The Last Straw (new 4/18)

[flashharry]

Thank you for the latest episode.

I did pity the poor girl being led to portable toilets, particularly barefoot. Letting her have a walk on the grass to make her feet feel a cleaner would be considerate, but will she even be able to ask?
It also made me wonder what little miss perfect's mother will think if she knows Bea is sporting that arrow. What does it suggest?

[Freesub]

CLIFFHANGERSSSS!!!

Excellent going though, I love the piece by piece dissection of her modesty neverdoubted

[Somebody]

Incredible. Great chapter. I have to appreciate the period accuracy of the unpopularity of any food with flavor in it, lol. It's almost too bad it was a portable toilet, though, because if it were a normal bathroom, one could say she was stalling.. in a stall. I'll be here all week.
No, but this was necessary so he could pound on the door. I get it.

[neverdoubted]

Incredible. Great chapter. I have to appreciate the period accuracy of the unpopularity of any food with flavor in it, lol. It's almost too bad it was a portable toilet, though, because if it were a normal bathroom, one could say she was stalling.. in a stall. I'll be here all week.
No, but this was necessary so he could pound on the door. I get it.

There is another reason. Regular bathrooms have mirrors which means she still hasn't seen how bad it really is yet.

[student]

First, a heart. Now an arrow. Anticipating the next reveal is keeping me up nights!

That's Entertainment!

[neverdoubted]

I didn't know I was staring until Bea lowered the tray to her waist and my line of sight to her pubic arrow was broken.

Drawing my tongue, which had been hanging out of my mouth mid-lick, back inside, I closed my gaping jaw. Recovering somewhat, I tugged on her hand to resume the parade. But there were so many questions swirling around in my head. I didn't know where to begin.

Bea had an arrow growing on her abdomen. Correction - she had shaved an arrow into her abdomen on purpose. Two sisters. There's no way this could be an accident. First a heart, and now an arrow. But why?

While I couldn't fathom what would possess the girl to take such a stupid risk, it was obviously somehow connected to her sister's equally reckless body modification. Mary could have shed some light on the subject. But because she wasn't around, I would have to hold my questions for later. And what about Cindy? Surely not!

As we reached the edge of the current building, Bea scrambled off the tarmac and onto the blessed grass that grew between the hangars. Relieved that she could finally rest, she sucked in gulps of air and moved the tray as low as possible on her abdomen.

Using the pause to feed her another bite of pretzel, I took a sip of my drink then picked up my corn dog. I was supposed to be eating it all this time but had forgotten about it when her arrow was revealed. With no reason to tarry, I tugged on her arm to keep us moving. I could walk and chew at the same time. Walk and chew and ponder her unusual pubic decoration.

I knew plenty of teenage girls who dotted their i's with cute little hearts or doodled them in the margins of their notebooks. To trim your pubic hair into a heart shape, while certainly unorthodox, could have been interpreted as just a relatively innocent bodily embellishment.

But to make an arrow that is pointed directly at your sex is much more direct and explicit. As if her totally naked body wasn't suggestive enough, the well-built teen was also walking around with a sign above her budding flower that basically said, "Insert Here"!

As my fertile imagination kicked into overdrive, my cock surged to attention even as my cheeks grew warm in a sympathy blush. I was tempted to feel sorry for the poor girl...until I remembered how mean she had been to me leading up to the fateful events of that morning. Her own actions had led her every step of the way to this humiliating punishment. And it wasn't my fault she had turned her virgin body into a lewd, living billboard for sex.

I finished my corn dog and washed it down with the last of my soda just as we were approaching hangar eleven. My beleaguered companion initiated what she hoped would be her last lewd dancing display of the day as we walked hand in hand toward the back entrance. No matter what awaited her inside, she had to assume it better than remaining in the humiliation spotlight out here.

Stopping next to a trash can near the entrance, I threw my things away. Then I took the tray from her and returned it to a rack next to the trash receptacle. After having her sex blowing in the breeze for the past fifteen minutes, I was hoping Bea would accept her new state of total exposure as inevitable and not regress once the tray - her last form of covering - was taken from her. But watching her immediately snap her newly freed hand back over both her fuzzy arrow and her privates told me I still had work to do when it came to her relationship to modesty.

Out of breath, the naked girl eyed the hangar door and tugged me gently towards it. But planting my feet, I instead pointed to a sign that forbid taking food inside the hangar and explained, "we can't go in until you've finished your lunch."

Reaching over, I tore the last of the pretzel in two and used the moan of dismay she let out to shove a huge bite in her mouth. Smiling, I dipped the rest of it in cheese and finished it off for her.

As if the dancing girl didn't already have enough to worry about, I quickly picked up her corn dog and shoved it into the hand she was using to maintain her feminine modesty. While she reluctantly curled her fingers around the stick, she kept her fist between her legs where it could do the most good. If she realized how ridiculous she looked, holding a corn dog down there in a very phallic way, she would have died from shame. But it was the only way she could keep her privates covered and hold her lunch at the same time.

To make matters worse, just then, a teen boy emerged from the hangar and skidded to a halt right in front of us. Bea took one look at him and, with her red cheeks bulging, sounded a muffled alarm. While I am not qualified to judge another boy on his looks, based on her reaction, Bea clearly found him cute.

I didn't have to guess how the boy felt about the beautiful, naked teenager shuffling in place with her buoyant breasts bared and bouncing. Gaping in awe of her nude performance, his eyes grew wider and wider, and his jaw dropped. I half expected his irises to form into little hearts and pop out of his head like a cartoon character.

If Bea were a boy, it would look like she was sporting an especially thick erection and cradling it in her right hand. Her only saving grace was that, with her healthy breasts jiggling and all her feminine curves on full display, she was at no real risk of being mistaken for a boy anytime soon.

Shrinking bashfully beneath his probing gaze, she instinctively tried to raise her other arm to gain a little more coverage for her acutely exposed body. But I just gripped her hand harder to remind her that her stalling antics back at the outhouse had cost her the privilege of hiding her growing chest from the world.

He was wearing a scouting uniform. I looked jealously at the gleaming medal above his breast pocket that identified him as an eagle scout. Because that medal takes years to acquire and he had to have been scouting for a while, I put his age above mine. That he was just the type of boy Bea would normally be attracted to and try to flirt with only added to her humiliation.

Within seconds, a noticeable bulge appeared in his front. Having been wrestling to contain my own erection for four days now, I knew exactly how he felt. But while I had the benefit of a loose tee shirt to hide mine, the tucked shirt and neatly cinched belt of his uniform gave his swelling penis no place to go but out.

It's not like he could prevent it. My naked stepsister was giving him an education far beyond anything in his scouting handbooks. And his own body was reacting exactly like one would expect.

Every curve and crevasse she possessed was unlike anything he had encountered before. And as his eyes toured her gleaming body, I recognized the familiar emotions reflected in his face. While boys were full of sharp edges and straight lines, everything about Bea's body had an alluring, rounded shape. And seeing her in all her naked glory excited him to no end. Feeling a similar stirring, and since I was relatively new to the experience, I took this opportunity to follow the boy's lead and take another lap with my own eyes.

Her shoulders - tense but still somehow soft - flowed seamlessly into the graceful slope of her collarbone and upper chest. Her impossibly supple breasts, buoyed by some hidden counterforce, rebounded with every hop she made from foot to foot. And though her pink nipples were stiff and perky, there was nothing sharp about them. They would undoubtedly yield to the slightest pressure.

Her hip bones, though they did jut out slightly on her slender frame, had no harsh edge to them and formed little more than adorable little handles below her waist. Exhibiting an endurance that would make her older sister proud, her completely bared, long-suffering thighs and flexing calves were engaged in their constant, unceasing task of giving her petite, tender feet a respite from the tarmac below. If there were such a thing as a jiggling anatomy badge, she would have earned it multiple times over by now.

But Bea wasn't the only one whose anatomy was trying its hardest to earn a badge. Watching the pyramid in the boy's shorts form into a respectable size, I had to chuckle. Pitching tents is one of the first things a scout learns. But I'm pretty sure the handbook doesn't say anything about pitching tents in your shorts! Since Bea had helped him earn that badge in record time, she deserved most of the credit.

As soon as she swallowed the last of her pretzel ball, I lifted the bottle of soda to her mouth and began to tip it. Knowing that if she refused, she would end up with a bottle full of sticky soda cascading down her naked body, she wisely parted her lips and began to drink. When the bottle was empty, I tossed it into the trash behind me and looked back at her expectantly. The pretzel and drinks were gone, she hadn’t finished her lunch yet. I wasn't budging. And the boy, who also hadn't moved a muscle since he arrived, showed no sign of leaving anytime soon.

With her fist trembling, she made a pitiful whimper then slowly lifted the corn dog to her mouth. In the process, her entire pubic mound was revealed. No other indention on her body - not her armpit, or the cricks in her elbows, or her perfectly round belly button - could possibly compare to the parallel petals of tender, puffy flesh that guarded the entrance to her sex.

After glancing back at the doorway, the boy's eyes quickly dropped to take in this mysterious creature's most precious attraction. Looking right at the blond patch of girl-fur gracing her lower abdomen that just so happened to be growing in the shape of an arrow, he paused and tilted his head to one side. As Bea bit off a piece of corn dog and began to chew, I smiled. But the reason for my smile wasn't her current state of utter humiliation or the puzzled expression on the boy's face as he tried to figure out why the shape of her pubic hair did not match his own. Rather, something significant dawned on me just then.

As a boy scout myself, I knew that you rarely went anywhere in your uniform unless you were doing something with your troop. Even if this boy was visiting from somewhere local, he probably wasn't attending the fair all alone. And since eagle scouts were among the oldest members of the troop, they were also natural leaders. Who else might be following in this lucky boy's footsteps?

I got my answer not two seconds later when the door swung open, and another scout charged through the door. Spotting his leader, he opened his mouth to say something. But then he saw my stepsister and his words got stuck. His mouth fell open and refused to work.

Bea flinched as the second scout initiated a visual tour of her blushing body. Swallowing the first mouthful of corn dog, she realized it would take forever if she kept lowering her hand between every bite. So, in the interest of haste, she sacrificed trying to keep her body hidden and just focused on eating as fast as she could.

But she wasn't fast enough. This apparently their designated meeting spot, the number of scouts soon swelled into a full troop of about twelve. Forming a circle around us, they found the jiggling naked teen inexplicably eating a corn dog to be the best attraction by far.

The eagle scout looked to be the oldest while others ranged down in age to around eleven or twelve. As they gazed in awe at Bea's exhibition, I could practically see the brains of the older ones rewiring to form a new value system. Suddenly the endless badges they had been pursuing all these years felt meaningless next to the budding femininity on display before them. Something told me that many of them would decide they were done with scouting after today. From now on, they would only pursue one thing...girls.

An older man who was obviously the troop leader eventually emerged from the hangar. When he ordered the boys to attention and they did not respond, he barged into the crowd, barking out, "Troop, fall in and form up!"

That got their attention. Scrambling into a forward-facing line, the boys stood at attention. With his troop back under control, the irritated man spun on us and demanded to know what was going on. Because Bea was still busy finishing up her last bite, I had to respond on our behalf. But I did it a little too flippantly.

Holding in a smirk, I said, "she has a condition...can't be helped, I'm afraid."

With a scowl, he turned his stare straight at me.

"What do you mean? What kind of condition?" he asked.

Clearly, this man did not share his troop's enthusiasm for Bea's lack of attire. That's when I noticed his clerical collar. Sensing that I needed to take this confrontation more seriously, I gulped. I wasn't about to tell him the truth.

Well, she's a chronic pain in her stepfather's ass. I mean, behind - pardon my French - and she pushed him past his breaking point. As punishment, she will now be spending the rest of our family vacation completely naked.

Wisely, I took a different approach with my response. And because my time with Mary had given me plenty of practice, I was brimming with confidence. Standing up a little straighter and puffing out my chest, I channeled Frank.

"I apologize for the commotion, father. We didn't mean to cause a scene."

The man's eyes narrowed. He wasn't interested in apologies. He wanted an explanation for why this young woman was out here corrupting the innocence of his troop. Since a priest would be just the type to appreciate an appeal to a higher authority, I handed him the special passes that the employee had given us.

"We're just here to see and participate like everyone else and have every right to be here."

While he was reading the paperwork, I reached over and took the empty corn dog stick from Bea's hand - giving her a genial smile to acknowledge her job well done with lunch. Still shuffling her hot feet, the naked girl dropped her head in defeat. With the last of her resistance drained, she didn't even bother covering her privates again but just let her free hand hang at her side.

When he had finished reading the paperwork, the man glanced at Bea before politely averting his gaze lest he be accused of intruding on the young lady's privacy amid her difficult, unspecified condition.

With a sigh, he held it out the passes and said, "All right, just go."

With a stiff nod, I took the paperwork and led Bea past the line of scouts. Following the priest’s lead, they also tried to avert their gaze. But most couldn’t resist the temptation to turn their heads and marvel one last time at the naked girl as she passed. As we were walking into the building, I heard the man mutter to himself, "first the statues, and now this. God help us!"

[Freesub]

The dam is broken! Let the Bea nudity show flow!

[student]

Bea will soon learn that one naked girl gets everybody's attention, but multiple naked girls overwhelm the audience.

Fortunately for Frankie, Bea is too mortified to realize this and use it to her advantage.