Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New April 3

[steam train]

“ After you come down to the pool, I will fetch
the boys."

Can’t wait

[TeenFan]

Still feels great to have you back writing TeenFan!

Is this the first time in one of your stories that we've had a girls POV?

I used a girl POV in the story: "Camping With Carter"

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I got five chapters written on that one...several chapters are missing (which is the problem with almost all of my stories on the Board
right now). Hopefully I will be able to get things fixed soon on damaged stories.

[Trundle]

Still feels great to have you back writing TeenFan!

Is this the first time in one of your stories that we've had a girls POV?

I used a girl POV in the story: "Camping With Carter"

viewtopic.php?f=5&t=2556

I got five chapters written on that one...several chapters are missing (which is the problem with almost all of my stories on the Board
right now). Hopefully I will be able to get things fixed soon on damaged stories.

Fingers crossed on the stories being fixed.

Enjoying this story from a girls POV. Can't wait to see her reaction to what the boys are dressed like for swimming.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 4. Lunch and Surprise, Part Two


I never did like the swimsuits mom made me wear. I didn't like the color, black, solid boring black. I didn't like how it constricted my movements.
I didn't like how it felt like a wet blanket on my body. The black color made me look white as a ghost. My pale skin wasn't made for the sun. My
red hair, lightly freckled face, too many Irish genes, it all made getting a nicely bronzed tan nearly impossible. All these things I was thinking
about as I took my clothes off in Delilah's bedroom.

Delilah and I stripped down simultaneously, taking off each article of clothing at basically the same speed, each one slyly glancing at the other.
I stopped when I got to my panties. Delilah looks at me directly, and she chuckles, though she smiled nicely. Delilah strips of her rose-colored
silky looking panties and stands before me, her slender athletic body fully exposed before me. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and darker
than the light brown hair cascading across the tops of her shoulders. It's my turn to finish undressing, yet I hesitate. I'm not used to this. Even
in the locker room at school I hope nobody is staring at me. I take the panties off, dropping them on the floor. I reach over to pick up the one-piece swimsuit off the bed.

"You know that bra is way too tight for you."

I freeze up. Delilah's words distracted me. Commenting on my bras size caught me off guard. "Um...you really think so?"

"Sure, I know so." The naked teen takes a couple steps toward me.

I'm wondering why she doesn't get into her swimsuit.
I'm wondering why she is coming closer.
I don't know why I can't look down as I stare at her more mature curves and shapes.
I don't know why I was thinking she was beautiful.

"You are only twelve. You hardly need a bra at all. That is no disrespect...Your tits shouldn't be smothered like that. They need room to grow,
to fill out. Are they firm or jiggly?"

I wasn't sure what Delilah meant by that. I was nervous. Both of us have nothing on and we both keep looking at each other and she
just asked how firm my tits are! "I don't know...you tell me."

Delilah takes the last step that brings her right up to me. I look up into her big brown eyes. Somehow, even though I have nothing on, I feel
safe and secure in her presence.

"May I?" Delilah says, holding out a hand several inches from my left breast.

I can't speak, but I nod my head giving her permission. She gently folds her right hand over my breast, squeezes gently.

"They are still very firm. You haven't begun growing boobs at all, but you have nice shape to them already."

I feel a tremble inside from head to toe that lingers exactly in between where my legs come together. A quiver vibrates in places that never
felt that way before. It was scary and exciting. I looked down at Delilah's larger pair which are sort of cone shaped with large brown nipples
that take up most of the space topping her tits.

Delilah pulls her hand back. "Dude girl...you need to get some sun. I love how your nips match your natural red hair...but I swear those look
like cocktail cherries perched atop two half melted scoops of French vanilla ice cream."

I didn't know what to say. All I could do is laugh. Delilah did a verbal jab at my barely there breasts, but I didn't mind. It was a tease, not a
taunt. I felt my cheeks blushing and I wondered if the color of my cheeks matched the color of my nipples. "Can I get my suit on now?"

My new friend laughs again, but she nods her head. Body comparisons completed, we both quickly got into our swimsuits, which were both of
the one-piece variety, though hers was a more stylish mix of green and yellow.

"Let's go straight to the pool. I think I know what your mom is up to. Delilah smiles at me and gives me a knowing wink.

[Jeepman89]

"Let's go straight to the pool. I think I know what your mom is up to. Delilah smiles at me and gives me a knowing wink.

I wonder what the mom is up to? LOL

[Trundle]

Anticipation is building...

Delilah is a nice contrast to Marie, she seems much more mischievous. Can't wait for the unveiling so to speak...

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 5. Lunch and Surprise, Part Three


When Delilah and I slipped past the dining room, headed for the back door, my mom looked over and all she did was wave to us. Mom
got up from her chair, and she headed toward the games room, where my two brothers were still trying to kill each other in Tekken.

The swimming pool was not large, and its design was nothing special, a simple rectangular shape. Six feet of shallow and then it slopes down
to a depth of eight feet. It's deep enough to dive in from the sides, but not sufficient for a diving board. There were two other things I noticed
right off, there was a white painted metal frame table several feet from the pool on the right side of the yard, and in the corner of the left side
there is a net enclosed trampoline. I got into the pool right away, and the coolness of the water was invigorating. I raced Delilah to the deep
end and back, but I had no chance of beating her. We were trying to dunk each other when the commotion of the arrival of my brothers got
our attention.

Bradley and Chad were accompanied by my mom and Dorthea. The two boys quickly came over to the side of the pool to stare down at us
girls.

"I noticed the swimming pool, but since we didn't bring swimsuits I didn't think anybody was getting in." Bradley looks a little astonished to
see me in my own easily recognizable black full-bodied swimsuit.

"Do they have swimsuits for us?" my brother Chad wants to know, and he shows eagerness to get in by taking off his shirt.

My mom takes hold of Chad's shirt. "Of course you guys can get in. Just put your clothes on the cute metal frame table over there."

Both boys turned to first look at the table, then turn to look at mom. Each one appeared slightly confused. Chad takes a few steps toward
the table while Bradley holds his ground.

"Put our clothes on that table? But shouldn't we change into something first, change in the bathroom or someplace?"

"There are no boy's swimsuits in this house. You should have been able to figure that out. Now go over there, take your clothes off, and get
in...it's as simple as that." Mom walks the twenty steps or so toward the white table, and she places Chad's shirt down.

Chad comes up by the table and he sits down on one of the several matching white metal benches to take off his shoes and socks. Bradley
reluctantly follows, and he takes off his shirt followed by the shoes and socks.

Delilah and I were excitedly whispering to each other. I was telling her I predict my brothers won't get into the pool, not if they have to strip
down to underwear. Delilah was confidently sure of how things will end up. "They'll get in. They won't have a choice."

When all the clothes were piled up on the table, everything that is except for their underwear, Bradley and Chad sat on benches, unmoving.
Delilah thought the underwear each one has on is cool and fashionable. "I really like your undies. You both made great choices." I had to
laugh as neither one actually chose the underwear they were wearing. Chad had on the camouflage briefs and Bradley was wearing the tight
fitting high rise briefs. Neither of my brothers wanted to stand up and walk around.

"Don't sit around moping. Join your sister in the pool." My mom and Dorthea exchanged glances, each one of them smiling.

Chad got up first, and he started toward the swimming pool.

"Not so fast young man," Mom said as she called him back. "Leave you underwear here on the table."

Bradley turned on his seat. "There's no way I'm taking these off. I'm not getting into the pool with nothing on...not in front of what's her
name."

Mom was visibly upset. "You've been here for two hours now...and you can't remember Dorthea's daughter's name?"

"Her name is - -" Chad tried to say before getting cut off.

"I'm ashamed of your lack of attention to who provided you guys with a delicious lunch. That girl...with some help from Marie, chopped all
that stuff up and now you can't remember her name. And now you expect Dorthea to provide you with swimsuits...well, that's not the way to
be gracious to our nice hosts. You will take off your underwear and you will get into that pool, and you will learn what that girl's name is
and you will be thankful...you got it."

Delilah was giggling and so was I, though I was a little sorry for my brothers. The swimming with no suits surprise was a mean trick, especially
when it was planned in advance. Chad was the first one to stand up. He actually laughed nervously as he slid his briefs down his legs, one hand
cupping his crotch. Chad places the camouflage briefs on the table, then he turns to run toward the pool, cupping the crotch the entire way.
Chad jumps and makes a big splash.

My brother comes up alongside me, and now three of us watch from the water as the final guest must finish getting undressed. Bradley stands
up, and I can see he's not happy with this. He glanced over at us several times before he got around to hooking his thumb into the waistband.
He too slid his hand down the front of his briefs before lowering them with his right hand. Being much taller than Chad, and more reluctant,
the removal actually takes several seconds, as if Bradley can barely stand showing any more inches of bare skin. But the longer this takes the
longer he looks like a scared little boy. Stepping out of the briefs, Bradley leaves it lying on the ground. Now that he's fully exposed, he has
no wish to delay. He runs and jumps into the pool.

Bradley swims up alongside to join our group. Sheepishly he holds out his hand. "Sorry I forgot your name. I'm Bradley."

Delilah was delighted to introduce herself for the second time, smiling sweetly. What stopped the informal reenactment of introductions was
Chad pointing toward the table and he was saying something unintelligible. "Shetak arstuff" We all turn that direction. What we see is my
mom has gathered up all the clothes, folding them into a pile in her arms. The briefs on the ground are the last thing she picks up. Delilah
starts laughing. Bradley is saying "No...No..." and I am silently watching as mom takes the collected clothes and she heads toward the back
door to the house.

"Nooooo. Not my clothes," Bradley says as mom takes the clothes into the house.

I look over at the table where Dorthea still sits. She is sipping at a glass of tea, looking right at us.

[Jeepman89]

Love it! The 2 boys bare naked in the pool and their clothes have been taken away!

[TeenFan]

Love it! The 2 boys bare naked in the pool and their clothes have been taken away!

The two boys ending up suitless in the swimming pool was the predictable part of the story.
Now I have to find a way to surprise you.

[Themarble]

Here's hoping we get them not being able to cover up!