The Last Straw (new 10/12)

[Themarble]

Would seem as though ND dropped the next chapter on his site, gonna go read it right now, others should follow suit!

[neverdoubted]

Would seem as though ND dropped the next chapter on his site, gonna go read it right now, others should follow suit!

I did, and plan to also post it here in the coming days.

[neverdoubted]

The afterimage of what I had just witnessed, still burned in my vision, slowed my reflexes. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Or was Mary's pubic hair shaped like...a heart? Such a puzzling revelation had my head spinning.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of stopping to ponder it. Just like she had acted quickly and decisively to get out of her clothes, it was now up to me to hide any lingering evidence of our underground betrayal from my father.

Quickly sweeping up the stuff she had dropped, I shook out my jacket and folded it over my arm. Had Frank caught her wearing it? I couldn't tell, but if he had, it wouldn't do me any good to stall. I might as well face the consequences head-on.

Offering an apology for bowing out so suddenly, I handed our stunned tour guide the spelunking equipment. I offered no explanation for my companion’s sudden, nude state, but only said our family was leaving now and we couldn't go with him back to the briefing room. Then, I turned and started walking directly toward my father. Not about to be left behind, the naked beauty scrambled to stay near me. I could hear her frantic, jittery breaths as she padded along beside me with her head bowed. Her sudden change of modesty fortune had driven her to the brink of a panic attack.

As we approached Frank, a repetitive sequence played out all around us. I heard gasps from nearby onlookers. Scandalized mothers shooed their gawking families away from the wildly inappropriate scene my stepsister was making with her bare body. Fathers and brothers, at least the ones old enough to understand what a treat they were witnessing, edged away as well, but lagged behind as much as they dared without angering the matriarchs of their group. Everyone was staring at Mary, of course. No one paid me the slightest attention. I might as well have been invisible.

When we had reached a suitable proximity, my father turned away from the exhibit that had so thoroughly captured his attention all this time. His hands were clasped at ease behind his back.

"How was the tour?" he asked, giving no indication how much he had seen of what just transpired. His question could have been directed at us both, but his attention was only on me. I doubt he expected the naked girl trembling like a leaf beside me to answer. She was occupied with other, more important matters. And though she was doing her best to cover as much as she could, her poor little hands were not even close to being as effective at that task as the jacket had been. Standing nearly at attention, I answered on behalf of us both.

"It was fun, sir, and very educational. Thank you for the tickets."

Nodding curtly, he spun on his heels. "Very well. It's time to go." Then he set out in a semi-formal march, expecting us to fall in. I wiped my brow, but still felt uneasy about the encounter. My father played everything so close to the vest, you could never be sure how much he knew or what he was really thinking. Though I might have gotten away with loaning clothes to Mary, my instincts warned me not to assume I was fully in the clear just yet.

We met up with the other girls near the exit. Patricia was relieved to have her whole family back together. Seeing her eldest daughter's overt distress brought a concerned look to her face. But all she could do now was put on a brave face in silent solidarity with the poor girl still struggling to get by without clothes. Without a word, we all followed Frank through the lobby. The greeter seemed relieved to have the strange family with the naked member on their way out the door and out of his jurisdiction.

Making our way down the walkway toward the parking lot, I was free to revisit a riddle that had been patiently waiting its turn in my mind. While she was stripping my jacket off her body, she had given everyone a brief, but unobstructed view between her legs. It had only been a flash, and my angle at the time hadn't been the best, so I could have been mistaken. Still, my eyes kept insisting that they had detected a distinct heart shape down there. That was crazy, right?

I would have loved a second look to confirm or deny, but as soon as she could manage, she had snapped her hand back over her privates and was still covering them as we walked. I was disappointed until I remembered something. Thanks to the favorable deal I had struck back at the tour entrance, my utterly naked stepsister had to sit on her hands the rest of the trip! That would give me plenty of time to ponder pubic hair puzzles in between studying her freshly bared chest. In anticipation of our upcoming car ride, my heart started racing and my penis stirred to life.

As we reached the end of the covered walkway, Mary stopped and anxiously scanned the parking lot. She was still getting used to being naked in public and understandably wanted to keep her distance from people if possible. I stayed with the group which was angling toward our parked car. But, when I looked back, I saw that Mary had gone a different direction and was tarrying alone on the grass berm under a tree.

A light breeze played over her bare skin and tousled her long hair. Having left all her supplies at home, she had been forced into a natural, flowing hairstyle. Or should I say au naturale? That was fitting given the nude state of the rest of her! She looked so out of place, standing out there all alone without a scrap of clothing. The heat lines rising all around her made her look like a sexy mirage. Or she could have been a young, nude goddess from an ancient Greek epic who grants you some favor to help you on your travels.

Her arms were still wrapped around her, and her whole body still tensed - bracing for some impact that never came. At least her harried breathing had slowed. Something about the outdoor setting was less nerve-wracking for some reason. Maybe being able to keep her distance from others out here made her feel better than when she was in a confined, indoor space. Or maybe it was just that there was no one out here to gawk at her treasures - other than me, of course. Either way, it was obviously going to take more exposure practice before she was truly comfortable without any clothes on.

For someone without shoes, crossing the black asphalt without carefully planning a route first would be a blistering affair...literally. But her lot survey was cut short by the appearance of a school bus pulling in from the road. The bus was painted brown with "Camp Indian Toe" printed on the side. From the far side of the lot, I saw the rowdy teenagers, all boys, crane their heads out the windows and point excitedly at the visitor's center. I'm sure Mary saw them, too. She would have to move quickly if she didn't want to be the center of attention once the bus finished circling the lot.

Having a gorgeous, naked teenager greet them straight off the bus probably would have been a bigger attraction than the cave! But Mary wasn't about to stick around and test that theory. Taking a deep breath and scrambling as quickly as she could with both arms still hugging her precious anatomy, she abandoned the cover of the tree and plunged into the parking lot.

With the midday sun almost directly overhead now, each car only cast a sliver of a shadow. Ducking behind the nearest car, she nearly had to press her bare body against the door panel to stay within its impossibly narrow shade. She might have done exactly that if the hot, metal panel wasn't also threatening to sear her tender, exposed front. To keep from burning her unprotected soles, she also had to bounce from foot to foot in a humiliating display of jiggling body parts while she scanned ahead for her next stop.

Watching the bus warily, she darted across an open expanse and ducked beside the next car. She looked back in panic when the approaching bus rolled to a stop and honked its horn. Seeing the happy campers begin to disembark motivated the vulnerable, naked girl to move faster. Unfortunately, she was so focused on the growing crowd behind her that she made the mistake of running right up to a big Plymouth without realizing it was occupied! Peeking over the roof to make sure none of the boys had seen her yet, she danced in place with her bare body practically pressed up against the glass. Just then, the window rolled down, and a very appreciative man startled her by saying, "Hey sweetheart, you need a lift or just lookin' for a good time?"

Squealing in alarm, Mary gave up on stealth and fled the scene in a blur. Hyperventilating, she ran toward the station wagon, reaching it just as Frank was firing up the engine. Clambering into her designated seat, she curled up into a ball and breathed many, heavy sighs of relief - twofold happy that her feet were no longer burning and to be in the relative safety of our car. Against all odds, she had completed the first real activity of our family road trip without the use of her clothes.

But then she looked over at me - her pesky, grinning, little stepbrother - and her shoulders slumped. Closing her eyes, she moved her lips, as if saying a silent prayer that this nightmare wasn't real and that she would wake up right this instant safe in her own bed and dressed comfortably in her modest nightgown. But when she opened her eyes, she was still in our car, still naked, and still hundreds of miles away from any of her clothes.

Blinking back welling tears, she turned big, round, wet eyes in my direction and silently begged to be let out of the deal. Before our tour, she had traded away a little future modesty for a temporary covering. She had been so desperate for clothes that she considered it a worthwhile trade at the time. But now that it was time to pay up, she was clearly regretting the decision.

Having upheld my end of the deal, I owed her nothing. And whatever sympathy I felt for her plight was overpowered by my intense, horny desire to see more of her hidden assets. Denying her plea, I just kept grinning expectantly at her.

Pursing her lips like it pained her to do so, she took a deep breath, then began to unfold and straighten her long, shapely legs. She gradually stretched her dainty toes out until they touched the carpet. Then, shame burning on her face, she lowered her hands from her breasts and tucked them under her lap. And just like that, another piece of her precious modesty slipped out of her grasp. As it dawned on her that she would be baring her chest in the car for the remainder of the trip, a big, heavy tear rolled down her cheek. More soon joined it as the naked teenager began to mourn the dignity she had just traded away.

To satisfy my curiosity, I leaned forward and peered into her lap. Having lost the benefit of curling up or using her hands for cover, the only thing she could do to hide her womanhood from prying eyes now was keep her thighs squeezed tightly together and tilt her pelvis forward. This did effectively keep her most private place barely hidden from sight. But it did not hide her pubic hair at all. Studying her lower abdomen, I easily saw the cute patch of short, light brown hair she had grown down there. Confirming that it was indeed in the unmistakable shape of a heart, I smiled to myself.

Then I moved my hungry gaze up her bare body to what I knew would be holding my attention for a good, long while. There, I was treated to a sight I had long fantasied about. Mary's chest, in all its magnificent glory, was completely bared for me to enjoy at my leisure. I had to fold my hands in my lap to hide my growing erection.

As we pulled out of our spot, I stared intently at her naked chest. The healthy breasts she had been growing all through her teenage years swelled impressively. They were like two, ripe, matching melons, growing heavy on the vine and begging to be harvested. I had never seen a girl's nipples before and was struck by the illusion of scale they created. They appeared so small on her chest. But on closer inspection, I judged them to actually be bigger than mine. They just looked tiny surrounded by such creamy, massive swells.

Her little, plump nipples were rimmed by a small apron of flesh that especially drew my interest. The lighter rings encircling her fleshy, pink nubs had a slight cone shape to them and caused her nipples to stick out further than I was used to seeing when I looked in the mirror.

The mass of her weighty breasts was no more evident than on their underside where a bulging expanse of the tenderest looking skin had the monumental task of containing everything above it. While her pale, broad chest provided so much to explore, it did not go on forever. Her boobs did eventually curve inward - meeting up with and transitioning effortlessly into her ribcage and torso.

This was so much more fun than sneaking peeks between the gaps in her dress at church at her modest, white bra! Expanding my gaze to take it all in again, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. Her naked body was somehow, at the same time, the most and the least innocent thing I had ever laid eyes on. Until this trip, I doubted any boy had ever seen her this exposed. Sitting meekly on her hands, with her head bowed and a blush on her cheek, her virginal purity shined brightly - the picture of innocence.

But her body's immense capability for carnal pleasure, whether giving or receiving, was also quite evident. I could personally testify to that fact. Just being in the tempting presence of such raw sexuality on display was bringing me great pleasure! My erection started throbbing.

When Bea heard the quiet sobbing, she turned around from the back seat to check on her sister...and frowned. Finding me happily studying Mary's exposed front side, her gaze narrowed and she eyed me suspiciously. She didn't know why her sister was willingly exposing so much of her naked body to me without resisting it at all, but she didn't like it.

I think she suspected something notable had happened while Mary and I were on our cave tour, but not being there, she couldn't begin to guess what. Together, the trio of sisters had always been able to bully me into submission and keep me in check. Preoccupied with her loss of clothes, Mary had been out of commission on this trip. So far, that event had not really impacted Bea’s standing by much. But now, seeing the familial balance of power shifting in unpredictable ways made her unhappy and anxious. In response, she decided to lash out.

"P-U, Francis," she complained, waiving her hand in front of her mouth and holding her nose, "your breath stinks! Close your mouth when you breathe!"

Calling me "Francis" was an obvious giveaway that she was itching for a feud - probably, so she could complain to mom that I was being mean to her and get me in trouble. And normally, I would be tempted to take the bait, just because I was bored. But right now, I had infinitely better ways to occupy my time than engaging with my meddling sister.

"I apologize, Beatrice," I replied, my voice dripping with false concern, "I will try to breathe through my nose from now on."

Bea set her jaw and crossed her arms. Unable to goad me into fighting back, she turned around with a huff and glared out the back window.

Smiling to myself, I went right back to staring at Mary's chest...and my eyes bulged. That's because the bumpy road was making her large, unsupported breasts jiggle! Roads back then were nowhere near as smooth as they are today - neither are car suspensions. And with every crack and pothole we hit, a vibration rippled across her very responsive flesh. Things got even more interesting when we reached the highway. And as we accelerated up to interstate speeds, her plump, pink nipples began to bounce up and down in a hypnotic rhythm. This was the best day of my life!

The only time I took breaks from watching her dazzling nipples and jiggling boobs was to look down at her pubic heart.  It wasn't some anatomical heart, either.  It was the same, stylized one that girls use to dot i's when they're doodling.  Since I had never seen a girl's private area before, the revelation spawned many more questions.  Did all girls have a cute little heart on their abdomen right above their privates?  That thought really got my blood pumping!  And is that where the shape originally comes from?!  If so, those "Be my Valentine" cards sure took on a whole new meaning!

There was another, more likely possibility.  Unlike my long, unruly curls which were all different lengths, her pubic hair was short and neat, like it had been trimmed into its distinctive shape rather than naturally growing that way. My sisters weren’t allowed to have piercings and couldn't dye their hair.  Excessive makeup was deemed “whorish” and forbidden, and any jewelry beyond a simple cross necklace was pushing it.  What if, in defiance of her repressive stepfather, Mary had secretly shaved her pubes into that provocative shape on purpose?

The theory had merit. Perhaps she had done it to claim agency over her body, but in a safe location he would never see or know about.  If that were true, her plan was backfiring spectacularly.  Now that she was completely naked on our family vacation, there was no way she would be able to keep her naughty, little secret hidden from Frank!

When Mary looked out her window and gasped, I broke out of my reverie and paid closer attention.  We were coming up beside a car!  She had spent the whole drive to the cave curled up in a ball hiding from other cars.  But now that she was required to sit normally with her feet on the floor, she could not curl up or hide.  As we passed it, the driver looked over with a friendly smile.

With just her head and bare shoulders sticking up above the windowsill, it wasn’t unreasonable to assume the girl in the back seat was simply wearing a tube top.  But when Mary made the mistake of making eye contact, and the driver saw the look of sheer terror on her face, he sensed something was out of place and was prompted to take a second, closer look.

Speeding up to match our pace, he rose up in his seat and strained his neck.  His eyes got bigger and bigger as more of Mary's chest was bared to him.  Seeing that she was inexplicably topless, his mouth fell open and he nearly ran off the road.  Finally, Mary broke eye contact and lowered her head in shame.  Her exhibition only ended because a woman in the passenger's seat smacked the driver for swerving.  With his wife watching more closely, the man was forced to back off.

Don’t worry, that was far from the last road encounter Mary had to endure.  For me, it was unbelievably entertaining.  I couldn't get enough of it!  Every little bit, we would come upon another car - usually filled with another bored family out on a road trip.  Inevitably, one of the passengers, either the driver or some lucky boy in the back seat, would glance over and notice the pretty girl's bare shoulders along with the tops of her swelling breasts.

The first few times, Mary would stare, wide-eyed and blushing, at the commotion as horny, interested passengers scrambled to catch a peek at her homegrown blessings.  Forced to sit on her hands, she could not cover her chest at all.  Quickly learning that public nudity is easier to endure if you keep your head down and don't make eye contact with the grateful people enjoying your exhibition, she would lower her head and only watch them out of the corner of her eye.  But looking down only drew her attention to her bare chest.  Seeing there was no way to stop her bouncy nipples from dancing happily up and down with the bumps in the road only filled her with more shame.

Sniffling back a sob, she resorted to squeezing her leaking eyes closed and silently counting the agonizing seconds until a sufficient gap had formed between our cars.  Frank's aggressive driving style would eventually save her.  But that method of escape met its match when we encountered the truckers again.

Thanks to the CB network, I have to assume word about our naked passenger had spread far and wide. And when a trucker saw a station wagon which matched the description that had been going around, he was ready for it. He pulled up beside us with a grin that was missing some teeth. From his lofty cab, he could easily look down into Mary's window. As a reward, he got to see her naked, uncovered body all the way down to her lap. Immediately, he grabbed his radio and began speaking excitedly into the mic.

Seeing an eighteen-wheeler pacing us, Frank hit the accelerator. He was not about to get boxed in again. The engine of our station wagon groaned, but responded with more speed, allowing us to pull away from the truck. Unfortunately, the trucker had already started calling in reinforcements. Within a mile, we came upon two trucks driving side-by-side and hogging the road and had to slow down.

And within minutes, we were surrounded by another convoy. While Frank cursed up a storm, the truckers took turns looking into Mary's window and ogling her naked body. At one point, one of the truckers even got out a camera and pointed it at her. She had her eyes closed, so she didn't see it. But I sure did, and it gave me an idea!

[Freesub]

I already read it on your site, but I had to read it a second time. Loving it!

[Bucket]

New chapter! Thank you. Cannot wait for more!

[student]

Thank you. I didn't expect a heart down there. If Daddy sees that heart, there's going to be a second person undergoing the cycle of "what did I see?" Or will one of the sisters rat out poor Mary, and draw someone's ire--Mother's perhaps? While the father has strong views of propriety, we haven't seen the mother wig out--yet. Will Mary's agreement to sit on her hands bring charges of exhibitionism, of "showing off," and increasing the punishment? Will the sisters complain and wind up joining Mary in the birthday suit club?

So many possibilities!

[computerphoto]

could you imagination this today in the age of smart phones and social media LOL

[Skylar21]

Thank you for this new chapter. Poor Mary, great for everyone else, great ENF! Please write more. Eager to see how a camera works into Mary's humiliation.

[Bucket]

Hate to be that guy and go against another user/commenter, but I would hate to see the other sisters join the naked punishment. Mary being the only one naked and embarrassed makes this story so special because if it.

Having any of the other sisters join would ruin that imo.

[neverdoubted]

Hate to be that guy and go against another user/commenter, but I would hate to see the other sisters join the naked punishment. Mary being the only one naked and embarrassed makes this story so special because if it.

Having any of the other sisters join would ruin that imo.

You make a compelling argument. There's something about a solo act that makes it especially entertaining. In a harem, each girl's story runs the risk of getting lost in the crowd. On the other hand, it feels like a missed opportunity to introduce a pretty girl to an ENF story only to have her keep her clothes on the whole time. I'm torn!