Steve (my Stepfather) had gotten totally hammered that afternoon. He was allowed to do that because we were on vacation. If we'd been home than he wouldn't have been allowed to get plastered like that in the middle of the day. He'd passed out face down in the hammock. It was hotter than hell, and we were all in our bathing suits, Steve included. But Steve was dead to the world.

Anyway, this is what was so funny. Some how or another his balls had gotten loose, and were hanging through the cotton ropes of the hammock. They were just dangling there in the sun. Jen and I ,snickering, came up closer for a better look. I never knew Steve had such stretchy balls. I mean his equipment was really hanging low. His nuts must have hung down like a half a foot. You could really see them too.

Jen was sitting crosslegged across from me. She picked up a pine needle off the ground, and went to poke his saggy package with the pointy end of the pine needle. It was really weird. I mean, it was gross, but I couldn't help but looking. She got this evil grin on her face, and she poked one of his balls with the sharp end of the pine needle.

I couldn't believe it, but his balls tried to get away. I swear to God. They like stirred and tried to climb back up into the hammock. They only did it for a minute then they like dropped back down where they were tired, and quit stirring. I had never seen anything like it. I guess it was just too hot for them to shrink up.

She does it again, this time on the other ball. It was just like before. They tried to scrunch up, but then lost their strength, and went back to hanging there.

Steve was a wierdo. I mean he was a good father to us and all, but he was kind-of a pervert. He was always staring at me when I was dressing, and once I caught him looking at me when I was sleeping. He was always saying the strangest stuff too. One of the weirdest things that he'd talk about was having his balls cut off. He said it would cure him of being a pervert. We all knew was true too, even Mom. He said he wanted to go down to Mexico and get the operation done down there.

While we were sitting there poking his balls with little sharp sticks, (I did it too) a big horse fly came buzzing down. It was one of those big ones. They really bite hard too. Have you ever been bit by one of those things? Anyway it buzzed me, and I waved it away. Then it circled around Steve's balls once or twice, then it landed right on them.

Jen and I couldn't believe it. The fly started biting his balls. His nuts were crawling, I mean the skin was like moving, trying to get away. I thought he'd wake up, we both did. Trying so hard not to laugh, holding our hands against our mouths, we ran around the side of the cabin and shrieked with laughter.

We were peeking around the corner of the cabin watching, but he didn't stir. So we went back and sat under the hammock and watched. The fly was really biting him, and it was like when we poked him with the pine needles, his skin was crawling, but I guess his balls were just to big and heavy. They couldn't get away.

Jen reached out with her hand and brushed the fly away. His saggy balls started to swing when she touched them. The fly was full I guess because it flew away. But where it bit him was a big red spot, and a welt that was swelling. I couldn't believe it when Jen started to touch his balls. I told her we'd get in trouble, but she had this funny look on her face. She even pulled on them. Then she pointed to the cabin again and whispered come-on.

We crept away into the shade of the building. There we laughed alot more, and went over what we had seen.

Then she totally shocked me. She said that we should cut Steve's balls off.

I couldn't believe it, but she was serious. She wanted to cut his balls off. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was like possessed or something. I finally agreed to it, but I'd only watch, I didn't want to get in trouble. I didn't think she'd really do it either.

I don't think she's crazy, I do think that all his talk about going to Mexico for an operation made sense to her. Maybe Steve touched her, I don't know. But she wanted his balls. Maybe it was those times she walked in on him while he was jacking off, or all the porn he was always watching. I mean, yeah, the guy was a perv, but I didn't think he was That bad. But than again I'm two years younger than Jen.

So we go into the shed to look for a tool to cut his nuts off with. She got the grass clippers, a huge knife, and the brush cutters. She was making me laugh gesturing how she'd do it with each tool. She convinced me that he won't even wake up, if that big horse fly could bite him like that. He was just going to wake up around supper and go, oh my gosh, where'd my balls go. I was laughing.

Jen settles for the brush cutter. It was big and sharp. If it could lop off a big piece of wood, thanshe said Steve's saggy old balls wouldn't stand a chance.

So we go sneaking back to Steve in the hammock. I didn't think she'd really do it. I figured she'd just open the blades, and put them up to his nuts, and check it out. You know see what it looked like. And see if she was brave enough to do it.

She finally got me to come alittle closer by making mean faces and waving me over. I was kneeling next to the otherside of the hammock.

So, she opens the blades and puts them up to his balls, so his saggy old balls were right there ready to be cut. Then she turns the thing around the other way. It seemed to fit upside down better. But she still wasn't happy. So she lowers the cutters, and then reaches out and starts like slowly pulling Steves balls lower. She was stretching them out I guess. I could see his dick too.

His balls were kind-of pink colored. They were stretchy and had all these little viens, and hairs.

When she got them stretched out real good she put the blades back into position. She put a hand on each handle, and whispered, "Dare me".

I really secretly wanted her to do it. I whispered back, "Dare you".

It happened really fast. She got a determined look, like it was going to be hard or something, and I could see her getting ready. I thought she'd quit you know, or I wouldn't have dared her.

Then she chopped those handles closed and Steves saggy old balls dropped right off.

I couldn't believe it!

We looked at each other and than up at Steve, he made a moaning noise. She and I both looked at his balls laying there. Than blood started dripping. I turned to run as I saw her scoop up his poor old sac off the ground. We ran back to the shed.

I was so scared. But I had to see.

She handed me Steve's balls. I almost dropped them, I didn't expect them to feel so...squishy and soft. Then I gave them back. It was really wierd. It was like holding a soft bag with a couple of eggs in it.

Do you want to know more?

I didn't get in any trouble, well not very much. Jen got in more trouble than me.

Steve did wake up but not right away. He was sick, and he cried.

Oh, here's something I know you guys would like to know. Mom has another boyfriend now. I found out what she does too, because I listened. She comes home with her cooter all full of her new boyfriend's sperm, and than make's Steve lick her. That kind of is, well, I wish I had a boy I could make do that. She bosses him around too.

Steve still lives with us. He is always working. Mom makes him buy us nice things too. Oh, he's not a perv anymore either.