MARY CHRISTMAS (original story for ENF forum)

[EddieDavidson]

Okay, I've finished my Birthday Games story, but I am going to take some time to edit and repost it.

Now, I could use help with this. It's imho, a back to basics ENF story for Christmas.

[EddieDavidson]

Christmas time—roasting chestnuts, holiday cheer, people kissing under the mistletoe, and shopping for presents. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, supposedly. Unfortunately, I was stuck in rural Minnesota babysitting my sister Joy, brother Nick, and stepbrother Ethan. Picture a frosty winter wonderland, but instead of sledding or sipping hot cocoa, I was refereeing my siblings.

You can’t really call it babysitting. It’s just that I’m the oldest, technically in charge, and when my parents give us projects while they are out, they expect me to make sure it gets done. Good luck telling that to Nick and Ethan. They’ve teamed up like some dynamic duo of disaster. My parents? Oh, they just got married a few months ago, so I guess this whole "blended family" thing is still a work in progress.

Joy’s laughter echoed from the living room, where she was twirling around like some Hallmark movie extra, humming along to Christmas carols. She’s all soft sweaters and sugary smiles, her blonde curls bouncing as she danced to "Jingle Bell Rock." Of course, her idea of babysitting was making TikToks in front of the tree. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as she paused to fix her lip gloss in the reflection of the ornaments. Joy’s the kind of person who can’t pass a mirror without stopping to admire herself, but you can’t really be mad at her—she’s just so... Joy.

Joy’s younger than me, but she’s also sprouted boobs – huge floppy ones, and she loves to stuff them into a tight bra and sweater and parade around like she is so mature. I am still dealing with my tiny, puffy nipples, waiting for my boobs to finally sprout while my little sisters has more than enough for the both of us.

We share a bedroom, and it’s extra depressing watching my little sister catching all the older boy’s attention while I look like a boring bookworm who keeps to herself. It’s not that I haven’t had boyfriends. I had a few back home in Chicago, and I’ve dabbled a little with girls.

It's easy for my flirtatious sister to meet someone; she doesn’t even have to try. My sister has never had a boyfriend. She’s had “boyfriends” as in plural at the same time. I don’t think she’d ever be interested in dating someone seriously.

Meanwhile, Nick and Ethan were huddled near the kitchen, whispering like two little gremlins plotting their next attack. Nick used to be my buddy. We’d build snow forts and share gummy worms when we were younger, but ever since Ethan came along, I’ve been benched. Ethan, with his mop of shaggy brown hair and that smug little smirk, fit right into our family chaos like he was born for it. Together, they were unstoppable: switching the sugar with salt, hiding my gloves, and generally making my life miserable.

Yes, my name is Mary Christmas. No, I didn’t pick it. That was all my Dad, Sam Christmas, who thought it was hilarious to saddle me with a name people laugh at around this time of year. “Merry Christmas, Mary Christmas!”

Christmas isn’t an unheard-of last name, but often, people think I am joking when I tell them what it is. The only time I know it was mentioned in books or television was in a Sam Christmas from William Faulkner's Light in August, which is a book I've never even read.

My birthday is December 24th, so my parents thought it was cute. It’s not. Every year, I get a combo Christmas birthday present, like, "Happy Birthday! Here’s your stocking stuffers."

Nick and Ethan’s snickers snapped me out of my thoughts. They were definitely up to something, judging by the way Ethan held a bottle of dish soap while Nick pointed at the porch steps. “What are you doing?” I asked, already bracing for the worst. “Nothing,” Ethan said, his voice dripping with innocence. The snow outside sparkled like powdered sugar, and for a split second, everything looked picture-perfect. But with my siblings, peace and quiet never lasted long.

The soap was a good way for someone to fall and crack their heads. My father had showed us how to clear the ice and snow on the patio and steps with old fashioned elbow grease and a shovel. Ethan and Nick wanted to take short cuts with everything.

Even though I was technically the one in charge, this was their chore and they seldom listened to me anyway if I told them to stop. I still had to try.

“Guys, can you just cool it until Mom and Dad get home,” I pleaded. It doesn’t do much good. Nick and I used to be close, and he was never any trouble. Now that he has Ethan, he’s been a completely different kid.

“I am bored, let’s play a game, Sis,” Ethan said.

I’ve accepted calling Ethan’s Mother “Mom.” That’s probably because his mom is strict and demands it. She’s a former Marine with a shock of blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a sassy Texas accent.

I haven’t quite gotten used to Ethan calling me “Sis.” It just sounds weird. I barely knew him before the marriage, and suddenly, we were related.

“What kind of game?” Joy bounced outside. It was chilly out, snow was on the ground, and there wasn’t anything to do for miles – just barren trees, rocks, and road.

Ethan’s grin widened in a way that immediately put me on edge. “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter like he’d just come up with the greatest idea ever. He’s been suggesting naughty games since we moved here. It’s really off-putting if he is supposed to be my brother.

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “Truth or Dare? Really?”

“Yeah, come on!” Ethan said, his eyes practically sparkling with mischief. “But, like, the real version. Not the baby one you probably played in middle school.”

Joy, of course, clapped her hands and squealed. “Ooooh, fun! I love Truth or Dare!” She flounced over to Ethan. I could see her breath as she encouraged him.

Nick smirked. “I’m in.”

I sighed, knowing this was already spiraling out of control. “Guys, we have to finish these chores before our parents get home. You haven’t even started shoveling the driveway, and we have cleaning and decorating for Christmas to do.”

“That can wait,” Nick insisted. It wasn’t like him to ignore instructions from our Dad.

“Yeah, play the game THREE rounds, and then we’ll do everything, swear!”

“Okay, but keep it PG, alright?”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Lame. Fine, here’s the deal. If you choose to dare, you have to follow through. Like... I dare you to streak through the yard right now.”

My mouth dropped open. “Absolutely not!” I snapped. “What is wrong with you?”

It was cold out, and we were bundled up, except for my sister. She had on a sweater and jeans. I suggested she get her gloves and jacket. There was no running around naked, even if it was a hot, balmy summer day instead. It was too over the top and even though the road in front of our house was obscured by trees, and we lived out in the country where nobody was around for miles, I just wasn’t interested in going that far.


Nick burst out laughing, and even Joy turned red, giggling into her hands. “Oh my gosh, Ethan! You can’t just dare us all to get naked and run around.”

“What? It’s just us!” Ethan said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Come on, it’s not like anyone’s around for miles.”

I pointed a finger at him. “New rule: no dares involving nudity, public humiliation, or anything illegal. Got it?”

“I’ve got a truth for you then, Sis. You’re no fun,” Ethan groaned. He quit playing and went inside, where he and Ethan started playing Xbox and ignoring their chores.

“When Mom and Dad come home, I am going to tell them you didn’t do anything,” I insisted. “I am in charge!”

“Then you should take responsibility for it when we fail to meet our goals,” Ethan said.

I really pissed them off when I unplugged the TV and took their power cord into my room. They chased me into my room and pounded on my door. “Give that back, it’s not yours!”

“Do your work, and you can have it back,” I promised.

“You aren’t the boss of me,” Ethan said, and Nick agreed with him.

“I am the oldest, and our parents have put me in charge!”

My pulse was racing, and I was terrified. I didn’t want this kind of confrontation. The door was paper thin. Much to my surprise, they stopped pounding, and I heard them step away.

I assumed I had taught them a lesson. However, when I finally emerged from my room, they were actively messing up all the work Joy and I had done earlier.

“Why are you doing that?” I demanded! It was one thing to do nothing, but to actively mess things up again made no sense to me.

“Play truth or dare with us, and we’ll stop.”

“I said I would but, only if it’s PG rated!”

“PG-13!” Ethan counter negotiated.

“What even IS PG-13?” Joy asked with a dumb expression.

“Boobs!” Nick said.

That was my sister’s magic word. She loved showing off her big tits, but she’s always packed them into a tight sweater. I had never seen her lift her sweater top and show them off. She lifted up the pink fuzzy sweater and showed the boys her bra – exposing a massive row of cleavage and a big smile.

I was shocked. “JOY!!”

The boys weren’t at all. They were dismissive. “Who cares about some dumb old bra. We want to see ACTUAL knockers.”

Joy started to reach behind her back and comply with their request to unsnap her bra. I was beyond shocked. I forbid her to show them her boobs.

“Meanie Butt,” Joy seemed disappointed, but she stopped taking off the bra and covered them back up. I was flabbergasted she’d be so willing to expose herself to them.

The guys were angry with me and Joy. “You guys are just teases pretending to be cool,” Ethan said as he went to the kitchen and started dirtying up dishes on purpose.

I tried to calm the situation and implored everyone to help me, but eventually, our parents came home.

My parents were having a good day; they had bought some presents and seemed to be in a positive mood until they noticed the work wasn’t done, and things seemed even messier than when they left.

“What happened, Mary?” Dad asked.

“Ethan and Nick didn’t do their work,” I seethed. I was enraged.

“I told YOU and Joy to clean up the front room and kitchen, but it’s sloppier now than when we left. How is that Ethan and Nick’s fault?”

I wanted to tell my father how they were going to make us play truth or dare and then actively messed things up to pressure us. I could see from the look on Ethan and Nick’s faces they were going to be even angrier if I ratted them out.

I could have handled that, but I was afraid that it would come out that my sister was going to flash her actual boobs, and I try to protect Joy whenever possible.

“She took our Xbox power cord and started acting EXACTLY like Adolf Hitler, Mom,” Ethan acted like a wounded bird and hugged his mother.

She believed her son over me and assumed I had antagonized him.

“Yes, because they were playing games and not doing work, but then they started to mess things up,” I offered defensively.

“I see,” Dad didn’t like the drama. “You were in charge, Mary. I hold you accountable for what happens. It sounds like, rather than motivating and inspire, you got into an argument, and things spiraled. Clean this mess up now.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Ethan and Nick started acting like perfect angels and went about cleaning up and helping me and my sister with the living room and kitchen.

“So, that’s it, Sam?” My mom asked my father and asked, “No punishment?”.

“What would you have me do, Holly? Spank the lot of them?”

My father has never spanked us, and I seldom see my biological mom.

“Just the ringleader!” My mother singled me out! The audacity of that comment. Her devil’s progeny was the instigator of the whole thing. If anyone was the ringleader, it was him. He almost had my sister topless and turned my brother into a lazy hooligan!

He was acting like a little blonde, blue-eyed angel now, offering to bring in the presents for his mom. She told him that she’d get them because he might peek and see what she got him this year.

“I hope it’s something cool like a new Bible,” he said. The little asshole! I couldn’t believe she didn’t see right through him. My new mom is super Christian and conservative. We believe in God, but my biological siblings and I haven’t been actively going to Church for most of our lives. Now we go every Sunday.

I didn’t get in trouble, but my mom kept staring at me intently over dinner. I felt like Ethan probably made up some story about me to make me sound even worse.

That evening, my sister and I were in bed, shivering under the covers. We live in a double-wide out in the country, and the heater isn’t that great. It’s much warmer in other parts of the house. I’ve been sharing a room with her for most of my life, and we usually talk before falling asleep.

“Why did you stop me from showing them my boobs, Sis? I would have flashed once, and the problem would have been solved. The guys would have stopped arguing with you, and we would not have been in trouble.

“You can’t just show boys your boobies anytime you want something?”

“Why not? They are just boobs, and if it gets me what I want, what’s the big deal? It’s just nipples.”

“What if they took pictures? Or made you show them more?”

“I would have run naked around the yard. Why not? No one was home, and it might have been fun hopping through the snow like a little bunny rabbit,” Joy preened and stuck out her two front teeth.

She’s a giggly optimist and adventurous, and while she is a little chubby, she is super cute. We are very close, but we are also polar opposites in a lot of ways. I am tall, lanky, almost no boobs, a pert butt, and geeky.

Joy jumps into life with both feet first, and I am a lot more cautious and pragmatic.

The only thing we have in common physically is a slightly upturned nose that we got from our biological mother.

“They would have expected me to do it, too!” I complained.

“So? Boys have the internet on their phones. They know what boobs and butts look like. You don’t have anything they haven’t seen before.”

“You really wanted to play truth or dare?” I asked my sister incredulously.

“Heck yeah, why not?”

“With our brothers?”

“There aren’t other kids around here for miles, and I would be up for a dare. I don’t care if they see me. I am not attracted to Ethan if that’s what you think.”

I didn’t. I hadn’t considered that at all. He was almost my age, and now we were technically related.

“He’s so evil and manipulative; who could be attracted to him?”

“I don’t know what you mean. He is just a regular boy. He wanted to play truth or dare, and he got mad because you shot him down on everything and then took his Xbox cord. Boys don’t really like it if you beat them at things. That’s why I always let them win.”

“That’s misogynist,” I shot my sister a sour face.

“A Miss Agonist? Is that a female butt doctor?”

“No, silly. You are thinking of a proctologist. Misogyny is the belief that men are superior to women in all things.”

“We are better at some things,” My sister observed.

“Like what?”

“We have better boobs and look good in makeup,” she replied. I didn’t want to even touch that comment.

“I am not going to let boys win just to inflate their bruised egos. That only encourages them to treat women like we are dumb bimbos.”

“What’s wrong with being a dumb bimbo?” Joy said.

“Is that what you aspire to be?” I asked her incredulously.

“No, but if a girl is a dumb bimbo, she can't help being dumb, and she may as well look sexy. It’s not hurting anyone. Not everyone can be booksmart like you, Sis.”

I had a reputation as a reader. I was reading at an early age, and I read prolifically for most of my life before we came to Minnesota. I had no idea how far we were from a library. The little town nearest to us was called Orr. It was at the cross road of Highway 23 where we lived and Highway 57, nestled on a big lake.

It had exactly one intersection. There was a restaurant, a gas station, and a couple industrial and farming buildings, and that was it. A magazine rack with outdated porno mags behind the gas station counter was the entirety of Orr literature available.

They didn’t even sell paperbacks, and I had read every book that I brought with me twice. My father wanted us to get back to nature when we moved here. We barely have cell service, and our internet connection is terrible. I don’t have a laptop, even though I asked for one for years.

Naturally, Ethan has one from before his mom married my Dad, and he won’t let me use it. I would be happy to just read the news to have something to occupy my time and mind in this boring and bleak place.

A few days went by that were uneventful before the topic of truth or dare came up again. My parents were once again out, and I had a list of chores.

“Okay, we got off on the wrong foot, Mary. Let’s call a truce,” Ethan offered me his hand.

My hackles were immediately raised because there was nothing to call a truce on. I had done nothing to him as far as I was concerned beyond taking his cord, and that was only to convince him to do his chores.

I shook his hand, and while I was doing it, Nick ran up behind me grabbed the waistband of my pajama bottoms and yanked them down to my ankles.

“Zoop!” Nick yelled as he dashed off playfully. Imagine my shock, having my bottoms around my ankles and my white cotton panties exposed. I’d never been “pantsed” before. I didn’t even know there was a word for it.

I tried to bend over and pull them up immediately, but Ethan kept ahold of my hand in a firm grip.

“Let go, Ethan! This wasn’t nice!”

“What’s the big deal?” he asked as he clenched my hand and started to bend my fingers back. “That’s really hurting,” I said.

“Get her panties,” Ethan insisted.

“No, that’s too much, Ethan,” Nick decided. He was laughing at my situation, but he wasn’t going to go as far as stripping me of my panties. I was thankful for that.

“Oops, changed my mind,” Nick ran up behind me, grabbed my panties, and yanked them down by the seams. They were tight on me, and he managed to rip them in the center so that my butt crack exploded out of the back. I don’t have much in the way of boobs, but I do have an ample bubble butt, even though I am a string bean without any curves anywhere else.

I was mortified as I tried to pull away. “Nick! I am naked!”

“You have your top on!” my little brother assured me that somehow was a consolation. He held my shredded panties up like a prize. I am short for my age, so he was able to hold it over my head and make me jump for it with my free hand.

Then Ethan grabbed my free wrist, and we danced in a struggle. “You guys, I am telling Mom and Dad!”

“You are telling them you showed us your pussy and ripped your panties!”

“No, I am telling you that you pulled my pants down and ripped them! This is illegal!”

“Oh dear, we have an attorney here, Nick,” Ethan let my hands go immediately. “We were just goofing on you to get you to lighten up. It’s a simple pantsing!”

I bent over and quickly pulled my bottoms up. This time, I carefully held on to the seams of my pants with both hands. It felt so bizarre wearing them with no panties at all.

“You can pants us back. Go ahead, Sis,” Nick offered to let me strip his jeans down to his ankles. I told him I had no interest in that.

“We offered payback. If you become a little rat-faced tattle tale, we’ll definitely make you regret it,” Ethan promised.

That evening, I said nothing about the encounter, but I sulked and thought about it. It was a serious accusation, and as far as I was concerned, the boys should be ARRESTED for assault or more. I didn’t want to send them to jail, though. My sister had seen the entire thing but hadn’t stepped in. She apologized.

“Thanks, Joy, what could you have done? It's okay. At least you were a witness.”

“You aren’t going to tell Mom and Dad, though, are you?”

“I might. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Don’t do that, Sis. It’s over. They saw the crack of your butt and a little bush. It’s done. If you piss them off, they’ll probably try to get even with us.”

“Us? You didn’t do anything,” I said.

“It feels like girls against guys. We are in this together, Sis.”

I thanked her and went to dinner. I was still wearing the same thing and had forgotten to change into a new set of panties. I had given it entirely no thought at all and grown used to the feeling of the jammies against my bare skin.

“Whose panties are these?” My mom stormed into the dining room as we sat down to have some Lasagna.

“Not mine,” Ethan grinned impishly. Nick picked up on the joke and said the same thing.

There was only one butt narrow enough to fit into those panties. My sister had actual hips, and they were way too small for her.

I sighed as my mother’s eyes landed on me. I had no idea where she found them.

“Did you show your DIRTY panties off to my little boy?” she sniffed them, which disgusted me. However, it was proof that confirmed they had been worn.

I had a choice. I could keep my silence and probably get in trouble for somehow corrupting her innocent little Ethan by letting him see a pair of torn panties, OR I could tell the truth.

“Ethan and Nick pantsed me today and ripped my panties off!”

“That’s a LIE!” Ethan was so convincing that I almost believed him. “She said if we didn’t do our work, she’d plant those panties in my room and SAY that, Mom.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that when I got home?”

“SHE SAID THAT SHE AND JOY WOULD HAVE US ARRESTED FOR LOOKING AT THEIR PRIVATES!”

He was a convincing little liar, and I was livid. My father didn’t believe a word of it, though. He knew me well enough to know that I wasn’t a perverted sociopath. At least, I thought so.

“Is this true, Mary?”

“Obviously not, Dad! Why would I do something so despicable!”

“To get even with us for the other day when you yelled at us and made all of us look bad!” Ethan pouted.

This kid was going to grow up to either be an Oscar award-winning actor or the greatest Attorney to have ever lived. I had no defense other than it was preposterous.

“She doesn’t even WEAR panties normally. She just put those in my room. She said it’s because she doesn’t need panties!”

Oh god, I began to blush, and my ears turned red. I wasn’t guilty of ANYTHING, except now that I was blushing, I certainly looked that way. I immediately remembered that I hadn’t changed into new panties. How would I have known that?

“Ethan, that’s quite an accusation,” My Dad was skeptical of Ethan’s lies.

“I’ll show you!” he led them to my room and told them that I made him watch me change and bragged about how I threw out all of my panties.

That was a bald-faced lie, and I was confident that he would be exposed.

Except that when my mother opened my panty drawer, they were ALL missing. Instead, there was a tiny little sex toy and a small bottle of strawberry sex lube.

“WHAT?” I was stunned. I knew who probably took my panties and put those things in the dresser for m parents to find, but not how and when. It must have happened when we were cleaning the kitchen and the boys were supposed to be setting up the tree in the living room. They probably snuck in my room and made the switch before or after the pantsing incident. This did not bode well for me.

“Honey, why would you throw out all your panties?”

My mom checked Joy’s drawer, and she had plenty – mostly with Winnie the Pooh motif and My Little Pony on the back. Those were clearly not mine. I liked plain white cotton panties.

“Now, can we punish her?”

“It’s her word against his, Holly,” Dad looked at me as if he was seeing me in a new light. “I get it. You are growing up, getting hormones, and you are bored. You told me you hate it here because you have nothing to read, so you are keeping busy somehow,” he indicated the sex toy in my dresser. He took it and the lube.

I assured him it wasn’t mine.

“Whose is it? Joy?”

“No, they must have put it in there today while we were cleaning up and putting up lights for Christmas.”

“Don’t lie! You showed us your vagina and told us to look upon it and how proud you were of it!” Ethan insisted.

“My son does NOT lie,” Holly insisted bitterly with the confidence of a thousand mothers all embodied into one.

“I just can’t believe that Mary would do something like that. What do we do about this?” Dad asked.

“I know what I would do,” Holly said.

“You are her mother; what do we do?” Dad asked again.

My mother didn’t hesitate. “If she wants to show off her vagina, then I’d make her take down those pants in the living room and stand there all night until we’ve all had a good look; Mary is in for a rude awakening if she thinks I’ll allow her to behave like a hussy. If she didn’t want people to see her without them, she should have worn some!”

My mouth was agape. I was terrified and my knees were shaking. I had never been in trouble like this before.

“That’s a little much!” my Dad suggested that they find out what the story was before acting.

“She doesn’t even have panties on now, Mom!” Ethan shouted accusingly.

“Is that right?” Dad asked me. I felt like I was so screwed now.

“How would you even know Ethan unless you PANTSED ME earlier?” I scrunched up my face and didn’t answer my father.

“You bragged you never do and showed it to us! Your bottom, too! You made us look at where the poopoo comes out!” Ethan making wild accusations, and pretending to be incredibly naïve. It was sickening.

“I did no such thing!”

“Take down your pants, young lady!” Holly had to find out.

“Holly!” My Dad intervened on my behalf. I knew that he knew I wasn’t like this. He might believe this of my sister, but he definitely doubted I would go around without panties in the house. The problem was that I didn’t have any on because they had been ripped off earlier.

“Take them down a few inches, Mary. We’ll prove it right now. If you wear panties ALL the time, like you say, then you’ll show me some. If you flaunt yourself like a vixen, then you will do that in the living room with those jammies around your ankles for the rest of the evening!”

My Dad thought she was overreacting, and so was I.

“Who even wears pajama bottoms all day long?” she asked. I did because I didn’t have a lot of clothes, and most were in the laundry. They were flannel, comfortable, and warm. Holly wasn’t interested in an answer.

“I don’t have panties on, but that’s because Ethan and Nick ripped them off.”

“Wait a minute, she changed her story; she said I ripped them off, and now she said Nick did it!” Ethan said.

“You held my hand while Nick took pantsed me and ripped them off.”

Dad was having a hard time believing me now, and I was losing this argument quickly.

“If your panties were ripped off the way that you say, then why didn’t you go put on new ones? Because you have none, and it didn’t happen. That’s why.” Holly concluded.

I had no answer to that. “I forgot until it was too late” wasn’t going to fly.

“And if it happened like you say, then why didn’t you tell us RIGHT when we got home? I would think that if someone came up behind me and ripped my pants clean off and took my underwear, I’d have something to say about it when it was all over.”

That was a good point.

“Joy, did you see anything?”

I looked at my sister and implored her to back me up.

“No, Daddy. I was in the other room.”

I glared at Joy, but she looked back at me with innocent puppy eyes, asking for forgiveness.

I was marched into the living room. Holly unceremoniously took my pants down to my knees and exposed my pussy and butt crack in the living room. There was no hiding or putting my hands over my privates. She wanted my hands at my sides.

“You are lucky that I don’t bend you over my knee and give you what you really deserve,” My mom threatened. “You need some tough love and an attitude adjustment, young lady!”

It was chilly in the living room but not unbearable – made worse by the cool air on my bare skin.

“We don’t have to look at her sinful body, do we, Mom?” Ethan asked as his eyes twinkled with mischief. I bet this kid had 666 engraved on the top of his head, and he could tell you how many died at the Battle of Hastings in 1066. I had seen the Omen when I was little, and I could definitely picture Ethan being the spawn of Satan.



I stood there in the living room with my pants down for four hours. It was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me. There were a thousand reasons my brothers found to enter the living room. They didn’t hang out and ogle me. Instead, they passed through and talked to our parents or went from room to room to get a snack or use the bathroom. All the while staring at my butt crack and thick bush.

Holly and my father sat in the living room right next to me. I was faced away from the television while they chatted and ignored me. Joy kept mostly to herself and hid out in her room. I think I was most angry with her betraying me.

“I will pray for you,” Holly said when she finally permitted me to pull my pants back up after four hours of baring my bottom to the room. I didn’t want her prayers or forgiveness. I had done nothing wrong.

On top of it all, I had no panties at all! My sister’s panties didn’t fit me, and there weren’t any stores for miles.

When I finally had my shower and went to bed, I slipped into a long shirt and got under the covers. My sister was already in bed. I felt renewed and clean after the shower but the forbidding fear that tomorrow might even be worse kept entering my mind.

This was not over with Ethan and Nick, I was certain of that. I didn’t want revenge, I just wanted them to leave us alone.

“I am sorry,” she said as we lay there in the cold and dark under our covers and remained silent for the rest of the night.

[Hooked6]

Great start! It has all the elements to make this a great ENF story. I hope you continue.

Hooked6

[jojo12026]

The stepbrother switches from Ethan to Todd to Ethan.

But it is a great start

[EddieDavidson]

"Why didn't you back me up, Joy?" I asked in the darkness. I felt so betrayed by my little sister.

"I told you not to make them angry. We wouldn't be in this situation if you had just let me flash my ta-ta's at them once. You made them mad, and I didn't want them to be mad at both of us. I had no idea you'd get punished like that, but if I changed my story, Dad would just say I was defending you because you're my big sister."

"How dare you not try? I would never have left you hanging, Joy."

"I know, and I am so sorry. I will find a way to make it up to you!"

"I don't think you can repair my trust now that it's broken. Did you lead them to my panties? Help them steal them?"

"No, I was just as shocked as you when they were missing!" Joy seemed to be sincere. Now, I was feeling paranoid and betrayed. I imagined a conspiracy between the three of them. Joy wanted to play their dare games. I was trying to understand the motivation for getting me in trouble, though."

I tried to reason with my little sister's motivations. I wondered how they would have even coordinated this. I've seen Nick and Ethan go off in the woods alone, but Joy was usually around the house with me.

"You know, if you wanted to play their dare games, you could have just done it. You didn't have to get me in trouble."

"I know you are angry at me, Mary. I wouldn't get you in trouble. How would that help? I just didn't speak up because I was afraid they would make it worse on us.

"Worse on YOU. You weren't protecting US, Joy," I said very accusatorily. "How are they going to make it worse? I had to stand in the living room almost naked, and now I don't have ANY panties. The closest actual store is miles from here."

"You can wear mine!"

"They don't fit, you nincompoop! Yours would be huge on me," I was angry and raised my voice. I heard my mother bang on the wall and tell us to quiet down and stop using derogatory language.

It was another thing I was probably going to be in trouble for. I went to bed in a rage and had horrible dreams that night.

The next day, my father told me that I was no longer in charge while he was out. "I am going to put Ethan in charge. He's the next oldest. I know you don't like it here. You don't have to act out to tell me that, Pumpkin. I am sorry you had to be punished like that. Let's not let it happen again?"

I had nothing to say to that. I felt dejected and angry.

Holly came out that morning and, after breakfast, announced that it was still going to be the BEST Christmas ever. "We are the Christmas family, Praise Jesus! We will get through these tribulations together, and Christmas time is going to be a blessing, Amen!"

Dad wasn't devout, but he tolerated Holly's frequent prayers and affirmations in a very positive way and encouraged us to say Amen. I went along with it, but I felt forced into it. I didn't want to get further on Holly's bad side, so it was better to just acquiesce. That was one thing it seemed that joy had corrected.

"I found some of your dirty panties you didn't throw away," Holly said to me in a snarky fashion, like she had just delivered a checkmate in a thrilling game of Chess. I was quite relieved. "That's right, in the dirty laundry. Make sure that everything is clean and laundered when we get back and that you have on fresh drawers. If I check again and you do not, we'll repeat last night. No one here wants to see your chicken legs and the lady parts you want to show off! Most certainly me. I swear to you, though, that we will repeat this exercise until you learn to behave without the vulgarity and bullying, young lady."

She used the term "young lady" as if it were an insult in that context.

I had come to the conclusion by morning that Joy was innocent. She had simply clammed up in the hopes this would all go away. I didn't think she colluded with the boys any longer. However, I knew that SOMEONE stole my panties and placed a sex toy in my drawer. That was Ethan!

Once my father's truck disappeared, Ethan began talking about new rules.

"We have a new regime, and under my brilliant leadership, we won't be cogs focused on boring chores," he promised in the same Texas drawl his mother spoke in. He seems to be able to stop using it at will. If gives him a folksy quality.

I expected that Ethan would eventually hang himself with his own hubris. I was inclined to be lazy today and let him fail so that my parents could blame him for the lack of things getting done. I am not the type to sabotage things, but the thought crossed my mind that I should make things worse.

Today, one of our chores was to put up the tree. We'd decorate it later, but for now, we were supposed to screw all the branches into the base.

My father is a Park Ranger, and even though we are surrounded by the type of trees people chop down for Christmas, he is a hardcore conservationist. He prefers a fake tree for a number of reasons, but most of all, just to save one from being chopped down as a decoration to be discarded in a few months.

"I will offer you ladies a deal. We will play TRUTH OR DARE, MY WAY, THE RIGHT WAY, and not G-rated," he said.

I said PG-rated, not G-rated, but I wasn't interested in his deal. I believed Ethan as far as I could throw him, and I couldn't trust any deal he offered me.

"You ladies have to do three dares each. If you can complete them, we will consider everything, even Steven. Everything will be forgiven."

Forgiven? I had done nothing wrong.

"You can ask US to answer three TRUTHS, and if we do, then you will stop being such bitches to us and forgive US for whatever it is that crawled up your butts and made you unfairly treat us like douchebags."

I couldn't take this. It was preposterous. "So, we have to do dares, you just have to tell three lies to our questions? That hardly seems even."

"Well, it's called TRUTH or DARE, and MY way is that one team does DARES, and one TEAM does TRUTHS. It's like SHIRTS AND SKINS in basketball," he sounded so pretentious. I just wanted to smack his cherubic little face. I imagined he might make a good televangelist when he got older- a conman with a bible. "How dare you suggest we would lie. You haven't even asked us a question. Go ahead, ask me one."

"I don't want to play your game, Ethan."

"Do you want to have your pants around your ankles again tonight?"

I didn't answer him.

"See? Truth is harder than it seems. You don't want to answer the question."

He was such a little dick head.

"What are the dares, Ethan?" my little sister offered.

"I haven't decided yet. Are you playing?"

"If I play for both me and my sister, will you stop hassling us?"

"I haven't hassled you, Joy. You've been nothing but nice to me. It's your sister who has been the Prima donna bitch from hell! I call her sister; she calls me Ethan. I try to be nice and offer Mary an olive branch, and she accuses me of rape!"

I never said rape, but whatever they did – it was illegal. I fumed silently and told Joy not to do anything for him.

"See? That pisses me. Joy is a big girl, and you aren't in charge. Now, Joy, you asked me a TRUTH question, so we are already playing. The answer to your question is that you will perform SIX dares today, and I will swear not to bother the two of you again ALL Christmas."

"What are the dares?"

"That's another Truth, Joy! The first dare is to strip completely naked and run the entire perimeter of the property in bare feet. You have one left."

"I want to know all SIX dares first," Joy said.

"If you want all six dares, then that would cost six truths. I don't see how that's fair," Ethan smirked and told her that was her third truth.

I wanted to scream that if we had to do six dares, then he had to tell six truths, but it was pointless. I did not know how he got the idea that his three truths equaled six dares, but logic didn't matter here.

I knew that Ethan was just going to give us the runaround. My sister had already spent three truths on pointless questions, and Ethan was a lying snake. I had no interest in hearing his truth, and I had no interest in participating in this farce. "Don't do it. He is going to make each dare progressively harder or impossible," I assured my sister.

"You continue to impugn my integrity and honor, Sis; that's just not right," Ethan smiled at me like he was innocent. I was thinking maybe he would run for Senate when he got older. That job might suit him.

Nick stood beside Ethan and elbowed him, signaling that Ethan should cut us slack.

"Okay, Nick here is telling me that maybe you girls are misguided, but you have the misconception that I am going to cheat. That wouldn't get us anywhere. I'd like to keep playing this game, and if I cheat, you won't play again, right? I will make you a deal. You show me some trust, and I'll show you some. The TWO of you run the length of the perimeter nude, and I'll tell you the last five dares completely. Do those, and we are square."

I wasn't going to trust him, but my sister begged me. "C'mon, they've already seen you naked, and it's probably fun. There's nobody around for miles."

"You have to do it together, jog right beside each other."

I wasn't interested in the least. My sister already had her fuzzy sweater and unsnapped her bra, revealing her massive tits. The boys were shocked that my sister's boobs weren't as perky as the bra made them appear. They hung down naturally.

"Those are some Minnesota mommy milkers,” Ethan was impressed as he ogled my sister's strawberry-colored nipples.

My sister preached and begged me to join her. "Let's just do it; the sooner we do, the sooner this is over. Would you rather be naked in front of Mom and Dad or just do this today?" she was already peeling off her shorts.

"It won't count unless you join her, Mary."

"How do I know you would keep your word and leave us alone if we complete the six dares?"

"I bet you would believe I'd keep my word if I promised you that you'd be standing naked in front of our father and mother tonight, wouldn't you?" he countered with a threat that I had little choice. "Mom might find a little bottle of whiskey under your bed, a pack of cigarettes, maybe a dirty magazine about gay men? I can't guarantee what she'll discover in your closet, but it may even be the butt plug you showed me earlier today."

I had no idea what a butt plug even was! It sounded horrible! I have to admit, I was terrified that he might plant any of these things on me, and I already had little credibility with my father to defend myself. I felt helpless and hopeless – the core of my stomach was churning.

My sister had peeled off her leggings, revealing her cute big butt, a soft blonde patch of wispy pubic hair, and stood naked in socks only. I begged her not to do this, but she bent over, revealing her pink anus and labia without a second thought for modesty to remove her socks. The guys laughed about how round it was.

"I see a little brown on there," Ethan teased.

My sister blushed but didn't stand up. There was no poop on her butt. It was clean!

"If I do this, and you betray me again, It's war! This is it. After this, I promise you, you'll regret crossing me again," I threatened. I wasn't going to send my sister out in the cold alone. Ethan had made clear the dare wouldn't count unless we did it together, and they had already seen me bottomless.

I had no panties on, so stripping off my bottoms was pretty easy.

"Your pussy won't freeze out there, Chewbacca," Ethan ridiculed my black patch of thick pubes. I didn't have a razor or any interest in trimming myself. However, being called Chewbacca was incredibly humiliating on a cellular level. I felt it in every pore of my body.

"C'mon, hurry up," Nick clapped his hands and smiled.

"I can't believe you are with him on this, Nick," I said tersely.

"It's just a harmless dare, sis. Nobody will see. Just run the length of the property and come back."

"The rest better not be impossible," I said as I removed my top. I didn't have on a bra, either. I didn't need one. Despite my age, my tits hadn't developed beyond small puffy nubs.

"I feel like we should make them do TWO laps, Nick. We are getting swindled out of watching one set of boobs bounce up and down!" Ethan laughed.

"Yeah, but Joy more than makes up for it and evens it out," Nick joked.

My sister was already jogging in place to get her blood pumping. "Good idea, Joy! It's chilly out there. Get nice and warmed up, take your time, and off you go when you are ready!!"

I knew it was a bad idea before I undressed. Still, I wouldn't abandon my sister like she abandoned me and made her run the length of the property, only to find out that Nick and Ethan had yet another condition that they felt was unfulfilled.

I brought my knees up high and started running in place. "Please let us bring shoes. It's going to be cold out there," I begged.

"Nope, just dash and hop, dash and hop, Sis," Ethan patted me on my BOTTOM as he guided me to the door. He opened the door wide and said, "One quick lap, Ladies!"

"I can't believe we are doing this," Joy smiled as her breath became visible in the winter air. The cold hit me so hard that I felt like my titties were going to freeze, and my butt was so frosty. Stepping in snow was painful to me – the only way to avoid it was to dash lightly and hop so quickly that my feet barely had time to register the temperature.

"I can't believe we trusted them! They are going to betray us, Joy!" I told her.

"We had two choices. We could refuse, and we KNOW they would get us in trouble, or we could play the game and be nice, but maybe they won't," my sister said. That was a point I hadn't considered, and I thanked her for that.

It didn't make the jog any easier. It was exhilarating on some level to streak out in the cold. I won't kid you there. The pure country air, crips and refreshing in my lungs, the adrenalin pumping through my veins as I dashed naked to the tree line; it was all incredibly thrilling.

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Joy’s tits bounced as she ran, and her big butt cheeks clapped together while she giggled mischievously. I have to admit that the fact that she wasn’t scared made me less apprehensive about what we were about to do. I found myself smiling as I jogged next to her, or sometimes behind her. Joy’s laugh and smile can light up a room, I hoped it would keep us a little warmer for this crazy run we were going to do for Ethan.

I fully expected the boys to tease us, and probably go back on their deal, but right now I was focused on just completing the dare because otherwise, my sister would have done nothing and we had to try something – it was stupid, naïve and probably dangerous but we were doing it anyway and it was too late to turn back now.

I've always thought of flashers and streakers as disgusting perverts who liked to whip out their penises at bus stops. However, what we were doing was something else entirely. It may technically be streaking around our yard, but I felt like a young deer dashing through the woods away from the wicked hunters, and there was nothing perverted or sexual about my nudity.

Streaking through our yard was undoubtedly taboo; I knew I'd get in trouble if caught. There was something exciting about the possibility that I MIGHT get caught but the assurance I probably wouldn't. We lived very remote, off of highway 23 in a single wide trailer on a mostly open lot of 8 acres surrounded by trees on all sides.

We also had an old shed filled with rusty tools, and old broken down machines when we moved here a few months ago, but none of us ever went inside. It was filled with dusty cobwebs and looked run down.

The occasional truck or car passes by our trailer, timber-haulers, or tourists visiting the Kateboga State Park where my dad works. It’s not a very exciting place to live. You can’t even watch grass grow because there has only been snow since we moved to Minnesota.

A massive copse of trees provided a natural barrier to anyone passing by on the highway to see our house from the highway because our driveway curves around it and the single-wide trailer it set far enough back to provide some privacy and shield us from the noise of passing 18 wheelers in the dead of night.

It would be possible that the timing of our run just happened to coincide with a passing trucker. However, they usually traveled pretty fast and had no stop signs or lights. It seemed doubtful they'd even notice two lily-white teenage butts flashing them from the woods.

My sister ran straight for 23. "Why don't we START clockwise and then work our way around the property, sis?" I asked. I quickly calculated that if we ran to the nearest property line and followed it all around the length of the property, we'd have LESS running to do.

However, if we made a B-line for where the road meets our property, we had a bigger chance of getting caught, AND we had to run further across our yard to start the run.

My sister has no concept of geometry or trying to calculate the shortest distance in her head. She simply ran in a straight line out the door, and I was following her big butt in the snow toward the highway. She was running in this direction because it was the direction she was running, which was enough for Joy.

I wanted to shave off a few minutes from the journey, but it was pointless to argue with her. Every time I spoke, I saw my breath hanging in the air. I felt like I was losing internal temperature each time I said and wanted to conserve my energy.

We carefully checked the highway once we reached the road – good news! Not a car in sight in either direction. The road was icy because we were out in the middle of nowhere. It didn't mean people wouldn't be driving because they know how to winterize their cars for snowy conditions. I was still thankful we weren't spotted and felt it would be unlikely. We started running along the street line. That was the most thrilling and challenging length of the run. It was the point when we still had a lot of energy, and our teeth weren't chattering.

The cold excited me sexually in a weird way. I felt like it made my nipples so hard, and periodically I had to reach down to my pussy; the chill on my buttocks was strangely arousing. The chance of being spotted was almost nothing, but I was still glad once we ran past the drive to the house and could turn left toward the back of the property. Now, if anything, someone might see the cracks of our little butts running away.

All the while, the cold did its work. I first noticed that my nose was getting red, and my cheeks were getting a slight windburn. My fingers were getting cold, and despite the hopping quickly, we were slowing down. Our toes were starting to get cold.

I imagined a thin layer of ice coating my ass cheeks like donut glaze as the sweat on my butt froze. It was psychosomatic, though. I simply had a very frosty butt.

I did have to reach between my legs periodically and frig my labia by pulling them apart. The viscous wetness was starting to freeze and stick together. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be stuck out here like this. I knew it would be torture -possibly a slow death.

The thought dawned on me that the guys may not let us back in. However, I assumed that even they would not be that cruel and put it out of my mind. I remained focused.

Most of the plants were dead, there were a few winter flowers sticking up here and there, and very little vegetation. One of the plants we frequently saw looked like weeds, but they had tiny white gum drop-shaped bulbs hanging down that reminded me of candy.

It was helpful to just observe nature and take it all in. I kept hoping we'd spot a deer or a rabbit, but in this cold, even they knew better than to dash about like silly heifers.

"My butthole is freezing up," Joy half giggled as we reached what seemed like the 2/3rds mark of the property. I had run track in high school and knew that four times around was one mile. We were running about that distance, but it may have just been my perception.

"Touch it and ensure the moisture doesn't freeze," I warned.

"I am not going to touch my butthole out here," Joy smiled playfully.

"Seriously, you don't want to freeze up. I keep touching my labia and jiggling them, so they don't stick together."

"Your what?"

"My pussy lips," I had to explain.

My sister reached down to her pussy and did the same thing, and then I saw her reach behind her, pull her ass cheeks apart slightly while continuing a good pace of jogging and tap her butthole.

"Don't tell anyone we did this," she warned.

"Who am I going to tell that I ran naked around my house to stop my stepbrother from blackmailing me," I said.

"Blackmail? Who is a black male?" Joy asked excitedly.

"No, he's promising to get us in trouble if we don't do this. He's coercing us," I decided to stop trying to explain that to my sister and just promised to tell no one because there was no one I could tell.

"God, how much further is it?" She finally asked. I realized as I looked back to the street, that we had overshot the property, and we were on someone else's land because we were coming up on what looked like a field, and my father didn't have one of those. We turned toward the highway and began running.

I had grossly underestimated how far we had gone. We still weren't 2/3rds of the way around. I had no way to tell how long it had taken us, but my upper thighs were now burning, and I felt muscle cramps coming on, and I was starting to get terrified that would run out of steam.

"I will never forgive Nick for siding with Ethan," I shared.

"He's just rooting for the boy team. He has no guy friends; I am not mad at him. I am just disappointed," Joy said sweetly.

That was sweet, but Nick deserved as much blame as Ethan. They were in on this together, even if Ethan was the instigator.

"Why do they have to be so mean?" I asked.

"I think to Nick and Ethan, we pissed them off. If we had just let them feel like they won, they wouldn't be trying to teach us a lesson."

"A simple 'I don't know' would have sufficed," I replied.

"I am not trying to say that I told you so, Mary," my sister was breathing heavily and wanted to stop running. "I am just saying, we'll get more with sugar than honey or vinegar. I am not sure how the saying goes. Can we stop and take a break?"

"Heck no, if we stop, we'll freeze up, plus he'll say that we didn't run the whole way and make us do this again, Joy."

"I am not doing this again," My sister promised me.

"You said it would be fun the other day," I said.

"It seemed sunnier the other day, and I didn't realize how far it was," she said.

"I am sorry for accusing you of working with the guys against me. I realize you would never do that, and its proof that you are out here with me, trying something to make this stop," I said.

"If I can do the next five dares solo, I will. I want to make it up to you for not standing up to them and telling Mom and Dad. I just thought they wouldn't believe you, and piling on would only make me look like a liar, and then the guys would be even more angry at us."

I saw the side of the road where we began this jog and felt a second wind coming over me. "Let's sprint and go back in," I challenged my sister to run as fast as she could. We only had a little distance to go.

Just as we got to the highway, a Jeep whizzed by, and my heart skipped a beat. They were driving so fast that I doubted they could see us. I didn't want to wait to see if they would return. We made a beeline back for the door.

When we got to the door, my worst fear was realized. The handle was ice-cold and locked. I pulled futilely on the door and knocked. "Guys, this isn't funny. Let us in."

“Who Eeeeeeeeeeez it?” Ethan asked in an outrageous parody of a Mexican act.

"I am not playing your games. Ethan, we are freezing. This is serious."

"Oh c'mon, keep jogging in place; you can stay warm!"

"You promised you would let us in!" I banged again but kept lifting my legs high so that I could keep my blood moving.

"I did? Do you have that in writing anywhere?" Ethan asked wickedly.

"NICK!! NICK!! I know you aren't this cruel. We begged my little brother to open the door.

"Don't make us break the window!" I threatened. I was ready to get a rock somewhere and break the window. I didn't care at this stage what my parents thought. I was worried we'd freeze to death.
I kept looking for a rock or something to break a window with, but there wasn't any, pacing back and forth in front of our door. There was nothing but snow and a few branches here and there. I saw a cement step leading up to the mobile home. Even the cement patio was covered in snow, and we had no lawn furniture.

"Cool your jets, turbo," Ethan looked through the windowpane at us. He saw his breath on the glass and admired our naked bodies. "Hey, what was that move you do about when you pull down your pussy flaps? Letting the landing gear down?" he asked mockingly.

We had to be really far from the house when I did that; I couldn't imagine he could have seen me that closely. I didn't answer him.

"We'll do the other dares, Nick! Just let us in. Don't you want us to do the other dares?" My sister promised as she kicked her knees up and down like she was bouncing a ball on them. Her tits jiggled as she did.

"The next dare is to stay outside until we finish the laundry; then, you'll have nice dry and warm undies, Sis!"

I should have known that he would double-cross me. I was so cold and frustrated that I didn't think about how unlikely it was that Nick and Ethan would take it upon themselves to do the laundry. That wasn't even THEIR chore for the day.

"We are in here drinking hot chocolate," Nick smiled through the curtains and held up a mug. "We've almost got the tree put together! You'd be proud of how much work we did while you two were running around naked," he said. Nick looked snug in his friendly, warm sweater.

"You ass!" I shouted. I knew he would do something like this. I wouldn’t have been that mad if they went ahead and opened the door after teasing us a little to scare us. I was starting to panic, but Joy kept pacing and giggling as the boys tapped on various windows in the house to get our attention and then darted to another window in the house.

Nick alternated windows and cracked them open only enough to hand things to us. There was no way I could reach inside and choke him or force it open. He opened the window just enough to lift the screen and slide something out.

"That's not nice! I know you are cold, and I was going to give you this hot chocolate to warm your cold hearts but I guess you don’t Waaaaant it," Nick turned away from the curtain and closed it behind him. I felt so abandoned and betrayed. I no longer thought about my modesty. As far as I was concerned, I'd stay at the door for as long as it took them to open it.

I was having doubts we were going to survive. My butt was genuinely freezing, and now I felt it was actually freezing shut. I didn't want to give the guys the satisfaction of seeing me reach behind my ass and tickle the hole a little to prevent that from happening, but I had no choice.

Meanwhile, Nick was down at the other end of the trailer with the window open, sticking his head out, holding a mug. "Here is one for Joy and a pair of shoes," he smiled as he dangled it.

Joy dashed down to that end of the trailer like a fish underwater, trying to coax someone to toss bread down to it from the shore.

"Do ten jumping jacks, and I will give them both to you!" Nick teased.

"Does that count as a dare?" my sister's teeth chattered as she spoke, making her sound a bit like a dolphin. I wanted to tell her that the daring thing was a total lie to get us trapped outside, but I didn't want to break her spirit. We just had to get out of this situation.

Nick took pity on his sister and gave her the chocolate and the shoes before she finished four. My sister had to sit down on the cold cement block in front of the trailer, which served as a step to get her shoes on. I am sure it froze her butt, but she endured it, and then she started drinking and walking briskly.

Ethan popped his head out, around our kitchen/dining room. He had a mug for me and a pair of shoes.

"We are not going to let you die. We just want to finish this laundry for you and show you how we took care of all the chores," Ethan smiled. He looked so evil to me. He had a handsome face like a Prince charming type, but I knew he was rotten to the core. I wasn't going to bite a gift horse, though. I took the mug and the shoes.

"A thank you would be nice," he said.

I growled at him and quickly took a sip of the hot chocolate.

It was so bitter and salty that I spat it out onto the snow. It almost burnt my mouth.

"Did I make it with salt again? Salt and sugar look so much alike," he teased. "I hope it wasn't too hot? You probably should have shown some gratitude."

I had no time for that; I slid my feet into the shoes without sitting down, which was tremendous. The guys had gloves for us next.

"Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top, please, Nick, may I have a glove?" Nick made my sister repeat that sincerely to get a single glove. He made her do it again but in baby talk for the second one. Joy was willing to degrade herself for gloves. She quickly popped them on and continued pacing back and forth.

"Almost done now, Mary. Will you ask nicely for the gloves, or am I wasting my time getting my head cold and chilly by sticking these out there?" Ethan showed me another set of gloves.

I had to put away my pride and use baby talk to beg for the gloves, which I did. I was thankful to get them. I was also plotting my revenge. I didn't know how, but I would get even. If the pantsing episode hadn't sent them to jail, then surely locking us outside in the cold would have. This was life or death now, as far as I was concerned.

"Alright, who wants a pair of WARM panties?" Nick offered a pair to my sister. They were obviously her size.

Joy was willing to take them. They wouldn't keep her very warm, but anything in this cold was better than nothing. I was shocked Nick didn't make my sister dance, sing, plead, or beg. He just tossed them down to her. She quickly popped them on and smiled. The familiar Winnie the Pooh logo was on the front.

"We've been out here for hours!" I begged them to give us more clothes than that.

"You haven't even been out there thirty minutes," Ethan assured me and showed me his watch. "That's an extra truth; you owe me another dare," he teased before offering me a warm pair of panties through the window.

I hated playing my stepbrother's game, but I'd take anything at this stage. The problem was my panties were NOT warm. In fact, they felt like they had been in the freezer. It was still possible to put them on. They weren't hard and brittle, but they may have just made it worse.

They were MY panties. I could see that, but they had words on the back.

"ANAL WHORE” was printed on the back. It looked like it was professionally done, and I bought them that way. I was horrified. What else had they done to my clothes?"

"You like the customization?" Ethan grinned down at me from inside the trailer.

"Turn around," I asked Joy. She didn't mind. On the back, in grey lettering, Her panties read "SPANK MY FAT BOOTY HARDER."

I implored Joy to remove them as soon as I saw the writing. When the boys started teasing us by making us plead for our shoes and gloves I assumed they were just goofing on us and they’d eventually let us back in the house, but now I knew they were setting us up.

Joy wasn't about to part with the warm panties, even after I warned her. It was hard to blame her, any warmth, even thin panties fresh from the dryer over a frosty butt was better than nothing but I knew that nothing good could happen by playing along with it.

"Oh look, it is Mom and Dad. That's perfect timing; any longer, and you might have gotten frostbite on your little ant bite titties and stinky little b-hole. You better put on those panties. Mom said you better have on fresh drawers when she gets home," Ethan hid behind the curtain again and left us outside.

[EddieDavidson]

The stepbrother switches from Ethan to Todd to Ethan.

But it is a great start

Thank you! It's early edits, more of a rough draft but I made the correction. He seemed more like an "Ethan" than a "Todd" to me.

I am working on chapter three. I can use some advice on how to keep this a true "Embaressed nude female" story without bumming people out. The goal is naked girls at Christmas, eggnog and mistletoe, not "abuse" - Ethan is the Snidely Whiplash villain at this point, and rest assured, I plan to have him get his.

However, unlike many of my stories where I plot it out and write it ahead of time, this is free-form for this forum exclusively and later I'll move it to SOL. However, I want to give back to this group for the amazing stuff they give to me. I am amazed at the quality and prolific writing here.

[EddieDavidson]

My parents were pulling up, and I ditched the panties I was holding under the snow at my feet. There was no scenario in which panties that said “Anal Whore” was going to make things better. I was already caught. I had to get rid of those, and my sister needed to take hers off as well!

I begged Joy to take them off and warned her that they said “Spank My Booty Harder” on them. “Please Joy!! Just kick them off and ditch them!”

She almost didn’t believe me and thought I was pranking her until she turned her head, yanked them up, and saw the words. In horror, my cute little sister ditched them in the snow.

I was probably going to be in serious trouble, but I was relieved to get inside the house. I was truly freezing my butt off, literally. My teeth were chattering, and it seemed like it was only a matter of time before we had frostbite.

I already had windburn on my face from running in the cold air. I could feel the sensation turning my cheeks pink.

My father and mother stalked over to us like avenging angels on judgment day. “What in the name of Jesus are you naughty girls doing outside showing your little fannies to the world?” Holly asked in her smarmy Texas accent. The tone of her voice reminded me of Nancy Grace, a journalist who used to do TV about legal trials.

“Why are you both naked?” Dad asked. They were both in coats and even they looked cold.

“Just let us in, please,” I couldn’t help but chatter my teeth. I felt like any minute, I’d have frostbite. I just wanted warmth. I’ll explain later.

“What did you throw down in the snow when we drove up?” Holly asked accusingly. It took her only a minute to find my panties and then my sister’s panties near those. She read the back and looked at us with a look of disgust.

“You brought MUGS of hot cocoa outside but took your clothes off? That means you knew you’d be out here. You went outside of your own free will to get up to something! Your clothes didn’t magically teleport back to the house,” Dad noticed the twin mugs on the ground, including the spilled chocolate in the snow. I shook my head, no, but he wasn’t accepting that. He was livid with me, and that was understandable.

I felt so ashamed.

“I can SEE the mugs; I can see the panties you tried to hide! Let’s go inside, girls! I can see you are freezing, but I am so mad at you both right now. I don’t want to stand here and listen to excuses for something you had. And Joy? I never expected your sister to become a troublemaker, but you? You are so sweet and innocent.”

“Mary probably put her up to this!”

Once inside the house, the warm air was so welcome. I couldn’t get enough of it. The house usually feels a little chilly, but compared to outside in the elements, it was a sauna.

The first thing that I noticed was the house was immaculate. The second thing I noticed was that not only was the tree put together, but the lights were wrapped around it and twinkling, and the guys were busy putting decorative bulbs in place, which was something we didn’t even have to do yet.

“They locked us out,” I accused my brother and my stepbrother and pointed a chilled finger at them.

Our parents weren’t interested in my accusations at all.

“Yep, guilty as charged,” Ethan remained, calm, cool, and collected. His hair was perfect, and he applied some mice. He was wearing a nice sweater vest and looked quite cozy.

My father was horrified. “You locked your sister’s outside?”

“I know that sounds bad, but we texted you to come back right away, and I can prove that” Ethan said as he showed them his phone with the time code in the text message. The text message read “COME HOME, ASAP, PLEASE!!”

Ethan assured my father he was afraid for our well-being but felt he had no choice. He quickly explained his version of events. I wanted to go get dressed, but Holly told me that I needed to wait right there.

“It looks like you have been running around naked. You can stand right there until we get to the bottom of your streaking!”

“I led us in an inspirational prayer,” Ethan began his lie and then said that he divided up the work and assigned us to do the laundry. “Nick and I wanted to surprise you by decorating the tree before you got home.”

“Well, that’s good, but skip to why you locked your sister’s outside,” Dad asked him grimly.

“I guess the girls ruined the laundry. I am not sure why. They may have not been paying attention, or they may have done it intentionally. All I know is that they were dancing around to rap music and booty-clapping in just a pair of panties. They said they wanted to put ALL their clothes in the laundry. I was shocked to see Joy join in and surprised by the enormous size of her breasts.”

Dad frowned even harder.

“It was quite offensive, and I warned them that, as their brother, I didn’t want to see their nudity. I told them that if they carried on in this unseemly manner, I would have to tell you both and begged them to put clothes back on. They said they didn’t care who saw them naked, and they planned to go play in the snow in just their panties. We warned them they could get frostbite, and they said they had made hot chocolate and were just going to run down to the highway to flash truckers.”

This story was so much bullshit that I could hardly believe my father would allow him to finish.

“I warned them that I’d have to tell on them, and of course, Mary implied she’d get even if I did. I didn’t want to get into a physical altercation with her. I did lock them out, but I texted you as soon as they left the trailer, and it was safe to do so. Then, after they had their fun down by the road, they came back and threw their mugs against the wall. They threatened to break the window, Dad! I was so afraid.”

My dad is nobody’s fool. He couldn’t fall for such an implausible line of bullshit.

“They said if you found the real panties they like to wear that, you’d be angry with them and begged us to let them in. I am a Christian, sir, and I only know mercy, but I also know retribution, and I locked them out for my safety and Nick’s safety. We spent the rest of the time working on the tree and ignoring them.”

At this point, I was getting my circulation back, thawing out some, but my body still stung from the cold. I didn’t have anything seriously wrong with me, but I felt like I had been stuck in an icebox for an hour.

“I knew that, like last night, they would spin an entirely different story than I told, so I took some pictures of them. I know it could be seen as pornography, but I will delete them as soon as you see them.”

My dad flicked through the pictures. A few of the pictures were of Ethan holding a bible, but the rest were of me and my sister outside. The first was a shot of our bare asses facing the road. We must have just reached the road and were about to turn to run along that edge. It made it look like we probably were standing there flashing truckers.

Many of the earliest pictures show us smiling when we were enthusiastic about getting through this ordeal.

There was another picture of my sister picking her ass. There was a very well-zoomed-in picture of me pulling down my labia to separate them, but you could easily think I was masturbating in the woods.

The kicker? He had a video. It was just a seven-second clip, and it was clearly my voice shouting. “Don’t make us break the window!”

“I would have recorded more, but most of what the girls said was obscene, and I felt that was sufficient, Dad.”

There was no defense for any of this. This had taken some planning. Ethan didn’t just get lucky today. He had orchestrated my downfall. He chipped away my credibility the night before, and today, he took a bulldozer and destroyed it.

The mugs of hot chocolate made it seem like we had taken them with us to gallivant around on some girls’ gone wild adventure, and flash truckers were quite convincing. The panties, though – that was the part I didn’t understand at all.

“Yesterday, you said I told you I didn’t wear panties,” my voice was still cracking and chattering as I composed myself. “today, you say I wear custom panties with perverted captions on them.”

“I didn’t read the words on the back; all I know is you laughed and said they didn’t find your real stash of panties. I guess maybe some days you go commando, and other days you were the naughty stuff?” Ethan implied.

I wanted to point out that if he was so innocent, how does he even know what “commando” means, but other than that, I really couldn’t’ formulate any coherent defense.

My father picked up my panties, shook his head, and asked “Anal whore?”

“At least she won’t get pregnant that way,” Holly sounded disgusted and pragmatic at the same time.

My father wasn’t in a joking mood. “Spank my fat booty harder?” he asked Joy. “How did you girls even afford to buy these?”

“They’ve been getting Amazon packages, I assumed they were Christmas gifts,” Ethan lied.

“How would you buy things on Amazon?” Dad was puzzled.

“Good question, we didn’t,” I explained and denied everything. However, there was no way he’d believe me now.

“Go to your room and get dressed, and we’ll figure out what to do with you two,” Dad frowned. When we got into our room, it was stripped – completely empty of clothes. Even our bed sheet was gone. There were no jeans, shirts, panties. I was surprised there were a few pairs of mismatched knee socks.

“Why did they do this to us?” Joy was beside herself with wonder as she sat her bare ass on the bed. “We were going to run nude around the perimeter for them and do five more dares. They had won. Why didn’t they just accept that?” she asked. She was slack-jawed and bewildered.

“Ethan is a little sociopath, and I am not sure why Nick would help him, but he did it because he could.”

I started to explain how there had to be planning to pull this off. I told my sister how the day before had to be just priming our parents to believe I’d be capable of these things so they could really drop a bomb on us.”

I had a sudden thought, and I dropped to my knees and looked under my bed. There was a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes. They were open and one of them had red lipstick around the tip. A lighter was inside the cellophane around the pack.

“They planted more things in our room, we have to ditch this stuff,” I said. There wasn’t any place else I could hide it though. I had a wastepaper basket, but there wasn’t anything in it. The boys had emptied it. The only chance I had was to open the sliding glass window and toss it as far away from the house as possible.

“Here’s a bottle of whiskey,” Joy found a tiny bottle, maybe 2.5 ounces of Fireball Whiskey wedged behind the dresser.

I did my best to open the window without making any noise, but there was also a screen. Just as I was about to launch it out the window, my door opened.

“What do you have there?” Dad asked.

“It’s not what you think,” I chose my words poorly. That made it sound terrible. “Dad, this is all a setup. Ethan is a monster. Please, hear me out. He planted these cigarettes and whiskey. There is probably a porno magazine in here with gay guys, and who knows what else.”

“So, rather than show it to me, you were just going to launch it out the window?” Dad stood with his eyes stony and fixed on me.

I had no explanation.

“Honey, you are so intelligent. You are a terrible liar, though. I experimented with cigarettes and alcohol when I was your age. I didn’t experiment with sex toys and naughty panties though. The other question I need to ask,” he said as he closed my window to keep the heat from dissipating was “Why are you not dressed?”

“They took ALL of our clothes,” I pointed out that our closet and dressers were empty.

“They? Nick and Ethan?” Dad confirmed.

“Who else?” I said.

“I want to believe you, but none of this adds up, Mary. Do you want to tell me how you bought this stuff? You don’t have a job; you don’t have an allowance. There are no stores nearby.”

“I promise you we didn’t buy it.”

“I am not sure what Joy’s role in this is,” Dad couldn’t look directly at her like he could me. Her huge knockers probably made it hard to look at anything when you look at Joy.

“I don’t know what to do with you two. Holly is furious, and I am disappointed. Are you trying to break us up? Is that it?”

“No, Dad! I am glad you found love!” I assured him. “I don’t like Ethan, but Holly is fine.”

“Are you trying to break us up, so Ethan will be gone? Because it doesn’t work like that. Even if you misbehave, I’d never send you away and Holly would never send Ethan away,” Dad explained. I assured him that I knew that.

“I hate the idea of you two traipsing around naked, but let’s go see what Holly found.”

I felt my entire world crumbling beneath me as I stepped out of my room in just a pair of shoes. Went to the laundry room, where Ethan and Nick were pretended to be confused by what they saw.

“I think we found what they did, but we don’t know why,” Holly admitted in her southern accent.

Dad waited for her to explain, but Holly only asked why we hadn’t put any clothes on.

“They say they don’t have any,” Dad clearly didn’t believe even that, even though he saw our empty room.

“You girls must LIKE walking around showing off your goodies to everybody then,” Holly frowned. “They packed the laundry machine to the brim, even put their sheets in there, and it looks like a magazine was in the sheets,” she showed him a torn up gay magazine featuring a macho guy on the cover. It was all torn up. We think that’s how the clothes got dyed.”

All of the clothes she had were dry and colored orange. Most of them had rips, tears, and holes in them. “It’s hard to say, do you remember what you girls put in the washing machine? You know you could break it, right?”

“What’s this?” Ethan bent over and picked up an object from the ground and asked if it was a lawn dart or something.

I didn’t know what one was at the time, but it was a bullet-shaped butt plug with two ridged grooves and a curved, beaded handle made out of stainless steel. It seemed like my parents did, though.

“That would tear up the washing machine,” Holly confirmed. She turned her attention to the dryer and revealed that we must have left it on too many cycles. “They pretty much shredded or shrunk everything.”

“They said they were going to save time and do everything in their room at once, and when it didn’t dry the first time, they ran it again and again, Mommy,” Ethan lied. “They said they were going to wear just a pair of panties and let their boobs air out. I told them it was inappropriate, but Mary said I had already seen what she had yesterday, and I should just thank my lucky stars she let me look for free.”

“For free?” Dad didn’t know what to make of that. He asked Nick what he saw. “You have been very quiet. What did you see?”

“I don’t want to say anything because I am worried that Joy and Mary will be mad at me, but yeah, they did those things,” he said.

Joy gasped and called her little brother a liar.

“Even your bed sheets are ruined,” Holly looked at me as if I was the most wasteful and unrepentant person in the world. “Is this tolerable, Sam?”

“No,” he said.

“You see what sparing the rod and spoiling the child does, right?” She said.

My father agreed.

“There has to be something in here they can wear,” Dad started to dig through the clothes. He noticed a few pairs of panties at the top. There was a red pair with a Tootsie roll pop on the front and the captions “lick, don’t bite.”

I still didn’t know how he got the panties to look like they were professional. I assumed he bought them, or maybe ironed on the letters somehow from a decal.

“I don’t think they deserve clothes, Sam,” Holly said.

“if they like running around naked, then letting them do that isn’t going to deter them,” Dad said.

“They like the attention of flashing truckers when we aren’t here. They liked showing my son naughty underwear, but when we arrived, they wanted to pretend they didn’t wear any at all.”

“YOUR son?” Dad asked.

“Poor choice of words, OUR son, and that’s OUR daughters, right? We’ll get them some proper clothes, but I think they should stand in the living room straight as a bored, nose in the corner and think about what they did.”

Dad didn’t even tell Holly about the cigarettes and whiskey.

The worst part? Our laundry machine and dryer were now broken, and all for Ethan’s disgusting little game.

Holly took us to the living room and put me and my sister in different corners. “Touch your nose, knees and toes to the wall,” she told me as I faced the corner. It sounded like a rhyme, so she had obviously had experience with this form of discipline in the past, but I hadn’t.

“Now, put your hands behind your head, interlace your fingers, and hold them up until dinner. How do you like showing off your body now, Mary?”

I didn’t answer.

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, young lady.”

“I don’t like showing it off,” I replied.

“You might want to think about changing your tone and using Ma’am once in a while when you are talking to me. I had a wild side when I was a little older than you, but I gave my life to Jesus. What I did doesn’t even compare to the naughty things I’ve seen. Flashing truckers? Did you think maybe that on those icy roads, some poor old trucker might see you out there waving and hollering and just slide right off that road into a ditch?”

“I didn’t, Ma’am,” I replied. I couldn’t defend myself; I decided to take my sister’s advice and not be defiant.

“I saw a picture of you carrying on and touching yourself. I hope you didn’t do that in front of Ethan and Nick?”

“I didn’t,” I promised.

“Well, they saw because they took a picture and now, they can’t unsee! I’d ask how you’d like it if some boy pulled out his pee-pee and started pulling on it in front of you, but you might like that as well. You had a magazine of pornography featuring men. Do you know who else likes that? gay men.”

I wanted to tell her that she has that in common with them as well. She also likes men, namely my father. However, I kept my mouth shut and thought better of it.

“I don’t know what got in your head to overload the washer and dryer. It can be filled up like that. it looks like you put naughty toys and magazines in there and who knows what else. Now it’s not working, and do you know what else? I don’t have extra bed sheets for you and your sister.

I wished she would stop talking down to me and making me feel terrible. She promised we weren’t finished and left me alone against the wall. I at least got my wish. Now, I had to scratch my butt, and I was afraid to bring my hands down.

About the time, my arms started feeling heavy, and I wanted to drop them by my side, I felt hot breath on my neck and panicked. It was Ethan. He put his mouth to my ear and goosed me with his finger by sticking it between my legs, under my labia.

“Truth or Dare? Here is a truth for you: I told you to play my way, and you didn’t want to do that. I had to teach you a lesson. Now, I bet you’ll play when I ask, won’t you, Sis?”

He lifted his finger up, and touched my pussy, blew in my ear, and asked me again.

“Yes, I’ll play,” I promised through gritted teeth.

He warned me to be nice and not consider revenge because he was no one to be trifled with before stepping away and pretending he had never been close to me in the first place. I kept my face forward, staring at the faux-plywood finish in the corner.

“Nice butt, by the way,” he snickered as he dashed off.

It took about an hour for my parents to come to a conclusion on all of the damage. We were allowed to stop standing in the corner, but that only changed the venue. Holly told us to help her in the kitchen making dinner. The kitchen is super small and there is no room for three people to walk around and access the fridge, stove, and counter space. I spent most of my time awkwardly walking around looking for something to do.

It’s hard to be nude around a room full of clothed people. You never know what to do with your hands. You have no pockets and everywhere you try to move it feels like you are exposing yourself in some way. I kept feeling a compulsion to hold my hands over my pussy.

Anytime my hand would instinctively drift to cover my pussy, my mother noticed and gave me some down-home metaphor for not touching yourself.

“Keep your hands away from that bushy patch, Little Missy. You aren’t picking blackberries,”

It only heightened my embarrassment because now it seemed like I was only trying to cop a quick feel of myself.

The guys in the family sat at our dining table, which is right next to the kitchen as an extension.

My father felt the washing machine and dryer could be repaired but that would take time and money. “I’ve spent a lot of money on Christmas this month, and I really just don’t have it. I also don’t have the money to replace the girl’s clothes.”

I thought that Ethan or Nick might joke that we could remain naked. Instead, they acted like they were concerned and genuinely wished to help by donating any extra cash they had lying around. “That’s okay boys. We’ll figure it out. It just may take a little while.”

“You could take back some of my presents, Dad. As long as I have my new family and we are all together this Christmas, that’s all I could ever want. My new sisters may be a handful, but I am sure we can get past this,” Ethan added.

The presumptuous little turd!

“What about the girl’s Sunday school clothes? They HAVE to go to Church. The need is obviously greater than ever,” Holly was overwhelmingly concerned about how we’d look if we missed Church.

“I can’t think about that right now, Holly. We have a few days until then,” he said.

“After Christmas, we were going to enroll the kids back in school. The girls will need school clothes, too!”

“Don’t remind me,” Dad asked my mother. “I know, and I know you want them in a Christian Academy, but there isn’t anything like that for miles.”

“We could continue homeschool, Mom?” Ethan suggested. We moved here in November, and it was decided that we’d start school at the first of the year. It was something I was looking forward to because I love Academics. Ethan was homeschooled by his mother.

“We’ve talked about this Ethan. Mommy has to work. I think I may stay home with you tomorrow and help watch over the girls, though!”

“That’s not necessary, Mom! I think they learned their lesson,” Ethan offered helpfully.

“Yeah, a half an hour outside freezing their butts off, probably taught the girls NEVER to go outside and do that again,” Nick added. I couldn’t believe that he wasn’t sympathetic. He KNEW we didn’t deserve this.

“I don’t want you ever locking your sisters outside again,” Dad warned quite seriously. “They could have developed frostbite, or someone may have kidnapped them.”

“They’d have been arrested more likely,” Holly had no sympathy for me and my sister. She kept directing us to very basic things like chop onions, and we took our time because there was only so much that we could do to help while she fried pork chops and put things in the stove. “I think the boys did the right thing. The girls learned a valuable lesson about doing something naughty. They may have wanted to run down there and get a thrill for a few minutes, but thirty minutes in the cold freezing their bare behinds off will be a lesson they won’t forget.”

“It’s not our sons’ job to teach our daughters a lesson,” Dad replied pragmatically.

“No, it’s our job to set good examples, and I think you set a fine one for Nick, and I set a good one for Ethan and they did what I would have done. If it were up to me, I’d make them stay bare bottomed until Christmas and take every one of their Christmas presents back to buy them some new clothes.”

“It’s up to us to decide together, Holly. We are a blended family, but we ARE A family, and we’ll get through this together. I don’t think we have to do anything as extreme as all that. Let’s not be hasty about addressing this. I thought you said you didn’t like seeing the girls naked.”

“I don’t,” Holly. “I also don’t like seeing them misbehave, drinking whiskey, smoking cigarettes, looking at disgusting magazines, or flashing truckers by the side of the road. If given the choice between the two, I’d teach them a lesson they won’t forget!”

“They were smoking and drinking?” Ethan feigned surprise. He was the one who planted those things in our room!

“I am just sorry you boys have had a crash-course education into the inner-workings of the female anatomy. You saw some things boys your age isn’t supposed to see until marriage. We can’t take that back and erase it, though. So, we may as well consider teaching the girls that there are consequences for actions.”

“I am not ready to discuss their punishment just yet. I agree with you that some response is in order, and it needs to be thought out and discussed. Were there any clothes that were salvageable in the laundry?”

“Even their bedsheets are ruined, and I mean all of them. Their jackets, jeans, most everything was shredded or shrunk, or both. Everything got dyed pink because they washed it on hot and dried the clothes multiple times. Joy’s nice fuzzy sweaters, including one I JUST bought her for her birthday were thrown in the dryer and just destroyed.”

I heard my sister sob, and sniffle. She loved that sweater. My sister’s birthday was less than a few weeks ago, and that was a particularly nice sweater. I hated Ethan and Nick for destroying it for some petty revenge they must have felt they needed.

“Oh, don’t give me those crocodile tears, Joy. You gals either knew you’d ruin those clothes, or you didn’t care. There is no reason you would have loaded the washer that irresponsibly and then carried on stuffing the dryer the same way after you broke the washing machine. “

“It’s probably the onions she’s slicing, Mommy,” Ethan pointed out that my sister happened to be dicing the onions at that moment.

“Hurry up with those. You’ve been working on them for going on five minutes now. Don’t worry about dragging that task out. If you run out of things to do, I’ll FIND something for you to do,” Holly scolded my sister.

“We didn’t destroy our own clothes, Why would we do that?” Joy begged for an answer, as she wiped her eye.

Holly turned to my sister, placed her hands on her hips imperiously and asked the same question rhetorically to suggest that only my sister and I knew the answer to that question. “Maybe you two LIKE running around here like naked little jaybirds? You love attention, don’t you Joy?”

My father didn’t want to rehash the discussion about what we did. He tried to put a stop to the discussion because it had already been talked about and he wanted to move on to the solution portion of the discussion, but my sister answered our stepmother.

“I don’t like THIS kind of attention. I need a bra, Mom!”

“You most certainly do,” Holly assessed my little sister’s huge boobs hanging down on her chest. “You loaded up the dryer with them and went outside without one to show off what the good lord gave you for nursing babies to the truckers though. If you don’t like this kind of attention, you sure do seem to seek it out!”

My father was able to calm the tension in the room and changed the subject by asking again what clothes we DO have.

“I am not counting the two filthy pairs of panties they wore outside. Those are not acceptable. I thought about taking a magic marker and covering up the obscene language on the back just to give them something to wear under their clothes. They ruined everything in their closet, Sam. They have their shoes and some odd socks. We can give them towels to wear, and you may have some old shirts that are long enough to cover them just below the waist.”

“That’s it? Isn’t there anything in the boys' closets they could wear?”

“I am not inclined to take from the boys to provide for girls who ruined their own clothes intentionally, but even if I were, there isn’t much that would fit them without serious alterations, especially Joy.”

“How are you so sure it was intentional?” Dad asked.

“Girls, how many times have you done the laundry since you were here?” Holly asked us. We didn’t answer because we thought it was rhetorical. “If I took a leather strap to your bare bottoms the way I wanted when I first saw you jumping around outside you would answer me with a quickness. I asked HOW MANY TIMES have you done laundry?”

“About a dozen, Ma’am,” I dried my eye, because a tear was starting to form.

“And in that time, they never once overloaded the wash or shrunk a single thing. So, they KNEW how to do it properly. Only someone who has NEVER done washing might do that. They also carelessly left unmentionable things in the washer and dryer, so either they were just in a rush to get outside to flash, or they were trying to break the machine.”

“I just don’t understand this,” Dad frowned. At least, he hoped there might be a more reasonable explanation.

“When I was a little younger than them, I went through a rebellious streak. As girls mature and have all these hormones running through their bodies, they go from doll babies to boy crazy. I know because the nicest girls back at my Sunday school started running around with bad boys. They reach an age where they want to test boundaries and push buttons and see what they can get away with. I hate to say this, but I believe in honesty, Sam. I am just going to come right out and say it. The girls were raised without a proper female role model, and now there is a new lady in their life that doesn’t put up with their crap. They have the stress of seeing their family dynamic change. They had access to you all the time, and now they have to share you with me and Ethan. That could explain the sudden change in behavior.”

I hated this Doctor Phil-inspired country psychanalysis. It was completely false, but talking right now would only make things worse.

[EddieDavidson]

INTERLUDE FROM AUTHOR (Before I post Chapter Four- which I am working on)


I could use an editor or at least a person to act as a sounding board on this story. I am posting it raw with minimal editing as I write it. There is a reason for that. I would like to solicit feedback. I have not done that in years. I tend to write while I am inspired, and go back and edit/fine tune later. What you are reading now is minimal editing to get the basics down.

I have been writing for years exclusively on another site (in my bio) and that site is great from a technical perspective. It lets me post serial stories and pictures, and it has a lot of readers etc.

BUT, it has a TOXIC community. The forums are a coffee-klatch of regulars who often treat newcomers poorly. The voting system is designed for trolls who create multiple accounts just to down vote stories to "punish" new authors for daring to post themes they don't like. There is a tremendous "Bro" attitude there, so any story that dabbles into a situation like the ENM forum would, or cuckolding or femdom, sends them running to downvote.

Here it's a "Thank you" system, which is so much cooler. You collect thank yous. You don't have a score of what is most likely mostly 1s and 10s that averages to 6.1 to discourage you. The 1s are from trolls who are subjectively voting against your themes, and 10s from people that liked it. I think most people vote that way there, but I could be wrong. Either way, voting stresses people out. The thank you idea is brilliant.

The goal of the downvote/trolling is to irritate and invalidate a new author so much they just give up and leave. They send nastygrams, or post comments that are basically "This story sucks, 0/10" or "I hated it" because to them it is an airport where they have to announce their departure. The frustration I have with that is there are quite literally thousands of stories on the site all ranked and categorized by codes.

Often their hatred will be they cite a fetish in the story and say that "ruins it for them" when it was in the codes!! I even wrote a cute story once about a guy who refused to read codes ending up in Arizona because he refused to read his airplane ticket and complaining that he didn't want to go to Arizona. "Well don't get on the fucking plane, you asshole!".

The story had a happy ending because he didn't read traffic lights and got run over, but in his dying breath he announced he was leaving and gave the world 0/10.

anyway, I say all this to say what a REFRESHING site this is.

I have BRAGGED about this site on that site (I don't spam the link or anything but several freinds asked me about where this wonderful place was).

That's not just because the quality of the writing, but the users! You guys are so constructive and helpful. I've never seen snottygrams here. I've only seen positive encouragement -especialy for new authors.

Do you know how rare that is on the Internet?

I used to solicit feedback at that site, but over time I hardened, and limit my contact to the private message system, I have to manually turn off comments, ignore the voting system for my own self-esteem, because I crossed the wrong trolls a long time ago obviously. (They are the kind of guys who spend their Sunday's making elaborate lists of those who wronged them and revising it, is my guess).

So, please bring that positive energy and help to this story.

Let me share with you some insight.

It's intentional that you hate Ethan. I wrote a series of unfortunate events into the start of the story to get the girls naked, and have no clothes in a plausible manner. You do have to suspend disbelief a little, but all the conditions align in this story.

Ethan got the girls in trouble to establish doubt/ruin their credibility, and then the NEXT day he closed his trap (As you will see in chapter two and three) and devastated their credibility and puts them in this situation where even their father who loves them and believes in them, must think they are going through a rebellious period. After all, their clothes didn't magically teleport off when he catches them nude.

Ethan's the predicament in this story. He's the obstacle. He's got his own goals, and maybe he has a redemption arc, probably not. I have not written a basic ENF story in years. I want nude females around clothed people, and the elements that make a story perfection for THIS forum. I typically write stories that focus on other fetishes too, and humiliation is a common theme. However, for this I may dabble in that, but mostly I want it to be so purely ENF focused that it truly appeals. What I struggle with is the plot line.

This is a good plot IMHO, because unlike a lot of stories set ups "naked in school" that require a lot of suspension of disbelief that things might go this way, I could see this happening if the conditions were right. I don't want to screw it up and for that reason I am more paralyzed creatively. It's easy to say "just let the characters take you where they want to go" but I feel like this story has the potential to be very entertaining if done properly but not if I don't measure twice before I cut.

One thing I could see someone saying is "After thirty minutes, frost bite may set in", originally I wanted the girls out there longer, and arguably it takes longer than 30 minutes to run the laundry machine enough times to fuck the laundry up that bad. I had to take poetic license there because I am not going to write stories about frostbite setting in, that would be far too dark. It's like the Universal Translator in Star Trek, just accept it works somehow and move on.

But some things that are obvious:
It's Christmas, they live in a single wide trailer on a park ranger's salary. (Trivia: I research the area where I set my stories and reference local landmarks, etc.). Dad has spent money on presents.

Washing machine and dryer are broke -suspect girls carelessness or intentionally broke it. you know that's bullshit, but Dad has little reason to suspect Ethan. He has to spend money to fix that or the family can't wash clothes. it's Winter, so it'll be hard to wash outside (which they will be doing anyway) and drying is next to impossible in the cold.

Girls ruined ALL the clothes, and Holly expects them to have good church clothes.

Now, one word for Christians - I am not disparaging Christians in this story AT ALL.
Holly has faith and Ethan gives lip service. i am writing believable characters who happen to do that. This is an attribute of a character, and not a knock on Christianity. One thing I want to stay away from is trying to somehow connect anything negative to their beliefs. I just wanted to reflect characters who have those beliefs. It can be controversial, but it shouldnt' be.

I have written stories where a woman was an "Adamite" who believes in the Original Sin and garden fo Eden and it's a legitimate faith that is known to embrace the nudity of the Garden of Eden that was popular in the middle ages, nude pilgrims used to travel on Crusade. That's true. Vows of poverty, the whole thing. That is controversial and I could see a Christian somehow convincing themselves i meant to knock their faith - but that was never my intention there either. I just don't want you to see automatically the word "Jesus" and think somehow it's going to be offensive to you.

I haven't decided if Holly is a "villain" yet, and I wouldn't tell you if I had. However, she is strict and she wants the best for the girls, but she also thinks they need a taste of "their own medicine" - and that's because I need a sort of bad cop/good cop parent situation to build tension. if the parents were always lockstep it would be a bit boring.

The entire reason I wrote the recent marriage scenario, is it's a new family dynamic and Ethan is a new element in the family. It's sort of a Brady Bunch paradigm - you got all these people sharing a small space, and learning each other. I could have made Ethan a cousin and the Aunt is staying with Dad, etc or even that Ethan was always there, and the parents were married a long time, but I think it works better this way.

I do not plan to create a "broken home" story, or bum anyone out with this story.

I say all this because I need to start thinking about the outline. I've established the conditions to get the girls naked for a long time in chapter three. They aren't in school (that takes care of what happens on Monday when they need clothes for school), They are in the middle of nowhere, limited cash, no clothes, and they have lost their parents trust.

Door hinges will be removed from their room, chores will be done in the nude, that's coming in chapter four. A trip to the town where Holly takes them shopping and says "You can try that on right here, you didn't have a problem showing truckers your boobies earlier! Its just women in this store!" that's all planned for future.

However, beyond that I have no real plan and because this plot is one of my favorites in a long time, I want to do it correctly and keep it from going off the rails -which is what I did with my birthday games story.

The birthday games story began with what considered another classic ENF setup - we do naughty birthday games that end up with spankings, and we top it every year, and I was just going ot keep that like that all day, with it culminating in her boyfriend who doesn't know how this works showing up and she thinks he would freak out, but he likes it.

Yeah? but instead in typical Eddie fashion, I let the characters take me where they wanted to go. I had the Mom realize that her daughter was 18 and that this game had evolved into some really kinky shit. It started out innocent enough with an extroverted daughter who wanted to show off, and liked to be competitive with her mother. The gag gifts, and stuff got raunchier, etc.

Then I escalated things even more and had the mom have a crises of conscious and want to put to an end to it, and naturally the daughter only doubles down and digs her heels in and it goes like that. That was not my original intent. I stopped posting it, because I am not sure you guys would dig it. It's thirteen chapters and I made it three on this site.

I want to make sure THIS story, you dig.

If you can help with where you see it going, or some plot scenarios you'd like to see, I'd be eternally grateful. I got a subscription to Sudowrite because it said it would help me generate ideas, but they are all total bullshit (or I am using it wrong). Most AI won't even touch an idea like this, but short of that, I really have nobody to act as a sounding board or a trusted advisor.

Hooked6 has been kind enough to direct me a little. I am not asking for an Editor to spell check my work. I'll do that later. Right now, I am sculpting and I'll put the finer details later in the story. I need someone to help me decide what kind of statue I am making, if that makes sense?

[student]

Why not both Ethan and Todd--Ethan Todd. Split personality. When he's Ethan, he's mean, and when he's Todd he's plain evil!

[EddieDavidson]

That's clever, but no. I just made a change. I do that sometimes, especially when I can't stop thinking about the real name.

In my mind, he's a bit like Jaime Lannister or Homelander in the Boys; handsome face, charming smile, kind of a shark.

However, he could very well be a boy pretending to be these things. In a later chapter, Mary realizes he may not be the Moriarity to her Sherlock that she thinks he is and he's just been really lucky.

I don't want to spam this page with too much at one time. I don't know how prolific people are here at reading. I love checking this page and seeing things bumped and being able to proceed with stories. It's a much faster pace than I am used too. I am just now getting into the consequences for the girls, but what I could really use help on are some "Events" to build out the story. I know they will go tot he store, do some chores, a guy will show up to fix the washer and dryer, sunday school is probably on the horizon, not sure, i may steer away from that.

However, I'd like to have meaningful story beats that generate some tension and move it along toward whatever conclusion.