Danny and the Girl Next Door Part 2
By David

Copyright 2011 by David, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 2

Hannah Wilson felt as if she was in a dream. Never in her wildest imagination did the thirteen year old ever think she'd see a naked boy, much less a cute naked boy like Daniel Gilbert. But there he was, laid out right there in front of her on that huge leather couch, his bare body looking so helpless, so vulnerable and – she blushed at the thought – so amazingly beautiful!

I can't believe this, she thought to herself. How did all this happen? I can't believe I'm here ... that he's here ... all naked and everything!

Daniel was so close she could hear him breathing and feel the warmth radiating from his naked body. As the red faced girl stared at the vision before her, she fought the urge to reach out and lay her hands on him.

I could do it, she said to herself. I could just run my hands all over his cute little body and he wouldn't be able to do a thing about it!

"Wow!"

Hannah looked over her shoulder. Her mother was in the kitchen talking on the phone, which meant she was all alone with the unconscious – and naked! – seventh grader.

The gawking girl stared at Daniel's penis, which lay limp and – like its owner – apparently sleeping, barely visible between his naked thighs.

"And what that feels like," she said with a naughty giggle.

This was the first penis Hannah had ever seen in real life, of course. Fascinated and thrilled, she moved in for a closer look. She was amazed at how fragile and how strange the fleshy appendage looked.

What the heck? She thought to herself. It looks like it's wearing a little helmet! I'd just love to touch him there, just to see what it feels like.

Snickering, the chubby girl reached out and placed her finger just inches from the shiny pink tip. She then pulled away as if she'd touched something hot.

"You big chicken," she fussed aloud to herself. "You big fat scaredy cat! You just passed up the chance of a lifetime. What a stupid idiot I am!"

Forcing her attention away from Daniel's privates, Hannah was struck by how sleek and curiously graceful the unconscious boy looked without any clothes. It wasn't at all what she expected. For one thing, without his jeans, polo shirt and basketball shoes he looked almost feminine, not quite how boys looked in television or in books and magazines. His belly was soft and round, his hips were wide and his legs were long and slender. She'd also noted with some envy that his bottom was round and ample, just like a girl's.

It's not fair, she pouted as she admired the curve of his waist and hips. I knew he was cute, but he's even more adorable naked! He's almost pretty!

Daniel stirred as he slept, his legs slightly parting, giving the wide-eyed girl a clear view of his privates and a portion of his bottom. Hannah sighed as she noticed how the mysterious penis had snuggled atop his exposed ball sack. She licked her lips and prayed the moment would never end.

This is crazy, she thought. Except for that ... those weird things between his legs, his whole body is prettier than mine! Even his butt looks better than mine!

"It's not fair, she whispered. "Not fair at all!

Above all else, Hannah was delighted to see that Daniel Gilbert didn't have any hair on his body anywhere. Except for the long silky locks that framed his slumbering face and a bit of fuzz on his arms, he was completely unblemished. There was nothing at all between his legs, and his armpits were smooth. His hairless state made him look so much younger than his twelve years. She double checked his penis and balls – for the umpteenth time since first seeing him – and, nope, he was just as bare and smooth down there as a newborn baby.

I kind of like that, she thought with a giggle. With no nasty old hair you can see everything ... and I mean everything!

"He's such a little cutie!" she said out loud.

Hannah turned her attention to the angelic face beneath the tousled dark blond locks. She smiled and sighed.

Those gorgeous eyes, those lush lips. I can't stand it! He looks so sweet, I just love watching him lay there. If he was mine I would just kiss him and hug him to death all day long every day of the week!

The pimply faced girl was having the greatest time just standing over the unconscious boy and doing nothing. Nothing had quite captured her attention like this in ... well, there's no telling when. Indeed, from the curve of Daniel's bare shoulders to his cherry-like nipples to the odd little worm sleeping peacefully between his naked thighs, there was so much to look at, so much to study. It was almost too much to take in all at once.

"Wow," she said, breathless and beaming. "This is so neat ...."

After a few minutes Hannah decided she couldn't stand it any longer. Her mother had been on the phone for way too long and she was getting impatient. Seeing how Daniel's arms were splayed carelessly across his chest and belly and one of his legs had slipped off the sofa, the impatient thirteen year old decided her comatose friend needed to be a bit more comfortable.

I don't see how anybody would mind me making a few adjustments ....

The huge girl stood over Daniel's naked body and gently grasped his wrists with her pudgy, sweaty hands. She then arranged his arms so that they were neatly at his side. This looked more orderly and – most important – gave her an uninterrupted view of the naked boy's privates as well as those odd little titties. She smiled as she allowed her fingers to brush his nipples, then his bare belly and hips.

"Oooo, his skin feels so nice," she whispered. "I like that!"

She made pretense of shifting his body around, which gave her an excuse to grab a long feel of his naked bottom. She avoided the temptation to pinch it.

"I'm so bad," she said with a hoarse, throaty voice. "Come on, you pretty little thing, you. Let's move your legs around so Hannah can see everything."

Her hand then trailed down along the lifeless child's smooth, girlish thighs. She straightened out his legs while she was at it, arranging them carefully to put his penis and balls on full display.

"That's much better," she said aloud to herself. "Much, much better."

Hannah stared at the defenseless genitals for a moment. Up until now she'd resisted the temptation to actually touch that part of him. But now it was time to give in.

"It's no big deal, right?" she whispered as she stroked the side of the limp organ.

To her surprise and delight, it twitched. It then slowly began moving, as though it was waking up.

"OMIGOD!" she squealed. "It's alive!"

Hannah licked her lips and slid her plump hand under the quivering penis and gently closed her fingers around it. It was warm and soft, not at all like she expected. She rubbed the little hat-like tip with her thumb. That triggered another reaction, one that she most definitely did not expect!

"It's standing straight up! How in the world does it do that?"

Indeed, the little penis was now erect, bobbing back and forth like an eager pet wanting attention from its owner. Hannah didn't know what to think.

"Did I do that?" she said aloud. "I ... I never thought ... wow! Now what do I do?"

The pimply faced girl shrugged, then began rubbing the tip again, tracing her thumbnail around the ridge of the shiny pink cap. In mere seconds the little penis doubled in size, far from the limp, noodle-like shape of a few minutes ago. It was now rigid, erect and alert and ready for ... something. A slight moan came from the unconscious boy's lips, but he wasn't ready just yet to awaken.

Hannah smiled. She never thought she'd be ready for something like this. It always seemed a little too creepy. But now, after a few moments of hands on experience, her opinion was changed. Being with a boy was actually fun. More important, she enjoyed the feeling of power and dominance over her naked prisoner.

"Wow!" she said as she backed away to admire her handiwork. "WOW!!!"

"Having fun, sweetie?" Mrs. Wilson asked.

The startled girl resisted the urge to jump. She took a deep breath and then slowly turned to see her mom grinning at her. Her face reddened one more shade darker as she realized she'd been caught copping a feel from the sleeping boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. I thought you were still on the phone. I was just ... you know, making sure Danny was all right ... I mean, as long as it's all right with you, I mean."

"Ew, Mom! That's gross!"

"Tell me about it," her mother said with a shake of the head. "I'm just warning you. It can be a mess if you're not careful."

Hannah blinked. She couldn't believe her mother was being so nonchalant. She'd expected to get yelled or worse. Instead, it was like everything was okay. Like this was a learning point, a bonding moment between mother and daughter, all while standing over a naked boy.

The chubby girl grinned and shrugged. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It just ... you know, kinda happened."

Her mother rolled her eyes. "Mmm-hmm. I could see that. So, is he?"

The plump girl frowned. "Is he what?"

Her mother laughed. "Is Danny all right? Hello? You said you were checking him out, which you did a very thorough job of, by the way, judging from his little hardon."

"Mother!"

"Mom!" the blushing girl exclaimed. "Ew! That's gross!"

"True. But that's a lot of fun, too."

Hannah stared at her mother. Then she busted out laughing when she realized she was just teasing. The happy girl really didn't mind. She imagined herself alone with the silent boy and a thermometer. The picture in her mind made her giggle. She glanced at her mother and rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Wilson sighed. "Oh, he'll recover. He just got the bejesus scared out of him, that's all. Then again, considering the circumstances, I suppose we shouldn't be surprised he fainted." She looked at her daughter and smiled. "You really like playing nurse, don't you, honey? Go ahead and play if you want. I won't say a word."

Hannah blushed. "No, that's all right."

"Oh, come one, sweetie. You sure you don't want to take his temperature? He sure has a cute butt!"

Despite her mother's presence, Hannah once again imagined herself pushing a thermometer in between Daniel's plump cheeks. Her face felt flushed and she started giggling again. She wondered what her mom might say if she took her up on her dare.

"I guess he does have a cute tushie, doesn't he?"

The beaming girl looked down at Daniel's limp hand in hers, then back up at her mother.

"You're right, though, Mom. I do like playing nurse ... doctor ... whatever. The thing is, well, I just never thought ... you know, that I'd ever get to see a naked boy, much less touch one."

Mrs. Wilson reached out and touched her daughter on the cheek.

"Or doctor?" Hannah said with a smirk.

"Yes ... nurse or doctor or veterinarian, or whatever you want to call it, as long as you like. Have all the fun you want. It's absolutely fine with me. Just don't break him."

"Break him?" Hannah frowned. "What's that mean? How could I break him?"

Her mother picked up a fashion magazine from the coffee table and shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he'll make a mess while you're playing nurse."

"Ew!!!" Hannah made a disgusted face. "I don't think so!"

"Mom! You're terrible!"

Hannah stole another glance at her naked "patient" and frowned. Daniel's penis, apparently still starving for attention, stood proudly above the little bag of balls. The amused girl had to laugh. Now was a good time to change the subject.

 Mrs. Wilson smiled at her daughter. "Why ask why, Hannah sweetie? Let's just say that we're ... we're kind of like babysitters. Little Danny has been a bad boy and Mrs. Gilbert is punishing him. And she asked if we'd like to help."

"Was that her on the phone? Does she know what happened? She doesn't mind if I'm here? Does she know that I saw ... that I can see him ... naked?"

"She knows all about it and, no, she doesn't mind you being here, honey. Actually, she's very happy you're here. I told her about Danny fainting and I even told her you were looking after him while I was on the phone. From the way she was talking I think she actually wants your help."

"My help? I get to help? With what?"

"Mmm-hmmm. With teaching your little naked boyfriend here a lesson. Is that something you think you want to do?"

Mrs. Wilson laughed. "You seem pretty eager. I didn't expect that."

"Sorry. I can't help it. It's just that this is so crazy exciting! I don't want any of it to end!"

"Good," Mrs. Wilson said sincerely. "I'm glad you're having fun. Just think of this as a little payback."

"Huh?"

Hannah's eyes went wide and her face also screwed up into a frown as dark as her mother's. She nodded.

"I don't like thinking about that," she said. Her voice grew angry just saying the words. "That wasn't much fun."

"Well, you know what they say about every dog having his day?"

The frowning teenager nodded again. She stared at the naked boy and thought about what her mother was driving at. "And so we're gonna be a couple of bitches?"

Mrs. Wilson blinked and shook her head. Then her mouth dropped. Then she began laughing, not the lilting musical laugh that everyone found so charming, but a rude, hee-haw guffaw that told everyone with earshot that she was truly and deeply moved by what she heard. Hannah grinned. She loved hearing her mother laugh like that and she even laughed a little herself.

"Oh, my god, Hannah!" the pretty woman sighed when she caught her breath. "You're terrible. You're almost as bad as I am!"

Mrs. Wilson grinned. "Actually, that's pretty much it. Bitch mom and bitch daughter, that's us. Yes, we're going to have our day. You know, this could be a lot of fun. And maybe a little educational. For both of us. Are you up for it?"

Hannah Wilson turned her fat, pimply face toward the dozing boy. Her eyes narrowed and the smile on her face took on a devilish curl.

"Yes ... yes, I am."

Mother and daughter both sat silently for several minutes and stared at Daniel Gilbert's unclothed body. Mrs. Wilson noticed that Hannah probably spent as much time looking at the sleeping boy's cherubic face as she did his penis. She found that curious and somewhat reassuring. Like her daughter, she found the naked shape before her fascinating. From those curious breasts to the curve of his hips and those impossibly long legs, it was as though she was looking at a rare and beautiful work of art. And it was all within her reach ....

Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat to speak. "I know we're just sitting here not doing much, but this is really a lot of fun."

Hannah nodded. "He's really pretty, isn't he, Mom? Funny how you never think of boys being pretty, but he sure is."

Hannah remained silent and wistful as she gazed at the naked twelve year old.

Mrs. Wilson reached out and stroked her daughter's hair, then caressed her cheek.

"You think you're having fun now? Well, you ain't seen nothing yet, sweetie. Just wait 'til he wakes up. Remember, Hannah, your little naked friend here owes us, and you and I are here to collect."

Hannah grinned and eagerly nodded her head. "Maybe we'll take his temperature after all. Wouldn't that be fun!"

"It sure would." Mrs. Wilson winked. "I think you should go for it"

The grinning girl nodded. "Maybe I will ...."

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Despite being next door neighbors and classmates throughout elementary school and now junior high school, Daniel Gilbert and Hannah Wilson were not friends. They weren't even friendly, despite Hannah's repeated overtures both at school and at home. Attractive and charming, Daniel traveled in a different circle of friends while Hannah had practically none. While the boy with the cupid's bow lips and long dark blond hair was certainly not the most popular boys in her class, but he was without question one of the cutest. Hannah had long liked him over the other more athletic boys she knew. His lack of machismo was more than balanced out by his adorable looks and coy manner. He wasn't too stuck up and he rarely teased her.

Still, teasing was teasing and while Daniel never started it, he was easily drawn in. More than once someone would make a farting noise and blame it on Hannah, and Daniel would laugh right along with everybody else. He laughed whenever the words "Hannah the Hippo" were whispered. He stood by and watched when her books were knocked out of her hands. And he smiled that time Jennifer McCarty wrote "fat pig" on her favorite sweater with lipstick.

(Hannah loved that sweater, by the way, but she had to throw it away before her mother found out. She was so ashamed, she never wanted her mom to know what the other kids thought of her.)

Hannah didn't blame Daniel for her woes. She was well aware that her looks and weight made her an outcast. The fact that she was older than the other kids in her class made her a target. She'd been held back a year due to an illness, but the general assumption that she was "slow." Her shyness and homely appearance didn't help matters.

Despite all she endured Hannah couldn't help but smile whenever she saw Daniel Gilbert. He was so attractive and he was never really directly mean to her. The few times he spoke to her, she was charmed by those luscious lips and the flutter of his long lashes. Never mind that all he said was, "'Scuse me" or "Coming through!" For Hannah that was good enough.

But then things took a turn for the worse during summer vacation. It all started when Mrs. Wilson made Hannah try on a two piece bathing suit. It was "just for fun," as her mother justified over and over again.

"You just turned thirteen, sweetie. You're a teenager! Teenagers are supposed to have fun and all teenaged girls need to have a bikini!"

"Not all teenaged girls," the chubby girl replied quietly. "Not girls like me."

Mrs. Wilson wouldn't take no for an answer. She pushed her daughter into at least trying on the offending garment. "Nobody's going to see you but me. It's no worse than trying on some pretty underwear."

Her mother was right. She had just as well be running around in her underwear, which for a girl of her size and build was not a good thing. Hannah was mortified to see herself in the horrid bikini. She could easily see that her body looked more like a beached whale or a beach ball than a bathing beauty. Still, her mom coaxed her out of the house and into the back yard where they'd set up a small wading pool, a radio and a cooler and some towels and lotion for sunbathing.

"Seriously, honey, you need to get out and catch some rays," Mrs. Wilson implored as she stepped into the pool and playfully splashed around. "You're as white as a ghost. And don't worry, nobody will see you. That's why we have a privacy fence. It's perfectly safe, I promise. See, I'll even take off my top to prove it to you!"

Hannah felt ill as she watched her mother undo her bathing suit top and step outside onto the back deck. For some reason she was offended, but not because her mom was ugly. Far from it. Her mother was a beautiful person and her body was surprisingly stunning considering her age. Hannah marveled at her mother's breasts, thinking that they looked better than anything she'd seen in a fashion magazine.

No, the teenager was mortified not because of her mother's lack of modesty, but because – of all things – she, Hannah Wilson, was jealous.

My mom is so gorgeous, it makes me sick, the pimply faced girl said over and over again in her mind. Why can't I look like that? What's wrong with me? Aren't I good enough?

Anyway, giving into her mother's powers of persuasion, Hannah found herself splashing around with her in the ridiculously small wading pool. It was a silly thing to do, but thanks to her mother it was more fun than she could have imagined. After a while she even warmed up enough to sun herself on a beach towel. Her mother – topless and immodest, of course – was at her charming and encouraging best, making the shy girl feel comfortable, loved and, yes, even pretty.

As she lay there soaking in the warm rays, Hannah felt pampered and spoiled. She giggled as her mom rubbed her with sun screen and served her iced lemonade with a slice of strawberry and a cute little umbrella. They sang to songs on the radio and told silly jokes. They even gossiped about men and boys, something the outcast girl rarely got to do. Hannah was surprised to hear her mother lament the lack of worthwhile men in her life and say that she doubted that she'd ever date again. Until that moment the shy girl thought she was the only one in the world that felt that way.

"Don't fool yourself, sweetie," her mother said with a bittersweet smile. "All women go through this. It doesn't matter what you look like or how nice you are or how much money you have, men – and boys – are a constant problem for us. You'll see for yourself as you get older. It's not just you, sweetie. All women – and girls – have man problems."

All in all, that weekend was life-changing for Hannah. She was glad her mother talked her into that bikini – even if she swore that no other living person on earth would ever see her in it! – and she would treasure the time they spent together. In fact, it would have been one of the best memories of her life... had it not been for a certain boy named Daniel Scott Gilbert.

It was barely a week into the school year that Hannah heard the rumors. Some boys in her class spread a story about seeing a woman sunbathing topless over the summer – in the nude, according to one version of the tale! – and they were quite graphic in their storytelling. Boys were always exaggerating about things like that, so she didn't pay any attention. But the rumor spread among the girls and then she heard her name mentioned. And that's when things hit the fan.

It turned out that Daniel Gilbert had seen Hannah and her mother during one of sunbathing sessions. Well, several times, in fact. Apparently one of the windows in the Gilbert house afforded a perfect angle for a sharp-eyed voyeur. Daniel shared his little secret with his friends and even invited at least a couple of other boys to see what he had seen. It was bad enough that they'd spied her mother with her top off, but the way they made it sound she was practically having sex with any and everything that moved, depending on which version of the story you heard.

The most painful part of the whole thing was how Hannah was portrayed in the gossip. In contrast to her mother's pinup girl description and fictional sexual exploits, the younger Wilson was described in less than flattering words: "tub of lard," "the blob in a bikini," "Moby Dick's girlfriend" and, of course, "Hannah the Hippo" were the most common. Uglier things too horrible for Hannah's ears were also said, tarnishing not just the young girl's self-image, but the perception she had held about the boy she once called "cute."

"I can't believe he said that!" she screamed into her pillow that night. "How could he do that to me? I liked him! He was always so nice to me and I liked him!"

As usual Hannah never told her mother about what happened. She didn't have to. Daniel's stepmother, Mrs. Gilbert, eventually found out and she made him come over and apologize to both Mrs. Wilson and Hannah for what he'd done. Mrs. Gilbert also made her repentant stepson mow their grass for the rest of the summer as punishment.

Rumor had it that Mrs. Gilbert had worn Daniel's bottom out with a leather belt, but that was never confirmed. Hannah thought there was some truth to that rumor. She knew from peeking through the windows and across the yard that Mrs. Gilbert spanked her stepson on a regular basis. That was one reason Hannah never said much of anything about what happened. She took solace in knowing that as badly as she was treated by others, her mother loved her and no one ever raised their hand against her.

In a way, despite the humiliation and alienation that Daniel caused with his spying and rumor-mongering, Hannah felt sorry for the boy. Just a little. And yet there were times when she did not feel sorry for him at all. Sometimes Hannah would watch from her bedroom window and just happen to get a glimpse of Mrs. Gilbert shaking her belt at her stepson. It sent a thrill through the young girl's heart when she would see him lower his head and weep like a little child. Every now and then she could hear yelling and crying coming from the Gilbert household. Her horror was offset by a sense of curiosity and she often wished she could see a twelve year old boy like Daniel Gilbert get spanked.

It was at those moments that Hannah Wilson would close her eyes and smile and for a little while all would be right with the world. She was the only one in the world who knew his shameful secret, and that was more powerful than any lies he might tell against her or her mother ....

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"Danny? Come on, open your eyes. We know you're awake. You can't fool us, little mister. Wakey, wakey ... time to get up and entertain your guests."

Daniel Gilbert heard the voices and slowly roused from his slumber, his mind reeling and his eyes unfocused. He felt funny all over, as though he was uncovered and exposed to the cool air conditioning. The feel of cold, hard leather against his bare skin triggered a memory and he realized he was lying on his parents' sofa. The smell of perfume and an unusually soft and warm pillow made him feel cozy and safe.

I must have fallen asleep, the drowsy boy thought to himself. I must have been taking a nap.

As he struggled to figure out what happened, Daniel realized someone was holding him by the hand and patting it. It was a pleasant feeling, warm and loving. He looked over expecting to see his mother or even his father.

Instead he got the shock of his life!
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It was Hannah Wilson, of all people!

"H- ... Hannah? Hannah ... Wilson? W- ... what are YOU doing here?!!!"

The befuddled twelve year old blinked his eyes, wishing to see something different when he opened them. Nope. It was true. His worst nightmare, come to life. There she was, just inches away, that homely, pimply faced girl, Hannah Wilson – "Hannah the Hippo" as his friends called her – staring at him with a dumb, bewildered expression. Her pudgy face broke out in a huge smile when he spoke and she tugged forcefully at his hand as he struggled to pull it away.

"Hello, Danny! Wow, you sure were funny a few minutes ago. That's the first time I ever saw somebody faint! Are you okay?"

"Faint?" Daniel blinked, then shook his head. "No ... what? What ... what's going on? What are you doing here?"

Hannah giggled. "I'm taking care of you, of course! Nurse Wilson, that's me. Or doctor, if that makes you feel better."

The panicky boy struggled to rise up but he was pushed back into a reclining position by a pair of very strong hands. He winced as sharp, manicured fingernails pressed into his bare shoulders, holding him down against his will. He looked up to see Mrs. Wilson's smiling face looking down at him. That's when he realized that his head was resting in her lap.

That was the least of his worries, of course. He suddenly remembered – OMIGOD, NO!!! – that he was totally and stark raving naked!

"Oh, crap!" he exclaimed.

Daniel looked down and saw his penis standing up, bobbing happily about. Why was it doing that? And now of all times???

"Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!"

The horrified boy moved to cover his modesty. To his dismay he was stopped almost immediately from hiding himself. Someone grabbed his wrist. He looked up to see the pretty woman smirking from above, her hand holding his arm firmly and tightly. He pulled his other hand but, of course, it was held captive by the grinning Hannah Wilson. He struggled for an instant, but neither mother nor daughter would let go. He looked at Hannah with tearful eyes. The fat girl's strength surprised and intimidated him.

"Please, let me go," he pleaded. "I ain't got no clothes on!"

"I know!' Hannah squealed. "Isn't it neat?"

"But I ain't got no clothes on!" he repeated.

He looked down at his erection and felt sick. This wasn't right. Nobody was supposed to see him like this.

"You look cute naked," Hannah interjected. "You actually look better now than you do with your clothes on!" Daniel shook his head and blinked again. He could not believe this! Hannah Wilson had seen – was seeing! – him naked? And his dick was sticking out??? How long had that been going on?

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Daniel struggled again, but to no avail. He was desperate to cover his privates, but it was not to be. He watched helplessly as the homely Hannah pulled his arm further away from his body, putting him in a painful arm lock that forced him to lie still. He took a deep breath and tried to think. It was hard with that ugly girl staring at him and giggling. He glanced over to see her stick her tongue out at him.

"Please, don't look at me!"

Clenching his legs together didn't do much good, either. It actually made things worse. He looked down. His erect penis was standing up even higher and his balls were pushed up above his thighs.

"No, please ...."

Daniel finally gave up, for the moment at least. He was trapped, held captive and put on display for this ugly girl and her smiling mother. Tired and confused, he laid back and tried to relax, which wasn't easy considering his predicament.

"Good boy," Hannah said, giggling. She then resumed patting and stroking his hand like it was a favorite pet. "Now, isn't this better?"

Daniel was livid! He felt stupid lying naked in front of these two females, but he they wouldn't let him cover himself or get up and leave. He didn't at all know what to do about it. The humiliated boy decided to take his complaint to the only adult in the room.

"Please, Mrs. Wilson, let me up," he pleaded. "You're not supposed ... I mean, Hannah isn't ... nobody's supposed ... to ... see ... me ... like this."

Daniel felt a cold chill down his spine as the adult woman looked him in the eye. The guilt of what he'd done the summer before hit him hard and heavy. The image of daughter and mother laying in the sun flashed in his memory. He quickly realized that this was payback not just for spying, but for lying.

He looked back up at Hannah's mother with tears burning his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whined.

The naked boy started hyperventilating as he realized this vindictive woman wasn't going to be any help. He decided to give it one more shot, desperately flipping over on his stomach to better conceal his privates. Between Mrs. Wilson and her daughter holding him down it didn't work out.

"Silly boy," the pretty woman cooed. "Didn't I just say for you to lie still? You need to take it easy for a few minutes. You don't want to faint again, do you?"

Daniel grunted his response and tried kicking his legs. Hannah reacted immediately, giving his hand to her mother and moving from her seat on the ottoman and sitting on his ankles. For a big girl she could move fast when she wanted. Daniel was amazed at her speed and strength. The more he struggled the worse it got. Pretty soon the ugly girl had his legs locked under her enormous weight. Her grip forced his thighs to spread apart, leaving him feeling extremely vulnerable.

"Let me up! You're hurting me! LET ME UP!!!"

"Oh, she is not hurting you," Mrs. Wilson said, laughing. "Don't be such a big baby."

Daniel rocked his hips as hard as he could. He couldn't move an inch under the fat girl's weight. If anything his struggle made his situation worse. He looked down his body and saw his penis bobbing ridiculously left to right, right to left as he wriggled about. It would have been funny to watch if it had anybody else.

"Please let me up," he whined pathetically.

"Let ... me ... UP!"

His struggling only made him tired. Through his tears he saw that the ugly girl grinning at him. She had a clear view of everything he had and she was enjoying it. He became especially alarmed to see her hands were on his knees, just inches away from his penis and balls!

"Nooooooo ... please ...."

He gave it one more grunt, but it was useless. Still off his balance from his earlier fainting spell, he felt far too weak to fight for his modesty, much less his freedom. And so he just laid there, exposed and defenseless against the two females who lorded over him.

"What ... what are you going to do to me? You ... you can't keep me like this!"

Mrs. Wilson giggled. "We're not keeping you from anything, Danny boy. We just happened to stop by and visit and make sure you were following your mother's orders. You were the one running around the house in his birthday suit, doing your chores so happy and content. We don't want to interfere or anything."

"You're not supposed to be here! You're not supposed to see me! You're being mean to me!"

"Hey, we were invited. Remember, you're the one who got all excited and put up a fight. We're just trying to help you calm down. Isn't that right, Hannah?"

Daniel turned to look at the dreadful girl sitting on his legs. He blanched to see her grubby hands so near his unprotected privates. Oddly enough, she wasn't looking down there. Instead, she stared him straight in the eyes, a gleam of cruelty, a spark of revenge in her eyes. She started to say something, but all that came out was a burst of idiotic giggling.

Mrs. Wilson joined in the laughter, her voice true merriment in contrast to the snide gloating grunts that came from her daughter.

"See? Hannah's laughing and I'm laughing. Why aren't you laughing? You silly, silly boy. You were running around naked when we got here, just as happy as could be. Then you got all upset and fussy. You should be laughing, too. There's no reason to cry, you sweet little thing, you. No reason at all."

Hannah suddenly spoke up. "Um, Mom, I can make him laugh if that's what you want. I bet he's ticklish. Want me to find out?"

Daniel frowned as he tried to figure out what she was saying. "Huh? What?"

The panicked boy looked down across his naked body at the grinning Hannah. He watched with alarm as she wriggled her fingers at him. She then reached around behind her back. That's when he felt her pinching and caressing the tips of his toes.

"No, wait ... don't do that!" he cried. "Please, don't!"

"I think we have a winner!" Mrs. Wilson shouted. "I think our little naked Danny is ticklish!"

The irritating sensation of light, caressing fingertips across his toes signaled a spasm of fright that the seventh grade boy hadn't felt in a long, long time.

"No, not my feet!" the naked boy cried. "Please, Hannah, not my feet! NOT MY FEET!!!!"

"Oh, goody!" Mrs. Wilson nodded. "Go for it, sweetie. We want Danny to be happy, too, don't we? We want him to laugh. Show us what you can do!"

Daniel Gilbert tried to kick his legs loose, but it was no good. Hannah still had them trapped and she was going at his feet with gusto. The sprinkle of tiny fingertips lingered over the pads of his toe for another minute or so, then they traveled down along the ball of his foot ... and then under the tender arch. Daniel shook and twisted as his body lost control and shuddered involuntarily. He hadn't been tickled in a long time, and certainly not under such stressful circumstances.

"Noooo ... hahahahahhahaha ... don't ... NOOOO ... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Please, stop it!!! STOP IT!!!!"

"Stop what?" the pretty woman asked, her face looking down at him. "Stop pretty little naked Danny from having fun? I don't think so. Here, Hannah, let your ugly old mama give you a hand."

Daniel wanted to cry as the pretty woman easily pulled his arms together and held them back with one hand. He watched in horror as she held her free hand over his face, wiggling the fingers like a spider descending from its web.

"Tickle tickle tickle. Here comes the tickling tickler!"

The naked boy squealed as the dreadful hand suddenly dropped down on his shoulder and burrowed under his chin and tickled his neck. He tried to squeeze out the offending creature, only to find that it scampered down his chest and tweaked his nipples, first one, then the other. Before he could react, the wriggling fingers slipped over to his exposed underarm and danced and skipped about, triggering an involuntary series of squealing, hollering and giggling.

"NOOOO!!!! PLEEHEHEHHEHEHEEEEEES!!!! STOP IT!!! STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!!!"

This went on for some time, wearing Daniel down until he was exhausted. First Hannah would tickle his feet, then her mother would pinch his nipples and get his under the arms, then they would assault him in concert, rendering him faint and weak. Every now and then there was a momentary pause in the action, just long enough for him to catch his breath. As he rested he found himself alternately giggling and sobbing between breaths. It was as though his body was confused as to what to do, so it did both.

"I think somebody is having a good time," Mrs. Wilson cooed sweetly. "I think someone likes having pretty girls tickle his naked body. I think naked Danny is having too much fun! What do you think, Hannah, sweetie?"

Daniel looked down at the ugly girl sitting on his legs. Her face beamed with delight, her toothy smile making her look ravenous for more. He blanched to see she was staring at his penis. Despite all his fears and anxiety, it was still sticking straight up, awake and ready to play.

"Oh, somebody likes being the center of attention, all right," the ugly fat girl said sarcastically. "A lot more than they pretend if you ask me!"

Hannah grinned as she followed his eyes. She wriggled her fingers over the erect penis and laughed.

"No! Hannah, please don't! Please? Don't touch me there!"

"Kitchy kitchy koo!" the laughing fat girl sang.

Daniel looked back up at Mrs. Wilson. For the first time since this nightmare began he saw something else in her face other than happiness and joy. For just an instant he detected a white hot spark of meanness. An element of anger that he hadn't seen before. It really scared him.

And then, as quickly as it appeared, the look of anger disappeared, replaced by a grin not unlike that on the face of the ugly girl at his feet. A playful, chirping Mrs. Wilson nodded toward his erection and raised an eyebrow.

"And here I thought you didn't like being naked and getting tickled. Your little lie detector tells a different story, doesn't it? Hmm? Hmmm?"

"I ... I can't ... help it," the mortified boy whimpered.

"Well, don't you worry a bit, you pretty thing. Your little worm is just letting us all know how much fun you're having. And we're going to have a lot more fun. You and me and my lovely little Hannah. You're going to have so much fun, you won't be able to stand it! Yes you are! Oh, yes you are!"

Daniel squealed as another tickling assault hit him hard and deep under his arms. Hannah resumed her attack as well, this time probing in between his parted thighs and his knees. He panicked as something pinched his ball sack. Then it grabbed the tip of his penis and for a minute wouldn't let go.

"NOT DOWN THERE!!! NOT DOWN THERE!!!" the terrified boy screamed. "OH, PLEASE DON'T ... NOT DOWN THERE!!!"

The pinching and the tickling didn't stop right away, of course. His legs, his sides, his belly, between his legs and under his arms ... wherever he was sensitive the curious fingers dug in and tormented him to the point of tears. It went on and on until everyone was laughing hysterically. The naked Daniel snorted and laughed and cried out under the assault, while Hanna Wilson and her mother were having the time of their lives.

"Tickle tickle tickle," Mrs. Wilson sang as she pinched and caressed the poor boy's nipples and under his arms. She paused only long enough to pull on his ears and tug at his dark blond hair. Once that got him distracted she went right back to tormenting him in his more sensitive spots.

"NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO .... PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEESE ... DON'T ... STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!" he cried out.

"You heard him, Mom," Hannah shouted gleefully. "He said don't stop!"

Daniel glared at her and then laughed as another barrage of poking and pinching.

"Silly boy," the pretty woman cooed. "So you don't want us to NOT stop? Is that what you want? Tickle tickle tickle ...."

Daniel lost track of how long this all went on. His naked body was overloaded with sensations, fingers touching him everywhere, hands and legs holding him immobile, his bare skin rubbing against the leather sofa. It was too much for him to handle. Defeated and contrite, he finally gave in and just absorbed the torment as best he could, not fighting back but just lying there and laughing and squealing like a little girl until his face was red and he was weak from oxygen deprivation.

"You can't tell me you're not having fun," Mrs. Wilson repeated over and over, again and again. "It's not every day when a boy gets to be naked and get tickled by a pair of pretty girls. Tell us you're having fun. Come on, pretty boy, say it! Say you're having fun! Say it!"

"Do you like it? Hmm? Do you like it? Say you like it. Come on, pretty boy, tell us how much you like it!"

"I LIKE IT! I LIKE IT! OH MY GOSH!!! I LIKE IT I LIKE IT LIKE IT LIKE IT LIKE IT!!!!!"

After what seemed like an eternity Hannah and her mother finally stopped. The exhausted twelve year old felt relief as he caught his breath and rested. There was nothing else for him to do trapped under the big girl's weight.

"We're not done, are we?" Hannah sounded like a little girl deprived of her favorite toy. "I was having fun."

"No, sweetie, we're not done with him yet," Mrs. Wilson assured her daughter. "The weekend is just starting. We're just taking a break."

The plump, red-faced girl nodded. She was out of breath herself, but she was eager to prolong the joy she felt.

"Promise?" she asked with a smile.

Mrs. Wilson responded with a wink. "I promise."

Breathless and fatigued, Daniel watched quietly as the pretty woman excused herself to go to the bathroom. He didn't say a word. Hannah was obviously in charge and he was hesitant to even talk to her, much less make her mad. She remained seated on the naked boy's legs and enjoyed the view she had of his exposed body. Not surprisingly, she stared at his privates while they waited.

"Here, let's move your legs a bit," the ugly girl said with a grin.

Daniel felt a wave of panic as his thighs were spread apart and locked into play. He couldn't believe it when he realized that his captor had just arranged it so she could practically see everything that was normally covered by his pants. No one had seen him like that since, well, he supposed since he was a baby.

"I don't think so," Hannah said with a smirk. "You're fine right where you are, little mister. You just stay right here where I can see you." She giggled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Yeah, right where I can see you ...."

Daniel Gilbert felt so foolish as he laid there and let his captor stare at him. Looking down at her meant having to see his erect penis. It looked so silly, so ridiculous, bobbing back and forth. His eyes went from it to the gleaming eyes of the ugly fat girl.

"I don't know how you guys live with those things," she said with a bucktoothed grin. "The way it grows and shrinks like that is so weird. It's like it has a mind of its own."

The exhausted boy shrugged and blinked. "I can't help it. I promise. It just does that."

Hannah Wilson reached out and gave the little pink tip of the quivering organ a flick with her finger. Daniel winced and bit his lip. His penis, however, reacted by growing ever tighter and more erect.

"Wow, that is so cool," the pimply faced girl whispered. "The girls aren't going to believe this!"

The naked boy's eyes grew wide with fear. "Girls ... what girls???"

The fat girl shrugged. "Oh, you know, my friends Samantha and Edith."

"Who are they? You're not going to tell them about all this, are you?"

Hannah shrugged. "I don't know. I might."

Daniel shrugged. "Do they go to our school? Please say they don't!"

Daniel frowned, then shook his head. "I can't say that I ...."

Hannah's eyes narrowed. "You don't know who they are, do you? You don't have a clue, do you?"

Still at a loss, the naked boy slowly began nodding his head. He realized his blunder. "Oh, Sandra and ... Edith? Oh, sure, I think I know who you're ...."

"Oh, just shut up! It's not 'Sandra,' it's Samantha! You snob! You arrogant idiot! You and your gang of bullies and brats! You're not the only one who has friends, you know! I have friends, too! Good friends, too, not just some stupid pretty faces that think they have the right to push other people around."

Daniel bit his lip and took deep breath. "Why are you mad at me? I didn't do anything!"

"Oh, no, you just spread the nastiest rumors you can about my mom and make my life miserable! You just wait, naked boy! I'm gonna get you for all that!"

Daniel paused and bit his lip again. Hearing her bring up the incident from last summer scared him. If he'd been worried before, now things were getting creepy. He didn't want to make his captor anymore mad than she already was.

"Hannah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything, I promise. I didn't mean to ...."

"You didn't mean? Well, you were mean! And this is what you get!"

"I ... oh ... oh, please, please, Hannah, don't tell your friends about this! Please, don't tell anybody about this! I'll do anything! I promise, anything!"

It got quiet all of a sudden. Daniel felt sick. He was so frightened and ashamed. The naked twelve year old couldn't look Hannah in the eyes. This conversation was almost as humiliating as the tickling he just endured. He wanted to get up and go to his room. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted something to wear! But none of that was going to happen, apparently. He just laid there and waited, his eyes burning with salty tears and his nose all runny. He wiped his face on his bare shoulder and sniffed back his tears.

"I'm sorry ...."

"Are you ready to get back to work?" an adult voice suddenly asked.

Daniel looked over to see Mrs. Wilson watching from the hallway. He sniffed back a tear and blinked.

"W- work?"

"Yes, work. You've got your chores, young man, remember? You've had a little nap, you got to play and have a little fun. Now it's time to get back to work!"

Daniel sighed. In all the chaos he'd forgotten his responsiblilties. Surely nobody expected him to do chores after all he'd just been through. He wanted to go to bed and sleep for a hundred years.

"Do I have to?"

Mrs. Wilson laughed. "Yes, you have to! Unless you want to tell your mother you decided disobey her."

Daniel felt sick. "She's not my mother," he muttered.

"Come on, Hannah, let your little boyfriend get back to his chores. He'll get in big trouble if he doesn't get them all done in time."

Daniel felt relief as the big girl climbed off his legs. He turned his body around and sat up. His whole body tingled and he felt tired and dizzy, too weak to run off. Besides, where would he go, anyway? He looked up to see the bright red lipstick smile of his neighbor, Mrs. Wilson, shining down on him. Her lips parted to reveal a set of perfect white teeth. She was so beautiful he found himself in awe.

In contrast to that lovely vision was the homely girl standing at his side. Taking his hand tightly in hers, Hannah Wilson grinned a bucktoothed grin and giggled.

"Come on, slave boy. You have housework to do."

Daniel slowly stood with the help of the big girl. "Slave boy?"

Hannah grinned. "Well, that's what you are, isn't it? A naked slave boy? That's what you sure look like!"

Slave boy? The very words sent a shiver down Daniel's bare spine. He looked downward and he saw his bare body, pale and soft and vulnerable. He pressed his thighs together, but instead of hiding his erect penis, it got trapped in plain view of his captors. He turned away, burying his head in his hands.

I don't want to be a slave boy, he lamented silently. I can't be a slave boy! I can't let them do this to me! I wish my dad was here.

He wiped his eyes.

"Maybe if Delores came home they'd go away...." his whispered to himself.

* * *

Daniel's stepmother wouldn't be back for another hour. While he reluctantly resumed his chores, Mrs. Wilson and Hannah made themselves right at home. Rather, Mrs. Wilson made herself at home on the sofa while Hannah supervised the naked boy as he struggled to complete his housework. She thumbed through several fashion magazines and listened as her daughter nagged poor Daniel unrelentingly. If it had been any other child she would have felt badly. But this was different. Hannah deserved this.

"Lord knows that girl needed a victory," she said to herself. "Sorry about your luck, Danny boy."

A thought flashed through her mind and she laughed. "I mean, slave boy!"

After a while the nagging diminished and with the exception of footsteps going back and forth upstairs, the house was quiet.

Mrs. Wilson looked up from her reading. "How's it going, Hannah? Is our darling little slave boy behaving himself?"

"It's going fine, Mom," her daughter replied. "He's got the bathrooms done and is making the beds. Should he start on the laundry or do you want him to wait and do that later?"

"Whatever you think, sweetie. You're in charge. Make a decision and make it happen."

"I don't know. Laundry's kinda boring." There was a long pause, then. "He still hasn't taken out the trash."

Mrs. Wilson smiled. She thumbed through her magazine and waited.

"Mom? I said he still hasn't taken out the trash."

"I heard you, sweetie. You're the boss. If that's on the list, what do you think you should do?"

There was that long silence again. Then there were footsteps. The pretty woman looked up to see her daughter standing in the hallway.

Mrs. Wilson shrugged. "I don't see why not. His mother wouldn't have put it on the list if she didn't want it done, right?"

The excited teenager nodded. "What if somebody sees him? I mean ...."

Her mother smiled and winked. "That's not your problem, is it, sweetie? Do what you want, but if it was me ...."

She looked up to see her daughter clapping her hands and giggling like a little child.

"This is gonna be great! Thanks, Mommy! This is the best day ever!"

Mrs. Wilson looked back down at her magazine.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, sweetie-pie," she said to no one in particular. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

* * *

Daniel Oliver stood at the back door, a sense of dread looming over him. He held a bag of trash in one hand and the tall kitchen can in the other. The cool metal of the heavy can pressed against his bare hip, reminding him of his nakedness. He looked down to see his unclothed body below, so pale and soft and feeble. He tried pressing his thighs together to hide his now-limp penis, but once again that proved a useless move.

"At least you've calmed down," he said under his breath. "Stupid dick!"

He glanced behind him. Thirteen year old Hannah Wilson stood within arm's reach, her excited breath loud and obnoxious, a hideous, snarling grin plastered on her stupid face.

"Go on, don't be a scaredy cat. You've got to do it. You know you're going to do it. So why are you waiting?"

The nude boy looked up and smiled unconvincingly. The ugly girl wasn't much taller than he was, but her immense bulk made him feel small and weak compared. It was as though he was a little child in comparison. For some reason he was compelled to make her happy. It might have been fear, it might have been guilt. Whichever the case, he had become her slave and he would do as she said, whether he liked it or not.

"Please, Hannah. Don't be like that. This is hard enough as it is."

"Don't be like what, slave boy?" Hannah giggled. "That's right, I said slave boy. Don't look at me like that! You've got chores to do. I'm just watching and helping, so don't worry about what I'm doing. You just do what you're supposed to do and don't worry about me, slave boy."

Daniel sighed. He was screwed. He didn't want to go outside in his birthday suit, but he knew he had to do it. He took a deep breath and then let it out.

"Are you coming with me? If you do, please don't do anything stupid. Don't make any noise or say anything. I don't want anybody else to see me like this."

Hannah shrugged. "What are you worried about? Mom and I are your nearest neighbors and we're already here. Mrs. Woodford next door is too old to care. Nobody from the street can see back here and there's nothing but the woods behind us. Don't be a baby."

The naked boy smiled weakly. "I can't help it. This is scary."

"Okay. Good." Daniel nodded. "Uh, you won't mess with the door, either, right? Please don't. It's not funny if you do."

"Would you get this over with already?" The pimply-faced girl rolled her eyes. "Geez, you're such a crybaby! Get on with it!"

Daniel knew the instant that he stepped out the back door what she'd done. He heard the click of the latch, then the sliding of the bolt. He wasn't even off the porch and that ugly, fat cow had locked him out!

"Hannah, please open the door! Please, don't do this ... please?"

Hannah Wilson put her face up to the glass and grinned. "Keep your voice down, stupid! What are you trying to do, wake the neighbors?"

Daniel sighed. There was no use arguing. She expected him to argue and she probably wanted. He just wanted to put on his clothes and be left alone.

"Fine. Have your little joke. I hope you learn what this feels like one day! You'll be sorry then!"

"Oh, I already know, thanks to you and your big mouth, Danny Gilbert!" A fierce scowl made the fat girl's face looked even uglier, if that was possible. "You're such a whiner and a coward. You caused me and my mom a lot of grief, so don't complain to me!"

"See? That's what I'm talking about! It was bad enough that you made fun of me. But you spied on my mom and told everybody all those horrible things, stuff that wasn't true. You hurt us ... you hurt her."

"But those ... those were just words. I didn't actually DO anything!"

Hannah gritted her teeth. "There you go again. You just don't get it. Well, boo-hoo for you! After what you did I ought to call all your friends over here and let them see you running around in your birthday suit. Let's see how you like that, slave boy!"

 The plump girl shook her head. "Oh, don't worry. I won't. I could ... and I probably should. But I won't. That's something you'd do, or one of your stupid idiot friends would do. But I won't. I'm not that mean."

The naked boy was on the verge of crying. "Please, don't. I'm sorry. I really am sorry."

"Oh, stop it! I can't believe you're crying just because we get to see you in your birthday suit. You are such a pathetic little sissy!"

Daniel turned away and walked toward the garage. He tried not to cry as he walked away from the house. It felt so strange, so weird to be naked outside like that, walking barefoot on concrete steps, on dew-damp grass and on gravel in the driveway. He felt weak and helpless as he picked up the cold metal lid and deposited the bags of garbage in the huge can. He looked around. With his house on one side, the Wilson house on other and the garage behind him, he felt extremely exposed and defenseless.

"Ugh! If anybody shows up I'm doomed," he muttered. "I don't like being outside like this. This is too scary for me!"

With his task done he walked back to the kitchen door. He banged his shin against the kitchen trash can more than once, adding to his humiliation.

I'll be glad when this is all over, he thought silently. This isn't any fun at all.

Hannah was nowhere in sight. The door was still locked, of course. Sighing loudly, he knocked.

"Go around front," a feminine voice called from somewhere in the house.

Daniel frowned. Was she crazy? He wasn't going to go around to the front of the house. Not naked, he wasn't!

"Come on, Hannah! Let me in! I can't go around front like this and you know it! Let me in right now!"

For several minutes he knocked and he begged and he cried. Nothing happened except his knuckles got sore and he was a frustrated mess. Nobody was answering the door and he couldn't see anybody through the window. He wasn't even sure if Hannah and her mother were even in the house.

He thought about what he should do next. It was simple. Hannah and her mother were in charge and he wasn't. He had to do what he was told. He just didn't want to admit it. Even if it was embarrassing and stupid, he had to do whatever they said. He had no other choice.

"Oh, crap," Daniel Gilbert said as he headed around to the front of the house. He shivered as the cool evening air raised goose bumps all over his naked body. "I just hope nobody else sees me ...."

To be continued...