Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New April 13

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 24. Monkey Makes it Rain


I was nowhere near done applying the coats of color paint onto the portrait of my younger brother when Chad said he had to hop down from
the tree. He had been up there for longer than half an hour, and his stretched out legs must have been getting sore muscles and his toes all
twitchy.

"I need to get down from here...and I have to pee."

Delilah immediately came rushing over. "No...not yet. You can't come down yet. You don't have my permission."

I looked at Delilah, wondering what she was up to. Why did my younger brother need permission to get down from the tree? "Why does he have
to wait?" I asked.

"This is my house and backyard. I'm in charge here now. I say when he comes down and he hasn't asked me."

"I need to come down. My foot is cramping." My brother sounded like it really was bothering him.

Delilah stared up at him, "You need to ask nicer than that. And anyways...since you are a monkey. You don't need to come down to pee. That's
what you must do first...first you pee, then you may ask to come down here. Oh, and one more thing. You can't move from where you
are. Pee right where you are standing. Marie, you sit back down and draw what it looks like for little monkey man to piss from that spot."

I thought Delilah was being a little unreasonable. "You're really going to make him stay up there like that? What if he slips and falls?"

My friend only laughed. "Ha ha...he won't fall. He's too clever for that. Once he does his monkey business he can come down."

"What do I do, Marie?" Chad asked me, but what could I do, nothing but shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know. Just do what she says." It was all I could tell him. I looked at Chad up in the tree, and I had to think about how he was going
to do his so called monkey business. He has to use both hands to hang onto two different branches. If he let go with one hand he might stay
upright where he is, but it would be a little risky. I had been given my orders as well. Add to the painting what it looks like to see my
brother urinate while hanging onto branches. I pick up the paintbrush, and naturally I dipped it into the yellow.

"This really sucks," Chad says. He considers moving his hands, maybe to put one on his dick to aim it one way or another. He can't move around,
it's against the rules Delilah imposed upon him. Shaking his head and sighing, Chad tried to relax and let nature take over his body functions.
I tried to imagine how I could accomplish that while standing in a tree. I only knew it would be a disgusting and horrible sight for me, as I would
be looking down with my legs spread wide, the flow spurting out from my slit to land somewhere right below me.

Then my brother started peeing. I looked up and saw the stream shoot outward. It didn't go exactly how I expected it to go. I forgot
about how much Chad's penis sticks straight out, not pointing down. Chad's pee shoots straight out from his crotch, and it goes a way before
the stream gets taken over by the gravity, and the flow curves into a downward direction. If it had been Bradley up there, him peeing would
probably have the flow landing near the base of the tree, with his dick being longer, heavier, making for a downspout.

Chad's pee hit me! It flowed right above me to land on my arms, my lap, and it even spattered onto the canvass. I squealed and pushed
backward with my legs. The chair flopped over backwards, and I went down in a heap. Chad's pee then landed on my legs.

"OH SHIT!" I heard Chad say, but once it started he could not get the pee back into the pisser. It's all said and down now. I sit up and watch
as the flow turns into a trickle, and my ears hear the guffaws and hyper-giggles going on a few feet away from me. Delilah is laughing so
hard her knees buckled, and she almost went down to the ground.

"What is going on over there?" I hear my older brother say from the swimming pool.

Delilah laughed with words in between. "Your ha ha brother just ha ha peed from the tree ho ow...he um...just pissed your sister hee hee
and ooooh that is so freaking funny."

I was steaming, and I got up to my feet. I wanted to brush myself off, but the feeling of dampness I found difficult to touch. I glanced up
into the tree and Chad looked mortified at what happened. He now looked afraid to come down.

Delilah looked up at Chad. "You can come down now little monkey. You did your business well...come on down...don't be shy."

Chad hopped down as easily as he got up. He stood at the base of the tree, looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Marie. I had no idea where
the stuff was gonna fly off to. I never peed up a tree before." Chad looked down at his dick, saw some drops hanging there and knocked
them off.

I was furious. But really, it wasn't Chad's fault. Delilah made him do it. "Well what am I supposed to do with this?" I indicated by pulling on
my shirt, avoinding the wet spots.

"Take off your clothes and go for a swim."

My mouth dropped open. Did I hear that right. Delilah just told me to take the clothes off.

"I know you didn't bring your swimsuit," Delilah continued. "But you don't need a swimsuit. I declare that is it unfair for you to wear clothes
while both of your brothers are naked. And since they don't mind being naked...why should you?"

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Wow I didn't expect things to turn around on Marie.

Is she really going to be forced to get naked too? How will her brothers react to that? What would the adults do if they knew Marie had to get naked in front of the boys? Would they be upset or not bothered?

I love when a story surprises you and this has definitely done that. Really intrigued as to where this will go.

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 25. Put on display


I had visited Delilah's house several times, and I was so much in awe at how easily she controlled and manipulated my brothers. Delilah was
creative and at times super wicked. I both admired and was astonished by what she could think up, situations that caused extreme
embarrassment for Bradley and Chad. It wasn't all her doing, as nothing would happen without the consent of my mom and Dorthea.

But when Delilah told me I should strip down and jump into the pool I was shocked. Yes, my shirt and shorts had just been splattered with pee,
but I expected to be told to march into the house and get cleaned up in the bathroom. If I had brought my swimsuit I could easily slip into it
and join my brothers in the swimming pool. I was only concerned with getting their nude portraits done, and I didn't even think about the
swimsuit. But Delilah wants me to swim naked!

It was the last thing Delilah said to me, "I declare that it is unfair for you to wear clothes while both of your brothers are naked."

I had noticed there was some level of "unfairness" about the whole thing. Delilah and I got to swim while dressed in a modest swimsuit, while
Bradley and Chad go natural. I thought it was because it was natural for boys to be naked. That is what mom kept telling them, saying over
and over that young boys don't need to be so modest. Girls, on the other hand, must remain covered up. Girls must be protected.

However...I did find the use of thick material, full coverage swimsuits to be less than satisfactory to me. I yearned to have some more freedom
of movement. I wanted a better tan line, even though it was nearly impossible for my pale skinned red-haired body to tan properly. It is
unfair I can't wear something a little showier, just a little more provocative.

"Since they don't mind being naked...why should you?" That was the other thing Delilah said. If I wasn't so shocked I would have laughed.
It was a joke that my brothers didn't mind being naked. Not once have I seen them strip down to nothing just because they felt like it. Not
since they were both younger (and so was I) did I see them not worry about a towel coming out of the bathroom after a bath. Before mom
got onto her no modesty kick I hadn't seen Bradley naked in a couple years.

Bradley minded very much being forced to be naked, and to a lesser extent so did eleven year old Chad. Maybe Delilah has a point. Maybe
the injustice of being forced to be naked while others remain clothed is what my brothers hated about mom's personal philosophy.
Would I mind being naked, here in the backyard at Delilah's house? You bet I would. The thought of swimming nude freaks me out, but it
also excites me.

I probably would never do it on my own, but Delilah has been placed in charge and my mom expects us kids to do what we are told.
Still, I was scared and looked for a way out.

"I don't think our moms would like that. They expect Brad and Chad to run around like savages in the jungle. But mom would freak out if
she knew I swam without my swimsuit."

"You mom won't be back for over an hour. And we won't tell her...will we?" Delilah looked at Chad, then she looked at Bradley. My older
brother was sitting up on the side of the pool. He hadn't come over but was intently listening to every word. "Okay...this is what we will do.
Marie here gets a choice. She can stay down here and swim with us...minus her clothes of course...or I can take her inside and lock her into
a closet for an hour and a half. We will have so much fun out here, me and your brothers and you'll miss all of it."

Such conflicting emotions I had. Half of my mind screamed "NO...I won't do it". The other half looked at the logic of it being unfair to my
brothers for them to be the only skinnydippers. I'd been wanting to rebel against mom's heavy-handed rules about what I was allowed to
wear. I was aware of a desire to be more in control of my own destiny, to make decisions for myself. I wanted to be able to put on a regular
tank-top like other girls do, to wear short shorts to run and play in. But to go full naked? Could I really go that far?

The second choice was be locked up by myself in a closet.

"What are you going to do, Marie?" Chad asked me. He still looked sorry for accidentally peeing on me from up in the tree, and for getting
the paint wet and smeared on his freshly painted portrait. Chad stood only a few feet away, not bothering to cover up as he awaited some
sort of response from me.

I looked over at Bradley. He was silent and only staring at me. I couldn't read his thoughts, so no help there.

"I'll stay," I sheepishly said.

"Speak up dear Marie. Say it out loud. Will you stay and play with us?" Delilah seemed delighted at my response, but wanted to push me
even further.

"Okay...I'll stay and play," I said, and I could hardly believe what I was saying. I just agreed to get naked in front of Delilah and my two
brothers.

Delilah controlled everything, just like she normally did. She had me come over to the white metal table. I was told to put my clothes on
one of the chairs. It was to keep them from touching the boys' clothes that sat on top of the table. Delilah arranged the pieces like setting
the stage for a play. She had Chad and Bradley sit down on a chair. I was then to strip down, right in front of them. It would have been so
much easier if they could just play around in the pool while I did this. Why did they have to act like an audience at a stip show?

"Just do it, Marie." Bradley finally spoke up, and just do it was his advice. Do it and get it over with.

The first stages are easy. Remove shoes and socks, place them on the chair. Next step is a little more difficult. Pull off the shirt. I had on
a small bra, a basic boring white one. I saw a smile come across Chad's face. Bradley still only stared at me. Maybe he was waiting to see if
I would actually go through with it. I had to consider the next move. Do I completely show my upper half before taking anything off down
lower? What scared me more. Having my tits be seen or panties?

"Come on girl. Off with it."

Why was Delilah so delighted in seeing me naked. Was she getting bored with seeing boy's bodies frolicking in her backyard, and wanted some
nude girl in the mix to liven things up?

"Show us your sweet little boobies."

Delilah wants to see my tits. It freaks me out a little, how much this older teen enjoys seeing me squirm. I then recalled how she asked
my permission to touch my breasts the last time we changed into swimsuits up in her bedroom. I remembered how she squeezed my nipple,
massaged me as she commented on how firm I was, how there wasn't much to jiggle there. I shivered at the recall, but strangely I immediately
felt my nipples get harder, as if a cool breeze had just gone across them.

The plan is for me to undress all the way. It doesn't really matter in what order the clothes come off. I feel my face blush as I turn my back
for Delilah to unhook me. I shiver again, as her fingers do a little more than just unclasp the little hook. Delilah unhooks me, but she takes
control of removing the bra. She slides her hand around to my front, her fingers maintaining contact with my skin all the way around. She
drops the bra, which falls straight down. What Delilah does is use her hands to cup both of my breasts, her hands forming a flesh and bone
bra over my small boobs.

"I'll keep you covered up here. Slip out of your shorts and panties."

With trembling fingers I unsnap the button of my shorts. I bend over slightly and let them slide down my legs. Stepping out of them, I had to
bend over to pick them up. Delilah bends over my body, her hands still cupping me. Upon standing up I see my brothers have both gotten
very interested in this. Bradley has what looks like a partial stiffie. I see his hand slide across his thigh to try to obscure how excited he is.
For Chad, the interest is mainly upon his face. Chad is grinning like a monkey who just found a new source of bananas. Again, I wondered if
my little brother ever pops a boner.

"One more thing to go, my dear," Delilah whispered in my ear, then she squeezes both of my tits, her fingers digging into the sides. A fresh
wave of shivers goes down my spine and then back up. Goose bumps form on my arms and legs. I can barely keep myself from squirming.

I hated this, but something inside wasn't completely horrified. Part of me, a small part, sort of liked this. I was being made to do a horrible
thing...but I was able to do it without screaming. The tingling on my cheeks intensified, and I felt that same sensation going on between my
legs. I hooked thumbs into the waistband of my panties that have little daffodils on them. I thought they were cute when mom bought them
for me, but standing in them with my brothers looking on, I wondered what they thought of yellow flowers on white cotton. Do boys care
about panties, or just want to see them removed?

I could feel every new inch of skin being uncovered, as the top waistband slides down my hips. When it gets to the raised up pubic mound
I hesitated. My brothers were about to see something they had not witnessed in at least a year, their sister naked who had just grown hair
down there. It wasn't much, but what I did have is wispy strands at the top of my slit, not too long but very very orange/red. I nearly cried
while laughing the first time seeing them in the refection of the bathroom mirror. I imagined how it will look similar to a mess of orange peels covering my pussy, once the full growth kicks in. A red-headed stranger between the legs, it seemed comical to me. Now my brothers both were about to see.

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Loving the new twist!
Nice to see a female character who gets naked out of a sense of "fairness" and rebellion.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 26. A Different Type of Canvass


I've never considered myself to be overly shy. I've been as modest a girl as...as what my mom made me to be. Ever since I got to be ten
years old, mom wouldn't let me wander about the house with my panties showing. I had to have a shirt and at least shorts on. Where my
brothers could freely go from room to room while clad in only underwear, I would be sent back to my room if I had too much skin showing.
My brothers and I share a bathroom. I could barge in if I wanted to when Bradley or Chad is taking a shower. But if one of them tried to sneak
a peek at me...momma would raise holy hell.

I don't know what my mom would be raising if she saw what transpired in the backyard of Delilah's house. As I felt the cotton panties I had on
slide down my legs, I looked over to see what could only be an erection wanting to rise up inside Bradley's cupped hands. His hands were
higher up, having to make room for something growing. Seeing that would normally be a funny sight, but I'm the one with stage fright. I'm
the star of this strip show. I can feel the goose bumps on my legs. The sensation of the the waistband on my daffodil panties sliding along the
skin of my thigh, first tight then loose and falling to the ground, the feeling was maddening and marvelous.

Never in a million years did I think I'd even contemplate swimming naked in a pool with boys. Still, they are my brothers, but they are still
typical mischievous and horny kids. Chad is the mischievous one and Bradley is eternally horny. Even though it's his sister getting stripped before
him, he can't control his cock which wants to spring up and crow Cock-A-Doodle-Doo.

"Look at that hair down there. It's so red," Chad leaned forward in his chair.

Delilah laughed and added further commentary. "She's a true red-head. A carrot top Aussie style down under."

I knew how much those tufts of hair stood out against the pale creamy whiteness of my skin. I also knew my hair had just grown in since
my 12th birthday, and it really didn't do much to cover the canyon. The slit lips stood out like a beacon, beckoning any boy nearby to come
closer to inspect. That is exactly what Chad is doing, as he leans closer, his neck stretching like a grazing animal to reach a delicate flowering
patch of grass. I was wondering if I was the only girl his age that Chad had ever seen before, and him being only eleven that could definitely be
the case.

Bradley, on the other hand, seemed reluctant to stare at me so obviously. His face was partly turned away while his eyes looked back at me.

I was about to bend over to pick up the panties around my ankles. Delilah had another plan. The hands of hers, which were topping my
small breasts, suddenly slid to my sides. She grabbed my arms, yanking them to my back. I was locked in place, full body exposed.

"Who wants to get a good look at this lovely little body?"

Delilah encouraged my brothers to get off their butts and come over to inspect me. Chad moved immediately, hopping up and coming over
to lean down toward my exposed slit. Now it was my turn to be all squirmy, as I wanted to break free from Delilah's strong grasp. Bradley
then also came closer, cupping his crotch in his hands. He didn't want anyone to see how excited he was, but it wasn't fooling anybody.

"Your sister touched both of you. She put sunscreen all over your bodies and touched your dicks. It's only fair you get to return the favor.
The sunscreen bottle is on the table. This girl needs some protection. As you can see...she will burn so easily."

So that was the ploy, the old sunscreen trick. That is the official excuse as to why Bradley and Chad need to touch my body. Chad eagerly
got some lotion on his hands, and he went to work on my legs. Chad seemed more interested in my lower half. Bradley got lotioned up and
he started on my arms and shoulders. He had to drop his hands and allow everyone to see his penis. It's more hard than soft, sticking nearly
straight out instead of downward. Delilah let go of my arms. This freed her up to grab sunscreen, and she began on my back. I felt her
hands work the lotion into my skin between the shoulder blades, but she seemed to enjoy putting the stuff on my butt even more.

"I've never seen a girl so white before," the older teen girl teased me. "You would turn red like a lobster if we didn't put this Hawiian Tropic
on you. You'll thank me someday for being so caring."

Brother Bradley never said a word. Several times he looked me right in the eyes, but for the most part he averted the eyes from direct
visual contact with my peepers. It was my chest he kept his eyes on, as his hands had to protect the small mounds he found there. Bradley
didn't squeeze my tits the way Delilah did. He didn't tweak the nipples either. But he did a thorough job of getting every inch of skin covered.
My body was a different type of canvass, and my brothers a different type of artist, whose work will be invisible once their fingers finish with
me.

I was tingly all over, but when Chad pressed his fingers up against both sides of the short red tufts of hair guarding the entrance to my
femaleness, my knees nearly buckled. It was amazing how sensitive a girl is down there. At twelve years old I was just beginning to find that
out. At first I felt a tremble and shake when Chad's hands slid up the inner part of my thighs. Then the finger painting with lotion along the
cleft in the mound had my temperature rising, and suddenly I was needing to get into the cool waters of the swimming pool.

Delilah spent quite a long time rubbing my ass. I had never come across a girl who enjoyed touching another girl before. I had no idea how
common that was. Finally, she slapped my butt and declared me protected. "I think that does it girl. You are free to run and play. Thanks for coming over today."

I took off for the pool immediately. I ran and jumped and the water felt fantastic. It was water of a type I had never felt before. Unlike the
water inside a small tub or shower, it flowed freely over my body with my movements. I felt slick and graceful, and it pleased me to be this
way. I never knew it could feel so neat not to have that bulky one-piece of a piece of shit black swimsuit on my body.

Bradley and Chad jumped into the pool, and what I saw next totally transformed my way of thinking.

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Loving it Teenfan! The first sexuality experience with her brothers is amazing! Keep em coming!

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 27. Bashful No More

Swimming without my bulky black one-piece was such an amazing experience. I was shy at first, not wanting to come out of the deeper end.
I guess it took me a moment or two to process what had just happened. I'd been stripped down to nothing, and both my brothers had gotten
their hands on me. With all those times recently I had seen them naked, I guess a little payback was only fair. I didn't have to hold it
against them, or have a grudge. It was Delilah and her dastardly deeds that did it. Anything that happened I could blame on the sixteen year
old, who seemed to enjoy seeing and touching me as much as anyone else...maybe more!

Bradley and Chad stayed covered up in the deeper section too when Delilah was in the pool swimming with us. Fortunately she didn't try to
do any more dare games or try to cause any more trouble. She seemed fine with us all just hanging out. But what really changed things was
when Delilah got out of the water, saying she was going to go inside to get some dinner started. My brothers and I looked at each other, not
expecting to be left alone. But our host did have one rule to give us.

"Nobody can put on any clothes until I give the order. Ya got that."

We all nodded our heads. Delilah got out of the pool, and she went into the house, and it was us kids all alone in the backyard.

At first we all glanced over at the table where our clothes are. It would be easy to rush over there and get our clothes back on. I was also
thinking what will happen if mom and Dorthea come back, and they find me skinnydipping. I relaxed when remembering this is all under orders,
that we were all just doing what we were told. It was Chad who got things going, got the energy flowing again.

"I bet I can do a flip dive from the side," Chad said as he pulled himself up out of the pool. For the first time in any of the forced nudity get
togethers one of us willingly exposed themself to everyone else. Chad made no move to hide his penis when he stood at the edge of the
pool, raising his arms up over his head. He moved his arms back, then swung them forward as he spun his body off the side. Chad did an
under rotation, spinning one half times too few. Instead of landing a dive he did a bellyflop.

If Chad could stand out there and let us see him, I figured I could be that brave. I got out and stood up at the side of the wall. I was fully
aware how my body is fully exposed as I raise my arms up over my head. Never in a million years did I think I could do that in front of anyone
and not be shivering in fear. Okay, if it was just me and Delilah swimming by ourselves I'd have no fear at all. Doing this in front of Bradley
was the only thing that caused any hesitancy, and level of self-consciousness. I looked down at him staring up at me. For a few seconds I
was as still as a statue. I could feel the water dripping down my skin. I could feel the slight breeze blowing across me and it tickled, raising
up a fresh crop of goose bumps, a fresh rising of my nipples. I had no idea how pointy they could get, sticking out like a pair of sore thumbs
from a chest still closer to flat than plump.

"You can do it. Just try to land on your feet. One flip only till you get the hang of it." Bradley said, and he seemed to be losing the
subdued, under duress, cowered way of talking and looking at me. The adults are gone. The big bad girl is gone, and it's just us. We can
play and have fun and be brothers and sister again.

I flipped into the pool and nearly landed on my feet. I was too nervous and under rotated and did a combination of backslap and seat landing.
Bradly was laughing when I came up. It was good to see him laughing again instead of glowering and glancing down at his feet. Then Bradley
got out of the pool. His dick was not completely soft, sticking out a little, slightly plumped up. I giggled at how the drips of water from the
end of his penis were so similar to having a leaky faucet. Drip...drip...drip...

Bradley's flip dive was nearly perfect, going from standing on his feet to his arms and head entering the water first. He over rotated a little,
his feet continuing to go forward after his head and shoulders entered the water. Bradley came sputtering up and I swam over to him to give
a congratulatory high-five hand slap. First he slapped my hand, then he slow motioned his open palm as it continued toward my face. He
was grinning as he did that, and I saw the twinkle in his eyes. He did the slap my face slow enough that I easily ducked out of the way. I
lightly punched him in the stomach.

For the next part of our evening we chased each other around the yard. Chad wanted to be the fox and Bradley and I were the hounds. It
made no sense to do this in such a small space with no snow on the ground. It was really just a basic game of catch the one who is IT. Chad
is a sneaky and fast runner. He can dodge and twist and turn like a Tasmanian Devil. I only half-heartedly gave chase to Chad, as I was
whole-heartedly keeping an eye on my older brother. It was fun to watch Bradley run and jump. He has something lively flopping around
in front and it kept me smiling. At one point Bradley popped a boner, but he ignored it and kept up the case. All I did was try to stay where
I could keep a full-frontal view on my hunky big bro.

I realized something amazing has occurred. Neither of my brothers were bashful anymore. That never happened before at these swimming
parties at Dorthea's house. What was the difference maker?

We got tired of running, sitting down at the edge of the pool, our feet in the water. I laughed when I saw how much dirt and pieces of grass
drifted off our three pairs of feet. We were messing up Delilah's pool, ha ha. Nobody was covering up, even though I was sitting next to
Bradley and his dick was sticking up. I leaned closer toward it because I still get mesmerized at how it throbs and pulses when it sticks up like
that.

"Can you feel that...when it does that?" I asked Bradley.

He looked down at his crotch, then turned his face toward me. "You want to feel it?"

I reached over, putting my thumb on one side of his shaft, the other fingers on the other. Holding lightly, I could feel it moving with his
beating heart. It beat fast after the running around. It was like his thing was alive and wanting to move on its own. For the first time I got
an uninterrupted look and feel. Chad jumped down into the pool, and he swam over to poke his head in close to get a better look.

"I can't wait until I'm older. It sucks being the youngest one." Even Chad seemed fascinated at seeing how big Bradley's dick gets and how it
twitches, how it pulses. I suppose brothers who are close in age might try to impress each other with who is better at jerking off, competing
in who can shoot out the most gunky stuff. But Chad could only watch and hope the wait for getting a big dick didn't take too long.

I didn't hold my brother's dick for more than thirty seconds. Maybe if was forty seconds, at which I gave it a couple good squeezes. I giggled
when his little head expanded. Dicks are amazing things, but I finally let go. I didn't want my brothers to think I was trying to jerk him off.
I didn't know if I could do that anyway, since he had spilled his spunk less than an hour earlier. And then I remembered I had a portrait to finish.

"Oh Shoot!...We didn't finish that painting. I only got the first coats of paint on it."

"Yeah...And then your dumb brother went and peed all over it," Bradley said. "I took a look at it. It is all slimed and runny. You can call it
Modern Art of the pissing kind."

We all went back to the tree where Chad had done his monkey man pose. The canvass was truly a disaster. But art often looks like a mess
before the final touches. I picked up the yellow, and I put in the long and arcing piss stream from my brother's naked stance in the tree to
the edge of the canvass. It will be obvious to anyone viewing the portrait that a natural biological function was taking place. It made me
think about drawing Bradley with an erection again. I imagined white cum bombs shooting out of his upward pointing cannon of a cock. I
imagined him standing in front of an array of army soldiers and plastic vehicles. Giant man attacks Tokyo, and his main weapon is huge splatters
of sticky goo that drops on them, shot out from the naked man's enormous penis.

I knew I had to paint that crazy and surrealistic scene. But would my art teacher let me show it to the class?

The backdoor swings open. "Get dressed, Marie. My mom just drove up. You boys...you know what to do. Stay naked."

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Brilliant last two chapters.

I love how you've managed to make the boys feel so believably different to each other. Chad is younger and less self conscious so when he sees his sister naked he's more keen to just openly look at her and touch her. Bradley is equally as keen and aroused at seeing Marie naked but he's a teenager and he has to pretend to not be excited at the prospect. Although I suppose his penis gave away how excited he truly was!

Nice to see the siblings bond, them being naked has brought them closer and less concerned about being seen naked by each other. Interested to see what happens now the adults are back. Will Bradley go back to being embarrassed again?

Great stuff.

[WingDing]

Waiting with bated breath to see what happens next.

I am so happy to see someone use "bated" properly anywhere on the Internet. Thank you.