obviously didn’t kill her and so far I’m not physically any worse for wear, unless you count a bit of tenderness in some odd places. I’m thinking that I need to acquire some sunscreen and aloe to supplement my morning ritual unless I want to suffer from exposure. It seems that areas of the body that have basically never seen sunlight burn faster than the rest of your body and though I was not exposed completely for that long out on the water yesterday I feel like I got a slight burn on my nipples for example.

I was looking in the cabinets in the bathroom, having just brushed my teeth and hoping to locate aloe as well as some sun block when Rick found me.

“Good morning sunshine!” He said with a lecherous grin as he ogled my body.

“Go away jerk” I replied as I attempted to close the door on him.

“Aww, don’t be like that cuz! Maybe if you relax and play along a bit we can work out a deal.” He offers.

I feel a trap being set but have no idea where this is going. “Do you really think I would make any sort of deal with you? You’re the reason I’m in this mess, I’m sure! Tell me, just how long have you been jerking off imagining getting to see me naked? Bet you made a real mess last night after the lake trip huh, sicko!”

“Whoa now,” he protested “I admit I helped with the scheme but this was not my idea originally. Though come to think about it you are pretty worthy as far as spank bait goes.”

“See, you disgust me! Go away, please!” I tell him, “I will be out in a minute but I think I deserve at least some privacy in the bathroom. If you don’t I will tell your folks and if nothing else they will agree on that.”

“So you don’t want to hear the offer?” He asks finally.

“Fine, what kind of ‘offer’ are you suggesting?” I ask him reluctantly.

“As you know, Bobby wants you to let him get a good look at you, everywhere, you know like to see how much different your body and Cindy are I guess.” He says.

“Not happening.” I say, “Go away.”

“I’m not done.” He says.

“Look, I said no already!” I tell him.

“Well I guess you’d rather continue and play the game all summer then!” Ricky threatens. “After all I heard the folks saying you were gonna be visiting a lot this year cuz your folks have some big trip planned with Aunt Becky and Jim.”

Oh crap, what if he’s right? My dad has mentioned wanting to take a trip with them and Uncle Jim has invited my folks along before. Would my folks really leave me here? Of course they would, it’s not like I could stay with my mom.

Thinking fast I say, “If that happens, then I’ll stay in the city at a friend’s, no way I’m coming here to play victim to you and Tommy’s games.”

“I suppose that might work out, but after this weekend, I can guarantee you half the kids in the county will have seen you naked and maybe worse. Or, you can make a deal, with us and we can help you ‘decide’ to go back on the textile wagon at least most of the time. You might need to join us when we all go skinny-dipping, we have a spot we found down the creek where it gets deep, we all have done it a few times and it’s fun! You’ll see!” He continues, as if it’s the most reasonable thing in the world.

I suppose to him it is. The skinny-dipping thing is kind of new but it doesn’t surprise me. Kids in the country are less hung up on modesty and when we were little we all played in our underwear in the sprinkler outside on really hot days. I guess it’s sort of the logical progression from there to go swimming nude.

Cindy, being the only girl in the area anywhere close to her age except Jessica who rarely comes around and then only briefly, probably got pressured or tricked into stripping down and joining in. Though apparently she didn’t mind it and had fun so no harm I guess.

“You all got to be kidding me if you think I’m ever gonna strip down and go anywhere with you willingly.” I tell him.

“Whatever, tell me your stupid offer or deal and then go away so I can finish in peace.”

“Geez, OK, so the second part is you shave off all your pubes or I guess that’s actually the 1st part as it probably should happen before we all check you out or you could wax I guess.” He says grinning.

I stare at him as he continues. He has to know none of this is going to happen right?

“And you give us 4 boys a hand job, or rather you show Cindy how to do it, but I want a blowjob, that can just be you and me.” He suggests as if he’s doing me a favor. “Tom might want one too if we do that in front of them all, I bet Bobby would too!”

“Nope, definitely not ever happening!” I say, moving to push him out and close the door. “You can leave now.”

Backing up he offers one last attempt to seal his “Deal”,
“You do this before you leave Monday night or all bets are off this summer, not to mention things are gonna get real interesting today and tomorrow!”

I close the door as he retreats. He didn’t even resist at the end there. I guess he was done, as if that crazy shit was not bad enough. He wants me to give jerk off lessons to my soon to be 15 yr. old cousin, in front of and using all my other cousins? Is this even real? Maybe I’m having a nightmare, nope I’m awake and ouch!

I feel sick to my stomach. I wash my face with cool water and resume my search.

Having found what’s available, SPF 35 and some lotion with aloe, I apply it where it’s needed. Looking in the mirror as I prepare to leave, I can’t help wonder, could I shave down there? I mean I know some girls do, I’ve even seen some girls in the locker rooms that are bare but I’ve not really considered it as something I might try. Why am I even thinking about this? Voices downstairs tell me it’s time to get going and after several deep breaths I exit the bathroom.

My mind is still reeling. Is this so called deal something anyone else knows about? Cindy? Bobby? Tommy? No doubt Ron knows after all he’s Ricky’s brother and he would surely be thrilled to get a hand job from a naked me and I doubt he’d mind Cindy watching.

Are these crazy perverts trying to make Cindy give them hand jobs? Should I just tell the adults all this now, finally? How do I explain going along this far? Ugh!

I need to get Cindy alone. We have to talk one on one.
I go to her room and she is already dressed and gone.

Listening for her I hear her talking with everyone downstairs. Well, time for yet another grand entrance, hopefully my last! I have got to figure a way out of this trap.

Breakfast is always a pretty full production here in the country. No cereal or quick grits or packaged oatmeal, frankly it’s one of the things my dad and I both love about coming here! Fresh eggs, real slow cooked grits or oatmeal, I prefer the grits, farm raised bacon or sausage, sometimes a little of both! Biscuits, usually but also sometimes they opt for toast but even that seems different here as they always have homemade preserves or jelly from Grandma’s kitchen and though we get that too it seems to never last and we make do with store bought a lot which everyone knows is not the same. Even the milk and juice is fresh, well probably not the juice but it sure seems like it, lol.

Getting this all summer might almost be worth the hassle of putting up with my cousins, I think. Then I remember the “Deal” and I nearly lose my appetite.

I refuse to even look Rick in the eye though I see him out of the corner of my eye and it’s obvious he has his eyes on me. He can’t actually think I would ever agree. Seriously, a blow job; teach my cousin to give hand jobs? As if I have lots of experience with that!

I have got to get my mind to change gears. I try to listen to the conversations around me. Mornings on the farm get busy fast. There are animals to care for, which leads me to think about the barn.

Could I find my clothes? If so, I could just get dressed and say I changed my mind right! Seriously what could they do about that? Females are known to change their minds.

That’s my plan. I have to sneak into the barn a.s.a.p. and find my suitcase. I bet it’s in the loft. After helping with the cleanup I casually make my way outside.

“Well, well,” Tom greets me, winking as if it’s the biggest joke ever “You’re quite the sight this morning.”
“Screw you cuz.” I snap at him.

“Sorry to disappoint but that’s not happening, we’re related after all.” He chides me as if I had made him an offer; “Maybe if you begged though we might work something out.”

Was he as stupid and or crazy as Rick? Certainly he seemed just as perverted, apparently! Geez, boys, ugh. I proceeded to make my way indirectly toward the barn by way of starting out in the opposite direction. My thoughts being that I would need some time and didn’t want anyone else with me of course.

Tom, of course followed along. “Anyone ever tell you your butt is a little flat?”

I ignored him, not taking the bait this morning sir. My path, though it could easily veer towards the barn, was initially heading up to the old farm house where the Grand’s stay. Having not seen them at breakfast it would seem natural to go check on them right?

Had anyone mentioned at breakfast why they hadn’t joined us? I guess lost in my head as I had been I must have missed it if so. I decide that I will do just that if Tom insists on following me and casting barbs my way.

As I reach a point that makes it clear I am not heading for the barn, just past a worn turn off, I turn to face Tom, “What exactly is your deal anyway? Shouldn’t you be protecting the younger kids, not preying on them?” I find I am suddenly very angry with him and have nearly forgotten that I am in fact naked. In the moment that no longer matters.

“Whoa there Miss Kitty” he tells me, throwing up a hand. Did he think I was gonna strike him? Maybe I should! “Let’s keep it down to a dull roar OK? We aren’t exactly in full sight here from either house and we might not want anyone to come running thinking someone is molesting you. You being all naked.”

“Well I wouldn’t be naked if you hadn’t helped hatch whatever evil plan you boys have cooked up.” I accuse him.

“Can’t you just leave me alone? I’m going up to see my Grandma and I don’t need you.”

“Well, I’m just doing as you so recently suggested,” He demurs, “I’m looking out for my poor vulnerable cousin as she walks from one house to another, can’t let her go out nude and unescorted now can I? Who knows who might come along?”

“You’re up to something,” I accuse him, “and whatever it is I’m not buying.” As I resume my now even more determined pace toward my grandparents’ home.

“Oh, no need, and in fact I’m not up to anything.” He informs me, as if I’d believe that.

Emerging from the path, which is actually lined with thin scrub and some trees and bushes I discover an unfamiliar car in the yard. Did they trade the truck? Certainly my grandfather would never sell his pickup. Maybe they got a car too? But when do they ever go anywhere separately? These thoughts are swirling as the doors of the vehicle open and a pair of well-dressed young men step out.

My path blocked, by Tom of course, I cannot retreat. They haven’t at first noticed me as they seem to be intent upon entrance to the house. Then it dawns on me, today is Sunday. The grand’s would likely be at church, so who are these guys and what am I gonna do about my obvious lack of clothes? How do I explain this or better yet can I get away before they notice me?

“Can we help you Fella’s?” Tom calls loudly from just behind and beside me.

My head snaps back to him, hearing this as I cringe. Knowing what I will see but looking back anyway, I turn to see two very shocked and very red faced young men who are desperately trying to look anywhere but in my direction!

Just then I feel Tom actually nudge me forward and I comply, hesitantly, reluctantly. If I break and run would he actually grab me and make me stay? That is doubtful. These boys are, as I see they are quite young, a little older than me but dressed as they are I had at first thought they would be much older.

“We were hoping to visit with the residents of this home if they are available” one said.

“That’s our grandparents’ home and they would be away at the moment.” Tom offered. “Perhaps we could keep you company until they return?” The devil suggested gesturing towards me and himself.

“Oh no,” the other young man answered, now openly staring as if he had never seen a naked girl before. “I, I th, think that won’t be necessary, per, perhaps we should just return a, another time.”

That’s when it hit me. These were missionaries. Like Mormon missionaries and odds were they really hadn’t ever seen a naked girl before. Not in the flesh anyway. I mean they are still guys and I bet most have looked at porn, right?

Stepping forward now, a little brazenly, “No really, won’t you come inside?” I manage, almost bursting out at their obvious discomfort. No idea where that came from but the look of near terror in those poor boys faces was priceless.

I don’t think I have ever seen two guys get in and start a car faster as they insisted they had somewhere else to be and that they would return. I kind of doubt that last part personally.

Tom and I both laughed so hard we were spasming in pain and gasping for breath for a while after their vehicle was long out of sight.

It was the first time I was ever exposed to a total stranger up close and did not feel embarrassed, well at first yeah, but it turned to a feeling of power upon seeing the look in those eyes. I wonder what stories they told later of the event or if they kept it between themselves. They may be missionaries but they are still boys, and boys usually talk, right? Did they masturbate to their memory of me? I know all very inappropriate questions but I did think them after all.

“That was fun” Tom pronounced.

“Fun for you maybe,” I told him, denying any chance of agreement, after all he sort of forced me into participating and I was at least as terrified as they were at first.

“You loved that.” Tom pushed, “admit it!” laughing now at me and my denial.

“It was funny and a bit strange seeing their reaction, sure,” I concede “but I would not say I was having fun at the time.” Though seeing them tear out of there…

Tom echoes my thoughts almost verbatim. “But when they broke and ran! Oh my god, I nearly pissed myself.”

“Would you have really made me go inside and wait with them?” I ask him now quite serious. “I mean I’d like to think you were just messing with them but that was a bit much. I nearly broke and ran myself!”

“Liar, you did not,” he replied “by then you were stepping up and challenging them. I can’t believe that you pushed them like that, they were actually scared. That was fun, tell me I’m wrong.”

“I was pretty scared too, they might have over powered you and raped me or something if we were in the house, I might not be able to get away or go for help!” I tell him, but I knew they wouldn’t have gone inside, really.

“They were missionaries!” he informed me, as if I hadn’t noticed. “They are more likely to spend the rest of the day praying for forgiveness for looking at you than to have raped you. I’m a little surprised they didn’t ask if you needed help or protection from me!”

“I wish they had!” I agree, “Maybe I could have got them to beat you up!” Now I am grinning.

Suddenly I realize he and I are enjoying this time. Maybe for the first time, in a long while, it is like it was when we were small and he and I were closer. Then he goes and messes it up.

“So are you gonna take Ricky up on his offer or are you gonna hang in there and see where the day takes us?” He asks me.

As if I have much choice, I mean is he asking me if I want to give him and my cousins a handy? And what would that even look like? Do they think we’d be able to just go out to the barn and have a circle jerk unnoticed? Am I even considering it? No, just no.

“You have to ask?” I meet his gaze; he’s actually looking at my eyes and not my tits, this time. LOL

“Just checking, after all, it sounds like fun.” He teases.
He is teasing right? I can’t tell so I punch him. “Jerk, there is no way I’m doing any of that in front of Cindy.”

“So if Cindy wasn’t there?” He asks, as it occurs to me and him both what I just said. This time he dodges as I try again to punch him.

“That is not what I meant and you know it, why do you have to be such a jerk?” I have to ask him, “Do you even know what that pervert calls a ‘Deal’?”

“Sure, he wants you to teach Cindy to give a hand job and he’s volunteering to be the recipient. Of course he wants you to agree to do his little brother and Bobby as well since those two both have huge crushes on you and they’d owe him for life if you go along.” He points out.

I hadn’t thought about that, but it also didn’t pass my notice that he didn’t include himself in the “Deal”.

“He also included you in this proposal, sir; or have you forgotten that you are part of my torture?” I inquire knowingly.

“He may have, but that’s not happening.” Tommy says, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be busy elsewhere, I don’t need to watch that.”

“Oh?” I challenge him, “I never met a guy who wasn’t interested in a hand job from a willing naked girl.”

“That’s just it,” he admits “you aren’t really willing and I’m not thinking it is something I’d want to do in front of my little sister. You all do whatever you want to do, don’t let him push you and I’ll tell him we worked something out privately afterwards. That’ll drive him crazy.”

So, if I accept this so called deal at least one of the guys will bow out. Hmm, interesting. What am I thinking? I can’t accept. That bastard Ricky wants me to give him a BJ not just a handy, or maybe he wants both? If he tries to stick his prick in my mouth I might just bite it off for him.

“It would be kind of nice for us all to go out and swim at the little spot we found.” Tom suggests.

This slight deflection is sort of welcome at this point and we are nearly back to where we started earlier as we have been walking for the last few minutes.

“I suppose we could.” I suggest, “After all I’m already dressed for it.” Also, is he suggesting going skinny-dipping? I might like another chance to check him out naked.

Did I just admit that? I look at him but he seems not to notice, thankfully.

It takes a while to round everyone up and it is decided that after lunch we can all go for a hike down to the spot where apparently my cousins like to get naked and frolic together with nature, country style. The remainder of the morning is spent doing chores and it seems the story of our encounter with the missionaries is passed on between Tom and Rick at least.

I suppose it was naive of me to hope we could have that just between us.

Needless to say, for the most part after that interaction this morning and the previous day any embarrassment I might feel around the family was largely gone. I found myself almost forgetting I was not clothed until I spilled something on my chest or had some occasion to look directly at myself. The younger boys were still staring and as Uncle Jim had suggested I made every effort to ignore their gazes.

I suppose it is only natural after all for younger boys to have a little bit of a crush on an older girl they grow up with, unless she’s a witch. I have never been particularly mean to my cousins so they like me. It hadn’t occurred to me that as they grew older that might morph into any sort of lust. Boys are strange, have I pointed that out, I mean, do I really need to point it out? It’s really quite obvious.

Something tells me lunch time may be awkward now, geez.