Aunt

Nate's aunt looked startled at his appearance. She was hesitant to acknowledge to everyone around them that she was associated with him, but she had no other choice. Besides, she obviously had questions she wanted to ask him. He ran up to her and gave her a great big naked hug.

"Hey Auntie Sally."

"Oh! Hello Nate. My how you have grown. I haven't seen you since you were this tall. So... you are naked!"

"Yes. Don't you remember?"

She made a face. "No..."

"I am your pet nephew for the next few weeks."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot. I suppose pets don't wear clothes, do they? I am surprised they let you on the plane like that."

"I hope you didn't forget a leash." he said.

"No, of course I didn't." She tried to think quickly. "It's, um... in the car."

"Okay."

They walked out of the airport, Sally and her new nude pet. He thought she was taking nicely to this adjustment. She was trying to improvise. She couldn't believe she forgot that he was to be their pet. How had that slipped her mind? It was as if it had never come up until he mentioned it just now. But it was definitely true, she remembered that.

They walked outside to the car. It was a pickup truck. She climbed in the back and opened a latched box. Inside was a rope.

"Here it is." she said. "And just put your bag down thereby your feet where you'll be sitting."

"Great. Thanks."

"And then I guess you'll put this on." She handed him the rope.

He took it and, rather than wrap it around his neck, started wrapping it around his balls. He considered putting it around his cock too, but decided the should be free. When she pulled, it would be pulling on his testicles.

She handed the rest of the rope to him so that he could sit in the passenger seat while she got in to drive. The entire drive he caught her glancing over at him. Eventually they arrived at the farm where his relatives lived, and where he would be staying.

They stepped out and he relinquished control over his leash to his new owner as she led him inside.

"I'm home!" said his aunt.

"Welcome back!" came from the kitchen. When he entered he saw his uncle doing the dishes. He was a large, muscular man, well over six feet tall. He looked just over one of his broad shoulders a he spoke, clearly not getting a good look. He was wearing a plaid button up shirt rolled up at the sleeves.

"The girls are upstairs. You'll have to get them. I tried to..." he turned around. "What the hell?"

"You remember Nate don't you?" said his wife.

"I... uh..."

"Didn't I mention he was here to be our pet?"

He looked at her puzzled, then over at Nate. He blinked a few times and shook his head clear. When he looked back up he seemed much more chipper.

"You know what? Now you mention it, I do remember you saying something like that. Sorry for not paying enough attention." He walked over and stuck his hand out towards Nate. "Put 'er there lad."

Nate just stared at the hand outstretched before him.

"Um, honey." said his aunt, nodding her head slightly.

"Oh right, sorry." He retracted his hand and placed it on top of Nate's head and petted him, ruffling his hair.

"What the hell?"

They all turned their heads to the other side of the kitchen towards the direction of Nate's cousin, Melissa. He assumed she took much inspiration from her father for her personality.

Aunt Sally sent Melissa up to get her sister. Nate could read the conversation downstairs. His younger (but still of age) cousin didn't want to come downstairs, but her sister told her the she had to see this. After Melissa returned with a shocked Annabelle, Aunt Sally explained to them the circumstances, and they too claimed to remember it being mentioned before, but that it didn't really occur to them until this moment either.