Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New April 8

[NickTwisp]

Excellent continuation! What makes it especially embarrassing is that their parking lot stripping is witnessed by some peers around the same age. As a teenager, I would find it much more humiliating to be forced to strip naked in front of girls close to my age than doing so in front of an older woman.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 17. Mixed Up Order


For about thirty seconds both of my brothers raised a holy hell about pulling into a fast food restaurant drive-thru.

"No way. We can't stop here"
"No. No, let's not stop. Can't we go straight home?"
"Don't drive up to the window. Somebody would see me."

Their complaints got all jumbled up with each other. Mom had to brake hard, then turning to Bradley she said, "You two shut your
traps. I'm not making dinner tonight. You boys got me all frazzled. You sit there and be quiet. Nobody is going to care what you have or
don't have on."

The car crept up to the ordering station, the large lit up sign with all the choices. In the back seat, I noticed Chad looking intently at the floor
where his feet were. He looked like he was seriously contemplating finding out if his body would fit down on the floor. He unbuckled the seat
belt. The loud snap got mom's attention, and she leaned forward toward the rearview window.

"Get back into your seat, Chad. You must remain buckled up even when the car isn't moving."

For only about a minute did mom look at the menu, then she pushed the button for the attendant.

"Please place your order," says a male voice.

Mom ordered for us, without bothering to ask our preferences. "I'll have the meal deal for four. That comes with three sides and eight pieces
of chicken, right?...Give me four Cokes, two regular and two diet. Add one large order of the fried potato wedges...yes, that will complete
the order."

"Please drive forward."

The car crept up the next twenty feet to the pickup window. I did notice my brothers seemed to relax a little when they heard the male
voice on the intercom system. I spent most of my time staring at Chad's face, since I could not easily see Bradley's. My younger brother
was nervous and fidgety. I assumed Bradley was even more nervous being in the front seat.

The pickup window slides open. A red headed teenage girl partially sticks her head out as she says, "That will be twenty-two fifty."

Mom handed the girl a credit card. I leaned forward in my seat, to get a better view of the pickup window. I could see the girl at the
register, swiping the card. The card gets handed back to mom, and the girl then pulls back from the window.

I almost laughed out loud. How did the window attendant not notice there is a naked boy on the passenger side? I could hear Bradley exhale
with relief when the girl disappeared. But she wasn't gone long. She was back with the four sodas, and they were all stuck into a four slotted
carrying thing that every fast food place uses. Leaning way out the window, having to lean down to hand the drinks to mom...that is when
the girl looks across mom to see Bradley in the passenger seat.

The girl's mouth dropped open and she froze like an ice cube. Mom grabbed the drink container, and she pulled, but the girl forgot to let
go. I leaned forward as much as I could while still belted to my seat. I could see Bradley had his hands cupped over his crotch.

This is where things got interesting. My mom wanted to hand the drink container to Bradley, but she immediately saw his hands were clasped
tightly down between his legs.

"Bradley. You can't be touching yourself down there. I need you to hold these drinks for me. Grab the wet-wipes from the package in the
center console. Clean your hands. I swear boys never pay attention to where they put their hands. When you are not picking your nose
you're grabbing your ass or something worse. Now hurry up. My arms are getting tired."

Again I almost laughed out loud. Bradley had to uncover himself, grab the cleaning wipes and clean his hands. Only then would mom hand
over the drink tray. All this time the red headed window attendant gawked at Bradley. She did pull her head back in, but only for a moment.
A moment later, several other faces appeared in the window. One teenage boy and another girl. All three of them stared as they grinned or
whispered excitedly to each other.

My brother glanced at the window a couple times, but he tried to focus on cleaning his hands. I was able to look down to see he had a partial
stiffy in progress. It was sticking straight upward from between his legs, about half way to being fully hard. It was the seated position that
had it already pointing upward. Seeing it from this particular angle, the shaft poking up from his black pubes looked like a mushroom sprouted
from a patch of earth.

Mom then changed her mind as to who should carry the drink tray.

"Marie, will you take these drinks. Your brother is taking too long cleaning his hands."

As soon as I took hold of the drinks, my brother tosses the used wet-wipe to the floor by his feet. "No, I'll take it."

But it was too late. I had already leaned back into my seat and the drinks were out of his reach. I could see why Bradley would want the
drink tray. He could place it down on his lap and cover everything up.

Bradley was just about to cover himself up again, when he noticed mom looking sternly at him. Humiliated and red faced, Bradley placed his
hands down at the sides of his thighs. Any closer to the crotch would be too tempting to cover up, and might make mom accuse him of
disobedience.

Another minute passed, as both brothers squirmed in their seats. The three teens at the pickup window had noticed Chad in the back seat,
but the angles didn't give them as good a view. Then two of them had to go back inside, I guess to get the order completed. The red headed
girl got to stand there and gaze at Bradley, the smile never leaving her face.

Our order was taking so long. Another car had gotten in behind us, and the driver of that car honked the horn several times. Mom held up
her hand and gave that other car the finger. Normally that would have gotten a laugh from Chad and Bradley, but neither one was in a cheerful
mood. Finally, the two other teens returned, and they had our order. The red headed girl took the white paper box, and she leaned down even
further out of the window. She got her best look at Bradley, her eyes on him as the hands handed off the food container. Mom took the box,
and she passed it back for Chad to hold. Now Bradley was even more upset. That box may have been hot, but it still was good cover.

All three teens waved and said goodbye. "Come back soon", the red headed girl added.

Mom drove on and exited the property of the Kentucky Fried Chicken. We only got a quarter mile away, when Chad said, "Hey mom...
They got this order wrong."

"What's wrong with it?" mom asked.

"It only has two sides. The coleslaw is missing. The potato wedges are missing. We also have an apple pie that you didn't ask for."

"Oh Fuck. They always get something wrong," Bradley shouts.

"Watch your tongue...but yes, they do tend to muck things up, don't they. We'll have to go back and get this straightened out," mom said
as she looked for the first opportunity to turn the car around.

[Jeepman89]

Hilarious. I wonder if mom will get Bradley to go into the store to straighten out the order?

[NickTwisp]

How embarrassing for Bradley...the male & female attendants seeing his penis as they hand out the order. And now they have to go back, oh my!

When my pal David Perkins first got his driver's license three of us were out riding in has Mom's car on a Saturday afternoon. I was in the front and another guy in the back. David of course was driving. We decided to go through a MacDonald's drive-thru to get lunch. David was a character...always game to do something crazy. We dared him to go through the drive-thru in just his underpants. Before we arrived, David pulled the car over, and stripped off his jeans and shirt, handing the clothing to me. I was shocked that he was really going to do this.

Wearing only his white briefs, David placed the order and paid cash at the next window. The teenage girl attendant showed no reaction as she took his money, made change, and then handed him the order. She could easily peered down into the car. She did, but never said a word about his state of undress. David was actually disappointed to get no reaction. He redressed when we arrived at a nearby park that had picnic tables. I believe David would have sat at the picnic table in his underpants if he hadn't feared we'd get in trouble.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 18. Can't Mess With Momma Logic


Everyone in the car knew we were going back to the restaurant, but I could clearly hear Bradley groan when the car pulled off the road to
enter the parking area of the Kentucky Fried Chicken. Going through the drive through was not a good option, as there were two cars
already lined up, so mom parked in a space only a few parking slots from the door.

This was so crazy, I really had no idea what was going to happen. Mom got out of the car, and nobody else made a move. She then ducked
her head lower to say, "Everybody get out."

"You got to be kidding," Bradley remarked. "We can't go in there."

I thought this was getting too crazy now. There is no way this could be proper, not going inside the fast food joint. I could imagine the
cops being called.

"Um...mom. Are you sure about this," I said.

"We have to show them they messed up our order. The food has to be taken inside...well, I'm not going to carry the box and the drinks. Out,
out right now."

Three doors swung open, and two reluctant boys plus one curious girl got out of the car. I continued to hold onto the tray of drinks,
and Chad has the white box of chicken. Bradley asked for the box, but Chad refused to hand it over, as it can be used for crotch coverage.
His hands came real close to grabbing his package, and mom reminded Bradley "Touching yourself is not allowed, and you just cleaned
the hands, remember."

Mom led the way after pressing the locking button on the key holder, all four door locks making simultaneous clicks. The next sound is the
clickety clack of mom's shoes on the parking lot asphalt, then on the concrete in front of the door. Chad followed and I followed and Bradley
brought up the rear. Mom had just reached the door when Bradley shouted something out. We all stopped to turn in his direction. My older
brother pointed at the door of the KFC.

"They won't let us in. Look at the sign on the door."

The sign says 'NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE'.

For a few seconds my mom stared at the sign, then she turned around and said, "Baahhh". Returning to the car she got her key out again,
but instead of pressing the unlock button for the car doors, mom stuck the key into the lock mechanism for the trunk. Reaching down into
the trunk, mom pulled out one blue t-shirt and one yellow t-shirt. She handed the two shirts to Bradly, then returned to the trunk. Next she
pulled out two pairs of shoes.

Closing the trunk, mom said, "You boys put your shirts and shoes on. I'll take that box for a moment, Chad. That's it. Get those shoes on
your feet."

Despite getting partly dressed, both of my brothers looked even more out of place. In many situations, boys having no shirt on while wearing
jeans or shorts is commonplace. That can be seen just about anywhere except for school classrooms, shopping malls, or church services.
Seeing a teenage boy wearing a shirt while his butt and everything else down between the legs is showing, that looks freaky and sure to get
anyone's attention instantly.

And sure enough, everyone inside the KFC noticed right off that the group coming in the door was unlike any group of customers ever in the
history of Fried Chicken. This time Chad had the drink holder, and Bradley had the chicken box. But as soon as we walked up to the counter
I could hear quite a few comments and hurried whispery shouts.

"Will you look at that."
"Those guys don't have pants on!"
"Ha...did they lose a bet or something?"

Bradley and Chad didn't want to look toward the dining section. At least half the tables were in use. I saw an older couple in the corner,
a mom with several elementary age kids at another table. Two guys in their twenties sat at one of the small tables, but what really got my
notice was the four High School girls sitting closest to the self-serve drink machine.

"Hubba Bubba...what have we here?" one of the two brunettes wearing letter jackets said. That girl was a tall one, probably on the basketball
team.

Everyone in the dining section had stopped eating and had turned to look as my family stepped up to the ordering counter. Mom grabbed the
chicken box, setting it down on the counter. Mom told Chad to put the drink container on the counter. After placing down the drinks, Chad
glanced nervously toward the four intimidating High Schoolers. The non red-headed teenage female worker stepped toward the register, after putting down several fat breast pieces on the display rack.

"Can I help you?"

I thought the girl would recognize Bradley, but she didn't respond to him in the expected manner. I then guessed it was because she really
never got a good look at the face, just his exposed boy parts.

"This order is all messed up. We have two things missing and got one item I didn't order. It better not be on the receipt." Mom was trying to
sound calm, but I could tell she was just hanging on to presenting a pleasant demeanor.

"I'll have to wait for the manager to come over. She is doing a bathroom check. It will only be a minute."

The dark haired worker went back to straightening up the chicken pieces, and looking at the order monitor. Just past her I could see the taller teenage guy at the sandwich making station, and just past the guy is the red head at the drive-thru window. I realized with my brothers
standing right at the counter, that the employee could only see their shirts, nothing below that. So far my brothers had only been noticed
by the customers at the tables.

That changed as soon as the manager departed the ladies' bathroom. She was wiping a paper towel over her hands, looking down at the floor.
When the manager looked up it was as if she ran into an invisible wall. The manager couldn't have been much older than the three teenagers
working the kitchen. My guess would have been twenty yearls old.

"Ah...excuse me. Miss, with the kids there. They can't be in here like that."

Mom turned to look at the manager. "Oh, there you are. It's about time I got some service. My order got messed up and needs to be corrected."

Bradley and Chad now knew they had been spotted, and they tried to hug the counter with their front ends.

"If there's a problem I'll fix it. But don't you see...those two boys have their butts showing. Where are their pants?"

Without warning, mom grabbed Bradley by the shoulder, and she spun him around. "You mean this? What he's wearing. It follows the rules
of this establishment."

The manager looked dumbfounded. "What? That is not correct miss. Our sign on the door - -"

"Yes I know what it says," mom nearly shouted at the manager. She continued to hold onto Bradley, one hand on each arm, almost like gripping
her boy in a wrestling hold. "What is my son wearing right here," mom tugs on the shirt.

"What is that? That is a shirt."

"And miss manager, what are these on my son's feet?"

The manager looked down. "Those are shoes. But I don't - -"

"Your door sign says they must wear shirts and shoes in order to get service. Both my boys are in compliance are they not?"

The dining area was as quiet as a church tomb. The three employees had come close to the counter to see what was going on. With Bradley
having been pulled toward the manager, and away from the counter, they could see he was bare assed and were amazed to say the least.

"Those were the naked kids we just served?" the teenage male worker whispered to the two teen girls.

"Ooops. What did we do wrong?" the red headed one replied.

The manager was silent for a whole minute. She must have been really twisting her thoughts up inside, trying to find the fault in my mom's
logic. She shook her head several times, and scratched her head two times.

"Well I'll be...I can't come up with what to say." The manager looked defeated and now looked like she had no clue what to do.

"Okay then. Here is the receipt. Let's go over what is wrong with it."

The manager grabbed the piece of paper, then she looked at the contents of the box. "You are right. This is not correct. I'll get you a full
sized coleslaw myself. You can keep the apple pie. George...grab a large potato wedges for these folks here. Make sure they are fresh."

The manager walked off to the cooler. The tall male worker looked at mom and he said. "I'll have to whip up a new batch if you want them
fresh. It'll be a few minutes."

"Fine," mom told the employee. Then she turned to me and my brothers. "You guys go find a table. This chicken will be stone cold
by the time we get to the house, so we'll dine in."

Bradley and Chad looked aghast, both shaking their heads.

Mom added another reason for staying, "We'll be able to get drink refills since we are now dining in."

[Jeepman89]

Mom is demanding justice after they botched the order. You got to love her for that regardless of the fact that her 2 sons are "sans pants". The dining experience should be good.

[NickTwisp]

Poor Bradley...his naked exposure just gets worse and worse.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 19. Hot Food, Fresh Friends


Until the manager said she couldn't think of a reason why my brothers' lack of certain parts of their outfit was cause for kicking our family
out of the restaurant, I thought for sure we were headed for trouble. It's like how could it not?! Both Bradley and Chad had no pants on, and
no underwear either. They looked ridiculous in t-shirts and tennis shoes, their pale legs bare, butt cracks showing, and dicks sticking out.
Bradley so desperately wanted to put his hands in front of his groin, I could see his fingers trembling down at his thighs. Ever since mom spun
him around to face toward the manager, the KFC boss could hardly look anywhere other than at my brother's parts that are supposed to be
private and not for public perusal.

All the diners in the restaurant had been watching us with growing interest. The older man and woman in the far corner spoke to each other,
but were too far away for me to hear them. Same with the two male diners seated at the small table near the bathroom doors. The table
with the mom with three kids, two girls and a boy, all somewhere in the ages of seven to eleven, had such a mishmash of words going I
had a hard time making it out. The kids were amazed to see naked boys and their mom was not happy with it.

"I'm going to have some words with that manager," I was able to hear.

Neither Bradley nor Chad made a move when mom told us to pick out a table. The manager was fetching coleslaw from the cooler. The tall
employee named George had gone back to the kitchen to fix our potato wedges, and I looked around to see what table looked best.

I didn't want to sit next to the mom with the three children. That mom was upset with us. I could see it in that woman's eyes. She must think
her two little girls were being polluted by seeing a wee bit of nakedness. The older pair also looked at us disapprovingly. That left the side of
the room that was nearer to the drink fountain, and the table with the four High School girls. Two of those girls wore Letter Jackets from
Kennedy High School, which happened to be where Bradley was a freshman. I had not put it together at first, but my older brother might
have seen those big girls before. Two of them were wearing cheerleader outfits, so Bradley most likely saw them at a football game or
during the Pep Rally before a game.

Looking at the four older girls again, I noticed how nicely their hair was styled, how confident they seemed to be. I'm only twelve, so high
school girls all look the same age to me. One of the girls at that table must have seen my brother at school, and knew enough to know his
name. One of cheerleaders got up from her seat, and she quickly walked over to us.

"You're Bradley, right? I thought I recognized you."

I thought about laughing, and had to catch myself. The girl said "I thought I recognized you" while staring down at Bradley's penis.

"I come here all the time. And it's the first time we've seen you here. Is this your family?" The cheerleader said her name is Clois, and she
invited us to sit at the table next to theirs.

"I really like the table over that way," Bradley tried pointing to a booth next to the older couple.

"Nonsense. This nice girl just invited us to sit with them." Mom then inspected the table. "You two boys take that table and move it next to
the other one. I don't think I met one of your friends from Kennedy."

"She's not my friend," Bradley stated.

"Don't be rude. If you were nicer you would have more friends. Now tell me, Clois, how is the football team doing this year?"

I found that so funny what mom said. She never paid attention to what the local football teams were doing. I marveled at how quickly
she could make friendly small talk with those she just met. Bradley and Chad didn't seem to be in a talking mood. After moving the table
up next to the one the four high schoolers sat at, they both sat down and tried to focus on getting the food out of the box and the lids off
the side dishes.

The four girls were Clois (cheerleader), Andorra (the other cheerleader), Ruby (basketball team), and Petra (track team). All of them were
in the 10th grade, so each one a year older than Bradley. The girls basically kept their eyes on my older brother, and that was probably the
way Chad wanted it.

After the introductions were made, Andorra giggled after she said to Bradley, "I really like your shirt. It goes so well with your shoes." She
said this while looking under the table. The order of potato wedges showed up. The male employee may have fried them, but the dark
haired teen employee made the delivery. She must have volunteered just to get a close up look at the boys who were bare naked below
their bellies.

Before Bradley had gotten far into eating his food, Clois did a knowing look and a wink at her girl friends, then she held out her paper cup
toward Bradley. "Would you mind getting me a refill? Half root beer half Dr. Pepper please."

The look my brother gave her could be interpreted as a "Screw You", but he said nothing of the sort of course. He begrudgingly got up and took
the cup. The only one who didn't watch my brother's butt as he walked to the drink machine was mom. As soon as he came back, two other
girls needed refills, and another trip was made. Each time he made the trip his face was a brighter shade of pink. Each trip seemed to make
his penis stick out more. It was almost pointing upward by the time he got fresh drinks for all his "new friends".

This was all very exciting for me. But as I watched my older brother have to fetch things for the girls, get drinks, grab some napkins or
ketchup packets...I could see how those girls were using him for their own entertainment. Mom is the one who caused all of this to happen,
but Bradley is still my brother and I could see how he was so outnumbered. Chad was being mostly left out of it. I guess the high school girls
had little interest in a boy that age. Chad was allowed to eat in peace without any interruptions.

Finally, chicken dinner at the KFC came to an end. Mom made it even worse by asking Bradley and Chad to take all the girl's trays to the
trach receptacle. It was one more chance for everyone to watch as Bradley's partially stiff dick swayed back and forth as he walked.
All the girls wanted to get our number to put into their contact lists on their phones. They also wanted to take pics of my family
together. This is where mom drew a line in the sand. She would not allow for any photos to be taken. Mom refused to give out our phone
number, being savvy enough with social media to keep things limited and under control. It was the only thing that went well for my
embarrassed siblings.

Bradley started to complain as soon as we got home. He had been allowed to wear the shirt the rest of the way home, but the jeans and undies
stayed in the trunk until we parked in our own driveway. Mom sent him and Chad to their room, not wanting to hear any bitching and moaning.
It was one more lesson in how modesty for males will be at a minimum from now on. I was beginning to swing over to my brother's side in
this. I was beginning to think my brothers were getting a raw deal, especially after they had to be exposed in public for such a long time.
I just didn't know what I could do about it.

[Jeepman89]

Hilarious episode indeed. I love how the high school girls made Bradley expose himself numerous times showing them his bare ass and dick the whole time.

[Trundle]

Amazing last few chapters TeenFan, it feels like you're really in the zone now with this story. Each story piles on the humiliation for the boys and especially for poor Bradley. I love it!

I'm intrigued about their sister starting to feel sorry for them and maybe taking their side against Mom. It's very sweet but I sort of hope the naked exposures and the embarrassments for Bradley get worse. I'm hoping Mom has more tricks up her sleeve so to speak. Would love to see the girls from KFC be back in the story too at some point.

I really hope you keep this story going for a long time. It's a special one.