Cousins Don't Need Modesty

“Dalton, you are really doing me a big favor,” my aunt said as I stood in her living room. It was 1987, and I was still in high school.

“I am just happy to help, Aunt Alice,” I smiled. I really had no choice in the matter. My mom had insisted that I help her sister and sent me over.

“You are truly a Saint for giving up your Saturday Night, Dalton! I owe you for this,” my aunt smiled as she invited me into her house. “Ever since we moved here from England a few months ago, I’ve had trouble affording a proper babysitter. The last few quit without notice, most likely due to these two cheeky devils.” My Aunt indicated her daughters and didn’t include Archie.

I barely knew my younger cousins. They giggled precociously like they were sharing some secret or had some wicked plan. It made me nervous. “You’ve met Betty and Veronica? They both attend your school, don’t they?” she introduced them.

“I am a senior, and they are in 9th grade, so I am afraid we don’t run in the same circles, Aunt Alice,” I shrugged. I had barely met or seen them around school. The two of them only giggled.

My youngest cousin Archie was busy playing with some Star Wars toys. I assumed I was here to watch him, and his older sisters were too young to manage him. I doubted very seriously that pretty girls like them needed a babysitter. The thought of having authority over pretty girls did somewhat titillate me.

By the time I was in 9th grade, I was managing myself without need of a babysitter. Things might be different in England as well. I was just happy that my Aunt didn’t take one look at me and turn me away because she thought I was too much of a kid myself. I’d never had as much as a paper route or walked a dog for money. This was a first for me.

I noticed that Veronica and Betty were busy whispering secrets to one another, and that Archie was generally keeping himself busy. It seemed like this might be an easy gig after all.

“Their names are Betty, Veronica, and Archie?” I asked incredulously. I was familiar with the Archie comics from the 1960s.

“Yeah, should have chosen the name Jughead for our brother,” Veronica teased playfully. Archie didn’t say anything back. He ignored the jab and continued playing with his toys – oblivious to my presence as well. I could see this family liked playful banter, which was refreshing. We really didn’t do that sort of thing at my house, even though my mother was also from the U.K.

“My ex-husband was the comic book fan, not me. I hadn’t the foggiest when he suggested those names—only found out after the papers were signed. We’ve heard it all. The gals have had boys crooning “sugar, sugar”, it’s a proper joke, I suppose. My ex thought it was quite hilarious – joke is on me, though. Much to my chagrin, despite being fraternal twins, Betty’s hair came in blonde, and Veronica’s dark as night. Almost like he knew when he first looked at them.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “He was a proper useless sod. Hasn’t paid child support in months. Claimed to be a bassist for Thin Lizzy, which is why he had to be out on tour for weeks at a time—never mind that I never once saw a paycheck or a bloody record deal. So, I packed up and came to America for a fresh start.”

“Haven’t had a proper shag since I left the UK. Do you know any nice young men who’d be interested in a single mum with two bratty girls and a son?” She let out a dry chuckle. “Lol, no, probably not.”

When my aunt called her daughters brats, it wasn’t sharp or mean-spirited. There was a playful lilt in her voice like it was more affection than insult. The girls didn’t bat an eye—they just kept smiling and giggling like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was something British people seemed to be able to pull off a lot easier than Americans ever could.

My mom never spoke like that to me, but I enjoyed how chatty my mom’s sister was. She talked to me like I was an actual adult and that made me feel great.

I wasn’t sure what half of the words that my aunt said actually meant, thought. I didn’t understand “shag” meant sex – I would have been shocked she was so open about her lack of a sex life with me. However, that’s just how my Aunt was – an open book that had never met a stranger. It was refreshing to meet someone so colorful.

She also had amazing tits, and her nipples were visible through the material of her dress, so I would have kept talking to her all night just to take quick glances at her cleavage if I could have.

“If you were a might bit older, and not my sister’s son, you’d do nicely, at least for a tumble or two,” my aunt said, reaching up and squeezing my upper arm as if I were a melon to be chosen at the grocery store. I was beyond flattered, even though she sounded like she was clearly joking about her frustrations in meeting a man.

“When will you be back?” I asked, mostly to change the subject but I also wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like I had any place to be after this was over. I spent most Friday and Saturday nights alone playing Commodore 64. I was currently embroiled in engaging game of Sid Meir’s Pirates and that was the only thing waiting for me after I finished up with this gig – so I was in no rush.

“Already trying to pull the rip cord, are you, Dalton?” my aunt offered a playful smile. Everything she said sounded so clever. I could imagine having a parachute and jumping out of a plane when she said it. I hadn’t meant it that way at all. My Aunt Alice was quite attractive. Her face was plain, but the English accent more than made up for that. She also had rather sizable tits tucked away under her sweater.

“I’m heading out on a double date, and I may not be back until the bars close. I’ll try to ring you around eleven in the morning if there’s a proper payphone I can use. However, don’t expect the call. Worst case, you can cozy up in my bed, and I’ll wake you when I get home in the morning. Would that be too much to ask?”

“No, not at all, I’ll let my mom know that’s possible,” I offered. I hadn’t expected to spend the night. I wondered how much I’d get paid for this.

“That’s quite nice of you; please give Sheridan my thanks for sending over a proper angel, Dalton. Now, there are a few things I should warn you about before I leave you to the musings of my two demon girls and their delightful little brother.”

My aunt’s tone was playful, and “demon girls” sounded like a term of endearment—but the way she explained it made it clear they were the ones who’d give me the most trouble tonight.

“Your cousin Dalton is in charge. That means I want you to do what he tells you, when he tells you, how he tells you, and I want no fuss, no backchat. When he tells you to bathe, then off with your kits and into the tub. When he tells you it’s bedtime, I don’t want to hear that you’ve given him a proper hassle over it or whinged all night about staying up to watch Johnny Carson on the telly, or waiting up for me until the wee hours. It’s off to bed, and Mum will see you in the morning. Have you got it?”

She bent at the waist, looking her daughters in the eye. My aunt clearly wasn’t joking about with her warning.

“Aww, but Mum, what if we promise to be absolute angels and not so much as breathe out of turn? Could we stay up just a smidge longer? It’s ever so dreadfully dull going to bed early,” Veronica asked. Her bright blue eyes twinkled mischievously. She and her sister shared the same build and facial features – the only real difference was Veronica had black hair and her sister was blonde.

“I’ll be straight with you, Dalton. These two will test your patience something rotten, and they’ll talk circles round you if you let them. If you’re comfortable with it, put them over your knee and give them a proper smack on the bum if they push their luck. That’ll sort them out quick enough.”

I assumed she was joking, so I grinned. My female cousins pouted, and Archie, for his part, tuned us out.

“Their last babysitter had to stand them in the corner for half of the night, hands behind head, nose to the wall, and give them at least two spankings each. She quit because she was tired of the girls’ backtalk and sass.”

It sounded like she meant it. My cousins blushed and did their best to look innocent.

“Yes, that’s right,” my aunt said, clearly pleased that her girls were embarrassed to have their secret exposed. “I’ve not had a proper night out in weeks. One of my mates at work set me up on a double date with some bloke, so I can’t very well cancel on them again. If Dalton manages all right tonight, he might just become your regular babysitter.”

I was flattered but felt like I may just be in over my head on this entire babysitting thing. I thought I should probably start with something a little less ambitious like dog walking first.

“As for the rules, the girls aren’t to use the oven. Just pop some TV dinners in the microwave tonight, and I promise next time I’ll plan better—maybe have a pizza or lasagna ready for you.”

The girls remained pouty but somewhat giggly and precocious while their mom went over her expectations with me in front of the three of them. Her son seemed completely disinterested.

“I’ve never had a male babysitter, for obvious reasons, Dalton,” she said as if trying to choose her words carefully. I understood why she might be concerned about leaving me with her daughters. The girls tried to interrupt but one glare from their mother stopped them. “They’re a lively pair, my girls. No sense of shame between them and not a modest bone in their bodies,” she continued. “A proper handful, the both of them.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by most of what she had just said. Her daughters protested, and Veronica chimed in with, “Oh, come off it, Mum. You act like you’re any different.”

“Aye, I’m not much different,” Aunt Alice said with a look of introspection. “I haven’t set the best example for you lot, I’ll give you that. But listen here—no trying to seduce your cousin or shag him, alright? He’s your cousin and your babysitter, and there’ll be none of that while I’m gone. Is that understood?”

I didn’t expect that to be a warning I’d need. I wasn’t a ladies’ man and hadn’t even had a girlfriend yet. The thought of trying to take advantage of these girls? Not even in the realm of possibility. The idea that they might try to seduce me? Never even crossed my mind.

“We aren’t total nymphos, Mom!!” Veronica said, a bit exasperated but with an amused grin.

“I caught you sneaking in boys last night!” Aunt Alice said, watching her daughters with a raised eyebrow. When they started to defend themselves, she cut them off. “That’s after being out all night with a different set of boys. So don’t try to pull that ‘innocent angel’ act with me, love.”

I was starting to get a little intimidated. I had no idea that boys might drop by the house or what I should do if they did.

As for going outside, Archie and the girls can play in the yard, but they’re not to leave the property. I expect them back before dark,” she said. That seemed fair enough. “I hate to be persnickety, but make sure they stick together. If one of them wants to go out, they all go out, and if one’s inside, they all stay in. I don’t want anyone split up for too long, you know?”

“Sure, I’ll stay with them,” I assured my aunt. What else was I going to do while I was here? It wasn’t like I had anything else to do. My cousins were cute – not my style, but I was enjoying this idea more and more.

“You are such a good lad! I am so glad you came over,” my aunt beamed and kissed me on the cheek. “There is a lounge chair in the backyard, but in the front, there aren’t a lot of places. Don’t allow the girls to tease Archie. They often like to have a laugh at his expense!”

Veronica rolled her eyes and huffed, “We don’t tease him, Mum. We’re just having a bit of fun.”

“You sprayed me in the face with the garden hose yesterday,” Archie spoke up for the first time since I arrived.

The girls chuckled and listed some things he must have done to them to instigate it, which sounded like normal sibling rivalry to me.

“You see what I must put up with and why it’s so hard to find a sitter? If they go on like this, I’d suggest putting them over your knee and giving them 10 proper swats on the bum, and then a time out in the corner for 10 minutes. In the backyard, the girls can stand with their nose to the fence, but I’d make them come inside if they are going to bicker in the front yard in front of the neighbors and anyone who passes by.”

“Mum!! That’s so not fair,” Veronica croaked, with a blush.

“If you don’t want to stand in the corner, then you mustn’t argue and bicker. It’s very simple, Veronica,” my aunt explained. I assumed she meant that I was to punish Archie the same way if he instigated the arguments. I had never spanked anyone, and the casual way that my aunt mentioned popping their bums made me think that she really expected me to do that as well.

“Now, obviously, there are to be NO boys, or visitors for that matter,” my aunt sighed, as if it should be obvious. “If they drop by, send them off right away,” she added. “In the front yard, I expect TOPS AND BOTTOMS!” She glared at her daughters as if they’d dare go out in anything less.

They frowned, but I wasn’t sure if this was a joke, a test, or just meant to embarrass them.

“My daughters are country girls from Surrey, and we’re used to having a big yard to run around in completely starkers,” she continued. “It’s a bit confining here in the suburbs in America. In the backyard, I expect my girls to at least wear panties because our neighbors might be able to see over the fence. If they’re going to play in mud, I’ll usually make an exception.”

My cousins smiled, I am not sure if it was mischief or fun they had in mind. I couldn’t imagine girls wanting to run around outside naked or wearing only panties.

“That’s something they LIKE doing?” I asked my aunt to clarify for me “Being naked is not a punishment?”

I was confused about how it would be seen as something of a privilege – especially around me and their brother.

“Going outside starkers? These little tramps would ride their bicycles up and around the neighborhood completely in the raw, if I let them – fanny whistling in the wind. Where we are from, public nudity is legal. It’s frowned upon in towns and such, but we used to skinny dip and run amok around our own property completely uninhibited. I didn’t raise my girls to have modesty when it comes to their bodies. They are just girls after all.”

The girls giggled playfully but also seemed a bit embarrassed that I knew about it.

“Now, Dalton, this is the part that may feel a bit awkward,” Aunt Alice said, her tone casual but direct. “Americans have a different way of looking at the body than we Brits do. I hope we aren’t blowing your mind or making you uncomfortable?”

I pretended that my mind was not blown. I also tried to downplay the erection in my jeans that wanted very much to be taken out and jerked slowly. I nodded to show that I was listening. The girls were whispering as if sharing a precocious secret while their mom talked.

“We like to be comfortable around the house, and like I said, the girls are more than a bit extroverted. Tank tops and panties are all I can get them to wear here,” Aunt Alice stated, matter-of-fact. “I don’t believe girls their age need fancy lingerie, and until they’ve got more than some puffy nubbly-wubblies, they don’t need bras.” Aunt Alice said with a shrug. “But I do let them wear makeup if they want.”

I could tell from their expressions that the mention of their small breasts definitely bothered them. Veronica and Betty both flashed lemony expressions when their mom mentioned their breast size so casually.

“Gah, do you have to dog us out in front of our cousin?”

“It’s Mr. Dalton to you, and he’ll see what you have soon enough, no point in bandying about it, girls,” my aunt said plainly. When you’ve got more nipple than you have boob meat, you don’t need a bra. Those are for ladies, and not the likes of you two girls.”

The girls frowned and accepted their mother’s criticism.

I hadn’t looked very closely at the girls since I arrived. I didn’t want to seem creepy. I glanced at them. They had decent sized boobs for girls their own age, and their nipples poked through their sheer tank tops.

I couldn’t help but notice that both of the girls were also wearing white cotton panties as if they were shorts. My cousins were much shorter than me, and the way they wore them was so natural, it didn’t even cross my mind that it was essentially their underwear.

I wasn’t expecting them to be wearing panties in their living room, and they were so casual about it that I simply hadn’t noticed. Now, I couldn’t stop glancing at them.

“Now, let’s talk about bathtime,” my aunt said, changing the subject. The girls immediately looked embarrassed at the mention of it. Archie stopped what he was doing and started listening intently.

“I don’t expect you to bathe my daughters or Archie. I’m sure you don’t want to be doing that. But,” she paused, giving me a pointed look, “are you comfortable standing in the bathroom to make sure they do a proper job?”

I assumed this was some test to see if I was a pervert or not. My dick jumped in my pants, so technically I was definitely a pervert.

“Are you kidding me?” was my immediate response before I had a chance even to visualize it.

“I know, it’s terrible to have to ask this of a babysitter, but the girls have a tendency to play with themselves unless they are watched, and all of three of them come out dirtier than when they went in, because they soak and splash instead of washing the dirty parts thoroughly.”

Without actually saying it, my aunt also implied they use the faucet in the bathtub to masturbate whenever they get a chance, with a wink. I had no idea girls would do something like that. I was puzzled why their mom thought I should know something like that. It seemed she was a true open book though.

I was definitely visualizing it all now – and my female cousins “dirty parts” along with it.

“Just get them to take their kits off, line them up, and let them bathe one at a time—ten minutes each, tops. I’m not wasting fresh bath water for each of them. Start with Archie, then whichever of the girls is least chatty and annoying, and the one who’s been the most trouble can go last.”

“Mum, Dalton goes to our school! He may tell everyone,” Veronica complained.

“That you don’t wash your bum properly, or that you can’t be trusted not to play with it if given half the chance?” My aunt’s tone was half-joking, but it definitely shut her up and cutting right through Veronica’s complaint. “He may be Dalton at school, but here? He’s Mr. Dalton or Sir, just like Miss Wendy or Ma’am was for your last sitter,” she explained firmly. “You are okay with that, Mister Dalton?”

“Sure,” I tried to play things cool. I had never been called anything except my first name by anyone. I hoped that I deserved the respect that my Aunt was lauding upon me. I intended to be the most responsible babysitter that I could be.

“Can we keep our kits off, if we behave until bath time?” Veronica asked. I assumed kits were clothes to British people.

“That depends on Mr. Dalton, doesn’t it? I don’t even know how comfortable is with you being starkers,” she answered her daughter. My aunt had a very posh accent at times. She regarded me as if she was talking to an officer on aVictorian cruise ship to ask how long until we make landfall.

“Typically, I allow the girls run around without a stitch in the house, but you may not be comfortable with that, which is why I had them in tank tops and panties when you arrived. Obviously, for bath time, they have to strip down. There isn’t much I can do about that; the compromise we had in place for the previous babysitter was that the girls had to wear their tank tops and panties unless they were bathing, and they could go in the backyard in just panties.”

“No, Mum, Miss Wendy allowed us to keep our clothes off after bathtime if we behaved, as a reward. It was Mrs. Grundy that would have made us bathe with three pair of knickers on, two pairs of trousers and an overcoat if she could have. Miss Wendy was comfortable with nudity, she just doled it out like some sort of reward,” Veronica clarified.

Veronica reminded me of a spoiled princess because of her upturned nose and posh manner. However, she seemed really down to earth.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Grundy. I am afraid our neighbor is a bit of a prude, and now we’ve made her think we are the whores of Babylon because we don’t take clothes or ourselves all that seriously,” My Aunt chuckled. I don’t think she was all that concerned about her neighbor’s feelings on the matter.

If some uptight prude’s got their knickers in a twist over my girls running about without a stitch, that’s their problem, not mine. If they’re gonna stick their nose in our business, they might as well kiss my arse while they’re up there—it’s just a bit of skin.”

It fascinated me how my Aunt could be downright crass and vulgar yet still come off as polite and proper.

“Well, there you have it, Mr. Dalton. You’re still here, so you’re either daft, naïve, or just too polite to bugger off. Either way, I’ll press you into service, and tomorrow we can have a proper chat about whether you’d fancy keeping the role of babysitter. Sound good?”

It did. I was excited about the opportunity. I didn’t expect any of this. These people were a delight, and the girls were cute! I nodded, trying to play it cool, but the grin tugging at the corner of my mouth probably gave me away. My heart was pounding, and I wasn’t sure why.

“I don’t want to put you on the spot, but if you are bashful about bodies I am not sure you’ll want to come back to babysit again. We can accommodate you however you wish. Would you like the girls to keep their tops and panties on tonight? I am perfectly fine making them stay as they are.”

I was tempted to say I’d prefer the girls keep their clothes on, because I still felt this may be a trick or a test to see if I was a pervert. The girls seemed hopeful that I’d tell their mom that I didn’t mind if they were naked. I definitely didn’t mind – in fact, I was going to enjoy this tremendously.

I didn’t want to seem too eager and pretended to think about it for a moment.

“I’d rather the girls be comfortable in their own house,” I said.

“YES!!” Veronica and Betty hopped up and down, clapped their hands in a celebratory fashion and hugged me!

“If you change your mind, or grow uncomfortable, just tell them to put clothes back on,” my aunt told me, pragmatically before reminding her daughters to do whatever I told them to do.

“Can we strip down now, Mum?” Veronica couldn’t wait to take her panties off.

My aunt glanced at me to see if I’d have a problem with it, or respond, before telling them that would be fine. “If they are to be nude in the house, there is no sitting on the furniture for girls with dirty, sticky bottoms. They must sit on the carpet,” she explained that was non-negotiable. “That includes the kitchen table.”

“How do they eat?” I asked.

“We usually just sit on the kitchen floor, tailor style,” they told me as they stripped out of their panties, revealing their hairy pubic patches. I had never heard of that position. Veronica and her sister demonstrated it for me.

It was a cross-legged position where one ankle rests on the opposite thigh.

“We call that Indian style,” I explained as I looked down at the two naked girls, sitting on the carpet at my feet.

“What about you, Archie? Do you like to run around starkers?” I asked. I had worked out that starkers meant naked.

“Pffft, no, he’s a fuddy duddy, trousers and a t-shirt for him,” his older sisters teased.

“The girls are not to have snacks, cookies, biscuits, tea, or anything other than water, and that’s only with their meal. Archie can have a few cookies later after his meal, and he can have juice, lemonade, or tea—his sisters can get it for him if he asks. Their bedtime is 10pm on Saturday, which I’m sure you’re hoping comes sooner rather than later?”

It seemed odd to me that Archie’s older sisters didn’t have sweets, but I assumed that was related to their diet and why they had such nice figures.

“It looks like I’ve got a few minutes before my date gets here, why don’t you ring up your mum on the phone and let her know if I get home late, I’ll bring you back in the morning?” she suggested with a smile. Her British accent made even the simplest things sound a bit more exciting.

I grabbed the phone and dialed my number. “Hello, Mum?” I asked. I heard some light giggles from my aunt and her family as I realized I’d accidentally picked up the British accent that my aunt used.

I could hear the smile in my mom’s voice. She’s originally from England, but after living in America for so long, her accent was more American than British these days. Still, every now and then, there was a hint of her roots that slipped through.

“You sound so natural speaking that way, Dalton!” she chuckled. “I hope you’re not calling to back out of babysitting. Your Aunt Alice was worried you’d get cold feet, but I figured she was just joking about that.

“No, I’m not backing out, Mum…I mean, Mom, I just found out that I may end up having to spend the night if Aunt Alice gets back really late.”

Mom’s laugh was warm and knowing. “Oh, Alice is quite the party girl, isn’t she?” She teased. “Alice hasn’t changed a bit since our pub days back at Uni. If you end up staying the night, that’s perfectly fine, dear.”

I was tempted to tell my mom that my cousins were naked, because I felt a bit guilty that I got to see their bodies. However, to my aunt and cousins, it was apparently totally normal to walk around their house that way. I started to wrap up the call.

“Don’t forget to thank your mum for sending you over on short notice,” Alice reminded me. Her entire family watched me make the call. I didn’t want to toot my own horn. Initially, I was apprehensive about babysitting because I had never done it before. I assumed I’d get paid.

Now that I got to see some bare ass and titty – I was thrilled by that alone. I didn’t need any additional gratitude. My mom heard my aunt through the phone, and she told me how proud she was of me for stepping up to help family, and that I was doing such a good time for my first time babysitting.

It made me feel a little guilty because I was already enjoying the view of the cute little butts walking around the kitchen. After I hung up, my aunt had one more rule to go over with me.

“The girls have some built-in toys that we need to talk about,” my aunt said. Veronica and Betty both groaned, clearly aware of what their mother was about to say.

They both blushed. “Do we really have to go over this with our cousin? We’ll behave, mum!” Betty promised.

“If you won’t finger your nasty little quims, there isn’t anything to be embarrassed about,” Alice assured her daughter. “My daughters claim they don’t wank off when they think nobody is looking, they are apparently the only girls in the world who don’t flick the bean when they get the chance,” she scoffed at the absurdity.

“No, mum, all we are saying is we won’t touch ourselves while Mr. Dalton is about, that’s all,” Veronica assured her mother there was no reason to bring up this topic. I felt humiliated FOR my cousins. I could imagine how embarrassed that I would be if my mom provided detailed instructions about what to do if someone caught me touching my dong.

“If you definitely WON’T do it, then I can make the consequences ten times harder than they normally are, because there is no chance of you lot copping a feel when you think you can get away with it, then isn’t there?” My aunt asked them – almost daring the girls to say yes.

They both gave in and let their mom continue, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“If the girls have their puffy little floppers out, I don’t allow them to tickle their nipples,” Aunt Alice reached up and gave Veronica’s left nipple a quick pinch and jerked it.“

I found it hard not to squirt jizz in my jeans while I watched Veronica’s mother casually give a quick jerk to her nipple to show me how girls might pleasure themselves quickly. My cousin’s face went from casual indifference to shocked indignation, to a quick flash of pleasure and back to a shameful humiliation as she looked down. Her nipple swelled up quickly.

“Veronica has very sensitive nipples, much more so than Betty,” she smirked.

“If they are bottomless, obviously you know what playing with a gash or a bum looks like, that’s a big no-no,” my aunt explained like I should already know all of this. I tried to contain my excitement. It sounded like my cousins were chronic masturbators and couldn’t keep their hands off themselves.

I was as well, but I always did it in private. If I understood my Aunt correctly, I wasn’t supposed to let them have much time alone, and they had to keep their doors open. It must be incredibly humiliating to have your mom think you are so horny that you can’t stop playing with yourself.

I could hardly blame the girls, If I had a tight little body like Betty and Veronica, I’d probably play with my tits and pussy all of the time, too.

“I don’t allow the girls to shut the door to their bedroom ever, feel free to walk in anytime, Archie pays them a visit whenever he likes, don’t you Archie?” she patted his hand and doted on him.

“Keeps them on their toes,” Archie snickered. His sisters both scowled in irritation.

“Stop pouting, girls don’t need privacy if they aren’t misbehaving,” my aunt said. “Obviously, I don’t expect you to stand over them in the loo and smell the farty biscuits they have been cooking up in their bums,” she said.

Archie giggled, and the girls did as well – even though it was intended as a bit of an insult.

“However, if you suspect they are doing more than giving a couple quick rubs to wipe off some girly goo, then don’t hesitate to put them over your knee and send them to the corner until they cool down. I don’t permit the girls to drip about the house like thirsty little rabbits huffing and puffing themselves.”

I had an idea what my aunt meant, but most of that actually went over my head. “Their previous babysitter quit over it.”

“Miss Grundy thought EVERYTHING thing we did was wanking our bits!” Betty argued defensively. “I could scratch my bum, and she’d have me over her knee for it!”

“It’s odd how itchy you get when I take a bit of time for myself,” Aunt Alice seemed skeptical that her daughter wasn’t a chronic masturbator. If I could have bottled the feeling the horny feeling all of this gave me and turned it into a pill, it would come with a warning about having an erection for eight hours.

“When in doubt, a spanking won’t hurt the girls, and they probably did SOMETHING wrong to deserve it; just don’t go overboard. If you have to spank them more than three times, you aren’t giving it to them hard enough,” she chuckled playfully. The girls frowned but her mother dismissed their concerns and told them to lighten up.

I noticed she never talked about disciplining my cousin Archie. The double standard between males and females seemed a bit odd to me. Yet, it seemed perfectly normal to my aunt’s family.

My aunt called me over to her before she left, to have a private conversation with me after the phone call.

“I assumed that you’ve babysat before, and you have seen naked women enough that it wouldn’t bother you,” Alice looked concerned as she assessed my reaction to what she had to say.

“No, I never said that I had babysit, and I haven’t seen much nudity,” I admitted honestly.

“I am so sorry then to leave you in the deep end with my girls. They truly are a bit of a handful, and they are frightful teases. It would be no bother for me to tell them to get dressed,” my aunt said.

I noticed that my cousins were busy performing handstands and cartwheels in the living room.

“Mind the gap, you barmy gits! Take that outside in a bit,” my aunt scolded them (or at least I think she had). She frequently called her daughters insulting names but did it with a big smile in the most endearing manner. She turned to me in a whisper adding “They are already getting bored. I assumed your Mum and sister walk around the house in the nude?”

“No,” I answered plainly.

“You couldn’t keep clothes on your mum when she was their age. That’s surprising that she’s no longer an extrovert. There isn’t much to girls, a bit of muff, two milk sacks, and a poo hole with a pretty face attached. Once you’ve seen one gash for long enough, you’ll have your fill, I am sure. Just promise me that if it becomes too much, you won’t ditch them, and head for the hills, eh?”

“No, never!” I couldn’t imagine a scenario in which I would do that.

“I feel a tad bit bad to leave you in this situation as your first time babysitting. If you can handle these girls, you can handle anything, Dalton. Have you at least spanked a girl’s bottom before?”

“The chance never came up,” I admitted, feeling a bit awkward. Honestly, I couldn’t even imagine a situation where it would, but I still felt a touch embarrassed saying no.

“Your sister never misbehaves at home?” my aunt asked as if she would be surprised if Janis didn’t misbehave.

“She does, but I’ve never seen my parents spank her,” I admitted.

I always spank the girls out in the open to ensure that every one of them understand the consequences. If they get out of line, just put them over your lap and give them ten good smack. Here, pop me one on my thigh,” she offered the back of her thigh under the dress for me to demonstrate how hard I could spank.

The girls and Archie were too busy in the living room, rough housing and playing around to notice.

I was reluctant, but my aunt insisted. I gave her a quick swat, and she frowned. “Let me know when you start,” she chuckled playfully before turning to me and showing me how hard she expected me to do it. “Twist your wrist, put a little torque into your motion, and then give it a go like this,” my aunt swatted my butt through my jeans.

It stung a bit, but hardly enough to make me cry. The girls and Archie looked up to see what was going on.

My aunt played it off like she was joking around. “Alright then, love. Thank you for watching the girls,” she said, smiling and hugging me tightly. Her firm, hard nipples pressed against my chest. I was pretty sure she could feel my boner through my jeans when she embraced me. She didn’t say anything about it. I assumed perhaps that my Aunt was just being polite.

She whispered to me that spanking girls when they are naughty isn’t a bad thing. “It’s not going to physically hurt them. It just stings. The sting is to remind them of what they did. It’s more the indignity of having to drape your bum over someone’s thigh, offer it up to get spanked, and admit what you did wrong that’s embarrassing,” she whispered.

“I don’t think your girls CAN be embarrassed,” I answered in a whisper of my own.

“That’s where you are wrong. They love to be naked when they are at home, playing around. They’d also blush harder than a beetroot shoved up a hooker’s arse, when I take down their panties at the grocery store and spank their bare bum when they throw a tantrum.”

My Aunt said it loud enough that her daughters might hear it, but they seemed oblivious and didn’t notice. Betty and Veronica hopped about on one foot, playing hopscotch on an imaginary grid. Their cute little titties and asses bounced.

I didn’t expect my aunt to say something so vulgar. Her accent seemed so posh and elegant, and what she said sounded so coarse and dirty that it turned me on.

My aunt put her hand on my shoulder, looking me dead in the eye. ’I’ve got complete confidence in you, Dalton. You’re in charge tonight, and I know you’ll handle things just fine. Don’t take any crap from the girls, and if you have questions then ask Archie. He can be trusted to tell you straight.”

“Alright, any questions before I pop off?”

I had quite a few, like “Why did I get so lucky?” but instead I asked why there were different rules for Archie than there were for the girls.

“The girls behave differently than Archie and have different expectations. Surely, you know there is a big difference between girls and boys?” My aunt arched an eyebrow like she might lose confidence in me.

I decided to table the question and agreed with her.

Aunt Alice kissed both her girls, squeezing them tight, even though they were both completely naked. They giggled and hugged back sweetly. She did the same to her son, Archie shot his mom a goofy look andwiped her kiss off on his hand. My playful aunt anticipated that he’d do that, grabbed his hand, pulled her imaginary kiss back from his hand and then popped it on his mouth. “No way you are getting out of that easy, Archie!”

I heard someone honk outside – Aunt Alice’s ride was here to take her out. My aunt yelled, “Alright, alright, keep your knickers on! I’m coming, no need to honk like a randy goose!”

My aunt waved goodbye and disappeared in the car with her friends. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room with her. The realization that I was immediately in charge hit me, and I genuinely felt a bit nervous.

I looked right at Betty’s boobs and pussy. I didn’t want to get called out for staring, so I looked at the ground after snapping a mental snapshot to savor in my head of her cute little body. “So, do you guys want to watch television?”

Are you just gonna be a wanker and watch telly all night, Mr. Dalton?” Veronica teased, sauntering up with that smug little grin. Her cute hips wiggled as she walked toward me. I looked up and directly at her clit as she approached.

“Yeah, let’s play!” Betty chimed in, her hand sliding over my arm before flopping down on the couch beside her sister.

Veronica kicked her feet up on the coffee table, eyeing me like I was some sort of puzzle she was itching to solve. “C’mon, Mr. Dalton, don’t tell me you’re scared of a couple of girls. We’re not gonna bite... unless you ask nicely.” Her smirk deepened, and Betty let out a soft laugh, nudging me with her elbow.

“What’d you have in mind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. The way they were looking at me—it wasn’t like I was their cousin; it felt like they were sizing me up for something else entirely. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever game they were planning, but backing down didn’t seem like an option.

The two of them sidled up alongside of me on the couch, getting close enough that our arms touched. Betty smiled at me, while Veronica stroked my hand.

Betty tilted her head, pretending to think. “Truth or dare?” she suggested, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on the fabric of the couch. They both had lusty smirks on their face – I was mesmerized. This was the closest I’d come to naked girls in my life.

“Mum said no dirty girl bums on the furniture,” Archie interrupted, his tone matter-of-fact, like he was just reading from some family manual I hadn’t gotten yet. I probably would have melted into the couch (or shot a load of cum in my pants) if Archie hadn’t interrupted me.

I cleared my throat, feeling their eyes slide over to me. Veronica raised an eyebrow like she was daring me to actually enforce it – was THIS a test? Were my cousins measuring my reaction?

It did seem a bit silly that the girls had to sit on the floor. If I am being perfectly honest, I wanted them to remain naked and continue sitting close to me. The girls had crowded me, and I diametrically opposed anything that might discourage the two of them from being completely bare ass.

I had lucked into this babysitting gig, and I didn’t want to piss the girls off right away by being a hard-ass.

“I suppose you have to get off the couch,” I muttered, as I begrudgingly enforced the rule. If Archie told his mom that I hadn’t, I might not get to come back.

Betty groaned dramatically but didn’t move. “Oh, come on, Mr. Dalton. It’s not like we’re leaving skid marks.” She wiggled her hips and ground them on the couch just to make the point. They were so naughty!

“You guys are like Samantha Fox!” I observed. She was a British pop star who sang songs like “naughty girls need love too!”

“Without her great gabbos,” Veronica giggled as she touched her small tits.

“Oh great, the new babysitter is a pushover,” Archie lamented. I realized the girls had managed to stay exactly where they are.

“C’mon, up! Bums off the couch,” I reminded them as I stood as well. I wasn’t sure why I said “bum”, it sounded weird and unnatural when I said it. The girls reluctantly got off of the couch.

“We sit on the couch all the time when mum isn’t here,” Veronica stuck her tongue out at her brother as she stood up.

“Yeah, but I am not a babysitter and can’t put you over my knee,” Archie smirked like he had just beat his sister at Connect Four by outsmarting her.

“Thank god, you’d be so strict! My bum would be redder than a tomato stuffed up a tart’s fanny on payday.”

I wanted to ask if they had a book of colorful British vulgarity that they studied to be able to pull these naughty phrases out whenever they needed them. Instead, I asked, “Wouldn’t you do the same thing to Archie’s bum if you were babysitting him?”

Betty scoffed, like the idea itself was ridiculous. “As if Mum would ever leave us in charge of Archie,” she said, shaking her head in confusion. The three of them regarded me as if I were naïve for having asked the question. “Doesn’t matter that we’re older. Boys don’t need minding the way girls do.”

Archie grinned, clearly enjoying the dynamic. “And besides, I don’t need anyone looking after me. But you lot?” He pointed at his sisters with a smirk. “You’d probably sneak out to meet boys or forget to lock the doors, leave the taps running, flood the place... or spend all night fighting over the stupidest things.”

“Mum wouldn’t leave us in charge because she thinks girls can’t be responsible for boys, even if we’re older,” she said, like it was just common sense. “She trusts Archie more just because he’s a boy,” Betty explained to me like that should be obvious.

I still didn’t fully understand. I sat back down on the couch, but my cousins didn’t. “Even though we can’t boss our brother around, at least we get to be naked around the house when we want,” Veronica indicated her ease and joy at being nude.

“It’s one of the perks of not having to have modesty, Archie could never run around in his undies outside!”

“I could too!” Archie frowned before asking me if that would be alright. I had no idea, I assumed it would be fine.

“It’s different for girls because we don’t need modesty and are used to walking around with our bits out, you lot are expected to maintain a sense of modesty,” Veronica looked at me and her little brother like we were missing out.

“Well, that’s fine,” Archie plopped down next to me on the couch. “At least, I can sit on the couch if I want too.”

“We could sit on couches as well if we wanted to wear panties,” Betty stuck her tongue out at her little brother. “We just prefer being naked. Can we stop arguing the argy-bargy, and play some truth of dare?”

I wasn’t sure if Argy-bargy was a real word; I assumed it meant argument, but I felt like I was learning so much from the discussion.

“How is it played?” I was skeptical. The girls grinned and fawned over me to tell me all about it. Apparently, Miss Wendy and some babysitters in England played it with them before.

“The rules are simple; you start us out and pick any one of us. You give us a choice between truth or dare, and then you get to ask us a question or a dare. If we complete the assignment, we ask the person to our right the same question and go round robin,” Veronica’s blue eyes flashed excitedly.

“How would I know if you answered truthfully?” I asked her.

“We never pick truth,” Betty promised with a grin, and Veronica nodded.

“So, the game is just dare?” I grinned over the humor in that.

“You and Archie can pick truth if you want, but dares are more fun,” they assured me.

“Are there any limits on the dares?” I asked.

Betty and Veronica looked at each other like they were hoping the other one could translate what I had just said. “It can be anything you want,” they assured me.

That sounded a bit problematic. I could think of a WHOLE lot of things.

“What happens if you refuse a dare?” I asked. I was trying to find out the rules of the game.

“What do you mean?” the girls looked confused and frustrated that I had so many questions before starting.

“We won’t bottle up! Dare games are fun!” Betty assured me enthusiastically.

“Let’s say I dared you to drink an entire bottle of hot sauce, and you didn’t want to do it; what happens?” I asked.

Betty and Veronica looked at each other with confusion and disgust. Archie started chuckling. “That’s not the kind of dare game they like to play,” he explained. “They like to play the naughty kind, finger in the bum, or the quim, dancing sexy and playing kissy-kissy with Miss Wendy.”

Archie puckered his lips and made loud, sloppy kissing noises, hamming it up like a little brat. Betty shot him a glare, and Veronica rolled her eyes, but neither of them bothered denying it. Instead, they flashed me sly, knowing grins that told me that was the kind of dare game they were interested.

“We’d ever so love to play a game with you, Mister Dalton,” Betty batted her long, fluttering eyelashes. My blonde cousin reminded me of Tinkerbell.

“Yes, you can even make up the rules,” Veronica added coyly. She reminded me of Tinkerbell’s saucy sister.

“Oh, THAT kind of dare game,” I nodded knowingly. The thing is, I had never played ANY kind of dare game with anyone. I was excited, horny, and a little intimidated.