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~Kris, of KrisnJamie

Background:

Kris (short for Kristen) and her twin brother Jamie are 13 years old. They are about to move house and set up home some 30 miles from the area where they grew up. This is the tale of how Jamie came up with an interesting money making idea.

Fundraising:

My brother Jamie has always been bright and quick to take opportunities that arise. He is tall, for his age at least, blonde and blue eyed. I have always been his little sister as he was born a whole 20 minutes before me.

We grew up together in a relatively small market town in the West Country of England. Most of our friends and playmates were boys although I did keep in touch with a few girls from school. Around the area where we lived there were no girls of my age.

So I grew up as a tomboy, playing cowboys and riding bikes and beating some of the lads at football. Despite the fact that I was quite able to take care of myself Jamie always looked out for me and got very protective when things went wrong.

By the time we were 13 though some differences had started to become apparent. I had started my periods at 12 and had developed small but definite breasts. Hormones had kicked in and I would moon over the posters of whoever was the idol of the day. Jamie, on the other hand, had only recently started to notice girls and our limited conversations on the subject tended to revolve around him asking me which girls he should think of "asking out". Of course, most of my school friends wouldn't even look at him - despite the blonde hair and blue eyes they all wanted older, wiser and preferably wealthier.

As we started our summer holidays that year mum and dad announced that we were moving house.

We were dumbstruck. We had lived in the same place since we were 3 and all our friends were nearby or at least at the same school. Now we would be moving to a rural community in Cornwall with a new school and a new opportunity to make friends, as my father so confidently put it.

It was all to do with my fathers work and his need to be in a more central position for the area that he had to cover as part of that work. There was no question of us having a say, the house had been seen and the purchase was underway.

Within a few days we were told the day of the move. We had one week to pack and say goodbye to our friends. It was at that time that Jamie had his big idea.

I remember him outlining the plan to me over breakfast one morning. Mum and dad had both left for work and we were lazily eating toast and thinking about doing as little as possible. I also remember telling him that he was a complete pervert, that I would kill him if he tried to go ahead and that it wasn't going to happen.

The plan was simple, brilliant, foolproof and sure to make money but I was having none of it.

Apparently a number of his mates, and mine come to think of it, had expressed an interest in seeing me in a bikini or bra and panties, or even topless if it could be arranged. It seems that since I was less of a regular with the local crowd I had become the subject of sexual daydreaming instead.

What Jamie suggested was that I put on a bit of a strip show for the boys. I only had to dance around a bit and strip off to my bra and panties and he would charge £2.50 per head. We would split the takings evenly and he would be on hand to make sure nothing happened that I didn't want. The next bit was what made me throw my toast at him.

After I had stripped down to my undies he would offer the chance for me to sit on laps for 1 minute at a time for an extra 50p and then maybe offer the chance to watch me take off my bra for a further £2.50.

I didn't wait for him to explain the other money making ideas I just told him that he was washing up and I stomped off to my room.

I lay on the bed and put some music on, something peaceful and calming - Queen I think!

After a while I thought through his idea. Most of the boys would have seen me in a bikini the previous year and there wasn't much difference between a bikini and bra and pants. None of them would see me again after we moved and I wouldn't have to go back to that school either. I could see where Jamie was coming from.

I went back downstairs and found him up to his elbows in soapy water. I asked how many and who he had in mind, where it would happen and how I would be able to signal my willingness to do the bra thing or not on the day. 

He had it all worked out. He reckoned on 9 lads, in our double garage and the use of a secret word or phrase to communicate between us. He pointed out that just the strip and the lap sit would raise £27 and that would rise to £49.50 if I was prepared to get topless. That was a huge amount to both of us. This was a few years ago after all!

I agreed - with conditions!

The cash split was to be 60/40 in my favour and he had to help me work out a bit of a routine so that I didn't feel a complete idiot stripping to the music. There were to be no cameras of any sort and no boys under 11 or over 15 and it had to be during the day when mum and dad were out and not likely to come back.

With plans for packing and moving fairly well advanced it was agreed that it had to be sooner rather than later otherwise mum or dad, or both, were likely to take time off work and be in the way rather.

We wandered into the garage and planned how to set up the event. It was agreed that I would need a screen of some sort that I could hide behind after each section and in that way Jamie could simply look round and see if I were nodding or shaking my head for the next section.

Fortunately, the large number of empty packing cases provided the means to erect the screen as well as provide easy seating for the audience.

Next we went up to my room to decide what I would wear.

I immediately went for a conservative pair of blue school knickers (used for sports) and a sports bra. Jamie pointed out that a bikini would be more revealing and that I would have to go with something a bit more decorative if the lads were expected to be happy to part with hard to come by cash.

He delved into my underwear drawers for a moment and produced what was probably the only matching set I had at the time, bought for a wedding or something. This consisted of an off white bra, quite low cut with a pleasing lace decoration and a matching thong complete with that same lace decoration. The fact that the thong left my arse completely exposed and covered little in front didn't seem to concern him at all!

Much arguing later we agreed to go with the matching set that he had chosen. I'm still not sure how he convinced me of that choice but my brother can be very persuasive sometimes.

Music choice was next. That proved to be particularly difficult. All the music we possessed had a heavy fast beat - I was a bit of a rocker in those days! Eventually, Jamie suggested we have a look at mum and dads music to see if we could find something more boring. Success! We came up with something called Baker Street, a lame instrumental with almost no real beat which would allow me to do pretty much anything I wanted.

With CD in hand I trolled up to my room to practise what I might do. Jamie was banned at this point though!

Whilst I tried a few dance moves and worked out what I could and couldn't wear and take off easily Jamie set about the event marketing, as he so grandly put it. That meant hitting the streets to drum up interest amongst out mates and their friends.

By the time he came back he had decided that it would happen - the very next day!

I almost hit him then. 

He persuaded me to go through my dance routine in front of him, which I duly did. He suggested a few minor adjustments and then told me that he would need to see a full dress rehearsal if he was going to be sure of it working. A few brief sentences later and I threw him out so that I could prepare to give my bro a full dress rehearsal of my hastily planned strip show.

I dressed in the thong and bra set over which I had a blue wrap around skirt that I used to use at the beach sometimes, a stretchy blue halter top which I reasoned I could push down past my hips rather than pull off over my head and a white cotton shirt over the top.

I stayed bare footed for the sake of simplicity and safety - after all I didn't want to break my neck doing this!

I called Jamie back in. He looked a little surprised at the rather conservative blue skirt and white shirt effort but I told him to sit down and watch.

He started the music and sat on the edge of my bed.

I had earlier decided that complicated dance steps were not going to work so I simply started swaying with the music, taking small steps in a roughly circular motion and slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

Once unbuttoned I let the shirt slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. 

Jamie was grinning at me now having spotted the tight halter top. The skirt was the next to go, a quick snap of my fingers and the single button holding it on came open and the skirt joined my shirt on the floor.

I let my hands roam a little now turning round with the music. Once I had my back to Jamie I stuck my bum out and gave him a wiggle, only to be rewarded with an appreciative gasp.

Turning back around I slipped the straps of the top off my shoulders and as seductively as possible tugged the top down off my breasts and over my hips. Its clinginess meant that it wouldn't simply fall to the floor as the other items had and I was forced to bend over and push it down my legs. I decided that it would be best if I did that with my back to the audience and was met with another very appreciative little gasp. Then I danced around slowly until the music stopped.

Jamie burst into applause and offered me 50p to sit on his lap; I giggled, refused and kicked him out so I could get dressed.

The next morning we set to work as soon as mums car left the driveway. 

We set up the packing cases into a screen for me and some seats for the boys. After that Jamie arranged for a portable CD player to be hooked up and tested it to make sure it sounded alright.

While we were working he asked me if I had decided about going topless. I hadn't of course and it was agreed that I would make the decision at the time. Jamie would prompt one of the lads to call for me to take my bra off and he would stick his head round the corner to see what I had decided. If I agreed he would collect the extra cash and if I didn't he would throw everybody out.

We decided to leave the main doors shut and let the boys in through the side door of the garden. Jamie had asked everybody to get there early and had promised cold drinks while they were waiting. 

I was already behind the screen when the first group arrived.

I recognised the voices of Darren and John who I had pretty much grown up with, and of Peter who had been the first boy ever to kiss me - apart from Jamie obviously. After that I lost track of voices in the general hubble and simply waited for my cue.

Finally, I heard the door shut and the key turn in the lock. A few seconds later Jamie stuck his head round the corner to make sure I was ready. 

"How many" I asked.

"22" was his answer.

22 - that was far more than the 9 he had originally planned for. Did we even know 22 boys locally? A fair few colly wobbles flooded through me but I nodded that I was ready to start.

I hadn't appeared on stage since a school play at 10 but I remembered that the trick was simply to focus on a spot above the audience and try to ignore them. That's what I planned to do.

Jamie started the music and I walked out from behind my screen.

Before focusing on my spot my eyes naturally scanned the audience. There were a number of faces that I didn't recognise, including one girl. That threw me and I hesitated. Seeing the problem Jamie hit the back button and restarted the track.

That was enough to remind me what I was there for and I started through the same gently swaying tiny step routine that I had shown Jamie the previous day.

A number of calls went out as my shirt hit the floor. I think that most people expected the halter top to be next and were surprised when my skirt came off in an instant.

When I turned around and wiggled my bum at the audience the noise was incredible. It gave me quite a buzz to have so many people cheering me on. 

I took off the halter top in the same fashion as I had with Jamie. Bending over in front of the audience to push it all the way down my legs. Again the cheers. This time I must have been faster than before because there still seemed to be quite a bit of music to go through.

I improvised by walking up and down the line swaying my hips as best I could and occasionally turning to wiggle my bum at some besotted lad.

As the music stopped I moved back behind my screen.

I heard Jamie talking to the crowd, telling them that I would sit on their laps for a full minute for an extra £1 - £1 that was double what we had agreed before - surely nobody would pay that.

Sure enough the door opened and I heard people moving away. Almost instantly Jamie was on my side of the screen telling me that there were 15 takers at £1 each!

Before I went back out Jamie announced the rules. No kissing me, no hands under my clothes or else. Anybody not happy with those rules could have their money back and leave. Nobody left.

Under Jamies instruction I sat on the first lap. Peter - my first kiss! At first he just looked into my eyes but pretty soon he decided to let his hands explore a little and my breasts were fondled through my bra and my bum was lovingly caressed. The next several boys did exactly the same - taking their cue from Peter. Then came the girl. I didn't expect her to still be there. She was about 15 and quite pretty in a hard boyish sort of way. 

She made me sit on her lap facing her with my legs spread over hers. Then she reached behind me and grabbed a cheek in each hand and dragged me over her jeans until I was pressed hard against her crotch. Her face was naturally buried in my modest cleavage and she made no attempt to move it.

She kept on grinding me into her for the whole minute and when I was finally released I admit to being a little flushed.

After that the boys all seemed to copy her. I was sat facing them and they used me to rub up and down against them. There was no doubting what I felt in the groins of some of those lads. 

By the time I finished with the last one I was hot sweaty and quite flushed.

Before I even made the shelter of my screen Darren was on his feet asking me to lose the bra. That started a chorus and when Jamie poked his head round the door to ask I just nodded sheepishly. I had suddenly become aware of the power of my body over boys, and at least one girl, and I was getting quite turned on by showing it off.

A hush went over the room as Jamie went back to face them.

To see me topless would cost an extra £3.00 he said. Cash only. No promises and non payers could leave now.

They all stayed.

I wandered out from the screen again. There was no music this time.

Slowly I reached behind me to undo the clasp. Once undone I held the bra in place as I slipped each shoulder strap off and then, with a final flourish I pulled it away tossed it over the screen and pranced up and down the line in front of my adoring fans.

A shout went up. It was the girl.

"£20 if I'm allowed to take off that thong in front of these lads"

I shook my head no and dashed back to cover.

The noise was unbearable but I could hear Jamie talking to them and knew he was negotiating the offer. I couldn't believe that he was prepared to get me naked in front of all these boys and that he was going to let some girl we didn't know take my thong off. But I was kinda excited.

Jamie hurried round to me.

"Is that a definite no" he asked.

I just looked at him.

"7 lads have gone already. There are 7 boys and that girl left. If you let her strip you in front of them and then sit on laps for another minute each we will make a fortune."

I couldn't believe I asked but I did!

"How much?"

"£20 from her and another £5 from each of the boys - that's another £55 Kris, money we could both really use"

Unbelievably I nodded in agreement.

He led me back out from the screen and a roar went up as they realised I had agreed.

I could feel their eyes burning into my breasts as Jamie went round collecting the cash and then he brought her forward.

She stood a few inches away from me smiling. Without warning she dropped to her knees in front of me and stared directly at my crotch. Her hands slid up my legs to the waistband of my thong and she slowly slipped a finger around each side.

Tugging gently from side to side she dragged the thong down. Careful not to reveal anything too quickly and then as I felt the air on my slit she tugged them sharply and pulled the thong to my ankles.

Standing she took my hand and I stepped out of the thong. She lead me to her seat and sat me on the lap in the same fashion as before. The boys gathered round. I knew that with my legs parted like that I was fully exposed. It was nerve-wracking but seriously exciting.

With a hand on each cheek she went through the same movement as before. Leaving her face in my now bare cleavage she pulled me in and out of her groin area. The harshness of the denim was even more apparent now and I noticed to my horror that I was starting to leave a small trail on her jeans. She noticed that I had noticed and smiled at me.
She did nothing more and when her minute was finished she helped me off her and passed me to the next boy in the queue.

All followed her lead until the last. Peter had stayed out of the way until last and by the time I got to him I was dripping wet and feeling exceedingly tense and pent up.

As I approached and went to straddle him as I had done with all of the others he stopped me. Instead he had me straddle just one leg. That was just too much. After 3 or 4 strokes of him pulling me up his jeans I orgasmed. By the time his minute was up I had come once more and as everybody got up to leave I collapsed in a heap on the garage floor.

Jamie helped me to my room, carrying me naked from the garage to the house, and washed me down with a cool cloth before leaving me to sleep.

I woke at about 4.30, still naked, with Jamie sat on the edge of my bed with a cup of tea.

"mum and dad will be home soon. You might like to get some clothes on."

As I was dressing he talked to me. He had cleared everything up and the garage was exactly the mess it was when we first started this morning. I asked him exactly what happened as I was a bit sketchy after the episode with Peter. He just said that he didn't take any more offers. I never have found out what was offered or for what. I just know that my big brother took care of me again.

When I remembered I asked what we had earned.

£170 was the grand total with my share being £102.

"no big brother, I couldn't have done it without you, its equal shares."

So we left that sleepy little market town with a fortune to us and moved to an even sleepier Cornish hamlet on the edge of Bodmin Moor. Pretty soon we were meeting other kids around the area and then it was off to a new school in September to meet all those other new friends - but that's another story.

The End.
