This story is written with permission by Perseus, using characters created by Perseus. This tale falls within the realm of the No Need For
Modesty universe of stories.
Worse Than Shameful
Prologue
My name is Marie, and I have a confession to make. I was involved in an unwholesome practice that involved my entire family. I was
a big part of it, though because of how young I was at the time, I don't consider myself to be a perpetrator but mainly an observer. I watched
and participated in events that were quite embarrassing to my two brothers. Truth be told, it was humiliating for them, and on more than
one occasion. Again...I plead some level of innocence. I was too young to prevent it from happening.
First a little something about myself. My mother kept me covered up from neck to knees . The most skin any of my school clothes showed or
any clothes for that matter was short sleeves and long shorts. No tank tops for me. No short shorts, not mid-thigh gym shorts and certainly
not those scanty hip hugging colorful spandex shorts/tights that hip hop artists wear in those music videos.
"Girls must maintain their modesty"
That is what my mom told me over and over, as well as other saying:
"Don't tease boys with your body"
"Girls that flaunt their goodies end up barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen cooking for their no good wife beater husbands"
"A good girl shows off her great mind, not her Ass-sets"
Sometimes I became extremely annoyed by what I had to wear, even around the house. Full length nightclothes that one could see in
old black and white movies or long sleeved pajamas and I better be wearing my bra under those pajamas. At the beach or pool the swimsuit
I was allowed to wear was a one piece, which is okay, but I was expected to wear shorts over the swimsuit. You know how icky and tight
fitting that feels in the water. It's horrible having all that cloth sticking to one's skin when other young girls are prancing around unencumbered
in their small bikini suits. Oh how I envied them.
As strict as my mother was about keeping me covered up, she was totally the opposite with my brothers. Where I had a huge wardrobe full
of clothes, the dressers and closet in my brother's room were surprisingly empty. There was no need for my brothers to bother with a shirt
when out in the front yard or anywhere else. They weren't even asked to bother with shorts while growing up. For years they ran around
the house in their underwear from super hero briefs when they were small to regular tighty whities a few years later. Then the time came
when my brother's both wanted to stay dressed up like their school buddies do, even when inside the house, and that is when the trouble
began.
"Boys don't need to be so bashful" is what mom said to them as well as a few other short phrases:
"Males were meant to run around like savages in the forest"
"Nobody cares if they see a boy's butt"
Basically it all came down to this: "Boys Don't Need to be so Modest"
My mom really meant it, and the lengths she went to prevent my brothers from becoming overly modest were...well...extreme.
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This is going to be a very interesting read. Excellent start especially as it is set in the same Universe that I have been allowed to write in 
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Incredible to you writing again TeenFan, I was worried we wouldn't see it again.
Great start as always, can't wait to see these "extreme lengths" the Mom goes to , to make sure the boys aren't modest.
Fantastic to see this ! I usually prefer when it's just one boy humiliated but of course I trust your creativity!
Great start as always, can't wait to see these "extreme lengths" the Mom goes to , to make sure the boys aren't modest.
Fantastic to see this ! I usually prefer when it's just one boy humiliated but of course I trust your creativity!
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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 1. The Times They Are a Changing
Before I get into any personal details on me and my family, I want to tell you young people how things have changed during my lifetime.
What was acceptable when I was young would shock members of the current generation of school age children.
I remember my grandma fondly remembering the days when each small town that had a lake or river had a swimming place for the young males.
Naked boys up to the age of eighteen would frolic and play in the water. These swimming holes were often attended by the girls as well, but
most moms made sure that no girl over the age of eleven could be seen without a shirt on. It's just the way it was. Boys were encouraged to
play clothes free. Young girls had to be in some form of swimsuit or at least wearing shorts.
My grandma even recalled the time when swimming pools at schools had two public swimming times, one for girls and one for the boys.
The boys were not allowed to swim with suits on. The girls were provided cheap one piece suits for their turn to swim. The swim time
for the girls came second. Grandma said she and some friends would race to the locker room so they could get into their swimsuit as fast as
they could. The first girls to show up at the pool often got to see the boys being kicked out of the water by the coach. The early bird watchers
got a nice show as dozens of fit young high school boys got out of the pool. Grandma saw this way back in the 1970s.
I can remember when I could see naked boys in movies. One that got my attention was "The Lord of the Flies". A whole class of military
school boys ends up stranded on an island. By the half point of the movie their uniforms were reduced to less than rags. Many of the boys
had nothing but white briefs, and some had loincloths that barely kept their penis contained. A girl version of that story was never made.
It was a little before my time, but there was a great movie that had noticeable differences. "The Blue Lagoon" shows two kids, a boy
and girl, growing up on an island. The first naked scene showed both of them at around nine years old. But when the characters are older
only the boy was seen naked, several times. Brooke Shields the girl actor has to keep long flowing hair covering her chest, a very evident
double standard.
I had a cousin who was in Boy Scouts. He told me that before summer camp every scout has to get a physical. He said this woman doctor
shows up at the meeting. In groups of seven or eight, the boys had to go into a room and take off all their clothes. The doctor comes in
and forms the boys into a circle. Then she goes from one scout to another with her stethoscope, listening to their chests and ending up
grabbing their balls. My cousin denied getting a boner, but he said several of the other boys did. Now I was in Girl Scouts for a couple
years and no male doctor ever showed up to put their hands on me.
I don't know exactly when it started, but society started to put a new emphasis on boys being kept covered. The arrival of 35mm pocket
cameras that were small enough to be easily hidden may have had something to do with it. The tv networks refusing to show a boy who has
on less than regular jeans or shorts had something to do with it. The expectations of boys changed, and many were reluctant to go out in
public without a full set of clothes on. In a short order, the young males had discovered a sense of modesty and no longer could you see them
on the street in their underpants. As you know...nothing stays the same.
As society progressed toward keeping everybody covered up, my mom would have nothing to do with it. Mother agreed that girls should be
kept covered up, but she refused to adapt to the concept of modesty for boys. She was a holdout, and she would hold onto her personal
philosophy for many years, right when her sons wanted to move on with the rest of society and be just like the other boys at school.
To tell you the truth, many other women didn't agree with the changes either. They were like my mom, wanting casual nudity to remain
the norm, but they kept their views to themselves. Moms who refused to go along with the new norms formed little clubs for women like
themselves. They would throw parties, and the families invited were the ones that still encourage their sons to be free of excessive
modesty. In the beginning, I too loved being part of this "Secret Society", and this is where I will pick up the story when I see you again.
Chapter 1. The Times They Are a Changing
Before I get into any personal details on me and my family, I want to tell you young people how things have changed during my lifetime.
What was acceptable when I was young would shock members of the current generation of school age children.
I remember my grandma fondly remembering the days when each small town that had a lake or river had a swimming place for the young males.
Naked boys up to the age of eighteen would frolic and play in the water. These swimming holes were often attended by the girls as well, but
most moms made sure that no girl over the age of eleven could be seen without a shirt on. It's just the way it was. Boys were encouraged to
play clothes free. Young girls had to be in some form of swimsuit or at least wearing shorts.
My grandma even recalled the time when swimming pools at schools had two public swimming times, one for girls and one for the boys.
The boys were not allowed to swim with suits on. The girls were provided cheap one piece suits for their turn to swim. The swim time
for the girls came second. Grandma said she and some friends would race to the locker room so they could get into their swimsuit as fast as
they could. The first girls to show up at the pool often got to see the boys being kicked out of the water by the coach. The early bird watchers
got a nice show as dozens of fit young high school boys got out of the pool. Grandma saw this way back in the 1970s.
I can remember when I could see naked boys in movies. One that got my attention was "The Lord of the Flies". A whole class of military
school boys ends up stranded on an island. By the half point of the movie their uniforms were reduced to less than rags. Many of the boys
had nothing but white briefs, and some had loincloths that barely kept their penis contained. A girl version of that story was never made.
It was a little before my time, but there was a great movie that had noticeable differences. "The Blue Lagoon" shows two kids, a boy
and girl, growing up on an island. The first naked scene showed both of them at around nine years old. But when the characters are older
only the boy was seen naked, several times. Brooke Shields the girl actor has to keep long flowing hair covering her chest, a very evident
double standard.
I had a cousin who was in Boy Scouts. He told me that before summer camp every scout has to get a physical. He said this woman doctor
shows up at the meeting. In groups of seven or eight, the boys had to go into a room and take off all their clothes. The doctor comes in
and forms the boys into a circle. Then she goes from one scout to another with her stethoscope, listening to their chests and ending up
grabbing their balls. My cousin denied getting a boner, but he said several of the other boys did. Now I was in Girl Scouts for a couple
years and no male doctor ever showed up to put their hands on me.
I don't know exactly when it started, but society started to put a new emphasis on boys being kept covered. The arrival of 35mm pocket
cameras that were small enough to be easily hidden may have had something to do with it. The tv networks refusing to show a boy who has
on less than regular jeans or shorts had something to do with it. The expectations of boys changed, and many were reluctant to go out in
public without a full set of clothes on. In a short order, the young males had discovered a sense of modesty and no longer could you see them
on the street in their underpants. As you know...nothing stays the same.
As society progressed toward keeping everybody covered up, my mom would have nothing to do with it. Mother agreed that girls should be
kept covered up, but she refused to adapt to the concept of modesty for boys. She was a holdout, and she would hold onto her personal
philosophy for many years, right when her sons wanted to move on with the rest of society and be just like the other boys at school.
To tell you the truth, many other women didn't agree with the changes either. They were like my mom, wanting casual nudity to remain
the norm, but they kept their views to themselves. Moms who refused to go along with the new norms formed little clubs for women like
themselves. They would throw parties, and the families invited were the ones that still encourage their sons to be free of excessive
modesty. In the beginning, I too loved being part of this "Secret Society", and this is where I will pick up the story when I see you again.
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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 2. New Clothes
The first time my mom put her foot down to enforce her own sense of what is proper in public was at a clothing store in the mall. I was twelve.
My older brother, Bradley, is two years older than me. Younger brother, Chad, is a year younger than I am, and he's definitely the class clown
type of kid. Shopping for new clothes is a blast, but I could tell mom was not having a great time taking three kids shopping for new school
clothes. She kept complaining about the prices. Chad runs around like a monkey on drugs, darting into the circular displays of shirts or pants, popping out somewhere else. Bradley has no fashion sense. His choices of turtleneck sweater, baggy jeans, long sleeve checker button up shirt were all vetoed by the one with the purse. Bradley ended up with tight jeans and a sleek form fitting t-shirt and some tank-tops.
I could pick out whatever I wanted, as long as it didn't show too much. I got a dress with a full-length skirt. None of the shirts could be too tight.
At twelve, my chest was beginning to show, and mother was concerned about it. What made things go off the tracks was when it came time for
the boy's new underwear. Bradley wanted boxers.
"All the other guys have boxers now," Bradley said with a funny pleading sound.
"Nonsense," is what mom replied. "Those boys over in France aren't wearing no boring boxers. They aren't bashful. High rise briefs, that is a
bold fashion statement. I hope this store has something in bright colors."
Bradley was shocked when the package of cherry-red Hanes with the one inch side waistband is chosen for him, small size for a 24 inch waist.
Chad got his choice of camouflage briefs or Power Rangers, Blue Ranger. I got on a chair near the changing rooms. Mom took a seat next to me
as we waited for the two boys to get undressed. A few minutes later, Bradley opened the cubicle door, stuck his head out.
"I don't like these. Can I pick out something else?"
"Nonsense," my mom said as she stood up. "Both of you come out here. I need to take a look."
Chad exited the cubicle first. He looks a little shy, but dutifully he turned around several times as mom and I looked him over and his
reflection in the full-length mirror. At only eleven, Chad looked cute in the camouflage briefs as if he were on safari in the jungle and he
was out hunting rabbits. I smiled at the sight of the bulge pushing out, small but noticeable. The briefs fit tight in front and back, showing
off my brothers excellent running legs and firm behind. All that running around was good for something.
Mom seemed pleased with her choice, "You look adorable, Chad. Wow...I should have you dress up as Tarzan next Halloween. A loincloth would
look perfect on you."
Chad was pleased by the compliment, but he wasn't too happy when he glanced at the other shoppers in the Boy's Department. He noticed
them before I did. Chad looked around shyly, placing his hands over the front of the briefs.
Mom is ready to move on, "I'm going to take those. Sit down next to your sister...Bradley, where are you?"
My older brother came out of the dressing room, and his face was turning pink. He looked at the other ladies and kids in the store, then he
looked at me.
"Don't stand there like a statue. Stop covering yourself. Come closer and turn around for me." Mom was beginning to get annoyed.
The blush of Bradley's face turned to crimson as he turned a slow 360 degrees, showing himself to everybody in the department. A few other
young boys looked on nervously, probably wondering if their moms will insist on seeing them in brand new underpants. A few girls my age
giggled as the other moms looked on. Amazingly, several of the moms seemed to disapprove of the near naked display, frowning while shaking
their heads. If my mother noticed the gathering of interested onlookers, she paid them no attention.
I went back to focusing on my brother. At fourteen, Bradley had gotten so much taller than me, almost looked skinny. School shopping last year
he was only an inch bigger than me, and now he towers over me by several inches. The bulge in the skintight briefs was way larger than on our little brother. With the narrow side waistband, the briefs looked almost thong like from the front. Bradley's balls were a roundish bulge of their own at the bottom of the briefs, and I could actually see the length of the penis. I could see the ridge of the head! I laughed out loud when I saw that. Every time his hand got too close our mom scolded him.
"If you don't stop touching yourself, I'll make you walk to the parking lot just wearing those...and yes, I'll take them."
At the sporting goods store my brothers got matching speedos, and they had to duplicate the displaying of their bodies in front of the customers
and staff.
"I hate having to spend money on these expensive Speedos. Too bad the swim class at school isn't au naturel like it used to be."
It was an incomplete look, but it was the first time I noticed how much more the crotch of Bradley's briefs were filled out compared to Chad.
Suddenly Bradley's balls seemed hefty in size, and it was around this time I heard his voice crack and drop in tone. The physical changes were happening fast, and I was intrigued by it. I was curious exactly how much he had changed, and I was in the perfect position to compare the development of a fourteen year old with the eleven year old Chad. It turned out my mom made sure to give me, as well as others, quite
a few chances to observe the physical changes in my two brothers.
Chapter 2. New Clothes
The first time my mom put her foot down to enforce her own sense of what is proper in public was at a clothing store in the mall. I was twelve.
My older brother, Bradley, is two years older than me. Younger brother, Chad, is a year younger than I am, and he's definitely the class clown
type of kid. Shopping for new clothes is a blast, but I could tell mom was not having a great time taking three kids shopping for new school
clothes. She kept complaining about the prices. Chad runs around like a monkey on drugs, darting into the circular displays of shirts or pants, popping out somewhere else. Bradley has no fashion sense. His choices of turtleneck sweater, baggy jeans, long sleeve checker button up shirt were all vetoed by the one with the purse. Bradley ended up with tight jeans and a sleek form fitting t-shirt and some tank-tops.
I could pick out whatever I wanted, as long as it didn't show too much. I got a dress with a full-length skirt. None of the shirts could be too tight.
At twelve, my chest was beginning to show, and mother was concerned about it. What made things go off the tracks was when it came time for
the boy's new underwear. Bradley wanted boxers.
"All the other guys have boxers now," Bradley said with a funny pleading sound.
"Nonsense," is what mom replied. "Those boys over in France aren't wearing no boring boxers. They aren't bashful. High rise briefs, that is a
bold fashion statement. I hope this store has something in bright colors."
Bradley was shocked when the package of cherry-red Hanes with the one inch side waistband is chosen for him, small size for a 24 inch waist.
Chad got his choice of camouflage briefs or Power Rangers, Blue Ranger. I got on a chair near the changing rooms. Mom took a seat next to me
as we waited for the two boys to get undressed. A few minutes later, Bradley opened the cubicle door, stuck his head out.
"I don't like these. Can I pick out something else?"
"Nonsense," my mom said as she stood up. "Both of you come out here. I need to take a look."
Chad exited the cubicle first. He looks a little shy, but dutifully he turned around several times as mom and I looked him over and his
reflection in the full-length mirror. At only eleven, Chad looked cute in the camouflage briefs as if he were on safari in the jungle and he
was out hunting rabbits. I smiled at the sight of the bulge pushing out, small but noticeable. The briefs fit tight in front and back, showing
off my brothers excellent running legs and firm behind. All that running around was good for something.
Mom seemed pleased with her choice, "You look adorable, Chad. Wow...I should have you dress up as Tarzan next Halloween. A loincloth would
look perfect on you."
Chad was pleased by the compliment, but he wasn't too happy when he glanced at the other shoppers in the Boy's Department. He noticed
them before I did. Chad looked around shyly, placing his hands over the front of the briefs.
Mom is ready to move on, "I'm going to take those. Sit down next to your sister...Bradley, where are you?"
My older brother came out of the dressing room, and his face was turning pink. He looked at the other ladies and kids in the store, then he
looked at me.
"Don't stand there like a statue. Stop covering yourself. Come closer and turn around for me." Mom was beginning to get annoyed.
The blush of Bradley's face turned to crimson as he turned a slow 360 degrees, showing himself to everybody in the department. A few other
young boys looked on nervously, probably wondering if their moms will insist on seeing them in brand new underpants. A few girls my age
giggled as the other moms looked on. Amazingly, several of the moms seemed to disapprove of the near naked display, frowning while shaking
their heads. If my mother noticed the gathering of interested onlookers, she paid them no attention.
I went back to focusing on my brother. At fourteen, Bradley had gotten so much taller than me, almost looked skinny. School shopping last year
he was only an inch bigger than me, and now he towers over me by several inches. The bulge in the skintight briefs was way larger than on our little brother. With the narrow side waistband, the briefs looked almost thong like from the front. Bradley's balls were a roundish bulge of their own at the bottom of the briefs, and I could actually see the length of the penis. I could see the ridge of the head! I laughed out loud when I saw that. Every time his hand got too close our mom scolded him.
"If you don't stop touching yourself, I'll make you walk to the parking lot just wearing those...and yes, I'll take them."
At the sporting goods store my brothers got matching speedos, and they had to duplicate the displaying of their bodies in front of the customers
and staff.
"I hate having to spend money on these expensive Speedos. Too bad the swim class at school isn't au naturel like it used to be."
It was an incomplete look, but it was the first time I noticed how much more the crotch of Bradley's briefs were filled out compared to Chad.
Suddenly Bradley's balls seemed hefty in size, and it was around this time I heard his voice crack and drop in tone. The physical changes were happening fast, and I was intrigued by it. I was curious exactly how much he had changed, and I was in the perfect position to compare the development of a fourteen year old with the eleven year old Chad. It turned out my mom made sure to give me, as well as others, quite
a few chances to observe the physical changes in my two brothers.
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Chapter 3. Lunch and Surprise, Part One
In Arizona it takes a while for winter to set in. The first couple months of the school year are still hot, and lots of people in the city of Tucson
have a swimming pool in their back yards to take advantage of the extra long summer weather. It was near the end of September on a Saturday, and our mom told us to get into the car. It's just about noon, and my brothers fight over the front passenger seat, making mom order Chad into
the back seat to join me.
"What are we doing for lunch? Going to get tacos or something?" I asked shortly after the car left the driveway.
My mom laughed, but it sounded different, more like a gleeful chuckling than her usual laugh. My ears perked up immediately.
"We will be having some lunch, but it will be over at my friend Dorthea's house. You remember, I was starting to take those sewing lessons.
You know, to patch up holes and minor tears in your clothes. If I can do repair jobs, I won't have to spend as much on new shorts and shirts
for the boys."
"That's cool. What is this friend making for lunch?" Bradley wants to know, and it was just like him, thinking with his stomach.
My mom said boys naturally tend to think with their little heads, but Bradley spent way more time concerned with his stomach than he
did in chasing girls. Where my little brother was wild and crazy around other kids, my older brother was the silent type and very shy.
"I think she said we will be having tacos. Dorthea specializes in chicken tacos with nopalitos and poblano." My mom went on to
describe the Verde sauce her friend made and it made all our tummies growl ravenously.
When we got to Dorthea's house, after greeting the lady of the house, the three of us kids rushed into the kitchen. The makings of a taco
feast were indeed out on display. In a corner, chopping onions was a girl none of us had met before. The girl was Dorthea's daughter, named
Delilah, and she was fifteen. It was so funny meeting Delilah, because she was crying her eyes out chopping those onions. I offered to help
her do something and she asked me to slice and de-seed the jalapenos, while my brothers introduced themselves to the PlayStation in the
game room. I was amazed what Delilah knew about cooking, but that girl was so tall and so thin. I asked her how she stayed looking like a
model and she told me her family only ate meat and dairy one day per week, and today was that day, so hurray it wasn't vegan tacos.
We all had a very good lunch. Only Bradley could handle the heat of both jalapenos and poblano peppers on a taco. My mouth was burning.
What my mom and Dorthea talked about during lunch I have no idea. I spent the whole time tuned in to what Delilah had to say. A twelve
year old like myself naturally prefers to tune into the talk of a teenager a few years older. Teen wisdom is more sought after than grownup
gobbledygook. Sitting at the dining room table, I noticed the swimming pool in the back yard. I immediately wished mom told us about
the pool so I could grab my swimsuit.
After lunch, Chad and Bradley went back to the games room to challenge each other to another round of Tekken. I was about to follow them
when my mom placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Hold on a second, dear", she said as she walked over to where her purse was. Mom has a large purse, and she reached into it. She pulled out something I wasn't expecting. "Here is your swimsuit. You and Delilah get your suits on. After you come down to the pool, I will fetch
the boys."
Chapter 3. Lunch and Surprise, Part One
In Arizona it takes a while for winter to set in. The first couple months of the school year are still hot, and lots of people in the city of Tucson
have a swimming pool in their back yards to take advantage of the extra long summer weather. It was near the end of September on a Saturday, and our mom told us to get into the car. It's just about noon, and my brothers fight over the front passenger seat, making mom order Chad into
the back seat to join me.
"What are we doing for lunch? Going to get tacos or something?" I asked shortly after the car left the driveway.
My mom laughed, but it sounded different, more like a gleeful chuckling than her usual laugh. My ears perked up immediately.
"We will be having some lunch, but it will be over at my friend Dorthea's house. You remember, I was starting to take those sewing lessons.
You know, to patch up holes and minor tears in your clothes. If I can do repair jobs, I won't have to spend as much on new shorts and shirts
for the boys."
"That's cool. What is this friend making for lunch?" Bradley wants to know, and it was just like him, thinking with his stomach.
My mom said boys naturally tend to think with their little heads, but Bradley spent way more time concerned with his stomach than he
did in chasing girls. Where my little brother was wild and crazy around other kids, my older brother was the silent type and very shy.
"I think she said we will be having tacos. Dorthea specializes in chicken tacos with nopalitos and poblano." My mom went on to
describe the Verde sauce her friend made and it made all our tummies growl ravenously.
When we got to Dorthea's house, after greeting the lady of the house, the three of us kids rushed into the kitchen. The makings of a taco
feast were indeed out on display. In a corner, chopping onions was a girl none of us had met before. The girl was Dorthea's daughter, named
Delilah, and she was fifteen. It was so funny meeting Delilah, because she was crying her eyes out chopping those onions. I offered to help
her do something and she asked me to slice and de-seed the jalapenos, while my brothers introduced themselves to the PlayStation in the
game room. I was amazed what Delilah knew about cooking, but that girl was so tall and so thin. I asked her how she stayed looking like a
model and she told me her family only ate meat and dairy one day per week, and today was that day, so hurray it wasn't vegan tacos.
We all had a very good lunch. Only Bradley could handle the heat of both jalapenos and poblano peppers on a taco. My mouth was burning.
What my mom and Dorthea talked about during lunch I have no idea. I spent the whole time tuned in to what Delilah had to say. A twelve
year old like myself naturally prefers to tune into the talk of a teenager a few years older. Teen wisdom is more sought after than grownup
gobbledygook. Sitting at the dining room table, I noticed the swimming pool in the back yard. I immediately wished mom told us about
the pool so I could grab my swimsuit.
After lunch, Chad and Bradley went back to the games room to challenge each other to another round of Tekken. I was about to follow them
when my mom placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Hold on a second, dear", she said as she walked over to where her purse was. Mom has a large purse, and she reached into it. She pulled out something I wasn't expecting. "Here is your swimsuit. You and Delilah get your suits on. After you come down to the pool, I will fetch
the boys."
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Waiting with bated breath to see what happens next.
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Re: Worse Than Shameful: A No Need For Modesty Story
Still feels great to have you back writing TeenFan!
Really enjoying this so far, can't wait to see what swimming costume the boys are given to wear, if they're given anything at all.... I get the feeling Chad may feel a bit embarrassed but he seems more confident and carefree, the real humiliated one will be Bradley I think. Can't wait to see.
Is this the first time in one of your stories that we've had a girls POV?
Really enjoying this so far, can't wait to see what swimming costume the boys are given to wear, if they're given anything at all.... I get the feeling Chad may feel a bit embarrassed but he seems more confident and carefree, the real humiliated one will be Bradley I think. Can't wait to see.
Is this the first time in one of your stories that we've had a girls POV?
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