Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Five

"Took you bitches long enough!" Bill said without looking up from the notepad. His wife Wendy stifled the urge to tell him he had no idea how much they had to clean up, and how he should have appreciated their diligence. This was his week, he was allowed to be right.

"Yes Sir, later may we be permitted clothes to take the garbage bags to the street?"

"I don't see why, it's not very far..." Bill said seriously and looked at Chris. The girl's jaws dropped.

"Oh C'mon, yes of course you can put on your bikinis or something to take out the garbage to the street ... You girls can't take a joke?" He said rhetorically while asking his son to make a note of that they needed rules about clothing permission for short trips.

Wendy could just make out a scratch pad with doodles, drawings of tits, a cock, words underlined, she wasn't quite sure what to make out of it from where she was standing, but no coherent rules seemed to be present.

The two girls took their place in the kitchen, standing across from the men, at attention, hands behind back, tits out, chins up, butts clenched.

"What were we going to make them do, now?" Bill asked Chris, who couldn't seem to remember.

"You were going to let us have the rest of the day off to rest and recover?" Jamie said hopefully, yet with a tone of spritely humor.

"Funny Girl" her father smiled. "I am actually glad you can do this with a sense of humor, it really makes it easier ... for what I am about to have you do, go bring back the shaving cream, two hand mirrors some razors, some towels and our underwear, I am tired of sitting on the kitchen chair totally naked."

"What about the lotion?" Wendy asked

"Oh yeah, that is for after ... chop chop, sweet cheeks ... put some hustle in your step ... one, two, three four" he began to give cadence as if they were going to double-time it out of the room. They didn't really understand, but hustled none the less.

When they returned he had them lay out some towels, get two bowls of warm water, and sit on the floor to shave each other. "Hairless" is all he said as he scribbled on the notepad.

They sat on the floor and Wendy started to lotion herself up, while Jamie seemed a bit lost. Bill looked up "No, you aren't to lotion yourself or shave yourself ... Chris, handcuff your sister, so she doesn't try to do anything herself"

"With pleasure Dad!"

"Okay, you two figure it out, we want to be able to look up and watch, a good show. Wendy you lather her up, shave her hairless as a baby's butt, when you are done, send her over, we'll inspect and if you did good, we'll handcuff you and she can return the favor ... if either of you cheat, it's back over the knee again."

As the Wendy began to gingerly and delicately apply the lotion and shave her daughter, noticing patches of peach fuzz, and places like the back of her leg that a little tuft of pale blonde hair grew that Jamie may never have even realized Wendy asked absentmindedly "What is it with guys wanting to see hairless anyway? Doesn't a sexy Brazilian strip do anything for you?"

Chris joked "Mom, this isn't Dad's old 1980s playboys, we don't want to see furburgers"

Jamie didn't get the reference, but whatever it was, it made her smirk and scrunch her nose reflexively.

Bill said "You are going to groom yourself, completely hairless except for the tops of your head. That includes any potential little mustache or glory trails you girls got going on" causing the two women to wonder if he was singling them out. Neither of them were aware they had either.

"You will also learn team work, reliance on each other to get a task done. As hairless as you came into the world, you are being reborn, and you'll maintain your hairless status so we can have an unrestricted view of your cunts, and asses ... because frankly, it makes us giggle, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" Wendy replied crisply, regretting the question for the answer she received.

"Stop being so gentle, a little knick is nothing compared to the swats you'll receive for going to slow ... go ahead and pull her apart, and really make sure there is no hair. It's for her own good, because if there is, we'll be taking it off with duct tape AND punishing you!"

Wendy picked up the pace, and when she felt using wash rag and razor she had completely removed every bit of peachfuzz, stubble and stray hair from behind every little nook and cranny other than her daughter's scalp, she said "Okay, ready"

It had taken a good 15 minutes to get to that point. "Wendy, you are such a perfectionist!! took too long, should that be one of their shortcomings or a good thing?" Bill observed, as he apparently was making a list of pros and cons about his wife.

Jamie feeling the razor sting from the cool air, rose shakily to her dad and stood there, while being ignored. She waited a few minutes and then cleared her throat, her dad continued to ignore her. "Um Sir, I am ready for my inspection, when you are?" she finally offered meekly.

"Good Girl, okay when I am ready, go stand on the towel at attention of course" and making Wendy and Jamie wait for three minutes while they dithered and dabbled with their notepad, having just chided them about taking to long the two rose and walked over to where she she stood.

They looked Jamie up and down, like you would a horse you were about to buy, or a new car. Circling her, Chris reached out his hand and stuck it in her mouth, pulling apart her lips to look at her teeth.

Wendy said "I didn't shave her teeth?" curious, what Chris might be doing and convinced there may be something not quite right about him.

Chris didn't answer, he just kept looking at her mouth, and teeth like a doctor who may have spotted something of interest. "Uh huh ... very interesting..."

Bill began to massage her legs, feeling up and down for smoothness. "Okay Bend over at the waist"

Jamie swallowed, and you could hear a pin drop as the two men waited to hear Wendy's customary objections. There were none this time.

"Hold your cheeks apart, while we have a look."

Bill and Chris couldn't see but Wendy was pretty sure her daughter just rolled her eyes as she reached behind her to lift her tight cheeks up and apart. It was a perfectly cherry pink butthole with slightly puffy pussy lips, and not a stray hair to be seen. "Chris ... uh, do you want to check for hair?" Bill asked nervously.

"Isnt that what we are doing?" Chris asked dumbstruck

"Well, you can't see any, but you've got to run your hand along the outline of her ... um pussy and asshole nub, to make sure ... just like the boobs and everywhere else..."

"I see ... for Science!" Chris said making light of his Sisters predicament. He kind of wanted to see her face as he took his time, with his fat ham fingers lightly caressing all the most until today private of places.

"I bet there are some jocks at school, that would pay big bucks for this privilege" Chris said confirming no hair.

"Yah, I bet. But it's not really a privilege, its teaching them that their pussy and ass isn't a gift, or special, it's just two holes of three they carry around with them to pay checks they write that their mouth opens up for them. It's our duty as men to decide what is attractive FOR them, and to make sure they don't cheat or take shortcuts"

"Ouch!!" Chris said pointing out how harsh it was, before they dismissed Jamie to shave her mom and switched the handcuffs around.

As the men went back to their doodling in "Bill's Bill", there was a slight shriek. They looked up to see Wendy on all fours, clutching her butt cheeks with both cuffs, a small trickle of blood and Jamie saying "Sorry!! Sorry!!"

"Oh dear, go get a little alcohol and band aids from the medicine cabinet" Bill ordered his daughter, while Wendy pleaded it was just a tiny cut, not to worry. However soon she let out a little "owie!!" as the alcohol was poured down her buttcheeks and Chris applied the bandage to the inner part of the left butt cheek right next to the ass nub. A tiny stray wild black hair and a freckle that made Chris wonder if it was a tiny speck of poop, but he had seen it all morning and assumed it was a mole or something.

"Okay, Jamie just kiss the boo-boo to make it feel better, and get back to it"

"Kiss her ass?"

"Sure, you have a problem with kissing ass? You'll be kissing ours all week"

"Figuratively or literally?" Jamie said, not quite sure if it was a joke or a serious question.

Bill smiled "I am in the middle of working all that out, get to it ... Wendy cant kiss her own boo-boo, and she kissed yours anytime you had a scraped knee as a little girl. It is the least you can do as a favor.

Taking a deep breath, and planting a smooch on her mom's butt with a bit of a mock sense of excitement, almost patronizing in how she did it. Chris noted "She always makes those duck lips, you ever noticed that?"

"Duck lips? On her pussy?"

"Hah, no ... you know Duck lips? On facebook ... kissing faces while they take endless pictures of themselves and post them at various places on the internet." Chris said, but Bill really didn't care about the first part, just noting "Hmmm, post endless pictures of them on Facebook?" and wrote something down.

After they repeated Wendy's inspection and declared other than the minor blemish of the bandaid that "Well you two twats need practice shaving each other, but you'll learn from the pain, how to have a little more patience and hold the razors steady ... we did ... now it's time to lube up ... errr lotion up"

Wendy and Jamie sighed, they would now have to get on the mattress a bit like Olympic wrestlers with bodies intertwined and lotion each other up, face, nose, neck, chest, arms, ass, legs, feet, everywhere.

Even though the guys were sitting in underwear, and had cum just a few hours earlier, their dicks were once again hard. There was no denying it was fun to watch this and it distracted them from working on their rules.

"Okay, ordinarily we'd inspect again, but we got an eyeful that you were pretty good about getting in and out of every little place, besides if you come back with a sunburn, we'll know what spot you missed and you'll learn ... well good news for you ... you can fill up an enema bottle with water, take it outside and lay in the backyard in those sticky, lawn chairs that are all mildewed up you put us on."

"May we clean them sir?" Wendy asked apologetic in her tone.

"Did you tell us too, when you were the boss?" Bill asked smiling, but being somewhat sinister in his tone.

"No sir, but you did not let us know they were mildewed. I would have let you if you asked."

"Fine, fine ... it gets really quiet out there, Chris take the radio out there and set it to weather, or Country, neither of them like that, turn it up, and make sure to tight their wrists and ankles to the lawn chair.

Taking some cord, Chris dutifully walked his mother and sister outside to their wooden fenced in back yard. The grass had been mowed recently, but it gave them both the prickly sensation on the bottom of their tender feet.

Rosco the family dog was outside, barking around his dog house, happily on HIS chain. Oblivious to the power-exchange happening in his owners family. The appearance of Chris and the girls, made his tongue come out like he was smiling, flicking the air.

"Rosco, shush" Chris said, making a mental note that the girls will be the ones feeding him from now on everyday.

The girls sprayed off the rusty lawn chairs, which hadn' seen this much use in the last few weeks, then since when they bought them years ago. Setting down their water (enema) bottles, to get on the lawn chairs, wondering if neighbors on any of the three sides would get a view.

"Oh first lay flat on the ground"

"What why? Dad didn't say" Jamie asked a little defiantly.

"Am I the boss of you too?"

"Yes Sir"

"Then I say lay on your backs on the grass..." he had the two of them first lay down flat, then roll over on their face, and make snow angels. His mom once again wondered "The boy's not right"

That is until seated on the lawn chairs, laying out for a few minutes that the grass itch kicked in. It was insidious, they couldn't scratch at all when they started to feel the sensation, an almost burning.

He had made them lay spread eagle, each hand tied above their head to the top of the lawn chair, and each leg tied to the bottom leg of the chair. There was no moving, only a wild unsatisfying dance, wiggling, as they both expressed their discomfort to each other. Chris for his part had turned on the radio and gone inside, making them wonder what good the water bottles would do them tied up. "Another thing your father doesn't think out as well as he should" Wendy said trying to focus less on the grass itch as it worked its way over her raw, tender body.

"On the bright side, it could be worse" Wendy said

"How?"

"Well ... we aren't gagged, so we can talk over the Country music ... and there could be ants!" the two laughed at their shared misfortune for some reason.

Jamie was thinking quietly as the sun baked her perfect little body from overhead, they had made a little small talk about the weather and how long the sun is likely to last, realizing it would probably be at least until 4pm and that neither had stopped to go to the bathroom, and could certainly use more to drink and eat.

"You know" Jamie said quietly after a long pause "One thing we COULD do is actually be gung ho about this, agree to whatever they want, act like we are actually having fun ... like Chris new we'd get grass itch, what if we pretended we wanted it, wanted more of it? Wouldn't that freak them out, take the fun out of it for them since its not bothering us"

"Then your father would probably go ahead and do more of it to us, since it still amuses him." Wendy said trying to picture that scenario and how it would play out. "Besides, that would mean us asking for more of this ... I think we are better off playing it straight, we want to let them have their time to shine, to win, to get their pay back, but we are also wanting it to be fair, and not so bad, we can't walk because we are bowl legged"

"Mom!!" Jamie chided on the bowl legged comment. She wasn't sure what her mom meant about how they'd get that way, but she had some idea.

"Speaking of which, I am kind of disappointed."

"Oh? Regretting our situation?" Jamie asked.

"No, not that ... I mean, sure it sucks, I am sweating already, and I don't think they are going to rotate us for a while ... I meant, that you never told me you had been with boys."

"Do you not remember me asking for birth control?"

"Yes of course, and I didn't tell your father, but that was because the doctor thought it would even you out, make you less moody around your period ... not really for sexual experimentation ... although I am sure your father would have thought that was its only purpose..."

"Yes, and it is. I mean, if I got raped or something, I guess it would be good to be on it"

"Jamie Taylor, talking about Rape!" her mom said in a condescending tone to express her dissapproval that they would even consider a topic.

"Uh mom ... look, we are both naked as jaybirds, tied to lawn chairs, you don't think rape is a distinct possibility?"

"Well, I don't think by your father or Chris, I mean ... the touching and the hand jobs, that is I think as far as they are going to go ... even as gross as they are being, I know they have their lines." she said as much for her daughter's benefit as her own to hear those words.

"Well, yeah, but what if someone hopped the fence and said "Hi there, what are you doing?" and decided to rape two helpless females sunning in the Saturday afternoon sun naked.

Wendy wiggled her butt awkwardly in the chair "It's grass itch still"

"Funny" Jamie smiled "Mine seems to have gone away"

"Well your butts not as big as mine ... changing the subject" Wendy said suddenly aware that her daughter was implying she had gotten a little turned on by the helpless female fantasy. "Look, you told your dad and chris that you had touched men's dicks, but you didn't tell me first?"

"It was private, Mom ... I didn't think I had to tell you EVERYTHING" her eyes going wide in a comic effect to put the emphasis on the last word.

"Well, I understand. At your age, I didn't tell my mom EVERYTHING" Wendy mimicked her daughters tone "But, I guess I just thought we were closer than that"

"Mom, I just SHAVED YOUR BUTT!!" Jamie said with the same kidding inflection "that is pretty close, right?"

"Well just tell me from now on, whatever happens? Especially during our self-imposed incarceration?"

"Did you tell me that you were milking them? Giving them enemas?"

"No, but my reasons were to protect you from things you should not have been exposed too!" Wendy corrected.

"And here I am drinking from an enema bottle that has probably been in Dad or Chris's butt? Good protection, Mom"

Wendy got silent, almost crying "Some secrets a woman deserves to have, you have yours ... just forgive me ... look, you are right, this is crazy, what we are doing hanging out here today like this, let's go to your father and call this off. He'll be relieved, his scratch pads are all doodles."

"Are you kidding? No, don't take it like that Mom ... I have to say, that I can't quite explain this, but I am actually kind of amused by this? That doesn't sound right, but I kinda want to see what they do next. I mean at the same time, yeah I hate it, but there is almost this weird adventure about this..."

"What about my not protecting you?" Wendy said a little defensively.

"Okay, that was the wrong choice of words ... who could predict things would turn out like this? Didn't see this one coming. I guess what I mean by adventure, is its you and me, Thelma and Louise, facing it together ... if it was just you out here, and I was inside, I would feel like shit."

Wendy knotted her brow, her daughter seldom cussed around her. "Vulgarity?"

"Mom, for two weeks, we are down in the shit, this is the shit we created ourselves. We have to admit it, face facts. Whatever we do now, even between each other, its not going to be held against us. You know I didn't want to rub you down with lotion, but you are worried if I cuss a little?"

"It's so confusing, Jamie. I mean everything is so upside down, now to hear you say, you are actually a little amused at this?"

"Well, let me put it this way. I can say that now when its just you and me, and no one else is listening. But, sure when Dad and Chris were checking up around my butt and all that, yeah I was about to give birth to the butterflies living in my stomach, I wanted nothing more than to panic and run out of the room.

"And you were very brave to let them do it, I was surprised they had you go first." Wendy was about to make a comment when the two of them heard laughing.

A tittering, giggle. Their chairs faced the back of the house to catch as much of the sun, not towards the fence. So they couldn't turn their heads around far enough to see where it was coming from. They got quiet.

Boy #1 "They've got bikinis on, I am sure of it"

Boy #2 "Like hell, I can see their boobs from here"

Boy #1 "Who would sit out topless?"

Boy #2 "shhh, keep it down, they've stopped talking, I am not sure if they can hear us."

Boy #1 "Dude, they can't hear us, because we are behind a fence."

Boy #2 "Good point, I couldn't make out what they were saying, sound like a couple country bitches, who listen to Randy Travis"

Boy #1 "You think they are our age?"

Boy #2 "No, probably really old like 18 or something."

The girls were in panic/shock mode, they said not a word for the next hour. They didn't hear the boys again, just suspected they may be behind them.

When Chris finally came out to turn them over, their bodies were a toasty red warm, their eyes squinting from lack of sunglasses.

"Hey, Dad sent me out here to turn you over"

"Shhhhhh" Wendy hushed him, whispering for him to come closer, and Chris got a few inches from her face to listen. A very awkward invasion of her personal space, one she'd have to grow to accept. She wasn't really thinking about that at the moment when she said "I think there are some neighborhood boys who can see us, will you bring us a towel and let us in?"

Chris reply was as clear as crystal. He let a long strand of spit fall from his lips into his mothers face slowly dangling until it touched her nose.

"Any boys here?" He yelled really loud. "I think they are gone mom, time to turn you over"

Wendy said nothing as he untied her just enough to flip her, leaving her wrists crossed behind her head.

"Dad said, in the future, we could let you lay with your wrists free if you hold your ass cheeks apart, which would you prefer?"

"Um, how you got us is fine" Jamie replied "Sir"

"Did you like the grass itch?"

"Yes, very much, would you like to make us roll around on the ground again Sir?" Jamie said almost playfully.

"Uh ... no" Chris replied. "I've got something else I am supposed to do, sitting on their lower backs fully dressed, the weight of a 240lb teenager was not particularly easy to bare. He applied more sunscreen to their back, and they could distinctly tell he was making sure to use his finger to write letters. "We'll see how this turns out."

"What does it say sir?" Jamie asked with a mock sort of pleasing tone.

"Yours says 'Fuck Me', and mom's says 'In the Butt'."

"Oh that is hilarious!! When we stand next to each other, it will spell out Fuck me in the butt, like a suggestion to guys, good one Master Chris!" Jamie was pouring on the cheerleader positivity.

"Uh ... yeah, whatever ... okay, if those boys come back, invite them in." the Girls certainly had no intention of doing that, but they both replied "Yes Sir" as he left and went back in the sliding glass door.

"See I told you" Wendy pointed out "It confused Chris, you were trying to be so helpful and positive, that he didn't know how to react"

"Yah, I figured maybe we could keep him off guard"

"What if it backfires and he just decides if that doesn't impress you, he needs to make it worse? To get the reaction he was looking for."

"Oh shit, yeah ... I forgot about that."