By Perseus
perseus_mycenae@protonmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Perseus, all rights reserved
[5,421 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Part 1
Lexie Hunt - 13
Candy Hunt - 10
Calvin Hunt - 14
Deacon Hunt - 15
Emma Hunt - 13 (cousin)
Clara Hunt - mom
George Hunt - dad
I never expected my 13th year of life to go this way. I just had the
best birthday ever a few weeks ago, and my family and I were about to
go on our yearly vacation. I would be going into 8th grade and
finishing my last year of middle school. I was so excited for it all,
but now I wasn’t so sure about it anymore. Now, I was standing in the
middle of the bathroom, shaking like a leaf in the wind, wearing only a
towel. The only thing I could wear. But I made a commitment to my
family; I love them all, and I’m going to honor it.
“Thank
you for doing what you’re doing, Lexie. Because of you, we get to keep
our vacation.” My older brother, Calvin, said. “Mom and Dad are really
proud of you. We all thought you were the favorite before. You
definitely are now!”
“Thanks, I’m just really scared about it. And we both know Candy is the favorite.”
“Both you girls are.” Calvin chuckled.
I wasn’t so sure; our parents treated us girls very differently than
our brothers. Not less, just different. But that’s what this is all
about. My mom always told me and my sister that girls were too modest.
That we shouldn’t hide behind so many layers of clothing. I think she
has a point; having confidence in our bodies is important. But I
allowed myself to take it to a whole new level, one my parents
supported, one I was now second-guessing. But it was too late now.
“Are you ready, Lexie?” My oldest brother, Deacon, was at the door to
the bathroom. Holding a straight razor, shaving cream, and a bowl of
water.
I nodded my head, but he could tell I was shaking and scared.
“Lexie, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” He said, putting the
shaving equipment on the counter, then coming over to me. Putting his
hand on my bare shoulders. “We’ve all seen you; you’re beautiful.
Everyone is going to think so.”
“But you haven’t seen me for this long! Skinny-dipping is one thing; this is on another level!” I cried back.
“You’re the bravest and most generous girl I know. You made this
sacrifice for us; we’ll take care of you.” Deacon reassured me. “Are
you ready?” Placing his hand on the knot of my towel.
I nodded
my head. Deacon loosened the towel and let it fall to my feet. I now
stood completely naked in front of my older brothers.
“I’m good with the razor; I promise I won’t cut that cute little vagina of yours.”
I was still shivering. Like I said before, my brother had seen both my
sister and me naked many times. But this was different. More
deliberate. In the past, Candy and I would skinny-dip in our pool and
share changing rooms, and a few other situations like that where we
would be naked in front of them. We’ve never seen them naked once, of
course. Our mom was very strict about their privacy. It wasn’t fair,
but that was life.
My brother’s eyes were drinking in the
sight of my naked form. I had light strawberry brown hair. A-cup
breasts, which I was very proud of and looked bigger on me than they
actually were. They held themselves up nicely. Dark pink nipples that
stood out in contrast to my light, nearly pale skin. The carpet matched
the drapes down low, but at my mother’s insistence, that wouldn’t be
the case for long. I have been told that my vagina has a closed look,
with lips that touch even when my legs are open. Everyone in my family,
and I do mean everyone, has told me it’s pretty, but I’ll talk about
that later. They even tell me that the little bump, called a clit, is
cute. It comes out whenever I feel excited, which happens a lot now. My
dad calls it a love button. He thinks it’s funny to tell me when it’s
out; my brothers find it funny too. Last was my butt, apple-shaped, my
family love to smack it every so often, and they think it’s cute how it
jiggles slightly.
Both my brothers were taller than me; I
stood just under 5 feet, but I felt even smaller being naked while they
looked down at me.
“Maybe I can do it myself. I have been shaving my legs and armpits for a while. I can just use my normal razor.”
“Sorry, Lexie, Mom’s orders. She wants as close a shave as possible. We’ll do this less often if it’s done right.”
“But it’s embarrassing! You are going to see me!”
“I think you’re just scared of the blade.” Deacon held up the straight
razor. He was right; one slip and my vagina wouldn’t be so pretty
anymore. “Tell you what, I’ll shave your armpits, and when you see how
good I am, we can do your vagina.”
I nodded and held up my right arm; I might as well go along with it. Once my mom made up her mind, there was no changing it.
“I don’t like that word.” I pouted. “It feels like we are talking about health class.”
“What word? Vagina?” Calvin, my 14-year-old brother, asked. Holding a dollop of shaving cream in his hand.
I nodded at him.
“Let’s call it a kitty then; you’ve always wanted a kitty. Betcha
didn’t realize you’ve had one your whole life!” Both he and Deacon were
laughing now.
“Don’t make fun of me!” I pouted again. I didn’t like when they teamed up against me.
“We’re not, Lexie.” Deacon said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Kitty is a cute word for a cute girl like you.”
“I guess it’s alright, but it’s not like we have to talk about it so
much. Hee Hee!. Careful, Calvin! That tickles!” Calvin was spreading
the shaving cream under my arm.
“We have a word for everything
else you got. Tushy for butt, boobies for breasts.” As Deacon said
“boobies” I instinctively looked down at mine. My nipples were slightly
upturned and pointing right at my 15-year-old brother. “Now we have
kitty for your vagina. We are going to be seeing it a lot; we need to
have a word for it.”
“I prefer butt to tushy.” Calvin added.
Deacon started to shave under my arm. As he brought his hand back up
after cleaning the blade, the back of his hand brushed up against my
pointy nipple. I felt a little jolt, and I shook slightly.
“I’m sorry, Lexie. I didn’t mean to.”
It was the first contact anyone else had with one of my private areas, but it wouldn’t be the last.
“It’s okay, Deacon. You’re about to shave my vag… I mean my kitty. Touching my boob isn’t a big deal.”
“You’re a good sport, sis. Honk, honk.” Deacon lightly squeezed my
right boob twice. We both laughed. “Now hold still; let me do the rest.
Mom wants you to be completely hairless below the eyebrows.”
My brothers proceeded to shave both my armpits. Calvin was applying the
shaving cream, and Deacon was running the straight razor over me. They
moved on to my legs after that; it was really embarrassing, with them
being at eye level with my kitty.
“Alright Lexie, all done with that. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Feel your legs.”
I followed Deacon’s suggestion and felt both under my arms and my legs. It was the closest shave I ever had. Both felt amazing.
“Do you trust me now?” Deacon asked. I simply nodded my head. “Let’s shave the cute little kitty of yours.”
I could feel my face turning red. Having my brother call my kitty cute
was enough for me to die of shame, but he was being kind about it. I
knew he wasn’t trying to make me feel bad. My brother, Calvin, took my
hand and led me to sit on the toilet, with the lid closed, of course.
He leaned me back, then each brother took one of my feet, lifted it,
and placed it on the lid of the toilet. I felt like a frog, but worse;
my legs and knees were on either side of me, spreading my legs and
fully exposing my kitty to them. I shivered from embarrassment; they
had never gotten this good of a look at it before. My brother could
tell I was nervous and a little scared.
“You have a beautiful kitty, Lexie. You should be proud to show it off.”
I just blushed even harder.
“Don’t you dare cut my naked princess.” I hear the voice of my dad
standing at the open doorway, looking in at me spread on the toilet
seat. He had an upbeat tune to his voice, implying that he was joking
and had confidence in my brother.
“Daddy!” I wanted to close
my legs, but Deacon and Calvin were still holding them, keeping my
kitty on show. I didn’t have much hair on it; nothing was left to the
imagination. I could only endure the embarrassment as my dad came over
and leaned down for a better look.
“I would never dream of cutting something so pretty!” Deacon laughed with my dad.
“Be careful when shaving around here.” My dad pointed his fingers just
centimeters from the top of my kitty, right at the hard little nub that
I learned last year at school was called a clitoris. I didn’t know much
more about it, but when I rub it at night, it feels amazing. I just
started having orgasms not long ago. This little nub was my favorite
part of my body. “You don’t want to cut her little love button.”
“Daddy! Please! It’s embarrassing!”
“Remember what we talked about, Lexie.” Now it was my mother who
entered. “Be proud of your body; you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Yes, Mom. I remember.”
Calvin started rubbing the shaving cream between his hands. Deacon
grabbed the can from him and also got some cream. “I’ll help this time;
it’s important we don’t miss a spot here.” I knew that had nothing to
do with it. Deacon just wanted to rub the cream on my kitty. I guess I
couldn’t blame him; he was a boy. Even being two years older than me
and my brother, no boy was going to turn down and opportunity to touch
a girl’s vagina.
Both my brothers were rubbing the cream on
my kitty. Each of their fingers would glide over my love button,
causing me to sharply inhale and shudder. Despite the embarrassment of
having my brother touch my kitty while my parents watched, it felt so
good. Then it was time for the razor. Deacon went slow, running the
blade over my bare chest. More and more of me was being uncovered, this
time, hairless.
“Make sure you get every hair, and when you boys are done with that, I want you to give Lexie a bath.” My mom told them.
“Mom! I can bathe myself! I don’t need them to do it!” I was shocked. I
couldn’t remember the last time one of my parents bathed me.
“No arguing, Lexie. Since you’re going to be naked for the foreseeable
future, I want to make sure you are completely clean. And what better
way to do that than with two sets of eyes? Your brothers will be giving
you baths from here on.”
“Mom! I always shower properly!”
“Don’t argue with your mother, Lexie. Just think of it as one less thing you have to do.” My father told me.
“Let your brothers pamper you, sweetie.” she added. “Do you understand
me, boys? Wash her everywhere. Do NOT skip anywhere on her body. Is
that clear?”
“Yes, Mom,” they both said together. I tried to
tell myself that it wouldn’t be any harder than this. But still, she
wasn’t a little girl anymore. I’m thirteen; I could do it myself. But
there was no way I was going to win this one. I did this to myself,
after all.
It all started the other day, with the fire. My
uncle and aunt lived a few blocks from us, which was great because my
cousin, Emma, was also my best friend. Our dads are brothers; they were
basically best friends too. My dad was the older brother, but Emma and
I were the same age; she was born first, and then I was a month later.
We were practically sisters; I loved her so much. Which is what
motivated my decision. Their house caught on fire. No one was hurt;
they managed to get out just in time, but Emma’s room and all her
possessions were completely destroyed. The worst part about it was Emma
was in the shower when it happened. The fire spread so fast that her
dad didn’t even have time to grab a towel as he pulled Emma out. She
was completely naked, standing in the neighborhood street, watching as
everything she owned burned.
My father, of course, insisted
they stay with us. All poor Emma had when she brought them home from
the fire was one of those thermal blankets that the fire department
gave them wrapped around her. I gave her an outfit to wear, but she was
crushed. I felt so bad for her. I hugged her as she cried on my
shoulder.
The next day brought even more bad news. Our
families were planning our yearly vacation, the one we took every year
before school started again. They never told us what they were until we
got there; they liked to surprise us. We only knew that we would be
going farther than we had gone before, to Florida. But outside of that,
we had no idea what we would be doing. But it didn’t matter; they told
us we would have to cancel this year’s trip.
My younger
sister, Candy, started crying. Not throwing a tantrum, but genuine
sadness. I didn’t like seeing her like that; I wanted to cry too. My
brothers held it together, but I could tell they were really upset too.
“We’re sorry, kids, we really are.” My mom said. “But we decided that it was important to help your aunt and uncle.”
“We are canceling our part of the trip to deal with the house.” My uncle said.
“Your mother and I decided to cancel as well.” My father added. “All of
Emma’s possessions were destroyed. We are going to use the money to
replace her wardrobe. That alone wouldn’t cost as much as the entire
vacation, but it requires us to cancel enough of it that we feel it’s
best to just skip it this year.”
“I wish you wouldn’t,
George.” My uncle spoke up again. “You should still take your family;
we’ll figure out something with Emma’s clothes.”
They started
arguing back and forth. My parents are insisting on helping, and Emma’s
insisting on going on the vacation. It all seemed to center on Emma’s
wardrobe; that’s when I got my bright idea.
“I have an idea.”
They kept talking amongst each other. I had to repeat it several times
before I finally got their attention. “I have an idea.”
“What is it, sweetie?” My dad said. Our parents always made us feel like our input was important to them.
“If Emma didn’t need new clothes, then we could still go on our
vacation, right? I mean our family and Emma?” They didn’t answer; they
just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “What if I gave Emma my
clothes? Uncle Jim and Aunt Carol Kate could still pay for just her
part, and they could stay here and deal with the house. If I gave her
my clothes, we wouldn’t have to cancel any part of our trip to buy new
ones.”
My siblings and Emma perked up; they liked the idea of keeping the vacation.
“Oh honey, that’s sweet of you, but even if you gave Emma half of what
you owned, it still wouldn’t be enough. She lost all her school
uniforms too.” My mom said.
“Then I’ll give her all of
them.” The room was silent. “She can have all of my clothes.” I really
didn’t want to give up our vacation; Emma and I were so excited for it,
and I couldn’t bear the thought of going without her or not going at
all. Our parents told us it was going to be a bigger vacation than we
took in the past. I was willing to do anything to keep it. My dad
looked at me with some surprise on his face. I couldn’t read my mom at
all; she looked as though she was studying me.
“Lexie, that’s very generous of you. Your uncle and I love you, but we can’t accept…”
“Well, hold on, Kate.” My mom interrupted my aunt. “Lexie, do you understand what you are saying?”
I nodded my head. “We would still be able to go, right? Emma too?”
“Maybe, but it might not be enough, honey. Not having to buy clothes for her would help a lot, but…”
“Use my allowance money!” Now it was my turn to interrupt. “Or the money you use to buy us new school uniforms!”
My aunt tried to turn me down again. But again, my mom stopped her.
“Kate, it’s alright; I just want to make sure Lexie understands her
decision.” Turning back to me. “It may be enough; if we had to use the
clothing budget, we would have to use your portion first.”
“That’s okay with me!”
“She would need underwear too; you would need to give her those as well.”
“She can have all of them!”
And that’s how it happened. I offered my clothes and money to my Emma
so we could keep our vacation and Emma too. It took some more
convincing, but my aunt and uncle eventually agreed. Emma and I were so
excited; I could tell the thought of the fire was far from her mind,
finally. The thought of what my decision meant to me was also far from
my mind. I didn’t fully understand what I did until my mom came to my
room later that night, after I had bagged up all of my clothes. Even my
shoes, and took them to the guest room Emma and her parents were in.
“May I come in?” My mom asked, standing at my door, holding a shoebox.
I was still in my nightgown, only wearing panties, as I hated wearing a
bra at night.
“Yeah.”
“Your father and I wanted you
to know how things will be going from here.” She sat on my bed and put
her arm around me. “Since you gave up all your clothes, you’ll be going
on this vacation without anything. Emma is to only pack enough for
herself. We don’t want her to risk losing anything.”
“Okay.”
“You will be naked, honey. Do you understand?”
Now it started to set in a little; I could feel myself start to get really nervous. “For the whole vacation?”
“And after too. If you are going to give away all the things your
father and I worked hard for, then you are going to commit to your
decision.” There was a hint of sternness to her voice.
“Are you mad at me, Mom?”
“Of course not!” She hugged me tighter. “Your father and I are very
proud that we have such a generous daughter. We just want you to know
that it may be a while before we can replace your clothes. Your
brother’s and Candy’s wardrobes are going to take priority over yours
as well. If we have to use some of that money we set aside every year,
it’s going to come from your share first. You may be like this for a
while.”
A minor panic was starting to set in, but I kept
telling myself that there was no way that I would have to go completely
naked on vacation. My mom would make me be naked at home; of course,
she always said that girls don’t need modesty. But a full vacation? No
way. Even if I had to endure the car ride naked or even the hotel room,
I could deal with that; my family had seen me and my sister naked
plenty of times. We, of course, have never seen our brothers naked. “I
understand, Mom.”
“Good. But, that’s not yours anymore.” She
pointed at my nightgown. “Let’s have it. I need to wash it before I
give it to Emma.”
“Oh…right.” I stood and grabbed the straps of my nightgown. I pushed them off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Those too.” My mom pointed at my panties. I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband and pushed them down to the floor. I now stood completely
naked in front of my mom.
“This won’t do.” She pointed at my
sparse public hair. “We can’t have you leaving pubes all over the
place. You need to shave them while you’re naked. Deacon can help.”
“What!? You want Deacon to shave me!?” My mother nodded her head. “I
can do it! I’ve been shaving my legs for over a year! I know what I’m
doing.”
“I don’t want to risk you cutting yourself in such a sensitive area. And Deacon’s razor will be a much closer shave.”
“But he’s my brother! A brother can’t shave his sister’s vagina!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Lexie. It’s not a big deal for a brother to help
his sister. And your brothers owe you tons of favors for saving their
vacation. No more fuss about this; Deacon is going to shave you until
you are dressed again. Whenever that may be.”
I wanted to
argue more, but her mind was made up. Deacon was probably my favorite
sibling; I trusted him, but it was still embarrassing. I noticed the
shoebox my mom was holding again and decided to change the subject.
“What’s that for?”
“Oh! I almost forgot! These are the new
shoes we got for you. We can’t have you going barefoot everywhere, and
you didn’t technically own these when you gave the rest of your
clothes. We were going to give them to you just before school started,
but now is a better time.”
These were the pink shoes I was wanting so badly. “Thank you!” I hugged my mother tightly.
“Be sure to thank your father too; it was his idea to give them to you
now. And take care of them; they are the only clothes you own.”
And now, here I sat, legs spread, while my family watched as my brother shaved my kitty.
After several agonizing minutes, Deacon was finally done. He took a wet
wash cloth and wiped my vagina down with it. I shuddered when the cloth
went over my little love button, but I bit my lip and managed to keep
myself from crying out or moaning. Everyone leaned in and inspected his
work; my brothers still held on to my legs, so I had to keep them open.
“Nicely done, son! I taught you well!” My dad said.
“Her vagina looks as though it never had any hair at all!” My mom added.
“Lexie doesn’t like that word, Mom.” Calvin said, finally taking his eyes off me. “She prefers to call it a kitty.”
“That’s a cute name for it. No need to be so formal, since we’re going
to be able to see it for a long while. That’s the best-shaved kitty
I’ve ever seen!”
I felt a little dread at what she just said.
What did "a long while" mean to her? I know she won’t actually make me
go naked for the whole vacation. At least, I kept telling myself that.
I know she’ll end up packing some of the clothes that now belonged to
Emma for me. She’ll let me dangle for a while, but she won’t go that
far. Worst case scenario, I only get a couple of outfits for the year.
I’ll have to do a TON of laundry.
“Bath time, young lady.
Boys, make sure she’s clean.” With that, my parents left, and my
brothers started drawing the bath. We didn’t talk, but they both
watched me, smiling, while I stood with my hands hanging at my sides.
They were kind smiles; my brothers were never cruel to me, but they did
like to tease me.
Once the bath was drawn, Calvin held my
hand while I stepped in. I sat in the warm water as they poured water
over my head. They had me lean with my back to them as they both worked
shampoo into my hair and scalp. One was massaging my head while the
other worked on the rest of my hair. I had to admit, it felt really
nice to have this done for me; they were very gentle. But the worst was
yet to come. They rinsed my hair and applied conditioner in the same
way. Now it was time for the hard part, my body.
“Stand up, please.” Deacon asked.
I stood and faced them, giving a frontal view of my naked, wet body.
They both stopped and looked. “Lexie, I don’t mean to embarrass you,
but you are beautiful. The whole world should see you.” Deacon said.
I blushed a deep red and clasped my hands behind my back; my nipples
were hard, pointing at both of them. “No way!” I laughed. “I don’t
think I could handle that!”
They each took a loofah sponge and
lathered them up with body wash. They started on my arms, working to my
armpits. Having them both watched at the same time caused me to squirm
and giggle, pulling away out of instinct.
“Stop fidgeting!”
they both cried out, giggling along with me. They had me turning around
and back towards them several times, lathering up my back, stomach, and
shoulders. Then finally…my breasts. Calvin washed my face carefully,
doing his best not to get soap in my eyes. Now my entire upper body was
covered in soap. They set the loofahs aside and started using their
bare hands to wash my upper body.
“Hey! What are you two doing?”
“Mom’s orders. She told us not to miss a spot; this is the best way.” Calvin answered.
I trusted them but knew what was coming. They followed the same routine
as when they had loofahs. Soon they were at my breasts. They were
cupping, rubbing, and squeezing; their hands glided over my chest. They
would catch my nipples between their fingers. My breathing got a little
heavy, and I sigh quietly each time. My nipples got harder as their
fingers danced over them; I hoped they couldn’t tell.
Finally,
they were done; they picked up the loofahs again and started on my
lower body. I raised one foot up to be washed, then the other. They
worked on the rest of my legs.
Soon there was nothing left by my kitty and my butt. Both brothers stopped for a minute and watched me.
“Um… Lexie, could you open your legs a little?” Deacon finally asked.
“I… I can do this part. It’s okay.” I said this just as my mom and sister walked by, and she heard me.
“Lexie, let your brothers wash you properly. I told you, they would handle your baths from here on.”
“Yes, Mom.” My mom and sister watched as I stood with my legs
shoulder-width apart. Giving my brothers better access between my legs.
Deacon lathered me up first, being firm but gentle; Calvin did the same
when it was his turn. My kitty was covered again, but by soap this
time.
“Turn around, Lexie, lean forward some.” Deacon said.
I knew what was coming now. This was going to be the worst part of the
bath, and now my mom and sister were watching. But I did as he said.
The position pushed my butt out some, legs still shoulder-width apart.
This was the most embarrassed I had ever been in my life, having my
brother washing between my cheeks with a loofah. Our family were bidet
users, and I was VERY thankful for that at this moment, but it was
still incredibly embarrassing. I could hear my sister laughing at me.
Soon it was Calvin’s turn; I closed my eyes and tried to ignore my
sister’s laughing as he did the same.
“Turn back around, please.” Deacon said.
I faced them again, just in time to see them put the loofahs aside
again. I shuddered, knowing I was about to feel their bare hand on my
lower half. They started on my legs again, working their way up. They
each gave one of my butt cheeks the same treatment as my boobs.
Cupping, rubbing, and squeezing.
Deacon then took my hips in
his hands and guided me to face him again. He didn’t ask this time;
with him expecting it and my mom watching, I stood with my legs apart.
He moved his hand back and forth over my kitty. He would squeeze my
bare lips together gently and release them; he would rub me again. He
was really teasing me now; he would start at the back of my kitty,
squeeze my lips together again, and release. He repeated this over and
over, working his way towards the front of my kitty. He ran his fingers
over my love button, letting it slip between his fingers, just like
with my nipple. He took it between his fingers and twirled it gently.
My mouth was hanging open, and I was breathing hard, nearly panting. My
knees were shaking as my brother worked my kitty like playing an
instrument. It felt too good for me to feel embarrassed. I had to hold
on to his shoulders just to keep standing.
I looked at my
mom; she knew what was happening, that my brother wasn’t cleaning
anymore, and she had a half smile on her face. “That’s enough, Deacon.
Calvin needs to make sure she’s clean there too.”
Deacon
moved aside, and Calvin took his place. I immediately held on to his
shoulders, and he started to work my kitty. He repeated much of the
same technique as Deacon did, but he wasn’t quite as good at it. But
soon enough, he had me panting again. I could hear my sister laughing
again.
“Okay, boys, finish up. You have to give Candy a bath next.”
“What!? Why!?” My ten-year-old sister said incredulously.
“Since you think it’s so funny to laugh at your sister, then you can
have your bath the same way. You don’t mind, do you boys? I think you
both should take charge of your sister’s baths for now.”
“Sure, Mom, we don’t mind.” Calvin answered.
Deacon took my hips again and turned me around; he pushed me to lean
forward again. Now his bare hand was rubbing between my cheeks. I could
feel his fingers over my anus. “At least I’m clean back there.” I
thought to myself. But this was going to be how my baths went for now,
and my brothers were going to be VERY thorough. Calvin did the same;
his fingers were just as invasive between my cheeks. But one thing was
for sure: I was clean.
My brothers rinsed me off and dried
me off with a towel. They didn’t wrap it around me. I had to leave the
bathroom naked. They started to undress Candy; she was sniffling at her
situation. Before I went back to my room, my mom had one last thing she
wanted to tell us.
“I need you kids to pack as light as you can for the trip; we don’t want to pay for more bags than we need to.”
“Pay for bags?” I asked. “Why would we need to pay for our bags? Aren’t we driving?”
“Not this time, honey.” My mom was back to looking at me like she was
studying me, trying to figure out what I was feeling, just before she
dropped an anvil on me. “We are flying this year.”
My knees were weak again….