Darcie Takes Her Medicine: Part 1

Hey, guys! Wetgalfan was originally going to get more chapters up about Taylor, Ashley's sorority sister, but I insisted on butting in! I know I promised to tell you all about what happened at Olivia's sister's bachelorette party, and that's still on the way, but I thought you might like to hear what happened after my little guest appearance in one of Ashley's recent chapters. You see, I sort of got in trouble and part of my retribution is to give you every sordid detail of what happened afterward.

Before I get going, I'd like to say that whatever punishment I have to go through, and believe me; that sly Yankee is pulling out all the stops in order to get under my skin, (I just keep asking, Is that the best you can do?), it's worth it to see Pete coming out of his shell and realizing that our family is crazy when we get together. Jacob didn't mean anything by the things he said. Before Ashley came along to make us a foursome, he was middle child so naturally he was a smart-ass in order to get attention. He just never outgrew it.

I honestly didn't know until recently about Pete's past. I just thought he was sort of uptight like Samantha or Olivia was. Ashley kept insisting that he had a fun side that she got to see a lot of. I'm just glad he's realizing that he can let it out around the rest of us.

One last thing: Pete, I really didn't know you had just bought that suit and it was your only one. Jeez, we would have bought you a new one if you'd said something. I know right in the middle of the wedding wasn't a good time to bring it up though.

Anyway, that should be all of my tangents I might slip off onto on with the story! We were out in the bog tearing down the volleyball net the day after Independence Day. Perhaps I should explain that Mom and Dad's annual Fourth of July barbecue ballooned this year to include most of our neighbors and friends like Beth and Steven and Robert and Olivia. The Carlson's, who actually own the bog, suggested that we set up there instead of digging up the backyard again. Dad was all for that. The day before, on the actual Fourth of July at our little suburban town's parade, Jim told me that Ashley and Pete were going to write about the wedding. I figured that was such a turning point, where he and I both realized that never again should we ever let circumstances get in the way of living every moment, that I should give my two cents worth. I didn't get a chance to talk to Pete there because the end of the parade went by and suddenly in the park behind us, two fire engines began spraying water over the soccer field, inviting everyone to get cooled off from the one hundred degree heat. Three little fish, namely Paula, Carly and Bailey, were pulling on momma and poppa fish wanting to make sure the entire family got totally drenched. Despite me wearing white cotton Capri's and a white cotton tank top, which went completely transparent the instant they contacted the water, the five of us got up an charged right into the spray.

I'm serious! I had a white bra and panties on underneath and I may as well have just taken off my clothes and played in the water in my underwear! Oh well; I saw many women elbowing their staring husbands. Jim didn't care either. I've told you he loves it when the stuff I do tells other men to Eat their hearts out. (As long as he's around, which is why I got into trouble.) Oh, and to the three or four girls I saw running around in wet white t-shirts and no bra, thanks for taking some of the heat off of me.

Anyway, the next day Pete came back over to help us clean up and I asked if I could help on their story.

In my defense, I had NO idea they were going to have a web cam running. I probably shouldn't have pied Ashley's boobs and probably should have excused myself as soon as Pete couldn't help but grab himself and definitely not said what I did about it. I won't make any excuses for the pie fight that broke out between us or our mutual sliming other than I wished Jim had been there to witness it live.

Ashley had told me that Pete liked to tease her by getting her messy while she was trying to write her stories, so I figured when going there that I wasn't going to stay clean. Ashley had gotten pied at least twice that I could remember for something that I was doing with Beth or Debbie for our guys. The wedding itself comes to mind and also Beth's Trash the Dress where she became the fourth Stoogette so I figured it wouldn't hurt to let them mess me up for their little video, (that once again in my defense, I had NO idea was going to a live stream).

I do have one hard and fast rule though; I don't ruin good stuff except for money, i.e. our TTD video business, or my sweet blue-eyed Yankee, (and apparently to get over a bad breakup, which isn't likely to happen soon, or ever again), so I wasn't exactly dressed up. I was wearing a faded Dallas Mavericks t-shirt from the 2006 NBA finals, (which they lost) and a pair of bright blue Capri-length leggings with a pair of Croc's. It was an outfit that I wouldn't have hesitated to walk off the end of the dock wearing if the girls were in the pond and wanted me to swim with them or even hesitate to go for a dip in the mud bog if they wanted me to do that, so if my kid sister and her boyfriend ended up pieing the hell out of me, I could stand there and take it with a great big grin on my face. I also drove the Blazer instead of my car so if I was wet or messy coming home, that wouldn't be a problem either.

So anyway, we've had our little fun and I could tell that things were probably going to get really busy in there. What? Yeah, I know she's my kid sister, but she's also almost nineteen and I'd be kidding myself if I said that most of the time when she's at Pete's apartment she isn't either on her knees, sitting on his face or getting her brains fucked out all while getting her body covered in sweet, slimy or sticky substances. (Remind you of anyone?) Oh Ash, just a word of warning that you're not fooling anyone at home either. When you were away at college was one thing, but now that you're home for the summer and Mom's doing your laundry, she's realizing that a lot of the stuff you're either ruining getting messy or letting him rip off you is missing. She won't say anything to Dad, though, (and neither will I if the price is right LOL).

Where was I? Oh yeah, getting busy. I'd hoped that I might at least be able to jump in the shower and towel off before going home, but instead I had to discreetly slip out. After getting pied by Ashley, our little fight we had immediately after where we hammed it up for the camera, (which I was still thinking was just for them at the time) getting slimed and then standing there and letting Pete give us both a barrage, much the same way Olivia and I sat there taking pie after pie from Jared for the gag reel, I was covered. My hair was slicked down totally with pie, graham cracker crust was ground into my scalp, slime had run down the v neck of my shirt and puddled in my bra, my leggings were covered not only in slime that had run down, but with pie from our little exchange where we pied each other in the crotch and ass several times (She forgot to mention that!) and my face was unrecognizable. Not that I don't like looking like this; I love it, but it was too bad my sweetie, Jim, wasn't going to ever see it, (or so I thought). Oh and Jim, even if it means my penance has to continue longer, I have to confess that I really enjoyed Pete alternating plastering the two of us over and over while we stood there and giggled. Honestly sweetie, I was thinking about you the entire time!

I needed to get rinsed off. Riding around soaking wet wasn't nearly as conspicuous as riding around looking like I'd gone swimming in a vat of whipped cream. (Mmmmm, doesn't that sound like fun though?) Luckily though, I knew right where I could go and not attract a lot of attention. There is a big reservoir northeast of the city near where they used to film Dallas (and I guess they are again) that has a bridal trail that goes all the way around it. There are several staging areas off the road along that trail to park your horse trailer and to stop and rest and water your horses. I pulled the Blazer into one of them and luckily it was deserted in the middle of a hot Texas afternoon. I pulled up next to the horse trough. No, I didn't jump in it, but I found the hose you can use to refill it and gave myself a shower and then hosed the glop out of the Blazer that had come from me. The water from the hose felt so good that I figured I might as well test out the lake water and hiked the short trail down to the water and waded right in.

The water felt perfect, just like our pond at home does by this time of the summer. There was an old man fishing down the bank, but other than a glance in my direction, he didn't pay much attention to me. It's not uncommon for people to take an impromptu dip here and he probably couldn't tell that the pie and slime stains I couldn't rinse out of my clothes weren't just a pattern.

I floated on my back in my t-shirt and leggings for a while, and dunked under a few times before I figured I'd better get home. There was a text on my phone when I got back to the Blazer from Jim that said, Put on something really sexy and nice. We'll go out.

The girls always had an open invitation to stay at Mom and Dad's since we lived across the pond from each other. Mom loved having an excuse to jump in the pond wearing something that plastered to her body and the girls loved being in that water as much as we did when we were kids. (Unlike now? Yeah, right!) I'd left them with her when I went to Pete's place.

It was after four o'clock when I got home. Jim got off at five and had to drive about forty-five minutes to get here so I had just enough time to get cleaned up for real, and put on my sexiest clothes and face. I checked around and the girls' overnight bags were already gone. Mom and Dad had a key so Jim must have called her and she must have already brought them over and got them ready to stay overnight. I peeked out the back door and there was Grandma out on the raft with the girls, all of them wearing what they had on the last time I saw them. I've mentioned before that it didn't take any time at all to turn the girls into country girls who didn't give a second thought to jumping in the pond wearing whatever. During school months when it's still warm enough to swim, we have to catch them and remind them to put on their play clothes before heading outside or whatever they wore to school becomes their swimsuit. Of course, I can't get upset with them for something I was guilty of when I was their age, ohnearly every day! They were all in halter tops and shorts. Mom was wearing cut offs and a white French cut cropped t-shirt, her bra unashamedly displayed through the wet sheer fabric. And she looked hot doing it. She was shocked when someone explained what a MILF was when she saw herself referred to as one the first time, but now she straightens up and gives her chest a little shove forward when she's referred to as that, (like in one of Ash's stories). She's only a year younger than Dad, (who doesn't really look his age either), but more than once has honestly been accused of being my sister when we've been out together. I guess acting like a couple of teenagers keeps you young in reality!

I stuck my head out the back door to wave, being careful not to expose my pie and slime stains, and had to disappoint them when they begged me to come jump in with them.

Now when Jim used the term, nice that was a code word between us that we were going to have a dry and clean evening, as opposed to a wet and messy one. So after a real shower and getting my hair teased out just right, I put on a sexy halter dress that I'd just bought. It looked like a two-piece outfit with a shimmering satin blue halter top that tied behind the neck and a tight black mini-skirt, but it was really all one dress. I put on some tight-woven black fishnets held up by garters and a pair of red lace boy shorts that had a snap together crotch. No place for a bra under a halter top so nothing to worry about there. This was one of my nice outfits that I intended to get several wearings out of before it ever ended up getting trashed. I know I had just bought the dress new that I wore for my Welcome Home session with Jim, but that was a special occasion and I was feeling unusually naughty. Usually if I messed up really nice things they were either something I'd had for a while or they came from Goodwill, The Salvation Army or one of the thrift stores. Like I said, I'd just bought this from Yandy.com.

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This is Texas so Indian jewelry is everywhere. I had a pair of thick turquoise hoop earrings, a matching thick turquoise bracelet and a turquoise statement necklace of cylindrical beads that hung down over my cleavage that were all nearly the same shade as the top of the dress. The look was completed with blue and then blue-green eye shadow, thick black mascara, fire engine red lipstick, black stiletto heels and my little black patent leather purse, just big enough for my wallet, phone, a lipstick and a small comb, and I was the slut every guy wishes he had on his arm.

Jim got home just as I was putting on the finishing touches. It seemed to take him a little longer than usual.

WOW! he shouted. You look FANTASTIC!

Thank you. When my sweet hubby wants me to dress up 'nice', I pull out all the stops, I replied.

That looks brand new, he said.

I just bought it last week just for you to show me off in, I countered.

With a mischievous grin he asked, So I'd at least have to wait a while if I were toohthrow you off the dock or slime or pie you in it?

Yes! I said emphatically. This is brand, spanking new! You'll get to trash me in it but good one day, but at least let me get a little use out of it first!

I was just checking, sweetheart, Jim replied, giving me a kiss. You know you can always trust me.

Now for a second, I had a suspicion that he was up to something, but then again he's always up to something when it comes to throwing me in the pond, hitting me with a barrage of pies our dousing me with slime, (not that there's anything wrong with that), but I let it pass since, as I've stressed repeatedly, I thought Ashley and Pete were videoing our little messy session for their own use.

Jim changed and freshened up and we jumped in the Suburban and Jim took me to our favorite pub for dinner, the kind of place for over-21 crowds only. My outfit achieved the desired effect of getting salivating looks from guys and scowls from their wives and girlfriends. Dinner went smoothly and then Jim asked me, What did you do today?

Oh, nothing much, I replied. I went over to make sure Ashley and Pete got the story right when they wrote about their perspective of our wedding for the WAM Story Archive.

Really? he said. Did they get everything right?

Mostly, I replied, feeling warmer by the second. I couldn't believe Ashley forgot it was our loving big brother Brad who told you to hit me with a cake! Oh, and she called me a 'bitch' for shoving her off the raft after she caught the bouquet.

Well, it was mean, he said with a chuckle.

She was already wet! I said.

Anything else unusual happen? he pressed.

I was starting to sweat. I'd already realized that I let things get carried too far, but how would he know that? I should have come clean right there. What unfolds serves me right for trying to cover things up.

She may have gotten a few details wrong, but it's been a year, I finally replied. Even I told a little white lie in my version saying the entire wedding party jumped right in and tossed their umbrellas when Pete didn't.

You were being considerate of his feelings, Jim replied. I love that about you.

Darcie, you seem a little flushed and sweaty, he said. Are you okay?

I'm fine. It's just a little hot in here, I said. He knows something! I thought to myself. But how could he?

As long as you're all right, he said and changed the subject, but not before shooting me a little smirk.

Jim never mentioned me going over to Pete's apartment again for the rest of dinner. We left the restaurant and he, seemingly out of the blue suggested, Hey! Remember that little motel where I used to stay when I was coming down here from up north so much so I could save a little money, the one where they used to let us stay out in the pool way after it was supposed to be closed?

What about it? It was an inexpensive but pretty clean place off I-35E just north of town. The night manager didn't care what we wore swimming or how long we stayed out there so Jim would take me out, bring me back there and throw me in the swimming pool. We'd swim for as long as we wanted in whatever we'd worn on the date and then go back to his room and hang my wet clothes up to dry. That is when Jim didn't cover the room in plastic and pie the heck out of me or cover me in slime or chocolate. Anyway, since my clothes wouldn't be dry for hours, may as well get my brains fucked out; right? Don't you wish every woman you met was so practical?

Let's get a room there tonight! Jim said.

Sweetie, you told me to wear a 'nice outfit' tonight and I don't have anything else with me to wear in the pool. I don't want to ruin this just yet, and chlorine would.

We don't have to go swimming, he said. I should have known something was up, but I was so relieved that he didn't press the issue earlier at the restaurant that I let it go. I was beginning to feel guilty about pieing my topless sister and the hard on comment. Let's just spend the night and have a little 'motel therapy', Jim suggested.

It was the combination of feeling guilty and the fact that I never can say No to that Yankee that made me see it his way. Okay; I guess so, I relented.

Jim drove us to the motel. He stopped at the office and went in for what seemed like too short a time and came back out. Room 204, he declared. He used to get that one whenever it was available because it was one of their biggest rooms and had a large shower instead of a tub. Well, maybe I could give him a topless show in the shower in my panties, garters and stockings.

It was just starting to get dark. Jim pulled up in front of the room and we went to the door.

Damn! I left my phone in the car, he said. He unlocked the door for me. You go ahead and I'll be right behind you.

I went in and was surprised at how dark it was. The shades had been pulled. I flipped the light switch but the lamps must have been turned off by their own switches because nothing happened. Then I heard voices talking.

I flipped the switch on in the bathroom since it was right next to the door so I could have enough light to see to investigate. The voices were low and as I moved on into the room, there was a light source in there and it was where the voices were coming from. A laptop was sitting on the desk Jim's laptop. I drew closer to it, intending on turning on the desk lamp to see what the heck was going on when to my horror, I heard my own voice: Awe! I'm glad I can help turn on Pete and give him a proper hard!

Busted!

Jim had slipped quietly through the door and began making the slow clap at my performance on the web cam video which was running in a continuous loop on his laptop. I broke out sweating again.

Quite a performance, sweetie, he said. He didn't sound mad, but he didn't sound like he was crazy about it either. I had one slight hope If he went to this much trouble to bust me, he hadn't lost his sense of humor.

How did you get a copy of this? I asked, although it was occurring to me that the video camera was apparently NOT just for their benefit.

The same way Beth and Steven and Robert and Debbie got one: Pete and Ashley's blog, He replied. Tapping away on his cell phone, he said, Here, let me show you.

My phone chirped and I saw the text message he forwarded me from Beth, Jim, check out the web cam that Ashley is running on her blog!!!!!!!!

Jim, I started to plead, you have to know that I didn't realize this was being live-streamed! I thought

Shhh! he said. This is my favorite part!

I turned to the screen and saw myself, covered in pie, take on an expression of mock horror just before Ashley, holding the edge of the plate, slapped another pie in my face roundhouse style. I blinked my eyes open, put my fists on my hips, jerked my head a little and said, Well! From off camera, Pete tossed a runny chocolate syrup pie that exploded in my face in a brown and white circle. The syrup rolled right down the v-neck of my Mavericks t-shirt and I remember shuddering a little when it puddled in my bra. I shuddered a little then too at the memory. Ashley faced me laughing and pointing and then turned to the camera still laughing right into a thrown runny chocolate syrup pie of her own thanks to Pete which promptly turned her laughing into pouts. With her lower lip stuck out, she began to absently rub the sticky chocolate syrup all over her bare tits. She was as big a pie slut as I was. Too bad she doesn't know what to keep private!

Pete stepped into frame with his back to the camera holding two chocolate creams which he used to engulf Ash's head in a pie sandwich. I giggled until he stepped up with two more and with my face frozen in a wide-eyed, open mouthed gasp of terror, Pete slammed both of them into the sides of my head. With our heads both completely obscured, we blindly faced each other and shook our heads in disgust.

You thought they were just taping it for themselves, he said as Ashley and I continued to deliver pies to each other's face, tits, crotch and ass and occasionally get another one from off camera from Pete.

Yes! Yes! That's right! I exclaimed. On the screen, Ashley and I faced off and pied each other simultaneously and then broke up laughing before picking up two buckets of green slime and saying in unison, I don't know why you're laughing, We slowly slimed each other and eventually dropped the buckets over the other's head and left them there. It was all I could do to keep from moaning at the memory of that big five gallons of slime rolling down over my body, running down into my shirt, filling and then overflowing the cups of my bra, completely and I mean completely saturating my leggings and the panties underneath and even how it felt squishing between my toes when it puddled inside my Crocs. There wasn't an inch of me anywhere that wasn't covered in sweet green slime, the original Nickelodeon recipe with just the right amount of oatmeal mixed in for that awesome feeling of chucks of it stuck in your hair!

That's the only reason I'm not mad about it, sweetheart, he said. That and you slip out just before Ashley takes off her shorts and shows off her thong and then drops to her knees in front of Pete just before they turn off the camera, thank God! I hope you're mom never finds that blog!

That makes two of us, I said. On the screen, Ashley and I pulled the buckets off and dropped them. We giggled at each other and put our arms over each other's shoulders to stand side-by-side. We both stuck our tongues out at Pete and then gleefully stood there, giggling, squealing and blowing kisses, (at least Ashley did) while Pete alternated plastering us with every sort of pie from plain white, to colored Kool Whip, to chocolate and banana cream and finally my favorite, blackberry cream. Jim snickered as first a pie would explode in my face, then Ashley's and then mine again while we stood there and took them like pros. I'm not sure which he thought was funnier, that or my current squirming.

Look. I was there, I said. Can we shut this off before we get to that part you mentioned? I've seen all of my kid sister's skin I want to see for today.

My pleasure, Jim said and closed the web browser.

You went to an awful lot of trouble to bust me when you could have just confronted me at home, I said. You must have a motive.

I do, he replied. It only seems fair that you would owe me for that little episode.

I put up a finger to protest, but brought it back down. He was right. Whether or not I knew that was going up on their blog, I got carried away and stepped over that thin line. I suddenly remembered Jim telling me about a DJ in his hometown who had the nickname Dog and used to have people call in who were in the dog house so he could help get them out of it on the air. Boy, I could sure use him now. What's it going to cost? I asked.

Oh, just some simple humiliation, he replied. He stepped into the bathroom and brought out our big cooler, the one we put pies in if we were going to play with them outside. He motioned for me to follow him outside where he put it in the back of the Suburban, then went back in and got two more that looked like Beth's and Debbie's. Then he got out his phone and called someone. Hey! We're leaving the room for phase one. You can come by and get it set up for phase two.

Who was that? I asked.

Just my accomplices, he replied. I needed help and there are others who think you deserve a little punishment for this and were happy to help.

Jim then reached into his pocket saying, Oh, and you'll want to put whatever's in your purse in this, and handed me a waterproof swimmer's valuables pouch.

I looked down at my smokin' hot dress, one of the few things I owned that I wanted to keep looking nice for a while and said, I'm never going to get to wear this dress again after tonight; am I?

I doubt it, Jim replied and opened my car door like a gentleman.

Hey guys! I know the only really messy parts were me rehashing what happened at Pete's but this is going to get way too long if I don't break it up. At least you got to read about me soaking that white outfit and showing off my underwear to half the town on the Fourth of July and my mom's choice of swimwear! Part 2 and me getting what I deserve, (I'm starting to sound like those domestic discipline ladies) is on the way.