Pipsqueak Poolside Pampering
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
As Ms. Smalls carried you to your aunt, you saw Tara smile a smile you were all too familiar with. It was a smile that promised pain and humiliation. You knew other people didn't see it that way. To them it was just a dazzling flash of perfect white teeth. She really was a beautiful woman, after all. Her face was stunningly pretty and her thick hair, dyed freshly blond, fell down to her tan shoulders. Her stomach was a bit fuller than when you'd left for college, but if anything the extra weight only emphasized her natural beauty. And her curves had grown even more massive, as if her bust and ass were in competition to see who could be bigger, a competition her ass was currently winning. If she had sported an hour glass figure before you'd gone off to college, now it had gone up to an hour-and-a-half glass. You knew many people would drool at the sight of her, especially now with her tanned flesh pouring out of her too small bikini, but, even if she wasn't your aunt, you'd been abused too many times by every part of that massive body over the course of your life for it to elicit any reaction out of you other than fear.
"I hope everything is to your liking, Ms. Bigg," Ms. Smalls said as she approached.
"You kidding me? This place is bitching," your aunt said with a laugh. "Besides, I needed a vacation." From what? you thought. You'd never seen her work a day in her life. "And why so formal? Please, call me Tara. After all, we might be related someday."
"Might be?" you said puzzled.
Tara turned her gaze to you and smiled that conniving smile you knew too well. "Hey there, pipsqueak. I see you're all cleaned up. It's a good thing you don't shrink in the wash otherwise you'd be too small to see!"
Tara laughed loudly at her own joke and when Ms. Smalls tinkling laughter joined in, you had no choice but to laugh uncomfortably as well. You figured Ms. Smalls would be expecting you to make your apology now and so you started.
"Aunt Tara, listen, I'm really sorry about all the stories I told about you. It was wrong of me to speak about you behind your back and paint such a bad picture of you. I really want to make things up to you so we can put all this behind us. After all we're... family," you said weakly.
"That was damn beautiful, squirt," your aunt said as dismissive as ever. "It's just a shame you don't mean that and are just saying it to impress your mother-in-law."
"No I'm not!" you said too quickly.
Tara scoffed. "It's obvious you're lying. It's fine. I just have to learn to live with the fact my only nephew doesn't want to be closer to me and will only ever see me as a monster."
"I don't think you're a monster!" you said earnestly. "And I wasn't lying! I do want to be closer to you and I do want to make things up to you!"
"You really mean that?" your aunt asked.
You felt Kimberly's expectant stare bore into you. Man of Forgiveness, you reminded yourself.
"Of course I mean it."
"Oh that's wonderful, squirt!" your aunt smiled. "And I know just how you can start! As you may know, I put a lot of work into maintaining my tan," she said holding up a suntan lotion bottle. Memories of the time your aunt had knowingly baked you into her butt cheek and kept you there for days came flashing back into your mind. Tara saw the look on your face and her smile only widened, "Fortunately, one of Cassie's lovely sisters already helped me apply lotion. However, speaking of putting things behind me, I have the most--awful--kink in my back," Tara said as she slowly turned from lying on her back to lying on her stomach. She pointed at a spot a few inches above her ass and you felt a renewed feeling of dread. "I think it was caused by the crummy seat on my flight. First class, my ass," she scoffed. "Anyway, there's only one man with hands small enough to give me the magic touch I need. Would you be a dear and help me out?"
Again you felt Kimberly's expectant gaze on you and knew there was only thing you could say. "I'd love to."
Ms. Smalls dropped you onto the spot your aunt had specified and took a seat in the poolside lounge chair beside her, opening up a fashion magazine she'd been reading. Knowing there was nothing else you could do, you got to work, digging your hands into Tara's flesh and rubbing as hard as you could.
"Would you facing the other way?" Tara asked innocently. "The tension is really... low..."
You sighed and turned, coming face to face with Tara's ass, and resumed rubbing. You put all your strength behind your arms and massaged her flesh the same way you would scrub a floor, each motion bringing your body forward then back. Unfortunately, you were so close to Tara's ass that now when you went forward your head kept smacking into her butt cheek.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Tara sighed blissfully.
"Is he that good a masseuse?" Ms. Smalls asked.
"Oh yes, I trained him well. When his mother and I would get back from the clubs, our feet would be aching from how much we danced. I convinced her that since my lil pipsqueak of a nephew couldn't do any traditional household chores, pampering us was the least he could do. Foot massages and back massages, painting our nails, applying makeup and lotions, filling in whenever an item of clothing wasn't available, just really doing anything we asked."
Like a servant, you thought miserably.
"Food's here--Jake?! What are you doing?!"
Cassie had returned in her own bright red bikini, carrying two pizza boxes with a few other orders stacked on top. She was knockout gorgeous, the sight of her making you feel flushed, but that excitement turned to shame as she looked at you in disbelief as you massaged your aunt's backside.
"Don't worry, dear," Ms. Smalls told her. "Jake is just helping his aunt work out a kink in her back. Would you mind setting the food down on the table next to us?"
Cassie frowned but did as her mother asked, setting the food down on a small table set in the middle of the four pool chairs.
"Well," your fiancee said stiffly, "it was very nice of Jake to do that but I'll be taking him to the pool now. I'd like him to get to know my sisters."
"Oh, but Cassie," Tara whined exaggeratedly. "My poor back is killing me. And this kink is almost gone. Can't you please just wait a few more minutes while sq--Jake finishes up? It'll give us a chance to talk and clear the air."
"I think that's a wonderful idea!" Ms. Smalls said as Cassie opened her mouth to object. "Cassie, take my seat next to Ms. Smalls, I'll move down one."
You smiled weakly at Cassie and she frowned even deeper as she sat down next to your aunt.
"So Cassie--mmmph," Tara grunted in exaggerated pleasure and bit her lip as you dug your fingers into her back. "You've heard all about--uff--me. Tell me--ooh--all about youooooooo!"
"Do you really think that's appropriate?" Cassie snapped, blushing at your aunt's moan, which was loud enough to cause Maddie and Sophie to stop their game and look over.
"Sorry, dear," Tara said. "Jake just has the magic touch. You know how it is. I'm sure Jake's done this for you a million times--"
"No, he hasn't. I--"
"He hasn't?" Tara asked sounding puzzled. "That's strange. He does this all the time for me. I assumed he would've jumped at the chance to run his fingers over your body."
"He doesn't do it because I've never asked him!" Cassie said, blushing deeper. "I'm sure he would if I did but--"
Tara raised a finger to silence her. "Hold that thought, dear. Jake, the majority of the tension is in my glutes. Can you please get on top of my cheeks and rub them?"
You felt your face burning in shame as you avoided Cassie's gaze and climbed atop your aunt's buttocks. You could feel every mortifying eye on you as you pressed your hands into the doughy flesh of her exposed left butt cheek and kneaded it like pizza dough.
"URMPH!" your aunt grunted in pleasure, curling her toes. "That's the stuff!"
"How can you do this to him?" Cassie asked in shock.
"Cassie," Ms. Smalls warned, looking up from her magazine. "Don't be rude."
"It's alright Kim," Tara said sweetly then, turned back to Cassie and asked in false innocence, "Do what?"
"Take advantage of him! Jake is sweet and kind, how can you force your own nephew to humiliate himself like this?"
"What are you talking about?" Tara asked, as if Cassie was being ridiculous. "I'm not taking advantage of him. Jake is doing everything of his own freewill. If I was forcing him, I'd say, "Hey pipsqueak, there's still tension in my ass! Start massaging me with your whole body or I'll crush you like a bug!" Instead, I'll politely ask. "Jakey, will you please rub my cheeks harder?" And now the choice is his. See?"
Tara looked over her shoulder and smiled at you smugly. On the one hand, Tara's threat may have been "hypothetical" but that didn't mean she wouldn't get revenge on you in some other way. But on the other hand, Cassie was looking at you pleadingly and you wanted with every fiber of your being to tell your aunt no and go hang out with your fiancee and her sisters. This month was about getting to know her family after all. But back on that first hand, just over Cassie's shoulder you saw Ms. Smalls looking at you expectantly from over the top of her magazine. Man of Forgiveness, you reminded yourself. It's what your future mother-in-law expected.
Do you obey Tara's "request" or choose Cassie?
"I hope everything is to your liking, Ms. Bigg," Ms. Smalls said as she approached.
"You kidding me? This place is bitching," your aunt said with a laugh. "Besides, I needed a vacation." From what? you thought. You'd never seen her work a day in her life. "And why so formal? Please, call me Tara. After all, we might be related someday."
"Might be?" you said puzzled.
Tara turned her gaze to you and smiled that conniving smile you knew too well. "Hey there, pipsqueak. I see you're all cleaned up. It's a good thing you don't shrink in the wash otherwise you'd be too small to see!"
Tara laughed loudly at her own joke and when Ms. Smalls tinkling laughter joined in, you had no choice but to laugh uncomfortably as well. You figured Ms. Smalls would be expecting you to make your apology now and so you started.
"Aunt Tara, listen, I'm really sorry about all the stories I told about you. It was wrong of me to speak about you behind your back and paint such a bad picture of you. I really want to make things up to you so we can put all this behind us. After all we're... family," you said weakly.
"That was damn beautiful, squirt," your aunt said as dismissive as ever. "It's just a shame you don't mean that and are just saying it to impress your mother-in-law."
"No I'm not!" you said too quickly.
Tara scoffed. "It's obvious you're lying. It's fine. I just have to learn to live with the fact my only nephew doesn't want to be closer to me and will only ever see me as a monster."
"I don't think you're a monster!" you said earnestly. "And I wasn't lying! I do want to be closer to you and I do want to make things up to you!"
"You really mean that?" your aunt asked.
You felt Kimberly's expectant stare bore into you. Man of Forgiveness, you reminded yourself.
"Of course I mean it."
"Oh that's wonderful, squirt!" your aunt smiled. "And I know just how you can start! As you may know, I put a lot of work into maintaining my tan," she said holding up a suntan lotion bottle. Memories of the time your aunt had knowingly baked you into her butt cheek and kept you there for days came flashing back into your mind. Tara saw the look on your face and her smile only widened, "Fortunately, one of Cassie's lovely sisters already helped me apply lotion. However, speaking of putting things behind me, I have the most--awful--kink in my back," Tara said as she slowly turned from lying on her back to lying on her stomach. She pointed at a spot a few inches above her ass and you felt a renewed feeling of dread. "I think it was caused by the crummy seat on my flight. First class, my ass," she scoffed. "Anyway, there's only one man with hands small enough to give me the magic touch I need. Would you be a dear and help me out?"
Again you felt Kimberly's expectant gaze on you and knew there was only thing you could say. "I'd love to."
Ms. Smalls dropped you onto the spot your aunt had specified and took a seat in the poolside lounge chair beside her, opening up a fashion magazine she'd been reading. Knowing there was nothing else you could do, you got to work, digging your hands into Tara's flesh and rubbing as hard as you could.
"Would you facing the other way?" Tara asked innocently. "The tension is really... low..."
You sighed and turned, coming face to face with Tara's ass, and resumed rubbing. You put all your strength behind your arms and massaged her flesh the same way you would scrub a floor, each motion bringing your body forward then back. Unfortunately, you were so close to Tara's ass that now when you went forward your head kept smacking into her butt cheek.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Tara sighed blissfully.
"Is he that good a masseuse?" Ms. Smalls asked.
"Oh yes, I trained him well. When his mother and I would get back from the clubs, our feet would be aching from how much we danced. I convinced her that since my lil pipsqueak of a nephew couldn't do any traditional household chores, pampering us was the least he could do. Foot massages and back massages, painting our nails, applying makeup and lotions, filling in whenever an item of clothing wasn't available, just really doing anything we asked."
Like a servant, you thought miserably.
"Food's here--Jake?! What are you doing?!"
Cassie had returned in her own bright red bikini, carrying two pizza boxes with a few other orders stacked on top. She was knockout gorgeous, the sight of her making you feel flushed, but that excitement turned to shame as she looked at you in disbelief as you massaged your aunt's backside.
"Don't worry, dear," Ms. Smalls told her. "Jake is just helping his aunt work out a kink in her back. Would you mind setting the food down on the table next to us?"
Cassie frowned but did as her mother asked, setting the food down on a small table set in the middle of the four pool chairs.
"Well," your fiancee said stiffly, "it was very nice of Jake to do that but I'll be taking him to the pool now. I'd like him to get to know my sisters."
"Oh, but Cassie," Tara whined exaggeratedly. "My poor back is killing me. And this kink is almost gone. Can't you please just wait a few more minutes while sq--Jake finishes up? It'll give us a chance to talk and clear the air."
"I think that's a wonderful idea!" Ms. Smalls said as Cassie opened her mouth to object. "Cassie, take my seat next to Ms. Smalls, I'll move down one."
You smiled weakly at Cassie and she frowned even deeper as she sat down next to your aunt.
"So Cassie--mmmph," Tara grunted in exaggerated pleasure and bit her lip as you dug your fingers into her back. "You've heard all about--uff--me. Tell me--ooh--all about youooooooo!"
"Do you really think that's appropriate?" Cassie snapped, blushing at your aunt's moan, which was loud enough to cause Maddie and Sophie to stop their game and look over.
"Sorry, dear," Tara said. "Jake just has the magic touch. You know how it is. I'm sure Jake's done this for you a million times--"
"No, he hasn't. I--"
"He hasn't?" Tara asked sounding puzzled. "That's strange. He does this all the time for me. I assumed he would've jumped at the chance to run his fingers over your body."
"He doesn't do it because I've never asked him!" Cassie said, blushing deeper. "I'm sure he would if I did but--"
Tara raised a finger to silence her. "Hold that thought, dear. Jake, the majority of the tension is in my glutes. Can you please get on top of my cheeks and rub them?"
You felt your face burning in shame as you avoided Cassie's gaze and climbed atop your aunt's buttocks. You could feel every mortifying eye on you as you pressed your hands into the doughy flesh of her exposed left butt cheek and kneaded it like pizza dough.
"URMPH!" your aunt grunted in pleasure, curling her toes. "That's the stuff!"
"How can you do this to him?" Cassie asked in shock.
"Cassie," Ms. Smalls warned, looking up from her magazine. "Don't be rude."
"It's alright Kim," Tara said sweetly then, turned back to Cassie and asked in false innocence, "Do what?"
"Take advantage of him! Jake is sweet and kind, how can you force your own nephew to humiliate himself like this?"
"What are you talking about?" Tara asked, as if Cassie was being ridiculous. "I'm not taking advantage of him. Jake is doing everything of his own freewill. If I was forcing him, I'd say, "Hey pipsqueak, there's still tension in my ass! Start massaging me with your whole body or I'll crush you like a bug!" Instead, I'll politely ask. "Jakey, will you please rub my cheeks harder?" And now the choice is his. See?"
Tara looked over her shoulder and smiled at you smugly. On the one hand, Tara's threat may have been "hypothetical" but that didn't mean she wouldn't get revenge on you in some other way. But on the other hand, Cassie was looking at you pleadingly and you wanted with every fiber of your being to tell your aunt no and go hang out with your fiancee and her sisters. This month was about getting to know her family after all. But back on that first hand, just over Cassie's shoulder you saw Ms. Smalls looking at you expectantly from over the top of her magazine. Man of Forgiveness, you reminded yourself. It's what your future mother-in-law expected.
Do you obey Tara's "request" or choose Cassie?
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