

Follows on from Stripchase:

Aftermath....read Stripchase first for background.

Late August.

For the rest of that week and part of the next Emma and Duncan hardly spoke to each other.

Their parents noticed of course but reasoned that whatever little spat had led to this would soon fade into history and the twins would be back to their usual, inseparable, habits.

Mr & Mrs Pearson had no idea, of course, that Duncan had participated in a game which ended up with his sister being forcibly stripped naked and then touched up by three other boys. That particular fact was only known to a handful of people - the three other boys and the Pearson twins.

Eventually it was Duncan who decided to break the deadlock.

Creeping into Emma's bedroom late one night, long after their parents had gone to bed, he woke her up.

Emma turned on her bedside light and sat up in bed bringing her knees protectively up to her chest as she did so.

"What do you want Dunc?"

"It wasn't my fault Emma, you mustn't blame me forever."

"Well you didn't do anything to stop them. You helped to hold me down while they stripped me and you watched when they touched me."

"Yeah I know but it wasn't my fault - really it wasn't."

"Go back to bed Dunc, I'll talk to you in the morning."

With that Emma shut off the light and scooted back under her covers making any further conversation impossible.

Duncan went back to his own room and spent most of the rest of the night going over the events of the previous week and that day in particular.

He knew that he should have tried to help his sister but she had turned it into a boys against girls thing and anyway, she agreed to the game in the first place. Even if he had wanted to help, which he realised he probably did, there was no way he could have stood up to all three of them - especially Chris, the older boy. No, whichever way he thought it through he knew it wasn't his fault and his sister needed to realise that.

At the same time Emma lay awake in her own bed, also going through the events of that day.

Deep down, whilst she knew that the boys had gone too far, far too far, she also knew that she had agreed to the game and would have been mightily disappointed if she had won and not seen them naked. She was still angry that Duncan had helped to beat her but she knew that he was probably right - it really wasn't his fault.

Emma dropped off to sleep sometime after dawn and was awakened only a couple of hours later by the sound of her father leaving the house and slamming his car door the way he always did.

Instantly her mind was back to the subject in mind and she knew that it would be pointless to try and go back to sleep.

She silently got up and went to the bathroom.

When she had finished in there she went to the top of the stairs to listen for the usual sounds of her mother busying herself about the house so that she could be sure where mum actually was and what she was likely to be doing.

Once satisfied that mum was probably in the kitchen having a cup of coffee whilst watching the breakfast news programme Emma slipped into Duncan's bedroom.

Closing the door behind her she watched her brother sleeping. How could he sleep under the circumstances?

She went over to his bed and as she sat on the edge he came awake.

"Emma, what time is it?"

"It's about 7.45 - dad's just left for work. Get up we need to go out somewhere where we can talk about this."

With that she left the room and went to her own room to dress.

By the time that Duncan appeared downstairs Emma was halfway through her breakfast.

"My, another early riser - good morning son" said Mrs Pearson.

Duncan got himself his usual breakfast cereal and eat it in silence. As he finished Emma asked their mother if it was alright for them to go out for an early morning walk. A smile crossed Mrs Pearson's lips as she realised that whatever feud had been there was now dwindling away.

"Certainly, what time will you be back and where are you going?"

"We'll be back before lunch mum, we'll only be up on the edge of the moor where we normally go."

With that the twins left before any more questions came their way.
They trudged up the hill in relative silence and only when they were finally well out of earshot of the local houses did Emma start to speak.

"I know that it wasn't really your fault Dunc, but I can't help thinking that you should have at least tried to help me."

"What could I have done against the three of them" he wailed

"And it might not have been so bad if you hadn't helped them to strip me and if you hadn't watched when they touched me - that was really weird - to have boys, including one I didn't know, touching me like that whilst my brother simply watched. You even looked like you were enjoying it."

"I wasn't honest - not that your not pretty or anything but I knew I should have done something else."

"Thanks for the pretty bit - maybe it doesn't really matter."

Duncan was quiet for a moment.

"Emma, if you had won the game would you have wanted us to strip?"

"Of course"

"Even me?"

"Yeah you were part of their team."

"And you would have looked at me huh?"

"Well yeah I s'pose so."

"So the only thing I did that you wouldn't do is watch the boys touch you?"

"Well yeah I s'pose so."

"Emma, if you thought that you would win, would you play that kind of game again."

It was Emma's turn to be quiet for a moment.

Finally she broke her silence.

"Yeah maybe I might, I think, if the odds were fairer and not so many boys to make me do stuff I didn't want."

"Emma, if I strip for you will you let me see you again?"

Another silence.

"Depends" she finally said.
"On what?"

"Well, you gotta promise not to tell anybody and you gotta go first."

"OK Emma, that's fair."

"Go on then, do it now."

"Not here Emma, it gets too busy. We'll do it at home later when mum goes shopping."

"OK"

After lunch the twins lounged around watching TV for a while. Sure enough, at about 2.30 mum came in and announced that she was going shopping and did they want her to get anything specific. No thanks mum came the reply and a few minutes later the twins watched through the window as her car pulled out of the drive.

Without speaking they both dashed up the stairs.

"Your room or mine?" Emma asked as they reached the landing.

"Mines bigger"

They headed into Duncan's bedroom.

Emma sat on the bed.

"Go on then, strip"

"I can't do it just like that Emma"

She stared at him defiantly.

Duncan bit his lip, built up his courage and started by kicking off his trainers. Socks were next and then he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

He stood there for a minute but Emma's determined look quickly encouraged him to unzip his jeans, undo the popper and slowly slide them down his legs.

He stepped out of them and stood there in his briefs. White cotton briefs.

"OK now your turn" he said to Emma.

She shook her head.

"The agreement was that I would let you see me again if you stripped first Dunc."

Turning his back on his sister he pushed the waistband of his briefs down past his thighs and then let them fall to the floor. Once again he stepped out of them and slowly, looking over his shoulder first, he turned to face his sister.

Now, up until the previous year the twins had regularly taken baths together and, frankly, Duncan didn't look much different now to what he had done then. None of the gentle development that had started in Emma had yet started in Duncan and what stood before her was an 11 year old child.

But he had done what he promised and now it was her turn.

Standing up Emma undid and removed her jeans. She was already barefoot having taken off her trainers and socks as soon as she came home for lunch. She noticed Duncan staring at the pink panties that she was wearing.

Next she reached down and pulled her t-shirt off over her head to reveal the same little girl breasts that Duncan had seen the week before. He noticed that whilst she really didn't have any breasts as such she did have very apparent nipples.

Finally and with a flourish that belied her nervousness she quickly pulled her panties down and off.

The twins stood a few feet apart simply looking at each others bodies. It was Emma who broke the silence first.

"Have you seen any other girls like this?"

"What, you mean without clothes and stuff?"

"Yeah. Have you done this before with any other girls."

"No way"

"Would you like to?" Emma asked

"Maybe, who?"

"I think Suzi would strip if you stripped for her. She wears a bra already."

"I dunno, what if she tells or something?"

"She won't tell. She's my friend. Do you want me to ask her?"

"Ok".

With that the twins dressed and went their separate ways. Duncan to play on his Playstation and Emma to email her friend.

As far as computers and the internet was concerned neither child was particularly well versed. They were doing IT at school of course but they hadn't really had time to explore the internet properly. Duncan had managed to find a few easy access sites with pictures of girls about his age wearing underwear or bikinis but nothing more revealing. About the same time Emma had discovered the joys of email and, to a limited extent, chat rooms.

They each had their own computer, networked so that they could share files and play games against each other, and that effectively meant that the kids could be online whenever they wanted.

Emma quickly sent off an email to Suzi - sooziwoozi was her email name - asking her to meet up on MSN Messenger as soon as possible. Emma then connected to Messenger and left it running in the background whilst she wandered round other sites for a while.

Soon enough the computer pinged to let her know that Suzi, or one of her other friends, had signed into Messenger. It was Suzi.

Despite the fact that the two girls saw each other almost every day they always seemed to have plenty to chat about. Today appeared to be no different except that they hadn't had a chance for a proper long chat since the day that Emma played that game of stripchase.

Today Emma finally decided to tell her friend what had happened that day. For once Suzi was almost silent on the end of the line. So much so that every now and then Emma would type a message to ask if she was still there.

Emma didn't go into great detail about the events leading up to the end of the game but she did describe the way her clothes were taken from her and the way the boys touched her before giving them back to her.

Suzi was shocked and surprised, not least that she had decided not to tell her parents.

Then Emma went on to describe the way in which Duncan and she had stripped for each other and Suzi was even more shocked.

Then Emma just asked outright.

"So would you like to see Duncan strip then?" was typed up on the screen.

Nothing. No response.

"Hellooooo..........are you still there?"

"Yes I'm here."

"Well I reckon I can get my bro to strip for you as long as you will strip for him. What do you think?"

"What if he tells about it at school Emma?"

"Duncan won't tell and besides we will have seen him strip too."

"Maybe. I'll think about it" and with that Suzi signed off.

Emma went out to report the conversation to Duncan.

"Emma did you have to just come right out and ask her? She might tell somebody you know and then we'd be for it."

Emma ignored him. Told him not to be silly and went back to her computer.

When she next signed on there was an email from Suzi.

All it said was

"OK but he has to go first."

She printed out the email and went back to Duncan.

"You on then or are you gonna chicken out?" she asked.

"No. I'll do it" he replied.

Emma did the arranging. The event was to take place at the Pearson house on Saturday morning when mum and dad always went out to do the big weekly shop.

Saturday came and Suzi arrived just as Mr & Mrs Pearson were leaving. They greeted the child that they had known since she was a toddler and with the usual warnings about no mess and being good, climbed into the car and went.

The three trooped upstairs together.

"OK" said Emma "are you guys ready?"

"I am if he is" came back Suzi "He has to go first though."

They went into Duncan's bedroom and he went through the same routine as previously. Off came his trainers and socks, followed closely by his t-shirt and then he shrugged out of his jeans. Once again he turned his back on the girls to remove his white cotton briefs and once again he then slowly turned around to display himself to his audience.

Emma was watching Suzi who was looking Duncan carefully up and down.

"Your turn" said Duncan to Suzi.
Suzi looked at Emma who nodded her encouragement.

Suzi kicked off her trainers and took off her socks in much the same way as Duncan had. Next she tugged her sweatshirt over her head to reveal a plain white blouse.

She slowly unbuttoned the blouse and as she did so Duncan caught the occasional glimpse of the promised bra underneath. Hesitantly Suzi allowed her blouse to slip backwards off her shoulders and she stood there for a moment displaying an almost redundant bra.

Unlike the Pearson twins Suzi was wearing jeans with a button fly and she slowly undid each button before pushing the garment off her hips, down past her knees and finally stepping out of them.

Once again she stood there on display, this time wearing a white bra and matching white panties.

Once again she looked at Emma and once again Emma encouraged her to get on with it.

Reaching up to the front opening clasp of her bra she undid it and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing as she did so ever so slight mounds of flesh with slightly dark nipples adorning them.

Finally, and almost in slow motion, she pushed her panties down and, once they reached the floor, stepped out of them.

Duncan was looking her up and down when he suddenly realised.

"She has hair"

"Where" said Emma peering at her friends crotch.

Sure enough, just above her otherwise bare little slit, were half a dozen dark brown hairs curling upwards away from the flesh.

The revelation that Emma didn't have any hair yet was almost as important as far as Suzi was concerned and she promptly demanded that Emma strip too cos that would be fair.

Emma wasn't sure of the logic but wasn't overly concerned and promptly discarded her clothes as requested.

The three 11 year olds stood in an awkward triangle looking at each others bodies and occasionally pointing out some aspect or other to the other two.

Eventually they got bored with their inspections and dressed.

Summer ended with the recommencement of school, at least that's what it felt like to the twins. They quickly fell back into the early morning awakenings and the greeting of their friends at the pick up point followed by the slow and laborious trip into school itself.

A day of lessons and the process was repeated in reverse leaving Emma and Duncan trudging back up the hill to home at around 3.45 each afternoon.

For the first week there was nothing different or unusual and then one Tuesday lunchtime Jerry plopped himself down on the desk next to Duncan and asked

"Is it true that Emma got naked and fucked 6 boys up on the moor?"

"No Way!"

"Well that's what they're saying."

"Who?"

"Not sure really but everybody is talking about it."

Duncan hurried off to find his sister who he soon found in a huddle with Suzi and besieged by a group of boys asking her to get her tits out and a smaller but equally noisy group of girls calling her names like slut, whore etc.

Pushing through the crowd he reached Emma and, gathering her as protectively as he could, led her out of the immediate affray and back to their tutor room.

Once inside he had Jerry and Suzi shut the door and hold it shut.

Emma was close to tears. Obviously one or other of the boys from the game had told somebody and it had been passed on gaining detail and speed as it did. Now she was not the victim but a willing participant.

Suzi came up with the idea first.

"Hey, if we four all say the same thing then they have to believe us. We can just say that we were together that whole afternoon and that nothing happened. If you want we could say that one of those boys tried it on but that you told him to get lost."

Jerry seemed to come awake at that.

"Wait up, do you mean its true? There really are boys that Emma fucked or what?"

It was Duncan who replied before anybody else.

"Of course not Jerry. If you back us up with this I'll tell you exactly what happened, but you have to promise to keep quiet about it forever."

"Fine by me" said Jerry "so what's the story?"

"There is no story" said Suzi "after the picnic we all hung round together until it was time to go home and then we walked back home together. That's it. After a while everybody will just believe that those idiots are liars as well as morons."

So that's what they did. They went back out into the lunchtime bustle, separated and proceeded to put their side of the story to anybody that cared to listen.

By the Thursday the rumour had been pretty much quashed and on Friday Chris, the ringleader from the moor, came to find them.

"What the fuck have you been saying slut?" he yelled at Emma

"Nothing, why?"

Much yelling later he stormed out and it took a few days for the story to filter back down to the lower years. By this time the story had evolved somewhat and had the mighty Chris being given the brush off by some measly 11 year old.

Within a couple more weeks both stories had disappeared into history and all returned to normal. Well nearly all. Jerry still wanted to know exactly what happened.

One rainy Sunday afternoon in early October the four gathered together in the small barn that served as a glorified junk store at Jerry's house.

Every area has its occasional rich peoples and Jerry's family took on that role here.

Apart from a large rambling house there were several acres of land, outbuildings and, the crowning glory, a pool. Not a very big pool, but a pool none the less. That marked them out as rich!

Anyways, back to the story.

The four children sat together on one side of the barn. Suzi had heard most of the story before but probably not in detail and Jerry had demanded detail.

Between them Emma and Duncan went through the entire afternoons events. Detailing the game, each round and then the eventual stripping and touching of Emma.

When they finished telling their story there was a hushed silence which Jerry finally broke.

"What was it like being naked in front of the boys Emma?"

"I'm not really sure. I was scared at the time but thinking back it wasn't such a big deal."

"Have you ever stripped in front of people before?

"Well, no ............"
Jerry noticed the hesitation and then the look that past between the other three.

"C'mon guys, we're all friends tell me what's going on."

Emma looked at Duncan and got a gentle nod. Suzi appeared more reluctant but also nodded and so Emma explained that since then she and Duncan and Suzi had got naked together just to look - no touching or anything.

"Will you do it for me?" asked an eager Jerry.

Surprisingly it was Suzi who said

"Only if you strip first and if you promise never to tell anybody else ever."

Naturally Jerry agreed and before anybody considered arranging an alternative time or place, he stood and pulled off his sweater, unbuttoned and shook off his shirt and then, kicking his trainers across the room undid and shimmied out of his jeans.

He quickly stooped to get rid of his socks and stood there in a pair of striped boxers.

"Well" he said "will that do?"

"No" Suzi instantly replied "Get naked or don't bother."

Jerry looked around the group of faces. Stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and in one quick movement pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and did a "ta ra" sound before coming to stand, hands on hips, right in front of Suzi.

"Your turn guys" he said to nobody in particular before backing off to sit back down where he had been before.

Emma was the first to stand but she was joined quite quickly by Duncan and then Suzi.

Moments later Jerry had a trio of naked bodies stood before him.

For a while they all stood in a kind of circle just looking at each other and then Jerry said

"But you never touch huh"

"No" they chorused.

"Ok"

The End.

