Itty Bitty Titty Committee by EddieDavidson Chapter 7 The smell of sizzling cheeseburgers and peppers and onions sizzling on a grill with polish sausage was the first thing that assaults your nose when you arrive at Family Kingdom Amusement Park. Popcorn, lemonade, all the cool fair foods, and amusement rides were running. It was a bright and sunny day with a cool breeze coming in from the nearby beach. The park featured a small white rollercoaster and a log flume ride as well as some carousels and typical fair rides. Everyone was in high spirits. Dad kept calling it “Wally World” as a reference to the movie National Lampoon’s Vacation. My sister kept singing silly songs with farting noises and my brothers joined in and sang along. Oh, what the heck, I was being silly, so I sang along and so did Lindsay and Mom. Ruthie has a way of making everyone act goofy sometimes along with her. Even Dad was blowing raspberries. One of Ruth Ann’s favorite silly songs is to take a nonsense word like “Banana Butt” and use it in place of the word Manama in an old Muppet song she loved. It went a little like this Do do-do do-da-doot-doot-it. Banana Butt! Do doo de-do-do de-do-do de-do-do de-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do! Banana Butt! You try singing along to that song and replace manana with the word “Banana Butt” and see if you can do it without smiling. I guarantee by the third course if you are singing out loud, you’ll have a goofy grin on your face. There was nothing naughty about it – it was just my sister being my sister. The one thing all of us wanted to get to first when we first arrived was the Go-Kart ride! It was smaller than I remembered it. It was basically just a big square that had cones designed so that you could race each other. I was getting close to the age I could actually drive – although I felt like I was too short to reach the pedals on our Palisade. Driving a real car might as well have been a hundred years from now. The Go-Karts were here, and we were getting them now. I was wearing a simple top and a pair of shorts just like the rest of my family. I was thankful that I didn’t have to wear my absurd swimsuit. I could hardly believe Dad was going to let each of us have our own kart. You might think with the luck I was having that the karts would be broken down when we arrive, or that there would be enough for everyone EXCEPT for sad-sack Katie. Nope! There were plenty of karts, and we got right in, put on helmets, and started to race! What could go wrong? Nothing!! Nothing at all!! Well, one thing happened, and at first, I didn’t realize it. I got my own go-kart, strapped myself in, revved up the engine let the fun begin! I put my foot on the gas and was outta the gate! My brothers were keeping up with me as Ruth Ann giggled uproariously like a raving lunatic. The faster I went, the more the metal vibrated. I thought nothing of it. It’s a go-kart and it’s supposed to make engine sounds. I certainly wasn’t in any danger. The kart held together nicely! I took turns and soon I felt like an expert. Dad and Mom were taking their time and laughing as they drove their karts. Even Lindsay was getting in on the fun and racing along with us. That’s when I realized I had this curious feeling. The more the kart went “Brrrr” and shook, the more I had it. My body began tingling from my head to my toes in a very good way – like when Alice went down on me. I assumed I was thinking about Alice and tried to put her out of my mind, but that wasn’t it. The faster I stepped on the pedal the more the sensation grew. The pedal was revving more than the motor and if I sat with my legs apart and let the steering wheel column rest in my lap – it revved ME! I was accidentally masturbating! I didn’t even realize it until I unzipped my pants and snapped the button on my shorts. Mom kept pressing her horn and ruining my self-induced buzz. I waved at her with one hand and turned the wheel with the other. I was going to slow down and stop, catch my breath but then I thought “fuck it!” and I basically turned myself on for the next three hours non-stop. I even found a way to finger clit while I drove. No one knew, no one caught me. I felt guilty, and even though I was dripping wet, the moisture was whisked away by my sweat and soaked into my panties. I wasn’t a gushing fountain -but fuck, was I a happy girl. I didn’t get noticed, I didn’t get punished. I absolutely got away with something that I probably shouldn’t have, and I loved it. You didn’t expect that? Did you. I didn’t either. I kept having this niggling suspicion that I’d get my zipper caught in the steering column and some mechanic would tell my dad I broke his go-kart because I lubed it up with pussy juice. I kept thinking I’d be told that I’d have to drive the kart without shorts because I ruined my own and everyone would know I was a dirty masturbator. It made me think about what my sister said the night previously. She said I was a secret extrovert. If you are an extrovert, you should want everyone to know. I considered myself shy. If I was an extrovert, then I was the most introverted extrovert that had ever been. I enjoyed the ride. The mechanical contraption did all of the work and left me overstimulated. However, my brain was also feeding me fantasies to go along with the physical stimulation. It was like my mind needed to make up little stories to process how horny I was feeling. Most of these involved sex with Pod, or Alice, and Savannah. Some did involve skinny dipping or even feelings of powerlessness and vulnerability when I got punished. At the time, I was far too immature to make sense of those thoughts. I assumed they were simply doubts and fears manifesting about what could go wrong. We had a fantastic lunch eating cheeseburgers that were cooked on a greasy stove right in front of us. My parents had fun and any thoughts of going home early had disappeared if they ever existed at all. Ruth Ann insisted that I go on some of the kiddie rides with her. They were mostly the simple kind where you sit on a toy motorcycle while the ride turned slowly around in circles. At first, I was reluctant to be seen on them. “You go Ruthie! I’ll watch here and take your picture!!” “No, no, Katie! Me and you, me and you! I want YOU to go on the ride with me.” Mom was pleased that I didn’t put up much of a fuss, because my sister REALLY wanted me to share the experience with her. I knew Mom often mentioned we wouldn’t be this age forever. It did FEEL like we would be to me at that time. I was glad I rode the rides with my little sister. They were silly little rides that weren’t very excited (and certainly not like the Go-Karts) but it was good fun. At one point, Lindsay offered to snap our picture together. I thought nothing of handing her my phone. My sister snapped the picture and handed it back to me. After a few moments, she got me alone and whispered in my ear “A word to the wise, if you are going to text boob pics, delete them right after.” I realized that when my sister opened my Camera, the last few pictures were in the preview window. She must have seen Pod’s dick pic too. I didn’t have to confirm it by asking because her knowing glance was all I needed. I was QUITE thankful to my older sister. She could have easily ruined my day by handing the camera off to mom. Mom would have thought nothing of making me pull my shorts down and spanking my ass in the middle of the park for far less. I wasn’t sure what she would have done about dirty pics. However, I was pretty sure she would have seen it as a REALLY big deal. I spent a lot of time hanging out with Lindsay and basically kissing her ass. She probably knew that I was relieved, but she made it seem like no big deal and I appreciated that as well. I texted some very simple family photos to Pod, and he sent back a few of him and his mum watching a soccer game (which he calls Football). The entire family hung out together and even when we split up, it wasn’t so large that we wouldn’t run into each other again a few minutes later. We were at the amusement park until dark. I remember I was getting some pink and blue cotton candy for myself. I was standing off to the side eating it next to my brothers under the flashing lights of the food stands. “You know we realized something,” Lucas told me as he attempted to eat his cotton candy without getting it all over his shirt. “We can get you in trouble anytime we wanted.” My first thought was that Lindsay may have told them about the dirty pictures. I had deleted them already though. I was immediately uneasy. “Yeah, if we just tear up the cabin when Mom and dad are out, we can get you punished,” Georgie agreed with his older brother. “What do you want?” I assumed they were trying to blackmail me. “What do you mean?” Lucas was dumbfounded by my question. “I mean, like are you blackmailing me or something?” I asked. I had to explain to them that was when you hold something over someone’s head to coerce them to do things they don’t want to do. “Yeah, you’ve got to be nice to us!” Lucas’s tone suggested that was easy. “Nice how?” I wondered if they were going to be naughty like Alice and Savannah’s family and make me teach them sexual things. That is where my mind instantly went. “You’ve got to say hi, and not pretend we aren’t related when we go to the pool, you’ve got to play tag with us, share your candy if we don’t have any,” Lucas listed off a bunch of really simple polite things he expected. I almost felt guilty that he thought he would have to BLACKMAIL me for that. I agreed without any conditions with a hearty smile. My brothers were pretty nice. “Yeah, plus like do all of our chores and stuff,” Lucas grinned wickedly. Georgie agreed with him. “You brats,” I snickered! They were kidding. I was supposed to do all of the chores anyway. They had forgotten. They certainly weren’t trying to be mean. I tapped Lucas and impishly said “You are it!” and let him chase me around the amusement park. It was all good fun, and they were never really serious. The following day we went to Woodhaven Pancake house. My dad has been raving about their country ham for three years. It’s sliced thin and very salty – Dad calls it “Bacon Plus”. All I remembered was that they had 71 signature omelets and their menu read like a book. I chose homestyle which is an ordinary omelet, but I appreciated having so many choices. My brothers ordered the “Kitchen Sink” which is as you can imagine everything that CAN be added to an omelet. We left fat and ready for a nap. My parents wanted to go shopping at the Tangier Outlets (well mom did, and Dad was expected to go with her). My older sister took the others to the pool, and I pretended to need a quick nap and promised to join them soon. I wanted to play with myself alone and I needed a little privacy for that. I locked the door, hunkered down low and undressed and snapped a few shots of my pussy, and chose the best ones. I texted them to Pod. He seemed to really appreciate any nude shots I would send him, but I wanted to make sure that I didn’t focus on my little boobs, so I was careful about the angles I chose. I deleted them immediately after and was very diligent about it. It wasn’t long before I had my sister’s sex toy out and started pleasuring myself. I heard them returning and quickly put it up. I didn’t get a chance to wash it. I probably looked very guilty when they arrived. My hair was a mess and I barely had time to slide into my panties and t-shirt. My pussy was soaked. Lindsay looked at me as if I was crazy. They all did. Lindsay made us lunch and then announced that she was going out to sunbathe in the yard. “Why not just go to the beach?” Lucas asked. “I am going to get an all-over tan. You two creepers mind your own business and if anyone tells Mom and dad, I’ll give your ASSES an all-over tan,” she warned my brothers. My sister grabbed a towel, and some sunblock and walked outside in her bikini. She turned before she left and told me and my sister to join her. “Really?” Ruthie seemed excited. “You are going to want to anyway,” Lindsay shrugged at Ruthie. She turned to me and said she didn’t trust me alone and I had to be where she could see me at all times. “Let me put on my bathing suit,” I pleaded. “You don’t’ need it. We’ve got a privacy fence and we’ll be down low. You can wear what you have on,” my sister said. “If you want to get some sun on your backs and tummies now is the time,” she said. My sister knew about my dirty pictures on my phone - I felt like this was some kind of retribution from her. We went outside and my sister put on her cool mirrored shades and laid out some towels for us to lay on. She laid down on her stomach and untied her bikini top. She explained she wanted an all-over tan. My sister and I were wearing shirts. We stood there awkwardly until my sister said to just take them off and lay down. “But?” I mumbled. My sister didn’t even look up. “If you two creepers are up there staring the only thing you are going to see are the all-stars of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. The guy in the cabin next door has bigger boobs. Now, stop panting and drooling and go about your business,” she teased them. I heard the boys giggle and run away from the window. Ruthie didn’t have to ask twice. She took off her top and laid down on her back facing the sun. I hunched down so that nobody could see me. I could feel my pulse racing and then I removed my shirt. It felt strangely liberating to be topless in ‘public’. I laid down on my stomach though because I was still a little frightened someone would walk up on us or my parents would return. “Relax, I can hear your butthole tightening from here,” Lindsay teased me and told me to put some suntan lotion on her back. “I want to do it,” Ruthie offered enthusiastically. “Fine, you take my legs, Freckles, you take my back. Miss a spot and I’ll drop you off the end of the Myrtle Beach Pier,” My sister was half-joking. “Cunt punt you right into the Atlantic ocean!” We lotioned her up and talked. “If you want an all-over tan, why don’t you untie the bottoms too?” Ruth Ann asked her innocently. “I think this is a fairly private spot, but I am not going to moon my brothers!” Ruthie asked if she could take her panties since she was topless. “You could but you better lotion yourself everywhere, if you burn your cooter or your pooter then you aren’t going to like it,” she warned. Ruthie lathered up the inside of my sister’s thigh until it was well oiled. “Cooter and pooter!” my sister thought that was funny. She slid her panties off and put them on the picnic table when she finished Lindsay. Then she sat down on the towel, spread her legs, and began to apply sunscreen to the most intimate parts of her body like it was not a big deal. “What about you freckles? Your turn,” Lindsay said as she luxuriated while I lotioned her back. She added that I could do it after I work the knot out of the muscles in her shoulders. “I do not think so! You aren’t doing it,” I laughed that off. “You are just a thin slit and no tits,” Lindsay explained rather seriously. “Georgie and Lucas saw everything you have when Daddy spanked you last week. You can go naked out here and nobody is going to say boo. If I, did it, they’d have boners for days.” “I know what those are,” Ruthie smiled mischievously and lifted a crooked finger from her vagina before pointing it straight. “Nobody is going to notice, scaredy-cat. I guarantee you that can walk all the way to the community pool just like you are. Swim a lap around the shallow end and walk back without a single person saying a word to you,” my sister said. “Hah,” I scoffed. “Okay, let’s make a bet,” Lindsay offered to buy me an ice cream if anyone said anything to me. I laughed at her and began to apply sunblock to my chest. That hardly seemed worth the humiliation. “Ooh, I’ll do it for ice cream!” Ruthie said. “You’d do it because I say to do it,” Lindsay dismissed Ruthie’s offer but told her she’d buy us both an ice cream whether anyone said anything or not -just to prove the point.” “YOU do it in panties with us and I’d do it,” I giggled. I knew she wouldn’t go for that. “I am not a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. People would actually notice me if I did that. I would love to be able to get away with it.” “That’s why you are laying on your stomach and won’t flip over?” I joked and called her a chicken. “I will flip over and lay here butt naked, but you have to it with me. At the end, you have to walk the entire length of the campground in just panties. “Now who is chicken?” I turned red and obviously I was afraid. However, as she said my brothers had already seen me naked, and we were pretty well hidden here. I slid my panties off and laid on my back first. I began to lotion up my legs. My sister seemed impressed that I was that daring. She rolled over and let her top fall off. Then she rolled her yellow polka dot bikini down her legs and completely off. My sister’s nipples were strawberry pink, and she had no pubic hair at all. I had seen her naked in the shower but never really looked at her body. “Are you naked?” Lucas asked loudly from the window. I heard Georgie giggling. My sister was wearing sunglasses, but I could hear her rolling her eyes when she replied. “Why don’t you tell the entire world I am down here. You tell mom and you are dead men.” “Can we come out there with you?” Lucas was clearly speaking for Georgie as well. “No,” my sister said rather clearly. There was a long pause and she said “Fine, you are going to sit at the window like two weirdos anyway. If either of you starts asking me what different parts of the vagina are, I am going to kick you in the balls.” Lindsay explained that in places like Europe and Brazil this was generally no big deal. My brothers couldn’t ignore me and Ruth Ann. They both seemed to study the tiny goosebumps and ridges on my sister’s nipples. She looked straight ahead, and we couldn’t see her eyes because of her dark sunglasses. She might have been sleeping. After, what felt like four hours but was probably only forty minutes she announced that it was time for me to pay the piper and began to get dressed. I was so nervous, and I felt like I was going to get caught and in trouble. “Look, if you want, I’ll take a picture and you can text it to your boyfriend,” Lindsay smiled at me and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Really?” “Really, really,” she shrugged. She snapped a picture after I put my panties on. I texted it to Pod. His immediate reaction was to ask if I had on panties or real bikini bottoms. I told him they were bikini bottoms, and he didn’t challenge that. They were white cotton panties, but they could have just as easily been a bikini. I was actually quite thrilled to walk through the park this way. I did turn a couple of heads. Mostly creepy old men, and the fact that I was walking with Ruth Ann and my sister helped. Georgie and Lucas went with us. They were shirtless as well. The only person with a top was Lindsay. When we got to the pool, it was busy. No one seemed to think twice about it. We grabbed some foam “pool noodles” and hopped into the pool. The water made my bottoms see-through. The crack of my butt and my slit was visible to at least 30 people. Ruth Ann was dressed just like me though and so were a couple of the other younger swimmers. The Brazilian girls showed up and the thongs the older ones wore turned a LOT of heads. Ruthie said she would like one of the microkinis the women wear. “You are wearing a pair of wet panties without a top,” Lindsay chuckled as we prepared to leave. “Yeah, but those string bikinis are sexy!” Ruthie giggled innocently. “All you need is a thick piece of string, and you could make one,” Georgie suggested. As we were leaving, Patton the guy that worked at the front desk pulled up in a golf cart. He had a CB radio. I thought he was going to bust us for being at the pool in just panties. “Let me guess, you did something wrong again?” he asked. I had almost forgotten that the night we arrived I was stuck playing scarecrow at the fence and had to tell him my dad made me wait there. “No, I guess I lost a bet,” I admitted. Patton seemed to want an answer and I told him the truth. When we returned to the cabin, Ruth Ann kept her shirt off for a while inside the cabin. She just didn’t think about putting one on. I put mine back on immediately. Ruthie waited until Lindsay told her to put it on shortly after my parents texted that they were coming back. When my parents got home from shopping, my brothers and sisters all looked like cats that just ate the canary. I did too. We couldn’t help it. We just got away with something I didn’t think we would. If they caught us, I am sure I would have been punished. I think the risk kind of sent my heart racing in a good way. All of my siblings except for Lindsay had wicked grins on their face. “Did anything happen while we were away?” Dad asked with a look of suspicion on his face. “No, we just got back from playing a game at the community pool,” Lindsay explained. My parents thought nothing of that, and we went out for dinner again and had a great time. Dad wanted to go to an Outback steakhouse. Mom said that they have those where we live in Raleigh. He ended up taking us to a nice local place called Chuck’s Steakhouse. Dad was really glad he didn’t go to a chain restaurant after all. “See, sometimes I do know best,” Mom kissed him lovingly. “I think this vacation is a little like our last name,” Dad explained to the family. “It’s been difficult dealing with it but in the end, it has built character. It’s teaching us to find the humor in the bad and take it with a grain of salt. I think it is smooth sailing from here.” He probably shouldn’t have said that. However, that night it was totally true. That night when we got home, I was all out of clothes that I could wear to take a shower. It was late and Mom suggested that I just wrap a towel around me. “This time keep an eye on it,” she said. Savannah or her wicked boys never showed up and I was able to go home without any problems wearing just the towel. I wondered what was more risqué’? Walking the camp with a towel around my freshly showered naked body or wearing only panties. I felt VERY embarrassed in broad daylight – but it was interesting how people let me get me away with it. I didn’t want to do it EVER again though. Once was more than enough of a thrill!