The Shame Games – Part Thirteen (Exh, Humil, mmmmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Thirteen (mmmmfffFF,Exh,Humil)
By: Hooked6

[Author's note: Chapter 13 is dedicated to my wife, Victoria
(AKA Torretxt) who actually did Julie's task in this chapter
on a dare several years ago – albeit with a slightly
different outcome. With her kind permission and
encouragement I have reused it here.]

That night I wrote to Nathan again and told him all about
the day's events and brought him up to speed on the football
game disaster as I had promised.

The next day he wrote back, "Sounds like a perfect day's
work to me – satisfied your step-sister's needs and took
part in an unexpected Shame Game. Speaking of your step-
sister, what do you really think of her? Is she cute? Do you
like including her in your games? I'm just curious and would
love it if you would share your thoughts."

"Nathan . . ." I started to write and soon found myself
typing away. It was easy to write about Julie. She was
really great. Not only did she immediately grasp my
subconscious needs by inventing the Shame Games, she seemed
to genuinely care about whether I was happy playing it. Her
imagination made the Games that much more interesting. Ok,
she is really pretty too which helps a lot. I not only told
Nathan that I liked playing the games with her but that I
secretly enjoyed seeing her naked. There wasn't a thing
about her that I didn't like. I also told him that I felt
safe in confiding in her. I realize, of course, that my
response probably sounded like it was written by the
president of my step-sister's fan club, but I didn't care. I
meant what I told him and that was all there was too it.

The following Friday Julie made an unexpected appearance.
"I've decided to play Tom's Shame Game tonight." She
explained.

"Wow, so soon?" I remarked.

"Yeah, you see I have the PERFECT game for HIM to play and
I'm really looking forward to making him go through with it
but I can't do it until I play his game first. So I figured
there was no time like the present. Call him and ask if he's
available this evening. If he is, tell him I'm ready to play
and make sure that HE can do his turn tomorrow afternoon."

Of course I wasted no time in phoning my friend and as you
might expect he literally jumped at the chance to have my
step-sister in his power.

After supper I walked Julie over to Tom's house and we ended
up in his room to discuss that evening's plan. Of course my
buddy made me comply with Rule Number Two as soon as I
entered through his bedroom door. No matter how many times I
had been naked in front of my step-sister it was still
exhilarating. I was hard in no time, much to my chagrin.
Julie looked at me and gave me a wildly wicked smile before
quietly turning her attention to my friend.

"I can't wait to see what Tom makes you do," I said
excitedly breaking the silence.

"What makes you think that YOU can go tonight?" he asked
smugly. "This is MY game and HER turn to play. I don't need
any help." I was crushed. I hadn't ever dreamed that I
wouldn't be able to witness her shame and humiliation; not
to mention perhaps seeing her naked once again.

Julie looked over at me and saw my disappointment. I guess
she took pity on me because she said, "I want Petey to come
along. I think it would be fun. If it wasn't for him we
wouldn't be playing these games in the first place."

"No way," Tom said selfishly. "I want you all to myself."

"You do know that I get to make the rules for you tomorrow.
If Petey doesn't get to tag along tonight I might take it
out on you when it's your turn."

"You might do that anyway after what I have planned for you
tonight, so I don't see any advantage either way."

"Alright," she said musingly "Let's say I really do have
something terrible in mind for you tomorrow. Wouldn't you
like to have company?"

"What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

"Let Petey tag along tonight and he can play with you
tomorrow when it's your turn. Misery loves company you
know," she said teasingly. I really didn't like the sound of
THAT! I did really want to see what Tom made her do though
so I didn't utter a word of protest. I just stood there
naked and silent waiting to see where this was going.

Tom studied the matter carefully as was his custom about
most things. I assumed he was weighing all the pros and cons
before making a decision.  "Ok," he said finally. "He can
come tonight but just to WATCH. I don't want him interfering
in ANY way. And of course he has to do whatever I have to do
tomorrow in exchange for the privilege."

"That OK with you, Petey?" Julie asked sweetly. I was so
grateful for her taking up for me that I immediately agreed.
I surmised that Tom relented because he figured that if I
had to play tomorrow as well, Julie wouldn't be so hard on
the two of us – me being her step-brother and all, than she
would be if he played alone. I didn't know if Julie would go
easy even if I DID play along, but I was certain that Tom
must have something pretty awful in store that evening to be
so worried about it.

Tom then closed the door, something which itself made me
VERY nervous for my step-sister. He went to his closet and
brought out a box and handed it to Julie who looked at it
not knowing what to do with it.

"Tonight I want you to wear the dress I have in that box.
I'm planning on taking you to several special destinations
and I want you to look nice." he said with a grin.

Julie opened the box and pulled out a long, ankle length
blue dress. "Why Tom, it's beautiful" she said taken by
surprise. "I was expecting
something much more daring. You surprised me." The dress was
a shiny blue, almost metallic color that sparkled in the
light. It was silky too.

"You'll need a pair of dress shoes too. Size 8 I believe. Is
that correct?" he asked. Julie still amazed by all of this
reached out for the shoes and answered. "Why yes, how did
you know?"

"Your mother told me," he said obviously proud of himself.
"Go ahead and try the dress on."

Like a kid at Christmas Julie excitedly took the dress back
out of the box and laid it carefully on the bed as she took
off her jeans and blouse. Standing only in her bra and
panties she reached for the dress when Tom interrupted her. 

"I never said anything about wearing underwear. I only said
to try on the dress. That's ALL you'll be wearing this
evening." His words brought her back to Earth and I could
tell she was getting a little uncomfortable having to strip
completely in front of the two of us. Seeing such a
beautiful conservative dress must have made her forget that
she was about to play the Shame Game. She reluctantly
reached around and unsnapped her bra and let it slowly fall
from her shoulders in a vain attempt to keep her breasts
covered until the last possible moment. She then tossed it
on the bed. She looked at me and then at Tom before putting
her fingers into the waistband of her panties and starting
them on the slow descent down her magnificent legs. I heard
Tom gasp a bit when her pubic hair came into view. Since I
was already erect, it was all I could do to keep from
shooting all over her as I stood in front of her, so
breathtaking was the sight before me!

"Now can I put the dress on?" she asked smugly.

"By all means, Tom replied.

Julie stepped into the dress and began pulling it up her
slender naked form. It was a halter-style dress in that tied
at the neck draping over her breasts then around her sides
forming a low plunge in the back. Despite the halter-style
it was still very elegant and kept all the best parts nicely
covered. "Here let me help you tie that," Tom offered as he
stepped behind her. In my wildest dreams I couldn't imagine
what Tom had up his sleeve as he stood there grinning like a
Cheshire cat. Why such a fancy dress, I wondered? The size
was perfect and it made Julie look like a million dollars.
Even the shoes fit!

"You look GREAT!" Tom said admiring his handiwork. "People
surely will notice you. I'm sure you'll find that you will
be the center of attention from both guys AND girls."

"Thank you," Julie said sincerely, obviously pleased with
how she looked.

"So what are the rules of this game I have to play?" Julie
finally got up the courage to ask.

"Are you sure you want to know now? Wouldn't you rather wait
until we get to where we are going?"

"No I want to know now." She said her voice noticeably
trembling betraying her anxiety. "And I suppose I'LL be the
one driving us to all these places so I hope you plan on
paying for your share of the gas money."

Yeah whatever," Tom replied unconcerned. "You see that dress
you are wearing not only looks beautiful and is sure to
attract attention of everyone that sees you, but the ties
are also just as special. You see I have coated them with a
very slippery wax and tied them with a unique type of slip
knot. Why, you ask? Because that type of knot might hold the
dress up for a few minutes or possibly an hour or so. Then
without warning the knot will fail causing the dress to fall
completely to the ground leaving you naked and exposed to
anyone who might happen to be looking!" Julie's eyes widened
at the thought as Tom continued. "So rule Number One no
touching the dress at any time. If your arms are at your
sides they cannot press against the material and you
certainly cannot stop the dress if it does happen to fall.
Rule Number Two there will be no covering yourself for
modesty. If the dress falls you are to put your hands to
your mouth as if you are shocked and count to TEN. No speed
counting either, that's one thousand one, one thousand two,
one thousand three and so on. Rule Number Three You will
treat Petey and me as strangers. Act as if we don't know
each other. If the dress falls you must ask me to re-tie it.
If I give you a signal that I don't want to help, you have
to ask someone else to tie it. You will hold the ties up
behind your neck and as you hand them to the Good Samaritan,
and then you will intentionally let them drop prematurely so
as to expose yourself a second time before reaching down,
after counting to ten of course, and re-hand them to your
helper. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," she said in a whisper. "Wow. I'll give you
credit. You sure put a lot of thought into this. I'm sure
you're taking me to very crowded places all evening aren't
you?"

"Heck yeah, but at least you have a CHANCE that the knot
will hold. I mean there's no guarantee that the dress WILL
fall - it just MIGHT fall. The agonizing part is that you
have no idea when," he said laughing. "You should also THANK
me for coming up with a plan that will at least make your
exposure LOOK like an accident, even if it wasn't. I didn't
want people to get the idea that you were some kind of cheap
slut or something. The game will end when we are all back in
this room. Let's go shall we?"

Julie turned around and had only taken a step towards the
door when the dress fell! She immediately squeaked and
without hesitation instinctively stooped to pick it up.

"You forgot the rules already?" Tom said teasingly.

"Oh sorry," she replied as she stood back up and put her
hands to her mouth and counted to ten. I couldn't help but
notice that "ten" was an awfully long time to stand naked!
She was going to have to practice her body language too if
she wanted people to perceive it was an accident. After
reaching "ten" she picked up the dress and handed the ties
to Tom who once again retied the knot.

"Man the silky material is so slippery that dress falls off
at the speed of light!" Julie said after the knot was re-
tied.

"I know, ain't it wonderful?" Tom joked.

We all headed down the stairs. To add to Julie's misery Tom
stopped and had a lengthy conversation with his mother as we
stood there patently waiting. I was sure Julie was a nervous
wreck thinking that the dress was going to fall at any
moment. Finally she told us to be careful and to stay out of
trouble and we left for Julie's car.

"Where to?" she asked as she started the car.

"Oh. How about we start at the mall," Tom instructed with an
evil grin.

"You rat," Julie said half under her breath.

Once at the mall parking lot, Tom had her park at the
farthest point away from the mall thus forcing Julie to
endure a long agonizing walk before getting indoors placing
even more tension on the already tenuous knot. It also made
the safety of her vehicle well out of easy reach.

Tom and I walked several steps behind her. To my surprise
the knot held and the dress stayed put. Once entering the
mall Tom whispered to Julie, "Just walk up and down the
entire length of the mall, stopping here and there to do
some window shopping when it suits you. Do not enter any
stores just yet, however. I'll instruct you what stores to
go in when I'm ready. Don't forget the rules," he cautioned.

As she walked along trying to act nonchalant, people were
staring at her. The dress was beautiful to be sure but how
many people do you know that go to the mall dressed in
formal attire? People not only looked at her because she was
pretty but because she also looked out of place. Tom was
right. That dress sure attracted a lot of attention. There
was no way for Julie just to blend in. The other thing that
I noticed was that the mall sure was crowded. Friday nights
brought out a lot of kids and teenagers just to have a place
to hang out. The odds of Julie flashing her body to someone
SHE knew were pretty high.

The longer my step-sister was able to meander around the
mall the more comfortable she seemed. Maybe that stupid knot
would hold up after all.
Then it happened. She had been standing in front of a store
window mulling over the display. She had just turned away
from the window facing the aisle way when the dress fell!! I
felt so bad for her. There she was under the bright lights
of the mall with people walking everywhere. Her breasts
stuck out with very obvious sharply pointed nipples and her
dark bush acted like a magnet against her pale skin saying
"LOOK HERE!"

"OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!" Julie said truly in a panic. To
her credit she didn't reach for the dress but put her hands
up to her mouth and then after a second or two buried her
face in her palms, I assumed to not only hide her face
because she just couldn't look at the expressions of those
staring at her as well as to enable her to reach the magic
number of "ten"!

People were looking and pointing at her. "Oh the poor girl,"
some old man said to his wife, who suddenly pulled him in
another direction away from Julie as he walked by me. I
wanted to come to her rescue but I knew I couldn't. She must
have reached "ten" because in an instant she stooped down
and literally yanked the dress up almost as fast as it had
fallen off her. She held the ties up behind her neck and
fumbled with them as if she was trying to re-tie them. She
looked around and spotted Tom and asked, "Would you help
me?"

Tom smiled and replied, "Ah, sure." He then went over to
assist as if he didn't know her at all and was just trying
to help. Once the dress was on again people started moving
along. The show was over and what a show it was!! Julie's
face was as red as could be.

We walked along for a minute and stopped at another store
window. "Man what a rush, huh? Tom asked.

"You have no idea, pal. No idea at all." She said struggling
to catch her breath as if she had just run a marathon or
something. Tom had her sit on a bench for a while as we
walked some distance away so she could collect herself and
the crowd could change. It wouldn't do for her dress to fall
again in front of the same group of people he explained. So
she sat motionless for 10 to 15 minutes.

Later he motioned for her to continue her journey. She
reluctantly got up and resumed her trek sauntering here and
there as if she hadn't a care in the world. Like before, the
dress stayed put for quite some time, much to Tom's
disappointment I'm sure.

After walking around a bit without results, Tom indicated
that he wanted her to go to the second floor and led the way
as I joined him and then later Julie followed. She got on
the escalator and rode it to the top as we waited for her on
the floor above. Just as Julie was about to step off the
escalator her dress fell again!! She was in an awkward
position of trying to comply with the game rules and at the
same time having to walk off the escalator to let the people
behind her exit all the while with her dress bunched up
around her ankles. She tried to do both. Once again she
squealed "OH MY GAWD!" and raised her hands to her mouth. As
she tried to leave the escalator she somehow stepped right
out of her dress as she stumbled around to get out of the
way!!! She turned in a panic to face the dress left on the
floor while she watched in horror as people getting off the
escalator walked all over it! I could see real fear in her
eyes as this was getting out of hand. There she was
completely naked with her only means of cover lying on the
floor under the feet of an endless parade of people exiting
the moving stairs!! She was exposed for way more than the
ten seconds she had bargained for.

To my utter amazement people, mostly teens, just looked at
her and laughed making no effort to come to her rescue even
though most of them had just trampled over her garment!

One teenage girl looked at Julie and then at her dress on
the floor as she deliberately stomped on it. "Serves you
right, slut! Next time wear a bra and panties!" Her remarks
caused a couple of other girls to laugh along with her as if
they were enjoying her predicament. "Aw, the poor bimbo lost
her dress! Anyone got a spare?" Girls can be so cruel when
one of their own is in trouble.

A man tried to reach down and pick it up for her but his
wife or girlfriend jerked him away, obviously not wanting
him to get involved with a naked girl!

"Oh this is TOO MUCH!" Tom said laughing hysterically. "I
couldn't have planned this better if I tried!"

"Shouldn't we help?" I asked very concerned.

"Let's give it a minute," he said still laughing.

One of the girls that had been mocking her earlier came over
and looked her up and down. To Julie's credit she hadn't
been trying to cover up as the rules dictated and endured
the humiliating scrutiny of her body by this cruel person.
"Is this what you have to do to get a date? You must be
desperate. Have you no shame?" she said trying to sound
rude, but she was obviously just putting her on.

Her friend interrupted and said, "Don't pick on the poor
thing and ruin her fun. Can't you see she's enjoying all
this?" I was confused by her remark and wondered how she
could tell Julie was enjoying all of this, until I spotted
the rather obvious slick-looking line of moisture between
her legs making its way down her thighs. Even I knew that
meant she was turned on! The girl then pushed her way passed
the amused shoppers and managed to get Julie's dress. "You
want this back," she asked coyly "Or do you want to flash
some more people first?"

"Yes please, I'd like it back," Julie quickly answered
holding out her hands.

"Here, catch," the girl said and then deliberately tossed it
way over Julie's head to her friend standing some distance
behind.

Julie's mouth dropped open and she immediately turned around
showing her butt to the next group of people getting off the
escalator. "Give it back!" Julie demanded. The first girl
just tossed it back to her friend while Julie jumped in vain
to try and snag it. And so it went as people stopped to
watch. A schoolyard game of Keep-Away ensued with Julie
making valiant efforts to jump for her dress – causing her
breasts to bounce uncontrollably making a most obscene
display to the onlookers. I'm sure people got some good
looks at the prize between her legs too as she squirmed this
way and that trying to get her garment back. I know I did
and I was sporting an obvious erection, which was
embarrassingly pushing visibly against my pants!

Julie finally got a hold of the top of her dress at the same
time the first girl caught the bottom. They played a short
game of Tug-of-War until . . . RIIIPPPPP! The dress tore!
The girl just laughed and purposely used all her strength to
try and continue to tear it all the more. Her face strained
as Julie pulled with all her might to retrieve her clothing
from that girl's clutches. More ripping sounds were heard,
much to the delight of the kids standing by. Satisfied with
what she had done, the girl tossed her end back at Julie and
said, "I don't want a torn dress! It's useless now. You can
have it!" Both her tormentors quickly left chuckling all the
way down the aisle.

Tom then chose that moment to come to Julie's aid as I
quickly followed. The crowd eventually dispersed as Julie
tried to put on her dress. I felt bad for my step-sister.
The dress had a 2 inch V-shaped tear right up the middle of
the front of the dress from the hem all the way up to her
waist! Her pubes were clearly visible between the two ends
of the fabric.

"Sorry, sis," I said trying to console her as Tom stood
behind her and re-tied her top.

"I'll be alright," she said trying to sound optimistic.
"It's not torn so bad that I can't hold it closed." She
explained.

"Oh no you don't," Tom interrupted. "The rules state you
can't touch the dress until the game is over and it's not
over until we are back in my room!"

"But surely this is an exception," I protested on her
behalf.

"Nope," Tom said smugly. "Let's just say this is one of
those unfortunate, unforeseen consequences to playing the
game. Besides I've got plenty of places to go yet. It's
still early you know."

Tom led us along as Julie nervously tried to act natural, as
though she was oblivious to the fact that her dress was
revealing way more than it was supposed to. From the back
she looked fine. But anyone approaching her would get a
surprise if they happened to look in the right place. Tom
obviously had some destination in mind as his pace was
deliberate.

He entered a trendy teen clothing store and searched around
until he spotted a Goth-looking teen girl dressed all in
black with flaming red hair. She was wearing a name tag so
she obviously worked there.

"This is Julie," he said pointing to my step-sister. The
girl stopped what she was doing and looked at her. "She
needs something trendy to wear. Can you help?"

The girl looked Julie up and down and said while continuing
to chew her gum, "What's the matter girlfriend, not showing
enough?" Julie blushed as she realized the girl must have
seen her pussy. I was sure she wanted to pop the girl but
she restrained herself admirably. The clerk softened her
expression and said, "I think I can help her out. Wait here
sister, I'll be right back." The clerk then disappeared
among the racks of clothing.

In a few minutes she returned with a top and short skirt on
some hangers. "Try these on," she said still smacking her
gum.

As Julie reached out to take the clothes her dress fell off
once again, leaving her totally exposed at the back of the
store!!

"Most people usually prefer to use the dressing rooms to try
on clothes but, hey, it's your bod, Hun. If you're OK with
it . . . makes no diff to me." She said chuckling.

"You might as well just put 'em on, Julie. You're half way
there already." Tom said teasing.

"She's a cute thing," the clerk said as she came closer and
made no secret of hiding the fact that she was checking my
step-sister out. "I'd shave those pubes though, ruins the
effect. Have you ever thought about piercing your clit? The
way it sticks out it would be a real attention getter." She
said with admiration.

Julie's face turned deep red as she was obviously humiliated
by her comments. In deference to Tom, Julie actually started
putting on the clothes. Of course they were all black and
way too tight. Tom had Julie model them for a minute before
saying. "No, I think we'll keep looking. Thanks anyway." He
indicated for Julie to give the clothes back to the clerk.
Julie hesitated as the store now had many more people than
when we had first walked in. "You can use the dressing room
this time," Tom said much to her relief. His kindness
surprised me as I watched her leave with the clerk. Maybe my
buddy DID have a soft side after all.

After several minutes we heard a shriek coming from the
dressing area and Julie suddenly came stomping out holding
the ties of her dress behind her neck. "Could you tie this
for me, please," she asked Tom in a huff.

"What happened?" I asked a bit alarmed.

"That . . . that Gothic Hussy back there tried to feel me up
as I was changing, that's what!" she replied angrily.

"She did?!" I stuttered.

"Yes she did," she said as she pointed to a now grinning
clerk who was leaning against the doorway. "She squeezed my
tits bold as brass and make a kissing motion too as she
dropped her hands towards my . . . oh, let's just get out of
here!"

"Okay, we can go now." Tom said. He actually appeared a bit
guilty as if he had set this whole thing up or something.
I'm guessing he probably knew that clerk. I think Julie's
reaction took him by surprise.

As soon as Julie's dress was tied we headed back out into
the mall. Julie was leading the way and Tom let her go as we
followed at a distance.

"JULIE?" a teenage boy called out.

My step-sister froze. "Carl? What are you doing here?" she
said nervously. From the way she looked at him with her eyes
all bugged out I figured this guy was somebody she knew,
perhaps from school. Tom and I just stayed back and watched.

"Wow, that's a really nice dress," the guy said as he looked
her over.
"I REALLY like it. It looks great on you."

Then almost on cue the dress fell down to the floor, once
more exposing her body – only this time it was to somebody
who she apparently didn't want to have see her that way.

"But I like THAT better," the boy said as he smiled taking
in all of my step-sister's charms.

"OH I'm so sorry!" she managed to say. Julie was a trooper
and did exactly as she was supposed to do and waited the
full ten seconds before picking up the dress. She struggled
to tie the dress herself when Carl stepped behind her. Ever
so gallantly he reached for the ties as he said, "Here, let
me tie that for you." Julie must have remembered Rule Number
3 or else she was just clumsy because she let go of the ties
and the dress fell a second time now giving Carl a perfect
view of her ass. This time Julie bent over a bit, I'm
guessing to instinctively pick up the dress but her butt
smacked right into Carl's pelvis surprising both of them.
Julie said, "OH my GOSH!" and immediately straightened up.
Carl backed up a step and then picked up her dress and
proceeded to re-tie it. Julie looked absolutely mortified!

When the dress was back in place, Julie turned around and
blushing profusely said, "Thank you . . . listen Carl . . .
let's not say anything about this to the kids at school. It
was embarrassing enough as it is!"

I think Carl was about to take advantage of the situation
then he saw Julie staring at his now erect cock, the outline
of which was clearly discernable through his britches. The
funny part was that he wasn't very big. I mean if he was 4
inches I'd be surprised! I'm sure it was probably less and I
couldn't be off by much as the little swollen bulge told it
all. Despite the embarrassment that had just happened to
her, Julie started giggling – a little at first then more
loudly.

Carl looked at Julie smiling and then down at his pelvis
then back at Julie. He blushed and started stuttering
himself saying, "Ah, maybe, ah, that is you're right. Let's
just keep this whole incident to ourselves. No need for
anyone to know about this, is there?"

"No not at all," Julie said still giggling. "See you around,
Carl."

Carl made a beeline for the exit door as Julie watched. "Man
what a close call!" she said.

"Who was that dork?" Tom asked after he had gone.

"Just some turd at school. I can't STAND him! At least after
this I don't think I'll have any more trouble out of him."

"I'll make a deal with you," Tom said to Julie.

"Oh?"

"We can quit early if you will sit on the hood of the car
and show me your . . ."

"Hell no!" Julie said quickly. "What's between my legs is
private. What else have you got for me to do?"

"Well, you're school is still playing its football game. I
was thinking of having you drive over there and walk around
the stadium a bit as the game let out. I'm sure your dress
won't fall off TOO many times." Tom said evilly.

"FINE!" Julie said emotionally. "I'll show it to you and
then we are done, right?"

"Suits me, how about you Petey?" Tom asked just to torment
her. Julie's face got a shocked look as she realized she was
going to have to show me too!

"Fine by me!" I replied excitedly, my penis straining the
material of my pants.

Resigning herself to her fate she sighed, "Okay, I'll show
both of you. Let's just get this over with."

We headed for the exit as Julie tried in vain to walk
carefully so that her dress wouldn't open up showing her
charms to every passerby that happened to look her way. Many
people didn't seem to notice but the facial expressions on
the ones that did were PRICELESS!

Once we reached the car Tom pointed to the hood and patted
it teasingly. "Up you go," he said.

"You rat, you would have to make me park right under the
streetlamp!" she said noticing how well lit the area was.
She spread her dress in preparation to climb onto the hood
when it fell off again!

"Just leave it off," Tom instructed. "It will be better this
way."

"Yeah, better for who?" she replied nervously. She then
stepped out of the dress and got onto the hood of the
vehicle with her legs still closed. She nervously looked
around and then returned her gaze back to the two of us.
"Ready?" she asked. "I'm only going to do this once."

"We're ready," he answered.

Julie then swallowed hard and slowly opened her legs
revealing the first complete female cooter I had ever seen!
Even in the semi-darkness I could see that it was
glistening, betraying the blushing face of humiliation my
step-sister was displaying. We both took in every detail. I
was so mesmerized by the sight that I actually came in my
pants just looking at it! Julie noticed my pulsating bulge
in my pants and the rapidly growing wet spot and just
laughed.

"Why thank you Petey. That's the nicest compliment I have
ever received," she said laughing nervously. She then closed
her legs and hopped off the hood and quickly got dressed
again.

"Just wait until tomorrow," she said as she got in the car.
"You two haven't seen anything yet! If you think tonight was
bad for me, just wait until you find out what I have in
store for you!"

  
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