CABIN WEEKEND, Part 2 - Trent Takes Control

(This story continues Cabin Weekend, Part 1)

I woke up the next morning to sounds of breakfast being made in the kitchen. I had cried myself to sleep in complete silence the night before, and I was exhausted. "Matt's up" I heard my cousin Nichole say.

"No permanent damage, huh?" said Trent. I jumped when his hand patted my bare backside, and I flushed with embarrassment when I realized I'd been sleeping with my butt hanging out for all to see.

"Why isn't Matt too old to be spanked?" my little cousin Jake asked his dad. "He's got hair like you and Trent." I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

"So will you soon, son. And you definitely will not be too old to spank. What's the rule?" asked my uncle.

"Eighteen" said Jake.

"That's right" said uncle Robert. "But you're a good boy, and I don't need to spank you, do I?"

"Right!" said Jake.

"Come get some breakfast, Matt" said my aunt.

"I want my pants first" I said.

"After breakfast, dear" she said.

"Jake's completely dressed!" I complained.

"Jake has had his breakfast and washed up already." She looked at me disapprovingly. "We're not going to have a repeat of yesterday, are we?"

I got up and walked over to the table, pulling my shirt -- which was the only thing I was wearing -- carefully down over my lower half. I quickly sat at the table and pulled the table cloth down over my lap. My aunt brought me breakfast, and I wolfed it down.

As I was finishing she called my little cousin Jake over to the table. She was holding a tube of sun block, and when he came up to her she pulled his shirt over his head and said, "Let's get some of this on you. I don't want you boys burning out there today" and she began rubbing the sun block into his back.

"Come here, Matt" said Trent. God, I hated him.

"I can do it myself" I said.

"Are you back talking?" he asked, and I could tell he really wanted me to give him trouble so that he could be the one to punish me.

I got up, again pulling my shirt down around me, and stood next to my little cousin. Trent took the tube of sun block from my aunt and then grabbed the edges of my shirt and started pulling it up.

A meek "no" was all I could manage, and I couldn't resist when he commanded, "Matt, lift your arms. Don't worry, you can hold onto your shirt. He slipped the shirt up over my head and I quickly grabbed it and held it in front of me. Again, I was stark naked in front of everyone. Trent grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so that my back was facing him and my aunt, and he squirted some of the cold lotion onto my back.

"Trent!" my uncle called from out front. "I need your help out here."

"Be right there!" he answered. "Honey, take care of this" he said, and handed the tube of sun block to my cousin Nichole. She started to rub the lotion into my back, and I felt totally humiliated standing there next to my little cousin like we were both little boys. Nichole squeezed more into her hand and rubbed some onto my butt and upper thighs, and that's when I started to get an erection.

Oh, God, I thought. No. Not now. Not like this. Her hands were soft and she used both of them to rub the lotion up and down my legs. I was rock hard in seconds, but I had my shirt to hold in front of me. I gasped when her hand reached all the way up to the top of my inner leg and briefly brushed my balls.

"What's taking so long?" asked Jake, pulling on his shirt.

"Matt's got some hair on his legs, and you don't. It takes longer to work it in" Nichole said.

"I can do it" I said.

"Just stand still, Matt" she chided me. Just then, Trent came back in and his eyes narrowed as he saw Nichole rubbing the sun block into my thighs and sides. He walked up to me and his index finger grazed what little stubble I had on my chin.

"You need a shave" he said. "So do I. Let's go in the bathroom. I'll finish him, Nichole." And with that he grabbed my shirt from me and threw it in the basket of dirty clothes my aunt had on the floor. Now I was complete naked and erect. Only Trent could see, since everyone else was behind me, and he smirked.

"Thought so" he said.

"What?" asked Nichole as I ran into the bathroom, trying to cover my bobbing dick with both my hands.

"Nothing" I heard Trent say. I closed the door behind me, but it opened again immediately and Trent walked in. I turned my back to him, still covering myself with my hands. Trent called over his shoulder, "Hey, I'm going to take my shower now so stay out" and he closed the door.

"That'll keep them out" he said, nodding at the broken latch on the door. I was looking at him over my shoulder, and he said, "Turn around, Matt."

I did as he said, again trying hard not to cry. "Put your hands down" he said. I just stood there, and he said, "Now." I complied.

"I can't help it" I started talking quickly in hushed tones. "She was rubbing it into my legs, and I'm not a little kid like Jake." Trent advanced on me, and gently slapped my dick down. It bounced right back up and bobbed. "What's this?" he asked, but he was smiling.

I tried to smile back, but then he grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand, put his foot up on the toilet and bent me over his knee. His right hand rested on my butt.

"Please don't" I begged. He rubbed my butt a little and said, "You get turned on by my girlfriend, kid? She's hot, isn't she?"

"She's my cousin" I said. "Please don't spank me, Trent."

He gently smacked my butt five or six times, which made me even harder (and kind of confused). "No, I guess that wouldn't be fair. You get a boner every morning?" he asked. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to talk about this, especially not with him.

Another smack on my backside, harder this time, made me answer. "Yes."

He ruffled my hair and said, "Stand up."

I did so and faced him, still rock hard and blushing from head to toe. "You can't go out there like that" he said. "Here" and he took my hand and squeezed some lotion into it.

"What?" I asked. Up to this point, I had never masturbated with any kind of lubricant, and I didn't know what he wanted me to do.

"Rub it" he said, grimacing, like I was stupid or something. As I continued to just stand there he took my hand with the lotion on it and, holding my hand, rubbed it up and down my dick. It felt amazing, but I wasn't going to "finish" while Trent watched.

"Get out" I said, nodding at the door.

"If I leave it would look suspicious if I stood guard at the door." He leaned back against the door now, making sure that no one could get in. "Get to it" he said.

"No" I said, not sure how to refuse him without being punished for it.

"Do you want me drag you out there like that" he said, nodding at my erect penis, "and spank you in front of everyone? I'm not going to touch you, Matt. I'm not a perv, all right? I'm trying to help you."

I didn't know what to do. I was thinking of all kinds of boring, non_s_e_x_ual things (like algebra) but it wasn't going down. Trent said, "Lean against the wall" which I did. "Open your legs a little bit more, that's it, now bend your knees a little bit. Just do it slowly back and forth. It won't take long." My eyes were closed as I did what he said. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. I opened my eyes and looked at him pleadingly, but he just said, "Do it."

I exploded into my own hand, my whole body shuttered violently several times and my vision blurred. I banged the back of my head lightly against the wall as I relaxed against it, and Trent smiled and gave me the thumbs up. "Clean up" he said, nodding at the mess in my hand that was now beginning to drip on the floor.

He then pulled his shirt over his head, pulled off his sweat pants and underwear and, naked, leaned into the shower and turned it on (it had been fixed that morning). He was not aroused, which was somehow reassuring to me. "Just wait there" he said, which I did. I cleaned myself up (and the floor) and dumped the tissues I had used in the toilet.

I glanced over at the shower, knowing Trent was nearly done. Grinning wickedly, I flushed the toilet and Trent yelped as he jumped out of the shower, dripping wet. "Got you" I said, grinning widely. It then occurred to me that this guy had full authority to spank me. In fact, if he wanted to he could drag me out to the living room stark naked and whip my ass with a belt, and I don't think anyone would do anything to stop him. What was I thinking?

Instead of being mad, he smiled and pushed me playfully against the wall. "You bastard" he said, but he just grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. Wrapping the towel around himself he grabbed a can of shaving cream off the top of the toilet and said, "Come here." I stepped over to him, and he smeared some foam on my chin, my cheeks, and then used his finger to put some on my upper lip.

"It's cold" I said.

"It's menthol" he replied. "Hurry up and get out of here." He smacked my butt and pointed to a package of razors. I picked one up from the edge of the sink, but he grabbed my arm and said, "No. That's dangerous. Don't ever use someone else's razor. Don't you know that?"

"No" I said. "I have my own bathroom at home, so it's always just mine. I never thought about it."

"It's dangerous" he said. "I'm not sure why, but don't ever, okay?" I looked at him, now wondering if he were such a bad guy after all. He hadn't been the one to spank me last night, my uncle had. Maybe we could be friends. But then I remembered the shower being broken, and I got mad and said, "You broke the shower yesterday on purpose, didn't you?"

He laughed and said, "No, of course not. Is that what you thought yesterday?" I nodded yes, and he put his hands on my sides and positioned me in front of the mirror. "Just finish shaving, all right? I'm not out to get you, Matt, Okay? We both have rules to live by this weekend, right?" He finished drying off, and started putting on his clothes.

"But you like it" I said, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Would you rather be over or under 18 this week?" he asked.

"Over, of course" I said, rinsing my face off.

Trent shrugged. "Of course. Now get out."

"I'm still naked" I said. My anxiety returned full force.

"Here" he said, handing me his towel. "Put this on and go ask Helen for your clothes. You can come back in here and get dressed if you want." I thought that was nice, and I considered giving Trent another chance. I didn't see any way I could win out over him this weekend, and if he could be a nice guy like he was being now, then maybe there was hope.

No one was in the cabin but my uncle, so I quickly put on my clothes. When I was finished uncle Robert said, "Come over here, Matt." I skulked into the kitchen and he put his arm on my shoulder and, smiling, said, "Still mad at me?"

"Yes" I answered honestly. He gently shook me by the back of my neck and said, "All right, that's fair I guess. But around here yesterday is forgotten. Once you take your punishment, that's it. It's never to be brought up again, unless you get punished for the same thing all over again. Jake isn't even going to mention it, and if anyone teases you, you come tell me, got it?"

I just nodded yes, torn between wanting to make up and still being mad. "Who are the grown ups, Matt?" my uncle asked.

I looked at the floor and said, "Everyone but me and Jake, which I still don't think is fair." He patted me on the back and said, "Whether YOU think it's fair or not, the line has to be drawn somewhere, and it's sure as heck not going to be drawn at 15. Now you and Jake stay out of the way today, because Trent and I have a lot of work to do around here."

That, at least, was some consolation: Trent did have to act like an adult ALL the time, not just when he felt like bossing me around. I wondered, though, what would happen if he didn't act like an adult? What would his punishment be?

Jake and I again spent the entire day playing by the river, stopping only briefly for lunch. I was a little embarrassed at first, coming back into the house where everyone had seen me bathe and then later get spanked. True to my uncle's word, no one brought up the previous day and by the end of lunch it was pretty easy even for me to pretend it hadn't happened. I was still a little mad about the whole thing, but I did have a whole week ahead of me and I decided to try to make the best of it.

To be continued in "Cabin Weekend, Part 3 - The Carters Come for a Picnic"