Auntie’s Rules

When I was in college my younger brother Greg and I were at my rich cousins house and we were all drinking. Greg was 18 at the time and a bit of a smart ass. At about 1am, Greg ends up throwing up just before he can make it to the toilet and we all crowd around him, me and my two cousins that are both in their young 20’s.

Greg was on his hands and knees, continuing to vomit into the toilet, next to a puddle of his own puke.

Just then my Aunt Lucy must have heard the commotion. She was a bit stuck up and entitled, having married very rich. She was a shorter woman in her mid 50’s with blond hair and a large butt. Also a mild alcoholic.

She comes walking down from her room and approaches the bathroom where Greg is. You could tell she’d been woken up out of sleep and is not happy about it. Me and her two sons get out of her way and she walks in between us to see Greg on the floor. She was barefoot and was wearing tight silk pajamas. Every step she took her plump butt jiggled aggressively. All three of us standing behind her got immediate chubbed up even though they’d never admit it in a million years.

“Damnit Greg! If you want to drink at my house I don’t care, but when you make a mess, you better clean it up! I don’t care if you feel sick!”

Greg snapped back “shut up you rich bitch! You’ve never worked a day in your life and literally have maids who clean up for you! No chance I’m wiping your floor!”

“You better.” She responds

“I said shut up you rich ass bi-“

He freezes as she calmly extended her foot and planted her toes right on his balls while his head was in the toilet.

My cousins and I looked at eachother and sympathetically winced in pain as we could see his nuts were compressed between her pedicured toes and the cold tile floor in the bathroom.

“Are you done?” She says with her arms crossed, looking down at him while he grits his teeth and tries to pry her foot off his balls.

“It’s not going anywhere Greg… are you done talking back to me?”

My brother was a bit of a punk and very prideful but you could tell he knew he’d lost this round. Not to mention, her ass in those pajamas was a sight to behold while most of her weight was on her back foot, not on his nuts.

“…y-yes!” He said reluctantly.

“Good, when I get up in the morning, this floor is to be spotless, do I make myself clear?” And she then twisted her toes in for emphasis.

“Yes…” Greg said.

“And if it’s not… *twist* there will be consequences, okay my nephew? *twist*”

“Yes Aunt Lucy!” My brother replied, she’d completely broken his rebellious spirit.

With that, she retracted her foot and turned around. She looked at the three of us standing and said “anyone else want to test me?”. No one responded and she smirked, then walked back past us and headed up stairs. Her ass bounced every step, that just added salt to my brother’s wound of humiliation.

I don’t think he said another word the rest of the night. He just cradled his sore nuts and cleaned up his vomit. He was absolutely humiliated.