Cousins Don't Need Modesty (Illustrated)

“I suppose the brushes won’t be going back up their arses now, either?” Archie regarded me as if I was coddling his sisters and was clearly disappointed they wouldn't have stuffed bums any longer. It was the kind of disappointment one would have that they didn't get dessert after a nice steak dinner.

“I thought I’d give them a little reprieve so that they could air out their tight little buttholes,” I decided. “They still have to tell their mom what they did and show her when she gets home.”

“Wuff, Mister Dalton, we’ve been well-behaved,” Betty sat up on her knees, begging with her hands in front of her peach-shaped tits, and smiled at me. I assumed she was going to ask me not to tell her mom what they did with the brushes. I was ready to deny that request – one of the brushes they had used had belonged to my Aunt, and I wasn’t going to let them out of that. “Can we put the brushes in our cunnies? We need proper tails to be puppies.”

“Aye, we’ll end up with it back up our holes again before Mum comes home; I’d like to clean mine off proper, and I don’t mind using it as a tail.”

The girls were clearly enthusiastic about getting themselves off again.

“First off, it’s not YOUR brush; one of them was mine, and the other belonged to Mum. Secondly, you two are being punished for playing with yourselves while you were in the loo, yeah? So, when you go on about how you wouldn’t mind, it sounds like you’re doing the two of us a fucking favor—like we should be grateful you’re getting your jollies instead of actually learning something. Lastly, have you ever seen a puppy with a tail sticking out of its cunning? It goes up your arse!”

“I’ve never seen a dog with a tail sticking out of its arse, either,” Archie snickered. “You are as horny and mangy as dogs, smell like them, and probably have as many fleas, but you’ll never have the proper tails.”

“It’s just pretend, Mister Archie!” Betty pouted with disappointment.

“Aye, we are just playing at being puppies,” Veronica agreed.

“I’d rather you play at being proper sisters and get off your lazy bums and make me a cup of tea when I ask,” Archie patted the girls on the top of their heads. His voice was laced with mock sweetness, the kind that barely concealed a smirk. Every word dripped with exaggerated patience, like he was humoring a child who insisted they were a grown-up.

My sister would have never pretended to be a dog for my amusement, much less her own. However, she would have certainly told me to fuck off and get my own tea if I had made the same statement to her. She would have certainly never tolerated Archie’s playful condescension the way his sisters did. I envied him for that.

“This is more fun than making a cup of tea,” Betty pouted apologetically before asking eagerly what the next contest would be – punctuating it with a quick series of yappy barks.

“Horniest dog,” I decided. I hadn’t given it much thought but decided that I’d make an attempt to let the girls play with themselves again. Betty and Veronica seemed eager to find out more, but Archie sighed and shifted in his seat.

“Pshaw, is all this just an excuse to watch my sisters finger fuck themselves to happy town?” Archie seemed disappointed with my lack of creativity. I decided that I had to make it seem different than the last session.

“Get your mother’s dildo. I am sure you both know where it is,” I said firmly. Veronica and Betty looked confused when I gave them that instruction.

“Are we to get in trouble again?” Veronica pouted nervously.

“Only if you don’t crawl into her bedroom and get the dildo. You already had it in your quim, so it’s not like you will be in any less trouble for playing with yourselves.”

“I thought we were already punished for that,” Betty seemed calmly reluctant to do as I told her as well.

“You are still going to tell your mom what you did with her toys. Now, get the dildo before I change my mind and decide to play whack-the-puppy’s ass with a wooden paddle instead!”

The girls were off quickly, racing on all fours down the hallway to get the dildo. “Bring it back in your mouth!”

“Is there a prize for the pup that gets it first?” Veronica yipped down the hallway toward her mother’s room eagerly.

“Nope, you are a team. You have to work together!”

The girls giggled and tussled, snapping at each other like playful pups as they bounded back. Veronica came out on top, her teeth clamped triumphantly around the purple dildo, her eyes sparkling with victory. Betty bounded after her sister, giggling as she kept pace on all fours, their movements fluid, practiced—almost second nature now. They crawled with ease, backs arched, hips swaying slightly with each step, their knees barely skimming the floor. They kept their knees slightly bent, which forced their tiny butts up in the air-exposing their wet hairy little pussies.

There was no hesitation left, no self-conscious glances—if anything, I doubted they’d even think to stand upright now. Walking would feel more unnatural to them than scrambling to outdo each other in the game.

Veronica trotted straight up to me, dropping the purple dildo at my feet with a pleased little huff, as if expecting a reward for carrying it like a dog with a bone.

Archie watched with a smirk, shaking his head. “Shame you don’t move your arses that quick when I tell you to get the door or clean my bloody room.”

“Good girls,” I patted them on the head and placed the dildo on its base – sitting upright in their kitchen. “Alright, back-to-back, I want you to hover over this!”

The base of the dildo was sticky and flat – enough that it could be placed on the kitchen tile and not fall over. However, it wasn’t stable. The shaft and latex cock head wobbled precariously.

“Are we meant to fuck ourselves on the dildo in front of you and Archie?” Betty scrunched her nose with a bit of confusion as she assumed the position, kneeling with her pussy over the dildo. Her sister pushed her back and butt up against hers. Their pussies were dripping – so there was no question that the two of them were horny and eager to play whatever game I had in mind. I was surprised that they were reluctant at all.

“Why? Is it something you should be ashamed of doing? You didn’t have a problem when I masturbated you with your toothbrushes.”

“That was different; we didn’t have any choice in that,” Veronica agreed. Their pussies were dripping wet as they knelt, butt cheeks touching. Their mother’s purple dildo wobbled between the cracks of their sweet little asses.
“You enjoyed it, though, right?” I asked.

“Oh, Aye, I think you could tell that, Mister Dalton,” Veronica blushed, refusing to make eye contact with me.

“Then, I think you are going to enjoy this next contest,” I assured her. I instructed the girls to spread their asses and rest the dildo between their cheeks. I assumed that they could stabilize it so that it wouldn’t fall over as long as they pressed their cheeks together to “Grip” it.

“I know you mean to laugh at us, Mister Dalton,” Betty looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes. “I don’t mind giving this a go, but I’ve never had something this big in my arse. I think it may hurt a bit.”

Betty was clearly willing to fuck her ass with the dildo. I think Veronica was as well, because she didn’t argue – only looked straight ahead while her cheeks turned beet red.

“You’ve had this contest easy, got to fill your gobs with biscuits and pizza, while Mister Dalton gave you a thrill. He loosened up your stink holes; you should be thanking your lucky stars that we are willing to sit here and watch you desperately fuck your arses. If it’s a bit uncomfortable, it’s probably meant to be – to teach you not to play with yourselves,” Archie explained with a sardonic and impatient look on his face. He didn’t sound evil. Instead, he sounded like he thought the girls should be far more grateful for the opportunity to fuck themselves in front of us.

I saw that Betty and Veronica were about to protest, or pout, but I silenced them by making a shushing sound. “I never said you’d be fucking the dildo with your arses ... I mean asses,” I was picking up their British vernacular. “You are going to sing that chicken song, flap your arms, and take turns fucking the dildo with your pussies.”

Betty and Veronica grinned wickedly, while Archie protested. “This lot get to play Musical cunnies? How is that fair?”

I assumed it would be extremely humiliating for the girls to fuck themselves in the kitchen, and I was going to make it increasingly so by having them sing that silly nursery rhyme and share the same dildo while flapping their arms like chicken wings. However, the girls were eager to give it a go – thrilled by the prospect.

“I am sure there is a catch, Mister Archie,” Veronica looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes to plead for pity. The girls clearly expected there to be some twist to the game that they would not enjoy.

I didn’t have a twist – this WAS the full game. I hadn’t expected the girls to be so eager. They were already sliding their ass cracks up and down the shaft of the dildo.

“Yes, I’ll signal you to go faster, or slower, and stop. You are to fuck yourself all the way down as far as you can on the dildo, and slide off completely to the pace that I set. You are not allowed to cum until I tell you, and the girl whose quim is on the dildo the most times when I say stop will be allowed to fuck herself to orgasm,” I hastily added another stipulation.

Archie thought I was coddling his sisters and nearly got up in disgust to leave the kitchen. His sisters were excited to begin. They were still a bit nervous that they were going to get in trouble. “Are we going to be allowed to wank around our brother; from now on?” Betty’s tone was circumspect – uncertain if this was a trap.

“You want to be able to play with yourselves around Archie?” I asked curiously. I assumed even my cousins would want privacy when they masturbated.

“These two horny twaddles would polish a doorknob with their oily quims if they were allowed to fuck the doors,” Archie answered for the girls that they would love to play with themselves.

“Ooh, aye, could you imagine being able to back up into a doorknob and have my way with it?” Veronica closed her eyes and imagined the scenario – wiggling her butt like a duck shaking off water after a swim.

“Caw, me on one side of the door, and you on the other, going at it?” Betty flashed a naughty smile as she looked over her shoulder at her sister.

“See what I mean? Usually, when I walk into their room and my horny sisters are fucking themselves, I tell Mum, and she lights up their arses with a paddle. Mum would be beside herself right now that you are indulging the perverted twat-flaps this way.”

It was a bit too late to re-think my contest, and I wanted to watch it. I told Mister Archie that he was free to leave the kitchen if he didn’t want to watch; but that since the girls masturbated anyway, I was going to allow them to do so during a contest. I clapped my hands and told the girls to start singing and fucking themselves.

“Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me...” the girls laughed and giggled as they awkwardly slid up bumped their tight butt cheeks for the honor of being the first one to slide down the dildo. “Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want some for my tea!” they snickered and laughed.

“Veronica first since she won the last game!” I decided. Betty humped herself down on the dildo, her pink pussy lips enveloping it as she impaled herself about six inches down the shaft and slowed down her singing to give herself more time. Betty kept her ass in contact with her sister’s pussy as she guided herself down along with her – keeping time with the song.

“Hey, she has to sing in time to the lyrics!” Betty pouted. Veronica obliged and continued singing the silly song at the same tempo.

“Now good old Farmer Haystack is the cleverest of men,” Betty and Veronica crowed together, flapping their arms like chickens, snickering and giggling while Betty took a turn on the dildo. “He cuts a rasher off a pig, and he shouts to a hen...”

“Faster!” I said as I spun my hand so that they would increase their tempo – their pussies were dripping, and they slid easily up and down the dildo like pistons firing in an engine.

“A-Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me. Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want some for my tea!”

I could see their cute little pussies spread out, and grip the dildo, as their faces became flush with embarrassment and their nipples stiffened. I

“I haven’t had an egg since Easter, and now it’s half-past three, So chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me,” they sang, flapped, and dipped down and back up on the dildo- taking turns, but keeping their ass cheeks touching.

I could imagine an egg dropping out of their cute asses – it was fascinating watching them take turns fucking themselves. “Faster still!” I directed them.

The girls obliged, picking up the pace, “Now Rip-Van-Winkle woke up after twenty years or more, He found a bird’s nest in his beard and shouted out, “Oh ... ooh ... ooh ... Lor’!” Veronica embellished the lines from the song to give herself enough time to wobble and spring up and down on the dildo. Their naughty grins were full of desire – making me extremely turned on.

“Honestly, now!” If Archie was turned on, he didn’t let on. He crossed his legs and expressed his displeasure with the scenario. “Surely, you’ve a plan to humiliate them and not just indulge them?” he asked me quietly.

“How is flapping their arms like a chicken, singing this song, and fucking themselves in front of us not embarrassing?” I asked him in a whisper while never taking my eyes off the girls having fun, taking turns fucking themselves and singing. “Wouldn’t you be embarrassed if the shoe was on the other foot?”

“You keep asking how I’d feel if I were them. I’d never take the bait and do something like this, nor would anyone ask me to pleasure myself at their feet in the kitchen. I’ve too much self-respect and dignity. The only way my sisters might be truly embarrassed getting their rocks off is if only one of them went to do it while the other had to watch.”

“What if that handsome guy Brian Winsome were watching or some of their girlfriends from school?” I asked – watching Betty bob up and down and get into waving her hands like a chicken. The girls were in sync now – helping each other by sliding in time to their song.

“They may care what Brian thinks of them, but who cares what some other chin wagging tart from school thinks about them? Those slags would just as likely wish they were joining these two on the floor, wouldn’t they?”

Archie’s opinion of girls was that they were all horny, attention-seeking tarts without a need for modesty. He may have been correct about a good many of the girls that went to my school. “I am sure that some would be jealous, but others would look down their noses with derision and tease them?”

“Aye, that’s the only thing vacant-eyed gossip machines are good for besides polishing knobs. I am sure my sisters would whinge about their reputations if I invited my mates over to watch them riding their mum’s fanny ticklers. They’d still love the attention, though – look at the brainless hens having the time of their lives squeezing out cum juice on the floor like they are trying to juice two sour lemons.”

“Slow down, much slower,” I moved my fingers in a slow circle. My cousins had worked themselves into a frenzy of frothy cum, taking turns fucking the dildo, and their singing had become eradicated – out of synch and hard to follow.

Betty and Veronica grinned, loving the attention and the pleasurable sensations. “So ... chick ... chick ... chick...” Betty mused as she slid down on the dildo slowly – giving herself a tingling sensation.

“Remember, you aren’t to cum, you drippy mare,” Archie warned his sister as he sat back and watched the girls fuck themselves in slow motion.

I decided to pick up their toothbrushes. I washed them off in the sink while they continued to slowly fuck themselves. At first, they luxuriated on the dildo as they stretched out their pussies and rode it to the base, and then lost patience as they pressed their butt cheeks together and slid down while their sister satisfied herself.

“You said it yourself, Archie,” I explained as I sniffed the brush to ensure it was clean and didn’t smell like sweaty ass. “Your sisters will be tempted to sneak off and play with themselves all night, but if I let them get off, they’ll be satiated and be easier to manage.”

That hadn’t been part of my original plan. I just wanted an excuse to watch the girls fuck themselves. I initially made them share the dildo because I wasn’t sure if I would get in trouble if my Aunt discovered I let them use a second dildo. They had already used the purple one – so it seemed like the damage was already done.

I slowly squatted in front of Betty and began to brush the pink clit above her hair pussy. Her eyes widened in recognition as she saw that I was going to give her additional pleasure while she fucked herself down on the dildo in the kneeling position. She continued to sing the nursery rhyme like it was second nature. “Chick ... chick ... chick...” she sang as she began to instinctively stop flapping her arms like a chicken and moved her hands to help guide the toothbrush.

I slapped her arms away lightly and reminded her to keep flapping. “Speed up a little, that’s it,” I wanted her to feel vulnerable, without control. I could imagine what it would be like if my sister was applying a wet toothbrush to the vein throbbing under my cock while I had to slide up to masturbate myself. The fact that I couldn’t use my own hands would make me feel less in control and uncomfortable.

That feeling seemed to turn Betty on – because she parted her lips invitingly, and a little spit dribbled out in the sexiest way.

“What’s he doing? No fair,” Veronica asked angrily in between lyrics.

“It’s not fair you two gobshite slags get to have a jerk-off session in the kitchen, thank your lucky stars,” Archie teased his older sister. He informed me that nothing could satisfy their level of horniness. “There’s no satisfying slags like Betty and Veronica, is there?” he asked. “You let them hump their quims until they are bruised and purple and then give one of the gobby whores some attention that the other doesn’t have, and they’ll prove it to you.”

I slid over to reach around and use the other brush on Veronica’s clit while Archie continued complaining about the female condition of his sisters. “It doesn’t work like it does for guys. You wind us up until we pop our load, and then we crack on with it. But them?” Archie jerked his head toward the girls, smirking. “You could wind ‘em up all fucking night, and they’d only want more—climbing your leg like a randy mutt, desperate to snatch whatever they think the other one’s got that they haven’t.”

Veronica didn’t deny it. She parted her legs and smiled invitingly as I rubbed the toothbrush bristles on her clit. “Faster sluts,” I instructed.

At first, they didn’t sing any faster. They simply fucked themselves faster on the dildo – taking their time when it was their turn to wobble on the dildo. The chicken song no longer had any connection to the rhythm of their movements.

I loved the musky scent of their pussies, as the two of them hammered themselves down on the dildo like they were driving railroad spikes. I noticed sometimes they slowly slid down around the dildo, and other times they shot down – but they always took their time gliding back up off of it.

My cousin’s tight pussies gripped the dildo like a glove, sometimes pulling itself inside out as their sticky pussy lips clung to the dildo. I realized that neither of them seemed uncomfortable with the idea of being watched, much less sharing a dildo, even though they had both coated it in their own pussy juices.

“Stop!” I insisted. The girls abruptly stopped while their bodies shuddered, and their eyebrows knotted. Betty’s pussy was still wrapped around the dildo, and she writhed a little.

“Betty won that one,” I noted before asking them if what Archie said was true.

“Honestly, I wasn’t listening,” Veronica admitted with a half-laugh, and Betty echoed that sentiment.

“He said that if I wind you up, it only makes you hornier and won’t satisfy you. If I let you play this game, are you going to try to masturbate without permission later?” I asked as I removed the toothbrushes from their clits.

“Oh, um, we’d try not to have a go with ourselves, but it’s hard when you have us so turned on,” Veronica bit her lip, moving one of her hands to stimulate her erect, stiff nipple.

“Aye, Archie’s not wrong when he calls us filthy cows, but please let us keep playing, Mister Dalton. We’ve never played a game like this – and we get to have a proper orgasm at the end?” Betty asked.

“It’s Mister Archie!” he corrected before asking, “What use do naughty girls have with orgasms? It’s not like you have done fuck all around here to deserve one, and now you’ve got Mister Dalton so desperate to keep order that he’s willing to let you two shag yourselves for a promise from two girls that they can keep their hands off their slits? You should have soap in your mouth, and paddles on your arses – that’ll learn you to respect the babysitter.”

“Aye, we should, but we didn’t ask for this, and we didn’t manipulate you,” Betty looked up at me with her bright blue eyes. She was right about that. Her lips were parted in such a way that I could only think about sinking my dick in her throat. I instinctively placed the toothbrush that I had been using to massage her sister’s clit in her mouth, and she accepted it - sucking it like a dick. I did the same for Veronica and instructed them to continue fucking themselves.

They sang a little around the toothbrushes, but both of them sucked so lovingly on them that it felt very much like they were both giving me head. I felt like I could have pulled out my dick and fed it to them. I can’t tell you why I drew the line at that. I was already watching them masturbate and simulate fellatio.

I guess the fact that they were my cousins, and Archie was sitting in the kitchen was enough to dissuade me that I couldn’t just unzip my pants and slide my cock into their cute little British mouths. I used the wet toothbrush on their nipples, slid it between their ass crack, over their assholes and clits, and teased them while they sang the chick-chick song. This round they were far more into it – sexually hypnotic about their movements.

This was sex – or at least sexual. It had long since stopped being a game, or a punishment, or a lesson or whatever it is that I said it was when we began. I was having some sort of sexual experience with my cousins whether we wanted to acknowledge it or not.

I didn’t notice that Archie had left the kitchen, until I felt a stream of water from his water gun hit me in the leg.

“Fuck this,” he said. “You’ve wound these two twat flaps enough,” he started spraying their pussies, tits and faces with water. They giggled and tried to continue fucking until they fell over on the floor, writhing about.

“What are you doing?”

“Hosing these beasts down, they’ve gotten two hot and heavy, and frankly, you have as well. You look like you are about to bend them over the table and have a go. If that’s your aim then have at it, but I’ll not sit here and watch this play out any longer. It’s time to clean them up these twits and hose them down!””

Archie’s determined expression as he pumped his water gun made me laugh. I conceded the game had gone a bit far. The girls didn’t defend themselves very much. Instead, they squeaked, croaked, complained and flopped around like fish on the tile floor while Archie sprayed them down.

“Imagine if I walked around with my hard tally-whacker flopping everywhere, you would know I’m thinking dirty thoughts,” Archie squirted the girls with water mercilessly in their faces, pussies, tummies and legs as they flopped around on the floor and giggled.

“Oh no! we’d have to see your beans and franks, how terrible that would be to have a hard cock about,” Veronica joked – clearly she would have been delighted to see a hard pecker, even if it belonged to her brother. “Everyone has perverted thoughts all the time – we wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

Archie’s response was to pump his water gun and squirt his raven-haired sister in the face a few times before answering “Not ALL of the time like you lot; you have sex on the brain. You walk around here with your squirty flappers between your legs getting pussy juice all over the floor. Your fishy quim juice is so thick I might slip and fall. You stick your tiny boobs and dirty pooh holes in our faces, like you’ve something to be proud of. Imagine if we crawled about, sticking our dirty bums up in the air! You’d want to spray us down as well!”

Archie sprayed Betty’s ass crack a few times.

“Sorry, we’ll take a bath soon enough, I am sure. We’ve one more game, Mister Archie. Stop, please!” Betty laughed, and held her mouth open, offering her tongue as a target for Archie to squirt with his water gun. “Arf! We know we are dirty slags, with dirty girl parts. There isn’t much I can do about having a pooh hole. If you are going to spray us down, give us a drink then?”

Archie pumped the water gun several times, preparing to squirt it into his sister’s throat. She patiently waited on her knees with her mouth open, and then at the last minute he sprayed her nose and eyes.

“Arrrrr, that wasn’t very nice!” she wiped her face with her bare wrists; but didn’t retaliate.

“It wasn’t meant to be. I got tired of watching you lot fuck yourself on the tile. This isn’t a puppy contest at all. Puppies jump through hoops and over fences, perform tricks, and all you perverted munters have done is behave like sluts.”

“Slut puppies,” I mused. The girls giggled when I said that. I think that I could have said anything at that point and my cousins would have found it amusing. They were in high spirits after the last game, and they regarded me as either an ally; or a dumb putz that was going to let them get away with doing things they weren’t allowed to do. One thing was for sure, they wanted to play the game and see who won.

“We’ve not been asked what we’d be competing in, Mister Archie. You don’t have to spray us down. We’ll have a bath soon enough,” Veronica clarified. Archie squirted her in the mouth, catching his sister in the throat while she was speaking.

“Puppies should be bathed outside with a garden hose, you are lucky all I have is a water gun,” he said.

“Fine, we’ll wash up the puppies as our final game,” I decided.

“We’ll not have a proper bath?” Betty seemed surprised to hear that.

I smacked her bottom and reminded her that I wanted her to bark and that she was a puppy.

“Can we play until we cum outside? You said the winner of the last contest could have a proper orgasm?” Veronica asked politely before adding a couple yapping barks.

“That was before I knew that if I let you have an orgasm, it would only wind you up and make you want to play with yourself even more,” I said as I clipped an old leash that the neighbor gave us to her collar. I did the same to Betty and directed them to stand up.

“You have a sister, does our cousin Janis play this game at home with you?” Betty asked with a big smile.

I wasn’t prepared for that question. I hadn’t wanted to admit that I was playing this all by ear. I also didn’t want them talking to my sister and finding out that I’d never dare play a game like this with her at home or deny her an orgasm. I wanted my cousins to think that things worked much the same way they did at their house where I lived. I felt like that gave me more credibility, and I had already implied it.

“You lot can clean up the mess you made on the floor,” I changed the subject in a faux-British accent and directed them to grab mops to clean up the water. My cousin’s accents were cheeky, and it was easy to pick them up. “Your cousin Janis is a girl, so what do you think?” I added a vague comment to address the question they asked.

“That’s why I don’t understand why you want to allow my sisters to flaunt their little fannies – you’ve got a full-grown sister at home who’s out of high school. I am sure she is more than a handful,” Archie lamented as he sat down and folded his arms impatiently. He didn’t offer to help the girls clean up the mess that he made with the water gun. Instead, he periodically pointed out spots they missed with the mop and squirted them with the gun.

“As her brother, I’ve got a responsibility to keep order at home. My dad can’t do everything,” I smiled and implied that my father was the disciplinarian. In truth, he was not at all. He was seldom home because he was a traveling salesman and my parents’ marriage was on the rocks. I didn’t mention that though.

“What about your brother Michael. Does he help?” Archie asked.

“Michael is younger than you, but he keeps an eye on the women of the house. It’s our responsibility,” I lied.

“You discipline your mum as well, then?” Archie asked, raising an eyebrow. I noticed that the girls had heard the question and seemed intrigued. I didn’t discipline anyone at all – but I had already lied.

“It’s complicated, she’s a woman just like my Aunt, so obviously she doesn’t have a lot of sense, and needs some direction,” I lied. My mom was one of the smartest women that I’d ever met. She certainly didn’t need or take direction from me. I changed the subject, ordered the girls to put away the mops, refill their brother’s water gun, and then get down on all fours and crawl.

“I should make you sit on those mop handles and bob up and down for listening to my conversation with Archie,” I threatened my cousins. “You’d like that too much!”

“Arf, Arf!” Betty wagged her ass, stuck her tongue out and panted playfully. Veronica was not to be outdone; she did the same thing in response. I led the girls outside in the backyard, surprised that it was still light enough that we could see well.

I had no idea what I was doing or how I was going to do it. I began to hose the girls down with a garden hose while they played in the yard. They barked and yapped with playful abandon – not concerned at all that they might be seen by their neighbors if they looked over the fence.

“Are you not going to use soap?” Archie asked me. I hadn’t thought about it. “The only soap I use on my sister is in her mouth,” I lied. I felt like I may as well make the lie big; because if they ever found out that I was lying, it wouldn’t matter how much I had embellished – just that I had.

“That’s an idea,” Archie ordered his sisters to get the soap from inside the house with a snap of his fingers.

“We’re puppies, and we are soaked, Mister Archie. We’ll track mud into the house,” Betty pouted, dripping wet.

In response, Archie took aim and blasted her with his water gun. “Surely, you don’t expect the men to get it for you? You knew you were taking a bath. You should have asked for soap before we left the kitchen!”

He took aim and ruthlessly sprayed his sisters, directing them to dash into the house to get soap we could use on them. “You slutty whores better be carrying the soap bars between your teeth, and not your gobby shit holes, or quims when you come back!”

“We haven’t talked dirty; or done anything wrong to deserve to have our mouths washed out,” Veronica said as she stood up and jogged behind her sister toward the door of her house – her little tits bouncing as she did.

“Do you see why I don’t try to take charge?” my cousin Archie said that with frustration, adding “What would you do if Janis talked back to you like that every time you asked her to do something?”

“Janis knows that girls carry soap with their mouths and not their hairy quims,” I lied. “She’d be over my knee already for talking back, and then she’d have to stick one bar of soap in her mouth, another in her pussy, and another up her ass!”

“But, you just said that girls don’t carry soap in their quims?” Archie seemed confused, and perhaps a little skeptical of what I just said. The girls on the other hand, seemed scared and impressed – thankful things were not quite that strict at their house.

“Unless they are told to do it, to wash out their cummy snatch,” I clarified. Archie seemed satisfied and marched the girls inside the house.

“Mind your muddy paws and wipe them on the mat,” he laughed.

“My sisters aren’t quite that bad, you know?” he said once they were inside and out of hearing range. “They aren’t true nymphomaniacs. I don’t have to be as strict as you are,” he said as he leaned on his water gun like an old solder on a battlefield. “I am sure when they are older like Janis they’ll be a lot to handle, but I hope you don’t think I am a bad brother.”

“Why would you be a bad brother?” I asked.

“I don’t paddle their arses or boss them about like we are tonight. If I walk into their room and catch them having a wank, I’ll tell mum and let her handle it. I certainly would never think to discipline my mum though. I think she’d probably have a laugh if I even dared to try and raise my voice to her,” he admitted.

“Every household is different,” I patted him on the shoulder with a reassuring wink. I felt a little bad that I had lied about disciplining my sister and mother. There was a distinct possibility he’d meet them and find out the truth. I was tempted to come clean, but the girls were coming back.

“My sisters are lazy, and boy crazy but, I guess I am a little soft on them. I don’t mind doing this when you are here – but I couldn’t keep up with this on a nightly basis. It’s not just a lot of work, I was getting...” he looked over his shoulder to see if they were close.

The girls had just opened the door, and were grinning even though they both had a bar of soap clenched in their teeth. They were far enough away that he could whisper something to me. I leaned down and he admitted, “I was getting proper turned on while they were fucking themselves in the kitchen. I know I shouldn’t because they are my sisters, but I was about to spooge my pants, and that’s why I hosed them down. Do you have dirty thoughts when you discipline your sister and mum?”

“Oh yeah, all the time,” I admitted. I’ve been imagining disciplining my sister and mother as I teased my cousins and felt a dirty thrill every time that I had – along with some guilt, and the realization that Janis and my mother would smack me down for thinking such thoughts. “it’s perfectly natural, it’s part of the responsibility of being a disciplinarian and having to deal with their dirty little quims and arses,” I surmised. I had no idea what I was talking about, but I didn’t want Archie to feel guilty about the same types sexual thoughts that I had about my cousins.

“I don’t just mean normal boner stuff. I mean, I wouldn’t trust myself to do what you made my cousins do at the kitchen table. I was imagining stuffing my cock in their quims, while they rode high on my mum’s dildo, and that’s why I put a stop to the game,” he admitted – with a guilty expression on his face.

“I’d imagine the girls might have liked that,” I whispered back as they approached.

“They’d like pizza for dinner every night, but their fat arses from eating nothing but cheese and bread would pudge them up like fat cows so that no man would have them. You can’t leave things for girls to decide what’s best for them,” he said loud enough for them to hear. Betty and Veronica looked sullen and repentant as they clenched white bars of Dove soap in their mouth.

“You were gone long enough; did you pack your arses and quims with some extra soap?” I asked with a devious grin. The girls looked at each other and shrugged back at me that they hadn’t.

“On your hands and knees, puppies, we’ll scrub you up, and then decide the winner of the game – if it comes down to the prettiest, neither of you munters will win,” I said in a faux-British accent – sounding as much like Archie as I could. I had worked out that munter meant “ugly”.

Betty and Veronica had spritely, cute little faces, and wore a lot of make-up that softened their features. I didn’t think they were ugly at all, but they often said they were in the self-effacing comments they made, and I thought it was appropriate to begin by having them wash their faces.

“Let’s see what ugly dogs you are when you wash off the makeup,” I directed the girls to wash each other’s faces, and only bark from now on. “Your brother and I were just discussing how disgusting and filthy you both are. Let’s see how pretty you look when you have scrubbed off those pounds of makeup that you wear to cover up your natural make up!”

“Arf! You don’t think we are pretty?” Betty looked hurt by my comment. I took Archie’s water gun without asking and sprayed her in the face.

“You can’t follow instructions, cow! What did I JUST say?” I sprayed Veronica to prompt her to speak.

“You told us to...” she started to explain, but I cut her off with a spray to the ass.

“I told you puppies not to talk! A simple bark would have sufficed, Einstein,” I said.

“Einstein, that’s funny!” Archie found my sarcasm humorous, which only encouraged me to tease them more.

“Spread those legs, and wash those quims, you gave them quite a stretching tonight,” I said – forgetting whether quim meant asshole or pussy. The girls started to wash their own with the soap, so I slapped them and made them wash each other’s pussies.

“When you’ve seen one quim, you’ve seen them all,” I bragged to Archie as if I were a pussy connoisseur and found the tiny, wet pleasure boxes we were looking at to be boring and basic. In reality, I could have spent hours staring into Veronica and Betty’s pussies just to notice the different folds and flaps inside their delicate pleasure flowers. “I’d suggest you get a good long look, and then once you’ve done that – you won’t get as turned on when you discipline your sisters.”

I liberally soaked the girls in water with Archie’s water gun and frequently refilled it with a nearby garden hose – that we also used to hose them down. It was getting impossible for the girls.

I quoted my Aunt’s advice from earlier in the night – hoping it sounded familiar enough to Archie that he’d believe I was an old hand at discipline.

“Arf, does Archie fancy us?” Veronica was willing to risk getting splashed with the water hose to ask the question. “Archie? Do we turn you on?” she seemed quite pleased that she made her younger brother uncomfortable with the question. Betty looked flattered as well, and neither girl seemed to mind being hosed down for daring to giggle over it.

“Mister Dalton was just taking the piss,” he glanced at me angrily for revealing his secret to his sisters, before continuing “What would be of interest about two self-absorbed bints like yourselves? Your tits are smaller than your brains, but even you lot can’t be dumb enough to think I’d want to stick my dick into one of your holes even for a joke. We could stick the garden hose directly in your cunnies and never wash the fishy tuna smell out because you are always gagging for cock!”

Betty pouted, and so did Veronica. I heard Mister Johnson on the other side of the fence, laugh and ask if we were washing down our dirty puppies.

“Aye, Mister Dalton let them wank themselves until they tired out, but it only made them randy, so we are outside trying to wash them down.”

Betty waved up at Mister Johnson and offered a playful bark to her neighbor – preening about proudly on all fours while Veronica washed her tits and hair with soap.

“Seems like the more they scrub, the more mud they get on their bodies,” he observed.

“These girls can wash with bleach and a mountain of soap; and never wash off their kind of dirty,” I said pointedly. I was just joking and not trying to have a double meaning, but everyone else took it that way.

A tear formed in Betty’s eye, but she didn’t stop washing her sister’s body while remaining on all fours. “We’re bad sisters and naughty girls, and we aren’t as smart as boys,” she announced defiantly. “What should we do? Pretend we are well-behaved and never have a dirty thought in our heads? Put on airs and pretend to be as smart as Mister Dalton and Mister Archie?”

She was obviously being rhetorical, but Veronica added to her question.

“Aye, we’ve accepted ourselves for what we are – I’ve nothing to be ashamed of for being a girl. It’s proper fun to be a puppy out in the yard, chuck off our clothes, and bark like mad. Why do you have to make us feel guilty for it as well?” she asked while tugging one of her nipples and wiping down her sister’s rump with a bar of soap.

“It’s fun to tease you lot, for being horny wankers, and it’s good you accept what you are – but with that comes a bit of ridicule, yeah? No one would believe it if you put on airs and acted like you were proper. It’d be like a monkey wearing a suit and showing up to work as a banker. Now, come here, puppy,” Archie patted his thighs and summoned the girls over to him. They crawled over on the palms of their hands and knees so that he could pat their heads.

“Teasing is fine,” Betty said as she squealed and cringed while her brother sprayed her bottom with the garden hose. He liked crimping it to build up water pressure and then spraying them hard – especially around their rears and pussies. “Are we having a contest, though? What are we being judged on? Who is the prettiest dog, even without makeup? Which of us lets out the most shrill bark when you spray our arses with ice-cold hose water?”

Her main concern was less about the humiliation she was enduring and simply to know what she’d be judged upon for this contest.

“If it were the best sister, you’d both be in last place,” Archie playfully joked. If the girls had limits or boundaries, they hadn’t let on to what they were. They had been good sports about all of this – but Archie still maintained they weren’t the best sisters.
“If the contest were who is the most full of shit, it’d be a close race, but I think you’d win it, Betty,” He shocked me when he placed the tip of the hose to his sister’s asshole, and un-crimped it. She let out a baleful howl that landed somewhere between surprise and excitement when he released the torrent of water up her ass.

“There is an idea,” Mister Johnson said from behind the fence. “You could give your puppies an enema and see who can hold it the longest.”

“What’s an Aenaema?” Archie had trouble pronouncing the word properly. Veronica put up no resistance, and showed no reluctance to be next. She offered up her rump, so he could spray her butt.

“Put the hose in their sweet little asses, fill it with water, and then have them hold it. The pressure builds up, and washes the shit right out,” Mister Johnson explained pragmatically. I had heard of enemas for constipation but never experienced one first hand.

“No, not all the way up our arses,” Veronica complained, and Betty echoed that sentiment.

“Stop your whinging,” Archie sprayed them in the face with the garden hose and pushed one of the fallen bars of soap into Veronica’s mouth. He looked over his shoulder at the fence where Mr. Johnson was watching. “My sisters are so full of shite that they could have as many enemas as you please, and you’d still never clean it all out. How far up their arses does the hose have to go?”

“Not far, just a few inches,” Mr. Johnson advised. “You could make a game of it – see how long they can hold the water in their backdoor after you take the hose out.”

Archie didn’t ask for permission. He pushed the hose to Veronica’s asshole and let it spray – causing most of the water to spray in every direction and spray anywhere except inside the hole.

“You don’t need a lot of water pressure to get it in – but you have to penetrate the hole,” Mister Johnson instructed. He suggested that I use the water gun but hold it upside down and let it drain instead of pressing the trigger.

“Our arse holes aren’t water balloons,” Betty complained as she backed away. She remained on all fours, but she could have easily stood up and ran off if she really didn’t want to participate.

“Remember that time you lot threw water balloons at me and my mates?” Archie reminded his older sister of a time when she pranked him.

“It’s the final contest, who can hold the water in their arse longer, it looks like Veronica is going to win by default, then,” I assured Betty.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it, Arf!” She barked as she reluctantly turned around and faced her cute little pink pooter at me. I slid the tip of the water gun barrel into her asshole effortlessly. “Oh my! That’s not unpleasant at all,” she cooed and fucked her bottom hole onto the tip.

I pressed the trigger on the water gun, and that made her shake a little, and giggle. “Where is your soap?” I asked, as I noticed that Veronica was quiet because she was still holding a bar of soap in her mouth.

“I don’t know,” Betty replied without looking for it. She lowered her face to the grass, stuck her butt up, and tried to get me to fuck her ass with the water gun.

“if the soap was up your arse, you’d know where it was,” Archie teased. That gave me an idea. At first, I was going to make Veronica hold her soap between her teeth while sticking the tip up Betty’s ass. I
However, Veronica began to spasm and have a small orgasm while she collapsed in the grass, as clear garden hose water shot out of her butt.

“Harr, I win!” Betty shouted triumphantly. It was over far too quickly for my tastes.

“Repeat the enema, and see who can hold it longest – best two out of three,” Mister Johnson suggested. Betty complained, and spraying her in the face with water was only a temporary reprieve. She didn’t complain that she had to get another enema – just that she thought she had already won and wanted an easy victory over her sister.

Veronica spat out her soap, and argued that she had started before Betty and had far more water in her ass than Betty did.

I decided it would be best if the girls couldn’t argue; I directed them to bite the same bar of soap, and face their asses out – alternating so that this time Archie plugged Betty’s ass with the garden hose while I used the water gun on Veronica.

I was surprised that the girls took the game so seriously – eyeing each other, face to face, holding the soap just inches from each other’s noses, almost like they were kissing. They growled like puppies as suds dripped from their lips and allowed us to plug their asses with a garden hose, or the tip of water gun while filling them up with water.

The second game was much longer, with Veronica managing to hold the water in far longer. She wanted to gloat, but we didn’t let them take the soap out of their mouth for long.

“You better not get any of your tiny dog turd balls on my shoes!” Archie warned, as he plugged Veronica’s ass with a hose. He asked Mister Johnson if he was still watching.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Mister Johnson sounded like a football fan that was invited to sit at the 50 yard line of the Superbowl. His attention only spurred the girls on, making them grip the soap even more tightly in their mouths. It looked almost like they were locked in a French kiss.

Betty humped my water gun, fucking herself on the barrel – almost daring me to fill her ass with water as she rode it.

“Does this work to get the piss and tuna smell out of their quims?” Archie asked.

“That’s a douche, you could try that next time, but they won’t have any means to hold back the water pressure.”

“My sisters’ arseholes aren’t exactly the tightest backdoors. It’s a wonder the water we pump into their bums doesn’t spray out of their empty heads.”

“You can try corking them on the final round,” Mister Johnson suggested that after we fill their butts with water that we find something to stick in their buttholes to prevent the water from leaking. I saw Betty and Veronica wince a little, but stoically they remained on all fours and continued their contest.

Archie found a brass water hose tip that fit perfectly in his Veronica’s asshole. “There is your dog tail, wag it, puppy!” he laughed.

I couldn’t find anything at hand that would work as a water stopper. Surprisingly, my cousin put her hand behind her after I withdrew the water gun. She plunged a finger into her butt to hold back the water pressure.

The final contest lasted easily two minutes, with both girls struggling to hold back the mounting pressure in their assholes. Betty’s tummy grew and expanded in size as she struggled to hold the water inside her bowels.

“You may as well get used to having a swollen belly; as much as you love cocks and the cream filling that comes with it, you’ll probably be preggers soon enough, you smelly cow!”

We pumped their pussies full of water toward the end of the test of wills. It was a sort of ad-hoc douche, but it was doubtful it did more than make it more challenging for the girls to concentrate and stubbornly prevent their enemas from exploding out of their backdoors. I watched as the water we sprayed inside them washed right back out and down their thighs. The girls began to show signs of pain, pulling apart and releasing the bar of soap; as Betty sprayed the water held in her ass first, followed closely by Veronica.

“You both make better sprinklers than you do sisters,” Archie teased as the girls spasmed and blushed on the ground. “Look at you pathetic tarts shatting out water on the grass!!” he chuckled as he watched their pathetic embarrassing behavior with an approving smirk.