Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting

Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 2

By David

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Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David

Chapter Two – The Reluctant Babysitter

“A babysitter? Who, me? Aw, Mom ... you can’t be serious!”

Thirteen year old Jeffrey Walton looked through his oversized horn-rimmed glasses at his mother in disbelief. She had just proposed the most outrageous thing: that he take on a job babysitting for one of her lady friends. Babysitting? Was she kidding him? I mean, really ... BABYSITTING???!!! Boys didn’t babysit! Everybody knew that ... saying otherwise was just crazy talk! If his mom claimed she’d been abducted by aliens on the way home from work he would have less surprised. The bewildered boy crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“Thanks, Mom, but no thanks. I think I’ll pass.”

Marie Walton clucked her tongue and laughed. Jeffrey looked so adorable when he was frustrated; he was so sensitive, it didn’t take much to make his watery blue eyes go wide and glisten behind his thick lenses as if he was about to cry. She especially loved seeing his cheeks and throat get all blotchy and his full, cupid’s bow lips go into the cutest pout. He was so pretty when he pouted, he almost looked like a girl; ironically, whenever she mentioned this little fact he’d get even more upset, which only added to the drama ... and her enjoyment.

The smiling woman reached out to console her son, caressing the side of his neck with a soft, motherly touch. Though she was hesitant to admit it out loud, she enjoyed teasing him just enough to see him fret.

I am so bad, Marie thought to herself. But I can’t help myself. He’s such a delicate flower ... especially compared to his bastard father. So sensitive, so precious ... so easy to upset. I just love it when he gets all dramatic!

“Oh, you’re going to be a babysitter, little mister. It’s not like you have anything else to do. This will get you off your butt and out of the house for a change. The responsibility would do you some good. And most important, we could use the money.”

“But Moooooom ... babysitting? I can’t do that! The guys will all laugh at me!”

“What guys?” His mother raised a querulous eyebrow. “It’s not like you have a lot of friends, much less anyone EVER coming over to visit. No, you need something to do in your spare time and like I said, we need the money. If you’re worried about ‘the guys,’ then just don’t tell them about it.”

“But Moooooom ....”

“Not another word! You need to start pulling your weight around here. You’re always talking about how you can’t wait to grow up ... well, welcome to the real world, little mister!”

Jeffrey pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed. “But Mom ... a babysitter?”

“What’s wrong with babysitting?” Marie teased. “It’s a perfectly good way to make some easy money. All you have to do is sit with some very nice children and make sure they don’t get into any trouble. Then the nice lady gives you money. How difficult is that?”

“But Mom,” the blushing teenager repeated. “A BABYSITTER?”

“Do you have any other jobs lined up? Hmm? Do you have a pot of gold under your bed that I don’t know about? Hmmm?”

“No ma’am.”

“Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know. How are you going to pay for your comic books and board games and all of that other stuff you like?”

Jeffrey shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.”

“Well, I do.” Marie tapped her son on his nose with her fingertip. “Congratulations. You’re a babysitter.”

There was a pause in the conversation, followed by a loud sigh. “Yes ma’am. I understand.”

“That’s better.” The smiling woman kissed her son on his forehead and gave him an affectionate hug. She then ran her fingers through his long blond hair, brushing it from over his eyes, and giggled in a way that sounded more like a mischievous young girl than a concerned mother.

“Who knows? You might be really good at this. You might even have fun!”

Jeffrey rolled his eyes. “I seriously doubt that.”

And so it was that our young hero found himself babysitting the three youngest Martin girls. Mrs. Judith Martin was an old friend of his mother’s – they went to college or something together a long time ago – and was the wife of a soldier who died in the war. She had a lot of money, evident from the big house and nice cars, along with three girls living at home, Anita, Rita Ann and Tina May. A fourth daughter, eighteen year old Evie, had just begun college and only came home on weekends. From what Jeffrey gathered, Evie used to babysit the younger girls when she was still at home, but now that she was gone most of the time Mrs. Martin needed help.

That’s where Jeffrey came in. Having just turned thirteen, he was the perfect candidate for a babysitting job, or so thought his mother and her friend. A bit of a bookworm and a definite introvert, the quiet eighth grader had very few friends and he shunned after school activities; a failed attempt at basketball tryouts had soured him on sports and the occasional bullying by some of the rougher boys reinforced his bashful, bookish ways.

Jeffrey’s first day as a babysitter wasn’t too bad, though it started out a little rough. He arrived at the Martin home on Monday afternoon and found the three girls already in a fight over the television. He knew from school that girls could be loud and obnoxious, and these three were proof of that! As a novice babysitter, he had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation. He tried reasoning with them, but that didn’t work. He even resorted to begging and pleading for them to calm down, which was a mistake.

“C’mon, you guys, please stop fighting,” he cried desperately. “You’re supposed to be doing your homework.

“You can’t tell us what to do!” shouted eleven year old Anita. “You’re not our mom! You’re just some dumb old boy!”

“Yeah, you’re just some dumb old boy!” the twins repeated in chorus. They had a weird habit of talking like that, which Jeffrey found both fascinating and annoying. “You’re not our mom! And you’re not the boss of us!”

“I am too the boss!” the flustered boy argued. “I’m your babysitter! That makes me the boss!”

“We’re not babies!” countered Anita. “You’re the baby! If you ask me, we ought to be babysitting you!”

Rita and Tina giggled like a pair of little – but cute – hyenas. “Yeah, you’re the baby! We ought to be babysitting you!” they echoed with glee.

One of the twins suddenly grabbed Jeffrey’s glasses from his face and ran to the other side of the room. Putting the oversized spectacles over her own eyes, she blinked and squinted and made the most awful fuss.

“Omigosh, Jeffrey!” Rita – or was it Tina? – cried out. “How do you see out of these things? Are you blind or something?”

“Hey! Gimme those back!” the frustrated boy cried. He got up from the sofa and moved toward the giggling girl. “I need those ... they’re expensive ....”

The truth was, Jeffrey could see with no glasses, but just barely. Everything was fuzzy and disorienting without them, and he felt lost if he didn’t have them on his head. Needless to say, it irritated the snot out of him that the girls figured out his weakness so soon in their relationship. He was having enough trouble with them as it was.

Of course, there was the obligatory game of “Keep Away” with the glasses with Jeffrey being “it.” He hated being “it,” almost as bad as he hated not having his glasses. He did his best to snatch them from the air as the girls tossed them back and forth to one another, but between not being able to see and the Martin sisters’ speed and enthusiasm, it was a losing battle.

“Dang it, you little brats! Gimme back my glasses! You’re gonna get in so much trouble ....”

Only after he threatened to call Mrs. Martin at work did the girls relinquish his spectacles and quiet down, for a while a least. The good news was they seemed a little more calm after playing “keep away”; Jeffrey quickly figured that they need to let off some steam, so he didn’t make much of a fuss over their antics.

Mrs. Martin insisted that the girls do their homework before watching television or playing, but Jeffrey had another idea. Perhaps he could win them over with some bribery. Instead of making them do their lessons, he suggested that they play some board games, which was something he excelled at. That worked out brilliantly, though there was some argument over who got to pair up with whom.

“I’m on Jeffrey’s team!” insisted Anita. “I’m the oldest, so I get to be with Jeffrey!”

“That’s not fair!” argued Rita. “Just because you’re older doesn’t mean you get your way. We want to be on his team!”

“Yeah!” yelled Tina. “We wanna be on Jeffrey’s team!”

Jeffrey suddenly found himself to be the target of three pairs of mischievous eyes and the center of a constant stream of girlish giggles and whispers. At first he thought the three sisters were making fun of him, but as the afternoon progressed it seemed that they actually liked him. Well, that’s what it seemed like, anyway. There was actually a bit of competition between them over him, which was not something he was used to; not only did they argue over who got to sit next to him at the table but they even fussed over who got to refresh his drink!

“Okay, okay, everybody slow down!” The bewildered boy brushed his long dark blond hair from his face and pushed his glasses up his nose. “How about this ... let’s take turns. You can all be on my team, but one at a time. And you can all get me something to drink, but again, one at a time.”

There was a brief disagreement about who would go first, but Jeffrey solved that by declaring that the girls go in alphabetical order, which also turned out to be oldest first. To quell any further infighting he simplified the game’s rules so each round was short and everyone would get to take multiple turns as his partner. The only down side to the arrangements was that he found himself taking in an awful lot of soft drinks due to the girls’ insistence on refilling his glass whenever they changed partners.

“Come on, Jeffrey!” cried the twins. “We wanna get you another drink. PUH-LEEEEEEASSSE hurry up and finish your pop so we can get you another drink! PUH-LEEEEEEESSSSSE????”

All of this feminine attention was not at all unwelcome; Jeffrey found it quite flattering, as a matter of fact. Except for his mother and her friends, he wasn’t used to being around girls very much; and while the Martin girls were too young for him, he couldn’t help but see that they were all as pretty as they were smart. Anita was technically only a couple of years younger than he was, but she was almost as tall, which he found somewhat daunting, especially when she stood in front of him and looked him in the eye ... which she did quite often. It was obvious she was going to be beautiful when she grew up, which added to the intimidation factor. Slender with long red hair and sparkling blue eyes, she was already starting to blossom as evidenced by her budding breasts and round bottom; the blushing boy was especially fascinated by how her pointed nipples poked through her tight t-shirt or her shorts made a crease up against her privates, though he did his best not to stare. Well, not too much, anyway.

The younger girls, Rita Ann and Tina May, were miniature versions of their older sister, red-headed, freckled faced and as cute as they could be. Adorable at first glance, they turned out to be the biggest brats in the Martin household; they were energetic beyond belief, quick to get into fights and they constantly picked on one another. They also loved teasing Jeffrey, especially when it came to keeping their names straight. The only time they cooperated was when they switched identities, making it impossible to tell who was who. The reluctant babysitter found that extremely irritating. He finally gave up trying to tell them apart and just referred to the pair as “Rita-Tina,” or alternately, “Tina-Rita.”

The worst thing that happened that day was how many times Jeffrey had to go pee. Because of the girls’ annoying insistence on refilling his drink each round during the board game, the poor boy’s bladder was pushed to its limits and he had to go relieve himself so many times he lost track. To make things even more awkward, those silly girls would follow him to the bathroom and camp outside while he did his business.

“Whatcha doin’ Jeffrey?” a giggly whisper would come from just outside the bathroom door. “You gotta go pee-pee?”

“Or are you poopin’?” squealed a second voice. A chorus of crazy, girlish laughter would ensue, followed by endless whispers and giggles.

Alas, this would go on the entire time Jeffrey was in the bathroom. He could see shadows at the bottom of the door as the sisters crowded together, no doubt pressing their ears against the thin wood, doing their best to hear everything he was doing. It got really ridiculous when little fingers slid under the door, their pink-painted tips flashing playfully. The poor lad felt really uncomfortable standing in front of the toilet and trying to let his body do what came naturally with a trio of nosey brats just a few feet away; and when he finally did get to go, the splashing in the toilet caused the three sisters to laugh so loud it was just plain embarrassing!

“Don’t make a mess on the floor!” The Terrible Trio would sing brightly – and loudly! “Mommy doesn’t like it when nasty boys pee on her good tiles!”

Dang it, I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace, the blushing teenager thought with frustration. It’s almost like they’re standing right here watching me!

To keep the girls from hearing him urinate, Jeffrey resorted to sitting on the toilet when he had to go. It was a minor and somewhat degrading inconvenience – after all, guys weren’t supposed to go sitting down, right? – but at least he didn’t have to put up with any more stupid teasing. Well, not as much, anyway.

“Whatcha doin’, Jeffrey?” the playful voice continued. “You’re awful quiet in there ... are you sure you didn’t fall in?”

“What weird girls,” the flustered lad muttered as he sat quietly with his pants and underwear down about his ankles. The tinkling sound in the bowl beneath him caused him to grit his teeth in frustration. “Oh well, at least they can’t hear me and tease me now.”

All of this happened just on our young hero’s first day of babysitting. Talk about exhausting! By the time Mrs. Martin arrived home Jeffrey was worn to frazzle. But the girls were well-behaved, thank goodness, and they even feigned studying their lessons when their mother entered the room. She seemed pleased that the house hadn’t been burned down and she complemented the weary lad on his first day on the job. Oddly enough, the girls actually seemed sad to see him go.

“Make him stay, Mommy!” the twins pleaded, grabbing the teenager by the hands and preventing him from leaving the house. “Jeffrey’s so much fun to play with! We want to play more games with him!”

“Why Jeffrey, I think they actually like you,” Mrs. Martin teased. “That’s a good sign. They usually don’t like their babysitters. Having Evie around spoiled them ... and me, I suppose. Anyway, you’ll be here tomorrow after school as promised, right?”

Jeffrey wanted to tell her “No way in hell!” but before he could open his mouth she slipped him a ten dollar bill.

“I’m going to write you a check at the end of the week, but I figured you’d like a little something extra on your first day,” she said with a wink. “Believe me, you’re worth it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jeffrey said with a reluctant smile. He brushed his hair from over his glasses and shrugged. “I’ll be here. I guess.”

“Yay!” the girls all cheered. “Jeffrey’s gonna be here tomorrow! We’re gonna have some real fun then!”

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The next day – on Tuesday, to be specific – well, things were quite different. Quite different, indeed ....

From the moment Jeffrey arrived at the Martin house the girls acted like little brats; all three of them, eleven year old Anita included, screamed and shrieked and fought worse than a pack of feral cats. No matter what he said, no matter what he did, all they wanted to do was argue and fuss and pick on one another.

“You’re stupid!” Tina – or was it Rita? – shrieked at Anita. “You think you’re so smart! You’re not smart at all ... you’re ... you’re just plain ol’ stupid!”

“Yeah, you’re stupid, ‘Nita!” echoed Rita – or was it Tina? “You’re a stupid ol’ stupid face and you’re ugly, too!”

“You guys are the stupid ones!” Anita yelled back. “You don’t know nothin’! You think Mom likes you best and that you can get away with anything! Well, I’m not puttin’ up with it! Mom likes me best! Better than you two stupid little babies!”

“We’re not babies!” Tina-Rita cried. “Ask Jeffrey ... he likes us best, too! Don’t you Jeffrey? Don’t you like us best?”

“Yeah, you like us best, don’t you Jeffrey?” Rita-Tina sang loudly. “You don’t like that ugly ol’ Anita, do you?”

Poor Jeffrey! In just a few minutes he found himself the center of the argument – which began over who knew what? – and the attention of the three sisters. Rita-Tina grabbed him by one arm and Anita took hold of the other, and between the three he felt himself being pulled in different directions.

“Stop it ... girls ... please?” he fussed in bewilderment. He’d never been in a situation like this one before and he hadn’t a clue on how to put an end to it. “C’mon ... Anita ... Rita ... Tina ... please .... Let me ... go ... dang it! Let ... go ... of ... meeeeee!!!”

In the face of such chaos the beleaguered boy babysitter did everything he could think of to get the girls to settle down. He tried talking to them, but he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. He attempted to separate them, but when he got one to sit down the other two would attack each other. He threatened to take away their television privileges, but they didn’t care. He begged and pleaded, but they just ignored him. He even tried the trick he used the day before, coaxing them into playing a board game, but that did no good at all. The situation was simply out of his control.

At one point all three of the Martin sisters abruptly banded together. Instead of cozying up to him, they suddenly accused him of being bossy and unfair; that was really confusing because they had been so friendly and flirtatious with him the day before. Anita was just as bad as the little ones; when Jeffrey tried to enlist her in reasoning with her sisters, she took their side, stomping her feet and screeching at him with such a high-pitched voice he thought his ears were going to bleed.

“You’re not the boss of us!” the red-headed girl wailed. “You can’t tell us what to do! You’re not our boss! You’re just a dumb old boy!”

“Yeah, you’re not the boss of us!” squealed Rita and Tina in chorus. “You can’t tell us what to do! You’re just a dumb old boy!”

Jeffrey was shocked as one of the twins grabbed his glasses – once again! – and ran off laughing like a hyena. The teenager found himself in another frustrating game of “Keep Away,” though this time he got lucky and managed to snatch them back after only a couple of passes. In the process, however, Anita pushed him down onto the floor, giving the other girls a chance to pile on. When the dust cleared the weary boy’s shoes were missing, along with one of his socks.

“Come on, girls,” he complained. “You took my shoes? Really? Why do you have to be so mean? Can’t we all just get along?”

“We’re getting along just fine, Jeffrey-Poo,” Anita sang cheerfully. “You’re the one who doesn’t seem to get along with everybody else!”

Shoving the girls out of the way, Jeffrey got up and searched the room high and low, but no shoes and no sock could be found. On top of that, the twins suddenly disappeared; they had obviously slipped to another part of the house to hide his things. Adding to his frustration, the angry teen noted that his book bag was missing as well.

“Dang it, where is my bag?” he fussed. He felt oddly vulnerable standing on the hardwood floor with one bare foot. “My homework and my books are in it! Come on, girls ... give it back ... please? I gotta do my reading ... dang it ....”

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Anita sang brightly as the two younger girls suddenly reappeared with bright grins on their freckled faces.

“Yeah, for us to know and you to find out,” Rita-Tina repeated in mocking harmony.

At his wit’s end, Jeffrey threatened to phone their mother. The girls beat him to it, unfortunately, calling Mrs. Martin out of meeting at the office. The ensuing conversation with the eldest Martin left Jeffrey frustrated, confused and angry.

“I’m sorry Jeffrey, but I don’t have time for this,” the voice growled on the other end of the line. “You’re going to have to figure out what to do for yourself. You’re the oldest, so make them mind you! And please don’t let them call me again ... we’re very busy this afternoon and I do not have time for that kind of nonsense!”

“Why are they so mean?” the flustered lad grumbled as he hung up the phone. He used the hem of his polo shirt to clean tiny little girl fingerprints off his glasses and sighed. “This is painful ... why did my mom think this was a good idea? I’m not a babysitter! I can’t do this! This is just stupid!”

Poor Jeffrey ... surrounded by a trio of red-headed grade school girls screeching at the tops of their lungs, he was one miserable lad. Constantly fighting and screaming and making such an awful racket, they kept up the noise for so long he had to escape. He had no idea what they were upset about, nor did he know what to do about it. All he knew for certain was that he wanted no part of the chaos; it was pure torture for the novice babysitter.

The fighting and shrieking got so bad that at one point the distraught lad locked himself in the bathroom, the one place in the house where he had any hope for peace and quiet. Oddly enough, the squabbling and shouting stopped the instant he closed the door and locked it. Gifted a precious moment of peace and quiet, he decided to take the opportunity to take a pee. After all, there was nothing else to do. Remembering the teasing he got the day before, he loosened his pants and sat down; that was all he needed, getting any more grief from those stupid little brats!

Stupid girls ... stupid Mom ... I shouldn’t be babysitting in the first place!

Why me?!

Seated on the toilet, minding his own business while waiting for his body to do its business, Jeffrey suddenly realized ... the house had grown eerily quiet. Too quiet ... suspiciously quiet ... alarmingly quiet. There was no more teasing, no giggling, no ugly or rude remarks. There wasn’t even any whispering. Nothing. Instead, everything was totally and weirdly soundless. It was as if the home had been deserted. At first the curious lad didn’t pay much attention to the stillness – he actually enjoyed it, in fact – but after a few minutes he began to wonder if this was something to worry about.

“Hello? Girls?” he called out. “What’s going on out there? You better not be doing anything wrong!”

Nothing.

“Anita? Rita? Tinaaaaaaa?!” he hollered. “I’m serious! You better not be making any trouble! I’ll tell your mom if you do!”

That’s when he heard the distinct sound of girlish whispering from the other side of the door. The weary boy sighed and shook his head.

Stupid girls ....

There was a sudden knock at the door, loud enough to cause Jeffrey to squirt out some more urine in surprise. “Whatcha doin’ in the bathroom, Jeffrey?” a silly, high-pitched voice suddenly called out. It sounded like Anita. “Are you peein’?”

“Or are you takin’ a poop?” called out a younger sounding voice.

A titter of childish laughter accompanied the teasing. Jeffrey felt foolish, sitting on the toilet with his pants down about his ankles, knowing that just a few feet away a trio of idiot girls was making fun of him.

“Go away, you guys!” he yelled angrily. “Leave me alone! Can’t a guy get any privacy?”

“Come on out, Jeffrey!” called the girls. “You’re not scared of us, are you? What’s the matter, did we hurt your feelings or something?”

There was some more mockery, of course, which was to be expected. The flustered lad just gritted his teeth and prayed for the end of the day to come as quickly as possible.

“Oh Jeffreeeeyyy ... come out and plaaa-yaaaay! Come on, Jeffrey ... don’t you want to play with us?”

The taunting finally died off and the house went silent once again. Jeffrey thought about going out to see what was going on, but he decided to wait. The peace and quiet was quite pleasant. He yawned and wondered ... maybe he should just stay where he was ... until Mrs. Martin came home from work ... and then he could ... go home ... himself ....

A weird scratching sound at the door roused the dozing lad from his slumber. He watched with no little irritation as the knob began to turn and rattle. Childish chatter and tittering could be heard coming from the other side.

“Anita?” he called out angrily. “Tina? Rita? You guys better leave me alone. I’m serious ... go away! I don’t want anything to do with any of you!”

Stupid girls. Why couldn’t they just leave him be?

There were a few seconds of silence, followed by even more whispering and snickering just outside the door. This was followed by more rattling at the doorknob and an odd scratching sound. The curious teenager listened carefully, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Hello? Girls?” he called out from his seat on the toilet. “What did I say? Just go away and leave me alone for a few more minutes, okay?”

There was yet another rattle at the door and Jeffrey watched with horrified surprise as the doorknob unexpectedly began to turn. A jolt of nausea shot through his gut as he tried to remember whether he’d turned the little latch to secure the lock. There was a definite “click” and, sure enough, the door swung open and the three Martin girls were standing there looking right at him!

“ANITA!!!” he screamed. “RITA-TINA!!! What are you doing! Shut the danged door! You’re not supposed to see me like this! SHUT THAT DOOR!!!”

The horrified teen hunched down to hide his partial nakedness, almost losing his oversized horn-rimmed glasses in the process. “Anita! Rita-Tina!” he shrieked. “Get out of here! You hear me! GET! OUT! OF! HERE!!!!”

Loud as he was, as desperate as he was, Jeffrey failed to frighten the girls into submission. If anything, his sense of panic served only to fuel their mischievous mood.

“We don’t have to do what you say, Jeffrey-Poo,” Anita replied in a smarmy, know-it-all tone of voice. “This is our house and our bathroom, so we can do whatever we want!”

“Yeah, we can do whatever we want!” the twins repeated with a flurry of impish giggles. “WHATEVER we want!”

“But ... you’re not supposed to see me ... like this ....”

The poor boy was beside himself with embarrassment. This was the worst possible predicament he could imagine; with his pants down around his ankles and his bare butt plastered to the toilet seat, he couldn’t do much to stop the girls from standing just a few feet away and staring at him. He looked around for something to throw at them, he was so mad.

“How did you get in here?” he fumed. “I locked the danged door! How did you get in here?!”

Anita struck an intimidating pose, standing proudly with one hand on her hip and her budding breasts pressing against her thin t-shirt. She held up a slender screwdriver in her free hand and waved it about like a magic wand.

“Oh, it’s easy when you know how. There’s a little hole in the doorknob ... all you have to do is stick this in and give it a little turn. It’s a little trick my mom taught me. You know, just in case.”

Jeffrey crouched down as far as he could to hide his nakedness. He also grabbed at his pants and pulled them up to his knees; he desperately wanted to pull them higher, but that would mean having to stand up and risking the girls seeing his bare bottom and his privates, and he just couldn’t have that!

“Please, just go away,” he pleaded. “Seriously, you’re not supposed to see me like this. Go away and let me finish ... um ... finish ....”

“Finish poopin’?” Rita – or was it Tina? – said with a giggle. “Go ahead, Jeffrey-Poo. Go on and finish your poopin’!”

“Yeah, go ahead and poop, you ol’ poop head!” Tina – or was it Rita? – chided with laughter. “Don’t forget to wipe your nasty butt while you’re at it!”

“I wasn’t pooping!” the embarrassed teen yelled. He pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and took a deep breath. “I was ... I was ....”

“Were you peeing sitting down, Jeffrey?” Anita sounded as if she was talking to a naughty toddler. Her face lit up as the blushing boy slowly nodded. “Is that what you’re doing? Peeing like a girl? Really, Jeffrey? You actually sit and pee like a girl? Oh, now that is funny!”

“Jeffrey pees like a girl!” the younger girls chanted. “Yay!”

“Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!”

“Shut up! This is NOT funny!”

“Oh, it’s funny all right,” Anita teased. “You’re never going live this down. They’re going to be singing that all day long.”

“Jeffrey pees like a girl!” sang the younger girls, over and over and over again.

“Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!”

“STOP IT!” the angry youth shouted. “Stop singing that stupid song! SHUT UP!!!”

Jeffrey’s face burned hot with shame. How in the world could he let himself get caught in such an awful situation? He was a thirteen year old boy, after all, and these were just a bunch of stupid little girls. It shouldn’t be this difficult ....

“Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!
Jeffrey pees like a gir-irl!”

“Get out of here!” the angry boy yelled. “Anita! Rita-Tina! GET! OUT! OF! HERE!”

The girls, of course, ignored his commands. Instead, the threesome suddenly stopped their teasing and they began whispering amongst themselves, glancing over at him and giggling like a flock of little birds. Jeffrey frowned. That was weird. It also kind of scared him.

“C’mon you guys ... get out, okay?” he said in a more conciliatory manner. Anita looked so tall, standing proudly before him with that look of mischief in her eyes; with her happy, freckled face staring down at him he felt so stupid, like a frightened child, crouching down against the toilet seat as far as he could to preserve his modesty. But what else was he supposed to do?

“Seriously, go away, please? I’ll be out in a few minutes. If you do I’ll play a game with you. Any game you want. I promise!”

“Oh, we’re gonna play a game, all right,” Anita said happily. She waved the screwdriver at him and sneered. “We’re gonna play a special game. It’s called ‘Take Away Jeffrey’s Pants!’”

“Yeah, we’re gonna play ‘Take Away Jeffrey’s Pants!’” the two younger girls shouted simultaneously. “We’re gonna take ‘way your pants, Jeffrey, and there ain’t nuthin’ you can do about it!”

“What ...?” The shocked teenager pushed his glasses up his nose and blinked. Did they say ... what he thought they said? They weren’t serious ... were they?

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing ...?” Jeffrey watched warily as the girls stepped into the bathroom and split up, slowly approaching him from all sides. His heart raced as he realized things were quickly getting out of hand. “Don’t come any closer ... I’m warning you ... Anita ... Rita-Tina ... I’m serious ... aw, come on you guys ... this isn’t funny ....”

Ignoring their babysitter’s pleading, the threatening threesome suddenly attacked the stunned lad with purpose and determination. Before he realized what was going on, in fact, Anita dove for his trousers, grabbing them with both hands and tugging at them as hard as she could.

“No no no no no no no ... NOOOOOO!!!” Jeffrey screamed in terror. He couldn’t believe this was happening! He gripped the waistband of his pants with all his might, but the determined girl was a lot stronger than he expected.

“Stop it ... I said STOP IT!!! NOOOOO!!! STOP IT!!!”

The two younger girls quickly joined in, each grabbing a wrist, causing him to let loose of his trouser. He panicked as he felt them go down and a thrill of desperation went through his body as he realized he was about to lose them completely. Suddenly, to the horrified teenager’s surprise the sisters managed to jerk him violently and completely off the toilet and onto the floor; his teeth jarred good and hard as his bare bottom hit the hard tile and a sharp pain lit up the base of his tailbone.

“Ow!!! That hurt!” squealed the panicked lad. “No-no-no-nooo!!! Stop it!!! Let go of my pants!!! Let go, I said!!! LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO!!!”

The bewildered boy desperately tried to get up but his feet were tangled in his trousers. Anita retained her firm grip on his pants and underwear while the two younger girls held tightly to his wrists and arms; working as a team the trio pulled him across the floor on his bare bottom until they drug him out of the bathroom and into the hallway. All of this happened within a couple of seconds, leaving the stunned thirteen year old confused, alarmed and more than a little embarrassed.

“Let me go!!!” he squealed as he struggled against the assault. “I’m the babysitter!!! You can’t do this to me!!! I’m the oldest and I’m in charge!!! LET ME GO OR I’LL TELL YOUR MOTHER!!!”

“You think you’re in charge of us,” Anita said gleefully. “I don’t think so. It looks to me like WE’RE in charge of YOU!”

Jeffrey was too busy struggling for his life to reply. He held onto his pants with the greatest urgency, clenching his feet together as tightly as possible, but despite his best efforts he was at a huge disadvantage against the tenacious trio. Lifting up with all their might, the sisters managed to keep him off balance, raising his legs high above his head and practically turning him upside down.

“Hahahahaaaa! I can see your wiener!” Anita snorted. “I can see your wiener! I can see your wiener!”

“We can see your wiener!” the twins echoed with delight. “We can see your wiener!”

With his bottom and privates at risk of exposure, Jeffrey made the fatal mistake of trying to cover his modesty which allowed the girls focus on his trousers, which were quickly turned inside out and tugged over his shoeless feet. The next thing he knew, his pants were gone, along with his underwear and his dignity.

“NO!!! NO NO NO NOOOO!!!!” the sobbing boy screamed. “Give those back! I swear, you little brats ... you better give me back my pants! Give them back to meeeeeeeee!!!!!”

The girls suddenly let go of his legs, dropping him hard on the floor. Before he could recover his wits and get to his feet, Anita straddled his body and dropped down on his belly with full force, knocking the wind out of him with such power that he wanted to cry. One of the twins, Rita perhaps, joined her, plopping her plump bottom hard on his chest and nearly suffocating him in the process. The second twin ran down the hallway, laughing wildly and waving his confiscated pants and underwear around with each hand around like a pair of captured flags.

“I got Jeffrey’s paaa-aaants!” Tina squealed triumphantly as she disappeared into an unknown portion of the house. “I got Jeffrey’s paaa-aaants! I got Jeffrey’s paaa-aaants! I got Jeffrey’s paaa-aaants!”

“AAAGGHHHH!!!” The poor boy gasped as Anita and Rita bounced wildly up and down on his torso. He tried to press his legs together in order to hide his nudity, but that didn’t seem to matter much in the face of asphyxiation. “ANITAAAA!!! *gasp!* RITAAAA!!! Get ... *gasp!* ... off ... of ... me .... *gasp!* ... I ... want my ... *gasp!* ... pants ... back ... *gasp!* ... now!”

“Nuh-uuuuh!!!” Anita giggled. “They’re ours now, Jeffrey-Poo! They belong to us and there’s not a thing you can do about it!”

“Yeah, Jeffrey-Poo! They belong to us and there ain’t nuthin’ you can do about it,” Rita repeated with a titter.

The desperate lad tried pushing the girls off his body and cover his nudity with his hands, but he didn’t even come close; each time he tried to escape Anita and Rita simply rose up a bit and – WHUMP!!! – they dropped down as hard as they could, knocking the wind out of him. After a half dozen or so blows to the abdomen and chest he just gave up and lay there, doing his best to catch his breath and not throw up.

“See? It’s just like I told you, Jeffrey Walton,” sang Anita. “We got you now and there ain’t nuthin’ you can do about it!”

The beaten boy covered his face with his hands as a girlish, melodious chorus filled the house.

“You look so funny with no pants on!” eight year old Tina teased. She pointed at Jeffrey’s exposed privates and laughed. “With your big ol’ bare butt and your little dingaling showing you look just like a big ol’ baby!”

“Stop looking at me!” Jeffrey shouted. He could feel tears burning his eyes, which only added to his humiliation. He hated crying, but lately it to come so easily to him. After all, boys – in particular, boys his age – weren’t supposed to cry in front of girls, just as they weren’t supposed to get beat up by them ... or let them take away their pants.

“Oh look, Jeffrey’s crying!” Rita exclaimed. “He’s really crying! We actually made Jeffrey Walton cry like a wittle bitty baby!”

“A wittle bitty crybaby!” Tina sang happily.

“Geez, Jeffrey, you’re actually crying?” Anita taunted. “I thought you were in junior high school. Really? What a big ol’ crybaby you are!”

“Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!” the girls sang as loud as their little lungs would let them.

“Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!”

“SHUT UP!” the red-faced lad squeaked under the weight of the two girls bouncing up and down on his body. “Stop saying that! ... *gasp!* ... And stop looking at me! You’re not supposed to see me ... *gasp!* ... like this. Stop looking at me!”

“We can look at you all we want,” Anita said happily. “You’re not the boss of us! We got your pants hid away, remember? That makes us the boss of you now! If you want them back you better watch your mouth!”

Tina giggled. “Yeah, you better watch your mouth, Jeffrey-Poo! I’m the only one who knows where your pants are, so that makes me the boss of you!”

“It makes US the boss of HIM!” Anita insisted.

Tina rolled her eyes. “Nuh-uh! I’m his boss ‘cuz I know where his pants are and you don’t!”

Anita snorted. “Whatever!”

A breathless Jeffrey butted in with, “What did you do with ... *gasp!* ... my pants? I ... I want them back! *gasp!* What did you do with them?”

The frustrated boy sniffed back his tears. He was having a really difficult time breathing, so much that he felt more than a little scared. If he passed out, who knew what the girls might do to him! He was practically naked, you know. The very thought excited him almost as much as it frightened him.

“What did you ... *gasp!* ... do with my pants, Tina? Please, I need them ... *gasp!* ... back!”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out!” the tiny redhead said with glee. “I hid them real good. You’re never gonna find them!”

“Yeah, you’re never gonna find them!” Rita chided. “Did you think of that, Jeffrey-Poo? Hmmm? Did you think of that?”

“Tina, you better bring them back!” Jeffrey shouted. “I’ll get you if you don’t!”

“You gotta catch me first, Jeffrey-Poo! How you gonna do that with no pants on?”

Jeffrey looked up at the older sister with a pitiful expression. “Please, ‘Nita ... make her bring them back. Please? I can’t ... go without any pants on ... please ... make her ....”

Anita giggled. “Poor, poor little Jeffrey-Poo ... poor little crybaby. Picked on by a bunch of silly girls and got his pants taken away.” The pretty girl grinned a most evil grin. “I can’t believe you’re older than us. And you’re supposed to be OUR babysitter? I don’t think so!”

“Yeah, we oughta be HIS babysitter, isn’t that right, ‘Nita?” sang Rita-Tina. “He’s the baby and we’re sittin’ on HIM!”

Anita laughed. “Hmmm ... isn’t this interesting ...? A big boy like you got your pants took away by some silly old girls. So, what are you gonna do now, hmmm, Jeffrey-Poo? Whatcha gonna do now, you big fat crybaby?”

Oh sure, I know what you’re thinking; a thirteen year old boy should have been able to overpower a bunch of silly girls, especially an eleven year old and her younger sisters. But that just didn’t happen. For one thing, Jeffrey was not exactly the most athletic boy around, comic books and board games being his main activities in life aside from his schoolwork. He wasn’t really fat, just a bit plumper than the other boys his age; sad to say, he often got winded just going up a flight of stairs or running away from bullies at school.

The girls, on the other hand, were just the opposite, energetic and active in ways that Jeffrey was not, thanks to their mother pushing them into sports and martial arts and gymnastics; even around the house they rarely sat still and it seemed that the more they moved the more energized they’d become. And they were quite energized that fateful afternoon as they bounced up and down on poor Jeffrey’s stomach and chest, knocking the breath out of him and triggering a severe wave of nausea so bad he felt he was about to barf.

“Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!”

You also have to remember the fact that our young hero was demoralized and embarrassed at having been stripped half-naked, and by some stupid little brats no less. He’d been picked on by some of the boys at school, but this was much, much worse. Letting a bunch of giggling idiot girls take away his eyeglasses was bad enough; losing his pants and underwear to them was beyond mortifying; that humiliation literally drained his spirit. He had no idea what to do, nor did he have any strength to resist; he was so scared and ashamed he could barely breathe in fact. Being wrestled down to the floor and nearly suffocated didn’t help matters, either.

“Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!”

“You really are a crybaby, aren’t you, Jeffrey-Poo?” Tina said with laughter. She tapped the trapped boy’s bare bottom with her toe. “You look just like a big fat baby with your big fat bottom and little bitty wiener showing!”

“Please ... *gasp!* ... get off ... *gasp!* ... me,” Jeffrey whispered. The defeated boy felt as though he was living a nightmare. Feeling desperate and helpless, he squeezed his doughy thighs together in hopes of hiding his penis from the view of the mocking girl, but he knew it didn’t do any good.

“Haha!” Tina laughed maniacally. “Jeffrey’s such a baby, he doesn’t even have any hair down there!”

Anita’s eyes went wide and her lips took on a devilish grin. “He what?”

“He’s got no hair down there! Jeffrey’s weenie’s got no hair! He ain’t got no hair down there!”

Rita looked down at the red-faced youth and giggled. “You ain’t got no hair down there? Wow, Jeffrey-Poo, you really are a baby!”

“I wanna see!” Anita shouted at the top of her lungs. She twisted about, her knees pressing into Jeffrey’s ribs so hard it hurt. “Wow, he’s so bald and smooth, he really does look like a little baby!”

Rita, of course, had to get in on the action. “I wanna see, too!” She spun around on Jeffrey’s chest, nearly knocking him in the face with her legs, and took a peek. “Hahahahaaaaa! What a cute little weenie! And you’re right, Tina! He don’t have any hair down there!”

The three girls were so gleeful, so cruel in their teasing, it made Jeffrey feel more than ashamed. The forlorn youth felt like crying as they giggled and laughed and looked at his exposed genitals. It didn’t help when they began chanting the most horrid little song:

“Jeffrey’s got no hair, no hair, no hair!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, not down there!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, no hair, no hair!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, not down there!”

“Come on, guys, that’s not funny,” he croaked. “I can’t help it ... that’s just ... how I look ....”

Rita spun back around, once again almost hitting the struggling boy in the face with her knees.

“That’s all right, Jeffrey-Poo! We like the way you look! We like looking at little baby weenies!”

The other girls all laughed and joined in a reprieve of their mocking song:

“Jeffrey’s got no hair, no hair, no hair!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, not down there!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, no hair, no hair!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, not down there!”

Jeffrey’s face burned with shame. “You’re not supposed to be looking at me like this,” he weakly whispered. “You’re not supposed to see me ... not like this ....”

His pitiful plea only fueled his tormentors’ enthusiasm. As they sang, Anita and Rita began bouncing up and down on the poor boy’s stomach and chest. With each blow he felt sicker and weaker, and more helpless.

“Jeffrey’s got no hair, no hair, no hair!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, not down there!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, no hair, no hair!
Jeffrey’s got no hair, not down there!”

“Please ... *gasp!* ... get ... off ... me!” the teenager begged. He was almost in a panic, as if he was about to have an asthma attack. “Can’t ... *gasp!* ... breathe ....”

“Okay, we’ll get off of you,” Anita said with command authority. Both she and her little sister paused in “riding horsey” for a moment. “We’ll get up, but you have to agree to give us your shirt. Do that and we’ll get off.”

The baffled boy blinked. “My ...? My ... shirt?”

“That’s what I said, Jeffrey-Poo. We’ll let you up, but only if you give us your shirt.”

“Yeah, give us your shirt,” Rita said with a giggle. She sprung up and down, her plump butt hitting his chest hard enough to make him cough and choke. “Come on, Jeffrey-Poo ... poor wittle crybaby ... give it up!”

Jeffrey bit his lip. From the waist down he didn’t have a stitch to wear – well, except for a single sock – and that was just the most horrible feeling ever! If he gave up his shirt ... that would mean ... he wouldn’t have any clothes on at all! And that would be a complete and total disaster!

Oh god, what am I gonna do, he thought to himself. How did I get in this stupid mess, anyway? If only my mom hadn’t made me take this dumb ol’ babysitting job ....

A shiver went up the poor boy’s spine. As much as he wanted the girls to get off his chest, there was no way he was going to surrender any more of his clothes. He was in enough trouble as it was!

“I ... I’m not giving you my shirt, Anita. *gasp!* ... If ... if I ... if I do that ... I ... I’ll be ... naked.” He pressed his knees together even harder at the very thought of being rendered completely nude by the three girls. A sudden, strange tingling of excitement between his thighs added to his confusion and fear.

“That’s the idea, Jeffrey-Poo,” cooed Anita. “We want you to get naked. Don’t you know? Us girls like looking at naked boys!”

“Yeah, naked boys are so funny!” squeaked Rita ... or Tina.

“And they’re fun, too!” added the other twin.

Anita’s lips curled into a most evil grin. “See? Told ya. We really like you, Jeffrey, so we wanna see you with no clothes on!”

“Yeah, we wanna see Jeffrey with no clothes on!” chorused the two younger sisters. “We wanna see Jeffrey NAKED!!!”

“We wanna see Jeffrey naked!
We wanna see Jeffrey naked!
We wanna see Jeffrey naked!
We wanna see Jeffrey naked!”

Jeffrey groaned as the room lit up with the sound of tittering, girlish giggles. Three sets of bright green eyes and three freckled feminine faces beamed down at him with garish glee. The besieged lad felt like a helpless insect, pinned to the floor under the intense scrutiny of his cruel onlookers.

“We wanna see Jeffrey naked!
We wanna see Jeffrey naked!
We wanna see Jeffrey naked!
We wanna see Jeffrey naked!”

“Please, I ... I don’t wanna give you my shirt,” he croaked, almost whispering. “I don’t like being naked.”

“Too bad, crybaby! We’re gonna make you get naked anyway!” Anita said. “Whether you like it or not!”

WHUMP!!!

The laughing girl bounced her muscular body up and down on his belly like she was riding a pony; Rita joined in, dropping down on his chest as hard as she could.

WHUMP!!!

“We’ll let you up, but you have to let us take your shirt first!”

WHUMP!!!

“Don’t mind us, Jeffrey-Poo ... we can do this all day long!”

WHUMP!!!

Poor Jeffrey! The pressure of the two sisters bouncing on his belly was as painful as it was debilitating; balanced precariously between nausea and suffocation, he didn’t know if he would throw up before he passed out from the lack of oxygen.

“P-P-Pleeeeeeasssse ... *gasp!* ... d-d-d-don’t ... doooooo ... *gasp!* ... thaaaaat!” he wheezed. “You ... you’re ... *gasp!* ... maaaaaking ... meeeeeee ... *gasp!* ... sick!”

“Then give us your shirt and we’ll stop,” Anita said with a wicked grin. “That’s all you have to do, just give us your shirt and we’ll get off.”

“Ride’em horsey!” Rita shouted with a laugh and bounced up and down even harder. She practically stood up before bringing her bottom down as hard as she could on the bespectacled boy’s chest; she was rewarded with a hard grunt and a sob.

“This is fun, ‘Nita! I can do this all day long!”

WHUMP!!!

To make matters worse, Tina – who’d been savoring the sight of Jeffrey’s naked genitals while her sisters amused themselves by riding on the poor boy’s belly – began pulling on his remaining sock, removing it and leaving him without a stitch from the waist down. She then grabbed one of his ankles and began tickling the bottom of his foot, adding to his humiliation. The trapped teenager squealed so loud he surprised himself.

“Hey! Nooooo ... don’t do that! Stop it! Eeeeeeee! Tinaaaaaa!!! NOOOOO!!! STOP IT!!!”

“Hey, guess what? Jeffrey-Poo is ticklish!” The gleeful girl wrapped her arm around Jeffrey’s leg to keep him from pulling away and she ran her pink painted fingernails up and down the tender instep of his bare foot; the resulting scream only encouraged her to do it again. “And I mean really ticklish! How ‘bout that!”

“Yeah, how ‘bout that!” Anita echoed, a flash of meanness in her eyes. “Tickle him some more! Make him squeal again, just like a little girl!”

“Ooooo, I wanna tickle him, too!” cried Rita.

“Go for it,” encouraged the oldest sister. “Make him squeal!”

To the beleaguered lad’s dismay, Rita jumped off his chest, ran back and grabbed hold of his other foot and then pulled with all her might. The panicked boy suddenly felt the two girls working together, tugging his legs in opposite directions and spreading them apart as wide as possible; he could feel his naked genitals being shamefully exposed to their view, which put him into a desperate panic!

“No, don’t ... let me ... up ... dammit ....”

Jeffrey tried to rise up and fight back, but before he could even begin the giggling girls began tickling away with vigor at the soles of his feet, scratching and pinching and tormenting him mercilessly and relentlessly. Anita immediately joined in the fray, jabbing him under his arms and around his neck with her sharp fingernails and tweaking his nipples through his shirt as hard as she could, causing him to wriggle and squirm about helplessly.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!!!! ... *gasp!* ... STOP ... *gasp!* ... IIIIIHIHIHIHIHHIT!!! STOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOOOOP ... *gasp!* ... IIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIT!!!”

The besieged teenager now found himself under assault from beneath and above, at every angle and avenue available. The three sisters tickled and pinched at his plump, vulnerable body, triggering wave after wave of unwanted laughter. Sharp fingernails scraped and poked his bare feet and they pricked and probed his ribs and under his neck. He bit his lip when a pair of tiny hands slid under his shirt and cupped his breasts and tweaked his nipples so hard he thought the skin was being ripped from his body. But the worst came when somebody managed to run their hands up between his bare thighs, grabbed him by his balls and then tugged on the tip of his penis like an angry blue jay gripping an earthworm!

“AAAAAGHHHH!!! *gasp!* NOOOO!!! AAAAAAAGH!!!! Stop it you guys!” Jeffrey screamed at the top of his lungs, which wasn’t all that loud considering the lack of air he was experiencing at the moment. “DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!!! DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!!! DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!!!”

The harder the helpless teenager fought, the weaker he became. It was as though his battery was running down and he could hardly move against the cruel assault. To make matters even worse – as if that were possible – rude, probing fingers were all over his face, in his nose and mouth and ears and eyes, and he once again lost his eyeglasses!

“Lookit what I got!” Anita sang. The excited girl slipped Jeffrey’s glasses on her face and did a little dance while still seated, bouncing her muscular bottom on the embattled boy’s soft stomach. “I got Jeffrey’s glaaaas-sessss! I got Jeffrey’s glaaaas-sessss! I got Jeffrey’s glaaaas-sessss!”

“Give them back!” the flustered boy croaked. He tried to sound angry, but the best he could do was wheeze in withering defiance. “You ... *gasp!* ... are gonna get in ... *gasp!*... so much trouble if you don’t ... *gasp!* ... give ... *gasp!* ... me back my glasses!”

“Oh, you want your silly old glasses back?” Anita asked in a mocking, smarmy voice. She looked adorably wicked with the heavy framed spectacles on her young, freckled face. “We can do that, Jeffrey-Poo. Just as soon as you do what we said and give us your shirt. Let us make you naked and we’ll give them back.”

The grinning girl scooted forward on Jeffrey’s belly and leaned over, putting her hands on his shoulders, her pretty, freckled face just inches from his. Her bright green eyes looked huge behind the thick lenses.

“But if you don’t wanna, that’s okay, too. You can just do without your stupid old glasses ... or your pants. You can just stay like you are until our mommy comes home!”

“Yeah, until our mommy comes home!” the two younger sisters cried out in chorus.

The three girls immediately resumed their dreadful assault on the helpless boy. Rita-Tina spread Jeffrey’s legs even further apart and they used their sharp little fingernails to scrape and dig into the soles of his feet; emboldened by the poor lad’s screams, they also took the time to pinch and scratch the tender skin inside his naked thighs, prompting him to yell even louder.

Meanwhile, Anita jabbed her fingers under his arms with surprising viciousness and she cruelly tweaked his nipples under his polo shirt. The older girl’s audacity grew with each pinch and poke, so much so that she even slapped him across the face and yanked on his nose until tears burned his eyes.

“NOOO!!!! AAAAAAGHHHH!!! ... *gasp!* ... STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!! ... *gasp!* ... STOP TICKLING MEEEEEE!!!!”

Jeffrey writhed and wriggled under the dreadful assault. While it seemed to our young hero that he was trapped forever, it only took a few minutes of tortuous tickling before he’d reached his limit. Between being brutally suffocated and tickled, he finally gave in. It was not an easy decision, but he felt a certain degree of relief when his plea for mercy was at last accepted and the torture finally ceased.

“Okay ... *gasp!* ... okay ... *gasp!* ...” he whispered. “You win ... you win. You can ... *gasp!* ... have my ... *gasp!* ... stupid shirt. Just ... *gasp!* ... please ... stop tickling me!”

“You gotta promise to let us have it!” Anita insisted. “We’ll let you up, but you gotta promise to do like you said. You have to promise to let us make you naked. Then you gotta do whatever we want. Now, say you promise!”

The defeated boy grunted. “I ... *gasp!* ... promise ....”

A hard bounce on his stomach was followed by “You promise what?”

Jeffrey blinked. “I ... I don’t understa- ....”

WHUMP!!!

Another hard bounce knocked the wind out of him.

“Say, ‘I promise to let Anita and Rita and Tina make me naked.’ Then say, “And I promise to do whatever they want.’ Say it. Say it out loud ... or else you get more of this!”

WHUMP!!!

This last blow against Jeffrey’s stomach made him nauseous to the point of nearly throwing up. The poor boy ... he could not believe he was in such dire straits. He was thirteen years old, not five. How could this have happened to him? To lose his pants ... and be held down against his will ... and now, to be forced to say such a shameful thing ... this was just too much. He was about to refuse when he felt Anita’s little butt rise up in preparation of delivering another devastating blow to his aching abdomen; he just knew he’d get sick if he took another hit.

“Okay, okay ... you win, dammit! Just, please don’t do that again. I’m saying it ... just ... gimme a second ....”

The defenseless boy rolled his eyes in disgrace as three bright, gleeful faces leaned over and leered at him. He felt his face burn hot with untold embarrassment. Another gust of cool air caressed his bare bottom and legs, reminding him of his unfortunate predicament. This was one of the most mortifying moments of his life.

“Come on, Jeffrey-Poo, say it! Say what we told you to say!” Anita ordered. “Say it now ... or else!”

Jeffrey bit his lip. He really didn’t want to say anything, but he knew he had no choice.

“I ... I ...,” he croaked. “I promise ... to let Anita ... and Rita and Tina ... make ... make me ... n-naked.”

“And ...?” Anita prompted.

The weary boy took a deep breath and let it out. “And I promise do whatever you ... w-whatever y-you w-want,” he whispered.

A flurry of musical laughter filled the air as the girls celebrated their little victory. Jeffrey never felt so ashamed of himself. But as bad as things were, he realized they were about to get even worse!

At long last Anita got off Jeffrey’s chest, leaving his naked genitals to the three sisters’ unrestricted view. The beleaguered lad was able to catch his breath while the girls pointed and giggled and whispered among themselves. Laid out before them, with his penis and balls and everything else exposed to their wide staring eyes, he felt hollow, helpless. He started to rise up and – to be perfectly honest – he would have run off if Anita hadn’t stopped him.

“Nuh-uh-uh!” She put her foot on his chest and pressed her toe against the base of his throat. “The shirt first. You promised, remember?”

Jeffrey bit his lip ... and nodded. After all, what choice did he have?

Still lying flat on his back, he started to reach down and grab the bottom of his polo shirt when, once again, Anita stopped him.

“Let Rita and Tina do it,” his young captor said with a smug smirk. “After all, this was all their idea, you know.”

The puzzled lad frowned. “This was ... their idea ...?”

None of what he just heard made any sense. Rita and Tina ... those two little girls ... making him naked ... they came up with this? He found that hard to believe.

“But ... they’re just little ki- ....”

Before he could say another word Anita pushed her toe against his throat and cut off his breath.

“You just lay there and shut up, Jeffrey-Poo,” she said with a giggle. “Now, do as we say. Do it now. Unless you want to explain to our mother why you were running around our house with no pants on.”

“Haha! Yeah, wait ‘til Mommy sees you with no pants on!” squealed Rita-Tina. “She’s just gonna love seeing your big fat baby butt!”

“And your bald little weenie!” Anita said with devilish glee.

The defeated boy sighed, blinked and nodded his head. He was too tired, too demoralized; it was time to just give up.

And so, thirteen year old Jeffrey Walton lay helpless and ashamed as two giggling third grade girls stripped him completely naked. It was ironic that having no pants only made it easier for the sisters have their way with him; it felt as though he was under some weird magic spell and he had lost complete control over his hands, arms and legs. Weak-kneed and panic-stricken, he gave only token resistance as he felt the hem of his shirt being pulled up his body, exposing his bare belly and then his aching nipples.

“Lift yourself up and let them pull it off. Come on ... you promised, remember?”

Jeffrey felt like he was in a trance as he obeyed. Anita maintained her position, hovering over the disgraced lad as the younger girls tugged his polo shirt from over his face and up his arms and finally off of his hands. As the soft cotton passed his fingertips he tried to snatch it back in a vain attempt at rebellion. But he was too late.

He was now as naked as the day he was born.

“Yay!” Rita and Tina cried as they waved the confiscated shirt in the air. Seeing them dance about with such elation, you’d think they had just won some silly little kid contest. “Yay! We made Jeffrey naaay-ked! We made Jeffrey naaay-ked! We made Jeffrey naaay-ked!”

Anita laughed. “I know you did! Good job! Now quick, go hide his shirt with the rest of his stuff and get back as fast as you can! And don’t forget that other sock, too. When you get back we can have some real fun!”

Jeffrey didn’t bother getting up; that would mean physical effort and he just didn’t have the strength at the moment. Instead, he just lay there clutching his arms over his bare chest and pressing his knees together to hide his naked privates. He watched helplessly as the two twins took off down the hallway with his clothes in hand.

“Yay! We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!” Rita-Tina sang as they pranced and danced down the hall. “We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey! We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!”

“We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!”

To be continued ....

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