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Trailer Trash Teen Hates Rules Ch. 03

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Waking up in a bad mood on Monday morning, trailer park girl Breanna drives her aunt, uncle and cousin Kate insane with her antics. But when bitchy nympho Breanna selects two guys to satisfy her sexually, maybe even she should have been more discerning!

This kinky sex comedy set in the early 1990s contains strong language and adult themes, and coarse ribald humor, both sexual and non-sexual. Only characters aged 18 and over engage in sexual activity or are naked, with all characters and events fictional. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental and unintentional.

Please enjoy Chapter 3 of Trailer Trash Teen Hates Rules, and check out its predecessor, Spoiled Princess Hates Camping.


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KATE Wilson's pretty face was peaceful as she slept through the Sunday night and early hours of Monday morning, before her eyelids fluttered open to show her green irises around dawn. Kate yawned and stretched, the tall teenager reaching for her glasses on her bedside table, pushing some strands of her long brown hair back from her forehead.

Sliding her feet and legs out from under the cover, Kate stood up and smoothed down her oversize white tee-shirt, her big breasts straining the front of the fabric, over the white full brief panties with pink flowers she was wearing. Opening the drawer next to her bed, Kate took a sanitary napkin and placed it in her bathroom bag. Sliding open the door of her closet, Kate took out her clothes for work; a white short-sleeved blouse and knee-length black skirt and a white E-cup bra. The final item she collected was the novel she was reading, and with everything she needed Kate walked barefoot across the hallway and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Placing her clothes and bathroom bag next to the shower, Kate put her book on the toilet cistern, checked for toilet paper, put down the toilet seat then lifted her oversize shirt and pulled down her panties, her overnight pad securely adhered to the saddle, down to her ankles and sat on the toilet, positioning the plump cheeks of her bare bottom so she was comfortable on the seat.

Her knees slightly apart showing off her forest of pubic hair and her dark-pink oval-shaped vagina, Kate began to urinate, her stream of yellow pee splashing into the toilet bowl, the sound filling the bathroom and audible not only in there but the hallway and in Dylan's bedroom directly opposite the bathroom. Dylan, who had just awoken, put his pillow over his head to drown out the noise of his sister using the toilet, cursing himself for not getting in before her. Once Kate was on the toilet, she would be there for 10 to 15 minutes, sometimes up to 20 minutes, and that was not including her shower, tooth-brushing, hair-fixing and make-up application time. Dylan would now have to wait for either his sister to finish, or use his parents' bathroom when they finished getting ready for work.

In the bathroom, Kate finished peeing, unwound some toilet paper and wiped her pussy then moved her bowels, feeling relief in her rectum as she was pooing, splashing sounds from the toilet echoing around the bathroom. Kate unwound and scrunched up a length of toilet paper from the roll, then wiped her bottom front to back, reaching behind her to pick up her novel and opened it where she had left off, Kate's facial expression again changing as she again moved her bowels.

Kate was an avid reader, a major factor in her deciding to become an English teacher, and often would read novels or text books while she was on the toilet. But while Kate was enjoying this book, she could only read one paragraph before she put the novel back on the cistern, unable to concentrate on it. Kate again got some toilet paper and wiped her vagina and anus, while looking down at her bare feet and lowered panties, unable to stop thinking about Brett the previous afternoon.

While making out after Brett gave Kate's bare feet a massage, he had seemed so affectionate with her, kissing her more intimately, stroking her, holding her hand, gazing at her, telling her how beautiful she was. Kate of course had no objection to this, but then Brett broke one of the rules they had always agreed to that if they had sex with anyone else, they did not tell the other about it. Brett mentioned that he had hooked up with a girl while in Pittsburgh for work while Kate was on vacation, and that whole night in the hotel room he had wished that it was Kate in the bed with him.

Kate did not mention the adventures she and Madison enjoyed with Australian travelers Davo and Travis, then Brett was saying that maybe they could go out to a movie, or just for a coffee together. A little surprised that Brett would contemplate dating, Kate had mentioned the complications, including that Brett was John's friend, and her protective older brother would probably not be pleased about such a relationship, also that she was starting college in the fall.

Brett had mentioned that such difficulties could easily be overcome. John could hardly object to his sister and friend going out on a harmless date, what they had done together so far would remain strictly between them and Philadelphia was just over an hour's drive away, so they could easily visit each other at weekends or during spare time, with Kate coming home for college holidays anyway.

Kate did not completely discount the possibility of them being a proper boyfriend and girlfriend, with Brett saying to her to think it through as she got ready to drive home, Brett and Kate ending their afternoon with a long, deep kiss and Brett feeling the elastic of Kate's panties through her skirt.

There was certainly a lot for Kate to think about, and adding to the complication were her feelings about Travis. Kate's toilet paper tickled her vagina as she again wiped between her legs before moving it back to her anus, and the girl squirmed on the toilet seat as the pleasurable feeling reminded her of the great sex she and Travis had enjoyed while on vacation. But Travis was only in America on a working vacation, and would return to Australia before the end of the year along with his friend Davo. Then he and Kate would be half a world away from each other, which hardly made for a great relationship.

Kate should have had plenty of time to contemplate things in the peace and privacy that the bathroom provided, her slightly unsteady tummy coupled with having her period were factors that would keep her on the toilet for some time this morning. However, another factor was to come into play very soon, and this factor was a certain blonde 18-year-old female, who had awoken on the first floor also needing to empty her own bowels.

Getting out of her bed in the back room and wearing the same oversize tee-shirt she had yesterday over a pair of white bikini panties with pink hearts, Breanna had mounted the stairs on her bare feet, pausing only to pull the elastic of her panties out of her right butt cheek, the panties having ridden up during the night to give the teenager a wedgie.

Breanna attempted to turn the handle on the bathroom door, but it was locked. "Fuck," muttered Breanna. In the bathroom, Kate heard Breanna outside the door, but did not respond, continuing to sit on the toilet without reacting.

Sighing dramatically, Breanna stood by the bathroom door, and heard the sound of whoever was in there advancing the toilet roll and rustling the toilet paper, the same sound repeated a few seconds later and Breanna thought they would soon be finished. However in the quiet of the house she faintly heard splashing sounds in the toilet as the occupier moved her bowels, then the sound of more toilet paper being unwound.

Lacking any sort of patience at the best of times, Breanna knocked loudly on the bathroom door, causing Kate to jump. "I'm in here," Kate called out.

"Kate, how long are you going to be?" Breanna called out.

Irritated, Kate responded, "I'll be finished when I finish."

"Oh for fuck's sake Kate, how long have you already been in there?" demanded Breanna. "Get a fucking move on. How long does it take you to have a shit?"

In the bathroom, the embarrassed Kate flushed bright red. "Breanna, can you leave me alone?"

Dylan emerged from his bedroom to get a better view of his nubile cousin standing barefoot on the landing in her over-size tee-shirt, and her harassing his twin sister while she was on the toilet, which he found greatly amusing. Dylan was a fan of anything that irritated Kate.

Seeing Dylan emerge from his bedroom, Breanna turned to him. "Does your sister normally take this long when she's on the toilet?"

Dylan laughed. "Yeah, Kate's always going to the bathroom, she always takes ages and she uses heaps of toilet paper, especially when it's that time of the month."

"Shut up, Dylan!" Kate yelled through the door. "Can you both just leave me to have some privacy?"

"She gets really pissed off if you disturb her too," Dylan pointed out.

"Well I get pissed off when your sister won't get her fat ass off the toilet when other people are waiting," said Brenna. She pounded repeatedly on the door. "Come on Kate, get some toilet paper, wipe your ass and finish for fuck's sake."

"Breanna, get lost," Kate snapped. In the bathroom, Kate's body posture on the toilet was rigid and defensive, her knees locked together, her expression furious. She had never been harassed like this while she was sitting on the toilet having a poo before, and hoped that she never would be again.

"It's real easy to pick the lock on this door," Breanna warned her cousin. "If you don't hurry the fuck up, I'll do it and drag you off the toilet and into the hall with your panties still around your ankles."

"Leave me alone!" yelled Kate, Breanna and Dylan both laughing. Breanna knocked repeatedly on the bathroom door, succeeding with her goal of driving Kate crazy.

Had John been at home, he would have put a stop to this right away and Kate would have been able to finish on the toilet in peace and privacy. However, John had left early to go with the local fitness center with Samantha. Likewise, Bob would have not permitted this shameful treatment of his daughter, but Bob was in the ensuite bathroom taking a shower, and unable to hear this nonsense. It was left to Anna to sort out the problem, when she returned from outside and heard the commotion upstairs. Dressed in the blue uniform of the medical center where she worked as a receptionist, Anna dashed upstairs.

"What is going on up here?" Anna demanded sternly.

"Mom, I'm trying to go to the bathroom, and they keep bothering me," Kate protested from behind the door.

"Oh boo-hoo," sneered Breanna. "Toughen the fuck up Kate."

"Enough!" snapped Anna. "Breanna, what is the problem?"

"I am dying to take a shit, but Kate's already in there on the toilet having a shit and taking way too long," said Breanna. "For fuck's sake, how long can it take her to finish and wipe her ass?"

"Breanna, do not speak like that," said Anna, although she doubted her niece would heed this advice. Anna noticed her son standing there watching everything with great amusement. "Don't you have anything to do, Dylan?" she asked.

"Nuh," said Dylan.

"You do now. Go downstairs and feed the cats and dogs, and don't ever let me catch you annoying Kate like this again." Anna pointed at the staircase, and Dylan reluctantly skulked away, disappointed to be missing the end of the show.

"Are you going to do anything?" Breanna demanded. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"No, because Bob is having a shower," said Anna.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I went in there and sat on the toilet while he dried off," Breanna smirked.

"No!" snapped Anna. "Now you stop saying things like that, is that clear?"

"I really need to go to the bathroom," said Breanna. "Should I just stand here while you're wasting my fucking time, shit myself and make a huge mess in my panties?"

"This is what is going to happen," said Anna. "You are going to wait here patiently, and you will use the bathroom that becomes free first. You will be patient with other people in this house, and you will never, ever bother Kate when she's in the bathroom like that ever again. When Kate is using the toilet, she will be left in peace and privacy. How do you think Kate feels, having to put up with your nonsense when she's in no position to defend herself? Do I make myself clear, Breanna?"

"I can see Kate's your favorite," responded the recalcitrant Breanna.

"It's not a matter of favorites," said Anna sternly. "It's a matter of rules and respect, young lady." She remained standing with Breanna to make sure the girl did not cause any more trouble, and also to speak to Kate when her daughter finished.

The words 'rules' and 'respect' were ones that pissed off Breanna even more, but at least she was away from the bathroom door. In the bathroom, Kate was able to relax more and finish pooing, the teenager unwinding toilet paper five times in a row to wipe herself clean. Kate stood up and pulled up and adjusted her panties and her pad. Her sanitary napkin would need to be changed, but she would do this when she returned to the bathroom for a shower. Kate put down the toilet lid, then flushed the toilet and with the sound of the cistern refilling, the teenager thoroughly washed her hands. She took her work clothes, not wanting to risk Breanna throwing them in the shower as revenge, and then her bathroom bag and book.

When Kate emerged from the bathroom, Breanna sneered at her. "It's about fucking time."

"Breanna, you stop that," snapped Anna as Kate, an indignant angry look on her face, walked on her bare feet towards her bedroom, with Breanna likewise walking towards the bathroom on her own bare feet.

Breanna stopped outside the bathroom noticing Kate's toilet smell. "Jesus Kate, it smells really bad in here. Fuck, how could you stink out the toilet so much, or did you just fart on your way out?"

Kate's already rigid body position became even more so as the indignant teenager strode for her bedroom. "Breanna, shut your mouth!" warned Anna, before going to follow her daughter. However, the older woman paused when she did not hear the bathroom door close and lock and turned around to a most unwelcome sight.

The bathroom door was wide open, and Anna was in time to see her niece lift her over-size tee-shirt and slide down her white panties with pink hearts to her ankles before sitting down on the toilet. Anna remembered Rosanne's warning that one of Breanna's favored tactics for getting attention and causing offense was to sit on the toilet with the door open, and it was clear that the girl was going to do the same here.

Anna dashed for the bathroom as the sound of Breanna urinating began to fill the upstairs. "Breanna, no! You always close and lock the door, do you understand?" She pressed the door lock button, and slammed the bathroom door closed.

Breanna answered back even as she was peeing. "You fucking talk to me when I'm on the fucking toilet, and you fucking yell at me when I talk to Kate while she's on the fucking toilet. I'm sick to fucking death of the fucking shit that goes on around this fucking house."

"Shut up for once in your life, Breanna," was Anna's sharp response. Shaking her head with rage, Anna went to Kate's bedroom to check on her daughter. Kate was pacing next to her bed on her bare feet, still fuming. Anna closed the bedroom door. "You okay, Kate?"

Kate shook her head. "She drives me nuts. Breanna has been here two days, and things have been complete chaos. It was so humiliating, the way she carried on while I was in the bathroom. And my brother didn't help things."

"Would you like me to make them apologize to you?" asked Anna.

"No thanks, it would be just too embarrassing for me," said Kate.

Anna put her arm around her daughter to reassure her. "I'm sorry about Breanna. I don't want her here either, but she was kind of just thrown at us. If Breanna does anything more like this morning, let me know and your father and I will deal with her. And if she doesn't improve, we'll take her right back to the trailer park and your Aunt Rosanne and Uncle Wyatt can put up with her."

"Thanks Mom," said Kate. She looked at her bedside clock. "I'd really better get ready for work, I don't want to be late. I bet Breanna will take her time now, to try and teach me some sort of lesson."

"Your Dad has finished in our bathroom now," said Anna. "How about you go in there and get ready?"

"My red towel and bathmat are in the main bathroom," said Kate, her voice uncertain. "I don't want to make a mess of a towel in your bathroom ..."

"I have my own red towel and bathmat that you can use," said Anna. "Remember, I'm a woman too."

"Yes, of course," said Kate, laughing lightly. "Thanks again Mom."

"It's no problem," Anna assured her daughter, giving Kate a hug, before Kate turned and walked to her parents' ensuite bathroom to take her shower and returned to the first floor to get breakfast.

In the main bathroom, Breanna sat pooing on the toilet, her legs open showing her vagina and blonde pubic hair, her panties down around her ankles and bare feet, the smell of her own poo combining with the smell of Kate's poo. The blonde teenager unwound some toilet paper from the roll, and wiped her dirty bottom, all the while fuming over what she perceived as bias shown by Anna to favor Kate. Getting more toilet paper and again wiping her anus, Breanna plotted her revenge, and how best to humiliate her aunt and cousin. A great idea came into her head for Anna, and by association Bob straight away, but for Kate she needed more time to think.

Dylan stood waiting outside the bathroom to take a shower before work. Dylan acted casually as he heard the sound of his cousin advancing the toilet roll, imagining Breanna sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles and thinking about how the toilet paper she had unwound would be now making intimate contact with Breanna's most interesting areas.

Behind the bathroom door, Breanna strained again, and more of her poo splashed into the toilet, before the girl unwound toilet paper three times in a row to wipe herself clean. Breanna stood up and flushed the toilet, pulling up her panties and washing her hands. Turning on her bare feet Breanna walked to the bathroom door and opened it, seeing Dylan outside. Breanna patted her cousin on the head. "Hey shorty, make sure you breathe through your mouth in there. Between my shit and your sister's shit, phew." She fanned her hand under her nose.

Dylan quickly realized that the advice given by Breanna was sound as he stepped into the bathroom and found that the toilet smells left by Kate and Breanna were as bad as his cousin warned. He lifted the toilet seat, still warm from Breanna's bare bottom sitting on it and peed as quickly as he could before flushing and running to the shower cubicle. Never one to take long showers anyway, Dylan's visit to the shower was rapid and he decided that he could do without tooth brushing this morning. Brushing his teeth had been a source of major debate for he and his parents for years, Dylan avoiding it where possible while his goody-two shoes sister brushed her teeth religiously. Much to the mean-spirited boy's pleasure, he never had a thing wrong with his teeth and often received praise from the dentist, while the conscientious Kate had worn orthodontic braces in middle school.

After dressing in the blue supermarket uniform he wore to work, Dylan emerged from his room at the same time Kate did from her own room. The tall, pretty teenager looked good in her work clothes, the white blouse, black knee-length skirt and black shoes, her hair tied back in a neat bun, her glasses making her look all the more professional.
Dylan could not resist a comment that sounded like a compliment, but in fact was an insult. "Wow Kate, those clothes make you look so much better this morning."

Kate, still pissed off at Dylan was not going to speak to him anyway, and even more irritated now, maintained her frosty silence on the way downstairs. With Kate driving Dylan to work this morning, it was going to be a tense ride for the siblings.

In the spare room where Breanna was staying, she had no intention of dressing yet, and still wore the oversize tee-shirt and panties she had slept in. She had taken the weekend newspaper, this a critical piece in the revenge she would take upon her aunt and uncle. Breanna was about to go and get some breakfast when an idea crossed her mind.

Reaching under her tee-shirt, Breanna pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Massaging her pussy with her fingers and getting her snatch nice and sticky, Breanna walked to the kitchen, carrying her purse so she could have a smoke after breakfast, with no panties covering her pubic hair, bottom and vagina. It wasn't often that Breanna went commando. She liked tight jeans and shorts, so panties were a necessity to stop the seams cutting into her cooch. And when wearing her short skirts Breanna loved flashing her panties at guys and teasing them, leading them on and letting them down.

However, this morning she would sit at the table and have breakfast with no panties on at all, just a tee-shirt barely covering her womanhood. Everyone was getting their breakfast; Anna, Kate and Dylan were having cereal, fruit, toast and juice, while Bob was sitting down to a full fried breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausages, fried bread, tomatoes and mushrooms. Bob enjoyed fried breakfasts, but for the sake of health, ate just one a week, usually on a Monday. As had been the case the day before, the dogs and cats sat back watching the family eat.

Breanna got some toast and sat down at the table. The teenager opened her legs wide under the table top, knowing her pubes and sticky snatch were exposed. Bob and Anna of course saw none of this but gave their niece disapproving looks, with the girl having not showered and the smell of her sweat, cigarette smoke and femininity noticeable.

"Why haven't you dressed and showered yet?" Anna asked.

"One, your daughter takes forever on the toilet so there wasn't time, two I don't have any fucking thing to do today so there's no point," retorted Breanna.

"Breanna, you have been warned before about your language and the way you treat Kate, so shut it," warned Bob.

Breanna looked at Bob's breakfast. "That's bad for you," she said.

"That's not your concern, and I work hard all week to earn the money for pay for it," warned Bob. "So when I want a fried breakfast in my house, then I will eat a fried breakfast in my house."

"Great, you've got a job, and all of your family have jobs, I'm so jealous," sneered Breanna.

Bob took a sip of coffee. "Actually, you do have a job to do today, Breanna."

"Yeah what?" sneered Breanna.

"Your grandparents across the road have had a load of mulch delivered to landscape their garden," said Bob. "You will be weeding the garden beds, and spreading the mulch over the beds."

"They're not my grandparents," said Breanna. She pointed at Anna. "They're her parents, and John, Kate and Dylan's grandparents. Your parents are my grandparents. Get your facts right."

"Breanna, lose the attitude," warned Anna.

"It doesn't make any difference whose grandparents they are," said Bob. "You will be doing what we say, and that is that. You may not have a proper job, but when you live here, you work."

Breanna glowered at her aunt and uncle and took a mouthful of toast, again holding out the crust to the dogs and cats who wandered over, interested in this new food source.

"Breanna, you are not to feed your breakfast to the dogs and cats at the table," warned Bob.

"So, you don't want me to feed my breakfast to the dogs and cats from the table, Uncle Bob?" asked Breanna.

"Yes, the last thing I want to do is feed your breakfast to the dogs and cats from the table," said Bob.

"Okay then, I'll feed them your breakfast from the table," said Breanna. She grabbed her uncle's plate, of which he had eaten about three mouthfuls of his breakfast and tipped the contents onto the floor. This time, with meat available the carnivorous instincts of the cats and dogs kicked in and they raced in to devour Bob's breakfast as quickly as they could, a chorus of barking, growling and hissing filling the room as the pets squabbled over the spoils. One cat, a rasher of bacon in her mouth, climbed up the curtain rail to eat it away from the competition.

Breanna took an apple from the fruit bowl and placed it on her uncle's empty plate. "You said not to feed my breakfast to the cats and dogs, not to feed your breakfast to them. Here, eat this it's much healthier for you. You can thank me later when you don't have a heart attack or stroke." Under the table, the girl adjusted her tee shirt so her chair was directly in contact with her bare bottom and vagina, the teenager's sticky pussy juice getting on the seat.

Bob's face was bright red, and he looked as though he might have the said heart attack or stroke very soon, so furious was his expression. Incandescent with rage, Bob slammed his open palm down into the table, causing Kate and Dylan to jump. "Don't you dare do anything like that again," Bob stormed at his indifferent niece, who smirked with smug satisfaction at the drama she had caused.

"Do you think it's funny?" Anna demanded of her niece, furious that her husband had started his first day back at work this way.

"I'll tell you what is funny Breanna," said Bob. He grabbed Breanna's purse and took out a twenty dollar note. "You will be paying for my new breakfast that I will buy on my way to work." With that Bob slammed the purse down and stormed out, pausing only to kiss Anna on the way out. So furious was Bob about the fate of his breakfast that the amount of money Breanna had in her purse failed to attract his attention. Had a more rational Bob seen this, he would have asked questions as to how Breanna, who was unemployed like her parents and brother and lived day to day on welfare and loans in a trailer park, had so much cash and where she got it from.

The sound of Bob's van reversing down the driveway was heard, then the squeal of tires as he sped away towards town. "I hope he slows down before he gets a ticket," laughed Breanna.

"Now that is enough for one morning," said Anna. "I need to get some things before work, so you have five minutes to assist yourself in getting lung cancer, and then I will show you what needs to be done at my parents' house."

Kate and Dylan quickly cleared the table and did the washing up in absolute silence as their mother went upstairs, and Breanna collected her cigarettes and lighter and a pair of flip-flop shoes and went outside. The chair she had been sitting on showed a few damp stains on the seat, where Breanna had ground her vagina against it.

Lighting her cigarette, Breanna squatted barefoot on the porch facing the road, her knees wide apart, the teenager shamelessly showing off her pubic hair and her sticky pink snatch to anyone who happened to be passing by, which thankfully for the sake of public decency was nobody. Feeling an itch inside her pussy, the girl slipped her finger inside to relieve it then pulled out her vagina scented finger and sniffed it. The smell of her own snatch made her think of Isabella's snatch, and Breanna pondered if she might be able to get in contact with her friend today. Another itch, this time on her bottom distracted her and she reached around the back to scratch her ass.

Hearing her aunt approach, Breanna finished off the cigarette and stood up, deliberately blowing smoke near Anna's face as the slim figure of her aunt stood next to her. "Okay, let's see what I have to do today," said Breanna without enthusiasm, as she slipped her feet into her flip-flops and went with Anna and her aunt pointed out the mulch, which to Breanna seemed the size of Mt. Everest and the gardening tools and gloves.

"It will do you good to see how hard everyone in this family works," Anna said to Breanna, her niece not sharing the same level of enthusiasm.

"So are your parents home today?" asked Breanna.

"Not much, they keep busy in their retirement," said Anna.

"So what do I do when I'm thirsty, hungry or need to go to the bathroom?" demanded Breanna. "Drink from the hose, starve, squat in the garden when I need a poo, and wipe my ass with leaves?"

"Spare me the drama Breanna," said Anna. She handed her niece a key. "This is for the back door, but you will only go back inside when you really need to, like when you need the bathroom. And remember, no smoking inside."

"Yes," sighed Breanna dramatically.

As the two women walked back across the road to the house, Anna walked behind Breanna and looked at her niece's figure from behind. She did not approve of Breanna walking out across the road in her nightwear, but there was no way she was going to waste time talking the girl into having a shower as she would be very late for work. However, looking at Breanna she could not help but feel that something looked out of place, but could not put her finger on it.

Going up the driveway, Breanna noticed a dime on the concrete and without thinking bent over to pick it up. As Breanna's tee-shirt rode up, Anna realized very quickly realized what looked out of place with the girl; no panty lines under her nightwear. Now the horrified Anna was confronted with the cheeks of Breanna's bare bottom and further down the slim pink lips of her vagina.

"Breanna, stand up!" hissed Anna, worried if anybody else had seen this. She pushed her niece over to where her car stood. "What do you think you were doing, going out with no panties like that?"

"Oh sorry, I must have forgotten, I'll be more careful in the future," said Breanna casually.

"You will wear underwear at all times, is that clear young lady?" snapped Anna.

"Underwear at all times, got it," said Breanna.

"Good, now go inside and get ready, I will not be late to work," snapped Anna.

On the way back inside, they passed Kate and Dylan who bade their mother goodbye for the day and got into the car, Kate driving and Dylan in the front passenger seat, still silent. Kate immediately put the radio onto the popular music station she liked and reversed down the driveway, a cheerful bubblegum pop tune filling the car and seeming out of place with the frosty atmosphere between the brother and sister. Dylan was more a fan of grunge and heavy metal, and did not share his sister's taste in music, although he did enjoy watching pop music video shows if only to perve on the girls in the clips.

In the road, Kate put the car into drive and Dylan took his chance to try and change the station, immediately withdrawing his hand as Kate slapped it away from the radio. Dylan pondered if he should try and change the channel to the country and western channel as Kate drove down the street, the pissed off teenager driving much too fast as her father had done. Given how Kate despised country music it would make her really mad, but fortunately he could not muster the nerve and Kate continued to drive in complete silence.

Back at the house, Breanna pulled on her white panties with hearts that she had been wearing earlier in the morning, a black shirt that showed off her cleavage and mid-riff and short denim shorts with her panties marginally visible at the top, encasing her feet in white sneakers that she had stolen a few weeks earlier.

Anna disapproved of the way her niece was dressed but said nothing, as she would be late for work if she debated the issue with Breanna. Instead she ordered Breanna to get to work, locked up the house and drove away to the medical center.

Breanna sighed deeply and dramatically as she put on gloves and with great reluctance commenced weeding, seeing Anna's parents heading out for the day, the elderly couple scarcely acknowledging her. Less than 30 minutes passed before Breanna decided that she needed a break, but unusually did not reach for her cigarettes.

Going back across the road Breanna let herself in the back door and collected the newspaper she had been going through earlier. Opening the paper at the correct page, Breanna picked up the receiver and dialed the number. One of the girl's natural talents was an ability to mimic other people's voices, and when the caller at the other end answered Breanna's voice was perfect to pass as her 47-year-old aunt.

"Good morning," said Breanna politely. "My name is Anna. My husband Bob and I saw your advertisement in the newspaper and we were wondering ..."

*

John had missed all the drama at the house that morning, having a good workout at the local fitness center while Samantha took the aerobics class next door. The fit and good-looking young man, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and shorts made his way around the circuit, but found himself sneaking peeks into the aerobics room where the equally fit Samantha was stepping, running, jumping and stretching to the music and the instructor's directions, other pretty girls also in the class doing the same.

Samantha looked great in a pink sports top, the strap of her sports bra visible on one of her shoulders, wearing stirrup pants that fit great on her bottom and legs and pristine white athletic shoes on her feet. Her beautiful strawberry blonde hair was tied back in a pony-tail, bouncing up and down much like her breasts as Samantha worked out.

At one stage John's friend Brett joined him in the gym, but John noticed that his friend seemed distracted by something this morning before Brett went on his way. From what John knew of Brett, it was probably some chick, or a number of chicks.

The aerobics class finished and the participants stretched and cooled down, John finishing in the gym and greeting Samantha with a kiss on the cheek as she left the aerobics room. "You looked great in there," he said.

Samantha giggled as she sat down on a bench, wiping sweat from her forehead with a towel. "You're supposed to be working out, not ogling me and my friends as we do aerobics." Samantha removed her shoes and socks so she was barefoot, the straps of her stirrup pants fitting comfortably around her arches. Stretching out her legs as she put her shoes in the gym bag, Samantha wriggled her bare toes.

"You're much nicer to look at than Brett," John pointed out.

"I'm very glad to hear it," said Samantha. She looked around to ensure they were alone. "So, Wednesday is the big night. You know, my mother said that there seemed something different about me last night, but I just acted casual and didn't give the game away. Nobody has said anything to you?"

John shook his head. "No, nothing. Oh, I forgot to mention there will be one extra, my Aunt Kirsty from Philadelphia will be staying overnight with Grandma and Grandpa."

"She's really nice," said Samantha, before she remembered Bob's opinion of Kirsty. "What does your Dad say about that? I don't think he likes her very much."

"He's not exactly dancing around singing show tunes," said John. "But the biggest problem might be Breanna."

"Yeah, will Breanna be coming on Wednesday?" asked Samantha, wondering what horrors John's trashy cousin could bring to this important family dinner.

"Maybe she will have run away back to the trailer park by Wednesday?" suggested John hopefully.

He and Samantha walked to the change-rooms, John was unable to keep from stealing glances at Samantha's bottom, her buttocks covered by the tight black fabric of her stirrup pants, her panty lines visible through the material.

As John went into the male change-room through the blue door and Samantha into the female change room through the yellow door, John kept thinking more and more about Samantha and as he undressed and removed his underpants to get under the shower, he could see how his penis was starting to respond, his cock getting larger and larger. Fortunately there was nobody else in there at the time, but despite deliberately setting the water temperature in the showers as cold as he could take it, Samantha refused to leave his mind's eye and he just got harder and harder.

Desperate for a solution, John wracked his memory bank and found something he could use. This was a very sad movie he, Kate, and Dylan had watched as children, which was about a boy whose dog was the only source of comfort to him after his mother died, only for the dog to die too. With animal-lover Kate sobbing into a handful of tissues and Dylan running upstairs yelling in insistence that he had a cold, John had spent the afternoon appearing to be stoic but hoping that he would not have to speak as the lump in his throat was too big to swallow. This memory did the trick, and finally John's groin subsided.

In the female change-room next door, as Samantha pulled down her panties the dampness in the saddle was not merely sweat, but also a healthy dose of feminine arousal as her pussy responded to the sight of her fit boyfriend - now fiancé but to nobody else's knowledge yet - in his work-out gear.

However, as Samantha was a girl she had a decided advantage over John when she got turned on in public, and damp panties were her worst consequence. Getting under the shower, Samantha allowed the water to fall on her naked nubile body, from her long hair down over her breasts and to her bare bottom and triangle of pubic hair, before running down her legs to her bare feet. Between her legs Samantha felt her clitoris tingling and how wet and sticky her vagina was, but for her the solution was simple, and just involved washing her aroused pussy.

The only other woman in the change-room was named Jessica Adams, a former teacher of Samantha, and John and his siblings, who had just taken the same class as Samantha and her friends. The stunningly attractive blonde 28-year-old gym teacher stood naked under her own shower, water cascading down her fit toned body, her shapely breasts and blonde triangle of pubic hair and at the back Jessica's bare bottom. Jessica opened her legs slightly to wash her vagina and anus, cleaning her private female areas thoroughly. From there, the water and soap travelled down the blonde beauty's legs and to her bare feet on the shower floor. Jessica had no idea that her former pupil in Samantha had a sexually-aroused snatch further along the row of showers, but had Jessica been in the male change-rooms and seen John at the same time, she would have been left in no doubt that something was turning him on big time.

Putting on a fresh bra and panties and the bank teller uniform she had worn yesterday bent over the desk with her panties around her ankles as John screwed her after proposing, Samantha left the change-room and met up with John, before walking to their cars to commence their respective days; Samantha serving bank customers and John driving around to see clients.

*

Dylan was getting into his working day in the supermarket, and admiring Kate's friend Sonia as she stood at her cash register, her light blue dress looking great with her beautiful black skin, her long black curls of hair tied back with a blue ribbon. Dylan looked down at the floor, and he could see Sonia's perfect feet in her open shoes; the topside and her toes black and underneath the pink skin of her soles was marginally visible.

Once Dylan had seen more of Sonia than he had ever dreamed possible, when she slept over after studying with Kate and got stranded on the toilet after running out of toilet paper halfway through, which was Dylan's fault in the first place as he failed to stock the bathroom with paper when he was told to clean it. Seeing the tall 18-year-old African-American beauty sitting barefoot on the toilet with her panties around her ankles as Kate rescued her by bringing her more toilet paper so she could finish pooing and wipe her bottom clean was an image firmly ingrained in Dylan's mind's eye, to be used for masturbation sessions for years to come.
Dylan would miss all of Kate's pretty friends; Sonia, Andrea, Penny, Katrina, Bridget and cousin Holly visiting so much when they all went to college, as he would not be able to fantasize about them as frequently when they went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with their panties around their ankles just opposite from his bedroom. Sonia finished serving a customer with a smile on her pretty face, and Dylan thought more about how he had sniffed the panties of Sonia and the other friends when opportunities arose. Dylan's voyeurism also included crouching down with a wine glass against the wall, listening as the girls discussed private female things. Therefore he was an expert on Sonia, Andrea, Penny, Bridget, Katrina and Holly's periods as well as what color and designs of underwear the girls favored. Dylan pondered that maybe he should have studied harder, then he too could have gone to college and had lots more girls to engage in voyeurism with? But going to college meant studying hard to get good grades, and even more hard work there. Hard work was something Dylan did not embrace.

With no customers around, Dylan decided to wander over and try to strike up a conversation with Sonia. She had no boyfriend at present; perhaps one day the tall, beautiful, black girl would fall for him, and he would finally get into Sonia's panties and check out her pink pussy and anus?

"So Sonia, what did you get up to on the weekend?" Dylan asked, trying to sound casual.

Sonia's reply was disinterested, dismissive. "Besides go to church where we saw each other yesterday?"

"Oh yes, church of course," said Dylan. "I really like church, do you like church?" The latter part of this was a lie, but he thought it might impress Sonia.

Again, Sonia looked bored and examined her nails. "I guess."

"So our cousin Breanna is staying with us at the moment," said Dylan.

"Yes, Kate told me and I saw her yesterday." Sonia sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"Dylan, what are you doing here?" came a male voice behind him.

The diminutive Dylan turned around to see the newcomer, and cursed under his breath. This was Mike, his shift supervisor, a tall and muscular brown haired young man aged 19 whose swarthy complexion gave him the appearance of a Greek god. Mike had been in the year above him in high school and a sports superstar for the class of 1993, he was now playing football for the same college the girls would be attending in the fall.

"Just helping out," was Dylan's response.

"I see, perhaps you could assist somebody else who isn't trying to work?" suggested Mike. He approached Sonia himself. "Hi Sonia, how are you today?"

Immediately, Sonia's attitude changed. She smiled, fiddled with her hair and said, "Great Mike, thanks for asking."

"It will be so great all of us in college in the fall," said Mike.

"I can't wait to see you guys playing football," gushed Sonia, the normally level-headed girl sounding like a varsity sports groupie as she flirted with Mike, laughing at his jokes, totally captivated by his charms.

"Useless jock," mumbled Dylan under his breath, every organ in his body turning green with his envy. Backing away still watching Mike and Sonia, Dylan failed to see where he was going. Exiting the aisle was his former classmate Erin Green, carrying a shopping basket.

They collided heavily, the pretty but dowdy Erin going sprawling on her back with her legs wide open, her short loose skirt ending up around her waist, showing off the white full brief panties with yellow flowers the teenager was wearing. Erin's glasses slid off her face, and the contents of her shopping basket spilled everywhere. This may not have been so bad had the girl's shopping basket not consisted of toilet paper, sanitary napkins, period pain tablets and a packet of six pairs of panties.

"Dylan will you watch where you are going?" came Mike's authoritative voice, as Sonia glared at Dylan in complete disapproval.

Mike strode over and held out his hand, helping the stunned Erin to her feet and collecting her glasses. "Are you okay, Erin?"

Erin was slightly breathless as she smoothed down her skirt. "I think so, just a bit stunned."

"I'm really sorry Erin," said Dylan. "Let me help you pick up your shopping." Not realizing what Erin's purchases were, he blindly grabbed two of them and stopped awkwardly when he realized what they were; Erin's toilet paper and her period pads.

"I'll get them," said Erin impatiently, collecting the items and throwing them into her basket with a glare at Dylan. The girl knew Dylan was friends with those morons Kenny and Wayne who embarrassed her in class that time when she had stomach problems.

"I'm sorry about what one of our employees did to you," said Mike, with a glare at Dylan. "To make up for it, how about I issue you with a twenty dollar voucher to use the next time you visit our store?"

Erin smiled. "Thank you Mike, I would really appreciate that."

"It's my pleasure," Mike assured Erin. He turned to Dylan. "You, re-stock the shelves with oatmeal, and try not to drop any of them while you are doing it." With that he escorted Erin over to Sonia's cashier register, laughing and joking with her on the way.

Dylan glowered and sulked as he re-stocked the oatmeal. If only he had gotten the six foot height that Kate had taken away from him, he would be the guy scoring with the girls and playing college football. Never having forgiven Kate for this and the fact that she emerged into the world five minutes earlier, he only hoped that his sister was having a bad day too.

*

One member of Dylan's family who was having a decidedly bad day was Breanna. Gardening was not the teenager's thing; pulling out weeds and shoveling mulch into a wheelbarrow and spreading it onto garden beds. She had made little progress, the main reason for this being the number of cigarette breaks she took, which would have been a problem if she was employed by somebody to do this work.

Adding to Breanna's boredom, stuck in the suburbs gardening was her high sex drive getting no satisfaction at all for the past day or so. Breanna thought of how much at this very moment she would love to be sucking a dick, before the same dick was shoved deep into her hot, wet cunt or even up her ass and into her rectum. She thought about Isabella, and how great it would be if they were fondling each other in their panties right now, before eating other's pussies and assholes out.

Breanna had tried to call Isabella earlier, but slammed down the phone as soon as it was answered by Isabella's grandmother Connie. This bad-tempered battle-ax hated Breanna with a passion, and she was one of the few people Breanna was actually afraid of. Obviously the evil old bitch had come to stay and sort things out after Issy was arrested the other night. Possibly Isabella had already been chained up in a chastity belt by her witch of a grandmother, or more realistically every aspect of her life was now controlled from when Issy could have a glass of water to when she could pull down her panties and sit on the toilet for a poo, and even how much toilet paper Issy could use to wipe her ass clean.

One way Breanna found to amuse herself occurred when the postman rode by doing his rounds, and was obviously quite interested in the nubile, pretty, blonde teenager gardening in a pair of short shorts and a revealing top, and Breanna put on the teasing act to perfection. The girl bent over, her legs spread wide on the pretext of picking something up, adjusted her panties and allowed her boobs to spill out of her skimpy top and bra even more.

The postman continued on with great reluctance, sorry to be leaving this great sight. Soon Breanna caught sight of two young males riding skateboards along the road towards the Wilson house, dressed in black tee-shirts and shorts. Breanna sighed. It was Kenny and Wayne, Dylan's two idiot friends. What a pair of fucking retards. Breanna saw the two skulking around like hyenas, eating fried chicken from a bucket, watching her work and trying to make it obvious that they weren't perving on her.

Breanna put on a show for Kenny and Wayne before she became curious about what they were doing hanging around here when Dylan and everyone else was at work. Putting aside the pitch fork she was using to shovel mulch into the barrow, Breanna sauntered over to them, seeing Kenny and Wayne's eyes upon her nubile body as she walked across the road.

"Hey Breanna," said Kenny, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, hi Breanna," said Wayne, munching on a piece of fried chicken and offering the bucket to Breanna. "You want some fried chicken?"

"Yeah," said Breanna, reaching into the bucket and taking a leg, biting into it and swallowing it, then taking a second bite.

"Can you believe Wayne and I found that in a parking lot?" asked Kenny.

Breanna's face soured and she spat the chicken out of her mouth, throwing the leg onto the road. "That's fucking disgusting, you fucking idiots. What the fuck are you doing, going around getting fucking food that's been dropped in a fucking parking lot? I'm not eating that fucking shit. If I get fucking food poisoning, I'll fucking smash you."

Kenny and Wayne laughed, and Breanna glared at them. "What the fuck are you spastics fucking laughing at? I know you're a pair of loser retards, but what are you doing here in the middle of the fucking day when Dylan and everyone else is at fucking work?"

Wayne and Kenny had no employment, nor were they going onto college in the fall or the local community college to learn any qualifications. This particular Monday the two losers had had a very productive morning, rising at the relatively early time for them at 9.30, reading pornographic magazines for the next hour then meeting up and going out on their skateboards to the farm where they had observed the over-sexed horse trying to mount a cow on the weekend. The big horny horse was in the field again, but this time it had established that it was a member of the equine rather than the bovine family, and was busy mounting and having sex with another horse. However, as the expression 'little things please little minds' firmly applied to Kenny and Wayne, they found this hilarious. Then it was back into town, and finding the bucket of chicken in the car park and out to Dylan's house, hoping he had a half day shift and that he had the photographs of his hot but spoiled New York cousin Madison.

"We thought Dylan was only working half a day today," said Wayne.

"Yeah, sometimes he finishes at one," said Kenny.

"Well, he's not today. Did you think to fucking ask him what hours he was working today, or are you retards who can't tell the fucking time?" asked Breanna.

"Nuh," said Wayne, to which Breanna rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"So you two losers don't have jobs?" Breanna asked.

"Nuh," responded Wayne and Kenny in unison.

"Yeah, who'd be stupid enough to give you fucking jobs?" asked Breanna.

"You don't have a job," said Kenny.

"Yeah, you don't have a job," said Wayne. "Unless you're getting paid for doing the gardening."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," said Breanna. "My Uncle Bob and Aunt Anna are making me do this fucking shit."

"So, what do you think of your Uncle Bob?" asked Kenny.

Breanna's facial expression became even more aggressive. "He's the world's biggest fuckhead," she sneered bitterly.

Kenny and Wayne laughed like hyenas, Breanna glaring at them. "It's not fucking funny, he gives me the fucking shits."

"What about your Aunt Anna?" asked Wayne.

"She's a fucking bitch, she favors Kate all the time," sneered Breanna.

"I thought you'd really like her," said Wayne. "After all, more than half of your name is her name."

Wayne's accurate observation that 'Anna' formed more than half of Breanna's name was about the most intellectual joke the young man had made in his life. Unfortunately, he had completely the wrong audience to appreciate it.

For Kenny, nothing topped toilet humor. Flatulence was his favored source of amusement, whether accidental such as Crohn's disease sufferer Erin farting in class when she had diarrhea emergency and was asking for the bathroom pass so she could use the toilet, or if the farting was deliberate. Kenny's older brother a few weeks earlier deliberately ate a lethal combination of baked beans, cabbage, eggs, onions, cheese and bran flakes, before going to the library with Kenny and Wayne tagging along to see what was going to happen. Kenny's brother then stood near the library desk and farted as loudly as he possibly could, the sound travelling throughout the building, everyone looking over in silence while Kenny and Wayne collapsed in hysterics. All three were thrown out of and banned from the library, but as none of them liked reading with the exception of pornography it was no great loss.

Urination was another source of amusement to Kenny, such as a senile old man peeing in the fountain in the town's main street to the horror of the man's adult daughter, as was defecation, for example Kenny observing a poodle with explosive diarrhea. Vomiting was also good, a case in point being when Kate was stricken with a sudden migraine and threw up all the way out of the classroom, before somebody found her a bucket to use on her way to the school nurse. When Dylan told Kenny and Wayne that Kate had such bad vomiting with her migraines that she had to insert her medication into her anus rather than swallow it, it was not only amusing but a turn on as well. Kenny spent many nights jerking off over the mental image of Dylan's pretty, fat-bottomed sister pulling down her big cotton panties and inserting migraine medicine up her ass and into her rectum.

Kenny could also gain amusement from home video clip shows, such as a carelessly thrown football knocking a baby out of its pram; a man bending over in front of a ram and it butting him hard up the ass; and a fat lady falling into a stagnant lake. Sometimes Kenny, along with Wayne and Dylan, had found plenty to amuse them in school, for example Bangkok in Thailand during Geography or Charles Dickins' surname in English. Objects that happened to be shaped like penises were always funny. But intellectual comedy? This was not Kenny's thing.

Breanna was intelligent enough to get the joke, but her furious glaring indicated to Wayne that she did not appreciate it. She was increasingly infuriated by these two clowns who would be lucky to get any pussy anywhere anytime, yet at the same time her panties were getting damp as her mind lingered on this thought. She had a teenage snatch that desperately needed to be satisfied, and two desperate, try-hard losers in front of her who no doubt wanted to put their dicks into an 18-year-old girl's pussy and up her ass. It was a perfect trade.

"So, you want something to drink?" asked Breanna.

Kenny and Wayne had finished eating the fried chicken and were thirsty from the greasy, high-calorie food. "Yeah, we'd like a drink," said Wayne.

"Yeah, we'd like a drink too," said Kenny, Breanna sighing in exasperation as she led them inside and poured three glasses of water.

The two dogs, alerted by the newcomers, began barking. Breanna sneered at the dogs. "Ah, shut up!" she ordered.

Kenny and Wayne looked disappointed. "Water, that's all?" asked Wayne.

"Yeah, water's really boring," said Kenny.

"Shut the fuck up about the fucking water, you fucking idiots," said Breanna. "I'm going to make it real easy for you two morons. You're going to come upstairs with me, and fuck the shit out of me."

Wayne and Kenny were both taking drinks and spluttered water everywhere. "What?" exclaimed Kenny, nearly choking.

"You're going to fuck me," said Breanna. "You get to stick your penises into my vagina and have sexual intercourse with me. That's unless you don't want to fuck me, and are a pair of fags who just want to fuck each other. In that case, get the fuck out of here and get me a fucking bucket on the way out so I can throw up, because homos make me fucking sick."

Breanna led the way to the stairs. "Come on, what the fuck are you waiting for? Come on upstairs and fuck me."

Wayne and Kenny looked at each other, hard to believe that this was happening and they were actually awake. A really hot 18-year-old blonde girl was going to let them fuck her. They eagerly followed Breanna upstairs, looking at her perfect ass in her shorts on the way up. Wayne extended his hand and fondled Breanna's bottom, to which she stopped and spun around with a fierce expression.

"Did I say you could touch my ass?" she asked.

"Um, no, but I thought ..." began Wayne.

"That's a first you fucking thinking Wayne," said Breanna. "But hands off, don't fucking touch me until I say so. Get it?"

"Okay," said Wayne, more than a little intimidated by the girl.

"This is where you get to fuck me," said Breanna, leading Wayne and Kenny into her aunt and uncle's bedroom.

"Um, Breanna this is your Uncle Bob and Aunt Anna's bedroom," said Wayne, his fear of Dylan's parents rising in his stomach.

"Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson wouldn't be happy if we were in here," said Kenny.

"Oh boo-hoo, where are your fucking boy-scout uniforms?" sneered Breanna. She put on an exaggerated wimpy voice to mimic Kenny and Wayne. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Wilson's bedroom. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson wouldn't be happy about us being in here." Breanna glared at Kenny and Wayne, fire flashing in her eyes and spoke in her normal voice. "I don't give a fucking shit that it's Uncle Bob and Aunt Anna's fucking bedroom, okay? I just want dick, and you have dicks. You want pussy, and I have a pussy. Get it, you spastics?"

"Um, okay," said Kenny, like Wayne too afraid to argue with Breanna.

Breanna removed her shoes and cotton socks so that she was barefoot, and sat on the edge of the bed. "This fucking bed is going to get more action than it's seen in a while."

Kenny laughed. "Yeah, I think they've only done it three times."

Breanna and Wayne looked at Kenny. "You mean twice," said Breanna.

"No, three times," Kenny insisted. "They have three kids, John, Kate and Dylan."

"You must have failed biology at school," said Breanna.

"Yeah, I got an F," laughed Kenny.

"It shows. Kate and Dylan are twins, remember?" said Breanna.

"Yeah, so?" Kenny remained clueless, while Wayne sighed in exasperation and Breanna fumed at Kenny's stupidity. How could he not know how twins worked? Still, given the huge differences between the twins, mostly Kate being a foot taller than Dylan and having a big-boned structure over his weedy, skinny frame, Breanna had speculated more than once that their parentage might not be quite the same, especially given that the older brother, John was tall like Kate and they looked alike.

Perhaps back in 1975, Uncle Bob had fucked Aunt Anna before going to work one morning, the result of this being one of his X-chromosome sperm fertilizing one of her eggs? Then unaware that a baby girl was starting to form inside her uterus and that she had ovulated two eggs that month, Anna still horny for more sex had taken the small statured milkman up into the bedroom. From there, the hot young housewife showed him the time of his life, one of his poor-quality Y-chromosome sperm fertilized the second egg, and this eventually became her loser runt of a cousin Dylan? It was possible and amusing, but unlikely given that Dylan looked like Breanna's father and her brother Dustin, and therefore could only be Bob's biological son.

"Are you getting undressed or are you going to just stand and stare at me?" Breanna demanded. She took off her skimpy top, leaving her wearing a white bra, her tits filling the C-cups.

Breanna watched as Kenny and Wayne took off their shoes and shirts, observing the growing bulges in the front of their shorts. Breanna unfastened her own shorts and pulled them down to the floor, stepping out of them and was now barefoot in her bra and panties.
Kenny and Wayne's eyes bulged at the sight of Breanna's white bra and white bikini panties with red hearts on them.

"Cute panties," said Wayne.

"Yeah, your panties are really hot," said Kenny.

"You know what would be hotter?" asked Wayne.

"No, what?" asked Breanna.

"If you wore a thong," said Wayne.

"Yeah, if you were wearing a thong, and we could see your butt, it would be really hot," Kenny asserted.

"Why don't you wear thongs?" asked Wayne.

Breanna smiled. "Come here," she said, beckoning Wayne and Kenny towards her, a direction with which both complied. As they stood next to her, Breanna reached out behind both guys' backs, grabbed both Wayne and Kenny's shorts and underpants, and yanked them up into their groins as hard as she could.

"Ouch, that hurts!" exclaimed Kenny, dismayed by the unexpected wedgie he was receiving.

"Yeah, let go!" whined Wayne, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of his underpants been pulled up into his ass crack.

Breanna released her grip, and the boys adjusted their underpants under their shorts. She regarded both with a fierce expression. "You asked why I don't wear thongs, that's fucking why. Imagine walking around like that all fucking day with your panties up your crack, and having a vagina instead of a dick. I'm in my panties in front of you, don't fucking complain about them."

Not possessing great imaginations, neither Kenny nor Wayne could think of what life would be like with a vagina and the discomfort a thong might cause a young lady between her legs, so wisely said no more, pulling down their shorts and then their underpants, their erect dicks standing out at angles of about 70 degrees.

The angles of their erections increased to 80 degrees as Breanna reached behind her back, unclipped her bra, and discarded it onto the floor. The boys salivated over the sight of Breanna's teenage tits as the girl stroked and massaged them.

Then Breanna took hold of the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them down, Wayne and Kenny's erections throbbing at the sight of her blonde triangle of pubic hair and courtesy of a mirror reflection, the firm cheeks of Breanna's bare bottom.

Wayne and Kenny's eyes bulged as Breanna lay on the bed, her legs wide open with her toes pointed to the ceiling, the pink lips of her vagina on display. Moving her legs down, Breanna lay flat on her back, her knees spread wide apart, the teenager playing with her tits.

"You can play with my tits too, if you want," said Breanna.

Kenny and Wayne looked at each other, then leaped onto the bed one each side of Breanna, each guy grabbing one of the girl's breasts and massaging them, Breanna's clitoris responding as they touched her nipples. Wayne and Kenny obviously had little experience of this; their hands were clumsy and their handling of her breasts quite rough, but still it got her nice and wet between her legs.

"They feel fucking awesome," Wayne declared, cupping Breanna's right breast and fondling it.

"They like to be licked too," Breanna pointed out.

Wayne and Kenny immediately lowered their heads down to Breanna's boobs, the teenager amazed at their sheer incompetence. Wayne's tongue traversed Breanna's nipple and areole in huge strokes, like he was eating an ice cream cone. Kenny's tongue was nowhere near her other nipple until he suddenly and without warning moved his mouth around her nipple, sucking at it like he was a breastfeeding baby.

"Hey!" snapped Breanna, giving Kenny a smack on the head with her hand. "What the fuck are you doing, you pervert? Didn't your mom breastfeed you when you were a baby or something?"

"Dunno, I don't remember," said Kenny.

"Whatever, but don't ever fucking do that to me or anyone else again, ever," spat Breanna. "Anyway, now it's time for my pussy to get some attention."

Breanna spread her legs wide, and Kenny and Wayne stared at Breanna's wet, pink vagina encircled by blonde pubic hair. Just below her vagina was Breanna's tight anus. "Don't fucking stare at my cunt all day, get the fuck down and fucking lick it. It doesn't bite," she snapped impatiently.

Wayne and Kenny lowered their heads down between Breanna's spread-wide knees. They could smell Breanna's female smell emanating from her wet pussy, and it drove them wild with desire. "Your pussy smells like pussy," Wayne commented.

"Yeah, it smells like pussy," Kenny conferred.

"What the fuck do think my pussy is going to smell like?" demanded Breanna. "Roses? Now, shut up and lick. While you're going down on me, at least you won't be able to fucking talk."

Wayne and Kenny were in awe of the teenager's twat and keen to lick and taste it, so both guys put their heads between Breanna's legs and into her crotch. So eager were the two guys that they bumped heads, then their clumsy tongues moved around her vagina in huge strokes. Breanna sighed at their incompetence, but still tongues on her pussy flaps and her clitoris were better than nothing, and these feelings sent waves of excitement through her box, the teenager flexing and un-flexing her toes in response to the stimulation.

This continued for another few minutes, before Breanna indicated for them to stop, and Kenny and Wayne reluctantly withdrew their heads from her vagina.

"Dude, that was fucking awesome," Wayne commented to Kenny.

Kenny licked Breanna's pussy juice from his lips. "Yeah," he agreed.

"Okay, get on your knees facing me," Breanna ordered, Wayne and Kenny keen to obey. Breanna knelt in the center of them, taking Wayne's dick in her left hand and Kenny's in her right hand, gripping both shafts and extending one of her fingers on each hand to tickle each guy's balls.

"Don't blow it when I do this," Breanna warned them.

"Blow it?" Wayne asked, both he and Kenny looking puzzled.

"Cum, orgasm, ejaculate!" the impatient Breanna snapped angrily. Working both hands in perfect rhythm, Breanna jerked off both guys simultaneously, Kenny and Wayne feeling their cocks buzzing at the teenager's tight grip. This sure beat jerking themselves off over pornography.

Wayne was disappointed and about to protest when Breanna released her grip on his penis, but continued to jerk off Kenny. He soon kept his mouth shut when Breanna lowered her head to his groin, slid his dick into her mouth. He gasped as Breanna's tongue circled around the shaft of his penis, lingering on the head before tracing the veins.

Kenny looked down, envious that Wayne was getting a blow job and he wasn't. "Aren't you going to suck my dick?" he protested.

Breanna went rigid and withdrew her mouth from Wayne's dick. "Just be fucking patient, you moron. I'll get to you soon, okay? For fuck's sake, I've only got one fucking mouth."

Chastened, Kenny fell silent and Breanna resumed her hand job with him, and continued to give fellatio to Wayne. After another minute or so, Breanna changed her position, taking Wayne's dick now wet with her saliva in her hand, and placing Kenny's cock in her mouth. Kenny felt like his cock was going to explode as she blew him, but his fear of Breanna's bad temper if he came too early was enough to prevent him from reaching orgasm in her mouth.

Both Wayne and Kenny felt disappointed when they felt Breanna remove her hand and her mouth from their cocks, but cheered up when Breanna said, "Okay guys, now it's time to fuck the shit out of me." She crawled on her hands and knees across the bed, Kenny and Wayne staring with a complete lack of discretion at Breanna's bare bottom.

Breanna grabbed her purse and took out a packet of condoms and a tube of lubricant. She tossed two condoms encased in their plastic packaging to Kenny and Wayne. "Put these on," she ordered, sitting on the bed with her legs open displaying her naked pussy.

Although about to have sex with a very pretty 18-year-old girl, Wayne and Kenny looked disappointed. They had never seen condoms used in porn before, and thought they wouldn't have to wear them now.

"Condoms?" asked Kenny. "Do we have to wear them?"

"Yes," said Breanna tersely.

"We'll be careful," said Wayne. "We won't get you pregnant."

"Yeah, we won't get you pregnant," Kenny agreed.

"You are wearing condoms when you fuck me, and that's the fucking end of it," said Breanna.

"When was your last period?" asked Wayne. "If you tell us, we can work out if you'll get pregnant."

"Yeah," said Kenny. "If you've just had it, or if you're going to get your period soon you won't get pregnant, and we won't need condoms."

"It is none of your fucking business when my last period was," spat Breanna. "For fuck's sake, I'm going to let you fuck me, and you want to talk about my period? You give me the shits. I sure as fuck don't want to get pregnant to one of you losers, because the fucking kid would be a spastic or a retard for sure. Now shut your fucking stupid mouths and put the fucking condoms on your fucking dicks."

Kenny and Wayne obeyed Breanna without question. "So, what are we going to do?" Wayne asked Breanna. "Are we going to fuck first, then you fuck with Kenny?"

"This is what's going to happen," said Breanna. "You're going to fuck me first in cowgirl position, while Kenny licks my asshole from behind. Then Kenny and I fuck in cowgirl, and you lick my ass. Then, we all screw together."

"We both fuck you at the same time?" asked Wayne. "How do we do that?" His expression was completely perplexed, as was Kenny's.

Again, Breanna became angry and impatient. "How many holes have a got between my legs?" she snapped.

''Three!" Kenny shouted triumphantly.

"Three?" exclaimed Breana, before realizing. "Oh yeah, the place where I piss from, but that's too small to matter." She opened her legs wide and pointed at her vagina first, and then her anus. "See, two perfectly good holes for you to fuck me."

"You mean, we get to fuck your ass?" asked Wayne, trembling in disbelief.

"Yes, I just said so didn't I?" said Breanna.

"Cool!" exclaimed Wayne and Kenny in unison, before their competitive nature kicked in.

"I get to do her ass first!" declared Wayne.

"No, I want to fuck her ass first," countered Kenny.

"Idiots!" spat Breanna. "You can't both fuck me up the ass at the same time, can you? Wayne fucks my ass while Kenny fucks my pussy, and then you change around. Get it?"

Wayne and Kenny stared at Breanna, irritating the girl even further. "What is it?" she snapped angrily.

"Um, don't you need to go to the bathroom first?" asked Wayne. "You know, to sit on the toilet and have a poo?"

"What the fuck are you talking about now?" Breanna demanded.

"I thought if you were going to do anal, you'd have to go for a shit first," said Wayne.

"I don't fucking believe it," said Breanna, her anger levels rising.

Kenny found his voice. "We were reading an interview with a porn actress in a magazine ..."

"You can read, that's a surprise," Breanna cut in.

"Yeah, this porn star said she always sat on the toilet and had a really big poo before she did anal," said Kenny. "So we thought ..."

"Okay, just shut the fuck up, both of you," snapped Breanna. "I'm not going to the bathroom, because I don't fucking need to go. I had a shit this morning after Kate finally got her fat ass off the toilet, and in case you're worried and it's any of your fucking business in the first place, I wiped my ass properly. I'm not a dirty bitch who makes a mess of her panties every time she has a poo. So you pussies can stop being fags, and lick and fuck my ass." She picked up her panties and held them out. "See, no fucking skid marks."

Wayne and Kenny shrugged, accepting what Breanna said part out of fear, and part out of their sexual desires. Both guys simply nodded.

"You, lie down flat on your back," Breanna ordered Wayne. He meekly complied, lying on the bed, his condom-covered cock standing up at a 90 degree angle. Breanna stood over his groin, Kenny kneeling on the bed behind her checking out the cheeks of her bare bottom, while Wayne stared at her pubic hair and pussy.

Breanna lowered her pussy down, took hold of Wayne's dick, and slid it up into the warm, sticky interior of her vagina, the girl gasping as he filled her pussy. Breanna leaned forward allowing her ass cheeks to spread and show her tight anus.

"Now fuck me," said Breanna to Wayne, feeling him push into her pussy, her clitoris tingling and her pussy juice flowing as she rode him cowgirl. The toes on Breanna's bare feet flexed and un-flexed at the sensation. Looking over her shoulder, her facial expression grew irritated again as she saw Kenny staring at her anus with a vacant grin on his face, rather than licking it.

"What are you waiting for, a written invitation?" demanded Breanna. "Go down on my ass, idiot."

Kenny did as he was told, lowering his face to Breanna's bottom as she continued to ride Kenny cowgirl. With Breanna's feminine smell filling his nostrils, Kenny extended his tongue to the teenager's tight, star-fish like opening, and began to lick in huge strokes. He felt his cock throbbing as a realized his tongue was actually licking the anus of a very pretty 18-year-old blonde girl, albeit one he was afraid of.

Breanna could feel Kenny's tongue on her anus and while it felt good, it wasn't great like when Isabella licked her anus while Breanna was fucking a guy, with Breanna returning the favor when they switched positions and Isabella rode the guy's cock, and Breanna went down on Isabella's anus.

"Okay, switch around," said Breanna, withdrawing her vagina from Wayne's cock and ordering Kenny to lie flat on his back. As she had done with Wayne, Breanna stood over him and squatted down to get into cowgirl position, and guiding his cock deep into her cunt and leaning forward so her ass was accessible.

Wayne, his dick throbbing in the condom all wet and sticky from being in Breanna's snatch, eagerly went down on Breanna's bottom, like Kenny before him enjoying the female smell her vagina was producing as she fucked Kenny, grinding her pussy down as his cock thrust deep inside her, the tip touching the entrance to her birth canal. Wayne's tongue circled and went back and forth across Breanna's anus, with Wayne like Kenny before him unable to believe that his tongue at this very moment was in contact with a very pretty teenage girl's anal area.

As had been the case with Kenny, Breanna was not entirely satisfied with Wayne's attempts at licking her anus, but Isabella was so fucking good at it that was easy to make comparisons. And still, having her asshole licked by one guy while another fucked her, even two clowns like Kenny and Wayne, was better than doing the fucking gardening. That she was doing it on her aunt and uncle's bed made it even hotter.

Breanna kept fucking with Kenny, her tits bouncing up and down, as Wayne licked the entrance to her bowels for another few minutes, the smell of her vagina becoming more noticeable the wetter she got. After a few minutes, she indicated for Wayne to stop licking her ass and Kenny to stop fucking her, and with both guys fearing her temper if they did not do what she said, Wayne immediately withdrew his head from Breanna's bottom and Kenny lay still as she pulled her sticky snatch away from his cock.

Taking the lubricant, Breanna opened her ass cheeks wide and applied a liberal amount to her anus, pushing it deep into her rectum to give her adequate lubrication to receive Wayne's dick up her ass. Kenny and Wayne watched this process with great interest.

"Lie down," Breanna ordered Wayne, who lay down flat on his back, his heart racing as Breanna stood over him, facing the other way from him this time. The pretty blonde teenager lowered her ass down, and reached for Wayne's dick. Her asshole hovering just above his erection, Breanna guided Wayne's penis into her anus and into the hot tight confines of her rectum. It wasn't the first time she had done anal, but being tight in her back passage, she always needed a minute or so to acclimatize to having her bowels stuffed, and put aside the feeling of needing to go to the toilet.

Leaning back against Wayne, his dick going further and further into her rectum, Breanna got comfortable, but just as she did so, he unexpectedly thrust deep into her, causing her to yelp like a dog and nearly jump off him and into the ceiling.

"What the fuck?" she snapped. "Don't do that when I'm not ready, you fucking dickhead. It's tight up there, I need to adjust, okay?" She shook her head in frustration.

"Sorry," apologized Wayne, hoping Breanna would not withdraw her favors and kick him out. He found it had to believe his dick was up the ass of a pretty 18-year-old girl, and he did not want it to end prematurely.

Fortunately for Wayne, but unfortunately for Breanna's patience and tolerance levels, she soon found somebody else to be angry at. While getting comfortable, Breanna had spread her legs wide, showing off her vagina and pubic hair. The sight of a pretty teenager's pussy spread wide, her feminine smell filling his nostrils was too much for Kenny and he jumped on top of her, eager to stuff her snatch.

"Get the fuck off me until I fucking tell you!" snapped Breanna, giving Kenny a slap on his forehead. "Fuck, I need time to get into position and then you fucking mount me? Give me a fucking break, and don't go up me until I fucking say so, okay?"

Breathing heavily, Breanna finally felt comfortable with one penis up her anus to take another one up her vagina. While she had been in a threesome with two guys before, she had never done double penetration, her previous experience being fucking one guy while his friend watched and jerked off, then switching around when the first guy came.

"Okay, now you can fuck my cunt," said Breanna, spreading her legs wider her bare feet wide apart. Kenny climbed on top of Breanna and thrust deep into her fragrant vagina and now Breanna was sandwiched between two guys, one up her front bottom, and the other up her back bottom.

"Slow at first," Breanna warned as the two guys began to thrust her, sending the most amazing waves of pleasure through her body. Having both holes stuffed was beyond belief. Breanna was aware that both places were quite close and a sensation from one area could be felt in another. Sometimes when she was sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles having a poo and her bowels needed extra stimulation, Breanna would stick two fingers up her vagina and massage at the back, and the effect would be immediate. Likewise, while Breanna usually wore napkins to catch her menstrual flow during her periods, the times she used tampons and needed to take a shit it was always uncomfortable for her when she was pooing on the toilet with the tampon inserted. But being double-penetrated up her cunt and her ass was beyond pleasure, even if the two guys were complete morons.

As for Kenny and Wayne, they could not believe the heat she generated inside her body, the guys feeling how hot the interior of Breanna's vagina and her rectum were even through the condoms.

"Fuck yes, fuck that's great, fuck me more, don't be pussies," Breanna urged, her legs trembling, her toes curling and uncurling. She was sweating heavily, and with Wayne and Kenny also sweating, Breanna was drenched. She could have remained in this positon until she came, but remembered her promise to let both guys get a turn at her ass, and arranged to change position.

Kenny was desperate to stick his cock up Breanna's ass so lay down on his back immediately, but Breanna's attention was captured by Wayne. He was standing waiting to fuck her pussy when Kenny had got up her ass, still wearing the condom that he had used to fuck her anally, and getting ready to insert it into her vagina. This lack of common-sense immediately raised Breanna's anger levels.

"Wayne, for fuck's sake change that condom!" snapped Breanna.
Wayne looked blankly at her. "Why?"

"Because Einstein, it was up my fucking ass and got covered in germs, and you are not putting it up my cunt," fumed Breanna. "Jesus fucking Christ, can't you think for your fucking self?"

"Why doesn't Kenny have to change his condom?" Wayne protested.

"Because, his went up my pussy and that's okay. It's not okay for it to be up my ass, and then my pussy. Now change that fucking condom!"

Wayne was too afraid to debate this any further with Breanna and removed the condom from his erect penis, replacing it with a new one. On the bed, Breanna lowered her bottom down until her anus was just above Kenny's dick, then slowly guided it up her ass, again feeling like she needed to use the toilet until her rectum became acclimatized to a new cock filling it, before Kenny pushed up all the way into her bowels.

With Kenny's dick securely up her anus, Breanna again opened her legs wide to show off her pubic hair and her vagina to Wayne, who quickly got on top of her and pushed his cock deep into her sticky pink box. "Now, we fuck until we all cum," said Breanna.

While Wayne plowed her pussy, Breanna's vaginal juices flowing, Kenny pushed up into her bowels, Breanna gasping with delight at the waves of pleasure flowing from both of her holes. The trio of teenagers became more breathless and sweaty as they continued their threesome, Breanna swearing and gasping from time to time. Again, both guys marveled at how hot the interior of Breanna's vagina and anus were, even though they were wearing condoms.

It was Wayne on top who came first, his body stiffening and him yelling out "Fuck!" as his cock ejaculated a wave of sticky white semen into the condom, sweat pouring from his forehead as he remained inside her. Breanna rotated her hips as she felt the first feeling of orgasm approaching from her vagina, but as the tingling sensations from her clitoris became stronger and intensified to one feeling, something felt very wrong in her anus. The feeling of Kenny's cock filling her bowels had changed from when he was first up her, but before she could say anything, her orgasm came and left her speechless.

A wave of sticky pussy juice flowed from her snatch and her legs kicked out at the feelings spreading through her vagina and into her bowels, the normal feeling of orgasm replaced by the intensity of having her rectum filled with a dick. Gasping and breathless as the orgasm swept through her entire body, Breanna could still feel Kenny fucking her asshole before he went rigid as his orgasm arrived.

It was as Kenny came that Breanna knew for certain something had gone very wrong. In her rectum, she felt a hot rush of sticky liquid spraying deep into her bowels. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. Both guys remained firmly inside her vagina and anus, recovering from the most intense orgasms of their lives. "Get the fuck out of me!" she demanded angrily.

The clueless Wayne withdrew from Breanna's vagina and stood up, removing the semen-filled, sticky condom from his dick. Breanna lifted her ass from Kenny's dick, and immediately saw the problem. The condom had split wide open during coitus, and rather than capturing Kenny's semen, it had squirted deep up her back passage filling her bowels with sticky cum.

"You fucking idiot!" Breanna spat at Kenny, pointing at his cock. "The fucking condom split, and you came up my ass! Didn't you feel the fucking thing break?"

"I didn't feel anything," said Kenny. "Oh wait, it did feel a bit hotter towards the end."

"Of course it did, you were up my asshole with a split condom!" yelled Breanna.

"Why are you so angry?" Wayne asked.

"I'm angry Wayne because my butt is full of your faggot friend's cum, and it feels fucking gross," complained Breanna. "Fucking hell, how stupid are you Kenny?"

Fuming, Breanna grabbed her bra and put it on, then pulled up her panties. "You had better go, if you know what's fucking good for you," she warned them, putting on her skimpy top, feeling the warm cum up her back passage as she looked for her denim shorts.

Before Breanna had a chance to put on her shorts, the feelings in her bowels turned to one of urgency, and her stomach rumbled. Kenny had sprayed so much semen into her bowels that the effect was similar to her having an enema. But while an enema would have consisted of nice warm soapy water that would have allowed her to empty her bowels comfortably, the cum that filled Breanna's back passage was sticky, and her rectum was also filled with lubricant.

While Wayne and Kenny were not the sort of people one would take advice from, their advice to Breanna about using the toilet before having anal sex would prove to be very sound. On an average day, Breanna went to the toilet to have a poo about three times; once in the morning, once in the afternoon and once in the evening. Her bowels stimulated by the girl having anal sex, Breanna's bodily wastes moved down her digestive system at a more rapid rate.

Finally, Breanna was about to suffer a massive stroke of bad luck. Kenny and Wayne's decision to pick up an abandoned bucket of fried chicken on a warm summer's day and eat the contents was a very bad idea, but neither boy was noted for his good judgement. Wayne and Kenny had devoured all of the greasy chicken, Breanna just one mouthful. Unfortunately, the only piece of chicken to contain unsafe bacteria was the one Breanna had eaten; every piece of Kenny and Wayne's chicken was fine. It was a classic situation of one person getting food poisoning where the rest of the group are fine. And now, Breanna's body was fighting the bacteria in the classic way; with a mass evacuation of her bowels.

Breanna winced as her stomach cramped, and a burning feeling travelled down her digestive system into her bowels and to her rectum. Breanna stopped herself from farting just in time, and doubled over with another massive stomach cramp, panic filling her face.

"I've got to go!" she yelled, turning and running for the adjoining bathroom as fast as her bare feet would carry her, her butt cheeks clenched together to prevent making a terrible mess of herself on the way there.

"Go where?" Kenny called after her.

"To the toilet, where else do you think you fucking idiot?" yelled Breanna as she slammed the bathroom door closed, nearly slipping on the tiled floor in her desperation to reach the toilet in time.

Pulling down her panties to her ankles, Breanna sat down on the toilet, her anus responding immediately, the teenager farting loudly three times, the sounds echoing in the toilet bowl as her stomach continued to cramp. Breanna's toes clenched on the tiled floor as she felt her poo rushing through her bowels, into her rectum, her anus opened fully with another loud fart and it happened. Breanna's diarrhea, mixed up with Kenny's cum and the lubricant, gushed out of her anus with an almighty rush. The diarrhea went everywhere in the white porcelain toilet bowl, and no sooner had the first wave came out, Breanna farted again and more of the teenager's diarrhea joined the rest of her poo in the toilet.

Clutching her tummy, feeling how messy and sticky she was around her anus Breanna gathered her breath, unwound some toilet paper and wiped her dirty bottom, reaching for a second piece immediately. The smell that had emerged from her bowels was dreadful, the worst she had ever smelled and she had sat on the toilet in the next stall from Isabella when her best friend had been eating spicy food. No guy had ever cum up Breanna's bottom before, not that she intended it to happen now, and the teenager was now quickly learning that combining a girl's poo and a guy's cum produces one of the worst smells known to man.

Breanna got a third length of toilet paper, repositioning herself on the toilet seat but even as she wiped her bottom felt another rush of diarrhea in her bowels and farted directly onto the toilet paper. Breanna hastily dropped the smelly, soiled tissue into the bowl and moved her hand out of danger, before even more diarrhea went into the toilet just seconds later.

Outside the closed bathroom door, toilet-humor lovers Kenny and Wayne, still naked, listened to the sounds from within with amazement, laughing at the sounds of Breanna farting on the toilet, and her diarrhea splashing into the bowl.

When they heard Breanna advancing the toilet roll for the fifth time, Wayne and Kenny decided it would be best to check if she was okay and knocked on the bathroom door.

Inside the bathroom, Breanna sat on the toilet staring down at her panties. She started to pee, her bladder reacting to having vaginal sex as it often did. This caused her anal muscles to relax and even more diarrhea poured out of her anus. She jumped at the unexpected knock on the door. "What the fuck is it?" she snapped.

"Um, Breanna, are you okay in there?" asked Wayne.

"Do I fucking sound okay?" demanded Breanna.

"No, you sounded really gross, farting so much and then having diarrhea," Kenny said.

"Yeah, why are you farting like that?" Wayne wanted.

"Oh will you both just fuck off away from the door, and leave me to have some fucking privacy?" yelled Breanna, again getting some toilet paper to wipe herself.

Fortunately for their own safety, Wayne and Kenny obeyed Breanna's order and the girl was able to finally finish on the toilet when her diarrhea attack subsided. Getting toilet paper to finish cleaning herself up, Breanna stood up off the toilet with unsteady legs and pulled up her panties. She pushed the button on the cistern to flush the toilet, and walked over to the sink to wash her hands, cursing Wayne and Kenny under her breath.

Slamming open the bathroom door, Breanna gave Kenny and Wayne a murderous glare with her blue eyes as she emerged and strode on her bare feet to pick up and pull on her shorts. "You fucking idiots!" she spat at them, her voice full of venom.

"What did we do?" Wayne wanted to know.

"You gave me that fucking chicken, and then Kenny sprayed cum up my ass when he broke the fucking condom!" yelled Breanna.

"It wasn't my fault," protested Kenny.

"Who else broke the fucking condom?" screeched Breanna.

"And we're okay after eating the chicken," Wayne pointed out.

Breanna's toilet smell had by now drifted into the bedroom, Wayne and Kenny laughing and behaving with their complete lack of maturity and discretion. "Fuck Breanna that really stinks!" exclaimed Wayne, fanning his hand under his nose.

"Yeah, it really fucking stinks," agreed Kenny. "Why is your poo so smelly?"

"Of course it stinks because I have diarrhea. And it's both your faults," snapped Breanna, rage trembling through her slim figure.

"Do you have Crohn's disease?" Kenny asked.

"What?" snapped the increasingly angry Breanna.

"Do you have Crohn's disease?" asked Wayne. "It's this thing that causes you to fart and get the shits a lot. There was this girl at high school called Erin who had it, and one day she farted in class ..."

"I don't fucking care!" shouted Breanna, her face red with rage. "I've had enough of you two fucking idiots. Get dressed, and get the fuck out of here! Go on, get lost!"

Under Breanna's withering glare, Kenny and Wayne dressed. "Come on," she snapped angrily. "Can't you dress your fucking selves? Do you have to get dressed in the mornings by your mommies? Get a fucking move on."

When Wayne and Kenny dressed, the angry Breanna escorted them downstairs to the back door. "You idiots will never get to fuck me again after you came up my ass and gave me the shits, and you'll never get any more pussy in your fucking useless lives. Now get lost!"

Wayne and Kenny ambled away as Breanna slammed the door shut. "We fucked a hot chick's pussy and ass!" Wayne announced to Kenny.

"Dude!" exclaimed Kenny. He and Wayne exchanged high-fives, before riding away on their skateboards.

Inside, the fuming Breanna cleaned up her aunt and uncle's bedroom, opening the windows to air the room so the smell of Breanna's aroused vagina and her poo dissipated. She threw the condoms into a plastic bag, and hid these in the outside trash.

On her way back upstairs, she felt her stomach churn again, and once more had to rush for the bathroom, this time the main one, sitting down on the toilet with seconds to spare before her bowels released another tidal wave of diarrhea into the bowl. Breanna cursed Wayne and Kenny as she got toilet paper and wiped her anus.

Throughout the afternoon, Breanna had two more similar diarrhea attacks, and by the time Anna returned late in the afternoon, she found her niece lying on her stomach on the couch in the living room watching television, her legs at a ninety degree angle, swinging her bare feet back and forth.

Anna, less than impressed having seen the results of Breanna's gardening at her parents' house across the road, was irritated. "Breanna, what happened to my parents' garden? You made very little progress, and you've left all the tools out."

Breanna spat angrily. "I have diarrhea, okay?" There was no way she was expanding on the circumstances that led to her getting diarrhea.

"Well young lady, if you have diarrhea then you will eat dry toast and have water for your dinner tonight," said Anna.

Breanna sighed bad-temperedly, as Kate returned from work. Dylan had gotten his wish; Kate had had a very bad day. After dropping Dylan off at work, the peeved Kate driving too fast had attracted the attention of the police, but the young male officers, taken by the teenager's pretty face and big boobs, had let her off with a warning. Still, Kate had been less than impressed by this being observed by her former classmate Megan Delaney and Megan's condescending mother Morag, the mother and daughter passing by on their way to work.

Kate's summer job was at a home supplies company, where she worked on a casual basis, but never in the main office. Because of the police, Kate was late for her first day. Then her computer got stuck in DOS, and would not progress until the computer guy fixed it for her. To Kate's dismay the font was green characters on black background, which strained her eyes. Changing the fax machine roll, Kate dropped the paper and it unwound down the corridor. Driving the takings to the bank, Kate was pleased to be served by Samantha, but there was little the ever-helpful Samantha could do about two checks that were unsigned, and a credit card sales voucher where the credit card number was not clear, so the bank deposit had to go back to the office to be corrected.

Still peeved about Breanna bothering her in the bathroom that morning, Kate had assumed she would get some privacy when she went into the ladies room at work, to empty her bowels and change her period pad. Sitting on the toilet with her skirt hitched around her waist and her panties around her ankles behind the closed and locked cubicle door, Kate thought she would finally get some privacy but quickly found out that a nervous woman who worked in the office, Gladys, was boundary challenged.

Gladys had stood with the external door open, reminding Kate of the afternoon deadlines for the data processing. The teenager, a length of toilet paper in her fingers about to wipe her bottom, could not believe her bad luck. The printer paper not aligning between the blue and white lines and further errors in the data caused Kate more annoyance in the afternoon, and she was glad to return home.

Going upstairs, Kate undressed in her bedroom, putting on a comfortable tee-shirt and her patched jeans, walking barefoot along the hallway and making a stop in the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet with her patched jeans and panties around her ankles, her bare feet poking out from under the hems of her jeans, Kate thought maybe this time, she would be allowed to sit on the toilet and poo in peace and privacy.

Downstairs, Breanna vaguely heard Kate close and lock the bathroom door on the second floor. "Is she going to the toilet again?" Breanna thought to herself, and went upstairs to investigate. Sure enough, the door was closed and she could hear Kate advancing the toilet roll and rustling the toilet paper as she wiped her bottom, the sound repeated a few seconds later.

Breanna was tempted to knock on the door to scare Kate, but resisted the urge. She walked downstairs thinking about how often Kate went to the toilet, this turning into a plan as to how she could exact revenge upon her cousin for this morning.

Although Breanna found no humor in any toilet mishaps that befell her, such as getting diarrhea after having anal sex like today, toilet pranks played upon other people were a major source of amusement and fun to her. One time, she had taken a black tack that matched the color of the toilet seat and stuck it to it with tape. Soon, her father's scream of agony was heard through the trailer as he sat down on the toilet and the tack pierced his left buttock, sending him flying off the seat and smashing his head on the door.

Another time her mother had been having too much to drink with her trashy trailer park friends. Anticipating what would happen, Breanna put cling-wrap over the toilet and sure enough when Rosanne went to throw up her vomit splashed right back into her face.

Dustin likewise had copped it a few times. One time Dustin was standing there having a piss, and Breanna had bashed on the door, scaring him and causing him to piss all over the toilet and walls, as well as peeing his jeans. Another time, Dustin was actually doing something practical - cleaning the toilet - when Breanna snuck up behind him, shoved his head into the toilet bowl and flushed it.

The prank that would catch Kate was one she and Isabella had played at school. Toilet paper was a scarce and valuable commodity in the poorly maintained girls' bathroom, girls who needed to poo often having difficulty finding a toilet cubicle with enough paper. Often Breanna and Isabella had to get nearly empty toilet rolls out of each stall and pool them together so they would have enough toilet paper. It was far worse when it was that time of the month. So when Breanna and Isabella placed into three toilet stalls fake toilet rolls that didn't tear, it didn't take long for three girls to go in there and finding three stalls with full rolls of paper, choose them. The result was as intended; three 18-year-old girls stranded on the toilets they had sat on with dirty bottoms and toilet paper that would not tear. Now, the same fate would befall her cousin when Kate sat her fat ass down on the toilet sometime in the next few days.

The sound of Kate flushing the toilet could be heard upstairs, before Kate's bare feet descended the staircase and she dutifully helped her mother prepare dinner. Breanna shook her head. What a goody-two shoes her cousin was. Breanna looked at the time on the VCR. Still a few hours to go until her aunt and uncle had their evening take a direction none could have anticipated.

After Bob, John and Dylan returned from work, it was time for dinner. Breanna, stuck eating dry toast and water did not envy the meal the rest of the family was eating; stew and vegetables. With dinner over and everything tidied up Kate and Dylan sat watching television, while John was on the phone to Samantha, something Breanna regarded with contempt. "How many times in one day can you talk to the precious love of your life, John?" she thought.

Kate was sitting on the couch, with her legs tucked underneath. Due to her height, Kate's bare feet occupied the seat on the couch next to her. Despite having a spare seat at the other end of the couch, Breanna, getting impatient for what she was anticipating and subsequently cranky, attempted to push Kate's feet away from that seat.

"Don't do that," snapped Kate, just as cranky after a bad day that started with Breanna bothering her in the bathroom.
"How many spaces do you need Kate?" retorted Breanna.

"There's plenty of room for you," Kate pointed out.

"Yeah, you need all the space you can get with your big tits and your great fat ass," retorted Breanna.

Kate jumped to her feet. "Don't you call me fat!"

"That's what you are," sneered Breanna. "You're fat Kate. You always were fat, and you always will be no matter how much sport you do."

Tears welled in Kate's eyes at the unfair insult, Breanna seeing and laughing. "Are you going to cry about it, Kate?" she taunted.

"No, I am not going to cry about it," Kate stormed. "I have had it with you, Breanna. You are a bitch, you cause problems everywhere you go! Why don't you get lost back to the trailer park where you belong?"

"I would if only to get away from you!" yelled Breanna. "Fuck you Kate!"

"And fuck you too, Breanna!" was Kate's furious response.

The two angry teenage girls began screaming insults and swearing at each other, both red with rage. Bob and Anna, who had been across the road seeing her parents, could hear the fracas out in the street and ran home at speed.

On the telephone, John hastily ended his call to the bemused Samantha who could hear what sounded like a cross between a cat fight and somebody getting killed through the receiver, and pondered if she should call the police. John burst into the living room at the same time as his parents to see his sister and cousin in each other's faces, yelling at each other at the tops of their voices.

It seemed that things would become physical at any second, John stepping forward to attempt to separate them. "Stop it," he ordered, but neither his sister nor cousin seemed to notice him. By contrast, Dylan was happy to sit there and watch the show.

While Breanna generally had no qualms about fighting, she would avoid a fight with an opponent whom she knew would beat her. Kate was much taller, heavier, fitter and physically stronger and a talented field hockey player. If they were to fight, Kate would probably win, so she did not initiate a physical fight.

"Girls!" shouted Anna. "Stop this right now!"

Kate and Breanna kept right on yelling at each other, and his patience exhausted, Bob ran to the kitchen. He took a jug of water from the refrigerator and threw the freezing contents over his daughter and niece. This had an effect, the girls stopping their yelling immediately but stood glaring at each other, both fuming.

"What is going on in here, what is this nonsense?" demanded Bob, looking at his daughter and niece in anger. "We could hear you two across the road, it sounded like a murder was happening. Your language was a disgrace, both of you."

"You should both be ashamed of yourselves, 18-years-old and behaving like that," scolded Anna. "We are going to find out what is going on. Kate, you go first."

"Great, take Kate's side as usual," spat Breanna.

"Breanna!" boomed Bob.

Before Kate, now in tears, could say anything the front doorbell rang, and the dogs began barking. "It's probably the police," said Bob. "We haven't finished discussing this," he warned the two girls.

Anna and Bob answered the door expecting concerned neighbors or indeed even the police at the door, but unless the police receiver had dispatched a squad of four detectives, they were unsure who these strangers were.

On the doorstep stood a tall, elegant, attractive blonde woman smartly dressed in a knee-length skirt and blouse aged in her mid to late 40s, a handsome man about the same age with light brown hair in a shirt and trousers next to her. Behind them were a younger couple probably aged in their early 20s. The handsome young guy with an Italian appearance wore a short-sleeved shirt and jeans over his muscular frame. The girl was an exceptionally pretty blonde, her long, fringed hair cascading down her black blouse with a plunging cleavage, her black mini-skirt barely covering her panties.

The middle aged woman spoke first, her voice having an educated, British accent. "Hello, are you Anna?"

"Yes, I'm Anna," said Anna, unsure who these visitors were.

"We spoke earlier today on the telephone," said the woman, extending her hand to the bemused Anna. "I'm Felicity, and this is my husband Nigel." She indicated the middle aged man beside her.

"Good evening," said Nigel, his voice like his wife's having an educated British accent.

Felicity indicated the younger couple. "These are our friends, Vinnie and Courtney."

"Hi," said Vinnie, his voice a New Jersey accent.

"Hi," said Courtney, her voice also American, high pitched and girlish. She giggled, and indicated Bob. "You must be Bob." She turned back to her boyfriend and the older couple; the handsome middle aged guy with the beard and his slim wife with her dark hair. "He is so good looking, and so is his wife."

"You're right there, Courtney," said Felicity. She looked at Anna. "I've been thinking about you all day, getting excited in my knickers, but now I've seen you, wow. You are something else." Anna felt the woman's eyes moving between her breasts and her crotch.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" demanded Bob.

"Your wife saw our advertisement in the newspaper," said Nigel. "She called my wife today and arranged the evening." He addressed Anna directly. "It's good that you agreed to letting Bob and I hide in the wardrobe and watch you and Felicity together."

"What?" gasped Anna.

"Felicity's good," Vinnie said, pointing at Felicity. "She's showed Courtney and me things we could never have dreamed of."

Courtney approached Bob and run her finger down his shirt. "And I can't wait until I'm sitting on his knee in my school uniform, his hand up my skirt and fondling me inside my panties. They're white cotton panties like you know you want."

"I do not understand what is going on here," said Anna, hands-on-hips.

"You said on the telephone that you and your husband enjoy a swinging lifestyle, and you wanted to meet more couples like us," said Felicity. "It's less common in America than back home in England, so Vinnie and Courtney were quite a find." The younger couple stood looking pleased with themselves.

Bob and Anna looked in despair at each other, then at their uninvited guests. "So, you're swingers?" the disbelieving Bob asked.

"Yes," affirmed Nigel. "Your wife spoke to my wife this morning and arranged everything."

"I'm sorry, but I did no such thing," said Anna firmly.

Looking through the door, Felicity saw John, Kate, Dylan and Breanna. They had heard everything going on outside, and John, Kate and Dylan were completely bemused like their parents. Breanna was delighted at the success of her prank going better than she could imagined, and a quartet of swingers arriving on her aunt and uncle's doorstep. However, she maintained a poker face.

Felicity turned to Bob and Anna, unimpressed. "I don't know why your kids are here. Were you planning to go to a hotel or a motel with us instead?"

"There seems to have been some sort of mistake," said Bob. "My wife and I don't share your lifestyle, and I can assure you that Anna did not contact you."

"I spoke to your wife at about 10 o'clock this morning," asserted Felicity.

"That is not the case," said Anna. "I have never spoken to you, nor your husband nor your friends. I think you may have been the victims of some kind of practical joke."

"So, you don't want to party with us tonight?" asked Vinnie.

"No, we most definitely do not," said Bob.

"We drove all the way from Philadelphia," complained Courtney.

"And I'm sorry for your wasted journey," said Anna. "But could you please leave?"

The two couples turned away, disappointed. "I saw a hotel on the way into town, perhaps we can stop there overnight?" suggested Nigel.

This appeared to rouse the spirits of Felicity, Vinnie and Courtney and they made haste for the car, Dylan's eyes going wide as Felicity put her hand up Courtney's mini-skirt, the older woman fondling the younger woman's panties, and causing her to giggle.

The car reversed away and drove away up the street. The shell-shocked Bob and Anna stared at each other, unable to believe what had just happened. Being married for so many years, Bob and Anna could tell the other's thoughts as to who was the guilty party for this practical joke. Both turned towards the house, and in unison at the tops of their voices, yelled "Breanna!"

END OF CHAPTER 3 - TO BE CONTINUED ...
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