Danny awoke with a throbbing erection. Pulling back the sheets, he was astonished to find it had grown during the night – instead of his normal five inches, he was now sporting… He fetched a ruler. Eleven inches! Wow!
He threw his green-stained pajamas into the corner, then he put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and went through to his sister’s room. “Morning, sleepy-head,” he said.
Laura sat up, blinking. “Morning,” she said.
Danny’s eyes were drawn to the way his sister’s breasts filled out the chest of her nightie. “Laura,” he said, “I’ve been thinking.”
“What about?” she said guardedly.
“I’ve been … really mean to you, haven’t I?” he said slowly.
“Horrible,” she agreed, and all the cruel and spiteful things he had said to her welled up in her memory. It was wrong to hate … but why did he make it so hard to like him?
“I’m going to turn over a new leaf,” said Danny. “I want to try to make amends for all the hurtful things I’ve said to you … and done to you.”
She stared at him in surprise. Then her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Is this a trick?” she said.
“No! I swear to God!” he exclaimed. He took her hand in his. “Laura, I’ve been an awful brother, but all that is going to change. I want you to know that … that I love you.” He dropped his eyes in embarrassment. “That’s hard for me to say, but it’s true, and I need to say it. For you, and for me.”
“Danny, you’re acting really weird,” said Laura in confusion. “What’s going on?”
Danny sighed. “I know this is all very sudden and strange. It is for me too. But last night I had a bit of an epiphany. For all my life I’ve thought of you as my irritating little sister – a little girl who’s always showing me up and telling Mom and Dad whenever I do anything wrong. But last night…” He paused.
Laura was curious. “Go on. What happened last night?”
“Last night I walked by your room. You were lying on your bed, reading … and suddenly I didn’t see you as a little girl any more. You were a woman – my beautiful sister – and I just felt this rush of pride that I was your brother.” He sighed. “Is that crazy?”
Laura shook her head. “No,” she said, squeezing his hand. “It’s not crazy … except for the part about me being beautiful.” She smiled wryly.
“But you are beautiful,” he said earnestly, looking deep into her eyes. “I never thought so before, but I realize it now. Your eyes – so warm and kind – they’re such a wonderful deep brown, serene and pure … and your face – it’s becoming so pretty. When you smile, it’s like the sun coming out on a cloudy day. Everything just lights up.”
Laura was blushing to the roots of her hair. “I don’t know what to say,” she said. “This is very strange. But thank you for the compliments.” On an impulse she hugged him. “I don’t suppose this ‘new you’ will last long, but it’s very nice that you’ve come to tell me all this. Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank me,” said Danny. “It is I who should thank you. I can’t understand why I’ve never thought so before, but just looking at you is a real treat for the eyes.”
Laura lowered her eyes. “I’m fat,” she said. “You can’t deny that.”
“You’re not fat,” Danny chided her gently. “You have a bit of puppy-fat, but you’ll lose that soon enough, and when you do, you’ll be the same sort of shape as Erin. And you don’t think she’s fat, right?”
“Well, no,” said Laura. “Not compared to me, anyway.”
Danny took her into his arms. “Laura, right now I think you’re the most beautiful girl I know. It’s more than just your physical charms, which are amazing enough in their own right. But you radiate an inner beauty that makes you seem, at times, like a goddess.” He gently lowered her back down on to the bed.
“That’s very sweet of you,” said Laura, “but what are you doing?”
“Laura,” said Danny, drawing back a little so that he could look into her eyes. “I would like to kiss you. It’s all right for a brother to kiss his sister, isn’t it? Just a kiss … on the lips.”
“I don’t think that would be a very good idea,” said Laura nervously.
“Why not?” asked Danny in surprise.
“Well … you’re my brother – it would be weird.”
“What’s weird about a brother kissing his sister? I love you, Laura – as a brother should love his sister. I just feel that, after such a long time of being a truly awful brother, I should express that love in a physical and symbolic way.”
“Well … okay – just one kiss,” said Laura.
Danny pressed his lips against hers, and held them there for more than ten seconds before pulling away. As he did so, he pressed his lips around her lower lip, tugging at it slightly as he drew back. Laura stared up at him with wide eyes.
“Thank you,” said Danny. “You’re a wonderful woman, Laura. I hope that didn’t feel weird for you.”
Laura loved that he was calling her a woman. Too many people still thought of her as a girl. She sat up and smiled at Danny. “It was a little weird,” she said. “But it was okay.”
Danny thought for a moment. “You know what I’d like to do?” he said.
“What?” asked Laura.
“I’d like to take a photo of you,” said Danny. “I take photos all the time, but it’s never occurred to me before to do a nice portrait of my gorgeous sister.”
Laura blushed. “Well you’re not taking a picture of me like this! I haven’t got any make-up on and my hair’s a mess!”
“You look natural,” he said. “Your beauty doesn’t come from make-up – it’s the real you I want to see. Wait here while I get my camera.”
He left the room, and Laura threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. Hurrying to her bedside table, she picked up her hairbrush and dragged it through her hair a few times until it looked a little more attractive. Then she heard Danny coming back, and she hopped into bed and pulled the covers back over her legs.
Danny smiled at her. “You brushed your hair!” he said accusingly. She looked guilty, but he laughed. “It looks wonderful.”
She smiled again. “How do you want me?”
“Like that is perfect,” he said. He raised his camera and pressed the button. The flash went off, twice – and by the second flash Laura’s smile had slipped.
“Oh!” she said. “I didn’t realize it was going to flash twice.”
“It’s to eliminate red-eye,” Danny explained. “Not to worry – let’s try another.” This time he captured a very attractive smile from Laura, and he told her so. “Now let’s get you out from under those covers, shall we? It would be nice to see the whole of you.”
“You said ‘a photo’,” said Laura reprovingly. “Just how many are you intending to take?”
Danny lowered the camera. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I just wanted to take a few so that I could be sure of getting at least one really excellent shot out of it.”
“Well okay,” she said. She pulled back the covers and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “Like this?”
Danny took another picture. “Not bad,” he said. “Could be better. How about if you pull your nightie up above your knees? Show a bit of leg.”
Laura looked uncomfortable. “Danny, that’s inappropriate. Besides, my legs are fat.”
Danny put the camera down, then he came and knelt down in front of her. Taking her hands in his, he looked up seriously into her eyes. “Laura,” he said, “I don’t want to hear that f-word again in connection with your legs – or any part of you for that matter. You’re not fat – you’re curvaceous. Wonderfully, beautifully curvaceous. Mrs. Fields – now she’s fat. You’re not. Is that clear?”
Laura nodded, and smiled half-heartedly.
“You’re not convincing me,” said Danny, and he reached up to stroke her cheek affectionately. “I want to hear you say ‘I’m beautiful!’ Because you are, and you should be proud of it. Go on – say it. Please?”
“I’m beautiful,” mumbled Laura.
“Say it like you mean it, my darling sister,” pressed Danny. “You are beautiful. Now say it!”
“I’m beautiful!” said Laura, smiling at her brother.
“You’re beautiful, and you love your body!”
“I’m beautiful, and I love my body!” laughed Laura.
“You’re beautiful, and you have lovely legs!”
“I’m beautiful, and I have lovely legs!” giggled Laura. Then she gasped as Danny lifted up the hem of her nightie, and deposited it halfway up her lap.
“See?” said Danny. “You really, really do. These are beautiful legs, my darling Laura. Look at them, and say so.”
“Danny,” said Laura uncomfortably.
From his position, kneeling in front of her, Danny could see up Laura’s nightie to the little white triangle of her panties. “Say it,” he said firmly. “Look at your legs, and see their beauty. They’re so soft, and smooth…” He began to stroke her thigh. “Your skin is flawless, perfect,” he said. “Your legs taper so elegantly – all right, you may have a few pounds to spare, but boy! you carry them well.”
“They look fat to me,” mumbled Laura.
“You’re too used to them,” said Danny. “You need to see them as others see them. Let me photograph them, and I’ll show you what I mean. Please? I know it will help your self-esteem.”
Laura nodded wordlessly, and Danny returned to his camera. “Okay!” he said. “Now don’t look so morose – remember, you’re beautiful! And you have lovely legs, as I am going to prove to you. So smile!”
Laura smiled, and Danny took a photo. “Now stand up,” he said. “Raise your nightie as high as it will go without showing your underwear.”
“Danny…” said Laura.
“I need to get a picture of the whole of your legs,” said Danny. “Don’t be shy – I’m just your brother!”
Laura got to her feet, and hesitantly pulled her nightie up, higher and higher, until she was sure she was about to reveal her panties to Danny. But Danny gestured for her to continue raising it, so she lifted it up another inch or so. Still he gestured for her to carry on.
“Are you sure you can’t see my panties yet?” she asked anxiously.
“I’m positive,” he said. “Oops, there they are – down just a little. No – too far. Up a bit. Okay! That’s perfect.” He snapped another photo, thus capturing the bottom inch of Laura’s panty-clad crotch. “You are a very beautiful and sexy woman, Laura,” he said.
“Don’t say that,” said Laura, dropping her nightie. “You’re not supposed to find me sexy.”
“Laura,” said Danny, “I’m your brother, but I’m not blind. I know what’s sexy in a woman, and you’ve got it in spades.”
Laura blushed. “I don’t think I do,” she said.
“You won’t take my word for it? Okay, I’ll prove it to you,” said Danny. “Lie down on the bed, on your side, facing me.”
“I don’t want you taking sexy pictures of me,” Laura warned him.
“This is just so I can show you what you can be, if you let yourself,” said Danny. “Don’t worry – we won’t keep these pictures. You and I will go through them together on the computer, and then you can watch me delete them. I’m not asking you to trust me – you can make sure of it yourself.”
Laura hesitated, then nodded. She straightened the bedclothes and then lay down on top of them, lying on her side as Danny had directed. He came over and pulled her nightie up to her hip. “Let me just arrange this,” he said. “Now bend your legs at the knee, so they’re pointing slightly away from the camera. Yes, that’s good! Now shift your left knee forward a little – perfect!” For good measure, he lifted the nightie a little higher.
“Aren’t you uncovering my panties like that?” asked Laura.
“Just a little,” said Danny, backing up to position himself for the shot. “Trust me – I know what’s sexy, and that pose is just brilliant.” He took the picture, then came forward again. “Okay,” he said, “now for your best assets. Why don’t you undo a couple of your buttons there?”
Laura’s hand instinctively clutched at her neckline. “Haven’t you taken enough pictures now?”
“I’m trying to make a point here,” said Danny. “But I can’t prove that you can look sexy if you won’t let me. Don’t worry – I’m not going to ask you to show your breasts – but there’s no harm in showing a little cleavage is there? I mean, you’ve done that before while fully dressed!”
Laura’s cheeks reddened. One of her favourite dresses had a rather low neckline, and with her chest a neckline did not need to be very low in order to show her cleavage. “All right,” she said, and she unfastened two of her buttons. The right-hand side of her nightie fell away, exposing quite a large area of her breast.
“Beautiful!” said Danny. “Quite beautiful!” He took another picture. “Now sit on the edge of the bed, facing me, and leaning forward slightly. She complied, and started to lower the hem of her nightie. “No no no!” said Danny. “Lift your nightie all the way up to your panties, and then move your knees apart.”
“I’ll look like a slut!” said Laura plaintively.
“No you won’t,” said Danny firmly. “You’ll look wonderfully sexy, but Laura – you have way too much class to ever look like a slut. You could wear the shortest miniskirt in town, and you’d still look like a princess.”
Laura smiled. “Really?”
“Absolutely,” said Danny. “When you walk, you ooze grace and charm – your poise and elegance are matchless.”
“Well, I’d never wear a miniskirt,” said Laura, “but that’s kind of cool to hear. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” said Danny with a smile. “Now spread your legs a little wider … just a little wider still. Great!” He took a photo of Laura’s panties, which he could not help noticing looked just slightly damp. “Now perhaps you could undo another couple of buttons, so that you can slip your nightie off your shoulders.”
“Just how much are you going to require me to undress?” asked Laura as she undid another two buttons.
“I’m not going to ask you to show anything you’re not comfortable with,” Danny assured her. “After all, you show more than this at the swimming pool!”
“I hate going to the swimming pool,” Laura reminded him, “for precisely this reason. I don’t like showing my body.”
“Have I not yet convinced you that you have a lovely body?” asked Danny sadly. “I really thought I might.”
“Well I haven’t seen the pictures yet!” said Laura. “But, yes, you’ve helped me feel a little better about myself, I guess.” She slipped the nightie off her shoulders.
“What lovely shoulders! You should show them off more often!” Danny took another picture, then he came over. “Let’s lower this thing a bit,” he said, and he started tugging Laura’s nightie down her arms. “Mmm, yes, that’s nice.”
“Not too far, Danny,” Laura pleaded, as more and more of her bosom was exposed. She made no move to stop him, but she was feeling very uncomfortable.
“There!” said Danny, satisfied. Much further, and he would start to expose her areolas. “Wow! You have … the most gorgeous chest!”
“Thank you,” said Laura, blushing.
Danny quickly pulled back and took another picture. “You are truly beyond compare, Laura,” he said. “These photos are going to be awesome!”
“Does that mean we’re done?” asked Laura hopefully.
“Not quite,” said Danny. “Let’s get you lying down again – this time on your back. I’ll stand over you and take a picture looking down at you.”
“Okay,” said Laura. She carefully (so as not to accidentally expose her breasts) manoeuvred herself on to her back, while Danny climbed on to the bed and stood at her feet. Then he crouched down, spread her feet about eighteen inches apart, and then lifted her knees up and eased them apart still further. This gave him an excellent view of her damp gusset.
“Now,” he said. “Why don’t you undo a few more of those buttons?”
“All right,” she said. “Just don’t ask me to expose my nipples, because I won’t do it.”
“Of course not!” said Danny, looking shocked. “That wouldn’t be very nice of me, now would it? Also it wouldn’t be necessary – I can tell you have beautiful breasts without needing to see your nipples.”
“Okay then,” said Laura, as she undid more buttons. Danny bent down and worked up from the bottom, undoing button after button until he met Laura in the middle. The last button was undone, and Danny pulled the two halves of Laura’s nightie to either side of her hips, completely exposing her full-cut white panties.
“I’m feeling very naked,” said Laura in a small voice.
Danny bent down and kissed her knee. “My darling Laura,” he said. “You say that like you think being naked is something weak, something to be despised. Do you feel that way in the shower?”
“Well no,” she said, “because there’s only me there.”
“But aside from you,” said Danny, “there’s only me here. And I have told you, and I will keep telling you, that I think you’re amazingly beautiful. There’s no need to be ashamed – if you feel embarrassed, it must be because you’re ashamed to be thought beautiful and sexy. Do you think that’s shameful?”
“Well no…” Laura was feeling unsure of herself. “I’m just … I don’t know. I feel kind of like my brother is trying to get me naked, and that’s just … wrong.”
“Then let me reassure you,” said Danny. “I’m not some horny boyfriend who wants to see you naked and have sex with you. I’m your brother, someone who loves you and wants you to be happy. Happy with yourself. If that means showing you that you’re a beautiful, sexy woman who deserves admiration and adoration, then I’m overjoyed to be able to do that.” He took another photo, and smiled at her. “Could you slip out of that nightie now? You can cover your breasts with your hands – you won’t show anything you’re not already showing.” He turned his back on her. “Don’t worry – I won’t look while you get into position.”
Laura gulped, but she pulled her arms out of her nightie, and then pulled her nightie out from beneath her. She dropped it on the floor beside her bed, then lay back down and put her hands over her nipples. “Okay,” she said.
Danny turned back. “Wow!” he said, and immediately took a picture. “You look amazing! Could you move your knees apart a bit more please? And a bit more – there. That’s great.” Another picture. “Now perhaps you could cover your nipples with just two fingers on each hand, and curl up the other fingers out of the way?” She complied, carefully, but not quite carefully enough – with his next photo he managed to capture the edge of her right areola.
“Now,” he said, jumping off the bed. “Why don’t you turn over so you’re lying on your front?”
Laura happily did so, since this meant that her nipples would be buried in the bedclothes and in no danger of exposure to the camera. But as Danny took another picture, she said, “Oh heck – what if Mom or Dad walks in?”
“Mom’s out shopping,” said Danny. “And Dad’s immersed in his computer work. Don’t worry about them.” He started suddenly at the sight of a cockroach running across the floor. Where had that come from? Recovering himself, he said, “Raise yourself up on to your elbows, with your elbows well forward so I can see the side of your breast.”
Laura obliged – her breasts were large enough that her nipples were pressed into the bedclothes even in this position. Danny’s next request, however, shocked her.
“Would you allow me to pull down your panties?” he said. “I’d like to take an artful nude sort of picture – just from the side so I won’t be showing the crack of your butt.”
“No!” said Laura. “Turn your back and I’ll take them off.”
Danny smiled and nodded, then turned his back. A moment later, when Laura gave him the all clear, he turned back and sighed at the sight of his sister, now fully nude, lying on her front on the bed. He took another two pictures. “Now that you’re naked,” he said, “I can finally say that without doubt, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
Laura blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it’s nice to be told I’m beautiful.”
“I’m just telling the truth,” said Danny simply. “Okay, now I’d like you to turn to face me, bringing your left leg up so that when you are lying on your side, your thigh is covering your pussy. Let your left arm cover your breasts.”
Laura bit her lip nervously, then she began to move. “Turn around,” she said. “I’ll tell you when I’m in position.”
Danny turned around, and waited. When he turned back, he smiled at her warmly. “Beautiful, just beautiful,” he said, taking another photo. “Now why don’t you lie on your back, with one hand over your pussy and the other arm covering your breasts?”
“Turn around again,” said Laura. Then, after a moment’s shuffling about, she said, “Okay.”
When Danny turned back, he climbed up on to the bed and looked down at her with a fond smile. She smiled back, and he took another picture. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Very exposed,” she said. “And nervous. And kind of … excited.” She blushed again at this admission. “Oh dear,” she said, “is this very wrong?”
“It’s not wrong at all,” said Danny. “You’ve done nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ll see – when you get to look at these photos, you’ll be thinking to yourself, ‘who is this beautiful and sexy woman with my face?’”
Laura smiled. “Is that it then?”
“Almost,” said Danny. “Perhaps you could spread your legs apart, while still keeping your hand over your pussy. Ohh, yes, that’s wonderful. Even now, you see, you’re still quite decent. You’re not showing anything private.”
Laura nodded. Then she said, “This must be the last pose, surely – I can’t get any sexier without showing my nipples or … or something.”
“Or something?” Danny chuckled. “Do you mean your pussy? Then say it – you’re a woman now and you can use woman’s words. It’s not a dirty word – it’s just a standard term for a part of your anatomy.”
“Okay,” said Laura, her cheeks crimson by this point. “My … pussy.”
Danny put the camera down, and he knelt on the bed between Laura’s legs. Then he leaned forward and placed his hands either side of her chest. Looking down into her eyes, he said, “You’re right – that’s the end of the photo session. Have you any idea how proud I am of you right now?”
Laura shook her head nervously.
“I’m so proud of you, I want to kiss you again,” said Danny. “May I?”
Laura nodded, and he lowered himself down so that he was lying on top of her. Then he pressed his lips to hers, and as he nuzzled her lower lip, he freed his huge erection from his sweatpants. He broke free of the kiss and put his arms around his naked sister. She, for her part, now that he could not see her private parts, removed her arms from their concealing positions, and wrapped them around Danny.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
“Laura, I want to make love to you,” whispered Danny.
She gasped. “Danny!” she said. “You’re my brother!”
“I know,” he said with a heavy sigh. “I know, it’s wrong, I know. But having seen you naked like this, and knowing you for the wonderful person you are, I just know that there’s no other woman that I want. You’re my idea of perfection, my darling sweet Laura, and I want you … so badly. I love you so much … in a brotherly way, of course, but also as a man loves a woman. Intellectually, I know it’s wrong … but in my heart it just feels so right!” The tip of his erection brushed against Laura’s pussy lips, and then came to rest at the opening of her tight virginal vagina.
“Danny,” whispered Laura, “don’t do it … please. This is wrong … on so many levels! You’re my brother … and I’m not on the pill or anything … and I want to stay a virgin until I’m married!”
“Then marry me,” said Danny softly. “We’ll go away – somewhere where they won’t know we’re brother and sister … and we’ll get married in secret, and love each other with all our hearts … and be happy…”
“Danny!” whimpered Laura desperately, as she felt his erection begin to push its way inside her. “Be gentle with me.”
And he was.
On the other side of town, Sam awoke to find she had pooped in the night again. This time, since she was lying on her front, it formed a massive pile on her bottom and on the backs of her upper thighs. She felt queasy. “I think…” she began, turning towards Erin, and then she threw up suddenly, pouring warm vomit all over her lover’s face and chest.
Erin woke up, coughing and spluttering. “Ugh!” she exclaimed.
“I’m so sorry!” said Sam. “I just threw up – I didn’t have any warning.”
Erin wiped her face. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It happened to me too, remember? Just next time, try to aim a little lower. You know I don’t mind you throwing up on me – but it’s a bit of a rude awakening to get a face full!”
“I know – I’m sorry,” said Sam, and then she threw up again, this time on to Erin’s belly. She continued spewing for nearly half a minute, until Erin’s entire torso was awash and the stuff was building up on both sides of her and pouring over her pussy to settle between her legs..
“That’s better!” said Erin, pleased. She started smearing the stuff around. “You know – I don’t think I had a single bad dream last night.”
“Neither did I,” said Sam. Then she pointed at the far wall. “Look!”
Erin sat up, vomit sliding from her breasts, and looked. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed.
The crack had sealed itself. A deep pinkish-purple membrane had grown over the gap, and although it quivered slightly from time to time, there was quite obviously not currently any means of passage through the wall into, or out of, Hell.
“Maybe its only purpose was to let that demon through,” suggested Erin.
Sam frowned uneasily. “I wonder just what he’s planning to do,” she said. “If I’m supposed to be the vector for this plague thing, what’s he going to do with any women he sleeps with? Impregnate them with something, I’m sure, but what?”
Erin shrugged. “Babies? Evil, antichrist sort of babies? Who knows?”
“Possibly,” said Sam. Then she looked down at her own belly. “Oh God,” she muttered. She now looked several months pregnant – four or five perhaps. “I wonder what’s in here,” she sighed.
“We could find out,” suggested Erin gently. “Go to the hospital?”
Sam shook her head. “They’d never let me leave.”
“Surely they couldn’t keep you!”
“Don’t you believe it – if it was important enough to them, they’d find a way.” She grimaced. “I need to poop again. My movements are becoming more frequent. It’s every five hours now, I think.”
“And they’re getting larger all the time,” said Erin. “Where will it end, do you think?”
Sam sighed. “I don’t know. But eventually we’ll have to clean this apartment up, I guess.”
“I like it this way,” said Erin. “I love lying in your poo and having it all over me.”
“Then you’re going to love this,” said Sam with a grin, and she turned away from Erin, positioning her bottom over her lover’s chest. As a long column of soft poo rushed out of her anus, Erin sighed happily as she watched it pile up on her breasts.
‘Dear Diary’, wrote Laura. ‘Today a most unexpected and terrible thing happened. I have sinned beyond hope of redemption. Danny and I had sex. I am still not sure how it came about, but Danny has fallen in love with me, and I think I am in love with him too. He has changed, dramatically and overnight. This morning he has been so sweet to me, and made me feel so special. I hope that it is not all a horrible trick on his part, but somehow I don’t think it is. At any rate, he seduced me with great artistry, playing me like a concert pianist plays his piano. I was helpless to resist, and he deflowered me just a few minutes ago. I wish I could say that he raped me, that it was an awful experience, and that I hated him afterwards, but in my heart of hearts I know that is not true. It hurt a bit … well, quite a lot actually, because his thing is huge – I have never heard of one so big. He was so tender, though, that I endured the pain, and after a while I began to feel a certain carnal pleasure mixed with the pain. Then he filled me with his seed (which, strangely, is green – I am not sure why), and I feel sure that I am going to get pregnant from it. I want to take a bath, to purge myself, but I think that getting pregnant will be my fitting punishment for disobeying God’s laws in so spectacular a fashion. I am, it seems, a wicked woman. I know I should tell Danny that he must never touch me again, but I feel powerless in his presence.’
The door opened and Laura quickly closed her diary. She looked around, and saw Danny smiling at her. She smiled back, a little sadly.
“I’d like to take you shopping this morning,” said Danny. “Buy you some clothes.”
Laura was startled. “Oh?” she said. “What kind of clothes?”
“My darling,” said Danny earnestly, coming over to sit on the bed next to her, “you cover yourself up so much, nobody would know you have such a gorgeous body. I’d like to get you some clothes that show off your beautiful curves.”
Laura’s stomach flip-flopped in her trepidation, but she said, “Okay. Let me get ready.”
Half an hour later they were on the bus, on their way to Mr. Howell’s. Danny, remembering the name of the store from last night’s conversation with Sam, had looked up the address in the phone book. Their father had been surprised that the two of them wanted to go shopping together, but he raised no objection. In fact he was pleased that they seemed to be getting along so well at the moment. His only stipulation was that they return home immediately afterwards, and by lunchtime at the latest. Laura wore one of her trademark ankle-length dresses, with a sensible bra and full-cut panties beneath.
They arrived at the shop, and Laura nervously followed her brother inside. They were met by a young woman in the most scandalously short skirt that Laura had ever seen. And her top and bra were so transparent that her nipples were visible!
The effect was not lost on Danny, who stared for a moment before recovering himself. “Um, I’d like to get some sexy clothes for my si… for my girlfriend Laura here.”
“Okay,” said Angie. “Please come this way.” She led them to the changing area. “Is this your first visit here?”
“Yes,” said Danny. “For both of us. But my sister Erin has been here before.”
“Ah – I think I met her yesterday. Well, shall we start with underwear?”
“Sure,” said Danny. “I understand that you do some rather skimpy panties.”
“Indeed we do,” said Angie. “Skimpy yet comfy – that is our motto. Laura, would you please slip out of that dress so that I can measure you?”
Laura glanced around fearfully. “What, here?”
“Yes please,” said Angie. “I know it seems odd, but this is how Mr. Howell operates. I’m not sure how he gets away with it, to be honest, but we have a long history of very satisfied customers. So don’t be shy.”
Laura looked to Danny for help, but he merely nodded and smiled encouragingly. With trembling fingers, Laura unbuttoned her dress, and then let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, then stood with her hands clasped over her panties. Angie came over and picked up the dress. “Well done,” she said. “That’s the hard part over. Now I’ll just go and fetch the measuring tape, and we’ll take your measurements.”
At that moment, however, an elderly man appeared around the corner. He smiled broadly as his eyes took in the scene. Laura squealed slightly, and her eyes widened in panic as he approached.
“Hello Angie,” said Mr. Howell.
“Oh, hello Mr. Howell! I didn’t think you would be in today,” said Angie.
“Neither did I, but I feel much better now. I see we have new customers! Good morning to you. I am Mr. Howell, the owner of this establishment. Welcome to my store.”
“How do you do?” said Danny. “My name is Danny, and this is my girlfriend Laura. I believe you know my sister Erin.”
“I think I do,” said Mr. Howell. “And her friend Sam. They are good customers.”
“Would you like to take over here?” asked Angie. “I was about to take Laura’s measurements.”
“Certainly,” said Mr. Howell. He took the measuring tape from around his neck. “Thank you Angie.”
Angie left, and the old man approached Laura. “Ah, now that bra is completely wrong for you,” he said. “It must be uncomfortable, yes?”
Laura wanted to hide in a corner. The way the old man stared at her breasts was horribly disconcerting. “It’s all right,” she muttered. “Except after a few hours it cuts in a bit…”
“I’m not surprised,” said Mr. Howell. “You need a complete set of new bras. Take that one off, please, and I’ll measure you up properly.”
Laura gasped. “I’m not taking my bra off!” she exclaimed.
“What she means is,” said Danny smoothly, “that this is too public a place. She is a very private and shy person.”
“I understand completely,” said Mr. Howell. “Laura, my apologies. We have no dressing rooms, so all fitting and measuring is done right here. However, in view of your discomfort may I suggest we remove ourselves to the stock room? It is much more private and other customers will not disturb us there. How would that be?”
“Much better,” said Danny.
“Thank you,” said Laura gratefully, though she was still not happy about taking off her bra in front of this weird old man.
Dressed only in her bra, panties and shoes, she accompanied Mr. Howell and Danny to a door at the side of the store. On the way, she crossed an area that was visible from the street outside, and she cowered down, trying desperately to cover herself with her hands until they were once more safely out of sight of the store’s front window. Once through the door, Mr. Howell led them through into a huge store room, with rows upon rows of clothes rails, hung with many different types of clothing. Mr. Howell closed the door and said, “All right Laura, why don’t you slip out of that bra?”
Glancing at Danny for reassurance, Laura reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, then she slipped it off her shoulders. As the old man took it, she folded her arms across her chest to cover her nipples. Mr. Howell tossed the bra to one side, then he reached out to her with his tape measure. Throwing it around behind her, he caught the other end and drew it back around.
“I’ll need you to move your arms,” he said, “if I’m to measure you.”
Reluctantly Laura lifted her arms away from her breasts and let them fall to her sides, thus exposing her nipples to both Danny and Mr. Howell, who stared at them frankly and appraisingly. Then he took her under-bust measurement, followed by her bust measurement, and he nodded to himself thoughtfully.
“Okay,” he said. “That’s quite the chest you have there! But I have your size in several product ranges. I will be back shortly.” He stooped down to pick up her fallen bra, and then he left the room, leaving Laura standing there in just her panties and shoes.
“This is so embarrassing!” she moaned to Danny, clasping her hands to her breasts. Then she looked around. “Where’s my dress?”
“Uh, I think it’s still out in the changing area,” said Danny. “Don’t worry – nobody’s going to come in here.”
Soon Mr. Howell returned with a selection of bras. The first one Laura tried on was beautifully soft and nice on her skin, but it was very sheer and so low-cut that her areolas peeped over the top of each cup.
“How’s that?” asked Mr. Howell.
“It’s brilliant!” enthused Danny.
“Too revealing!” said Laura. “But it’s very comfy. Do you have anything opaque in this style?”
“I’m afraid not,” said Mr. Howell apologetically. “But you shouldn’t worry about it being see-through. If you don’t want your nipples to show, then wear an opaque top. The point is that this bra gives you options.”
“I suppose so,” conceded Laura reluctantly. “It is very nice. What else do you have?”
“Try this one,” said the old man.
This next bra was also see-through, though it was not quite so low cut. It had the effect of squeezing her breasts together so as to give her more of a cleavage – like she needed it! It was still comfortable though. As she took it off and handed it back to Mr. Howell, she said, “Okay – what else do you have?”
In the end, however, she liked these first two bras the best, and chose to buy three of the first kind and two of the second. When she had taken off the final bra, she said, “Now can I try on some outer clothes?”
“What about panties?” inquired Mr. Howell. “We have such a wide selection…”
“Yes indeed,” said Danny. “We’ve got to get you some nicer panties.”
“But … no!” said Laura. “I’m fine for panties thanks!”
“Laura,” said Danny. “Those panties are a little on the un-sexy side. And I don’t suppose you have anything lacy, or sheer – and I certainly don’t imagine you have any thongs. This is the perfect time to do something about that.”
Mr. Howell kneeled down in front of Laura and threw his tape around her hips. Pulling her panties down a few inches, which made Laura gasp in alarm, he drew the tape taut and read off the measurement. “Now if you could just step out of these,” he said, pulling her panties down to her knees. Then he said, “Oh!”
Laura squealed and covered her pussy with both hands.
“You appear to be … leaking … some kind of green stuff,” said Mr. Howell. “Are you ill?”
“No!” said Laura. “It’s just … I don’t want to say!”
“Well I can’t have you messing the panties I get you to try on,” he said. “I’ll fetch a sponge and some warm water.” He pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles, and then said, “Lift your feet please.”
Numbly, Laura lifted her left foot, and the old man first pulled off her shoe, then took her panties off that foot. Then Laura lifted her right foot, and he removed her right shoe and took the panties off entirely. Then he stood up and walked off with her panties clutched in his hand. Danny came over and took Laura into his arms. “You’re being very brave,” he said. “And you look incredibly gorgeous. Try to relax. Once we get you some nice underwear, then you can start trying on some skirts and tops and dresses.”
“But I’m naked!” exclaimed Laura anxiously. “And he said he’s going to … to wash me!”
“Perhaps he’ll let you wash yourself,” suggested Danny. “But try not to worry. I’m here, and I’ll stop him if he tries any funny business.” Then he kissed her, and as their tongues entwined, he stroked her pussy gently with one hand.
Mr. Howell returned, and he knelt down once again in front of Laura, so that his head was right in front of her pussy. Next to him he placed a bowl of water, into which he dipped a sponge. Wringing it out, he reached up and pulled Laura’s hands away from her pussy. “Move your feet apart, please,” he said.
Laura put her hands over her face, and then shuffled her feet apart. She jumped a little as the sponge touched her pussy, but she said nothing as he dabbed and rubbed, washing away Danny’s green ejaculate. Then he squirted some shaving cream into one hand and began to rub it into Laura’s pubic hair.
“What are you doing?” asked Danny. Laura uncovered her eyes and looked down anxiously.
“The panties we sell can get rather skimpy,” said Mr. Howell. “I’m afraid they’re not designed for an unshaved pussy. Don’t worry – I’m quite experienced at this.”
Danny remembered Sam’s string-fronted panties cleaving her hairless labia, and nodded. Laura looked at him beseechingly, but he merely smiled at her.
Mr. Howell pulled up a chair. “Would you place your left foot on this chair please?” he said, and Laura did so after a moment’s hesitation. Then she put her hands back over her face.
Two minutes later, Mr. Howell put down his razor, and pulled out a tube of depilatory cream. “This,” he said, “will prevent regrowth. This will mean you won’t get any rashes or ingrown hairs or any other problems associated with shaving. Shall I?”
“Sure,” said Danny, and Laura, with her hands still covering her eyes, shrugged.
Soon Mr. Howell was done. He picked up a pair of pale pink string-fronted panties. “Step into these,” he said.
Laura uncovered her eyes, and stepped into the panties gratefully. Mr. Howell pulled them up, and then he teased her pussy lips apart so that the string slipped between them. “How does that feel?” he inquired.
“But it doesn’t cover my … my pussy!” exclaimed Laura.
“Does it have to?” asked Mr. Howell. “These are a big favourite of Sam’s and Erin’s. Try walking around in them – I think you’ll like them.”
Laura turned and, wearing nothing but the panties, walked down the aisle. With each step, the string pressing against her clitoral hood caused the flesh to slide back and forth over her clitoris. As she turned around and began to walk back, she found she was becoming rather breathless. The panties felt … very nice.
“Do you like them?” asked Mr. Howell.
“Yes,” she admitted. “They’re … quite nice.”
“Would you like to try a thong?” he asked.
“No – it’s okay,” said Laura. “I’ll stick with these.”
“Come on Laura,” said Danny encouragingly, “it can’t hurt to try a thong.”
“I’m fine with these!” insisted Laura plaintively. “I’ll take six pairs.”
“Wonderful!” said Mr. Howell. He handed Laura one of her bras. “Why don’t you put that on, and we’ll get some other clothes for you. Do you prefer skirts or dresses?”
“Dresses,” said Laura as she put on her bra with a sense of great relief. “Please.”
“Right you are,” said the old man. “Since you’re wearing underwear now, perhaps you could come out to the changing area? It’s more convenient – I’ll have to walk less far each time I bring you something.”
Laura looked at Danny, who said, “It’s up to you, my darling.”
“I’d rather stay here,” she said. “But, if that’s not convenient, I guess I could come out.”
“Thank you,” said Mr. Howell with a smile. “Follow me, then.”
Back in the changing area, he brought her a little green dress which zipped up at the back. The material was very pretty, and Laura eagerly tried it on. But “Oh my goodness!” she said, when she had zipped it up.
It was not very short by the store’s standards, but to Laura it was outrageously provocative. If the plunging neckline (which revealed way more of her chest than she was accustomed to showing) was not bad enough, the hemline stopped just below her panties. At the back, as she discovered when she felt with her fingers, it came within half an inch of exposing her buttocks. If she were to bend over at all…
“This is too short,” she said. “I couldn’t possibly wear this – Mom and Dad would kill me!”
“I agree,” said Danny. He turned to Mr. Howell. “Our parents…” Then he stopped as he realized what he was saying. “I mean Laura’s parents, mainly, but also mine too, though they are not quite as bad … are very strictly religious and frown on miniskirts. We’d like to push the envelope, but … you know.”
“I understand,” said Mr. Howell. “But sometime you are going to have to challenge the rules. This, you have to appreciate, is one of our longer dresses. We do, however, have some that are longer. I shall bring one.”
He marched off, and returned with a pretty white dress with short puffy arms. Laura tried it on, and found that it covered her buttocks by three inches or so, putting it almost, but not quite, into the mid-thigh range. “This is better,” she said, “but it’s still awfully short.” It was also slightly see-through, but she could not quite make out her nipples, so she figured it would be okay.
“We have none longer,” said Mr. Howell. “Do you like the look?”
“It’s lovely,” said Laura.
“I think it suits you very well,” remarked Danny.
“It does indeed,” agreed Mr. Howell. “A very good length for your shape of leg, I would say.”
“I’ll take it, then,” said Laura with a pleased smile.
“How about the other one?” asked Danny. “That looked great on you too. Maybe you could wear it when Mom … when your Mom and Dad aren’t around?”
“I suppose I could,” said Laura reluctantly. “I did like the material.”
They bought both dresses, and the underwear they had picked out. They each paid half of the total, and Laura left the store wearing the white dress. They left Laura’s ankle-length dress with Mr. Howell, who had offered to shorten it for them. They promised to return the following week and claim it.
As they walked down the street away from the store, Danny stopped by the entrance of a narrow alley. “Come on,” he said, and he took Laura by the hand and led her down the alley.
“What do you want to come in here for?” asked Laura.
Danny pulled her behind a dumpster, where they could not be seen from the street. “Let’s make love,” he said, “right here.”
Their surroundings were so dirty, smelly and unromantic that Laura would have refused point blank, except that each step she had taken since leaving Mr. Howell’s store had made her hornier and hornier as her string-fronted panties had worked their magic on her clitoris. “Okay, she said after a moment’s hesitation. “But there’s nothing to lie on.”
“We can do it standing up,” said Danny. “Just bend over and brace your hands against that drainpipe.”
She did as he said, and pulled her panties down to her knees. Danny pulled them right down to her ankles. “Step out of them,” he said. She did so, and he threw them to one side. Then he said, “Now take off your dress.”
“But Danny, what if someone comes down here?”
“Why would they? Don’t worry – nobody’s going to see us.”
With some trepidation she pulled her dress up over her head and put it down beside her. “Now the bra,” said Danny, and she took off her bra too. Now she was only wearing her shoes. “Take off your shoes,” said Danny. “I want you completely naked.”
She kicked off her shoes, and resumed her position, bent over and holding on to the drainpipe. Then she felt Danny’s penis prodding at the entrance to her vagina, and she winced as he shoved it inside her. Fortunately she was well lubricated with her own juices, but it still hurt. However, as he started thrusting in and out of her cunt, the sensations became more and more pleasurable, until she was gasping and moaning. She missed the feel of the panties stroking her clitoris, and so she reached back with one hand and started rubbing her clit through its fleshy hood. She had never masturbated before, partly because she considered it sinful and partly because she had been unsure how to do it … but her new panties had shown her the way, and it seemed a small sin compared to what she was doing with her brother.
She reached orgasm - her first - before Danny, and cried out aloud in her ecstasy. Her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed, but somehow she managed to stay on her feet. Then she felt a rush of warm fluid inside her, and knew that her brother had come. As his wilting penis slipped out of her, green fluid oozed out of her vagina and ran down her leg. She was about to wipe it off with her hand, but Danny stopped her.
“Leave it,” he said. “Just put your panties on.”
She went to retrieve them, but recoiled in disgust. “Danny!” she said. “They fell in a dog poo!”
Danny came over and picked them up. Unfortunately the dog turd was quite fresh, and the panties bore a few flecks of brown. He looked around, and noticed a puddle of rainwater at the base of the wall. The water looked oily and filthy, but he crouched down and washed the panties in it. Then he wrung them out, stood up, and handed them back to Laura. “Not clean, exactly,” he said. “But free of dog poo, at any rate. Put them on.”
She eyed the damp garment with distaste. “I’d rather not,” she said. “I’ll wear a clean one thanks.” She retrieved an identical pair from their shopping bag and put it on. Then she picked up her bra and put that on. She was about to don her dress, too, when Danny stopped her.
“I’ve had an idea,” he said. “Let’s not go straight home. Let’s pay Josh a surprise visit. He lives not too far from here – it’ll be just a short bus ride.”
“But I don’t like Josh,” said Laura, grimacing with distaste. “He does drugs.”
“Are you going to judge him for that? After what we’ve done?”
Laura hung her head. “I guess I don’t have a leg to stand on,” she admitted sadly. “All right, if you want to visit Josh, then I suppose I don’t mind. Now can I put my dress on?”
“Why not wear the other one?” suggested Danny. “If we’re only going to see Josh, it won’t matter.”
“But Danny, it’s so short!” whispered Laura, as if even mentioning the dress out loud might get her into trouble.
“Josh won’t mind.”
Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m sure he won’t. But he’ll tell everyone in school that I was dressing like a slut at the weekend.”
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” Danny assured her.
She sighed. “All right Danny, if it will make you happy.”
He took her into his arms, and kissed her softly. She responded with enthusiasm, loving the feel of his lips on hers, the feeling of buzzing heat that welled up inside her whenever his tongue caressed hers. She was in love, and it was too late to worry about the rightness or wrongness of it. She was his.
As they pulled apart, she sighed happily as she put her white dress back in the bag, and instead pulled out the green one. She put it on and zipped it up. “Good grief,” she sighed, as she saw again just how little it covered. But she could endure the embarrassment … for Danny.
They returned to the street, and walked until they found a bus stop that was on the correct route for getting to Josh’s place. All the way, Laura’s cheeks burned fiercely on account of the frequent whistles and comments from horny male passers-by. It was a new and rather frightening experience for her. She clutched Danny’s hand tightly, taking comfort in his presence.
A bus arrived, and they boarded. It did not take them long to get to within walking distance of Josh’s house, which was in a little housing development on the outskirts of town. This final leg was another trial for Laura, who desperately wished her dress was longer whenever she passed anyone on the sidewalk. She was very relieved when they finally turned into Josh’s driveway and walked up to the door.
“Maybe we should have called first,” she said, as they rang the doorbell. “He might be out.”
“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise visit!” said Danny with a chuckle.
Laura looked down at her legs, and noticed the trail of green slime that ran down the inside of her right leg. “Oh no – can I please wipe that up now?”
“Oh – sure,” said Danny.
She was still wiping when the door opened and Josh appeared, looking tousle-haired. “Hey man, what’s up?” he said. “Uh, hey Laura.” His eyes widened as he noticed her incredibly short microdress. “Woah!”
“Thought we could hang out here for a bit,” said Danny, stepping inside. “Can’t stay too long though – I’m still grounded and the old man’s expecting us back by lunchtime.”
Josh stood aside to let them pass, and then he gestured for them to go upstairs. Danny went first, followed by Laura, who tried to hold her dress down at the back as she climbed. Josh, behind her, could not believe his eyes as he stared up her dress at her panty-clad buttocks.
There was a girl in Josh’s room. Laura recognized her as Kelly Furlong, a girl from her school in the year above her. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties, and she looked up in surprise as Laura entered. Laura smiled at her, sat down on the bed, crossed her legs demurely, and placed her hands in her lap. This effectively obscured her panties from view, but her left leg was exposed practically all the way up to the hip. Josh could hardly tear his eyes away. However, he did so long enough to pick up a little bag of cannabis from the top of his desk. “Want some pot?” he asked Danny.
“No Josh, I’m through with all that,” said Danny, and Laura’s heart leapt. “I’m turning over a new leaf … if you’ll pardon the pun.”
“Uh, okay,” said Josh. “So what do you want to do?”
“Hmm,” said Danny. “I don’t mind. I just wanted to hang out really. We could play poker if you like. Low stakes, of course – I’m a little strapped for cash.”
“Me too,” said Josh. “So … how about we play for clothes?”
“Strip poker?” said Danny in surprise. Then he glanced at Laura, and grinned. “Sure!”
Laura looked at Danny with a shocked expression. “Danny!” she said.
“Come on Laura – it’ll be fun!” said Danny.
“Cool!” said Josh, nodding and grinning. “You up for it Kelly?”
“Sure,” said Kelly with a shrug. “Let me put some more clothes on, though – I’m at a bit of a disadvantage.”
“Me too!” said Laura.
“You’re fully dressed though, Laura,” said Danny.
Kelly put on a pair of jeans, socks, and shoes. Then she said, “Okay.”
“Where are your folks?” asked Danny.
“Out,” said Josh laconically. He pulled over a little table and dealt five cards to each of them.
“I don’t know how to play!” said Laura with a worried frown.
“It’s quite simple,” said Josh. “Just get the best combination of cards you can. Like, two of a kind, three of a kind, four of a kind – you know, two tens or three queens or whatever. Higher cards are better, so two jacks beat two sevens. A full house beats three of a kind but it’s not as good as four of a kind.”
“What’s a full house?” asked Laura.
“Three of one kind, two of another. Also, if you get a run of cards, like a four, five, six and seven – that’s a straight. A run of four is a low straight, and a run of five is a high straight. A straight beats three of a kind. You’ve also got flushes, which are when all your cards are the same suit. That beats a straight.”
“Don’t forget a straight flush,” said Danny.
“This is so confusing!” complained Laura.
“You’ll get the hang of it,” Josh said encouragingly. “So, yeah, a straight flush beats anything but five of a kind.”
“Five? But there are only four suits!” said Laura.
“Yeah but jokers are wild, so you can use a joker as something else.”
Laura picked up her cards. She had the four of clubs, ace of hearts, ten of spades, three of spades, and eight of hearts. “This looks like a really bad hand,” she said. “How do I improve it?”
“You throw in some of your cards – up to three, unless you have an ace, in which case you can keep that and throw in the other four. Then I give you some more, so that you’ve got five again.”
Laura tossed in everything but her ace. “I’ll take another four please,” she said.
Josh threw in three, as did Danny. Kelly threw in just two. Josh dealt out more cards, and they all looked at their hands.
“Now we’d do all kinds of betting shit if this was for money,” Josh said. “But as this is strip poker, I guess we just reveal. I’ve got a pair of kings.”
“I’ve got myself a low straight,” said Danny.
“Three fours for me,” said Kelly.
“Um, I’ve got an ace,” said Laura, throwing down her cards. “I guess that loses?”
Josh nodded solemnly. “Now you take something off.”
Laura sighed, and removed a shoe. She hoped she would have better luck next round. Josh passed the cards to her, and she dealt five to each player. Her own cards were, in truth, better than last time. She had the two of hearts, nine of hearts, queen of hearts, nine of clubs, and six of hearts. Her eyes widened at the sight of all those hearts – that was very nearly a … what was it … a flush? If she could just get another heart, that would be a really good hand!
Josh threw in three cards, as did both of the others. Laura threw in just the nine of clubs, then re-dealt. Her heart sank as she picked up her new card and found it was the three of spades.
“I’ve got a pair of sevens,” said Josh.
“Pair of jacks,” said Kelly.
“Ace high,” confessed Danny. “Guess it’s my turn.”
Laura laid down her cards, and sighed again. “I’ve got nothing,” she said. “Does ace high beat this?”
“Sure does,” said Josh, looking at her cards. “Bad luck. Very nearly a flush!”
Laura removed her other shoe, then passed the cards to Danny. This time she was dealt a pair of eights, and she decided to hang on to it even though she had three cards in a row, which was almost a low straight. So she threw in three cards, and this time was dealt a joker – she had three of a kind! She almost cheered.
“I’ve got nothing,” said Kelly.
“Two pairs,” said Danny.
“Pair of aces,” said Josh.
“Three eights!” said Laura, laying down her hand.
“Nice one,” said Josh, nodding. “Kelly – your turn.”
Kelly took off a shoe, and then took the cards from Danny and dealt again. Laura found herself with a joker again, but nothing much to put with it. Her highest card was a king, so she kept that and the joker, and threw the rest in. She was then dealt a nine of hearts, a seven of clubs and a four of clubs.
“Pair of kings?” she said hopefully.
“Beats mine,” said Josh. “Pair of tens.”
“I’ve got a flush,” said Danny. “Kelly?”
“Nearly a low straight,” said Kelly.
“What do you mean, nearly?” asked Danny in amusement, and Laura laughed – this was actually kind of fun.
Kelly removed her other shoe, and the game continued. Laura’s next hand was a bunch of nothing, but she kept a queen and a seven of clubs and hoped for either a flush or a pair. She got neither, and this turned out to be the worst hand.
“Oh dear,” she said, as all eyes turned to her.
“I guess it’s the dress,” said Josh, licking his lips. Danny nodded.
In acute embarrassment, Laura unzipped her dress, stood up, and stepped out of it. As she did so, there were gasps from Kelly and Josh as they saw her string-fronted panties disappearing between her shaven labia. She sat down again hurriedly and put her hands over her pussy, which only made them notice her see-through bra.
“Those are some … interesting undies,” observed Kelly. “I never would have expected them of you, Laura – I thought you were a real religious nut.”
“I am! I mean, I’m a good Christian,” said Laura piously, then she realized how silly that sounded. She added, rather lamely, “I just felt like a change. In the way I dress, I mean.”
“You got a new boyfriend?” inquired Josh with a grin. “Is that it?” Laura blushed, and Josh laughed. “I thought so! Well good for him, if he’s managed to bring you out of your shell a bit. Who is it? Someone from school?”
“No-one you know,” she mumbled, staring at her knees.
It was her turn to deal next, which meant she could not cover her pussy. She kept her legs crossed, though, which was almost as good. This time her hand was better – a pair of jacks right away, and, when she got another three cards, two of them were twos. This beat everyone but Josh, who had three aces. Kelly, with the lowest hand, removed a sock.
Kelly also lost the next hand, which cost her her other sock. But then Josh lost again, so he removed his other shoe. In the next hand, Laura’s two fives turned out to be the lowest. She gulped.
“Bra or panties,” said Danny. “Your choice.”
Laura shivered nervously, then she unclasped her bra and took it off, exposing her large breasts to all of them. Josh was grinning from ear to ear, staring at her nipples, until Kelly punched him in the arm. Laura quickly covered her chest, but she had to deal this next hand, so she could not help showing her nipples. Her panties, continually moving against her clitoris, were keeping her quite horny, however, and part of her was actually quite excited about being so exposed in front of Josh and Kelly.
Kelly lost this time, and removed her jeans. She was now wearing what she had been wearing when Laura and Danny arrived – a t-shirt and a pair of panties, which she did not seem too bothered about showing.
Then Laura lost again. “Oh no!” she exclaimed.
Josh grinned, and Kelly looked up with interest. Danny smiled encouragingly at her. With trembling hands, she half stood up, then she quickly pulled down her panties and sat down.
“Awesome!” breathed Josh.
Laura was completely naked now, and feeling very embarrassed. “I guess this means the game is over?” she said.
“Nah, it just means you’re out,” said Josh. “Us three will keep playing, and you’ll have to stay naked until one of us wins.”
“But that could be ages!” complained Laura, noting that Danny was still fully dressed, and Josh had only lost his shoes.
“You could keep playing, and try to win your clothes back,” suggested Danny, “if you like. But you’d have to pay a forfeit if you lost.”
“What kind of forfeit?” asked Laura nervously.
Josh thought for a moment. “How about if you lose, you have to lie on the bed with your legs spread until we’ve finished the game?”
“I couldn’t do that!” exclaimed Laura. “You’d all see … everything!”
“But you might win,” remarked Danny. “How badly do you want your clothes?”
Laura bit her lip. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll play.”
“If you win,” said Josh, “you’ll get all of your clothes back. But you’ll have to beat all of us.”
“Uh, okay,” said Laura. She liked the sound of getting all her clothes back in one fell swoop, but was not keen on the idea of having to beat them all. Still, her luck had to change…
Josh dealt out the cards, and Laura found she had two sevens. She threw in three cards, and got a joker back. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “Three sevens!”
“I have a flush,” said Kelly. “Bad luck Laura.”
Laura’s heart sank. As the others watched her expectantly, she lay back on the bed, then drew her legs up and spread them, keeping one hand over her pussy.
“Hey, you can’t cover up,” said Josh. “That negates the point of you spreading your legs.”
Laura wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. She was utterly mortified, and felt sick to her stomach as she removed her hand from her pussy. She did not look at any of the others, and so did not realize that Josh had moved forward until his face was just a couple of feet from her pussy. He stared at her parted labia, at her clitoral hood, at the slit of her vaginal opening, at her exposed puckered anus.
“Woah,” he breathed. Then he said, “What’s that green stuff?”
“Oh no!” squeaked Laura. “Danny! Tissue please!”
Kelly, looking vaguely repulsed, nevertheless stared in fascination as Laura wiped her pussy with the tissue that Danny handed to her.
“Seriously – what is that?” asked Josh.
“Just a medication I’m on,” said Laura. “You don’t want to know.”
“I guess not,” said Josh, drawing back. “Okay, well you’ll have to stay that way until we finish the game.”
“Oh please give me a chance to win back my clothes!” exclaimed Laura.
“All right,” said Josh, “but if you lose, you’ll have to let me take a picture of you like that. Just for my own private collection, you understand.”
“Oh heavens!” Laura moaned. “All right – but you promise not to show anyone? Ever?”
“I promise,” said Josh solemnly. “Anyway, it’s your deal, but I guess you can’t really deal from that position – how about I deal for you?”
“Okay,” agreed Laura.
Josh dealt out the cards, and then he handed Laura’s cards to her. As he did so, he glanced at them, and noticed a pair of jacks. She returned three cards, as did Danny and Kelly. Josh’s own hand contained two pairs already, so he returned just one card. Then he dealt again. As he did so, he glanced at Laura’s new cards, and noticed a joker among them. Dismayed, he deftly swapped it for a six from his own hand. Kelly did not notice. Danny did, but he merely winked at Josh.
“Here you go Laura,” said Josh, grinning as he handed the young girl her cards. He eyed her spread pussy hungrily – it was prettier than Kelly’s, he reflected.
“A pair of jacks!” sighed Laura. “Can anyone beat that?”
“Yup,” said Danny and Josh together. Josh eagerly got up and fetched his digital camera.
Laura groaned in defeat as she saw him point the camera at her pussy. “Say cheese!” he said, and she gave him a half-hearted smile as he snapped the shot.
“Want another chance at winning your clothes back?” asked Josh.
Laura sighed. “What will it cost this time if I lose?”
“I get to take more photos,” said Josh. “Enough to use up the memory card in my camera. And a different pose for each picture, of course, otherwise it will get boring.”
Laura sighed. “One photo or a bunch, I suppose it doesn’t make much difference. Go on then.”
Danny dealt this time. He sneaked a peak at Laura’s hand, and saw that it was a bag of nails. When she threw in three cards, he glanced at the replacements he was giving her, but there was nothing spectacular about them. Sure enough she groaned. “A pair of threes!”
“I have a pair of eights,” said Kelly.
“Bad luck Laura,” grinned Josh.
“How many photos have you got left in that thing?” asked Kelly.
“A hundred and four,” said Josh.
“What?” squeaked Laura.
Kelly rolled her eyes. “It’s going to take you forever to get through all those,” she said.
“I’ll be quick,” promised Josh.
It took three quarters of an hour, by the end of which Laura was feeling utterly humiliated. She had been posed on her back, on all fours with her bottom in the air, standing up with one leg raised as high as possible, standing on her head and spreading her legs wide … and Josh had even got her to pose with one finger inside her vagina. And at the end of that awful photo session, she still had to lie on her back on the bed with her legs wide apart, while Kelly dealt the cards again.
“What happens if I lose this time?” asked Laura with a heavy sigh.
Josh thought for a minute. Then his eyes lit up. “I get to post your pictures on the internet,” he said.
“No!” Laura exclaimed. “What if someone I know sees them? Someone from school?”
“That’s the chance you’ll have to take,” said Josh. “But with all the millions of adult sites out there, the odds are pretty small. And if you win, not only will you get your clothes back, but I’ll delete all these pictures.”
This was tempting – Laura was not at all comfortable about Josh having those pictures of her. She was sure he would not show them to anyone, but what if one of his friends used his computer and found them? “Okay,” she said. Her luck just had to change – it had to!
Kelly dealt, and both Danny and Josh held their breath. Josh found he had a pair of fives. He traded in three cards and got nothing worthwhile back. “A pair of fives,” he said glumly.
“A low straight!” exclaimed Laura. “Yes!”
“I’ve got four jacks,” said Danny.
“What?” shrieked Laura.
Danny turned his cards around to show them three jacks and a joker. He shrugged. “Lucky break.”
“Oh no!” wailed Laura.
“I can’t believe you’re going to do this to the poor girl,” murmured Kelly, as Josh uploaded the pictures to his computer.
“She knew what the stakes were,” he replied with a shrug.
Within minutes, the pictures had all been sent to one of his favourite websites – www.awesometeens.com. This was a site that accepted amateur contributions, and posted several new galleries each day. He felt confident that the pictures would appear on the site soon – perhaps even today. The very thought gave him even more of a boner than the sight of the naked girl herself on his bed with her legs spread.
“Listen, guys,” said Danny, “we’re going to have to get home. If we’re not back for lunchtime, Dad will ground me for even longer.”
Josh looked at his watch. It was just past twelve o’clock. “Aww, but we haven’t finished the game!” he said.
“I think Laura’s had enough of the game,” said Danny. “If we continue I dread to think what you’d have her doing – fucking herself with a banana, perhaps, or running down the street naked. Well I’m not having it – she’s my sister and I’ve got to look out for her. Come on Laura – put your clothes on. We’re leaving.”
Laura sat up and looked over at her brother with real love. She had been afraid of where this game would end up – but now Danny had come to her rescue and it was all going to be all right.
“Wait a moment,” said Josh quickly. “Danny, you’re grounded, sure – but Laura isn’t. Is there any reason why she couldn’t stay and keep playing while you go home to keep your dad happy?”
“Yes there is,” said Danny firmly. “I’m not leaving Laura here for you to exploit.”
“But shouldn’t that be Laura’s choice?” asked Josh. “I mean, if she stayed, and won the next hand, I’d cancel that email I sent. I’ve only just sent it – it’s probably still en route. Laura could yet earn the deletion of all of the photos – isn’t that worth staying for? And with you gone, Danny, her chances would be better.”
Laura paused in the middle of putting her bra on. Josh was right – perhaps she could indeed win and get the photos back. After all, if they got posted on a website, who knew who might see them? She could always catch a later bus home.
“I don’t like it,” said Danny. “But I suppose it’s Laura’s choice. What do you think, Laura?”
Laura bit her lip. “I’ll stay,” she said. “I’m sure my luck will turn soon.”
Kelly snorted in disgust. Danny said, “If that’s what you want”, and patted her shoulder encouragingly. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling warmly at him.
Danny got up and left. A moment later Laura heard the front door close, and she sighed heavily.
“Okay,” she said, dropping her bra on the floor. “What are the stakes now?”
“Now,” said Josh, licking his lips, “if you win, I’ll attempt to cancel that email. If the cancel fails, I’ll send an email to the webmaster of the picture site, and ask him not to post the pictures. I’ll tell him that you’re underage – that will scare him into not showing them.”
“Okay,” said Laura, sounding relieved. “That’s good. And you’ll delete the pictures and let me put my clothes on?”
“One thing at a time,” said Josh. “Canceling that email is a pretty big deal for you. You’ll need to earn the deletion of the photos with another win.”
Laura’s heart sank. “And if I lose?”
“If you lose…” Josh took a deep breath. “You stay here until this evening – naked the whole time.”
Laura gulped. But when she thought about it, this did not seem so bad – even if she lost, she could win later and get her clothes back. “Okay,” she said.
“I’ve had enough,” said Kelly. “Josh, you’re on your own with this. I’m going home.”
“Aww please Kelly!” begged Josh. “We can’t have a proper game with just two!”
“You should let her go,” said Kelly, as she pulled on her jeans. “And I warn you: if you fuck her, it’s over between us.”
“That’s not going to happen!” exclaimed Laura indignantly. “I’d never be unfaithful to my boyfriend!”
“Even if it would stop pictures of yourself going out on the internet?” inquired Kelly.
“Even then!” said Laura stoutly.
“Well good for you. Have a nice afternoon.” With that, Kelly left the room, trotted downstairs, and soon the front door opened and closed again.
Josh sighed. “We can’t play with just us two,” he said. “I’ll tell you what – I’ll call a couple of my friends to come and join the game.”
“No!” said Laura. “I like the odds perfectly well as they are now, thank you. Deal the cards.”
“All right,” said Josh grumpily, “but you have to get back in position. I want to see those legs spread really wide before I deal.”
Laura reluctantly lay back down and spread her legs wide. She hated having Josh staring at her vagina, but with a bit of luck it would soon all be over. Josh dealt her five cards, and she looked at them. A bag of nails, pretty much, but four of them were hearts. Could she be lucky this time? She tossed in her other card – a diamond – and then took a replacement card. Her stomach turned – it was a club.
“I’ve got nothing,” she said with a sigh.
“A pair of tens,” said Josh. “Okay! So you’ll be spending the day here! Awesome!”
“Deal again,” said Laura, “and tell me how I can get out of that.”
Josh shuffled and dealt again, since Laura was not in a good position for dealing. “If you win this,” he said, “I’ll delete all the pictures, and you can get dressed and go home when you want. But the email stays sent until you win again.”
“And if I lose?”
Josh grinned. “If you lose, I get to call my friends round for the rest of the game.”
“Oh dear!” said Laura fretfully. “That’s quite a big deal. Will it be boys from school?”
“Yup,” said Josh.
“In that case,” said Laura, “that’s too big a risk for me to take. If that’s at stake, I’ll want the email cancelled, all the photos deleted, and my clothes back on. Otherwise I’ll just leave now.”
Josh thought hard for a moment. Then he let out a deep breath. “You’re playing this game well,” he said. “You’re a tough negotiator. All right, I accept your terms.”
Laura smiled as she took her cards. All she needed was a good hand, and everything would be fine again. She fanned the cards, and pursed her lips at the sight of a pair of aces. Not bad – not bad at all. She tossed in the other three cards.
Josh had already seen her hand, and he surreptitiously ensured that her next three cards did not help her at all. However he himself only had a pair of fives, and the three substitutes he gave himself were no more helpful than Laura’s. Nevertheless he cried, “Three fives! At least, two fives and a joker. What have you got?”
“Damn!” exclaimed Laura. “Two aces. I’m having the most awful luck!”
Grinning, Josh took her cards and shuffled them into the deck along with his own. Then he picked up his phone. “Hey Zach – want to come over? You’ll never guess – I’ve got Danny’s sister over here and we’re playing strip poker. And she’s losing badly, man… You’ll come? Excellent. See you in five.” He hung up, then dialed another number. “Vinnie! My man! How’s it going? Listen, I need you to come over – I’ve got Danny’s sister here and we’re having a friendly little game of strip poker. Only her brother and my Kelly have bailed on us, so we need more players. You’ll come! Sweet, dude – see you in a few.” He put the phone down and said, “We’ll just give them a few minutes.”
Laura closed her eyes and whimpered unhappily. Things were not going well, not at all well. She wished Danny were still here. She wished she had left with him. But it was too late now – she had forfeited the right to go home until this evening, and heaven knew how she would earn that right back.
Five minutes later, both Zach and Vinnie arrived. She knew them both: Vinnie was a pizza-faced little jerk who used to tease her in middle school, and Zach was an overweight boy from her own class whose foul mouth had earned him many a sharp word from her own tongue.
“Well hello!” said Vinnie nastily as he stared down at her naked body with a greedy look. “Nice cunt. Bald – I like it.”
“Wow, check out that bitch’s cunt!” exclaimed Zach as he rolled into the room. “Not so high and might now, bitch, huh?”
“Woah!” exclaimed a third boy as he entered. This was Kirk, a stoner kid she barely knew. “Awesome!”
“Who invited him?” demanded Laura.
“He was with me,” said Vinnie, “so I brought him.”
“Okay,” said Josh, dealing out five hands. “Now, the stakes for this hand are as follows. If Laura beats all of us, she gets to put her clothes on and leave. Because at the moment, she’s committed to staying here naked until this evening.”
“What about the photos?” asked Laura.
“What photos?” inquired Vinnie.
“I took some photos of Laura earlier as a forfeit. They’re now on their way to a website. But Laura, it’s too late to retrieve them now. You’re playing for your freedom this time. You can quit the game right now, in which case you stay here, naked and with your legs spread just like that, until this evening. Or you can keep playing, and if you win this hand, you get to put your clothes on and go home.”
Laura sighed. “And if I lose?”
“If you lose, we get some more friends over.”
“No way,” said Laura. “I’ll never win if there are more players than this.”
“Well put it this way,” said Josh. “If you quit, then you have to stay like that until this evening, and I can call as many friends as I want and have them come over to visit. Everyone from our class, maybe – how would that be?”
“You wouldn’t!” exclaimed Laura.
“Why not? I’m thinking of throwing a party here this afternoon. I’m sure lots of people will want to come.”
Laura felt trapped. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob. “I don’t want to play any more,” she wailed. “Why are you being so horrible?”
Josh’s grin faded from his face. “All right Laura,” he said. “I’m sorry. I won’t throw a party. Tell you what – how about just two other guys? If you lose, I mean. If you win, you get to go home. If you lose, I call two other guys over. You’ll still have a chance at winning – especially since you’ve been losing so much. The odds just have to swing in your favour soon.”
Laura dried her eyes. “Okay,” she sniffed. “Let me see my hand.”
In this round she got two pairs, which she was quite hopeful about until Vinnie announced his three sevens. So out came the phone again, and ten minutes later there were two more teenaged boys in the room – Jack, a good-looking hunk from the football team, and Louie, a rap star wannabe who said ‘Yo’ a lot.
“It’s getting crowded in here,” said Josh. “Let’s move down to the living room. You might as well leave your clothes here, Laura.”
Naked as the day she was born, Laura morosely went with the boys down to the living room, where they sat her in an armchair with her legs bent over each arm and her bottom half hanging off the front of the chair so that she was practically lying down, with her head on a little cushion at the back of the seat. Her vagina and anus were thus exposed to all the boys, who sat in a little semi-circle around her. Another hand was dealt.
“This time,” said Josh, “if you win, you get to put some clothes on and go home. And I’ll even delete all the photos on the computer and in the camera.”
This sounded too good to be true. “And if I lose?” asked Laura.
“If you lose, you agree to stay here until this evening, naked, with your legs spread, regardless of any future bet.”
Laura was beginning to resign herself to this fate anyway, so this did not seem like much of a difference in her current position. “All right,” she said.
She lost the hand. Five more cards were dealt to each player, and Josh said, “This time, if you win, I’ll delete all the photos on the camera and in the computer, and I’ll promise not to take any more. If you lose, I get to take photos of you simulating sex with me and all my friends. Don’t worry – we won’t fuck you – we’ll just pretend to for the benefit of the camera.”
Laura shook her head. “No,” she said. “It’s worth more to me to quit now. I’d rather not give you pictures of that sort to blackmail me with.”
Josh’s face fell. “What if I evened the odds?” he suggested. “Made this game just between you and me?”
Laura thought about this, then nodded. “Okay,” she said. Then she offered up a silent prayer: please God, let me win this!
Josh dealt, and again Laura lost.
“This can’t be happening!” she complained bitterly, as Vinnie took off his clothes and positioned himself between her legs, with his erect penis pressing against her pussy. Josh took a photo, and then Vinnie was replaced with Louie. And then Louie moved aside for Zach, and then Zach got up off her to make way for Jack, and then Jack got out of the way so that Kirk could have his turn, and then finally Kirk got up and took over the camera so that Josh could pose as if he were having sex with her. Throughout all of this photo session, Laura felt as if she were going to be sick … and she looked it in the pictures.
Josh ran upstairs and uploaded the new pictures, then he came back down. “To earn the deletion of all pictures,” he said, “including those ones, you must win this next hand. If you lose, then … we each get to pose for a photo with our cock actually in your cunt.”
“No way!” said Laura vehemently. “I’m not letting you put your things inside me.”
“The refusal of any bet from now on,” said Josh, “will result in that last set of pictures being emailed to everyone in school – including the teachers.”
“What??” cried Laura in despair. They had her, she knew, and there was no way she was going to be able to escape her fate. She fought back a sob, then said, in a whisper, “All right.”
The cards were dealt, and she lost horribly. Grinning, Vinnie came over, placed his penis at the entrance to her vagina, and slid it inside. Laura looked away and tried to imagine that it was Danny. But Josh said, “Look at the camera, Laura, and smile!”
She looked at the camera, but she could not bring herself to smile. Vinnie pulled out, and Zach took his place. He was so excited that, by the time he got his penis inside her, he actually climaxed, shooting his sperm into her. Laura felt it, but she was becoming too numb to react to these horrors. She merely lay still, staring into space, as all six boys thrust their erections into her vagina and posed for a picture.
“This time,” said Josh, “we’ll delete those photos if you win. If you lose, we get to actually fuck you.”
Laura nodded numbly, and stared at her new cards without really seeing them. She had two pairs, but only noticed one of them, and threw the other three back. Losing the hand came as no surprise. Josh rushed upstairs and fetched his video camera, then he hit record and zoomed in as Vinnie slid his penis into her and began thrusting. Tears rolled down Laura’s cheeks.
It took less than a minute for the boy to come inside her. Groaning with pleasure, he leaned in to kiss her, the zits around his mouth pressing against her lips as he thrust a final couple of times, spurting the last of his semen deep into her vagina. Then he pulled out and got up, and Kirk eagerly took over. His erection slipped inside her easily, well-lubed by Vinnie’s cum. He took a little longer to finish, but soon he, too, climaxed inside her. Then he withdrew, and Jack took a turn. Being more experienced than the others, he took his time, and was actually quite gentle about it, which was a relief to Laura. When he finally pulled out, her vagina was leaking copious quantities of sperm, which slid downwards over her anus and on towards her coccyx.
Louie was next, and he was like a jack-hammer in comparison to Jack. He finished quite quickly. Then came Zach, who had already had an orgasm inside her. He took forever – at least it felt that way to Laura, but in fact it was only fifteen minutes or so. His orgasm did not produce much semen, and in fact more came out coated on his penis.
Finally it was Josh’s turn. He handed the video camera to Kirk, and then slid his cock into her cum-drenched vagina. There was so little friction now that it took him quite a long time to climax, but eventually he added his sperm to the pool, and slid out of her.
The four boys stared for a while at the almost catatonic Laura, watching as their combined sperm oozed out of her and ran down over her anus to drip on to the floor. “Should we let her go now, do you think?” asked Jack.
“The game isn’t finished,” said Josh. “And she stays here until tonight, in any case.”
Laura mumbled something.
“What was that, cum-slut?” asked Josh.
Laura winced at this word, but she said, a little louder, “I need to call my brother and get him to tell my parents I’ll be late home. Otherwise they’ll worry.”
“Uh, okay,” said Josh. “Make it quick though. Use the phone in the kitchen.”
Laura brought her legs down slowly and placed her feet on the floor. It felt good to close her knees at last. Getting up, she hobbled painfully through to the kitchen, followed by the eyes of all the boys who had fucked her. She found the phone, and dialed her brother’s cellphone number. After a moment, a message told her that the cellphone she was dialing was switched off. Despair almost took her.
Kirk came through from the living room and sat down to watch her as she hung up. Should she call her parents? And tell them what? Then, on a sudden inspiration, she dialed Erin’s number.
Erin was writhing with ecstasy on her bed when the phone rang. Her vagina was stuffed full of poo, in the middle of which Sam’s fist was twisting and turning. Picking up the phone seemed like far too much effort – she was having far too much fun – so she ignored it.
But Sam said, “You never know – it might be Vicky, wanting a little female companionship.”
Erin smiled, and shrugged. But the phone kept ringing, so she reached over and picked it up. “Hello?”
”Uh, hi Danny, it’s Laura.”
“Oh, hello Laura,” said Erin. “This is Erin – you’ve got the wrong number.”
”Danny, when you get home I need you to tell Mom and Dad I won’t be home until this evening.”
Erin frowned. Something strange was going on here. “Laura, why are you calling me Danny? What’s going on?”
”Oh, well I just kept losing and losing, and so they’ve got me doing all kinds of stuff. But don’t worry about me – I’ll cope. I won’t be able to get away until this evening, though, so I won’t be home for supper. Apologise to Mom and Dad for me, will you?”
“Laura, I don’t like the sound of this. Who’s got you doing stuff? And what are they making you do?”
”Well, I have to go now. Don’t tell Mom and Dad where I am, okay? Just tell them I met Erin in town and decided to spend the day with her. Bye Danny.”
The phone went dead, and Erin stared at it in puzzlement. Sam eased her fist out of Erin’s cunt, and looked up at her friend expectantly. “That was strange,” said Erin. “I think Laura may be in some kind of trouble. I’d better call Danny and see what the hell’s going on.”
But Danny’s cellphone was switched off, so Erin tried her parents’ house. Mindful of Laura’s words, she made a quick decision. When her father answered the phone, she said, “Hi Dad.”
”Hello Erin! What’s up?”
“Nothing much. Is Danny there?”
”No, he’s out shopping with Laura. I expected him back by now, to be honest. I hope he’s not seeing his reprobate friends.”
“Well actually Dad, Laura’s with me, and Danny’s on his way home. But his cellphone’s switched off and I can’t reach him. Would you be so kind as to get him to call me when he gets in?”
”Uh, sure. But … why is Laura with you?”
“We met up in town and decided to do some girly shopping together.”
”Oh. And why do you want to talk to Danny?”
“Dad! What’s up with you? I feel like I’m being grilled by the Spanish Inquisition!” complained Erin with a laugh of amusement. “Just get Danny to call me, please, okay?”
”Sure. Talk to you later, then.”
“Actually Dad, you’ll see me … tomorrow. We’re going to church.”
“Well I’ll be … really? You and Sam?”
“Yes Dad.”
“Ha! Well I’m glad to see she’s such a good influence upon you. See you in church then!”
“Bye Dad.” Erin put the phone down, and sighed. “Let’s hope Danny calls soon, and we can get to the bottom of this little mystery.”
“In the meantime,” said Sam with a wicked grin, “I’ll get back to the mysteries of this little bottom.” And she slid two poo-lubricated fingers into Erin’s anus.
“Not so little, unfortunately,” said Erin, then she sighed with pleasure as she lay back down into the six-inch deep carpet of poo covering the bed.
Laura stared at the ceiling as fingers probed both her vagina and her anus. Her loss in the latest round of poker had given all the boys free rein to stick their fingers into whichever orifices they wanted, whenever they wanted until she had to leave. She wished they were not so gung-ho about sticking as many fingers as possible into her anus – her poor sphincter was hurting horribly now.
She no longer had any hope of winning. The boys were not even bothering to show her the cards now – they just played her hand for her, and told her that she had lost again. Then they gleefully set about applying the forfeit they had come up with.
When they were tired of fingering her, they dealt another five cards to each player. “This time,” said Josh, “we get to fuck her cunt and ass with carrots, cucumbers and bananas! I believe we have all three in the kitchen somewhere.” A minute later he said, “Oh bad luck Laura – you lose again. To the kitchen, everyone!”
Danny arrived home and crept upstairs to his room. He did not particularly want to deal with his parents – he was not looking forward to explaining why he did not have Laura with her. She was a big girl, of course, and could shop on her own, but Dad was so over-protective…
He had been in his room for just ten minutes when there was a knock on his door. “Come in!” he said.
His father entered. “Erin called half an hour ago,” he said. “I didn’t realize you were home. She wants you to give her a call back.”
“Okay,” said Danny. “Did she say what it was about?”
“No, but she said she had Laura with her. Funny, you all meeting up in town like that.”
“Yes – quite a coincidence,” said Danny, trying not to show his puzzlement. “Thanks Dad – I’ll call her right away.”
He closed the door once his father had left, and then called Erin. “Hello, Erin?”
”Danny! What the hell’s going on with Laura? She called me about half an hour ago and sounded really strange. Is she in trouble? Why aren’t you with her?”
“Oh heck. That doesn’t sound good,” said Danny. “She and I went to my friend Josh’s house, and we started playing strip poker. Laura was kind of losing, but she wanted to stay and keep playing when I had to leave to come home.”
”What the hell was Laura doing, playing strip poker? She’d never do anything like that!”
“Well, she did. She’s got a little more adventurous lately, it seems. Anyway, I think she was hoping to win her clothes back or something, only I guess perhaps she got in a little too deep. I’m a little worried about what’s going on over there, actually, but I daren’t leave the house, what with being grounded and all.”
“Very well then, I’ll go myself. Where does this friend of yours live?”
Danny told her, then said goodbye and put the phone down. He wondered what Laura was doing now, and his erection began to grow…
Sam and Erin’s shower took over an hour, as for the first forty minutes or so the shower head spewed nothing but liquid poo. By the time it turned to water, the bathroom floor was awash with poo, and when they had cleaned themselves thoroughly and stepped out of the shower, they found themselves ankle-deep in the muck again. Eventually they had to rinse off their feet under the tap in the kitchen, having left messy brown footprints on the floor all the way from the bathroom to the kitchen sink.
Sam, heavily pregnant, could only wear a nice loose dress of Erin’s, which failed to cover her panties at the front on account of her bulging belly. Just before she left, she became suddenly desperate to defecate, and filled her transparent incontinence panties to bursting point. Then, rather reluctantly, but at Erin’s insistence, she emptied them out on to Erin’s bed, then took them off and cleaned herself. She put on a string-fronted thong instead.
Erin wore a nanoskirt, beneath which peeped a pair of string-fronted panties, and a see-through tank top with no bra. She and Sam left the apartment and went down to the car park, where Sam nearly climbed into the passenger seat before remembering that it was covered in poo from the night before.
“Oh heck,” she said. “What are we going to do about that?”
“Leave it,” said Erin. “We’ve delayed long enough. We don’t have time to clean up the car.”
She drove them as quickly as possible to Josh’s house, which she found without much difficulty. It was by now more than two hours since Laura had first called Erin. As she got out of the car, Erin’s stomach clenched as she fretted about what she would find. Without bothering to ring the doorbell, she opened the front door and marched straight in, with Sam following just behind her.
Laughter filled the women’s ears as they entered the house. Following the sound, they entered the living room, where ten or eleven boys were clustered around a naked girl who was lying on her back on the seat of an armchair. Her legs were being held wide apart by two of the boys, another boy was holding a bowl piled high with what looked rather like human turds, and yet another boy was pushing a turd into the girl’s vagina. He had got it almost all the way in, and with a final push, it was completely inside.
“That’s two!” yelled one of the boys, and then his excited whoop died in his throat as he noticed Erin and Sam standing in the doorway.
“WHAT IS GOING ON?” screamed Erin.
Instantly all laughter ceased, and all six boys turned to face Sam and Erin.
“Woah!” said one of them, staring at the women’s panties – or rather, their pussies, which were cleaved by thin strings at the front.
“I SAID, WHAT IS GOING ON!” repeated Erin in a furious shriek. But she did not wait for a reply. Turning to Sam, she said, “Call the police, Sam!”
“Hey! There’s no need for that – this is all consensual,” said one of the boys. Erin recognized him – his name was Josh.
“Josh,” she said, “you’re in a shitload of trouble! Consensual or not, Laura’s a minor, so you assholes are all damn well going to prison for this!”
“No,” came a faint whisper from Laura’s lips. “No police. Please Erin.”
“Laura,” said Erin sternly, “get up and go and get dressed. We’re leaving!”
“Should I call or not?” asked Sam, poised at the doorway.
“Yes!” said Erin.
“No!” exclaimed Josh. “If you call the cops, then Laura can kiss her reputation goodbye. Upstairs on my computer are several videos of Laura’s sexual antics, and I’ve attached them to an email which I’m sending to just about everyone I know at school. I haven’t sent the email yet, but if you call the cops, that’s the first thing I’ll do when I go upstairs.”
“Good!” said Erin. “You have photographic proof of your gang-rape of a minor. That should make the court case nice and swift.”
Josh’s face paled.
Laura was getting rather unsteadily to her feet. Bulldog clips dangled from her nipples. “Erin,” she mumbled, “please – don’t call the police. I can’t face all the publicity. I just want to go home and bathe and forget about it all.”
“Erin, we can call the police later,” said Sam. “Let’s just get the poor girl home.”
Erin pursed her lips for a moment, then nodded. She had never really liked her little sister that much, but it gave her a real wrench to see the poor girl so utterly debased. She said softly, “Where are your clothes, Laura?”
“Upstairs,” Laura mumbled, wincing as she pulled the clips off her breasts. “In Josh’s bedroom.”
“I’ll get them,” said Sam. She climbed the stairs carefully, waddling a bit on account of her pregnant bulge, and looked from room to room until she found what was almost certainly Josh’s bedroom, judging by the posters of scantily-clad women on the walls. On the bed were a little dress, a bra, and a pair of panties. She stared at them in surprise – these were all from Mr. Howell’s shop! How on Earth had Laura got hold of them? Shaking her head, she grabbed them along with Laura’s shoes, and then went back downstairs. She handed them to Laura, who put them on slowly.
Erin was about to comment on the skimpiness of Laura’s clothing, but she bit her lip and refrained from commenting. After all, she could hardly criticize, being dressed in a similarly scandalous fashion herself. And in any case, this was hardly the time. She ushered Laura through the front door, then turned and said viciously to Josh, “You’re not going to get away with this – count on it!”
Laura sat in the back seat of the car, next to Sam, who held her hand during the journey. As they got underway, Sam said, “Do you think we should take her straight home, or clean her up first?”
“We can’t take her to my place,” said Erin, “for obvious reasons. We’ll take her home and sneak her inside somehow. How are you doing, Laura?”
For a minute Laura did not say anything. Then she said, “They wouldn’t even show me the cards!” and she burst into tears. Sam pulled the girl into her arms, and held her while her body shook in great, gulping sobs.
“There there,” she said softly. “That’s it – let it all out.”
“Those fuckers,” muttered Erin. “I just want to kill every last one of them. Did you see how many of them there were, Sam?”
Sam nodded. “Poor Laura – you must have had a terrible afternoon.” She stroked the young girl’s hair, to comfort her.
Laura remained silent all the way home, and only spoke again as she was being led by the hand up to the front door. “I’ll go in on my own,” she said. “Thanks for rescuing me – I think I’d have died if I’d been there much longer.”
Both Erin and Sam hugged her, and Erin very much wanted to come in with her, but Laura insisted. “I just want to have a bath and spend some time alone,” she said. “I’ll call you later to let you know I’m okay.” She opened the front door and stepped inside, looking around fearfully for her parents. As she closed the door quietly, she could hear her father in the living room, laughing at some show he was watching, but she was not sure where her mother was.
Wincing in pain, she climbed the stairs slowly, hoping her mother would not suddenly appear from one of the upstairs rooms. Fortunately she made it to the bathroom without being spotted, and she locked herself in with a heavy sigh of relief. She stripped off her clothes, started running her bath in, and then sat down on the toilet. Squeezing her vaginal muscles, she began to squirt poo out of her cunt. Lumps of various sizes landed with a series of splashes in the water below, but much of the fecal matter was still packed tightly deep inside her. She got out what she could with her fingers, and then she flushed the toilet and got into the bath.
It felt so good to soak in the hot water, although at first it stung her nether regions quite painfully. Eventually she drifted off into a kind of trance, emptying her mind of all the horrible things she had experienced. For half an hour she lay there, thinking of nothing, until she was brought back to reality suddenly by a knock on the door.
“Laura? Is that you in there?”
It was her brother. “Go away,” said Laura. How would she ever be able to face him again? When she had betrayed him so badly by letting eleven other boys have sex with her? The thought made tears spring to her eyes, and she started to sob again.
“Laura, talk to me – are you okay? What happened?”
“Danny, please – just go away. I can’t talk to anyone right now.”
“But Laura – my love – I want to help!”
“You can’t help,” she said between sobs. “I … I let you down, Danny.”
“No you didn’t,” Danny replied firmly. “I’ll go back to my room and let you finish your bath in peace, but I want you to know that whatever happened, it’s not going to change the way I feel about you.”
Laura heard his footsteps diminish with distance, and she wiped her eyes. Looking down, she noticed that a brown stain was permeating the water around her pussy. She clenched her vaginal muscles, and several soft, squishy lumps of poo shot out into the water. As she clenched and unclenched over the next couple of minutes, water was sucked into her cunt and forcibly expelled as if she were trying to locomote using jet propulsion. The poo inside her had all softened, and before long she was all but clean inside. The bath water, however, was brown and full of bits of poo, so she pulled the plug, got up, and turned the shower on. After a quick scrub with body wash, she finally felt reasonably clean.
She got out of the shower and toweled herself dry, then she returned to her bedroom, where she put on a t-shirt and a pair of panties (conventional ones this time), and climbed into bed. It was not long before Danny entered. He came over and sat down on the bed next to her.
“How are you feeling, my love?” he asked.
She could not look him in the face. “Okay,” she said with a shrug.
“Laura, you can talk about it or not – that’s your choice. But don’t shut me out. I want to look after you. I love you.”
“You wouldn’t love me if you knew what I’d done,” she said, turning away from him.
He climbed in behind her and put his arms around her. “Yes I would,” he said. “Nothing is going to change how I feel about you.”
Laura said nothing for a moment. Then she said, “They … had sex with me.”
“They? What, Josh and Kelly?”
“Kelly went home. Josh got some of his friends around so we could carry on playing. But then more of his friends came, and more, and more…” Her voice trailed off as more tears came.
“And … they all had sex with you?”
She nodded silently. Then she said, “Face it, Danny – I’m a slut.”
Danny hugged her tightly. “Did you enjoy it? Did you want them to have sex with you?”
“No!” she said with a note almost of vehemence.
“Then you’re not a slut. If they had sex with you against your will, that’s rape, and I’m damn well going to make sure they pay for it. All of them. As for you, I don’t think any less of you at all. In fact, I think you’re incredibly brave. Just because you got taken advantage of, doesn’t mean you’re a bad girl. My poor darling, you must have suffered terribly this afternoon. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone at Josh’s house. This is all my fault.”
Laura turned herself around in his arms, and looked at him in astonishment. Then she said, “Danny, it wasn’t your fault at all! I’m the one who wanted to stay – against your better judgment! I do wish I’d listened to you, though – it was a terrible mistake. I kept losing and losing, and the forfeits kept getting worse and worse, and I felt so trapped, and I couldn’t get out of it, and I couldn’t win any of the hands … and … and…” Her face dissolved into tears again, and Danny held her and rocked her gently. Then, while she still cried, he pulled her panties down, eased her legs apart, and slid his huge erection into her sore vagina.
Laura wrapped her legs around Danny’s back as he fucked her. She was so glad that he still loved her, and gradually her sobs stopped and she began to gasp and moan at the sensation of her g-spot being rubbed by his thick member. When finally he pumped her full of green slime, she welcomed the rush of fluid into her womb, and she hoped desperately that Danny, and not one of the other boys, would get her pregnant.
There was a knock on the door, and Laura’s eyes widened in fear. But Danny slipped out of bed and pulled his jeans up. “Come in,” he said, as he sat down on a chair and pulled his t-shirt down over his crotch. Laura hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“What’s going on in here?” asked Mrs. Moss as she entered the room. “I heard strange noises.”
“Laura’s not feeling well,” said Danny.
“Good grief, you look terrible!” exclaimed Mrs. Moss as she looked at Laura’s face, which was red and blotchy from all the crying she had been doing – not to mention her orgasm.
“I’m okay Mom,” said Laura. “I just feel a bit nauseous. I thought a nap might help.”
“That’s a good idea,” said her mother. “Danny, stop pestering her and let her get some sleep.”
“Sure Mom,” he replied, and he got up and followed her out of the room, pausing at the door to look back and wink at Laura.
Alone again, Laura sighed happily. Already the horrible events at Josh’s house seemed dim and far away, like a bad dream. There was, it seemed, good sex and bad sex … and with Danny she was definitely having good sex. Despite her brother’s comforting words, she still felt like a bad girl – the Bible, after all, was very much against incest – but her love for Danny was becoming so strong that she knew there was no point in trying to ignore it or deny it. Tomorrow at church she would feel like such a hypocrite – perhaps she should wear one of her new dresses from Mr. Howell’s shop, to show that she was a bad girl. Yes, that was a good idea … she did not deserve to dress like a good girl any more – people should be able to look at her and know that she was bad. With another sigh, Laura squeezed her thighs together, trying to reproduce the sensations she felt when Danny made love to her. “I’m a bad girl – such a bad girl,” she whispered.
Back at Erin’s place, Sam and Erin stripped off their clothes, then entered the apartment. “What do you make of Laura’s outfit?” asked Erin. She sat down on the cockroach-infested sofa, and instantly several dozen roaches swarmed over her legs, breasts and belly. A couple even wormed their way into her vagina.
“She’s obviously been to Mr. Howell’s,” said Sam, sitting down next to her friend. She quickly became similarly afflicted with roaches. “I mentioned the store to Danny last night – he must have taken her there today.”
“Why would he do that though?” Erin wondered. “And why would she agree?”
“Whatever bug has bitten us,” said Sam, “must have bitten them too. Maybe this whole exhibitionism thing is contagious – I mean, I seem to have passed it on to you, right?”
“And to Vicky,” agreed Erin. “But Amanda at work wasn’t affected in the slightest, and she’s rather less prudish than my sister. So what gives?”
“Maybe,” said Sam slowly, “it’s something to do with sleep. If Laura fell asleep while we were still at your parents’ house, maybe she had a demon dream and then woke up all frisky?”
“I suppose that’s possible,” conceded Erin, “but Vicky hasn’t slept while we were with her.”
“Well I don’t know,” said Sam with a sigh. “Who can explain anything that’s happened to us? It’s all just so bizarre.”
“Well,” said Erin, “perhaps Trudy will be able to provide some answers tomorrow.”
At that moment there was a knock on the door. “You expecting someone?” inquired Sam.
Erin shook her head, and then she got to her feet. Grinning at Sam, she marched over to the door and opened it wide.
The young woman standing in the corridor gasped in shock, and recoiled a foot or two. “Good grief woman, cover yourself!” she exclaimed.
“What do you want?” asked Erin. She knew the woman: it was her next-door neighbour, Marla. Thirty-ish and quite attractive, Marla was the deputy manager at a clothing store – nothing like Mr. Howell’s, of course, but it was a decent store and Erin had shopped there a few times.
Marla snatched her eyes away from Erin’s shaved pussy, and stammered, “Oh, well I wanted to ask you if you’ve got a problem with cockroaches – in the last couple of days I’ve been having some problems…” Then she glanced past Erin and saw that the floor appeared to be moving. A few roaches scurried past Erin’s feet and dashed along the corridor. “I guess you’re having problems too – and worse than mine!”
“Yes, the little buggers get everywhere,” said Erin. “Why, I even found some in my vagina this morning!”
Marla nearly choked with embarrassment at this revelation. “Well, um,” she said, backing away slowly, “I’ll be getting the landlord up here this evening. “Don’t you worry – we’ll have the roaches gone in no time.” Then she turned and fled back to her own apartment.
Erin closed the door. “That was fun!” she said, laughing. “You should have seen Marla’s face!”
“I’m not so sure that was a good idea,” said Sam. “What happens when the landlord comes in here?”
“He won’t,” said Erin. “I don’t have to let him in.”
“Doesn’t he have keys?” asked Sam. “Couldn’t he come in whenever he wanted?”
Erin nodded. “I guess so,” she said. “But then I could sue him for breach of contract. He won’t try it if he’s smart.”
“All the same,” said Sam, “I’m a little worried that you might get evicted from this place, and that would be just awful. Maybe we should clean up a bit?”
“Aww Sam,” Erin said reproachfully. “Just how do you propose to clean up? There’s so much poo in this apartment, we’d need a dump truck!”
Sam sighed. “I suppose you’re right. But it wouldn’t hurt to have a back-up plan. Maybe we should check out my apartment and see if it’s habitable. I’m kind of curious to see what’s been going on there since I came here.”
“Me too,” said Erin. “Let’s go over there this evening. Chinese for supper?”
Sam smiled, and nodded.
Dinner at the Moss household was surprisingly quiet. Laura was still in bed, and Danny was uncharacteristically pensive. Too often recently he had stormed away from the table in a huff after an argument with his father, but this evening his attitude of sullen rebellion was absent.
“You’re very quiet this evening, Danny,” said his mother. “Are you all right dear?”
“Yes thank you Mom,” he said with a small smile at her.
Mrs. Moss was startled. No sharp retort, no “What’s it to you?” or “Leave me alone” – just a rather polite response such as he had been taught to give from a young age, and used to, regularly, once upon a time. Not quite knowing what to do, Mrs. Moss said, “That’s good then.” She glanced at her husband, who shrugged, looking equally surprised.
“You know, though,” said Danny suddenly, “there’s something I’d like to say.” His parents stopped eating, and looked at him expectantly. “Mom, Dad, I’ve been a real asshole lately…”
“Language, son,” said his father automatically, and then winced. That little dig might spoil what sounded like a promising start to his son’s speech.
But Danny merely said, “Sorry Dad. Okay, I’ve been a bad son lately. You know it and I know it, but it’s taken me until today to feel like I need to do something about it.” He turned to his mother. “Mom, I’ve made you worry a lot. I’ve been paralytically drunk more times than I care to remember, and I’ve stayed out way later than I should have done on numerous occasions. Well I’m very sorry about that. It won’t happen again.” He turned to his father. “You must have been wondering if I’ve been doing drugs, too.”
“Well, the thought had crossed my mind…” said Mr. Moss.
“I have,” said Danny simply, and both his parents gasped. “I’ve smoked a lot of pot, and taken some E, and I even tried speed once.” His mother shrieked.
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Mr. Moss, rising from his chair. “It’s even worse than I feared!”
“I’ll take whatever punishment you feel you have to mete out,” said Danny. “I’m coming clean now because I want to tell you that from now on, I’m through with all that. No more drugs, no more drinking, no more cigarettes, no more staying out late, and no more hanging around with the bunch of losers I used to call friends. I realized today that I’m wasting my youth, and killing far too many of my brain cells with my stupid habits, and I want it all to stop. I want you to stop worrying, and I want you to be proud of me again, as you once were.”
There was a long silence. Finally Mrs. Moss said, “Darling, this is very confusing for us. We’re shocked that you’ve been doing drugs, as you must surely understand, but we’re also glad that you’ve had this sudden change of heart. I’m wondering, though, will it be that easy? Are you not addicted to these things?”
Danny shook his head. “I’ve never been a big smoker,” he said, “but cigarettes will probably be the most difficult to drop. All the same, I believe I can kick my habit, such as it is, in one fell swoop.”
Mr. Moss shifted uneasily in his chair. “Have you, uh, been indulging any other nasty habits that we should know about?”
Danny thought for a moment. “Oh, you mean sex?” He nodded. “You remember Cindy? We had sex a few times. Since then, though, I haven’t had a girlfriend – and no sex either.”
“Good heavens lad, were you careful?” asked Mr. Moss.
“Regrettably, not always,” said Danny with a sigh. “But we were lucky.”
“So,” said Mrs. Moss, “what’s brought about this change of heart?”
Danny leaned his elbows on the table and pressed his fingertips together. “Well,” he said, “I spent this morning with Laura, as you know. And as we talked, I suddenly realized that we’ve both had rather a bad effect on one another.”
“There’s nothing wrong with how Laura’s turned out,” said Mr. Moss, a little sternly.
“Not much,” conceded Danny, “but bear with me. Laura’s never thrown off the strict religious upbringing that you’ve given both of us. She’s well-behaved, she prays to God a lot, she prides herself on being a good Christian. And I’ve reacted against that. Erin and I have grown up with the knowledge that our little sister is the darling of the family – she’s the good one, she’s the favourite, she’s the one you’re most proud of. And while Erin just kind of ignored that and went her own way, I’ve found that harder to do, mainly because I’m so much closer in age to Laura. And so I rebelled, and became essentially the opposite of Laura. You with me so far?”
“Of course,” said Mr. Moss. “This much we’d kind of figured out for ourselves.”
“Right. But perhaps you didn’t notice the effect my rebellion had on Laura. She went from being a sweet, charming, innocent young thing, in love with the world and with a heart as big as an elephant, to being snooty, critical and impatient with other people’s flaws. She maintains her outward appearance of sweetness and innocence, of course, but her pride has become rather monstrous.”
His parents were shocked by this. “I hardly think that’s fair,” began Mrs. Moss, but Danny interrupted him.
“You must have noticed how often she comes to you with tales of my misdeeds,” he said. “She derives a great deal of pleasure from seeing me punished, and she never fails to rub it in when I’m grounded, or have my X-box privileges revoked, or whatever.”
“That is true,” admitted Mr. Moss. “But she’s still a saint compared to…” He broke off uncomfortably.
“I know, I know,” said Danny, nodding. “Compared to me. Well, that’s true enough. But this morning we had a little heart-to-heart chat, and we realized that despite our feuding over the past couple of years, we both still love each other, and we resolved to try to bring out the best in each other from now on. Instead of battling against each other, we’ll help each other to grow as people. Rome wasn’t built in a day, of course, so perhaps there will be relapses, but for my part I intend to give up all my bad habits as of today, and I’d like to spend more time with Laura, and get her to rediscover the tolerance and patience and love for everyone that I’ve caused her to lose sight of.”
“Well, that’s … wonderful,” said Mr. Moss, a little uncertainly. “I’m very glad to hear it.”
Mrs. Moss, by contrast, had tears rolling down her cheeks. She got up from her chair and came around the corner of the table to pull her son’s head into her expansive bosom. “Thank you Danny,” she whispered. “Thank you. And good luck.”
“Thanks Mom,” said Danny in a slightly muffled voice. Then, when his mother finally drew away, he said, “Perhaps it might be best if you don’t make a big deal out of it in front of Laura. Getting her to admit that she wasn’t perfect was hard, and I’d rather she was not put on the defensive again. “If we could all just play it cool, I think things are going to improve dramatically around here. We’ll be a healthy, strong family – like we once were.”
Mr. Moss smiled happily. “Son,” he said, “you said you wanted us to be proud of you again. Well, let me tell you that I am. I’m very proud of you. And if you can stay on the right tracks from now on, I’ll be prouder still.”
“Thanks Dad,” said Danny earnestly. “I won’t let you down again.”
There was a creak on the stairs, and then Laura came into the room, wearing a t-shirt and panties. “What’s going on?” she inquired.
“I was just telling Mom and Dad how I’m going to turn over a new leaf, with your help,” said Danny. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better thanks,” said Laura.
“Aren’t you a little under-dressed?” said Mrs. Moss, noting with disapproval that Laura’s t-shirt was not quite long enough to cover her panties.
“Oh, let the girl be,” said Mr. Moss, with a brief frown of warning at his wife. “Come and sit down, sweetheart, and have some of this delicious pie.”
Laura nodded and took her place at the table, sitting opposite Danny. Her mother piled food on to her plate, and Laura tucked in – she found she was very hungry.
“So Danny,” said Mr. Moss, “will you be coming to church with us tomorrow?”
Danny pulled his foot out of his slipper and extended his leg until his bare toes bumped against Laura’s shins. “I will indeed,” he said. “My attendance there lately has been rather poor, I fear. It’s high time I make up for that.”
“Excellent,” said Mr. Moss, pleased. “I believe Reverend Sharp will be covering the subject of temptation in her sermon. I must say she’s turning out to be an excellent minister. I know I was rather skeptical about the idea of a woman taking old Reverend Bassett’s place, but she certainly has a unique perspective on things, and now that I think of it, Gerry Bassett’s sermons tended to lack a certain … edge. Trudy, on the other hand, always makes me think, and that’s a fine quality…”
He droned on, as Danny’s foot crept up Laura’s legs and then pushed between her knees. She looked across the table at him with wide eyes, but he was looking at his father with rapt attention. Her cheeks flushing slightly, Laura parted her knees and shuffled forward in her chair so that her crotch was right on the edge of the seat. She tried to eat with apparent unconcern while Danny’s bare toes stroked her pussy through her panties, but it was not easy. She surreptitiously reached down and pulled her gusset to one side of her pussy, and then resumed eating, trying hard not to gasp when her brother’s big toe actually slid completely inside her vagina.
“Now last Sunday’s sermon,” continued Mr. Moss, “was a very interesting analysis of Old Testament prophecies and their relevance in today’s society. Now most people probably think that they referred simply to events that unfolded later in the Bible, but not Trudy! She certainly showed us a thing or two about the dangers of making such assumptions.” He chuckled. “Now I don’t imagine that Gerry would have such original thoughts on the subject…”
And on he went, while Danny slowly fucked Laura with his big toe and caressed her clitoris with two of his smaller toes, which were pressing against her clitoral hood and making small circles as he slid his big toe in and out of her cunt. It was a tricky manoeuvre, and tiring, but Laura was greatly appreciating it. Unfortunately, her heavy breathing and flushed cheeks soon attracted her mother’s notice.
“Are you feeling unwell again, dear?” she asked in concern.
“I’m okay,” said Laura, trying not to pant. “A little dizzy, perhaps.”
“Then you should probably go back to bed,” said her father. “I do hope you’ll be well enough to come to church tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t miss it!” said Laura with an excited squeak. Then she shuddered as her orgasm set fire to her loins and sent waves of pleasure cascading throughout her entire body.
“Are you cold, dear?” asked Mrs. Moss.
“No – I’m okay,” said Laura. She pulled herself together and began to dig into her food again. “I feel much better actually. So what are we doing this evening?”
“I rented a movie,” said Mr. Moss. “It’s called Left Behind. It’s about the Rapture and what happens on Earth after all the good Christians are taken away to heaven. Sounds very interesting – it was recommended to me by Don Fields.”
“I’d like to watch that,” said Laura.
“You need to get back to bed,” said Mrs. Moss sternly.
“Oh please Mom – I feel much much better!” said Laura.
“Let her watch it if she feels up to it,” said Mr. Moss. “Danny, can I interest you in it?”
“I’d be happy to watch it with you all,” said Danny, smiling happily as he withdrew his sticky big toe from his sister’s vagina and stuck his foot back in his slipper.
After the dishes had been washed and dried, and the leftovers put away in the fridge, Mr. and Mrs. Moss sat down together on the sofa while Danny settled into one of the armchairs. Laura was about to join her parents on the long sofa, but Danny deftly pulled her into his lap. She smiled down at him, but her eyes showed her anxiety.
“Aren’t you a little old to be sitting on Danny’s lap?” observed Mr. Moss with some amusement.
“I don’t mind,” said Danny. “It kind of brings back memories of times when we were closer and had less to argue about.”
“Well I for one am thrilled that you two are getting on so well now,” said Mrs. Moss. “Shall I dim the lights, do you think, for a bit of atmosphere while we watch the movie?”
“Sure,” said Mr. Moss.
As the movie got underway, Danny very slowly and carefully unzipped his jeans and fished out his penis. Laura’s weight on top of his lap made this quite difficult, but she helped a bit by putting her hands on the arm-rests and lifting herself up slightly. Their parents, wrapped up in the movie, did not notice anything amiss, even when Danny pulled Laura’s panties aside and eased the tip of his erection into her vaginal opening. Soon he was buried as far as the depth of Laura’s cunt would allow, and Laura settled back into his lap, slowly undulating her hips as she savoured the sensation of her brother’s thick penis stretching and completely filling her vagina.
For the next hour and a half, they enjoyed the slowest fuck imaginable. In order to prevent their parents from noticing anything, they coupled like tortoises, gently bucking against each other with almost painful slowness. Finally, as the credits rolled, and Mrs. Moss turned up the lights, Danny reached his climax, and from the end of his penis gushed a veritable torrent of the green slime which his sperm had unaccountably mutated into.
“What did you think?” asked Mr. Moss, turning to Danny and Laura.
“Well,” said Danny, fighting to maintain his composure as green slime continued to spurt from his penis into his sister’s womb, “it was interesting…”
“Uh-huh,” said Mr. Moss. “I thought it was lousy. If they’re going to make a film about such an important subject, they should at least make a good job of it. But who the hell …” he looked at the DVD box, “…is this Kirk Cameron guy? What an abysmal actor!”
“I’m relieved to hear you say that,” said Danny, as his penis finished unloading slime into Laura’s body and began to soften. “I didn’t want to criticize it if you loved it.”
“I enjoyed it,” said Laura. “But yeah, I guess the acting wasn’t all that great.”
“Well I thought it was a wonderful movie!” said Mrs. Moss, looking around at them all with some annoyance. She got to her feet. “I’m off to bed – you can ridicule it to your heart’s content, but it was an important movie, with a message that this whole country should pay heed to!”
Once she had left, Danny hoped that his father would follow, but Mr. Moss merely stopped the DVD and then began to channel-surf. Not daring to get up, Laura stayed where she was, and Danny was unable to withdraw his penis in order to put it away.
“Are you going to stay that way all evening?” asked Mr. Moss ten minutes later. “You must be terribly uncomfortable by now, Danny.”
“No, I’m fine,” said Danny nonchalantly. “But aren’t you uncomfortable Laura?”
“No I’m quite comfy thanks,” said Laura.
After what seemed like an eternity, although it was more like half an hour, Mr. Moss got up to go to the toilet. As soon as he had left the room, Laura sprang up off Danny’s lap and pulled her panties back across her vagina, just as green slime began pouring out of her. It quickly soaked the material and began dripping through.
“Oh heck,” said Danny, as he zipped up his jeans. “I’ll grab a Kleenex.”
“Danny, what is this green stuff?” asked Laura as Danny returned with a couple of tissues. “None of the other boys today had green stuff, so I’m a bit worried about you.”
“I can’t explain it,” said Danny. “It was normal-looking until last night – I don’t know why it’s green now, or why there’s so much of it. Hey, what’s up with your belly?”
Laura pulled up her t-shirt and noticed with some consternation that her abdomen looked rather swollen. “Oh no,” she said, “do you think I’m pregnant?”
“You can’t be pregnant just a few hours after we’ve had sex,” said Danny. “It takes a while for the little sperms to swim all the way up to your egg. And even if they had fertilised the egg already, you wouldn’t be showing for at least a couple of months.”
“Oh,” said Laura, looking down at her belly in puzzlement. “I tend to bloat a bit just before my period, but I only came off my period last week, so that can’t be it. Maybe it’s just gas.”
Danny stooped down and wiped up a bit of slime from the carpet. “Well, shall we go upstairs and get ready for bed?” he suggested.
Laura smiled shyly. “Are you going to make love to me again tonight?” she asked.
“Aren’t you sore?” asked Danny.
“Yes,” Laura admitted, “but when you’re inside me, it feels so good that the pain just kind of goes away.”
“Hush,” said Danny softly. “Dad’s coming back.” Then, “I’m off to bed,” he said in a louder voice. “Night Laura, night Dad.”
“Goodnight,” said Mr. Moss. “I think you should go to bed too, Laura. You look like you need an early night.”
“I think you’re right Dad,” said Laura, and she kissed her father on the cheek. “Good night.”
“Good night, precious,” he said with a smile.
At that very moment, Sam and Erin were cautiously opening the door to Sam’s apartment. A couple of rats darted out into the corridor, along with a good many cockroaches and one or two large centipedes. The two women hastily entered and closed the door, then they surveyed the living room, bereft of words.
It was almost unrecognizable. The floor was invisible beneath a seething mass of cockroaches, which were being fed upon by a host of rats, thousands of which were scuttling hither and thither, trying to eat on the run lest they themselves be overwhelmed by the insects. The walls were covered in cockroaches, centipedes, and (and this more than anything else freaked the women out) spiders of huge proportions, which were also gorging on the roaches.
Cockroaches were already swarming up Sam’s and Erin’s legs, and the insects were followed by rats, which dug into the women’s flesh with their little claws. Erin squealed, but Sam merely hurried towards her bedroom, while the roaches wormed their way past her string-fronted panties and into her vagina, or crawled into her tank-top and were pursued even there by a couple of rats. Another rat followed a cockroach into the back of her panties, and nosed between her buttocks in its search for the errant insect.
With every step, Sam sank ankle-deep in roaches, but as she entered her bedroom, she found the depth of insects growing greater and greater. Soon, however, she realized that this was not because there were more roaches – it was because the roaches were swarming all over a growing depth of squishy stuff that Sam guessed (correctly) was poo. The crack in the wall was gaping wide, and a huge pile had built up in front of it. A hand, thrust into the pile, revealed what had happened: poo had been oozing out of the crack, and it had by now covered the entire floor of the room. In the far corners of the room, it was only a couple of inches deep, but in front of the crack it was almost four feet in depth. Of course, none of the poo was actually visible – the roaches were too numerous and provided total coverage.
Turning back, and dangling a couple of rat tails from the back of her panties, Sam returned to the living room, where Erin was staggering about, trying to pull a rat by the tail out of her vagina.
“Just leave it,” said Sam, raising her voice so it could be heard over the noisy hiss of the constantly-moving roaches. “So do you think you could bear to live here if you had to move out of your place?”
“I think I’d find it very difficult!” replied Erin. “Could you imagine trying to sleep? I honestly think we would die here if we lay down for even a minute.”
Sam nodded. “I’m inclined to agree,” she said. “Damn, I need to poop again. Let’s get back to your place.”
Once their parents had gone to bed, Danny crept through to Laura’s room and climbed into bed with her. He was pleasantly surprised to find her completely naked. He kissed her softly, then took off his pajamas. Kissing her again, he positioned himself on top of her, between her legs. Then he took hold of her knees and brought them up to either side of her chest, pressing them down so as to rotate her entire pelvic region upward and backward.
“What are you doing, Danny?” asked Laura in a whisper as she felt him slip two fingers into her vagina.
“I’d like to try something new,” he whispered back, and he rubbed some of his slime over her anus. Then he pressed the tip of his giant member against her anal sphincter, and pushed.
“The boys at Josh’s house did this to me,” said Laura. “Lots and lots of times. I hated it … but I know you’ll make it wonderful somehow.”
Slowly and carefully, with frequent pauses for re-lubing, Danny eased himself further and further, inch by inch, into Laura’s rectum. In just a few minutes, he had inserted himself completely, for the first time buried up to the hilt inside his sister’s body. “Oh man,” he whispered, “this feels so incredible…”
Laura hugged Danny tightly. Her anus was hurting a lot, but it did feel kind of nice to have her darling Danny doing so gently what those other boys had done so roughly early today. As Danny started thrusting, she bit her lip and squeezed her brother’s shoulders tightly. After a while, she began to relax, and as her anus unclenched, she began to enjoy the sensation of Danny’s well-lubricated cock sliding back and forth, in and out of her rectum, and she discovered that if she bore down, as if she were doing a ‘number two’, the pain almost disappeared.
“Oh yes Danny,” she murmured, “yes, do it to me … do it hard … pound my ass with your big … thing.” As her pleasure mounted, she began to warm to the theme. “I love to feel you having sex with my ass, my darling. Sodomise me, Danny … sodomise your little sister … pound my ass hard … squirt your lovely green juice deep into my ass…”
As she talked, Danny’s excitement reached new heights, and it was not long before he was indeed squirting half a pint of his green slime deep into Laura’s bowels. He shuddered with ecstasy, pumped a few more times, and then collapsed on top of her.
“Wow my love,” he panted, “you were talking dirty!”
“Yes, I’m a very naughty girl,” said Laura. Then, as Danny slid off her to one side, she turned herself so that she was lying on her side, facing away from him. Danny’s penis rotated inside her rectum, and thus he stayed inside her, cuddling up to her back, while he quickly drifted off to sleep…
It was late. Erin and Sam arrived back at Erin’s apartment, and after brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they climbed on to the bed and sank at once into the thick covering of poo. There seemed no point in covering themselves with sheets now – they simply piled the poo on top of each other so that it covered them like a blanket, and then they dozed off to sleep.
An hour or so later, Sam’s anus opened and another sixty feet or so of poo emerged, piling up around and over her bottom. And she dreamed, but not of demons. This time she dreamed that she was giving birth, and out of her vagina came a huge green slug, twice as big as a human baby. It was so huge that it tore open the piece of flesh dividing her vagina from her anus, creating one huge hole, through which the slug slowly passed. Then, when it was completely out of her, it turned around and slithered slowly up to her chest, where it chomped down and started eating her breast. Strangely, this seemed normal to her, and when it had finished eating her left breast she guided its mouth to her right breast, and the slug began to eat that breast too…
Erin dreamed that she was being raped – not by hideous demons, but by the handsome man who had transformed from a demon before her very eyes. And he impregnated her with lots of little eggs, which immediately started growing inside her. And instead of being frightened, she patted her growing belly lovingly, looking forward to the moment when thousands of little white worms would hatch and eat their way out of her…
On the other side of town, Laura dreamed too. She dreamed that she was at school, eating lunch in the cafeteria, and the boy sitting next to her started taking her clothes off. She objected, but he kept on taking her clothes off until she was completely naked. Everyone in the cafeteria – the students, the catering staff, and the teachers – all of them were laughing at her, and those nearest her were poking and prodding at her. Then she was pulled to the ground, and one by one, all the boys in the cafeteria had sex with her. Then all the male teachers came and had sex with her too. Then she was picked up and put on a table, and bits of food were shoved into her vagina and up her anus. Then she was presented with a jug full of boys’ sperm, and she was made to drink it. And then she was thrown on to the floor again, and all of the boys and all of the girls and all of the teachers came over, and squatted over her, and pooped on her…