Sibling Rivalry

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Chapter 1

Until Carla Hicks removed her shirt, Bobby Short was sure he was being punked. Even when he accepted the invitation to sneak into the crawlspace behind Lindsey’s room in order to spy on her sister, he was certain it would turn out to be a prank. The girls would video him crouching in the narrow space and email it to all their friends with a caption like “Pervy Bobby tries to spy” or something of the sort. But he weighed the outcome against the possibility of seeing Carla naked and concluded it was worth the risk. A deciding factor was knowing Lindsey and Carla hated each other, which made it more possible that she would really want her older sister humiliated.

Fifteen-year-old Carla was probably the most beautiful girl in school, with her golden hair, exquisite features and bright blue eyes. Her only competitor was Stella Martin, who was technically prettier, resembling a teenage Barbie doll. But Stella was only five feet tall, taking her out of the running since most of the boys - particularly the athletes - preferred someone close to their size. This put Carla in first place.

At five foot two, Bobby was exactly between the beauties in height, but he knew that with the entire male student body to choose from - particularly the athletes - there was no way Carla would pick a shorter, uncoordinated, untalented geek instead. He had been building up the nerve to ask Stella when she suddenly took up with Jerry. So here he was paying Carla attention, only now he wasn’t building up the nerve to ask her out, he was concealed in the crawlspace behind her room watching her get undressed.

Bobby couldn’t believe his good luck, because until now it had always been bad. He was the one constantly tripping over his own feet, sometimes while carrying a tray of food, and then planting his face in it. In gym he could be counted on to drop the ball. Usually it was because he was being distracted by staring at Carla or Stella. His crush on them was well known because he was often caught daydreaming while looking at them. But now he was about to see for real what he had only seen in his daydreams.

The events which had led to his current situation had begun in his classroom just before the teacher entered. Once again he had been lost in a Carla daydream and she had caught him gazing at her.

“Stop staring, Perv!” she had shouted. “You’re really getting creepy!”

“I was just looking out the window,” Bobby stammered. “You happen to be in the way.”

“And looking at a tree gives you a hard-on?” she teased. “Or are you carrying a marble in your pants?”

Bobby’s face burned as the rest of the class burst out laughing.

“I’m not carrying marbles!” he protested before he could think.

“Then that itty bitty thing poking out must be you. I heard you were tiny.”

Bobby forgot to breathe. Was she just teasing him or had someone actually told her? And who? He took great pains in the locker room after gym to make sure no one saw him. He glanced around the room. Jerry Carter wore a smirk. Could he have seen Bobby’s diminutive organ and told Carla? But Jerry and Carla had only been an item for a day or two before she broke up with him saying he had a soft drink budget and champaign tastes. It was hard to believe that in the short time they had been together, the size of his appendage had been a topic of conversation.

Then who? Howie Stiller? Aside from the obese Larry Fenster, he was the only boy in class more pathetic than Bobby. He became tongue-tied in the presence of girls. Bobby could not picture him even talking to Carla, much less discussing boys’ penis sizes.

“I am not tiny!” Bobby shouted.

“Prove it!” she challenged.

“What about you?” Bobby said, deciding a good offense made the best defense. “I’ve heard you stuff your bra.”

He had heard it from Lindsey but that had been about two years ago and he had no idea if it was still true.

“I do not!”

“Prove it!”

Now the laughter turned against Carla but she silenced them with a glare.

“I don’t hafta prove anything to you. I bet if you saw my bra, you’d wet your pants. And that’s if I wasn’t even wearing it.”

The laughter turned back against Bobby who didn’t have the power to silence it with a glare. Fortunately, the teacher entered the room and the humiliating conversation ended, leaving Bobby to wonder if Carla actually knew something about his development.

For the next few days, Bobby was the butt of jokes about his organ size. It became worse in the locker room after gym when some boys threatened to yank away the towel he had tied around his waist while changing. They made sudden moves and caused him to jump from one position to another, clutching the towel while they laughed. Though none had the gall to completely yank away his towel, their antics and his evasive action only served to confirm their suspicions. Later, Carla and her friends renewed their embarrassing comments. Bobby now slunk around the school in shame.

But now the tide had turned and it was all due to the way he had exploited the sibling rivalry between Carla and her sister. Thirteen-year-old Lindsey had once idolized Carla but the affection was not returned. Tired of being shadowed, Carla had insulted and humiliated her. Eventually they became enemies, much like Bobby and his younger brother, Evan. But while the Short brother were complete opposites, the Hicks sisters were very much alike. Lindsey was a shorter, skinnier version of Carla. Bobby would not be surprised if in a few years, the younger boys like Evan would be sniffing around Lindsey like dogs in heat. But right now she was practically a walking skeleton, which Carla took pleasure in pointing out, even nicknaming her Twiggy. Her best friend was a girl named Marsha with a round face, dark eyes and a short black hair in a pageboy. She might have been cute if she lost a few pounds and had her braces removed. Carla has first nicknamed her Marshmallow, then later Marshmetal. Both girls hated Carla for the names she had bestowed on them.

“Hey, Bobby!” a female voice called out.

“Hey, Twiggy. Marshmetal.”

“Cut it out! We hate those names!” Lindsey shouted.

“A little late, wouldn’t you say?” Bobby smirked. Like many victims of bullies, he enjoyed turning it around on other victims.

“Should I make a comment about your tiny peter?” she asked angrily.

Bobby stared in shock. Were even the younger grades discussing it?

As if she could read his mind, Lindsey continued, “Carla talked about it on the phone with her friends. She said she asked some boys to yank away your towel in the locker room but they didn’t have the guts.”

“Why not, if they were bigger?” Marsha asked.

“Because they were afraid others would call them perverts,” Lindsey explained.

“Why would boys be interested in the size of another boy’s peter?”

“For the same reason girls tease each other about their bra size,” answered Lindsey, who had been on the receiving end of such comments, particularly from her sister. Carla seemed to have forgotten her own lack of development at that age. Marsha, perhaps due to her extra weight, was amply endowed for a girl her age. “In any case, it was Carla who put them up to it. And now they all know.”

“Know what?” Bobby asked.

“That you’re small. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have struggled to hide it.”

“And if girls tried to take your towel in the locker room, you wouldn’t struggle?” Bobby asked. “My private parts are my private business.”

“I agree,” Lindsey said. “Carla needs to be taught a lesson. Don’t you agree?”

“Sure. Did you have something in mind?”

“How’d you like to see her naked?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to!”

“I can arrange that.”

“You know what would be even better? If we could get photos or videos and blackmail her with them.”

“Taking photos and videos are illegal. Just looking doesn’t leave evidence.”

“Now you sound like the daughter of a cop.” Lindsey’s divorced father and custodial parent was a detective.

“Anyway, it’s gonna be hard,” she continued. “When you see what I’m talking about, you’ll understand.”

“So how do we do this?”

“I don’t think you should follow us home or show up at my front door. People will talk. So in about 45 minutes, cut through the lot in back of the house. We’ll let you in the back door. Carla gets home in about an hour. You better make sure you get there first.”

“No problem. What about your dad?”

“He works the late shift. He doesn’t get home before ten.”

Bobby debated with himself about going. This had the feel of a practical joke. He would show up at the back door to be greeted by Carla and her friends laughing at him. But Lindsey’s story had the ring of truth and the sisters were enemies. Still, Lindsey had no love for him either. He had teased her and her friend with the nicknames they hated and similar comments. He finally decided he had little to lose if the story was false and a whole to gain if it wasn’t. Forty five minutes later, Bobby made his way through the shrubbery behind the Hicks house and approached the rear door. Lindsey opened it before he knocked.

“Carla’s not home yet. Let’s move.”

He followed the girls up two flights of stairs to Lindsey’s room. Having only a brother, it was strange being in a girl’s room decorated in pink and white. Posters of male teenage heartthrobs adorned the walls. The girls stared at him with an expression which made him uncomfortable and he again suspected a prank.

If Bobby had been two years younger, like his brother, he would have been nice to Lindsey. In a few years she would probably be as pretty as her sister. Right now she was cute in her blue tee-shirt with a photo of a kitten and the slightly large jeans she wore to hide her skinny legs. A metallic chain belt was wrapped around her waist. From comments Carla had made, Bobby knew her upper development was courtesy of a padded bra. Even Marsha had the possibility of becoming a future hottie if she lost a few pounds. She wore a white tee-shirt and loose gray sweat pants which almost concealed her extra weight.

“Carla and I share a bathroom,” Lindsay said, opening a door to reveal the room with combined tub and shower, sink and toilet. There was another door at the other end. “That one leads to Carla’s room. I hafta lock that one when I’m in here and she locks mine when she’s using it so we don’t walk in on each other.”

“So exactly how am I gonna see her naked?” Bobby asked. “Wait for her to take a shower and then pop in? Your dad’ll kill me!”

“Follow me.”

Lindsey went back to her room, opened a large panel in her closet and flipped a switch, illuminating a crawlspace with wiring and exposed pipes along the wall.

“This is where the plumber or electrician come to fix problems,” she explained. “I was playing hide and seek in here once and discovered something. Marsha, hit the switch.”

With the switch off, the only light came from the open panel leading to Lindsey’s room and some trickles along the walls. Bobby moved closer. Through the cracks he could see right into the bathroom.

“Now you see what I mean?” Lindsey said. “You could spy on Carla through those cracks but it would be impossible to get a photo or video. But you hafta to be real quiet and you can’t come out until she leaves or starts blasting her music. If she catches you and tells dad, you’re dead meat and so am I. Now she gets home in about ten minutes. Then she heads straight for the shower. Once she’s inside, you can get out. So, do you wanna stay?”

“Are you kidding?”

Lindsey shut him in the dark room. Several minutes later, he heard the front door open and the tread of steps running up the stairs.

“Hey, Twiggy! What juvenile antics are you and the Marshmetal up to?”

Without waiting for a reply, Carla entered her room. Minutes later, Bobby was standing in the crawlspace, pressed against the pipes as he peered through the cracks into the bathroom. He felt the vibrations as loud music poured through the walls. Suddenly Carla was there and he almost gasped. She was standing so close, he was afraid she could hear his heart beating. Dancing to the music, she peeled her tee-shirt off, revealing a simple white bra. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Bobby held his breath as she stood in front of the floor-length mirror and posed in bra and skimpy pink panties. Then she reached behind herself and unsnapped the bra which he now knew for certain wasn’t stuffed with anything but Carla. Her firm, apple-sized breasts with pert pink nipples snapped to attention. She lowered the panties and stepped out of them. She examined her front in the mirror, then turned to see her back. She had a nearly invisible nest of blonde fuzz between her legs and a perfectly shaped derriere. Just alongside her patch of fur, at the point where her right leg met her thigh, was a tattoo of a purple strawberry. No, it wasn’t a tattoo, Bobby noticed, but some sort of birthmark.

Pulling aside the shower curtain, she turned on the water. She stood with her back to him, one arm inside the shower testing the water. When it reached the desired temperature, she stepped inside, closing the curtain behind her. Bobby stared at her bottom until it was hidden from sight.

“Worth the wait?” Lindsey whispered in his right ear, almost causing him to jump. He hadn’t been aware that she had joined him.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, just as he heard a snap of steel and something metallic closed on his left wrist. He yanked his hand but it appeared to be cuffed to a pipe. “What the hell?” he started to ask, when there came a similar sound and feeling from his right side.

Lindsey clamped a towel against his mouth.

“If you make noise, Carla will hear,” she warned him. “What do you think she’ll do to you when she finds you here and realizes you were spying on her? What do you think my dad’ll do to you if he finds out?” She removed the towel.

“But this was your idea!” Bobby protested in a whisper.

“You volunteered to help us with our computer, right, Marsha? Imagine our surprise when we found you in here spying on Carla!”

“But that’s not what happened!”

“Does it make a difference? If Carla finds you in here, she’ll know you spied on her and she’ll want revenge. Cuffed to the pipes, there’s nothing you can do to stop her.”

Bobby realized his first instincts had been right, he had been brought here as some sort of prank. The question was, how far would it go?

“What do you want?” he asked in resignation.

“Isn’t it obvious? We want to know if the rumor about you is true.”

Chapter 2

“Oh, please, no! You can’t!”

“Why not? You’re in no position to stop us.”

“What did I ever do to you?”

“We don’t have enough time to remind you of all the names you called us and all the comments you made about our bodies.”

“Come on, that was just kidding around! Everyone does it!”

“That only makes it worse! Now we don’t have a whole lotta time, so we’re gonna get to it. Just remember, if Carla hears, it’s only gonna get worse for you.”

He felt her hands at his belt and whispered, “Oh, please, no,” but in short order, his belt was undone. Then his pants were around his ankles and he stood there in his underwear. He realized the girls couldn’t see much in the dark and they weren’t about to turn on the light because then Carla might notice. Maybe they were just trying to scare him as a punishment for the things he had said. Then Lindsey switched on a penlight and his relief was short-lived. She stood behind him.

“He’s got a cute little tush in those tighty-whities,” she commented, and Bobby knew she was lighting up his backside.

“What’s under them might be cuter,” Marsha responded.

“We’re not in that much of a rush. Let’s check out his front first.”

Lindsey attempted to move in front of him but Bobby grasped the pipe and pressed himself against them.

“That won’t help,” Lindsey chided. “Here, hold the flashlight, Marsh.”

She inserted her fingers in the back of the elastic band of his underpants and slowly pulled them down. Bobby cringed as he felt himself growing more exposed. He pressed his front tightly against the pipes. The elastic band was now below his buttocks but at least his privates were still covered.

“You were right, Marsh. These are cuter.”

“We still didn’t get to see his big secret. Or is that his little secret?”

“In due time.”

The girls could hardly contain their excitement. They couldn’t believe their plan had worked! When Lindsey had first proposed that Bobby spy on Carla, all she had wanted was to get revenge against her annoying older sister. But then she remembered all the times Bobby had humiliated her with his comments and she started thinking about a way to get him too. She thought of the pipes in the room and the old sets of handcuffs her father had given her to play with. While Bobby was distracted by Carla, it would be simple to cuff him to the pipes. He would be helpless and entirely at their disposal. But what if he shouted? Then she realized he wouldn’t because that would only bring Carla to join them. And he couldn’t complain because then he would have to explain why he was there in the first place. And he certainly wouldn’t want the story spread all over school.

So here they were, with a boy chained in the crawlspace, almost naked from the waist down. Not just any boy, but one of their tormentors and two years older. They would much rather it had been Bobby’s brother Evan, who despite being younger was taller and better looking. He was in their class and humiliated them worse Bobby. It hurt even more since they both had a crush on him. But now they had Bobby and they weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Lindsey reached out a trembling hand and placed it on Bobby’s buttocks. She couldn’t believe it! She was touching the bare butt of a boy two years older! Gathering courage, she moved her hand in circles. She placed it between his legs, cupped his crack and squeezed gently.

Bobby gasped. On the other side of the wall, the shower stopped running. The curtain moved aside and Carla stood framed in the opening, breasts and belly fully exposed, down to the fuzz and her strawberry birthmark. Bobby could barely appreciate it while the younger girl’s hand probed at his buttocks.

“It’s show time, Bobby,” Lindsey whispered. “Back away from the wall.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. You just need the right incentive.”

She removed her hand and then brought it back with a slap against his backside. Bobbie jumped.

“That hurt!” he hissed, remembering to keep his voice down.

“When do I get a turn?” Marsha asked.

“Be my guest,” Lindsey said.

Bobby cringed as a second female hand became familiar with his buttocks. Another stinging slap was administered.

“That’s for calling me Marshmetal,” she hissed. A second slap followed. “That’s for trying to hide your little secret. You know I’m gonna keep this up until we see it.”

In the bathroom, Carla had toweled off and gotten dressed. The music cut off suddenly. The trio in the crawlspace held their breaths until they heard the footsteps as Carla descended the stairs.

“Now we can get out of this room,” Lindsey said. “But not until Bobby understands that we own him. Back away from the wall. Or do you need another spanking?”

Bobby realized he had only been postponing the inevitable. He stepped back several inches from the wall. Lindsey wasted no time in yanking his underpants to the floor.

“Now step out of them,” she ordered.

There was no point in refusing, so he did as she asked. She gathered his pants and underpants and handed them to Marsha. The two girls whispered. Marsha left the room and returned a minute later. Now she turned on the light. With Carla downstairs, there was no reason to stand in the dark. In the bright illumination, Bobby was even more profoundly aware of his nudity. He moved back to the wall. The girls walked around to stand with their backs against the wall and face him.

“Moment of truth,” Lindsey announced. “Back away from the wall.”

Knowing a refusal would simply mean another spanking, Bobby did so, looking down at the floor, his face aflame. Tears of humiliation stung his eyes.

“OMG, they were right!” Lindsey exclaimed. “He’s tiny, like a little mushroom!”

The girls giggled and Bobby wanted to die. To his horror, Lindsey pulled out a cell phone and snapped photos. Then she reached out and touched him. He writhed but could not escape her hand. She encased his tiny member in her fist and exerted a firm yet gentle pressure. Bobbie flinched but there was no pain. He felt himself responding to the sensation.

“OMG, it’s moving!” Lindsey gasped.

“Let me feel!” Marsha pleaded.

Lindsey released him and Bobby’s humiliation grew as his organ was encased in a second female hand. Despite the embarrassment, it continued to grow.

“It’s getting bigger!” Marsha noted. “How big will it get?”

“Maybe to the size of a normal five-year-old’s,” Lindsey giggled. “But if you don’t let go, you’re gonna have a mess on your hands.”

Marsha released him with alacrity.

“Now, Bobby, let me explain the situation just in case you don’t get it,” Lindsey said. “You’re in a thirteen-year-old girl’s bedroom, naked from the waist down. You were here to spy on her sister. Your pants, underpants and shoes are hidden somewhere in the house. I also have photos which I uploaded to my email. That means we own you. We’re gonna release you from the cuffs. You can grab a towel and try to leave and hope Carla doesn’t see you, then run home in your socks, wrapped in a towel and hafta explain what happened and then we email those photos to the whole school. Or you can stay and play a while and we’ll give you back your clothes, sneak you out of the house and this will remain our secret. Which will it be?”

Knowing he had no choice, Bobby whispered, “Whatever you say.”

“Good boy.” Lindsey took a key out of her jeans and unlocked the handcuffs. “Let’s go.”

Bobby followed them into her bedroom, tugging down on his tee-shirt which was barely adequate to hide his stiff front and did little to conceal his rear.

“A little late for that,” Lindsey commented. “So why don’t you lose the shirt?”

Now he felt completely mortified, standing stark naked in front of the two younger girls with his tiny erection on display. They smirked at him with hungry eyes directed at his most private place.

“It looks even smaller in the light,” Lindsey said. She reached out her hand and held him again. Bending down, she lifted his penis and noticed the little sack beneath. She cupped it in her other hand. “I’ve got him by the balls,” she giggled.

Bobbie stared at the petite, blue-eyed blonde who now held his privates in her hand. How could someone who appeared so angelic be so evil?

“My turn!” Marsha called out, and the equally innocent-appearing adolescent manipulated his organ in a way only he had ever done before.

“Watch out for the mess,” Lindsey cautioned.

“How do we avoid that?”

“I think we should ...uh...milk him first. Wouldn’t that be great to watch?”

“How do we do that without making a mess on the carpet?”

“How do you do it at home?” Lindsey asked Bobby. He flushed and didn’t answer. “Come on! I know all boys do it.”

“In the bathroom,” he muttered.

“That’ll present a problem because Carla might come up.” She glanced around the room. She picked up a newspaper and spread it out on the floor. “Kneel down here.”

Feeling like a puppy being housebroken, Bobby knelt on the paper. Lindsey sat behind him with her legs spread around him. She reached around him and held his member. Despite his extreme embarrassment, the sensation of her warm crotch against his bare lower back and her hands on his organ caused a further swelling.

“This isn’t working for me,” Lindsey said. “It’s darn uncomfortable and I can’t see. Bobby, get on your hands and knees.”

Bobby got on all fours on the newspaper which crinkled under him. Lindsey rose and walked around him, considering her next move. Suddenly she straddled him and sat down on his back. Slapping his rear, she called, “Giddyup, horsey.”

“That’s not gonna help him jack off,” Marsha observed.

“We can do that later. This is more fun.”

She ordered him to carry her around the room. Promoted from puppy to horsey, a mortified high school boy crawled naked with a thirteen-year-old girl mounted on him and slapping his butt. The rough material of her jeans chafed his back.

Lindsey was in heaven. In her wildest dreams she never imagined having a boy slave and an older boy at that, seeing him naked, holding his private parts in her hand and now riding him like a pony. The play of his muscles under her loins brought a level of excitement she had never experienced.

Then it was Marsha’s turn and Bobby groaned because she weighed even more than Lindsey. But her sweat pants were softer and the feel of her crotch against his bare back was pleasurable. She didn’t slap him as much, preferring to squeeze instead. Then Lindsey joined Marsha and he struggled to carry the pair before finally collapsing beneath them.

“That was fun!” Marsha exclaimed, “but we still didn’t get to milk him.”

“I have an idea,” Lindsey said. “Bobby, lay on your back on the newspapers.” He did so, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. Everything was on display. “His mushroom’s still growing,” Lindsey observed. Bobby flushed. Despite the embarrassment, being held between the legs of a pretty girl had its effects. “Marsh, sit here and hold this page up. You’re gonna get a front row seat.”

Marsha knelt between Bobby’s splayed legs and held up a newspaper between them, inches in front of his penis. Lindsey sat on his belly with her back to him. She took his member in her hands. Despite the humiliation, having a pretty girl sit on him and play with his organ had its effect. His excitement built up until he felt a steel rod spring from his crotch. Unable to see it with Lindsey in the way, he was willing to bet it had never been bigger. Then he exploded on to the newspaper Marsha held.

Lindsey was on the most comfortable seat ever. It was warm, soft, firm and perfectly contoured to her rear. Even better, it was the belly of her male tormentor who now lay naked beneath her. She held his organ and felt it pulse in her hands. Then it erupted. Beneath her Bobby bucked, giving her an exciting ride. Moist heat gathered in her crotch.

Bobby lay exhausted beneath her, wrestling with his feelings. On the one hand, he had been brought to the height of mortification at the hands and butts of the two younger girls. On the other, he had just experienced a level of bliss he had never felt before. When Lindsey rose and removed her weight from his belly, he was a little disappointed.

“Let’s wrap up that paper and stick it in a garbage bag,” Lindsey advised. “Marsh, since you didn’t get to milk him, you can clean him off if you want.”

“Sure,” Marsha agreed, “but I get to milk him next time.”

“Next time?” Bobby asked.

“Can’t you do this again?”

“Not for another hour at least.”

“Then we won’t have time for an encore performance.” She ran to the bathroom to get tissues, then knelt between his legs and wiped him down, making him feel like a baby. “It got smaller again,” she noted.

“It always does afterward,” he explained, blushing profusely.

“Here are your pants and shoes,” Lindsey said, taking them from under her blanket. Bobby rose and reached for his underpants. Lindsey pulled them out of reach. “Just climb in.”

He blushed again as she held them up so he could step into them like a small child being dressed. Then she repeated it with his pants. She let him put on his own shirt and shoes.

“I had a wonderful time, Bobby,” she said. “Thanks for playing. We must do this again sometime. How about the same time Tuesday?”

“How about never?” he growled.

“Now that’s not very nice, considering we could have called Carla to join us. If you don’t come back, we’ll have to amuse ourselves by watching the photos and videos. Marsha, what do you think about inviting some girls from school to come by and watch? We could make popcorn and have a party.”

“You can’t do that!” Bobby protested.

“Well, we won’t if we have something better planned. Maybe you’d like to come by right after school and we can discuss it?” she asked, with syrupy sweetness.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Now I’m gonna walk Marsha out through the front door and have a little argument with Carla who’s in the living room. That’ll give you the chance to sneak out the back door.”

Bobby walked home, his mind in turmoil. What a day of ups and downs! He had gotten to see Carla Hicks naked but then two little girls had stripped him naked and forced him to endure a series of humiliations. He would be seeing them at school every day. What’s more, they would be making him do it again and again.

They owned him.

Chapter 3

“What happened to you?” Evan asked when his older brother entered the house. “You look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.” Bobby started at his brother’s uncannily accurate description of what he had endured. “Where were you?”

“Just walking around thinking.”

“Daydreaming about Carla Hicks? I heard about your little argument. Harsh, Bro. But you have to stop perving on her.”

“I wasn’t perving on her!”

“You’re always perving on her! I’ve seen you stare at her in the schoolyard, at assemblies, at the pizza shop! You follow her around! No wonder she hates you! So why don’t you get a life and a girlfriend and leave her alone? Okay, maybe you can’t get a girlfriend, but still leave her alone.”

“Why can’t I get a girlfriend?”

Evan laughed. “Look at you! You’re five foot nothing, uncoordinated and not talented in anything. Okay, maybe there’s a female geek out there who appreciates that. So stop bothering Carla and look for one of those. What about Mara Wolf? Oh, right, she found somebody. What about Cassie Yates?”

“Get real! She’s a dork!”

“Look in the mirror.”

Bobby stormed up to his room angrily. It wasn’t fair! Why did Evan take everything from his father and leave him with nothing? Evan was tall, handsome and a good athlete. Bobby was short with average looks and a complete klutz. People meeting them for the first time assumed Evan was the older brother. Girls ignored Bobby and flirted with Evan, even girls Bobby’s age. Ever since Evan was eight and discovered that he was stronger than Bobby, he reveled in beating him up. He rarely missed an opportunity to embarrass him and put him down, as if life itself hadn’t already done an adequate job. It should have been Evan at the Hicks house today getting stripped and mortified by two girls in his class. It would have taught him some humility and the girls would have enjoyed it more.

The next morning as Bobby entered the school yard, he saw the girls chatting near the entrance. From the way they glanced at him surreptitiously, he knew they had been waiting for him. There was no way to avoid them.

“Hey,” Lindsey greeted him casually.

“Hey, T...Lindsey,” he returned. He caught himself before calling her Twiggy. “Marsha.”

“Hey, Mushroom.”

“Did you just call him Mushroom?” Mara asked.

Bobby’s ears burned as Marsha replied, “Yeah. It’s my nickname for him.”

“Why?”

“Cause he sort of looks like one with that haircut.”

Though he cringed as he walked away to their laughter, he was relieved she hadn’t given the real reason.

“You know, Lindsey’s right,” Carla said in class. “You do kinda look like a mushroom. Or at least one part of you does.”

For a moment, Bobby’s brain flared. Lindsey couldn’t have told her! Then he realized she wouldn’t have been able to do so without revealing the rest of what happened, including bringing him up to spy on her.

“Then we should call you strawberry because there’s at least one part of you that looks like one.”

Now it was Carla’s turn to freeze. “What are you talking about?”

“Next time you look in the mirror,” Bobby said slowly, watching the shock in her eyes, “take a good look at your nose.”

Relieved that he wasn’t talking about her secret birthmark, Carla walked away without responding.

During lunch, Lindsey and Marsha invited Cassie to join their table. She was something of a nerd, with her black plastic glasses, bargain-brand jeans and sneakers. Her hair in a long ponytail behind her, was a shade between dark blonde and brown. A few pounds over her ideal weight due to a sedentary lifestyle spent mostly in front of a computer screen, her round face made her appear heavier than she was.

Until recently, she was considered the second most pathetic girl in her glass, after Mara Wolf. For a long time Mara had harbored a crush on Chris Martin, the eighth grade hottie. He tolerated her presence because she helped him with homework and let him cheat off her on tests. Then some older girls, including Chris’s sister, Stella had taken Mara under their wing, given her a make-over and helped her choose a wardrobe. She exchanged her glasses for contacts, lost a few pounds and now she was actually cute. But something strange happened during the transformation. Chris now seemed to have a crush on her. It didn’t make sense since he could have his pick of any girl and though cute, Mara was far from beautiful. But now Chris followed her around, sat with her during lunch when she invited him and basically seemed to do anything she asked. What was stranger is that Mara had made it clear he was not her boyfriend. She was only his math tutor.

Now that Mara’s star had risen, Cassie had moved to last place. She wished someone would take her for a make-over and turn her into someone a boy would want to spend time with. Until then, her only friends were Mara - when she found the time - and Lindsey and Marsha - when they stepped out of their own bubble and remembered to include her.

“So what are we talking about today?” Cassie asked.

“Slavery,” Lindsey answered and Marsha giggled.

“Why? We’re not studying that now. And I didn’t think slavery was funny.”

“We’re not talking about black slavery,” Lindsey explained. “We were just discussing what we would do if we had a slave. Not a black slave. Just like someone from the school.”

“A boy?”

“That would be more fun.”

“Someone from our class?”

“Or a couple of years older.”

“A hot guy like Jerry Carter or a dork like Howie Stiller?”

“Since this is our fantasy, let’s make it a hot guy. He’s in your house and there’s no one there but you and him. You own him. What would you make him do?”

“Well, to start, I’d have him take off his clothes.”

“That’s a given.”

“Then I’d probably touch him everywhere.”

“Of course. And what else?”

“I guess it would depend on whether I liked him or hated him.”

“Say you hated him. Say he used to tease you a lot. What would you do?”

“Maybe put him over my knee and spank him on his bare butt.”

“This looks like an intense conversation. May I participate?”

“Sure, Mara. Pull up a chair.”

The girls filled her in on what they had been discussing. A gleam came into Mara’s eyes.

“Of course I’d want him naked but not all at once. The anticipation builds up your pleasure and his humiliation. Strip him to his underpants. Walk around him slowly. Touch him through his underpants. Pull out the back and take a peek. Pull out the front and take a peek. Put your hands inside and feel him without looking. Then slowly pull them down.”

The girls grew excited as she continued, “Put him across your lap and give him a spanking. It doesn’t have to hurt. The point is humiliation, not pain. Then rub his butt and make it better, like he’s a baby. Take him by the prick and lead him around the room. Put your hand under his butt and lead from behind. Make him get down on all fours and give you a horsey ride. Make him carry you on his shoulders.”

She added more ideas until the girls’ panties were damp and they were breathing hard.

“OMG, Mara!” Lindsey gasped. “You talk like you’ve been giving this a lot of thought.”

“Maybe more than just thought,” she smirked.

“She had a lot of great ideas,” Lindsey said as she walked to Marsha’s house that afternoon. “It was like she had done it. You don’t suppose that rumor about Chris is true?”

“Mara and Chris? Not in a million years.”

“For the past few years, she was following him around like a lovesick puppy. Then she got a make-over and suddenly he’s following her around.”

“He doesn’t follow her around. They don’t even sit at lunch together most of the time. And she’s been going out with Tommy. She only goes to Chris’s house to tutor him.”

“But sometimes he acts like he’s afraid of her,” Lindsey noted.

“Because if he doesn’t do well, she tells his mom and he gets punished. So he has to stay on her good side.”

“His wimpy little mom never punishes him.”

“I heard she leaves the punishment to his sister. That’s probably worse.”

“Tiny little Stella? What could she do to Chris? He’s bigger than her.”

“But he’s not bigger than her friend, Tanisha from the basketball team. I bet she keeps him in line.”

“Do you suppose Tanisha does to Chris what Mara described?” Lindsey asked. “Maybe Mara even watched or actually participated.”

“That would explain why Chris seems afraid of her.”

“Whatever the case, she sure had some good ideas. I can’t wait until Tuesday night.”

The next few days were similar, with insulting barbs traded between the Short brothers and others between the Hicks sisters. Carla and Bobby mostly avoided each other in school. Lindsey and Marsha greeted him regularly and managed to add a comment with a hidden meaning known only to them.

Then Tuesday arrived and with it, his dreaded visit to the Hicks house. This time no subterfuge was needed. Bobby walked the girls home ostensibly to help them with a computer graphics project. Carla would be out of the house at cheerleader practice. Once again Bobby was in Lindsey’s bedroom facing two smirking adolescents.

“Wait here,” Lindsey ordered, “and don’t you dare open the door or you’ll regret it.”

She flipped on the light to the closet. Then she and Marsha entered and closed the door. About a minute later they emerged. Lindsey had exchanged her jeans for a blue miniskirt which stopped a few inches above her knees, revealing her pencil-thin legs. Marsha was wearing a wrap-around skirt since she couldn’t fit into one of Lindsey’s. It appeared to consist of a wide orange scarf and displayed her chubby thighs.

“Let’s get started,” Lindsey said. “Lose the clothes, Mushroom.”

Bobby shucked his sneakers, socks and shirt but hesitated at his pants. The last time, they had been taken from him while he was powerless to prevent it. It was quite another thing to remove them voluntarily while two younger girls stared at him.

“Come on, Bobby! Or should I call a few friends to come over for a video party?”

With trembling fingers, Bobby opened his belt, unzipped and lowered his pants. He stepped out of them.

“You can stop now,” Lindsey said. “We want to savor this.”

The girls walked around him slowly as if dancing around a May pole. Lindsey reached out and squeezed his behind through his underpants. Marsha cupped his front. Then it was Marsha at his backside and Lindsey at his front. Marsha pulled out the back of his elastic band and stared at his bare behind. When she released it, Lindsey pulled in front at gazed down at his tiny organ. Bobby closed his eyes and fought back tears. He felt a female hand insert itself into his underwear and palm his crack. Another crept down his front and cupped his genitals. Girlish giggles filled his ears. He was beyond mortified. But at the same time, the tactile sensations were bringing him to arousal.

Then both hands moved down, taking his underpants along. He opened his eyes. Marsha was crouched behind him, no doubt staring at his bare butt. Lindsey was in front, gazing at his erect mushroom from inches away.

“She was right,” Lindsey remarked. “It’s so much more fun when you take your time.” Bobby had no idea who she was talking about. Lindsey sat down in a chair and patted her lap. “Come here, Bobby.”

“You want me to sit on your lap?” he asked incredulously.

“No, silly,” she giggled. “I want you to lay across it.”

“Why?” Then he understood. “No, please!”

“Don’t be such a baby! I’ll only give you three and I’ll make them light.”

With a groan, the high school boy lay across the lap of the thirteen-year-old girl. She adjusted her short skirt and his minuscule member was nestled in her nearly bare crotch. Her heat caused it to grow. She felt it too.

“Don’t you mess on my lap or I’ll make this a real spanking!”

Mara had been absolutely right, Lindsey realized. Planning ahead and taking your time made this so much better. Also wearing a short skirt instead of heavy jeans. The sensation of his penis trapped in her crotch was amazing, even if was only a mushroom. She had this naked high school boy across her lap and entirely at her mercy. Her right hand rubbed his bare behind and she could feel his reaction between her thighs. She raised her hand and brought it down. He jumped. She did it twice more. By then his member had shrunk.

Bobby lay across her lap with his eyes closed, fighting back tears. How had he been reduced to this? She rubbed his bare butt. His penis betrayed him and expanded. Then she delivered three stinging slaps. His erection disappeared.

“Good boy, Bobby. Now it’s Marsha’s turn.”

Once again he was over a girl’s lap. Enveloped in her chubby thighs, his penis began to grow again. She giggled, then administered three slaps. Once again, his member shrank.

He stood. Lindsey seized his organ in a firm yet gentle grip. Marsh put a hand between his legs from behind. They led him around the room. Then they traded places. Despite the humiliation, the tactile sensation restored his erection.

“Horsey rides!” Lindsey shouted.

Bobby crouched on all fours as she mounted him. Without the jeans, he could feel her pubic bone and moist heat against his back and her bare thighs rubbing his sides. It was almost like she was naked too. Then it was Marsha’s turn and with her padding, there was no dig of bone. He could feel every bit of her against him. Humiliation wrestled with excitement. After two revolutions of the room, Marsha dismounted.

“Now get on your knees,” Lindsey ordered. As he did so, she went behind him. Raising her short skirt to her waist, she straddled his shoulders. Bobby could feel her moist crotch against the back of his neck. “Shoulder ride! Let’s go!”

With a grunt, Bobby rose to his feet, lifting her. She made him carry her around the room several times while Marsha stared at the play of his bare butt and his stiffening member. Finally Lindsey ordered him to lower her to the ground. Then it was Marsha’s turn. Bobby had to strain to lift her. She weighed almost as much as he did. As he carried her, he realized he had his hands on the undersides of her bare legs and her bare inner thighs were pressed against his face. He had never had such intimate contact with a girl and he grew even more excited. But his back ached and he collapsed face down under her. She stood.

“Turn over,” Lindsey commanded.

Bobby complied. He lay on his back looking at the two girls who stood over him. With their shirt skirts, he could see all the way up to the thin cotton strips which were all that concealed their sex. Lindsey wore skimpy blue panties, Marsha, white. Bobby stared.

“He’s looking up our skirts!” Marsha complained.

“What did you expect? He’s a guy. We expected it. But she said it was worth it.”

“The last two rides were worth it.”

“Well, this one should be even better.”

Lindsey straddled him and sat down. Her hot crotch against him made his erection strain even further. Then Marsha sat down behind her, over his pelvis. His penis now poked up right between her thighs. The girls bounced on him. Then inch by inch, they moved up. Lindsey sat on his chest, her blue-covered juncture right before his eyes. Marsha’s crotch pressed against his for a moment, then she sat on his penis, then moved past it. Suddenly he couldn’t see as Lindsey sat on his face.

She bounced on him and rubbed herself against him. Though he couldn’t see it, he felt the strip of panty between her legs move aside and his lips touched her bare crotch. She didn’t appear to have any hair. Her smell was overpowering yet at the same time intoxicating. Bobby’s brain was shouting, “She’s sitting on my face!” while at the same time, it was screaming, “I’ve got my lips pressed against a girl’s naked pussy!”

Then Marsha took her place and it felt and smelled different, yet equally exciting. He heard snatches of conversation as the girls whispered.

“But he’ll see!”

“He can’t if you’re sitting on his face! And it feels so good!”

Marsha lifted herself a few inches, moved aside the strip of cloth between her legs and sat back down. Bobby caught a glimpse of dark curly hairs before they were pressed against his mouth.

“OMG! You’re right!”

Marsha rubbed against him and Bobby felt fluid cover his face. Just when he thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen, she sat up. He caught another flash of curly hair as she adjusted herself. Bobby sat up. Both girls were flushed and breathing heavily.

“That was incredible!” Marsha exclaimed.

“Just one thing left,” Lindsey said. “I always wanted to give an older boy a bath. Bobby, get in the tub.”

The girls soaped his butt and penis until he exploded. Then they made him clean the tub. Finally they allowed him to dress.

“Thanks for a lovely play date,” Lindsey said. “Let’s schedule the next one for Friday.”

“Come on!” Bobby protested. “How long will you keep this up?”

“As long as we want,” Lindsey smirked. “Unless you decide you don’t mind if all the girls at school see the video.”

“No!”

“Then we’ll see you Friday. Unless...”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you find us a suitable substitute. Like your brother.”

“How the heck can I get Evan to do this?”

“Maybe you can find out one of his secrets or get a video of him doing something so humiliating, he’d rather do this than have the school find out. You’re a smart guy, Bobby. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Chapter 4

Evan was standing in the front yard with his teammate, Chris Martin.

“Bobby, where were you?”

“I told you, he had a date with the Marshmallow,” Chris said. “Or was it the Twig?”

“It wasn’t a date!” Bobby protested. “I was helping them with a computer project.”

“We just came back from football practice. So why do you look like you’ve been running scrimmages?”

“You look exhausted,” Evan agreed. “Exactly what kind of project was this? Are you so hard up, you’re perving on eighth graders?”

“And the bottom of the barrel,” Chris added. “Even the eighth grade boys want nothing to do with them.”

“You’ve sunk to a new low, Bro,” Evan said.

“Hey, it was just a project!”

“So you won’t be going back?”

“Well, there’s still a bit more to do. I’ll probably finish on Friday.”

“And what are you getting out of it?” Bobby was silent. “Let me guess: you were hoping to see Carla.”

“Except she was at cheerleader practice, so you wasted your time,” Chris said. “And I bet she won’t be there on Friday either.”

“You’re a sucker, Bobby. But the real question is why would the girls ask you when they could ask Mara or Cassie? Does one of them have a crush on you? Or maybe both? Did you have a little three-way going on? Is that why you look so exhausted?”

“That’s an image I didn’t need!” Chris shouted. “The Mushroom, the Twig and the Marshmallow in a three-way!”

The younger boys laughed uproariously while Bobby stormed up to his room and slammed the door. It was bad enough that Evan had been blessed with height, good looks and athletic skills while he hadn’t, but did his own brother have to mock him constantly? He knew that tomorrow Evan would be spreading the story all over school. Even if he snuck into the Hicks house through the back door, sooner or later someone would see him and his excuse of helping them with a computer project would go out the window. No matter what he did - give into their blackmail or refuse and have his videos shown to others - his humiliation would last throughout high school and possibly beyond, unless he offered Evan up in his place. Considering the way his brother treated him, he deserved whatever he got.

Bobby unlocked his special cabinet of computer equipment. Here he kept items he had bought for projects he had fantasized about but never had the guts to actually carry out. There were several small black plastic devices with buttons on them and a ring to hold keys. They resembled the remote controllers for car alarms. But each actually contained a tiny microphone and high resolution camera. With a 16 gigabyte micro SD card installed, it could record for over an hour. Bobby secreted the devices in several places in Evan’s room and in the bathroom they shared.

As expected, Bobby was the target of many jokes the next morning, as were Lindsey and Marsha. Though they insisted they had only worked together on a project, their fellow students winked and nodded. Once again Cassie and Mara joined them for lunch.

“Does the current rumor circulating about you have any relationship to the topic we discussed at lunch recently?” Mara asked.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Lindsey responded unconvincingly.

“Don’t be disingenuous,” Mara said with a smile. “Not long ago you were inquiring about what to do to a male slave, presumably an older boy from this school. You also said hot but I believe you were just fantasizing about that. But what about the rest? Do you actually have a slave boy who does your wishes? Perhaps Bobby?”

“Why would you suspect something so crazy?”

“What makes it crazy? It’s been known to happen. Some boys are desperate to get close to a girl and if you play your cards right, you can make them do anything. It’s no secret Bobby’s hung up on your sister. You can use that.”

Once again Lindsey wondered about the rumors concerning Mara and Chris.

“Well, it’s true Bobby has a crush on Carla and he’ll do anything to get close to her,” she confirmed. “Like come over after school and help us with a computer project. Too bad he hasn’t figured out we only invite him over when she has cheerleading practice. I’d hate to see the fireworks if she ever found him in our house.”

Friday after school, Bobby found the girls waiting for him in front of the building.

“Enjoy your three way!” Chris called out.

“Cut it out, Chris!” Evan shouted.

“Why? You do it, too!”

“At home, not in school in front of everyone! Besides, he’s my brother. Brothers are supposed to tease each other.”

Bobby was surprised that Evan had defended him. He had always thought his brother hated him, just as he hated Evan. Could it be that he was just playing by some rule which said siblings had to pick on each other at home but there was actually a line he wouldn’t cross?

He followed the girls upstairs to Lindsey’s room. They turned to him expectantly.

“So?” Lindsey inquired. “Were you able to find a suitable substitute?”

Bobby’s hand clenched around the key chain camera in his pocket. On its 16 gigabyte micro SD card was a video he had edited from the recordings of the different cameras he had hidden in his brother’s room and bathroom. In one segment, Evan cavorted naked in front of his mirror with everything on display. In another, he masturbated. Bobby felt dirty spying on his brother like this but it was the only way to be free of his slavery. He was also somewhat upset to note that his brother had nothing to be ashamed of with regard to size. Still, if that video became public, he would be mortified and he would probably do anything - even agree to Lindsey’s and Marsha’s demands - to keep it secret.

Then Bobby remembered how Evan had stood up for him at school that day and not for the first time. While he only saw the girls arriving and leaving school, Evan was in class with them and would see them constantly. How would he learn in their presence? Evan wasn’t as smart as him. His only hope lay in a sports scholarship. How would he function at a game if the girls sat in the bleachers, reminding him of his ultimate humiliation at their hands?

Bobby had already undergone the girls’ gauntlet twice. It has been mortifying, but he survived. Some of it had even been pleasurable. Evan never had and Bobby couldn’t predict how it would affect him.

“Sorry,” he answered. “I couldn’t do it.”

There was a line he couldn’t cross.

Some time later, after they had groped him, spanked him, ridden on his back and shoulders, he was lying naked on his back while Marsha sat on his pelvis and Lindsey on his face. Suddenly the door burst open and a voice called out, “What the hell is going on?”

The speaker was female so Bobby was relieved that it wasn’t Lindsey’s father, the cop. But recognizing the voice, he wondered if it was even worse. It was Carla. He could not let her see him naked! She would have all the proof she needed to spread it all over school! Marsha jumped up in alarm, revealing him. Lindsey started to rise but Bobby grabbed her legs and pulled her back down. All he could think of at that moment was to hide his face.

“OMG, Bobby! What do you plan to do, lay there with Lindsey on top of you until I leave? Do you really think I can’t recognize you? That little mushroom between your legs gave you away and it’s even tinier than I thought! I left early because I suspected something weird was going on. I checked the computer yesterday and there was no new project. Now Lindsey, get off him!”

Lindsey stood up but Bobby couldn’t even appreciate the view he was being given of her crotch.

“Bobby, I can’t believe you’re such a perv, you’re making moves on eighth graders!”

“They blackmailed me into it!” he protested.

“What exactly could they have on you to make you agree to this against your will?”

“They tricked me and handcuffed me to the pipes! Then they stripped me and took photos and threatened to send them to the whole school unless I did what they wanted!”

To his shame, he started blubbering.

“Wow, Linz, I can’t believe you pulled it off!” Carla said approvingly. “But now the fun and games have to end. Give me the video and stay away from Bobby or I’ll tell Dad.”

Looking very upset, Lindsey pulled a book off her shelf and removed a secure digital card concealed inside. She handed it to Carla.

“That’s it, Bobby. They don’t have anything on you anymore.”

“What if they copied it to a computer and emailed it to themselves?”

“Do you see a computer in the room? Dad is paranoid when it comes to security. Our computer is downstairs where we share it. Dad checks it to see what we’ve emailed and what sites we’ve visited. He also checks our cell phones. And Marsha doesn’t have one. So this is the only copy,” she concluded, holding up the card, “and I’m holding it. I’ll be right back.”

She left the room and returned a minute later. By then Bobby was back in his trousers and was in the process of donning his shirt.

“You didn’t hafta get all dressed up on my account,” Carla smirked. “Follow me.”

She led him through the connecting bathroom, locking the door once they were in her bedroom. Bobby was in shock. He was in a place he had only visited in his fantasies, yet at the moment he wanted to be anywhere but here. Her room was similar to Lindsey’s, though the posters on the wall were of older celebrities in their late teens and early twenties. She had a large bed with four bedposts topped by brass or imitation balls. Her other furniture matched her bed.

She laughed. “I can’t believe you let those two little dorks own you! Maybe I should have let it continue, but I can’t stand Lindsey and people were starting to talk. So I just got you out from under them - literally.”

“Thanks, I guess,” he croaked, still crimson from what she had witnessed.

“Don’t thank me just yet. Now you said they handcuffed you to pipes. Which pipes? The ones behind Lindsey’s closet? And what did they say to get you in there?” Bobby remained silent. “Let me guess. They said you could see me naked, right? And you did. Your comment about my strawberry proves that. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Well, you’re about to find out.

“In case you don’t get it, I have the video you don’t want anyone to see, along with the proof of what everyone at school already suspects. If you didn’t want anyone to see that, you certainly don’t want them to hear you were lying naked on the floor with two eighth graders sitting on you, am I right?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, suspecting where she was headed.

“And if my dad sees that video, you could end up locked up and registered as a sex offender. That’s for life. So what are you waiting for? Take off those clothes. It won’t be anything I haven’t already seen, though I’ll hafta look at it twice just to see it once. Get moving!”

Once again his trembling hands reached for his belt. Maybe this should have been easier, since he had done this before and she had already seen him and this was one girl his age and not two eighth graders. But this was a girl he crushed on, who he both loved and hated, who would see him in class every day. But he had no choice. It was let her see what she had already seen or suffer public consequences. Carla took a seat while he stripped.

“Stand still, legs spread, hands on your head!” she snapped. He did so, drowning in humiliation. The prettiest girl in school was smirking at his pitiful organ. “I’ve seen bigger ones on little boys I’ve babysat! Now it’s time for your lesson. Get over here.” She patted her lap.

“You can’t be serious!”

“You act like a little boy and you look like a little boy, so I’m gonna treat you like one.”

Tears of humiliation stung his eyes as he draped himself over her lap. Her right hand rested on his bare butt. Once again shame wrestled with arousal as his penis nestled in the crotch of her skirt.

“Don’t you dare go off on me!” she shouted, slapping his rear.

Unlike her sister, she didn’t hold back. It stung and he jumped. She followed the first with four more. By the time she was finished, his rear was on fire and he was sobbing. His erection was gone.

“Now get off me!” she shouted.

He jumped up and rubbed his burning extremity. She smirked as he did the spank dance, his little mushroom bobbing around. Then she reached out and encased it in her hand.

“Look how tiny it is! The whole thing fits in one hand!” Mortification wrestled with excitement again. “Is this turning you on? That’s not what I had in mind.” She slowly began to squeeze until he doubled over and groaned. She relaxed her grip. “If I feel it getting bigger, I’ll squeeze harder.”

He looked down at the floor, thinking of cold showers, running naked in the snow, the hairy zit on the lunch lady’s chin, anything to keep from getting excited.

“Now get down on your hands and knees.”

She mounted him. In her short skirt, there was only a thin strip of material between her loins and his bare back. Being between her legs restored his excitement until she slapped his already stinging rear.

“Giddyup, horsey!” She made him carry her several times around the room until he collapsed under her.

“No, I won’t be sitting on your face,” she replied to his unasked question. “I think you’d enjoy that more than I would. I’ll hafta come up with some new things to try next time.”

“Next time?” he repeated.

“Did you think this was gonna be a one-shot deal? I expect to do this once a week until we graduate high school. Unless you don’t mind if everyone in school sees those videos.”

“No!”

“Then no more perving on me in school...”

“Believe me, after today I never want to look at you!”

“Well, you’re gonna have to. I expect to see you here next Friday after school. From now on, I own you!”

Chapter 5

“I hate her!” Lindsey exclaimed after Carla left the room, taking Bobby with her. “She always has to butt in! Now thanks to her, I couldn’t finish and I’m horny as hell!”

“So am I,” Marsha agreed. “I need a cold shower.”

“I’m too far gone for a cold shower. I’ll just take care of it right now.”

She dropped her skirt and panties, lay on her bed and got busy with her hand.

“Lindsey! I’m right here!”

“If it bothers you, don’t look.”

Moments later, the second girl copied her friend’s example. Heavy breathing and guttural gasps indicated completion. The girls got dressed.

“This sucks!” Lindsey complained. “We had a good thing going and Carla messed it up.”

“Yeah. We’re never gonna get another chance like that again.”

Lindsey sat up. “Why not?”

“Because Carla just took the video we had on Bobby.”

“So we get another video.”

“Bobby won’t fall for it again.”

“There are other boys. Some of them are even dumber than Bobby. And hotter.”

“Like Evan?”

“Exactly,” Lindsey agreed. “I bet he’ll fall for the same trick.”

“Won’t Bobby warn him?”

“Bobby would never tell him what happened. And I doubt Evan’ll tell Bobby that he’s been invited over to see Carla naked. And even if he does, why would Bobby warn him? He hates Evan.”

“If Carla catches us, she’ll tell your dad.”

“So we do it on Monday when I happen to know she’ll be out shopping until late. She doesn’t actually hafta be here. Evan just has to believe she is.”

“That’s brilliant!”

“Now we better go downstairs and start working on our homework or dad’ll ground me.”

Once again Bobby dragged himself home from the Hicks house, his mind in turmoil. Carla was his crush, correction: had been his crush. She was his age, in his class and he would be seeing her daily. How could he survive this?

“Wow! That must have been some three-way!” Evan commented when he entered.

“Cut it out!” Bobby snapped.

“So was I right? Carla never showed?”

“No, she showed. She showed a lot, actually.”

“What does that mean?”

“Never mind. Forget it.”

The next morning, Bobby cringed approaching the school yard. Lindsey and Marsha were chatting near the entrance.

“Thanks for the help with our project,” Lindsey said for the benefit of those listening. “Can we ask you a few more questions?” They stepped aside for some privacy. “So what did Carla do?”

“Some of the same things you did.”

“So you probably enjoyed it.”

“You think I enjoy being spanked?”

“Okay, maybe not that but you seemed to enjoy the rest of it.”

“Carla spanked me hard. Then she squeezed my privates until they hurt and rode me until I collapsed. She didn’t do any of the things I would have enjoyed.”

“I’m sorry. We never wanted Carla to find out.”

“Can you get that video back?”

“It’s a tiny digital card. It could be hidden anywhere in her room.”

“Thanks for nothing!”

“It didn’t work out so well for us either. We lost our boy toy.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“Like none of this was your fault? You’re the one who called us all those names and then came over to spy on Carla naked. We thought turnabout was fair play. Besides, we wanted to see if Evan was telling the truth.”

“Evan?”

“Who do you think told us about your tiny little mushroom?”

“Wasn’t it Carla?”

“No. Evan mentioned it to his friends on the team and it spread.”

Fury seized Bobby. To think that he could have gotten out from under by giving them a video which would have embarrassed his brother and he had not done so out of loyalty! He turned his back on them and went off to class.

“Mission accomplished,” Lindsey gloated. “Now there’s no way Bobby will warn Evan.”

“There he is with Chris Martin,” Marsha noted. “Wouldn’t it be great if we could get Chris, too?”

“Maybe after we get Evan, we’ll make Evan get us Chris. But we can only trick one at a time. We can’t handle two.”

“Hi, Evan!” Lindsey greeted him with her widest smile.

“Whadda ya want, Twig?” Evan shot back nastily. He actually found Lindsey cute but would never admit it in front of his friend.

“Never mind,” Lindsey said angrily. “I was gonna do you a favor but now I’m not.”

“What kind of favor?”

She glanced at Chris. Evan got the hint.

“Give me a minute to see what she wants,” he said. Evan and the girls stepped aside. “So what is it?”

“Did you ever wonder why Bobby comes over so much?”

“That’s obvious. He has a crush on Carla and hopes that if he hangs around you, he’ll get to see more of her.”

“Actually, he’s already seen more of her. All there is to see, in fact.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t stand Carla!”

“Not exactly a secret.”

“Well, I came up with a great revenge. She’ll never live it down. But you hafta keep quiet about it until I’m finished. You hafta promise that what I tell you stays between us. You can’t tell anyone. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“How’d you like to see Carla naked?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. There’s a place in my house from which you can see right into her bathroom. She takes a shower as soon as she comes home. How’d you like to be standing right on the other side of that wall watching her?”

Evan felt himself stirring as he pictured it. “Are you saying Bobby saw her?”

“A few times. But it’s getting hard to keep claiming he’s helping us with an assignment. That’s why we want someone from our class. Besides, we want a lot of boys to see her before she finds out.”

“What do I hafta do?”

“Can you be at my house about ten minutes to four? Carla gets home at four and you’ll need a few minutes to get in position.”

“I’ll see you then.”

Evan had even more trouble than usual concentrating in school that day. He kept imagining what he would be seeing that afternoon. Each time he passed Carla in the hall, his penis would twitch and he couldn’t stop himself from staring.

“Not you, too!” Carla groaned aloud. “Are you also a perv like your brother?”

Evan flushed but smirked inwardly, knowing the joke would be on her. At three forty five, he rang Lindsey’s doorbell.

“You’re early,” she noted, letting him in.

“Better early than late. What if Carla comes home early today?”

“Good thinking.’

The girls grinned as they led him upstairs. Now they would have a few more minutes with him. Carla would not be coming home until five. Lindsey asked him to remove his sneakers, claiming Carla might hear his footsteps. Evan complied. She brought him to the crawlspace and showed him the cracks from which he could peer into the bathroom. Upon discovering Bobby had spied on her, Carla had covered the cracks by hanging up some cheap framed artwork and additional mirrors. The girls had removed them prior to Evan’s visit and would return them when he left.

“This is perfect!” Evan exclaimed. “I can see most of the bathroom and right into the shower, at least when the curtain’s open. Hey, what the hell?”

He turned to his right where Lindsey had just cuffed his wrist to a pole. While he yanked fruitlessly at his bond, Marsha cuffed his left wrist.

“What’s going on?” Evan shouted.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lindsey responded rhetorically. “You’re our prisoner.”

“Very funny. Joke’s over. Let me go!”

“It’s no joke. This is the reason we brought you here. We’re finally gonna get you back for all those insulting comments.”

“This is kidnaping! Your dad’s a cop! I’ll press charges!”

“How will you explain what you were doing in the crawlspace behind my closet? Will you tell Dad you were peeking into Carla’s bathroom?”

Evan couldn’t think of a response. “What are you gonna do?”

“Have a little fun!” Lindsey replied, flipping on the light.

Evan stood facing the wall with his back to her wondering what she meant. In a moment he had his answer as Lindsey put her hands on his shoulders and jumped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Evan smiled. She didn’t weigh much and if she had asked him outright, he would have obliged. Carrying a pretty girl piggyback was hardly torture. Then his smile faded as he realized Marsha would be next. Suddenly he felt the snap of his jeans pop open.

“Get off!” he shouted.

“Okay,” she agreed, sliding off him.

“Stop!” he shouted, as the friction of her descent pulled his jeans down a few inches.

“Oooo, look what happened!” Lindsey squealed as Marsha giggled.

Evan suddenly realized his jeans hadn’t unsnapped accidentally. Marsha must have done it while he was distracted by Lindsey on his back. How far would they take this?

“Let me go right now!”

“Not happening.”

“At least pull up my pants!”

“That I can do.”

Lindsey grabbed both sides of the waistband and pulled the jeans down to the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, did you say up? I thought you said down.”

Evan couldn’t believe he was standing in front of two female classmates with his jeans on the floor and his underwear on full view.

“Cut it out!” he yelled.

“If I cut it up, what will you wear home?”

“Stop it already! If you don’t uncuff me this second, you’ll be in big trouble!”

“It looks like you’re the one in trouble. If I were in your position, I would be talking nicely, not making demands. In fact, your behavior just cost you.”

“Cost me what?” he asked with trepidation.

“Your underpants!” she called out, yanking down the back of the garment.

Evan was in shock at finding his bare behind exposed to the girls but still had to presence of mind to press against the wall, preventing his underwear from moving any further.

“Not bad,” Lindsey commented. Then to his horror, she palmed his crack and squeezed gently. “Feels good, too. Soft, yet firm. You gotta feel this, Marsh.”

Evan cringed as a second female hand became intimate with his posterior. Tears of humiliation stung his eyes.

“And now for the finale!” Lindsey announced. “Step back from the wall!”

“No way!”

“Yes way!” she said, delivering a stinging slap to his bare backside.

Evan hissed. That slap had hurt! But worse than the pain was the embarrassment of being spanked like this by a girl.

“My turn!” Marsha shouted, and a second slap was administered.

“Should we take turns or should we go together?” Lindsey asked.

“Stop!” Evan cried, tears finally spilling down his face.

“As soon as you step back from the wall. You know you’re gonna do it. You can do it now or after we spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week. Your decision. If I were you, I’d hurry up. You don’t want to be here when Carla gets home. She’s gonna want to join in.”

Evan groaned. The only thing worse than this was to have Carla participate. Realizing he had no choice, he stepped back from the wall. Lindsey wasted no time moving in front of him and seizing the waist band of his underpants. Evan closed his eyes as he felt himself being exposed.

Lindsey couldn’t believe this was happening. She was about to reveal the secret parts of a boy in her class, her tormentor and crush. She slowly lowered the garment down, exposing brown curly hair then the beginning of his manhood. She had to pull the underwear forward to clear the bulge which protruded about four inches. She knelt in front of him and stared.

Evan opened his eyes and beheld his classmate staring at his organ from inches away. He could feel her breath on it. To his shock, it began to grow.

“Marsh, you gotta see this! It’s much bigger than Bobby’s!”

Now two pairs of female eyes drank in his shame. Lindsey snapped photos with her cell phone. Then he was mortified as she took him in her hand.

“It’s much bigger than my hand!” she squealed. “Unlike Bobby’s.” She put her other hand between his legs and cupped his sack. “His balls are bigger, too.”

“My turn!” Marsha sang out.

Evan had thought he could not be more embarrassed but quickly discovered otherwise. Now fat Marshmetal manipulated his most private parts. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself somewhere else but couldn’t. Despite his shame, the tactile sensations were causing him to respond.

“Look how much bigger it grew!” Marsha exclaimed, as Lindsey recorded.

“You better stop before there’s an accident,” Lindsey advised.

Marsha bent down and tried to pull Evan’s pants off his feet. He resisted. She slapped his bare behind. Acknowledging defeat, he remained passive while she removed his pants and underpants. He stood there confined and naked from the waist down as the girls left the room.

He wondered what they had in store for him now. Would they keep him here until Carla returned home? Moments later, they entered the crawlspace.

“Okay, Evan, let’s review your situation,” Lindsey explained. “We have your pants, underpants and shoes. If you do what we want, you’ll get them back. If not, you’ll go home barefoot and wrapped in a towel. We have photos and videos of what just happened here. We can email them to all the girls in school or we can keep them between us. What’s it gonna be? Stay and play or run away and pay?”

“I’ll do what you want,” he croaked.

“Right choice.”

Lindsey unlocked the cuffs. Evan rubbed his chafed wrists while he pondered his next move. Overpower Lindsey, pull down her skirt and take photos? His cell phone was in his pants which she had hidden. Besides, he might be able to manage her but not Marsha at the same time. Grab her cell phone and delete the photos she had taken?

Almost as if she read his mind Lindsey said, “The photos and video are automatically emailed to me, so if you were thinking of grabbing my phone and deleting them, it won’t help.”

She was actually bluffing since her email could be read on the family computer downstairs which her father spot-checked, but she was certain Bobby hadn’t told Evan. She led him out of the crawlspace, through the closet and into her bedroom. Evan felt even more exposed here, standing in the center of a brightly lit girl’s bedroom, bare from the waist down.

“Take off your shirt,” Lindsey ordered.

Somehow he felt even more vulnerable. The girls looked him up and down, focusing below the waist. He stared at the floor.

“Get down on your hands and knees.”

Evan complied, feeling completely mortified. He knew the girls behind him were staring at his bare rear end and dangling manhood. What were they going to do next? Spank him?

It was even worse. Lindsey mounted him like a pony and slapped his rear.

“Giddy up, horsey!”

This was even better than Bobby, Lindsey decided. Evan was the handsome boy she crushed on and a classmate. Little shocks pulsed in her crotch as he move under her.

Evan crawled around the room, wishing the floor would open and swallow him - swallow them both. After several revolutions, things became worse. Lindsey rose and fat Marsha took her place. He strained under her weight. At least she didn’t spank him, she just palmed his crack as he moved. She rode him until he collapsed beneath her.

“Too bad Bobby isn’t here,” Lindsey commented. “We could have held races. Sit up!”

She straddled his shoulders and ordered him to carry her to the mirror. He stood there completely exposed, staring at their reflection. Lindsey’s skirt was so short, it all but disappeared behind his head. He could almost imagine that she was naked too and his neck was the only thing blocking his view of her crotch. Now that he thought about it, he could feel her pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck and realized his hands were cupping her bare thighs. It led to the inevitable physical reaction.

“It looks like Evan’s enjoying this,” Lindsey noted.

He flushed. She ordered him to put her down. He crouched so she could dismount. Then Marsha straddled his shoulders.

“Giddy up!” she shouted.

Marsha moaned at the pressure against her nearly bare crotch as the naked boy beneath her strained once, twice, three times before gaining his feet. He stood shakily in front of the mirror as she admired their reflection. No longer able to bear her weight, he sank to his knees. She dismounted.

“Please, no more!” he gasped.

“Don’t worry, it gets easier now,” Lindsey said. “Lie down on your back.”

He did so, feeling vulnerable with everything on display. The girls stood over him. From his prone position, he was able to see right up their short skirts. Lindsey wore skimpy pink panties, Marsha basic white.

“Enjoying the view?” Lindsey asked. “How about a close up?”

She straddled him and sat on his chest, legs splayed. Every crevice was clearly defined beneath the tight pink strip of cloth. He could not have gotten a better view until the next moment when she scooted forward. Now her hot crotch was pressed against his chin. Despite his humiliation, he could feel himself respond.

Then he felt a heavier weight as Marsha sat down right at the juncture of his legs. The underside of his penis was pressed against her panty-covered vagina. It became a steel bar. Lindsey rose to her knees and continued moving forward. Now her crotch filled his vision. He saw her hand come down and move the pink strip aside. For a moment, he stared right at her bare slit. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was seeing his first naked vagina! Then it was pressed against his mouth as she sat on him.

Her smell was both overpowering and intoxicating. Evan’s heart pounded. There was a naked vagina pressed against his lips. His face felt wet. Was he sweating? Then he realized it was coming from her. Was she peeing on him? No, it didn’t smell like it. In the meantime, Marsha was scooting forward. First her crotch was against his penis, then she was sitting on it, then she was on his chest.

Lindsey rocked back and forth on Evan’s face. The electric pulses in her crotch had turned into miniature lightning bolts. She moaned as her body was rocked by a high voltage shock. She fell forward and crouched on the carpet, gasping.

Evan barely had time to catch his breath when a white-covered crotch filled his view. Fingers pulled the material side and he caught a glimpse of curly black hairs before they were pressed against his face. Now Marsha bounced up and down, moaning her pleasure before she crouched on the carpet near Lindsey. Evan greedily sucked in air.

The girls stood over him and extended their hands. When he grasped them with his, they pulled him to his feet. Together they led him to the bathroom. It was awkward for him with his five inch flagpole extended. They pushed him into the shower where Lindsey turned on the water. The girls took bars of soap and lathered their hands. Then they transferred the suds to his body, paying particular attention to the areas below his waist.

Evan cringed and closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was naked in the shower with two female classmates touching him everywhere. As he let the water rinse his face, a pair of hands was explored his butt while another gently squeezed his sack and ran up and down his shaft. Despite his humiliation, their ministrations had the inevitable effect. He exploded and continued to do so for what seemed to be minutes before sinking to his knees.

“Wow! That was awesome!” Lindsey declared. “Much better than Bobby! Evan, while you’re down there, clean up after yourself.” She handed him a sponge. “Carla better not find any of your stuff there.”

Like an automaton, Evan kneeled and scrubbed the shower floor before turning off the spray. When he prepared to step out, Lindsey was waiting with a towel. She proceeded to pat him dry. Then she gazed at his crotch.

“It shrunk,” she noted, “but it’s still bigger than Bobby’s at his largest. How long before it wakes up again?” She reached between his legs and grabbed him gently in her fist. “Not even a twitch. I guess it will be a while. Come on.”

He followed her into her bedroom. From under her blanket she took his pants and underwear. She held out the underpants. When he reached for them, she shook her head.

“No, climb in.”

He flushed, feeling like a little boy being dressed. Marsha helped him into his pants.

“We had fun,” Lindsey said. “I believe you had some fun, too.”

“You call being stripped, pawed and ridden fun?” Evan protested.

“Judging by your reaction at the end, you enjoyed it.”

“That was an involuntary reaction!”

“But an enjoyable one. I hope you feel that way because we’ll be doing this again in two days. We’ll give you a day to rest up.”

“There’s no way I’m coming back here!”

“Then I guess we’ll have to invite all the girls over to watch the video.”

“You can’t!”

“Either you let us see what we’ve already seen or a whole bunch of girls are gonna see you for the first time. Your choice.”

Evan couldn’t see any way out.

“I’ll be here,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

As he staggered home fighting tears he realized that they owned him.

Chapter 6

“I know you didn’t have practice today,” Bobby commented when his brother staggered in, “so why do you look like you’ve been ridden hard and put away wet?”

“Why didn’t you warn me?” Evan shouted.

“Warn you about what?”

“Twiggy and Marshmetal!”

“Lindsey and Marsha? Don’t tell me they invited you up to see Carla naked?”

“Yeah, they did. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was too embarrassed! And why should I tell you anyway?”

“To warn me! Now they got me, too!”

“This whole thing was your fault! If you hadn’t opened your big mouth about my little..uh, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Hey, I’m sorry about that. The guys were chewing the fat and it sorta came up. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Lindsey and Marsha heard about it so they decided to find out for themselves,” Bobby explained.

“So they tricked me in order to compare the two of us.”

“I can’t believe you fell for it. Carla doesn’t get home today until five.”

“You fell for it!”

“She was home when I was there. At least I got to see that.”

“You saw Carla naked?”

“That was the point of going.”

“At least you got something out of it.”

“I’m not so sure that was a good thing,” Bobby said. “A few days later, Carla came home early and caught us.”

“So Carla saw you naked?”

“Yeah.”

“At least you got to see her naked.”

“And she figured out that I did, so she took her revenge. Now I’m her slave.”

“Wow! So you’re the slave of three girls?”

“No. Carla took Lindsey’s media card with the videos of me so Lindsey has nothing over me.”

“Didn’t she copy those videos to her computer?”

“The computer’s in the living room and her dad spot checks it. Also her phone. All she had was that media card.”

“Darn it! I could have taken her phone away and erased it!”

“Too late now. That card is hidden in her room.”

“So I’m their slave and you’re Carla’s slave. I think you still got the better deal.”

“Think again. Some of the things Lindsey did to me actually felt good. Humiliating but good. What Carla does is humiliating and painful.”

“Then it’s a good thing Carla and Lindsey hate each other. Otherwise they would have made us run races.”

“What was that?”

“Lindsey said it was too bad you weren’t there,” Evan explained. “She would have made us run horsey races. But since she and Carla are enemies, she won’t tell her about me, so at least that won’t happen.”

For a moment, the two brothers in experience sat in silence which was broken when Evan began to cry.

“What am I gonna do? I’ll see them in school every day and they’re gonna keep doing this to me a few times a week for how long? Until we graduate high school?”

“And what am I gonna do? Carla’s gonna torture me until we graduate!”

Once again they fell into silent contemplation until Bobby spoke.

“I’m coming up with an idea for how to get us out of this. It’s a little tricky but I think it could work.”

“What is it?”

“Let me work out the details.”

The following days in school were torture for the brothers. The girls smirked at them and made veiled comments about what had happened and what was to come. The boys couldn’t meet their gaze and spent much of the time looking at the floor.

“So how’s your plan coming?” Evan asked.

“Almost finished.”

“Well, you better finish quick. I’m supposed to meet them in a few minutes.”

“I know. You’ll hafta go ahead as if nothing’s changed. Just remember when the time comes to follow my lead.”

Mystified, Evan made his way slowly to Lindsey’s house. She opened the door as soon as he rang.

“Hi, Evan! Thanks for coming. We’ve got a lot of fun planned for today so why don’t we go up and get started?” He followed them up the stairs to Lindsey’s bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable. Take off your shoes...and everything else.”

They giggled as he removed his shoes then his shirt. His pants followed more slowly. Now he stood in front of them in just his tighty-whities.

“Keep going,” Lindsey urged.

Evan froze. Last time this had been done to him while he was cuffed and unable to resist. Now they expected him to do it voluntarily and he was having difficulty carrying out the demand.

“Feeling shy?” Lindsey asked. “It’s not like we haven’t seen it before. But I’m glad to help.”

“Hey, Linz, you got it last time,” Marsha chided her.

“You’re right. It’s your turn.”

Evan cringed as fat Marsha walked up to him with a wide grin and pulled out the front of his waistband. She looked inside. To his shock, his organ began to respond.

“Hey, little Evan wants to play!” Marsha exclaimed.

She lowered the garment to his ankles, kneeling in front of him. He could feel her breath on his four inch extension and suppressed the urge to ram it into her mouth. There was no telling what revenge they would take on him for that.

The doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” Lindsey wondered. “I’ll go check and be right back.”

While she was out of the room, Evan stared at the floor as Marsha walked around him filling her eyes with the sight of his bare butt and stiff manhood. A minute later, the tramping of a pair of feet sounded on the stairs. Since Lindsey had removed her sneakers, Evan knew it couldn’t be her. He quickly ducked into the closet.

“You’ll never believe who came to visit!” Lindsey exclaimed, entering the room, followed by someone else.

“I know Evan’s here,” Bobby said. “I heard you wanted to hold races.”

“And you want to join us?” Marsha asked incredulously.

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”

Evan poked his head out of the closet and stared at his brother in disbelief. Bobby gazed back with an expression which said, “Just go along with it.”

“Okay, Bobby,” Lindsey agreed, “start taking those clothes off.”

He removed his shoes, started to peel off his shirt, then paused.

“Aren’t you taking your clothes off?” he asked Lindsey.

“Me? Hardly.”

“But that’s all part of the fun!”

“For you. Not for me.”

“Why do you get to have all the fun?”

“Because we’re the ones with the videos of Evan.”

“Of Evan. Not me,” Bobby pointed out.

“I know that. That’s why I’m surprised you’re here.”

“I’m here because today it’s my turn to play. I have something interesting to show you.”

He held out his cell phone. To the girl’s horror, they saw a video recorded in Lindsey’s bedroom only days before. They were naked from the waist down, masturbating.

“OMG! How?!” Lindsey sputtered.

“Remember when you said you would let me off the hook if I got you video on Evan? Well, I was planning to but then I decided it was wrong to betray my own brother. Too bad for you I didn’t know he was the one who told you about my...uh..mushroom. If I had, I would have done what you asked. Instead I decided to turn the tables. I hid my little camera in this room and captured what you just saw.”

Lindsey was seized by a terrible thought and nausea overcame her.

“OMG! Who else saw that video?”

“No one.”

“That you know of. What if someone else got the transmission from the camera?”

“The camera doesn’t transmit. It records to a micro SD card.”

“So when did you get it? You haven’t been here in a few days.”

“I planted it the day Carla caught us. After she was finished with me, I came back into this room to get my shoes. You were gone so I traded a blank micro SD card for the one in the camera. I couldn’t believe I hit pay dirt so quickly. Thanks for the show.”

“It was all your stupid idea, Lindsey!” Marsha sobbed. “I wanted to wait until I got home!”

“Thanks for the double header,” Bobby said with a smile. “Now it’s my turn to ask the questions. Are you gonna let me see what I’ve already seen or should I let the whole school see it for the first time?”

“You show that to anyone and we’ll show everyone what we have on Evan.”

“That’s your move? Scorched earth?”

“Scorched what?”

“Scorched earth. Two sides use everything they have to destroy each other and in the end, no one wins. If I destroy you, you’ll destroy Evan.”

“Isn’t that what they call a Mexican standoff?”

“No. That’s when I have something on you and you have something on me. You don’t have anything on me, remember?”

“And you don’t care if we destroy Evan?”

“I’d prefer you didn’t but considering this whole thing was his fault, I won’t be terribly upset. I’d be a lot more upset if I had to walk around for the next few years remembering what you did to me and passing up the opportunity for a little payback. So what’s it gonna be? Do I stay and play or leave and make you pay?”

A cold boulder settled in Lindsey’s stomach. She could see no way out.

“Whatever you say,” she whispered.

“I was hoping you’d see it that way. Now there’s something I want to see. Let’s go.”

Flushing and staring at the floor, Lindsey removed her shirt, revealing a pink training bra. She unsnapped her denim micro skirt and let it drop to the floor. Now she stood before them in matching bra and skimpy panties.

“Keep going,” Bobby urged.

Tears stinging her eyes, she let the bra fall, unveiling buds about the size of egg yolks.

“Talk about mushrooms,” Bobby commented with a grin.

“Carla was the same size when she was my age,” Lindsey wept. Then anger overcame her and she shouted, “I’m gonna grow! You’ll always be a little mushroom!”

“Not a good idea to insult me just now. I have to decide what that’s gonna cost you. In the meantime, you have one last item to remove.”

“I can’t!”

“Then permit me.”

Hands trembling with excitement, Bobby placed his palms on either side of Lindsey’s waist and stuck his thumbs in the elastic band of her panties. Slowly he pulled down. The blonde hair at her crotch was so sparse and fine, it could hardly be seen. He knelt in front of her, pushing her panties to her ankles and examining her from inches away.

Evan stared in astonishment from the closet. Lindsey had her back to him, so he couldn’t see the buds on her chest but he had a clear view of her creamy backside. He wished she would turn around so he could see her slit. He knew he could step out and take a look but he was naked and his clothes were across the room. Then he realized he wouldn’t be showing anything they hadn’t already seen. He moved to stand in front of her and drink in the sight.

“Your turn, Marsh,” Bobby announced.

The girl began to tremble. Could she really bring herself to reveal her plump body to two boys, one of them her secret crush? But the alternative was too hideous to contemplate: having that humiliating video shown to everyone in school. Surely this was the lesser of two evils? With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her blouse.

Though it was simple white, what she wore beneath was not a training bra. She unwound the wrap-around skirt and revealed white Hanes panties which strained to contain her assets. She struggled to release the bra which fell to the floor, no longer concealing breasts the size of half a grapefruit.

Bobby thrust his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slowly drew them down. As he already knew, her slit was covered with curly black hair. His pulse quickened. Even though Lindsey was the prettier one, the skinnier one, there was something about Marsha’s curves and bulging stomach which intrigued him. Her body was more womanly.

“Turn around,” he ordered and they complied.

His eyes moved from Lindsey’s skinny behind to Marsha’s bountiful one. He placed a palm over her crack and squeezed gently. His mushroom stiffened.

Marsha cringed. A boy was squeezing her bare behind! And not even a particularly handsome boy like Evan but a dork! She wondered if having Evan do it would have been better or worse. She soon found out because Bobby moved on to Lindsey and Evan took over. It was far worse, she discovered, to be molested by a classmate and her secret crush.

Lindsey was faring no better. After Bobby finished groping her butt, he delivered a few hard slaps. Not to be outdone, Evan did the same to Marsha. Though it was only three slaps each, the girls were sobbing by the time the boys were done, more from humiliation than pain.

“Turn around,” Bobby ordered again.

Now he ran his palms over Lindsey’s diminutive buds. Other than the excitement he felt at the knowledge that he was touching his first pair of female boobs, it didn’t feel a whole lot different than when he soaped his own chest in the shower. He let his right hand trail down her taut belly to the juncture between her legs, feeling the barely discernable hairs. Then his fingers traced her opening and his mind exploded at the realization that he was touching an actual vagina!

Even squeezing her eyes shut did not prevent tears from dripping down her face. How could she be standing naked in her room while a boy touched her most private place? Marsha was just as mortified while her male classmate pawed her bountiful breasts. To her shock, her nipples stiffened against his palms. Then he rubbed her bulging belly before cupping her sex.

“Now it’s play time!” Bobby announced. “Lindsey, you asked for races. I’ll give you what you want. Both of you get down on all fours.” At her look of shock, he added, “Did you think we were gonna volunteer to be your horses, after what you did to us? Today it’s your turn.”

Flushing, the girls complied. They crouched on the carpet while the boys behind them filled their eyes with the sight of two bare female backsides. Bobby peeled of his shirt, shucked his pants, then freed his mushroom from its confinement.

“What are you doing?” Lindsey asking, looking over her shoulder.

“I think it’ll be more fun this way. We don’t have any secrets between us anymore.”

Bobby mounted Lindsey. The feel of her warm bare flesh against his was indescribable. He had fantasized about Carla many times and from behind, Lindsey resembled her sister. His mushroom swelled to about two inches.

Lindsey wanted to die. She couldn’t believe she was on all fours playing naked horsey to a boy. Despite his slight build, he weighed more than she did. Beside her Marsha crouched with Evan on her back.

“The finish line is at the opposite end of the room,” Bobby said. “The loser will have to carry both of us. Ready, set, giddyup!”

The girls crawled for all they were worth. Bobby relished the sensation of the pretty, nude girl straining beneath him. Marsha beat them by several seconds.

“Now we trade ponies and go for two out of three!”

Mounting Marsha was even more exciting. Because of her padding, he sank into her. By the time they reached the opposite wall, he had grown to three inches. Because Evan weighed more than Bobby, Marsha won by several feet.

“No!” Lindsey cried. “I can’t carry both of you!”

“That’s okay,” Bobby calmed her, “I only said that to make sure you put in some effort. I won’t make you do it, even though you made me.”

In reality, he just wanted to keep his seat on Marsha a little longer. The pleasure building in his loins was incredible.

“Last challenge of the day and this is the easiest,” he said, rising. “Turn over.”

The girls did so and lay on their backs on the carpet, feeling extremely vulnerable with the boys standing over them. Bobby straddled Marsha and sat on her belly. Leaning forward, he palmed her generous breasts. His excitement mounted and he felt a pressure building. Suddenly he erupted.

“OMG! Gross! Get off me!” Marsha shrieked.

Bobby rose then held out his hand and helped her to her feet. She fled to the shower. He joined her. Lathering his hands, he transferred the suds to her body, exploring every inch. Due to his recent activity, his shrunken mushroom didn’t twitch. Marsha endured his attention in silence, until he rubbed her crotch.

“As long as you’re there, could you rub a little harder?” she whispered. When he complied she directed, “Use your fingers, right there. A little more...”

Soon she was moving and gasping along with his action. They finished, toweled off and went out to join the others. Lindsey was still on her back with Evan straddling her, palming her barely discernable bosom.

“It’s not happening for me, Bro,” he complained.

“Take her into the shower,” Bobby advised.

“If you cooperate, it will happen for both of you,” Marsha added.

Evan rose from Lindsay’s belly and extended a hand to help her stand. The two walked off to the shower together. Bobby pulled on his underpants. Marsha began to step in hers.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She paused, her underpants still around her ankles. “Getting dressed.”

“I didn’t tell you to get dressed.”

She flushed, remembering that he was still calling the shots. “Aren’t you finished?”

“I want you to see what it feels like to be the only naked person in the room.”

She crimsoned. “It feels humiliating! But not as bad as the other stuff you did to us!”

“What about what you did to me?”

“What about the names you called us?”

“That was just talk! It wasn’t anything like this!”

She was silent as he pulled on his pants.

“You came over to see Carla naked!” she reminded him. “Don’t you think she would have been humiliated?”

“She wasn’t supposed to find out!”

“Of course she was! Wasn’t that part of Lindsay’s whole plan - to let some boys see her and then let her know she’d been seen? And what about your comments about her strawberry? Weren’t those meant to let her know you’d seen her?”

Now it was his turn to be silent for a moment.

“Okay,” he conceded, “maybe we all deserved what happened. But you did a hell of a lot more to me than I did to you and I want to even the score.”

He sat down on Lindsay’s bed and patted his knee. Marsha stared. He repeated the gesture, his intention clear. Blushing, she sat across his lap. He reveled in her warm weight, her bountiful bosom just inches from his eyes, the dark hair of her crotch directly below. The side of her breast rubbed pleasurably against his bare chest. He dropped his hand to her curly nest. She flushed at the indignity, while her nude bottom chafed against his jeans.

His right leg began to hurt from bearing almost her entire weight. He stood, putting her on her feet. Then her turned her to face him. Cupping her bottom in his hands, he lifted her and sat back down, forcing her to straddle his lap. Now his bare chest was pressed against hers and his clothed crotch poked into her naked one. Despite having recently found release, his mushroom twitched. Despite her humiliation, Marsha felt her loins beginning to pulse. He felt a trickle against his hands and removed them from her buttocks to stare at them.

“I have to blow-dry my hair,” she explained.

“Go ahead but make it quick.”

He watched as the nude girl dried and combed her hair. When she finished, she returned to straddle his lap again.

In the shower, Lindsay’s heart began to pound. Though she had imagined scenes like this and had even played some of them out, she was no longer the one in charge. He was and he would want revenge. They stood under the warm spray. Evan lathered up his hands and transferred the suds to her body, exploring and probing every inch. Lindsay endured it in shame, though some of his ministrations made her pulse race.

“Your turn,” he said.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Don’t you want a turn? You seem to enjoy it last time.”

She wasted no time lathering his body, from his well-developed chest to his muscular buttocks to his growing member. Despite her efforts, he didn’t find release.

“I thought that would work,” he said in disappointment. His gaze dropped to her crotch. He cupped her behind and pulled her closer.

“No!” she shouted, pushing against him. “We are not having sex!”

“Hey, that’s not what I had in mind! I wasn’t planning on going inside. Spread your legs a little.”

He lifted her with his hands cupped under her butt and thrust his penis into the juncture between her legs. Then he lowered her until she was all but sitting on his rigid member. She squeezed her legs together, trapping him between them. There was a pulsing in her crotch. Was that him or her? It was both, she realized, as he exploded with a groan. He sank to the floor, she straddling his lap. The pulsing in her crotch grew to miniature lightning bolts. For long moments, they both gasped.

“That worked,” Evan said when he caught his breath.

“It worked for me, too. Looks like Marsha was right.”

They toweled off and entered the bedroom, where a naked Marsha was straddling Bobby’s lap.

“So did it work for you?” Bobby asked.

“You bet! What now?”

“Pull on your pants. Linz, you might want to blow dry your hair.”

“Let me get dressed first.”

“No. I’m enjoying the view.”

Blushing, Lindsay dried her hair, conscious of the male eyes starting at her exposure.

“What now?” she asked.

“One last thing to complete this session,” Bobby said. He rose, lowering Marsha to her feet. Crossing the room, he picked up her skimpy pink panties and held them out. “Climb in.”

Crimson with embarrassment, Lindsay stepped into the garment he held. Bobby slowly pulled them up to her waist, reluctantly concealing the first vagina he had ever seen. Then he strapped her into her bra. Next he put on her shirt and skirt as if she were a life sized doll. Then it was a blushing Marsha’s turn. Now Bobby put on his own shirt. Evan was already fully dressed.

“Let’s review where we stand,” Bobby said. “Thanks to you, Carla owns me and you own Evan and I own you. You can continue making Evan play your games but whatever you do to him he can make you do when it’s my turn to play.”

“You plan on doing this again?” Lindsey gasped.

“Why not? I had fun. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said sarcastically. “Enough to last me a lifetime.”

“Didn’t you get enough revenge?” Marsha asked tearfully.

“Didn’t you make me come back several times?” he reminded her. “And you would have kept on doing it if Carla hadn’t taken that card. Now I have to come back to keep Carla happy and that’s no fun for me. So the only way I can recover any part of my dignity after one of her sessions is to have one with you.”

“So how long will this last?” Lindsey moaned. “A month? A year?”

“As long as Carla makes me play her sadistic games. If you want this to stop, get that media card back from her.”

“But that card is so tiny. It could be anywhere in her room!”

“I have a plan to find it,” Bobby said. “But I’m gonna need your help. Are you with me?”

Lindsey nodded.

Chapter 7

“I’d better get going before Carla comes home,” Bobby decided. “You guys can pretend to be studying together, but I’m not in your class.”

“Better use the back door, just in case,” Lindsey suggested.

Several minutes after he departed, Carla entered the room where the trio was innocently gathered around their math books.

“What are you doing studying with Evan?” Carla asked. “I thought you said he was a moron.”

“We hafta explain the concepts to him,” Lindsey said. “That way we can be sure we understand them. So having him here helps us.”

“You got it backwards! You should study with Bobby and play with Evan instead of the other way around.”

“What’s she talking about?” Evan asked, playing innocent.

Carla laughed. “You mean he doesn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Bobby helped us with a school project a few days ago,” Lindsey explained. “You knew that.”

“Sure, a school project,” Carla said sarcastically. “You invited the wrong brother for each purpose.” Then her eyes narrowed. She reached out and touched Evan’s hair, then her sister’s. “Why is your hair wet?”

“I took a shower when I came home from school,” Lindsey replied unconvincingly.

“Together with Evan?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why is his hair wet?”

“I ran here after school,” Evan ventured.

“You’re not flushed or sweating. So what’s going on?” Understanding dawned. “Oh my gosh! You pulled the same trick on him! Only this time you figured out I didn’t even have to be here! So, Evan, was what they did to you worth the peek into my empty bathroom?”

Evan blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do! So where’s the media card?” Lindsey didn’t respond. “Do you want me to tell Dad what you did?”

Reluctantly, Lindsey pulled a book from the shelf and removed the tiny card she had concealed inside. Her sister grabbed it.

“No!” Evan protested. “You promised me if I did everything you said, no one would see it!”

“I’m sorry but neither of us wants her to tell my dad.”

“I’ll be in my room watching the show,” Carla said. “Evan, I’ll tell you later what you’ll hafta do for me to make sure no one else sees it.”

“So now Lindsey has nothing on me but Carla owns both of us,” Evan reported to Bobby later. “Your plan better work.”

On Friday afternoon Bobby rang Carla’s doorbell. He was here at her invitation to be subjected to another painful and humiliating torture session. She answered the door barefoot, in a tank top and mini skirt. Bobby stared at her appreciatively.

“Are you getting turned on?” she asked as he entered. “Then I might actually be able to see your mushroom this time.”

He followed her up to her room and pointed at the open bathroom door.

“Shouldn’t you lock that?”

“No point. Linz is over at Marsha’s house. Now get comfortable. Take off all your clothes.”

“I wouldn’t find that comfortable.”

“Then get uncomfortable. Hurry up!”

“I believe in ladies first.”

“If I recall correctly, I was first, which is why you’re here.”

“And then it was my turn which means right now it’s your turn again.”

“Just shut up and start stripping!”

“Hey, no need to get nasty. I asked you nicely.”

“Are you going to take your clothes off or do you want your video all over school?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I don’t understand you.”

“Then I’ll speak more slowly. Are you going to take your clothes off or do you want your video all over school?”

“What video?”

“This one.”

Bobby held up his cell phone. To Carla’s horror, it displayed a scene recorded only days before. She had hurried home after school cheerleading practice, still sweaty from her exertion. Entering her room, she hastily stripped off her clothes and prepared to shower. She paused to admire her magnificent body in the full length mirror, gyrating to inspect every angle. She had done some push-ups, sit-ups and deep knee bends. Every crevice was clearly revealed in high resolution.

Now it was Carla’s turn to flush. “OMG! You show that to anyone and your video goes on the internet. Evan’s too.”

“What videos?” Bobby smirked.

“The ones I have of you.”

“Are you sure you still have them?”

“Yes, I’m sure. You’re just trying to fool me into checking so you’ll see where I hid them.”

“I know where you hid them. Those brass balls on your bed are hollow and unscrew. You put them in the one on the right.” Her jaw dropped as he continued. “We wanted you to find Evan here and figure out there was a video of him. Immediately after watching it, you hid it with mine. I got it all on this video.”

For the past few days, Lindsey had been replacing the media cards in the hidden cameras in Carla’s room with fresh ones and giving the full ones to Bobby. When he learned where she had hidden the cards containing his and Evan’s video, he had traded her those cards for the one he had recorded of her and Marsha.

“You show that to anyone and I’ll tell my dad!” Carla threatened. “You’ll be arrested!”

“If I post these anonymously, how will you explain to him how you know I’m behind it? You’ll have to tell why I was in this house and how I got access to your room.”

“So I’ll tell him the whole story.”

“Then he’ll have to arrest Lindsey, Marsha and you, too. He won’t want to do that, so he’ll bury the whole thing. By then your video will have gotten a million views.”

“No!” she gasped, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’d never be able to go to school again or even step out the front door! Everyone in town will know about it!”

“Not just in town,” Bobby reminded her. “What about the college you’ll attend? The future job you’ll have? Wherever you go, you’ll constantly be wondering who saw the video. Though I’m sure plenty of people will let you know.”

She sank to her knees, sobbing. Bobby felt a pang in his chest. In his fantasies, he was her protector, not the cause of her tears.

“Stop crying,” he said, “I’m not gonna post it.”

“You’re not?”

“Not as long as I get to even the score.”

“So what do you want?”

“You’re gonna do the same things you made me do. After that it’s over. We won’t be meeting here again unless I ask for it. But whether or not I do will be up to you. When we go back to school, you won’t be smirking at me and making mushroom comments.”

“And you’ll hafta stop perving on me.”

“After today, I won’t have to. I’ll know all your secrets.”

“And I know yours.”

“Exactly. But only I will have proof. So you just act civil to me and this ends today. Now lose the clothes.”

The tears flowed anew as she removed her tank top, revealing a perfect pair of apple sized breasts topped by pert pink nipples. She crossed her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to conceal them.

“You can stand like that for a minute, if you like,” Bobby said in a shaky voice. “I’ll get to those after I check out the rest.”

He slid his trembling thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slowly slid it down. Now she stood before him in skimpy pink panties. He slowly slid them down, revealing fine blonde fur and the strawberry mark he had seen earlier. He traced it with his thumb, surprised to find that he couldn’t actually feel it on her skin.

Carla shuddered as a boy in her class - and a nerdy one at that - touched her barely an inch from her most private place. She wept as she realized worse was yet to come. Bobby sat down and patted his lap.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easier on you than you went on me,” he assured her.

She draped herself over his lap. Bobby stared at the most perfect derriere he had ever seen just inches away. He put his hand on the crack and felt his mushroom extend. He lifted his hand and let it drop. Smack! A pink hand print appeared on the pale flesh. Carla jerked and squealed. He gave her two more.

“Stand up!” he ordered.

Sobbing, she complied. Bobby stood behind her and rubbed her fleshy globes until his hand prints faded. Then he moved in front of her and palmed her breasts. They were the perfect blend of soft and firm.

“If I really wanted to get my full revenge, I would squeeze until you screamed,” he said. “Though I don’t think tits are as sensitive to pain as balls.”

She cringed as he ran his hand over her taut belly and down to her fur. Then it was between her legs. Bobby’s heart pounded. He was not only touching a vagina, it was Carla’s. Every boy in school would want to trade places with him now!

He walked around behind her again.

“Get down on your hands and knees.”

She complied, steeling herself for what was coming. She heard the rustle of cloth and glanced over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I discovered it’s so much more fun like this.”

He mounted her and to her shock she found herself not only nude, but being ridden like a pony by a boy equally bare. Bobby’s pulse raced. Beautiful Carla Hicks was nude and pressed against his naked loins giving him a horsey ride. During the second revolution of her room, she collapsed beneath him. He rose slightly and ordered her to turn over. Then he straddled her and rubbed her breasts. His mushroom probed her belly until the inevitable happened.

“Gross! Get off me!” she shouted.

He followed her into the shower, where he soaped every inch of her body. He toweled off and dressed while she blow-dried her hair, still naked at his request. Then he dressed her like a doll, holding up her panties so she could step into them, stowing her breasts into the tank top.

“Are we finished?” she asked.

“That depends on you. Now we’re pretty even. If you treat me civilly in class, this is where it ends.”

“And no one sees that video?”

“No one but Evan. It’s only fair since you saw his. So I’ll him see it just one time.”

“And then you’ll delete it?” When he hesitated, she said, “You hafta delete it! You know these things always end up being found!”

“I’m going to delete it off my phone right now,” he promised. “I only put it there to show you. I already deleted the media card after copying to my computer. That copy is well hidden and encrypted. I don’t think the CIA could find it. In a month or so, if you behave, I’ll delete it.”

“Then I guess we have nothing more to say to each other.”

In the weeks which followed, Bobby and Carla were coolly civil to each other, as were Lindsey and Marsha to both him and Evan. No one spoke about the events which had taken place in the Hicks’ home.

At first, Bobby was relieved that the humiliating chapter was over. As days passed and he trudged home after school to play on his computer, he missed having something else to do and someone else - particularly female - to do it with. Despite the embarrassment, some of it had been enjoyable.

One morning as he arrived at school with Evan, they found a pair of girls waiting.

“Hey, Evan!” Lindsey greeted him. “Can I ask you something? Do you miss our after school uh...study sessions?”

“Are you kidding?” he retorted.

“Come on! If you leave out the embarrassing part, wasn’t some of it fun?”

“I guess,” Evan conceded.

“So what do you think about doing it again...without the embarrassing part?”

“Who’s gonna direct the action?” he asked.

“We can take turns. And if you don’t like the request, you’re free to say no.”

“Sounds like it could be fun.”

“How about after school today?”

“What about Carla?” Evan asked.

“Carla has cheerleading practice. In any case, she’s gonna mind her own business. Bobby took care of that.”

“Right.”

“So how about it?”

“Okay, I’m in.”

Bobby smiled for Evan while suppressing his own sense of loss. Of course the girls would go for his athletic, handsome brother.

“Bobby, what about you?” Marsha asked.

“Am I invited?”

“And here I thought you were good at math. In case you haven’t noticed, there are two girls, which means there should be two boys.”

“Can’t hold races with an odd number,” Lindsey pointed out.

“So you’re asking us to be your horses?” he asked, though the idea was not unappealing.

“As I said, we’ll take turns.”

“Then I’m in.”

In retrospect he decided that accepting Lindsey’s invitation to spy on Carla was probably the best decision he had ever made.

(End of File)