Obeying The Twins

This story is written by Chris Warner, and all copyright and other rights of authorship are retained. It is for ADULTS ONLY and contains sexual material. If you are under 18 years old and/or are offended by sexual material, please stop viewing this page NOW. Readers are permitted to keep a copy for their own personal reference, but this story must not be reposted or in any other way distributed, in any form, without the express permission of the author via the e-mail address given.

If we had only taken a few simple precautions, we might not have had any problems at all. If Craig had only had some money on his phone, there never would have been a trail of incriminating emails. Of course, it was me who made the most obvious mistake of leaving the computer unattended without logging out of my Gmail account. Either way, we certainly left ourselves open, and the twins (my sisters) weren’t slow to take advantage. At the end of the day, though, it was the outcome that mattered most.

My name is Lydia. My problems started during the last week of the school term, when Craig and I were the only two people our age still at school. As Head Boy and Head Girl of our high school, we still had duties to perform. All of the Year 13 students (including ourselves) had finished classes weeks ago before going on study leave and sitting our final exams. Now all our classmates had effectively finished school forever apart from attending the final prize giving ceremony and dance, which was normally a pretty stuffy affair hosted by the school’s powerful and wealthy Alumni Association. That was planned for the Sunday night following the end of term, almost a week after the day our story begins.

It was the anticipation of this final school function that saw Craig and I return to school, in our school uniforms, as soon as our exams were over. In a school like ours the head boy and girl had lots to do, mostly in the decorative or speech making line, and we were worked like slaves. The only difference between us and slaves was the prospect of reward in addition to gaining our freedom in a week’s time. The head boy and girl were normally awarded generous scholarships by the alumni association, so it was going to be worth our while seeing this through to the bitter end instead of joining our classmates at the mall or the beach.

While we had both been chosen in our roles because of our combination of academic and sporting success, there was a large difference in our relative popularity at school. Craig is an intelligent and handsome guy and one of the stars of the school rugby team. While I am his equal academically, my sporting success is in tennis, which does nothing to earn me popularity points. I was certainly on a lower rung of the social ladder. Craig and I had been working together all year, and we got on pretty well. I kind of fancied him, but I was trying to be cool about it. The girls he dated were all the pretty and popular types, so I always figured he was out of my league. Lately he had been dating Stephanie Cooper, one of the real babes in our class. They had been together for about a month. Despite this, I generally made the most of any opportunity to hang out with him.

On our final Monday of school, Craig and I hatched a brilliant idea for a prank. We overheard old Mr Thompson, one of the science teachers, telling another teacher that he had never logged on to the school computer network in his life. We figured that if a login had ever been set up for him, but he had never used it, then the initial password set by the IT guy would never have been changed. It might easily be “Password” or something equally guessable. We got to talking about how cool it would be to crack it and get into the school network. Our plan was to attack the teachers’ profiles by writing in all their nicknames and what the kids really thought of them.

We were both pretty psyched about our hacking idea, and we talked excitedly about it as we walked together to my house after school. Unfortunately he couldn’t come in then because he was heading on to his after school job, so we decided we would each try separately to crack the password that evening. We knew what Mr Thompson’s username would be based on the formula used for staff email addresses. We just had to work out what the initial temporary password would be.

The website for our school had a login page for remote access. I sat down at about 8pm and started trying to hack in. I sent Craig a text from my phone at about ten past, which he replied to by email because he had no credit on his phone. We exchanged regular emails for the next hour as we kept trying, growing more and more discouraged. Finally I got an excited email from Craig saying he had cracked it. His email sent me the password. I tried it immediately, but I couldn’t log in myself because Craig was already using it. It was at that stage that I phoned Craig to talk through our desecration of the website.

At no stage did we plan to do anything malicious or harmful. We focussed all our energy on the staff profile pages, just adding in their nicknames and other fun stuff. After about half an hour of having our fun Craig finally logged off and we ended our phone call. This was when I left the computer unattended to go get some supper. My parents were watching TV in the lounge while the twins were studying in their rooms.

The twins, Julie and Cath, are a year younger than me and in their second last year at school. I guess you can say that I’ve never really got on with them. If you’re into women’s magazine psychology you would probably go on about the older child feeling jealous of having to share their parents’ love, or the twins’ “special bond” that made me feel excluded, and all that stuff. Whatever! Let’s just say we weren’t close and leave it at that. They’re used to being treated as special and they’re pretty clever about using this to their advantage.

So anyway, I left the computer to get some supper and I never got round to going back to it. It was only when I sat down at the computer the next morning that I discovered I was still logged in to my Gmail account. Then I made my first chilling discovery. Next to all of my emails from the previous night was the little icon showing they had all been forwarded. I immediately checked the Sent folder and discovered they had all been forwarded to Julie’s Hotmail account. There was no way of getting them back!

Julie had already left for school, so I didn’t see her at all. I had an uneasy feeling, which got worse and worse during the day. When I got to school I discovered that the attack on the school website was huge news, and was taken more seriously than I had ever imagined. I just figured they would simply revert to the last backup of the website, and I had originally wondered if many people would ever see our handiwork. However, we soon found out that the school saw it as far more serious than petty vandalism. It seems that, if we had bothered to look, we would have been able to access all the school records. Needless to say the teachers were not happy, and we were all told that if the culprits were ever caught, we would be in very serious trouble. We would certainly be expelled.

I could see that Craig was freaking out just as much as I was. This got worse when I told him about Julie having copies of our emails. He wanted to see for himself, so we went to the library to access my Gmail account. Unfortunately, the situation had worsened. What we found was an email from Julie, addressed to both of us, telling us to meet with her and Cath after school. Craig and I spent some time trying to figure out the significance of Julie’s message. Craig had never met either of my sisters, so I had to try to tell him what they were like. I thought it was unlikely that my sisters would rat me out. But I also figured that they would want some reward for keeping our secret. At the end of the school day, Craig joined me on the walk home to face my sisters. The lack of cars in the garage told me that neither of my parents was home. The twins were waiting for us in the lounge.

I won’t go into detail about the argument that followed. The twins came straight to the point by stating they had all the evidence they needed to get us into serious trouble, and that they wanted to get something out of it. Even though we were in our last ever week of school, they had already worked out that the scandal would be enough to cost Craig and I our scholarships from the alumni association. We were both desperate to keep this under wraps until the prize giving was over and the scholarship money in our bank accounts. Craig and I tried to appeal to their compassion, but as I suspected they didn’t have any. Our arguments faded and we started saying we would cooperate. At this stage we still hadn’t discussed what the price would be for their secrecy.

“I suppose you want money,” moaned Craig. “Please don’t ask for much. All my savings are earmarked for university next year. What’s the point of the scholarship if I still can’t afford to go? My life will be just as ruined.”

“Don’t worry,” replied Julie. “We don’t want your money. We’ve got something else in mind. Now just shut up and start taking off your shirt.”

Julie’s demand caught us completely by surprise, and the shock was apparent on Craig’s face. He looked at each of the twins in confusion and nervousness, then he looked at me in a silent appeal to help him. Looking back, this was a pivotal moment in what was to follow. If I had joined Craig in a concerted and united protest, it might still have been possible to get the twins to back down. However, I’m ashamed to say that my motives were clouded and my support was lacking.

While I was shocked by Julie’s order, there was immediately a part of me that was excited and naively relieved. There had been plenty of times during the year when I had fantasised about Craig taking off his shirt (and more), and here it was being demanded right in front of me. It was also occurring to me that I might get out of this situation without paying any price myself. The twins would have no interest in seeing me taking off my clothes. So just like that, my inactivity effectively condoned what was happening, and the wheels were set in motion.

So when the moment of truth arrived, and Craig looked to me for assistance, I arranged my facial expression into a look of helplessness. His face fell, and he breathed a deep sigh of resignation as his fingers went to the buttons on his shirt. Slowly at first, then with greater speed when Cath started voicing impatience, he undid all the buttons and his shirt hung open.

“Take it off,” ordered Julie, and Craig complied, slipping it off his shoulders onto the sofa behind him. I couldn’t help admiring Craig’s body as he stood there shirtless. His shoulders and torso were very taut and muscular, and his chest, with just a few wisps of golden hair, looked beautiful. The twins, however, had no intention of being satisfied with that.

“Now the pants,” said Cath. There followed a repeat of Craig’s plea for mercy, my look of helplessness, and his sigh of resignation. My heart was pounding as I considered the implications of the situation. During all my years at high school I had never once seen a boy in his underpants, and now in the last few days at school this omission was about to be rectified, maybe more. Julie and Cath didn’t seem likely to stop until Craig was showing everything.

Craig seemed inclined to get the torture over with. Leaving his shoes on, he simply unfastened his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. He was wearing black briefs which did a good job of concealing the shape of what was underneath. His face had gone red, and he was avoiding looking at any of us. His eyes were glued to a spot on the floor about two metres to my right. He was bracing himself for the order which seemed likely to follow.

“Keep going,” said Julie.

“Yeah,” giggled Cath. “We want to see your thing.”

Craig found his voice. “So if I do this, you will delete all those emails?”

Cath laughed. “As if!” she replied. “You aren’t going to get off that lightly. If you want us to keep your secret until you get your scholarships, then you should considered yourself owned until then. If you play your part between now and then, you can hope that the matter will end there. Now show us your thingy!”

Craig looked crushed. His eyes never left the spot on the floor as his hands went to the waistband of his underwear. He paused for several seconds, and the rest of us seemed to be holding our breath in anticipation. Then, just as Julie seemed on the verge of saying something, he pushed his underpants down.

Craig’s penis was the first I had seen in real life. I have no idea whether either Julie or Cath were any more sexually experienced – it was never something they would have talked about with me – but they seemed just as stunned as I was. His penis was hanging down, framed at the top by dark brown pubic hair, much darker than the blond hair on his head. He was circumcised, and the exposed knob on the end seemed to accentuate the exposure he was undergoing. We stood and stared in silence, while Craig just stood with his arms at his side, twitching as if it was taking every fibre of his being to prevent himself from covering up.

After about thirty seconds, Craig began to hope that his torment might be over, and he reached down and started to pull up his underpants. This action stirred the twins into action. “Stop!” the both cried simultaneously.

Craig froze, his hopes dashed again. “What now?” he asked meekly.

“We want to see it sticking up,” said Julie. “Make it go hard!”

This seemed to stir Craig, and he snapped back “It doesn’t just perform on command you know.”

“Why not?” asked Cath. “I thought teenage boys always had hard-ons.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” said Craig. “You’re not exactly making the situation any easier.”

“Oh you poor boy,” teased Cath. “What can we do to make things easier for you?” She thought for a moment, and then she turned towards me with an evil grin. “I know! Lydia, show him your tits!”

In an instant, Craig’s eyes moved from staring at the spot on the floor. He looked at Cath, as if hoping for confirmation that he had heard her correctly. Then he looked at me to see what my reaction would be.

Suddenly I was on the spot, and my shock spurred my reaction. I turned on Cath and Julie. “That’s not fair…” I began, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth I heard how hollow they were. As I looked around the room, I knew more than anyone how hypocritical I sounded. I felt guilty for not trying to stand up for Craig earlier. I faltered. Cath pounced on my silence.

“Who gives a toss about fairness? This is about whether or not you guys get what’s coming to you for sabotaging the school’s computers.” She was deliberately overstating our crime, but I still knew I had no option but to obey her. I couldn’t quite stifle the anger I was feeling about being at their mercy.

“You bitches!” I said.

“I’ll remember that,” replied Cath ominously.

My hands went to the bottom of my shirt, then I started to pull it skyward. I glanced at Craig and noted that his eyes were fixed on my chest.

The girls’ uniform top is a plain white blouse. It was necessary to wear either a plain white bra, or some type of white camisole or singlet over the top of the bra. The bra I was wearing was made of thin white lace, and I habitually wore a white camisole with it because otherwise I was afraid that the dark circles of my nipples and aureoles would show through.

I could feel myself blushing as I pulled my blouse and camisole up together. In ordinary circumstances I might have been happy for Craig to be the first boy to see my bra. Being forced to do it by my younger sisters, knowing that Craig was currently in a relationship with someone else, was definitely the wrong circumstances. I furiously tried to picture Stephanie Cooper’s breasts, and tried to figure out whether or not my B-cups were in the same league as hers. My eyes briefly met Craig’s, and then we both looked away in embarrassment. I looked down at the floor, with the occasional discrete glance in Craig’s direction. I was dying to know what effect I was having on him.

I noticed Craig penis starting to move on its own accord as my bra came into view. I stole a look at his face, and saw that he was mostly looking down with frequent quick glances at my chest. He seemed to be breathing quickly, and he had a troubled look on his face. It seemed to me that he couldn’t work out whether it would be better to get erect, or if he should try to keep it under control. There is no intuitive etiquette for such an unusual situation.

The immediate upshot of the situation was that Cath and Julie were far from satisfied with the outcome, and they took it out on me. “I said show him your tits, not your bra,” said Cath.

There didn’t seem any point in arguing with her. I let my blouse fall down, then I immediately started to unbutton it. I removed my blouse entirely, then I pulled my camisole off over my head. A quick look at Craig showed a clear response, as the head of his penis was definitely beginning to rise. This excited me, and I resolved to press ahead with what I was doing. Reaching behind me I quickly released the hooks of my bra, and the bra cups immediately hung loosely on my chest. Staring at the ground, while still allowing myself a view of Craig in my peripheral vision, I shrugged the bra straps forward off my shoulder until the whole garment came away in my hand. I dropped it on the floor at my feet.

Craig’s penis was tolerably erect, and he might have hoped that the twins might be satisfied with the view. However, I knew from my knowledge of their personalities that, once started, they would press home their advantage. I wasn’t wrong. Julie’s next command was for me to lift up my skirt and show Craig my panties.

Craig had been standing before me now for quite some time with his pants around his ankles, and it occurred to me yet again that I was suffering the consequences of not standing up for him earlier when he was being forced to strip. Refusing now, and risking both his and my scholarships, didn’t really seem like an option. I desperately tried to remember what panties I was wearing under my uniform skirt, and I was dismayed when I remembered I was wearing some ugly gray panties. Like most girls, I had some matching sets, but I rarely bothered to coordinate my underwear on ordinary days.

As I lifted my skirt up, Cath and Julie were both vocal in their derision. “We’re trying to get him hard, not make it wither away,” said Julie. “Take those ugly things off!”

I’m sure my face was scarlet, and my heart was definitely pounding. I let my skirt fall back into place, then I reached up underneath it and pulled my panties down. Like Craig I was still wearing my shoes, but it wasn’t difficult to pull my feet clear of my panties and leave them in a sorry heap on the carpet. The only clothing I had left on my body was my skirt, and my twin sisters were demanding that I lift it up again to show Craig my most private of places.

I certainly couldn’t look Craig in the eye. I didn’t bother pretending I wasn’t looking at his penis as I lifted my skirt up to my waist, just as there was no point pretending he was looking at anything else but me. I’m a natural blond, and this includes my pubic hair, which is very light in colour. I never trimmed it because it is pretty thin and wispy. As I stood there with my skirt pulled up and my breasts on display, I took care to seem obedient to the twins in the hope that things wouldn’t get any worse. Even though my pubic hair was on display, I was still standing with my legs together, so not all of my private parts could be seen. This strategy worked, because Julie and Cath’s attention was soon directed back towards Craig and his erection, which was definitely at full mast now.

“Go on Cath, touch it!” urged Julie.

“Why don’t you touch it?” giggled Cath in return.

“Ew!” said Julie. “He probably sticks it in that slut Stephanie Cooper. It’s probably got skank juice all over it.”

“Hey!” protested Craig, but even I could tell his protest was half-hearted. If the truth be known, nobody could really deny that Stephanie was a bit of a slut. Julie and Cath were laughing at their joke, and even I was struggling to suppress a smile. This smile, however, was soon wiped off my face.

“Why don’t we make Lydia touch it?” said Julie.

“No way!” I exclaimed.

“Don’t say no to me!” yelled Julie, and Craig and I both flinched at the ferocity in her voice. Both the twins were prone to petulant tantrums when it suited them, and I knew from experience that this was a very bad sign. There was a stunned silence, then Cath started speaking, going straight into the good cop/bad cop routine that they often used to get what they want.

“Come on Lydia. Please just do what we ask. We can either do the things that we want, or we do doing things that you certainly don’t want to do. I agree there is some overlap, but believe me when I say we could make things a whole lot worse.”

The fight went out of me, and I have to admit that this was partly due to some conflicted emotions. I was extremely curious to know what it felt like, and part of me was excited by the prospect of touching it without having to take any responsibility for my actions. I moved over to where Craig was standing.

Craig stood rooted to the spot, and it was obvious that he was feeling utterly humiliated by the situation. Looking at Julie and Cath he started to feebly protest, begging them to stop what was happening. He was totally ignored by all three of us. Cath ordered me to kneel down in front of him and grasp his erection in my hand. I wasted no time in obeying her. I allowed my skirt to drop back into place, and neither of the twins protested as they keenly watched me reach out my right hand and wrap it around Craig’s penis. Cath gave me further instructions to run my hands over the shaft and down around the scrotum. Finally, she said “Start pulling on it.”

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started giving it some tugs. I had absolutely no experience of this, and Craig recoiled in pain. Cath started to give me more detailed instructions of how to handle it while Julie ran to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. This certainly helped what my hand was doing.

Craig was still protesting and begging feebly. At this stage he was just saying “Please, no,” over and over again. His voice was getting softer, and he was saying less and less, eventually petering out on the word “please.” I glance up at his face and I saw that his eyes were closed.

It was at this time that I felt a small trickle of moisture down my inner thigh. In all that was going on I hadn’t been paying attention to my own response to the situation. I recognised it now. My heart was pounding, my breathing was shallow, my nipples were erect, and now there was moisture leaking down my thigh. I was extremely turned on.

Inexperienced as I was, I knew in theory what might happen as I continued my hand-job. I recognised in Craig his change in breathing, and detected some stiffening of various muscles. I subtly moved so that that his erection wasn’t pointing in my direction. The twins however noticed this immediately.

“Move back where you were,” said Cath.

“Yeah,” said Julie. “We want to see him come on your tits.” Julie then moved around until she was standing by Craig’s shoulder and started talking softly in his ear. “You want to come on her tits, don’t you? Go on, take a look at them, all ready for you.”

Craig opened his eyes and looked down on me in obedience to her voice. With glazed eyes he stared at my breasts. Then he came. The power of his ejaculation took me by surprise as the first spurt actually hit me on the chin and neck. The following spurts continued powerfully, splashing in accordance with Julie’s wishes on my chest and breasts. Finally the last few spurts dripped down onto my school skirt, making a small moist pool.

The next thing I heard was a car in the driveway followed by Cath yelling “Shit, mum’s home!”

The next thirty seconds were scary as we all tried desperately to look normal. To try to escape the lounge would be to run past the open door into the garage, which seemed too great a risk. My first action was to grab my camisole and use it to quickly wipe the worst of Craig’s semen off my body and skirt. I knew I wouldn’t have time to put my underwear on, so I dropped my camisole and grabbed my blouse. Craig had pulled up his pants and found his shirt and we were both frantically doing up our buttons. Julie gathered up all of my underwear and put it inside her bag. We all sat down on the sofas, trying to arrange ourselves to look normal, while Craig was still desperately trying to button his shirt. I made an attempt to arrange my skirt so the wet spot wouldn’t be obvious, then I crossed my arms as casually as I could to try to conceal my lack of bra. Craig’s shirt was buttoned but untucked when my mother walked into the room.

Mum looked startled when she saw Craig sitting with her daughters. She had met him before at school functions, but this was the first time he had visited our home. Mum sat down to make polite conversation for a few minutes, giving me a few puzzled looks every now and then, before excusing herself and going upstairs. I have no doubt she sensed the awkwardness in the room, but I hoped she put that down to simply having Craig visit and nothing worse.

Once mum was safely out of earshot, the twins became all business again. “That was close,” said Cath. “We need to find somewhere else to do this tomorrow.”

As it turned out, the twins were forced to be patient. The following afternoon Craig had to work while I had to attend a tennis function. Then, on Thursday afternoon, both Craig and I were expected to stay late after school for the Junior Prizegiving. I could see the twins’ frustration and anger rising to the surface.

“We’re not letting you off the hook. I know! You guys had better take us away for the weekend!” demanded Julie.

“Brilliant idea,” agreed Cath. “We’ll go to Hamner Springs. Lydia and Craig can pay for a motel room and we can do what we like with them until Sunday afternoon.”

Craig and I were both stunned, but we could think of no plausible excuse to get out of this idea. Our fate was sealed.

My first task, once Craig had gone home, was to talk with my mother. This wasn’t so much to ask her permission to go away for the weekend, but it was necessary to obtain a car for our weekend away. Of the four of us, I was the only one with a full driver’s license. Craig was still on a restricted license, while the twins were still on their learners licenses. None of us owned a car.

My mother was very curious about our plans. I sold the idea to her as Craig and I having a relaxing weekend to cap off our busy year and to bring closure to our working relationship as head boy and girl. I think mum was desperate to know if something was going on between Craig and me, but she didn’t ask. What she did ask, not unreasonably, was why we had decided to include the twins in our weekend plans. I tried to bluff my way through, saying that it was a thank you for their support during the year. I’m sure mum could detect the bullshit, but she decided not to call me on it.

Mum agreed to lend us the car for the weekend. At the end of the day, I was a responsible 18-year-old, an A-grade student who had studied hard for my recent exams. I was also a girl who had never had a steady boyfriend, and Craig was the type of boy that most mothers would approve of. I’m sure mum womdered I was now in a relationship with Craig but was too shy to talk about it to her, so maybe she figured I had arranged for the twins to come to hide the fact it was a dirty weekend. Obviously it was better for mum to believe this than discover the real truth.

My next task, under Julie and Cath’s direction, was to book a motel room online. As I was now 18 I had obtained a Visa Debit card, so booking a room was fairly straight forward.

My final unpleasant task for the day was to learn of the twins’ plans for my wardrobe for the rest of the week. I was still wearing what I was wearing when mum entered the house, with the addition of my school blazer to conceal my lack of bra and to camouflage the wet spot which had now largely dried. My underwear was still in Julie’s bag. The twins marched me into my room and immediately went to my clothes drawers. Opening my underwear drawer, they immediately pulled out all my bras and panties and bundled them into their bags, leaving the drawer empty.

“You will get these back next week,” said Cath. “Between now and then you aren’t allowed to wear any underwear whatsoever, unless we give you specific instructions to the contrary. We will check, you know, so don’t even think of buying or borrowing any. Oh, and we also forbid you from wearing pants or shorts. Dresses or skirts only!”

With that they returned giggling to their room, leaving me alone to reflect on their instructions. My first action was to change out of my school uniform. In accordance with their instructions I changed into one of my dresses. I purposefully selected a dark blue linen dress which would do little to reveal my lack of bra or panties. At the end of the evening I changed into a night dress, again without panties. Even during my sleep I figured there was no point in risking the wrath and retribution of my sisters.

When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I was still in a sleepy daze when I began my morning routine. It was only when I was momentarily shocked as I opened my empty underwear drawer that the events of the previous day came flooding back to me. As I showered I started picturing in my mind some of the things I had seen, particularly Craig with his muscled torso, his erection, and the excited look on his face as I jacked him off. I was becoming aroused with these images and I realised I was already started to finger myself.

Unfortunately, my arousal disappeared instantly when I suddenly realised that I would be spending the day with Craig, and I wondered how I would ever be able to face him. In my imagination I had been enjoying a romantic moment with a lover, but in reality I had contributed to his humiliation and had been humiliated in turn before him. There was no possible way to make this better.

Back in my bedroom, I pulled on my uniform blouse and skirt and examined myself carefully in the mirror. Looking at my breasts covered only by my thin white blouse, I was convinced that my nipples would be obvious to anyone who glanced at me. I would have no option but to wear my blazer.

The school blazer was optional most of the time. It was part of the official uniform, and I was expected to wear it whenever I was doing any official head girl duty, but apart from that I hadn’t been wearing it since the weather warmed up several weeks earlier. On warm days like we were having, I would probably be the only girl in school with a blazer on.

Craig and I had a small office in the administration building that we almost never used. During the year we hung out with our friends outside, in the library, or in the Year 13 common room. Now, with all our friends no longer at school, and the common room locked, our small office was the natural place for us to be. While every instinct was telling me to avoid the office at all costs, I knew I would have to face Craig sooner or later, and it seemed best to get it over with in private.

Craig’s greeting was polite but reserved, and neither of us knew what to say. Craig was working on a speech, so we sat for a while in awkward silence. Finally Craig looked up and tackled the conversation we had both been avoiding.

“So I presume your sisters were serious about the weekend away.”

“Yes, I’m afraid they were. I’ve already asked my mother for the car and we’ve booked a motel room.”

“I guess I shouldn’t have hoped that it would all go away. I guess I’ll have to let my parents know tonight. And Stephanie. God knows how I will try to explain this to her.” We lapsed into silence for a while, with both of us making hopeless attempts to focus on other tasks.

After a while, however, Craig looked up at me and asked “Aren’t you hot in that blazer? It’s quite a warm day.”

I blushed and was at a loss for words. This caught his curiosity. “What?”

I decided that it would be better just to tell him the truth. “The twins have forbidden me from wearing any underwear. Without the blazer this shirt is indecent.”

This brought a smile to Craig’s face – the first sign of any happiness all morning. “I see,” he said. “That’s quite a problem you have there.” He sat in thought for a short time before adding with a knowing smile, “You shouldn’t feel obliged to wear your blazer when it’s just the two of us. Surely we have lost one or two of our inhibitions.”

I blushed even deeper and said nothing. Craig’s comment was left dangling in the air, and we eventually made the attempt to return to our writing. He was right, though. The room was getting very hot and stuffy, made worse by my blushing, and it was pointless to pretend he hadn’t already seen my breasts completely bare. With as much subtlety as possible I slipped my blazer off my shoulders and left it draped over the back of my chair. This minimal movement, however, did not escape his attention. His smile returned as he let his gaze play over the front of my blouse. “I wouldn’t worry if I was you,” he said. “Your nipples are only obvious if you look carefully for them.” I gave a squeal and my hands flew up to cover my breasts, which made Craig laugh. I could see the funny side, so I started laughing as well as I allowed my hands to drop back to my desk.

Things were much better between us for the remainder of the day, and for the days that followed. One positive difference on Thursday and Friday was that Craig had also started wearing his blazer outside our little office as well. We never discussed it, but I figured he was trying to make wearing our blazers look as normal as possible. It was very sweet.

Our conversations were mostly about general interest subjects. One conversation of deeper significance on Thursday was when Craig told me about his conversations with his parents and with his girlfriend. His parents hadn’t been a problem, but his conversation with Stephanie had gone very badly. She had instantly been suspicious of the idea, and when she had asked if there were any room in the car for her to join us, Craig had been so evasive that she immediately dumped him.

I was quick to offer my condolences to Craig. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Obviously it’s a pretty ugly way for it to end, but when I try to put it in some sort of perspective it was only ever a high school relationship. I couldn’t see myself still being with her at university. Maybe it will be for the best for when a more adult relationship comes along.” I was surprisingly pleased to hear this, even though I knew I would never have a chance with him at any time. He would surely never want to see me again after our weekend was over.

The end of the school day on Friday should have been a happy time, but it was with a certain amount of fear that we parted company, with me reminding him that my sisters and I would be picking him up very soon. Julie and Cath had told me that they would be packing my bag for me, and they already had it in the boot of the car when I got home.

On my bed I found they had laid out some clothes for me. I guess I had been fortunate they had let me chose my own clothes the last few evenings, but now it seemed they were determined to stamp their authority on what I was wearing. They had laid out my shortest skirt, a green mini which flared out from my hips, and a thin yellow blouse that I would never have worn on its own. I felt I would look like a complete slut. This feeling was confirmed when we said goodbye to my mother. She frowned as she looked me up and down, no doubt further convincing her that I was wantonly throwing myself at Craig.

When we arrived at Craig’s house, he came out and awkwardly told me that his parents wanted to meet me. I was horrified. “Oh no,” I moaned. “Look at what I’m wearing.”

I could see that Craig was already looking. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You look great.” I smiled shyly.

Leaving the twins in the car I followed him inside. I was horrified that his parents would think I was a slut, but they didn’t show any outward disapproval. I guess compared to Stephanie Cooper and others I was no different in their eyes. They were more interested in checking that I did indeed have my full driver’s licence and therefore legally allowed to have passengers in the car with me.

Our last task before heading out of town was to drive right into the city. The prize giving and dance on Sunday night was a formal affair, and tonight would be our last chance to pick up my dress and Craig’s suit. I found a car park down the street from the hire place. Julie decided to wait in the car while Cath accompanied Craig and me inside. Craig headed upstairs to the men’s section while Cath and I went into a women’s only back room on the ground floor.

The dress hire section was run by a sour old woman who had been there for years. I gave her my name and she collected my dress from the rack. What followed was my first embarrassment of the weekend as she insisted that I have one last fitting before she let me take the dress away. The room we were in didn’t have any separate changing area. The old woman effectively treated it as one big dressing room, and she stood there waiting for me to undress. I tried to explain that I was in a hurry, and assured her I wouldn’t complain if it didn’t fit me properly, but she insisted that the reputation of her business was so important that she would refuse to hire it to me without one last check.

I had no option but to pull off my top and push down my skirt, leaving me naked apart from my shoes in the middle of her room. She frowned and decided she was entitled to give me a piece of her mind. “Young lady, have you no shame? Does your mother know that you’ve come into town with no underwear on?”

“No ma’am,” I replied meekly.

Cath chose that moment to add to my embarrassment by pretending to be shocked and horrified as well. “Lydia!” she gasped dramatically. “How could you?”

I made no answer and hung my head in shame. The lady handed me my ball gown and I gratefully pulled it on. The dress was a strapless style, and the old lady actually smiled as she looked me over. “I have to admit, young lady, that you do have the figure for this gown. You will be able to get away with not wearing a bra, but for heaven’s sake I would feel better if you wore some knickers on the night.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When we all got back to the car Julie was keen to know what had held us up, and Cath delighted in telling her (and Craig) the detailed story of the old woman’s reaction to my lack of underwear. Julie laughed, while Craig gave me a look of sympathy that was only slightly marred by a faint smile.

I put the keys in the ignition, but Julie called out for me to stop. “What?” I asked. In reply, Julie pointed across the road, and I saw that the shop she was pointing to was an adult shop called “Peaches and Cream.”

“As I was sitting here thinking about all the different things we might make you do this weekend, it occurred to me that we could do with some more supplies. Therefore, I want you and Craig to go shopping.”

Cath greeted this idea with some excitement, and she eagerly asked Julie what her ideas were. Craig and I sat in silence, staring at the shop across the road with its lingerie-clad mannequins in the window, while Julie and Cath prepared our shopping list. Julie’s idea had been to get us to buy handcuffs. Cath saw no reason not to double this quantity, and then together they added to the list. They figured it would be a good idea to get lubricant, since they hadn’t brought the baby oil with them, and Cath wanted us to buy condoms as well.

“Make them ribbed,” she said.

“Why?” Julie wanted to know.

“Because,” Cath replied with a faint blush, “I’m curious to know what they’re like.”

Julie had one last idea. “Lydia, I want you to get Craig a g-string, like the ones they wore in The Full Monty, with Velcro or something holding them together at the sides or back. And I want him to be wearing them when you come back.”

Armed with our instructions, Craig and I got out of the car and crossed the road. The twins stayed in the car. The sign on the shop said “R18 – Adult Only”. The twins are almost 17, but they don’t actually look much older than 15, so they already knew they had no chance of being allowed in.

Craig and I walked very slowly along the street, looking around carefully to see if we could see anyone we knew. We hadn’t spotted anyone, so when we reached the door I quickly pushed it open and stepped inside, followed closely by Craig. Once inside I was stunned by what I saw. The interior was brightly lit, and we were confronted by racks and displays of lingerie, DVDs, and sex toys. Thankfully there were few customers there. There were a couple of men looking through the DVDs, and a middle-aged couple looking through the games section. All of them looked briefly in our direction, probably checking that we didn’t know them. Once inside we were greeted by a pretty young woman who looked about 20 standing beside the till.

“Hello you two,” she said in a friendly voice. “I’m sorry to do this, but I will need to check that you’re both 18.” I was feeling relieved that it was a woman we were dealing with instead of a dirty old man like I was expecting, but the woman’s presence seemed to have the opposite effect on Craig. He looked extremely embarrassed as we both pulled out our ID. Once the woman had checked our dates of birth, she asked if we would like any assistance. Craig declined hurriedly and walked away quickly with me in tow.

I think Craig immediately regretted this, because we found ourselves in an aisle of gay porn DVDs. Craig looked around in bewilderment, vainly seeking somewhere safer to go, and I know we were both feeling daunted by the prospect of wandering around the shop looking for the items we needed. I decided to bite the bullet and I walked back to the counter where the woman was standing, with Craig following shyly behind me.

“Excuse me,” I said. “We would like to buy some handcuffs.”

“No problem,” she said, and she led the way down a couple of aisles to a rack filled with handcuffs, collars, and other bondage gear. “The fur lined ones are a bit more expensive than the bare metal ones, but unless pain is important to you the extra money is worth it.” I took her advice and reached out and grabbed two packs of handcuffs lined with black fur. “If you want two sets, then you might want to get the His & Hers pack. It’s slightly cheaper.” With that she grabbed a pack which contained two sets, one black and the other bright pink, and handed them to me.

I was starting to feel slightly more confident now, so I went ahead and asked for lubricant. She led us over to the appropriate spot and I grabbed a bottle of KY. Then I asked for condoms – “ribbed please” – and that was easily supplied as well.

“A dozen?” she asked.

“I guess so.” I replied. Cath had never specified how many she wanted.

We finally reached the final item on our list. “We’d also like to get a man’s g-string, like the ones they wore on The Full Monty.” Fortunately she was familiar with the movie, because she led us to a rack full of g-strings in a variety of sizes and colours.

“I believe they wore red in the movie,” said the woman. She turned to Craig. “What size are you, honey?”

Craig had been silent all this time, and he visibly recoiled at this question. “What do you mean?” he asked in a horrified voice.

“Your waist measurement,” explained the woman with a patient smile. “What size jeans do you buy?”

Craig told her, and she selected a red g-string from the rack.

“Where can he try it on?” I asked.

“I’m sorry,” said the woman. “Due to hygiene regulations we don’t allow customers to try on items like g-strings before they buy. And we only allow returns in cases of faulty workmanship.”

I wasn’t sure what to say next, to Craig ended up having to say what needed to be said. “Ok, I promise I’ll buy them. What I’d like is to be wearing them when I leave the shop.”

He looked so embarrassed that the woman gave him a sweet smile. “There are some booths down the back,” she said before returning to the front counter where a man was waiting with a DVD. I followed Craig down to the back of the shop and stood outside as he went in and pulled the curtain across. I was tempted to remind him that we needn’t have any inhibitions between us, but I sensed it would be better to hold my tongue. I had a feeling I wouldn’t have a long wait to see what he looked like wearing his new garment.

After some time, and many noises of Velcro straps being adjusted, Craig came out fully dressed, only now he was carrying some boxer shorts scrunched up in his left hand. He had a strange look on his face, and he was walking strangely as we went up to the counter. The woman there rung up our purchases and put them in a bag. I was about to hand over my credit card when Craig stopped me. “Don’t use that,” he said. “It will show up on your statement. I brought plenty of cash with me.” I started to protest, but he silenced me. “Anyway,” he said, “you paid for the motel so it’s my turn.” It was sweet, when you think about it, that he was offering to pay his share of our blackmail.

Craig paid cash, and we headed towards the door. When we reached the door we both hesitated. There was no easy way of seeing who might be coming along the street, and we were naturally scared that we would walk into someone who knew us. The woman at the counter was watching us with an amused expression.

“I don’t normally offer this,” she said, “but you kids are so cute. I’m happy to let you out the back door and you can get back round to the street through the alleys.” We accepted her offer with such gratitude that she couldn’t help laughing. A minute later we were walking through a back alley towards our car.

Once Craig and I got back in the car, Julie and Cath snatched the bag out of Craig’s hands with glee. They actually seemed impressed that we had dared to complete our mission. The first item they pulled out was Craig’s boxers, which he must have slipped into the bag on our way out of the shop. They seemed greatly amused by this discovery, as they were for all their subsequent finds. They spent plenty of time playing with the handcuffs, trying them on themselves. Julie started teasing Cath when they pulled out the ribbed condoms, and goaded her into opening the pack and pulling one out for inspection. For a while they were in an excited world of their own while Craig and I sat in the front seat in silence.

Our last stop before we left the city was McDonalds. As we walked inside, with Craig and I leading the way, the twins were teasing him for his slightly funny walk in his g-string. This seemed to refocus their attention on our predicament and remind them of the power they had over us. As we walked up to the counter Julie started playfully flicking up my skirt, briefly exposing my naked bottom.

“Stop it,” I hissed. “Kids from school come here.”

“Ok,” Julie relented. “I’ll wait until we’re out of town.” While she didn’t make any further attempts to expose me to the other customers, she did insist on pulling the back of my skirt out from under me when I sat down in the booth, forcing me to sit with my bare skin against the dirty plastic seat. It felt greasy and disgusting.

After we had eaten, Julie and Cath decided to rearrange the seating in the car for the long drive to Hamner Springs. Julie moved into the front seat beside me, and Craig was forced to sit in the back seat behind me. By twisting around in her seat Julie had a good view of Craig in the back, whereas he was hidden from my view. It wasn’t long before they started giving him some orders. Craig was ordered to remove his shoes and pass them to Julie in the front. A short time later his shoes were passed forward and Julie put them down by her feet. Soon afterward his socks were also ordered off in a similar fashion. I was a little confused by the need for Julie to take possession of his footwear, but I figured it was their little way of showing me that Craig was doing what they told him to.

Once they had his footwear, the twins decided to leave him alone for a surprisingly long time. The tension of the situation was really getting to me, so it must have been really killing Craig. I knew the twins had no intention of stopping there, but the delay only seemed to heighten their control. Julie was facing forward, seemingly engrossed in the scenery as we drove along. Eventually she turned around and made her move.

“Take off your trousers, slave!” she demanded.

Only a few days earlier Craig had been one of the alpha males of our high school. My little sisters had made such an efficient job of gaining dominance over him that he complied without a word of protest. I could hear him moving around in the back, and then his trousers were passed through to Julie to join his shoes and socks at her feet. They hadn’t asked him to take off his shirt, so he would have looked normal from passing cars, but I knew he was now wearing only his shirt and a bright red g-string. Julie ordered him to lift his shirt up enough to give them a clear view, and they teasingly examined him for quite some time. Cath, who was sitting next to Craig in the back seat, went further and started exploring the garment with her hands. I could hear the sounds of Velcro as she experimented with undoing and readjusting the straps, and the resulting exclamations from them all.

Cath eventually tired of playing around, because there was a loud Velcro noise as she clearly must have ripped the g-string from Craig’s body, accompanied by a surprised and dismayed yell from him. Julie and Cath both cheered loudly, and the g-string was soon in Julie’s hand in the front seat. This time, however, instead of putting it with the rest of Craig’s clothes she dumped it in my lap as confronting evidence that Craig was no longer wearing it.

It was fortunate for me that I was the one driving, and I knew the twins were safety conscious enough to leave me alone, but this only increased my feelings of guilt at the mistakes I had made to get us both into this mess. Even though I had no control over my sisters at the best of times, I was feeling an older sister’s responsibility for their bad behaviour. I felt really awful for Craig as his torment continued.

“Why isn’t it hard?” Cath asked nastily. “I take it as a sign of disrespect when you aren’t erect in our presence.”

“How about giving it a rub?” said Julie to Cath.

“No way!” said Cath. “We haven’t cleaned the skank juice off it yet.”

“Well make him rub it then,” said Julie.

Cath ordered poor Craig to spread his legs wide and play with himself, which he evidently complied with. However, to the twins’ loudly expressed dissatisfaction, it was obvious that he never became erect, and they eventually gave up on the plan. As it was now getting darker, they consoled themselves with forcing him to remove his shirt and ride the rest of the way completely naked.

Craig’s lack of an erection was a repeat of the first day when the twins had started their blackmail. He clearly wasn’t the type to get aroused by being stripped and bullied, but he had been immediately turned on when I had been forced to strip. It didn’t take much intelligence to work out that this pattern would be repeated once we arrived at the motel. Deep down I had to admit that I had been aroused then, and I could feel the same feelings of arousal now.

The only other happening of note during the journey was that Julie kept Craig’s shirt on her lap after she gained possession of it, and in the darkness I thought I could detect some movement of her hand underneath it. My sister was clearly turned on.

When we came into the town of Hamner Springs and started to navigate our way towards the motel, Julie threw Craig’s shirt back to him but kept the rest of his clothes. He would at least look clothed to people outside the car.

I pulled into the motel car park and Julie and I went into the office to collect the key. The manager, a middle-aged man, insisted on walking us down to the unit to show us around, and he seemed very confused by Craig and Cath remaining in the car. Once the manager had left us and returned to his office, Julie instructed me to stand at the window to watch what happened next. I could see Craig and Cath talking earnestly in the car, then suddenly the door opened and Craig scurried quickly inside the unit, desperately trying to pull his shirt down to cover himself. Cath and Julie were laughing out loud and I was very worried for Craig that they would attract unwanted attention, but Craig appeared to get inside without being observed by strangers.

Craig and I were left alone for a few minutes while Julie and Cath brought in the bags from the car. Craig was very red in the face, and still holding his shirt down over his penis. He went through into the bathroom and closed the door, and I could faintly hear him using the toilet while I looked around the motel unit.

The unit had been described on the motel website as a one bedroom unit that could sleep up to 5 people, so I was disappointed to find it a lot smaller than I expected. The main room was a combined lounge, kitchen and sleeping area, and it was subsequently crowded with furniture. There was a dining table and chairs crammed in between the kitchen bench and a single bed along one wall. There were two other single beds on the other side of the room which had large cushions on them to allow them to also serve as sofas. There was a door through to a separate bedroom which contained only a double bed and two bedside cabinets. The room was so small that it might have been difficult to walk around if the bed had been queen sized.

I could hear that Craig had flushed the toilet, but he was obviously in no hurry to come out. I felt sorry for him, but I needed to use the toilet myself so I was forced to knock on the door and ask him to come out. He looked abashed as he came out and I went in. The bathroom was impressive in size compared to the rest of the unit. It contained a fancy large spa bath as well as a separate shower, vanity and toilet.

When I came out of the bathroom Craig was sitting quietly on one of the sofa beds watching Julie and Cath. They stood at the dining table going through the bag he had brought with him for the weekend. They were whispering among themselves as they pulled out his clothes and other possessions. They transferred some of his belongings into one of their own bags, and put the rest back. When they had finally finished their sorting, they took his bag out to the car and locked it in the boot.

When the twins came back inside, they were obviously feeling ready for business. They sat down on the sofa facing Craig and ordered him to stand up.

“Now take off your shirt,” demanded Cath.

Even though Julie and Cath had already seen everything, Craig still looked very shy as he complied with this instruction. He put one hand over his crotch while the other undid the buttons, and he managed to keep himself covered as he let the shirt fall to the floor. It was ultimately a futile act of modesty which the twins tolerated in good humour before ordering him to put his hands on his head. He was soon standing there with his flaccid penis totally exposed to the three girls in the room.

In contrast to their anger in the car, the twins were being ominously good natured about Craig not having an erection to show them. In fact, they started being all theatrical about it.

“Oh dear,” said Cath in a sing-song voice. “It seems to be all floppy.”

“Oh, the poor thing,” said Julie, also overacting like crazy. I knew nothing good would come from them being like this.

“I wonder what can be done to help it recover its strength?” said Cath. As if we hadn’t already guessed.

I presumed that I would immediately be called upon to strip, but the twins had one additional step in their plan. They both stood up and walked around behind Craig, making comments about his bottom as they did so. Then, when they were behind him, they each pulled out a set of handcuffs and attached a ring to each wrist. Once they had done this, they ordered him to go through into the bedroom and they lay him face up on the double bed. The bed didn’t have any posts or rails, but there were two light fittings on the wall above the bed. They attached the free ends of the handcuffs to these. Craig would easily have had the strength to pull the light fittings loose if he chose to, but the twins’ power over him obviously didn’t depend on that. Having to explain broken light fittings to the manager, in addition to the incriminating emails, would be more than enough deterrent.

I had followed the others into the bedroom, trying to steel myself for what might follow. I looked down at Craig lying naked on the bed, and I couldn’t help but admire his physique. His position showed off his chest and abs to good effect. He was in excellent shape. Sadly his penis, although not small, looked slightly comical as it lay on his lower stomach, pointing limply towards his left shoulder. I noticed that Craig was starting to shiver, so I took the initiative to turn on the heater.

Cath and Julie positioned themselves, one by each of Craig’s shoulders, perching themselves on the edge of the bed. I was standing at the foot of the bed, just millimetres away from the soles of Craig’s feet as they overhung the end of the bed. Craig’s head was propped up by two pillows, and he was looking down the length of his body directly at me. I could picture myself as I knew Craig could see me, my short green skirt falling to only a few inches below the level of my crotch, and just a yellow top over my braless chest. I could see my nipples pushing out the thin fabric.

I didn’t have long to wait before it was my turn to follow my sisters’ orders.

10.

“Ok Lydia,” said Cath. “I feel like a bit of variety this time. Turn around and face the wall, and then take off your skirt.”

I felt some relief to be facing away from Craig as I pushed my skirt down and let it fall to my feet. I felt very exposed with three pairs of eyes on me, but I reassured myself that my bottom was one of my better features. Years of running and playing tennis had left it toned, and although my bottom (and upper body) is a lot whiter than my tanned legs and arms, I was proud enough of my general shape.

Even though I was facing the wall I instinctively had my hands covering my pussy, so when Cath ordered me to turn around to face them, she also forced me to put my hands at my side. Craig had already seen my pubic hair several days before, but I still felt very self-conscious as I exposed myself to him again. The fact that I was still wearing my top made my pussy feel all the more naked.

I looked down at Craig and was surprised to see that he was already fully erect. In the few seconds I had been facing away he had become fully aroused. He was blushing furiously as the twins showed they were fully aware of this by their looks and smirks.

“Does that look good to you, Craig?” asked Julie. “Should we get her to stop now, or is there anything more you would like to see?” Craig looked awkward and said nothing, but Julie just went ahead and acted as though he had answered. “Ok Lydia, lose the top.”

Like taking off a Band-Aid, I decided quick action was best. I grabbed the hem of my top and quickly pulled it off over my head. When I looked down again, I was rewarded with a definite twitch of Craig’s erection. The twins had noticed this too, and were not slow in acting upon it.

“Do you like that, Craig? Do you like looking at my naked sister? Do you like her firm little boobies? Are you turned on by her blond fuzz down below?” Again Craig made no verbal answer, but the twins weren’t really expecting one.

“If you like the fuzz, maybe you’d like to see what it’s hiding?” said Cath.

I felt my stomach lurch at these words. So far no boy had ever seen my most private parts. Craig had seen me naked, but I had been standing with my legs together. I had vaguely hoped that the twins would allow me this one final modesty, but it appeared my hopes were unfounded. I was ordered to stand on the bed with one foot either side of Craig’s body, and then I was ordered to move up the bed as high as I could go, so that my feet were alongside his chest. Looking down, my head was directly above his, but he wasn’t looking at my face. He was staring straight between my legs.

The twins continued to order me around. I was told to spread my legs even wider, and then I was told to turn around and bend forward. Then I was ordered to face Craig while using my fingers to spread my labia. Every instruction got worse and worse, and the twins continued to make comments about the state of Craig’s erection and how much he must be enjoying what he was seeing.

As I obeyed the instruction to spread my labia with my fingers, it brought home to me just how much I was aroused by the situation. My pussy was wetter than I had ever known it in my life. I was incredibly embarrassed – wishing the ground would swallow me up – but I was also turned on. Then, to make matters worse, a significant trickle of my pussy juices ran down my leg.

“Did you see that?” exclaimed Julie loudly. “My god! She’s so into this. Did you see that Craig?” Craig’s expression told me that he had seen, but again he said nothing out loud. Julie, however, didn’t require an answer to continue with her fun. “Crouch down Lydia and give him a closer look!”

I hesitated, which resulted in the twins grabbing my arms and yanking on them. My legs were already feeling wobbly and my knees buckled, and I found myself sitting on Craig’s chest with my legs splayed open. The twins continued to push and pull on my limbs until they had me positioned with my pussy just inches away from Craig’s face. It was hard to find my balance in this position, and the twins were practically holding me in place.

The twins continued their torment. “Look how wet she is Craig. Can you see where it ran down her legs? Look at it glisten. She wants you to look. She wants you to know how excited she is. Go on, taste it!”

These finals words stunned me, and I was unprepared for the immediacy of the response. I split second later Craig’s mouth was open and his tongue ran up the length of labia, right up to my clitoris. I gasped in shock and struggled to move away, but the twins strengthened their hold and held me in place. Craig needed no further instruction as he repeated his lick, then again, and again. I was still in a state of panic for the second and third licks, then my mind started to clear and let me focus on the messages my nerves were sending to my brain. The feelings were sensational.

I stopped struggling, and this encouraged Craig to continue. His tongue started working harder and faster and with more variety, probing in between my lips, and doing little circles around my clitoris. The sensations I was experiencing were the very best of my life, and ever so softly I began to moan.

By now I was hoping that the situation would go on forever, but the position I was in was untenable. I was still unbalanced, and it was taking all the twins’ strength to keep me in place. Finally they gave out, and I toppled backwards onto Craig’s chest, then I fell sideways completely off the bed, causing the twins great hilarity.

11.

When I had recovered, the twins decided to pursue a different plan. This time they wanted to encourage me to take a very close look at Craig’s genitals and witness his excitement. They assisted by each grabbing one of his legs and pulled them apart, and then they sat on a shin each to keep his legs in place. I was directed to climb onto the bed between his legs and closely examine his penis.

Craig’s penis was fully erect, with the end raised about an inch off his abs and pointing towards his head. Every so often it twitched suddenly. The circumcised head did indeed live up to its nickname as looking like a helmet or mushroom, and I also took note of the thick veins that ran along the length of the shaft. I allowed my curiosity to govern my behaviour, and I paid little attention to the rest of Craig or my sisters as I satisfied this curiosity.

Cath began talking again along the same lines as before. “Look how erect he is. He is so turned on by your naked body. He was so excited when we let him lick your pussy. Look at his cock! Look at his face! He’s desperate for you to lick him now in return!”

I looked Craig in the face, and there was nothing in his expression to contradict what Cath was saying. He looked incredibly excited. He had totally given in to the situation, and so had I. Taking his erection in one hand I ran my tongue from the base of the shaft to the tip. Craig moaned deeply in response.

My instincts just took over at this point, and I continued to use my tongue on Craig’s erection. I shifted between licking along the shaft and concentrating on the head. Then I decided to put it in my mouth. Julie gently whispered advice in my ear as I tried to work out a good technique, especially advising me to cover my teeth with my lips to prevent them from scratching. It felt very weird, but the moans I heard from Craig encouraged me to continue.

Cath began talking again to Craig. “Do you like that Craig? Do you like the feel of your cock in my sister’s mouth? Are you going to come for us? Tell us when you’re going to come?”

Craig moans were increasing in frequency and loudness. As Cath repeated her questions over and over, he started answering them.

“Do you like that Craig?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like the feel of your cock in my sister’s mouth?”

“Yes!”

“Are you going to come for us?”

“Yes!”

“Are you almost there?”

“Yes!”

“STOP!”

This was shouted out loud and was accompanied by the twins both grabbing me by my arms and dragging me off the bed. Craig’s eyes opened wide and he moaned in disappointment. The twins laughed. “Maybe some other time,” said Cath as she grabbed a quilt and threw it over his body. Julie dragged me from the room, and Cath turned out the light as she followed. “Goodnight Craig,” she called. “See you in the morning.” Despite the closed door I heard Craig groan in frustration.

The twins were in high spirits as they and I got ready for bed. They wouldn’t let me have my bag. Instead they simply pulled out my toothbrush and other toiletries and allowed me a turn in the bathroom. I guess it didn’t surprise me that they didn’t offer me any pyjamas, so I climbed naked into one of the single beds. Julie changed into satin shortie pyjamas and Cath changed into a short satin night dress, and they both climbed into bed also.

In the darkness my hand went immediately to my wet pussy. I thought about everything that had happened and how aroused I had become, particularly when Craig’s tongue had been giving me attention. I thought about Craig in the next room handcuffed to the light fittings, who had come close to climaxing and left unable to finish himself off. I also thought about Julie and Cath. I remembered thinking that Julie had been masturbating in the car, and that they might both be doing it right now. They certainly seemed unsettled with quite a lot of noises coming from their beds. I was desperate to bring myself off, but I was also very scared of being caught. I feared that the lights would suddenly go on and my covers pulled back. The twins might enforce a terrible punishment. I forced myself to resist the urge and lay there in frustration until sleep eventually caught up with me.

12.

When I awoke the next morning it was to the sound of Craig calling out and both my sisters already moving towards the door to his bedroom. I was a little surprised that they didn’t bother to cover their nightwear, but I suppose they were feeling in control of the situation. Feeling conscious of my own nudity, I stayed in bed and listened to their interaction. I heard Craig saying that he needed to use the toilet, and apologising for being unable to wait much longer for relief.

“Lydia!” called Cath. “Bring me a handcuff key. It’s on the table.” So much for remaining covered. I slipped out of bed, grabbed the key, and entered the other room. The twins had already pulled the blanket from Craig’s body, and I was confronted with the sight of his penis fully erect. Craig was blushing and looking away, obviously no closer to feeling comfortable about having three girls looking at him in this way.

The twins climbed on the bed and undid the handcuffs, allowing Craig some time to get used to having his arms back. Then they pulled him to his feet before Julie stepped behind him to cuff his wrists behind his back. Craig meekly submitted to this. Julie led him through into the bathroom while Cath grabbed my arm and dragged me in too.

Julie led Craig straight to the toilet, and then she simply stepped back and left him standing there. Craig looked around at the twins standing there looking at him, with me standing alongside. The twins obviously had no intention of allowing him any privacy. “In your own good time, Craigy boy,” said Julie.

Craig looked utterly exasperated. “I can’t,” he said.

“What’s wrong?” teased Cath. “Shy?”

“Well, wouldn’t you be?” retorted Craig. “Anyway, look what you’re expecting. I can’t even aim.”

This was obviously true. His penis was pointing toward the ceiling, and it would have taken a lot of skill or luck for him to arc his shot into the bowl.

“Oh, poor boy!” said Cath. “Do you need a bigger target?” With that she stepped forward and push Craig into the spa bath. She quickly undid one side of the handcuffs, looped the chain around a rail, and did it up again. Then, to my complete surprise, I was subjected to the same treatment. Cath put the remaining handcuffs on one wrist, then both twins dragged me to the spa bath. Before I could regain my balance I was already trapped, handcuffed naked to a handrail.

Julie and Cath both stepped back gloating. Craig and I both looked at each other, and then we immediately looked away again. This was the most degrading situation yet! I couldn’t believe the twins, self centred as they are, would sink this low. But here they were waiting for us to do our business in front of each other in the bathtub.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I can’t believe I got you into this.”

“It’s not your fault,” said Craig. “Look, I really can’t hold on any longer. Let’s just get this over with.”

Craig twisted his body around until he was facing into the corner, and leaned forward so that his erect penis was pointing down as much as he could manage. There was a pause of maybe ten seconds before I heard the sound of his stream hitting the side of the bath and a yellow stream started to flow towards the drain. Fortunately I wasn’t in the way of this stream, so I was able to look away and try to ignore the sound and the smell. I’m pleased to say that the twins’ look of triumph faded into looks of dismay, like they hadn’t really thought through the disgusting implications of what they had asked.

However, this didn’t lead to any mercy on their part. “Come on Lydia,” said Cath. “You heard him. Let’s just get it over with.”

Craig obliged by turning to face the wall. I was busting by this time, so there didn’t seem any point in delaying the inevitable. I squatted close to the drain with my feet as far out of the way as I could manage, and tried desperately to relax my bladder. And then followed the most degrading experience of my life so far.

13.

After I had finished, Cath came over and released me from my handcuffs while Julie disappeared out to the kitchen area of our motel unit. Craig was left handcuffed in the bathtub, and it was clear that the twins still had plans for him.

When Julie returned to the bathroom we saw that she was carrying a large bowl of soapy water, some cloths, and some bright yellow rubber gloves. Julie pulled on a glove and matter-of-factly wiped down the inside of the bath with the soapy water. Julie intends to become a nurse, so on occasions she like to prove to everyone (including herself) that she can cope with gross tasks, but I was still confused by her actions. It was only once Cath too donned a rubber glove that I figured out what they had planned. The time had come for all the “skank juice” to be washed off the hapless Craig, and Cath delighted in announcing this to him.

They started at the top of Craig’s body, and he only just had time to shut his eyes and mouth before his face was attacked with a soapy cloth. Next came his shoulders and arms before they worked down his chest towards his groin. Julie and Cath spent several minutes wiping his penis and the surrounding areas with their soapy cloths. They were thorough, yet they also seemed gentle. I watched in fascination to see what would happen next, as did the twins and Craig himself. His erection had been drooping, but he became fully erect again in response to the rubbing. I was surprised by my own reaction to what I saw. I have to admit to a pang of jealousy as I watched his response. Until now the twins had needed to use my nudity to get this reaction. Now he was responding directly to them. All of a sudden I seemed irrelevant.

The twins were no longer even pretending to wash Craig now. They had dropped the cloths and were now taking turns to caress his penis with their hands. I noticed that Craig was leaning back and pushing his legs further apart. His eyes were closed. Then I noticed Cath and Julie exchange a look of triumph. They had clearly got what they wanted. They had made Craig their plaything, and his responses were under their control. Then, in order to emphasise this control, they stopped. Craig emitted a faint grown of disappointment as the twins got to their feet.

My sisters soon demonstrated one of their sudden changes of mood. All of a sudden they became friendly and chatty. They released Craig from his handcuffs and returned to the other room. Cath decided she would prepare a pancake breakfast for us all while Julie organised some clothes for Craig and I to wear. She went first to the bag they had packed for me and pulled out a summer dress which I recognised as one of her own. The twins and I have very similar body shapes which makes it easy for us to wear each others’ clothes. The main difference is that I am about four or five inches taller than them. Another difference is in bra size. While Julie is a B-cup like me, Cath is only an A.

The dress Julie handed me was very pretty, and I immediately pulled it on. It fitted perfectly around my body, but I was very nervous about how short it was. It comes to about mid thigh on Julie, but because I am taller it seemed to fall not much lower than my crotch. I was not surprised that Julie didn’t offer me any underwear. I was going to have to be very careful if I hoped to keep myself covered.

Julie then produced some of Craig’s clothing which she had taken out of his bag the previous evening. She passed him a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and to my surprise she added a pair of green cotton briefs.

“Hey!” I said. “How come he gets to wear underpants?”

Julie and Cath both laughed, while Craig shot me a dirty look. Oops! I hadn’t wanted to make things any more difficult for him.

“You’ll see later,” was all the answer I got from Julie.

With Craig and I now dressed, the morning proceeded at a leisurely pace with a tasty breakfast and surprisingly friendly conversation amongst the four of us. For a while it would have seemed difficult to believe that two of the group were being blackmailed and systematically humiliated by the other two.

After breakfast Craig and I sat and flicked through magazines while the other two pottered around. They insisted we relax while they did the breakfast dishes. Then they each took a turn in the bathroom and emerged fully dressed. They also organised a couple of bags with towels and other stuff. One of the key attractions in Hamner Springs is the hot pools, and it was such an automatic part of any visit that I didn’t think anything of it. When they finally announced it was time to go, Craig and I simply followed them out of the motel and down the road in the direction of the pools.

It was only once we started walking that it hit home that this wouldn’t be just an ordinary visit to the pools. As we walked we were hit by a breeze which blew around my legs and started flicking up the hem of the short dress I was wearing. I had to be quick with my reactions to stop it lifting indecently. The second clue that our torment would continue was when we veered off into a set of shops a short distance from the pool entrance. The twins led us to a shop that dealt in sports clothing and swimwear.

“What are we doing here?” I asked nervously.

“We need to get a swimsuit for Craig,” replied Cath.

“But I brought one with me,” protested Craig. “I have some swimming shorts in my bag. We can just go back to the motel to get them.”

“I’m not talking about swimming shorts,” said Cath. “Those board shorts were so long they would have come down to your knees. We think you would look far sexier in a pair of Speedos!”

Cath took Craig by the arm and pulled him into the shop with her. Julie and I followed behind. The shop was deserted apart from a teenage girl about our age standing at the counter. Cath led Craig straight to her and said, “My boyfriend would like to buy some Speedos.”

The girl at the counter looked up at them and could plainly see the grin on Cath’s face along with the look of discomfort on Craig’s face. It was obvious whose idea this was. The girl smirked. “My pleasure,” she said. It seemed as though she had already worked out that Craig was under Cath’s thumb. It was also obvious that he would receive no sympathy from her.

The shop assistant grabbed a tape measure and strung it around Craig’s waist. Then instead of just marking the measurement with her finger she chose to crouch down close to his hips to read the measurement from the tape. Then she stood up and started pulling a few Speedos off the racks, always asking Cath for her opinion, not Craig. Cath soon selected what I thought was the most embarrassing pair in bright yellow, then she dragged Craig into one of the fitting rooms and pulled the curtain.

Julie, the shop assistant and myself all stood just outside the fitting room while Cath bossed Craig around inside the cubicle. I saw a sign on the wall which said that underwear must be worn while trying on swimwear, and all of a sudden I saw the reason why Craig had been given some briefs to wear. It was all part of a larger plan, and they were definitely doing him no favours.

All of a sudden Cath pulled the curtain open, and while I was feeling a lot of sympathy for Craig I have to admit that the sight that greeted us was comical. Craig’s t-shirt had been removed as well as his shorts. He was wearing the bright yellow Speedos, which were clearly smaller in size than his briefs which were poking out around all the edges. The final touch was that he had an obvious erection. The cause of his erection was soon apparent. As he stood there I noticed that Cath stood beside him with her hand caressing his bottom, and when she had him turn around to show us the back, she took the opportunity to rub her hand on the front of the Speedos.

Julie and the shop assistant both stated that the Speedos looked perfect on him. Nobody asked for my opinion, and I don’t know what I would have said if they had. Craig was blushing and looking very awkward, which wasn’t particularly sexy, but I could still admire the shape of his chest and his legs.

An agreement was made to purchase the Speedos, and Cath dragged Craig back into the fitting room to change while the sales girl returned to her counter to wait. When Cath and Craig emerged and approached the counter, the sales girl was momentarily confused.

“Where are they?” she asked.

“He’s wearing them,” said Cath.

“But I need to get the price and take off the security tag.”

“No problem,” said Cath. “I’ll help you.”

Cath dragged Craig around to the side of the counter and quickly pulled his shorts down to his knees. Underneath he was wearing the Speedos, this time without the briefs on underneath. The salesgirl smirked as she slowly removed the price and the security tag, until Craig was finally allowed to pull his shorts back up. The sale was completed, and the four of us continued our walk to the pools.

14.

Once at the hot pools, the twins led Craig and me to one of the “family” changing rooms. These are individual changing rooms designed to meet the needs of parents with young children, but nobody protested us using one. This obviously made it easier for them to keep Craig and me under their control. I did wonder briefly what they would do about getting changed themselves, but I soon discovered they were already wearing their bikinis underneath their clothes. They wasted no time stripping down.

The twins own a vast array of bikinis. For them swimsuits are for lying around on the beach, whereas for me a swimsuit is something to wear while swimming lengths at the aquatic centre. The bikinis the twins were wearing were quite skimpy, and I could see Craig slyly checking them out. He hadn’t made any move to undress himself, but the twins soon changed that by simply undressing him as if he were a small child. Cath pulled his t-shirt up over his head while Julie wordlessly pulled his shorts down and had him step out of them. Julie then took the opportunity to feel Craig up in the same way that Cath had done in the shop. She ran her hand over the back and then the front of his Speedos until she was satisfied that he was fully erect. His penis was pushing obscenely at the front of his swimsuit to the extent that there was a gap opening up between the waistband and his abs.

I waited nervously, still wearing only the short dress of Julie’s, to find out what they had in store for me. I hadn’t been given the opportunity to see inside the bag the twins had packed, but I was fairly sure that none of my favourite one-piece suits were in there. I only owned one bikini – a modest navy blue set. While I knew I would still be embarrassed if I was forced to change into it in front of Craig, I knew I would be ok about wearing it once it was on.

I shouldn’t have got my hopes up because the bikini that Julie pulled out of the bag was nothing like my safe blue one. The bikini she produced was one that Cath sometimes wore only when mum wasn’t around. My heart sank. While it wasn’t a thong bikini, it was still likely to be the skimpiest bikini in the entire pool complex. The Hamner Springs pools were popular with families, so a certain amount of decency was expected, and this bikini was very borderline. I felt there was a good chance that I would be told off by the staff. What made it even worse was that Cath is a cup size smaller in the chest that I am, which would make it more daring on me than it would have been on her.

While the twins had seemed to enjoy undressing Craig like he was a toy, they decided that the best way of embarrassing me would be to force me to undress myself. “Take off your dress,” commanded Julie.

Despite the events of last night and this morning, I had already become accustomed to wearing clothes. I wasn’t happy about having to reveal myself again, so I tried to think of a way of at least reducing my exposure.

“Can’t I at least put the bottoms on first underneath my dress?”

“No!” replied Julie with some vehemence. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, and what might happen if you fail to live up to your side of our bargain. You should be thinking about how much worse we might make this. Now take off your dress!”

There didn’t seem any point doing or saying anything further that might upset my sisters. I could feel myself trembling as I removed my dress. I kept my legs together, but I thought it wise not to make any more obvious moves to hide myself from their gaze. Julie kept me standing there naked for some time before finally handing me the bikini.

As I looked at the bikini in my hand, it looked more like a pile of string with small patches of fabric attached, and it was difficult to work out how to put it on. The twins saw my dilemma and they stepped forward to help me. Starting with the top, Cath strung it around my chest and tied it with a bow behind my back. Hanging from this strap were two small triangles of fabric with short straps attached. I pulled these up over my breasts and tied the straps together behind my neck. The fabric covered my nipples and a largish proportion of my breasts, but there was still a fair amount that wasn’t encased.

Next came the bikini bottoms. Julie held them in front of my pelvis while Cath pulled the rest through between my legs, then they each tied the sides together on my hips. I have no idea how anyone could have put one on by themself. Finally I was dressed, or as dressed as I would be allowed. The twins wanted one final inspection before leaving the dressing room. Watching me getting dressed had done nothing to decrease Craig’s erection, which met with their approval. My own appearance, however, was deemed to be lacking something.

“I think her nipples should be erect,” said Cath.

“I agree,” said Julie. “Something should be done about that. Craig?”

“What?”

“Come here and get here nipples to stick out,” answered Julie.

Craig stepped nervously closer and hesitated in front of me, looking carefully at my face to gauge my reaction. There didn’t seem any point in protesting, so I gave him a small nod. This was all he needed. Using both hands at once he started rubbing and then gently pinching my nipples. I felt the effects right through my body as his gentle attention started to have some effect. It wasn’t long before the twins were satisfied. They opened the door and we all stepped out into the pool area.

I was immediately aware of the attention that was directed our way. Men and women were all looking, either in quick but frequent glances or just staring openly. I saw a lifeguard frowning, but he seemed undecided about whether or not to say something. The twins wisely led us away from the pools for children and towards some of the quieter pools where it is mainly adults. Craig and I were soon able to take cover in one of the hot pools, and we were both relieved once we were in water up to our necks.

The pools are thermal hot pools and most are lined with seats. We sat down to relax, although I soon worked out that relaxing was unlikely to be on Craig’s agenda. The twins sat one on each side of him, and it soon became obvious that they were touching him under the water. It seemed to be their goal to make sure that his erection never went down. Fortunately for me the twins seemed to forget that I existed, but I still felt very uncomfortable sitting by while they felt him up.

15.

The twins’ goal of keeping Craig erect appeared successful when we got out of the pool for lunch. I also felt very conspicuous when we climbed out of the pool. The thermal pool we were in had been filling up with older people, and it seemed like everyone was looking at us. The women were generally scowling while the men seemed more cheerful as they stared. With my twin sisters as well as myself for them to look at, there was plenty of young female skin on display.

I was grateful when my sisters produced large towels for us to wrap around ourselves. Although the restaurant we were going to was part of the pool complex, it officially had a “no swimwear” policy, mainly I think to stop the furniture getting wet. We knew from past experience that they tolerated swimsuits if you were well wrapped in a towel. The twins and I wrapped our towels around our bodies and fastened them just above our breasts, while Craig tied his around his waist, still giving us an excellent view of his chest.

Julie pushed past Cath and grabbed Craig by the arm as we walked towards the restaurant. Looking back over her shoulder at Cath she said, “You got to pretend to be his girlfriend at the clothes shop, so it’s my turn now.”

Julie appeared to enjoy this little fiction as she insisted on ordering his food for him, as in “My boyfriend would like to have …” The twins had arranged for us to sit in a booth right at the back of the restaurant. Craig was sitting against the wall facing towards the front of the restaurant with Julie sitting beside him. I was sitting against the wall facing Craig with Cath sitting beside me.

I was suspicious that the twins had chosen this secluded spot for a reason, and this reason was soon apparent. Although I couldn’t see anything lower than Craig’s stomach due to the table, I could tell that Julie was doing something with the towel around his waist.

“I’m glad to see you are still hard for me,” said Julie with a grin. “Who’s a good boy then? I think maybe the good boy deserves a little treat,” she cooed.

Julie’s hands continued to move under the table, and Craig’s face registered awkwardness then shock. “Someone will see!” he hissed, no doubt due to Julie releasing him from his Speedos.

“Don’t be silly,” replied Julie. “Just throw your towel over it if you see someone coming.”

The movement of Julie’s hands was settling into a rhythmical pattern, and Craig’s eyes started to glaze. She started whispering to him in a similar way to how Cath had done the night before, which had seemed successful in increasing his arousal. “You like this, don’t you? You love having your thing rubbed in a public restaurant. Have you enjoyed showing off your body in your tiny swimsuit today? Have you enjoyed us showing you Lydia’s body? Haven’t you been a lucky boy? I bet you’re picturing her tits right now.”

Julie paused as she thought about what she had been saying. “Would you like to see them again right now?” she asked. “Lydia, open your towel!”

I looked around carefully. Nobody could see me where I was sitting so I carefully undid the front of my towel and held the ends open enough for Craig to look at my breasts barely covered by the skimpy bikini.

“Do you like that Craig?” continued Julie. “Do you like the way her nipples are poking out?” I looked down in alarm and I saw that Julie was speaking the truth. My nipples were clearly poking up under the thin fabric.

Then, all of a sudden, Cath quickly reached up and untied the knot behind my neck, causing the fabric over my breasts to fall down. The look on Craig’s face showed renewed excitement as he continued to respond to what Julie was doing with her hand. Then all of a sudden he looked panicked and quickly adjusted his towel. Out of the corner of my eye I sensed that the waitress was coming with our food. I quickly closed the towel over my breasts. My movement must have been noticed, or maybe she noticed that the straps of my bikini top were no longer visible above the towel. Either way, she gave me a very dirty look. However, she didn’t say anything, and she soon left us.

I was hoping this close call might discourage the twins from continuing, but I was wrong. Julie’s hands went immediately back to Craig’s lap and I was ordered to open my towel again. Julie continued whispering to Craig, encouraging him to look at my breasts while I just sat there like a piece of meat. Her attentions were obviously having an effect as evidenced by his irregular breathing and faraway look.

Then suddenly Craig came, right there at the table. Although I couldn’t see his penis, I could see the first few spurts shoot up and land on his chest and stomach. He obviously continued to pump a few more times, including one squirt which shot under the table and landed in a wet blob on my right foot.

As soon as his ejaculation had subsided, Craig looked extremely embarrassed. He quickly started to mop himself up with his towel and rearrange himself back into his swimsuit. Julie looked triumphant as she wiped her hand on her towel. She had given Craig his ‘reward’, but she was looking far more pleased with the outcome than he was.

16.

After lunch we returned to the hot pools. The twins decided to leave Craig and me in peace for a while and headed off to flirt with some cute guys they had seen. I wondered if Craig might want to be by himself, but he staying with me as I found a quiet pool and sat down in an empty corner. For a long time we sat in silence without a clue of what to say to each other. I would have liked to talk about his plans for the coming year at university, but I didn’t have the heart to raise it. I had previously hoped that we would socialise together at university, but now I presumed that he would avoid all contact, and the idea was depressing.

Eventually we got talking about the final school dance we would be attending the following night. We both had roles to play as head boy and girl, so it seemed natural to go over our plans. I was aware that one important difference now was that his girlfriend Stephanie had dumped him when he couldn’t answer her suspicions about our weekend away, and I couldn’t prevent myself from apologising again.

“I’m sorry again about you and Stephanie. It’s not fair that you got caught up with me and my evil sisters.”

“Don’t be hard on yourself Lydia,” he replied. “You can’t control your sisters’ behaviour. That much is painfully obvious,” he added with a wry smile. I had to smile too. “Things weren’t going well with Stephanie anyway. I think we were just seeing each other because all our friends seemed to expect it.”

“But at least you would have had a date for the dance. It can’t be easy for a guy like you to go by yourself.”

“I’m not worried. We’ll both be pretty busy anyway. Do you have a date?”

I blushed. “No.”

“We’ll be fine,” he said. “We can just hang out together.”

“Of course, if you want to,” I said. His friendliness was pretty surprising given the circumstances, and I was feeling a bit wary that he might just be saying this without really meaning it. I cautiously moved the topic on to the exams we had sat and our hopes for what the results might be.

After a while I started getting too hot in the pool we were in and said I was going to find a cooler one, and Craig chose to stay with me. The next pool I selected was slightly cooler, but I also discovered it was a lot shallower. This time the water only came up to my navel as we sat on the ledge around the sides. I noticed a number of men checking me out as they walked past, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye that Craig was also having a good look whenever he thought I wasn’t watching him. I self consciously folded my arms across my chest for a while, but then I changed my mind. Let him look, I told myself. If he’s enjoying the view, then good. I felt naughty but excited by this thought, and I actually thrust my chest out slightly further.

It was very soon after this that I was aware that the twins had walked up behind us as they suddenly climbed down into the water. Julie sat down at Craig’s side, while Cath looked as though she might push in between Craig and me. Instead, she decided to plonk herself down on his lap. All of a sudden our normal conversation was over and our torment had started again.

The first thing that Cath did was to feel the front of Craig’s Speedos and comment on what she found. “He’s got a stiffy,” she said loudly. “He must have been thinking about me, weren’t you darling?” He was thinking about me, I thought to myself, but naturally I didn’t share this out loud. I was secretly pleased with this evidence that Craig had been turned on while sitting with me.

The twins quickly came to the point. They were bored, and they wanted to go back to the motel. I was very reluctant to leave, but there was no hope that my opinion would count for anything. It was actually quite late in the afternoon and the pools were relatively quiet. All of the family groups had already left, and the lack of children made the pools seem eerily quiet, even though there were still plenty of adults about. In retrospect, this change in who was around might have aroused my suspicions, but I was completely unprepared for what happened next. As soon as we were out of the pool and walking towards the changing rooms, the twins suddenly attacked me, or more accurately, attacked my bikini.

Cath was walking in front of me. All of a sudden she spun around and reached for the bows on my hips. The bikini bottoms suddenly went loose and came away in her hands. My hands instinctively flew to cover my vagina and pubic hair, which meant I had no defence from Julie’s attack from behind. Within a second both bows holding my bikini top were undone and it fell to the ground in front of me. I was suddenly naked.

I squealed in surprise, which was obviously a bad idea because it seemed to attract the attention of everyone nearby. I took one of my hands away from my crotch and I made a quick but unsuccessful attempt to grab the bikini bottoms out of Cath’s hand. I then used the arm to shield my breasts. It suddenly occurred to me that I would have no hope of getting the bikini back on anyway since it was so complicated. My only hope was to make a run for it. With my hands covering my front as best as they could and my backside exposed for all to see, I ran as fast as I could to the women’s changing room and took shelter in one of the toilet cubicles.

17.

I was burning with shame as I sat naked in the toilets waiting for something to happen. Someone knocked on the door of the cubicle and asked if I was ok, but I was too ashamed to answer. I could hear some commotion further away as a staff member was obviously asking people what was going on. Thankfully I heard my sisters coming to my rescue, saying that my bikini had become snagged on a railing. This explanation didn’t seem to be going down very well with whoever they were talking to, but they eventually prevailed. Shortly after their discussion ended, my towel was passed over the door of the cubicle.

The twins were smiling when I finally came out of the toilet, and they both apologised in their typically insincere way. They were friendly though, which was a start. They produced shampoo and all the other necessary paraphernalia to freshen up after our day in the pools, and I was eventually dressed and feeling ok again. There was still no underwear provided, but this was hardly surprising.

As we were almost ready to leave, Julie suddenly laughed out loud. “We forgot Craig!” she said. And sure enough, when we went back out to the pools we discovered Craig sitting forlornly in a nearby pool. His towel and clothes were in the twins’ bag. The twins’ friendliness continued, and they generously supplied him with his towel and clothes and allowed him to retreat into the men’s changing room, with instruction to join us at the café over the road when he was ready.

As I sat with my sisters in the café, I sat quietly while they talked happily with each other. Surprisingly they spent most of the time talking about how great Craig was. Mostly it was shallow comments about his looks and his body, but also about his intelligence and general popularity. It was obvious that they both liked him. The general impression they gave was that they considered themselves very fortunate to have this time with him in their power because guys like him seemed out of their league. I had already thought that Craig was out of my league, but now I was starting to feel confused. He had had every opportunity to spurn me, but he hadn’t. Thinking about it was doing my head in.

When Craig joined us we started to walk back to the motel. We ordered some Chinese takeaways from a shop near the motel, and bought ice cream and chocolate sauce from the shop next door. The twins continued with the Dr Jekyll side of their personalities. In a repeat of breakfast that morning, they fussed around playing hostess including washing the dishes while Craig and I drank coffee. I wondered how long it would take for their Mr Hyde to reappear.

After the dishes were done, Cath and Julie joined us at the dining table. Julie seemed to have something on her mind but seemed hesitant to speak up. Finally she blurted out her question.

“So Craig, who did you lose your virginity to?”

Craig looked a bit taken aback by this and he blushed as he answered “Nicole Sullivan.”

“So how many girls have you done it with?” continued Julie.

“Three,” said Craig. “Nicole, Jayne Chapman, and Stephanie Cooper.”

“Were they any good?”

Craig gave an embarrassed smile. “That’s hard to say. Any shortcomings might easily have been due to me not being any good. How about you? Who did you lose your virginity to?”

I was very surprised at Craig’s bold question, and further surprised that Julie didn’t immediately tell him off. There was no way that she would normally answer such a personal question if I had dared to ask her. I sat quietly and waited for her response.

“I did it once with David Townsend,” Julie replied. “I was never actually going out with him. He was going out with someone else at the time. We got drunk at a party and did it in the bush behind the rugby clubrooms. I gave Peter Brenner some blowjobs when I was going out with him. He was strange. He didn’t seem at all interested in getting me naked. He just wanted me to get him off. My theory is that he’s either a gay in denial or just very selfish.”

Julie suddenly stopped talking, aware that she had shared rather a lot of personal information. Cath, however, seemed happy to fill the silence, seemingly not wishing to be left out of the conversation. “I did it seven times with Brett McIntyre. It was nothing to write home about. It was always over pretty quickly. Still, at least I’ve done it. I bet Lydia’s still a virgin!”

“Are you a virgin?” asked Julie. “Didn’t Thomas Davis get anywhere with you?”

I shook my head. I had been on a total of four dates with Thomas which was some sort of record for me, but they had all been quite platonic. I doubt I would have let him go very far, but he hadn’t even tried.

“I knew Thomas didn’t get anywhere,” said Cath triumphantly. “He told lots of people you were frigid.”

I was horrified. “Why would he say something like that?”

“Guys are like that,” said Julie. “They say all sorts of stuff about girls. Brett told lots of his friends that Cath was a slut.”

Now it was Cath’s turn to be horrified. “What a bastard! Did you know that Corey Spencer said that same thing about you? He said that you guys did it in the men’s toilets at the movies.”

“But that’s a complete lie! I’ve never done anything with him. He asked me out once and I turned him down.”

“We let guys have too much power,” said Cath. “When we go out with them it’s all about meeting their needs, and then afterwards it’s them that define our reputations. It sucks! Anyway, why the hell are we sitting here talking? This is our final night of having our own male plaything. We need to make the most of it. Where did we leave those handcuffs?”

18.

Craig and I sat in nervous silence while Julie and Cath searched for the two sets of handcuffs. Once they were found, the twins spent a few minutes conferring in the bedroom. I could feel myself getting excited about what might happen. To be honest, the accurate word is probably ‘horny’. I was anticipating another evening of being ‘forced’ to look at Craig’s naked body. The previous night had included me being forced to be naked and some touching too. It had been very embarrassing, but being forced had actually made it easier. The question of whether or not I might be frigid, or for that matter a slut, wasn’t relevant when I had so little control over what happened.

Cath called Craig and I into the bedroom, and we found the twins standing one on each side of the bed with the handcuffs at the ready. I wasn’t ready for what Cath said next. “We want Lydia to come and lie face up on the bed.”

“Me? Why me?” I asked in horror. “I thought you wanted Craig to be your plaything.”

“You thought!” teased Cath. “That’s part of your problem Lydia. You always think too much about things.”

“But…”

“While I’m on the subject,” continued Cath, “do you want to know what your other problems are? You’re too self-sufficient, what with your compulsive studying and your tennis and general perfectionism. The reason why guys don’t ask you out is because they’re intimidated and worried that they could never fit into your perfect life. Now get on the bed!”

“But that’s not true!” I protested. I wanted to go on about how wrong she was, that I really didn’t have any self-confidence at all, but I was feeling very stunned. What’s more, I became aware that my body had responded on auto-pilot to Cath’s command. When I had re-gathered my wits, I was surprised to find myself lying on the bed and allowing myself to be handcuffed to the light fittings like Craig had the night before.

As I lay on the bed, my head was resting on a pillow and I had a good view of the other three, especially Craig who was standing at the foot of the bed with a stunned look on his face. I was still wearing the short dress my sisters had given me in the morning. Having my wrist cuffed above my head had caused the hem to ride up and I figured that there was only an inch of fabric covering my pussy.

Julie left the room and returned moments later with a pair of scissors which she handed to Craig. “You can do the honours,” she said. “I want you to cut the dress off her.”

“I couldn’t do that,” he replied nervously.

“Yes you can,” replied Julie. “The dress belongs to me and you will do as you are told.”

Craig caved in immediately, which was hardly surprising, but at least he had the decency to look guilty for not putting up more of a fight as he climbed onto the bed. I had my legs together, and he climbed on top with a knee each side of my thighs. I guess he couldn’t believe his luck with how things were turning out. He was still wearing shorts and a t-shirt, which must be considered a luxury given the circumstances.

I could make out the shape of an erection in his shorts as I looked down towards the scissors in his hand. I was immediately exposed as soon as he lifted the hem up to get the scissors blade underneath. He started cutting slowly and methodically straight up the front of the dress from the hem to the neck. He didn’t seem to deliberately push the fabric to the sides, but that happened anyway. My pussy and both breasts were completely on display. A few more snips around the shoulders and I was technically naked.

His task completed, Craig climbed off the bed and awaited further instructions. His eyes roamed over my body, which I could hardly blame him for, before he tore his eyes away and turned his attention to Julie and Cath. Once they saw they had his attention, Cath launched into a little speech.

“I want you to listen carefully,” she said. “Whatever differences we may have at times, you have to remember that Lydia is our big sister. You will do only as we say, ok?”

“Ok,” said Craig.

“Good! Now go and get the chocolate sauce.”

Craig went out to the kitchen and returned with the sauce, which was in a squeezable plastic bottle. Cath took it from him and squirted a small shot of sauce onto my stomach. The sauce felt cold and caused me to squirm. Cath needed no words to tell Craig what was expected of him. She simply nodded at him.

Craig gave me a nervous look. I was nibbling my lower lip in anticipation. I met his stare, but I refused to give any indication of whether or not I was willing to have this happen. I was very excited, but I was unwilling to give any of them the satisfaction of saying that I had agreed with this.

This lack of protest was enough to make Craig obedient to my sister’s instructions. Coming around the side of the bed he leaned down and started licking the sauce. I gasped at the first touch, and I worked hard to keep quiet during the remainder of the six or seven licks it took to clean away the sauce.

Once Craig had finished with my stomach, Cath put the next dollop on my right knee. Once Craig had licked this away, this was followed by a dollop on my upper chest, right up by my neck. This was followed in turn to spots on the top of a foot and halfway up one thigh. One each occasion Craig’s tongue caressed my skin, and I could feel my excitement build as I waited to see how far Cath would take this game.

When Cath squirted a generous dollop onto each of my nipples, enough to have the excess run in two or three streams down the sides of my breasts, I knew that I had already been craving this. I was breathing heavily, and I was watching as much as everyone else the rise and fall of my chocolate covered breasts. Craig wasted no time. His mouth went immediately to each of my nipples, making a good start on removing the bulk of the sauce. He then turned his attention to the rivulets of sauce on the side of my breasts before returning to finish the job on top with a thorough licking and sucking of my nipples. I was able to stifle my instinct to moan at the pleasure his mouth was giving me, but I could not prevent some gasps and sighs as I struggled to control my breathing.

Craig finally had to acknowledge that all the sauce had gone from my breasts, and he removed his mouth and stood up. Everyone was looking at Cath and the bottle of sauce in her hand. Would she take this to the next level? It seemed that she would. Cath stepped forward and the bottle was soon hovering above my crotch. She hesitated as she seemed to consider her aim. I was holding my breath in anticipation. Then she lowered the bottle without firing a shot.

“What?” asked Julie.

“It’s the hair,” said Cath. “I think we should shave her!”

19.

Julie instantly agreed with Cath’s suggestion, but my head was swimming at the thought of it. I knew that plenty of women shaved down there, or worse still got someone to wax it all off, but the idea had always seemed extreme and, well, indecent.

“No way,” I said. “That’s not fair. Our agreement was that this would all be over by tomorrow night, but it will take weeks for my pubes to grow back.”

“Don’t be such a killjoy,” said Julie. “We only promised not to ruin your future.”

“To be accurate,” said Cath, “all we promised was to keep secret your attempt to ruin your own future. We had nothing to do with your initial crime. And it’s hardly a big deal to go without pubes for a while. It’s not like anyone will see once we give you back your clothes.”

The argument was over, and yet again I was defeated. And yet again, I was starting to feel aroused by the consequences of my defeat. Cath had left the room to gather supplies while the rest of us waited in silent contemplation. Here I was, naked and handcuffed on the bed, and I was soon to be expected to open my legs and allow someone, presumably Craig, to shave off the hair in the most personal and intimate part of my body. He would be seeing absolutely everything, and probably touching a great deal of it. And to cap matters off, I really fancied him.

It didn’t take long for Cath to find what she needed. A towel was slipped under my bottom, and Craig was handed a battery powered hair trimmer. The trimmer was pink in colour, so I presume it belonged to one of my sisters. I was naively surprised that either of them would own such a thing.

I kept my legs together to start with when Craig advanced upon me. He flicked the switch and the trimmer started to hum. He started at the top of my pubes, closest to my navel, and I felt the tickle of the blade as he started to sweep it slowly from side to side. He worked slowly down towards my pussy, going over some bits several times. Eventually he reached the point where he needed me to open my legs, which he communicated to me by gently but firmly pulling my thighs open with his hands. I complied with a willingness that scared me a little.

The trimmer in Craig’s hand probed closer and closer to my clitoris and labia, and Craig was obviously taking great care. The vibrations were really starting to affect me now, and I could feel my heart racing. At the start Craig was kneeling on the bed at my side, but after a while he moved to take up a position between my spread legs. He was now shaving some of the hardest to reach spots, and he was gently pushing my thighs wider and wider until they couldn’t possibly be spread any further. Eventually he stopped what he was doing and turned off the hair trimmer, but he made no attempt to move off the bed, effectively denying me the option of closing my thighs.

The twins leaned in close to examine Craig’s handiwork. It was very weird having my little sisters looking so closely at my private parts, and even weirder when Julie reached out and ran a finger over the skin just above my pussy. Then it got even weirder. “I think that I would find it too prickly to lick chocolate sauce of that!” she said. Suddenly she realised what she had said, and she put her hand over her mouth and blushed with embarrassment. Cath giggled, and then got the conversation back on track.

“We haven’t got any wax. Do you think she needs a blade shave?”

“I think so,” said Cath, seemingly pleased to divert the attention back on me. She ran out of the room and returned with Craig’s shaving kit. Craig got up and started to unpack the kit on the bed. When he pulled out the razor I suddenly felt very afraid and instinctively pulled my legs together.

Craig hadn’t said anything for a long while, but he spoke up now to try to reassure me. “I promise I’ll be very, very careful. Try to relax. You’ll be ok.”

Craig went into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet cloth. He gently prised my legs apart again and lay the cloth down over my pubic area. The heat was almost too much, causing me to flinch, but Craig reassured me that this would make everything go a lot easier. He continued to say reassuring things, and I eventually found myself focusing just on him and trusting myself in his hands.

After a while Craig removed the warm cloth, but I made no attempt to close my legs. Craig climbed onto the bed between my legs and started squirting shaving foam from a can onto his hand, and then he started gently smearing it onto my pubic area. The sudden coldness made me jump slightly, but I managed to calm myself down. Craig continued to spread the foam around, and then he picked up the razor and started shaving me.

I found it easier to shut my eyes tightly and blindly trust Craig. I was scared that if I watched I might be more likely to flinch. Again Craig started at the top near my navel and worked his way down. I could feel the blade sweeping across my skin and I tried desperately to keep myself still. Craig stopped at one point and pushed my legs open further, and I voluntarily opened them as wide as I possibly could.

As Craig got closer to my more intimate areas, I could tell he was going slower in order to be as careful as possible. Then the more intimate touching started. Craig was using his left hand to hold and flatten my skin as he went, and as he got closer his fingers were actually holding and pulling on my labia. I kept my eyes as closely shut as ever. There was no way that I could have looked Craig or either sister in the eye while this was happening to me.

After a while the shaving stopped. Then, soon afterwards, I felt some liquid dripping onto my skin just above my clitoris. My first thought was that someone was applying some sort of moisturiser, but then straight away I felt Craig’s tongue.

20.

My eyes flew open and I looked down between my legs. I could see the top of Craig’s head and I could see his tongue attacking a brown mess above and around my pussy. The twins had followed through with their game with the chocolate sauce, and I was receiving oral sex for only the second time in my life. During the previous evening Craig’s tongue had produced exquisite feelings, but this had been while I was crouching in front of him. I had lost my balance and the consequence was that I had been left frustrated. Now I realised I was desperately hoping for no interruptions. I shut my eyes and surrendered myself.

Craig was focussing on the chocolate to start with, and his tongue ranged all around. After a while there was surely no sauce left, and Craig’s tongue became more focussed. His tongue started probing in and around my labia, seeking and gaining more and more access to my clitoris. Once this target was found, my arousal intensified. I tried to stifle my first moans, but I eventually gave in to my responses. I was lifting my hips and pushing my pussy at his mouth. My muscles tightened, and then started to spasm. My orgasm was far more intense then any of the few I had experienced with my own hand. It was amazing.

Eventually my orgasm subsided, and I gave Craig’s head a quick squeeze with my thighs to let him know I had finished. I was feeling euphoric and very grateful to Craig for the experience I had just had. I was even feeling grateful to my sisters, and the simple fact that they hadn’t stopped Craig before I had finished. They were a lot less evil than they might have been, and I was thankful.

I opened my eyes, and I was able to look Craig directly in the eye and give him a smile to let him know I wasn’t feeling angry with him. After all, I was handcuffed to the bed, and any guy with an ounce of goodness would naturally be feeling some anxiety or guilt about whether they had done the right thing. He looked nervous, but then he returned my smile. He climbed off the bed and stood there at my feet, his eyes looking directly into my own eyes, even though my breasts and newly shaved pussy were exposed to his gaze.

Julie was the first person to speak, and when she spoke it brought a dramatic change to what I was feeling. “Wow!” said Julie. “That was so hot. There’s no way that I’m missing out on that!” She walked around to the foot of the bed and sat down in the gap between me feet. Then she lifted her bottom slightly, and I saw her push her shorts and panties down, giving me a view of her naked bottom as she sat down again. Craig had a clear view of her pussy as she spread her legs wide for him. “It’s my turn now, slave!” she said.

I could see Craig’s face clearly, and I saw a look akin to horror flick across his face. He looked at me, and his face seemed to be trying to say to me that this was something he wasn’t doing by choice. But then he knelt down and I could see his face no longer. I felt my heart drop.

It had been difficult enough when my sisters had been standing around giving their humiliating orders, but now I was confronted with one of them becoming physically involved. This was wrong. And certainly the intimacy I had been feeling towards Craig was suddenly torn as I watched him giving oral sex to my sister.

My view was largely obstructed, which was a small mercy, but there was no way of ignoring what was going on. Julie was sitting up at first, but then she lay back, resting her head on my thigh. My view was still partially obstructed, and I saw only part of Craig’s head bobbing up and down between her thighs. I shut my eyes and waited for it to finish, which was heralded by much moaning and shaking of the bed.

When it seemed all over and I could feel Julie standing up, I hazarded a look. My eyes were immediately greeted by the sight of Julie’s bottom in a thong as she bent over to pull up her shorts. Craig was sitting on the floor, almost out of sight. Then I looked around and was shocked to see Cath standing by my side. She was completely naked. She was making no attempt to cover her breasts or pussy, which I couldn’t help but notice was completely shaved. She was waiting for her turn with Craig and his tongue.

The feelings that tormented me during Cath’s turn with Craig were just as bad as with Julie. They only slight difference with how it played out was that I had a quick opportunity to pull my legs together and out of the way before Cath sat down and demanded her orgasm. However much I tried to curl up into a ball, there was no respite from what was happening on the bed. In fact, the experience was worse because Cath turned out to be louder and less inhibited than Julie, and I wondered if the inhabitants of the neighbouring units would start banging on the wall or call the manager.

Eventually it was all over, and Cath and Craig both got to their feet. Cath seemed in no hurry to put any clothes on, which was ironic in the circumstances given that Craig still looked normally dressed. I wondered if our ordeal would now be over, preferably with me being released from the cuffs. Julie and Caths’ demands for oral sex had seemed unscripted, a deviation from their original plans for the evening, and I hoped that were now satisfied in more ways than one. Optimism can be cruel.

21.

Cath went over to Julie and whispered in her ear, and I could tell that they were either hatching a new plan or confirming an old one. Whatever it was they quickly came to a decision and took action. The expressions on their faces looked so ominous that I took no comfort when their first action was to release me from my handcuff and gave me permission to use the bathroom to get ready for bed. I used the toilet and cleaned my teeth before returning to the bedroom, and then Craig was given a similar opportunity. While Craig was away Julie took one pair of the handcuffs and cuffed my wrists together in front of my body. She pulled back the covers on the bed and I was told to lie down between the sheets and wait.

When Craig returned from the bathroom, it was no surprise to either of us that he would be allowed to keep his clothes no longer. The order to strip was immediately obeyed, and his obedience extended to making no attempt to cover himself. His penis wasn’t quite fully erect, but neither of the twins bothered to tell him off for this. Julie decided instead to reach out her hand and start gently caressing it while Cath explained what was going to happen next.

“You’ve had it pretty easy tonight Craig. It’s late, and it’s time for us all to go to bed. But we have one final test for you. We’ll find out in the morning whether or not you have passed or failed. If you pass, you will be rewarded. If you fail, you will be punished. Simple!”

Cath then produced the condoms and lube that Craig and I had been forced to buy on Friday night, and which we hadn’t seen since. Cath took out one of the condoms and unwrapped it. By this time Julie’s hand had produced the desire effect. Craig was fully erect. Cath knelt down and applied the condom to the tip of his penis and rolled it down to the base. She then squirted some lubricant on her hands and used it to stroke him firmly and quickly. This went on for some time, and for a while it seemed as though she intended to bring him to a climax. Suddenly Cath stopped, stood up straight, and continued her speech.

“Here’s your test. Your challenge is to keep that condom on all night, which may mean you have to stay erect all night. If it’s still on in the morning, then we will help you come into it. However, if it has fallen off, we’re going to shave you. To make it easier, or should we say HARDER, you are going to spend the night attached to my very sexy older sister. I’m sure that will keep it up even when you are sleeping.”

Before I could fully work through all the implications of what Cath was saying, Craig was bundled into the bed beside me. They had me lie on my left side facing away from him. Then they arranged his left arm to go under my head and down towards my wrists. His right arm was draped over my side. His wrists were then handcuffed to each other. The way our arms were positioned meant that they were intertwined with each other. No matter what we did to disentangle ourselves we would still be chained together. Cath pulled up the blankets, then they turned off the lights as they left the room, leaving Craig and I together in the darkness.

22.

My first thought was how warm Craig’s body was next to mine. I leaned back gently so that my back was resting on his chest. I knew that if I shuffled about a bit I would get a feel of his erection on my bottom or upper leg. I found this thought very appealing, but as soon as I did it I was immediately startled by how moist and clammy the condom was with its extra layer of lube that I pulled away. Craig also shifted himself in response, and the moment was lost.

There was no way I could enjoy the situation anyway. My mind was filled with many negative thoughts and regrets. I decided I needed to be honest with him.

“Look Craig, I’m really sorry that…”

“Lydia, please stop apologising! You’ve already done that several times already, and I’ve already told you it isn’t necessary. I don’t blame you for any of this.”

“But you don’t know the full story. I might have been able to nip this in the bud, but I didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Do you remember back on Tuesday when my sisters first told you to take off your clothes? If I had kicked up a fuss then, there is a good chance they would have lost their nerve and abandoned their blackmail.” I was finding this confession hard to say, but I ploughed ahead anyway. “I kept quiet and pretended I was helpless because I also wanted to see you take off your clothes.”

“Oh,” said Craig. He was silent for a while as he thought this through. “I guess you were the first to do that, but you weren’t the only one. There have been plenty of times since then when I should have protested in order to save you, but I didn’t do it for the same reasons. I’ll forgive you if you can forgive me.”

“Of course!” I said. I wasn’t sure I deserved to be let off the hook that easily, but I felt relieved and elated.

Craig continued thoughtfully. “Both of your sisters seem to have had poor experiences with boys. It’s no wonder they’re a bit screwed up.”

“I know,” I said. “I’ve always thought they had a fairly warped outlook on life, but guys like those they’ve been seeing certainly don’t help. And what about the things they were saying about me? Was it self-confident they called me? Self-assured?”

“Cath called you self-sufficient,” answered Craig quietly.

“Whatever,” I said. “It’s like they don’t know me at all.”

“Actually,” said Craig, “I thought that bit was spot on.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you see how self-conscious I am all the time?”

“Sometimes I’ve thought that, but usually it comes across as part of your self-motivation, always wanting to do things as well as you can. Anyway, what Cath was saying wasn’t so much about how you felt about yourself, but about how guys perceive you. I think she said something about guys being intimidated and wondering how they would fit into your life. I totally agreed. That’s the main reason why I never asked you out. You’re so successful that I always figured you wouldn’t waste your time on a guy like me.”

“How can you say that? You’re one of the most successful guys I know.”

“Maybe. But I figured you would think I was just a jock, and a bit of a player as well. I’ve dated quite a few girls. Like a lot of guys, I’ve always gone out with girls who have been more obviously needy of male attention. You don’t run the same risk of rejection with girls like that. But then I figured this had ruined my chances with a girl like you.”

My head was spinning, but I finally hit on the question that was most important to me. “So did you really want to ask me out?”

“Of course. I started to fancy you last year, and with all the time we’ve spent together this year it has become a major crush. Maybe even something more.”

“But…”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as his words sunk in. It was one of those romantic movie moments, and I gave way to the movie response. I twisted my head around towards him. I could just see well enough in the darkened room to line up my kiss. It was a clumsy but passionate response to a long time of yearning. While we kissed I could feel his right hand caressing my side and running over my stomach. His touch was lovely, but he seemed careful not to go too far or take things too quickly for me. His caresses always stopped a few inches short of my breasts and went no further south than my hips. I was starting to feel very excited and I felt ready for more.

My neck was getting sore so I broke off our kiss and untwisted my neck. Craig started to kiss my shoulder and neck. I grabbed his hand and very purposefully moved it to my breasts. He immediately understood my actions and started kneading and caressing each one in turn, playing with my nipples. I moaned gently to encourage him, and I heard his own moan in response.

It wasn’t long before I was yearning to go even further. I grasped his hand and pulled it down past my hips and deposited it between my legs. He willingly pushed his fingers down between my thighs. I leaned back to allow my legs to open further, lifting my right leg and hooking it over his legs. I felt the wet point of his condom-covered penis against my buttocks. This time I continued to push back into it until it was lying flat against the cleft of my buttocks pointing to my lower back. Craig moaned more loudly this time. His fingers were working magic on my vagina. His fingers were working in and around my pussy lips, and finding my clitoris with increasing frequency. I was now working to stifle my own moans because I was worried I would be heard by my sisters in the next room.

Craig’s kisses on my neck and shoulders and his fingers working on my clitoris brought me quickly to a peak. I felt my muscles tighten in orgasm. As it subsided Craig stopped what his hand was doing and rested it on my hip, but he never let up with his kisses. I knew in my heart that the time had come to lose my virginity.

23.

I’m sure that none of my early fantasies about having sex for the first time involved handcuffs, but in every other respect the situation was right. I had wanted Craig for a long time and I had just heard him saying the same about me. Because of my sisters we were already well down the path of physical intimacy, and I couldn’t think of any real reason to wait.

Because of the handcuffs it wasn’t really possible to reach behind to grab Craig’s erection with my hand, so I manoeuvred myself until I could reach it through my legs. I tried giving it some rubs with my hands, but the position was too uncomfortable to keep up for too long. I figured I might as well just get on with it. I pointed the tip towards my vagina and pushed myself inexpertly down towards it.

Craig froze briefly as he sought confirmation of what my actions were telling him. “Are you sure?” he whispered. “We don’t have to. I can wait if you think it might be too soon.”

“Shut up!” I whispered. “I’m ready. Quickly, before I start to lose my nerve.”

Craig didn’t waste any more time with words, although there was some time lost with clumsy manoeuvring as we tried to figure out the right angle for penetration. Then, finally, the angle was right and his penis pushed in. I felt a sharp burst of pain which made me gasp, despite my intentions to conceal any pain I felt. Craig froze out of concern for me, but I ordered him to keep going. He gently started to thrust in and out, obviously worried about causing me further pain, but after a while nature started to take its course and his pumping increased in speed.

I’m not sure how long it lasted. It certainly lasted long enough for the sharp pain to subside into a dull ache, and for my feelings of arousal to rise again before he was gasping for breath and his hip thrusts became jerky. His body stiffened and then relaxed. It hadn’t lasted long enough for me to orgasm before it was over. I briefly thought about what Cath said earlier about sex with Brett McIntyre always being too short to fully enjoy, but I immediately dismissed such thoughts from my mind. Craig had been worked up all evening, and had already given me two orgasms before having his own. And how many girls achieve orgasms during their first time of actual penetration anyway?

“I love you!” whispered Craig in my ear, and the evening suddenly became perfect.

“I love you too”

We snuggled together for maybe five minutes before Craig drifted off to sleep. He started snoring gently, but my busy mind kept me awake a bit longer. Craig’s penis had slipped out of me soon after his climax, and it could feel it hanging limply if I pushed my bottom back onto it. Then, soon after he fell asleep I felt the condom slip off and land on the sheet just behind my bottom. Its contents started pouring out, leaving a sizable wet patch. I started worrying about what my sisters had warned if he wasn’t wearing it in the morning, and I resolved to wake up early and attempt to find a way of getting it back on.

I had a pretty terrible night’s sleep. Since I have always slept by myself, it was hardly surprising it disturbed my sleep to be handcuffed together with another person. I woke up frequently. However, this unfortunately worked against my plan to get the condom back on. I remember being awake at 5am, but then I fell into a very deep sleep. I wasn’t aware of the bedroom door opening or the light going on. I only became aware when I felt the covers being ripped off followed by a loud cry from Julie.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “I’m so sorry!”

24.

As I struggled to regain consciousness, my memories of the previous evening came flooding back, including my final conscious plan of waking up early to slip the condom back on Craig to save him the humiliation of being shaved. The twins were already in the room and the covers pulled back, so it didn’t make sense that they were apologising.

I opened my eyes and struggled to raise my head and look at what they were seeing. I saw Craig’s naked body, and his semi-erect penis most definitely without a condom on it. I saw the condom in a crumpled mess nearby on the sheets. I could also see a red stain, which I suddenly realised was blood. My blood, from losing my virginity.

“We’re so sorry!” This time it was Cath who was adding her apologies. “I know we pushed things pretty far, but we never intended for you to get raped. This is awful!”

So that’s what they were going on about. They thought they had caused me to become a victim of a very serious crime. After all they had put me through I had a brief feeling of satisfaction as I witnessed the torment they were feeling as a result. They were both crying while Craig and I watched in silence. However, after a while I started to feel some compassion for them.

“Stop worrying. I didn’t get raped. I…I wanted to.”

It took a while for the twins to calm down. In the meantime Craig had breathed his own sigh of relief. “I’m so glad to hear you say that,” he said. “I was so worried that you might be regretting it.”

“Not at all,” I replied. I twisted around and kissed him on the lips.

The twins were still focussed on their own actions. “We acted so badly towards you guys,” said Julie. “How can you ever forgive us?”

“Can we talk about this later?” I said. “What I really want now is to be untied and allowed to use the bathroom in private.”

Julie jumped into action and soon had the handcuffs unlocked. I ran, still naked, into the bathroom and closed the door. When I had finished with the toilet I found the twins waiting quietly in the lounge area. I let Craig know the bathroom was free, and he came out of the bedroom with a sheet wrapped around him and headed into the bathroom. I soon heard the shower running. I retreated into the bedroom to gather my thoughts. When Craig returned to the bedroom, this time with a towel wrapped around him, I went through to have a shower myself. I noticed my sisters were busy making breakfast.

When Craig and I walked into the other room together, both still wearing just towels around ourselves, there was a very nice breakfast waiting for us. My sisters both had anxious expressions on their faces. After a long hesitation, Cath finally broke the silence.

“We are both so sorry for the way we behaved. We were thinking only about ourselves, and we didn’t care what you felt. It was only when we thought we had caused our sister to be raped that we realised how awful we have been. We should have come to our senses long ago. I mean we practically raped Craig ourselves last night.”

“I agree with Cath,” chimed in Julie. “We couldn’t be more sorry.”

I tried to organise my thoughts, but I found I was a mess of conflicting emotions. The twins both waited in silence for the expected outpouring of our anger. It was Craig who was the first to speak.

“I should probably be yelling at you both, but I’m actually not feeling as angry as I should be. Sure, a lot of what happened was embarrassing and degrading, but some of it was also pretty exciting. Obviously my feelings for Lydia helped. When you think I was starting to dread not seeing her as often once school finished, things turned out pretty well for me in the end.”

I smiled. “I feel the same way. I should be angry, and maybe I will be angrier later, but mostly I’m feeling grateful that I finally found out that Craig likes me. Thanks for your apologies. Let the record state that you two owe us big time!”

“Sure!” said Julie

“Anything!” said Cath.

I thought about this for a moment, and then I laughed. “Can I have some clothes please?”

I sat still in my chair while the twins ran to get the clothes bags. Craig didn’t bother to wait. He found some clothes and disappeared into the bedroom to get dressed. The twins, meanwhile, were waiting for my instructions.

“What underwear did you bring for me?” I asked.

“Um …we didn’t actually bring any of your underwear at all,” admitted Julie.

“Then some of your own clean underwear will be fine in the circumstances.”

“Sure,” said Julie. “No problem. You can borrow mine. I’ll just wear yesterday’s ones again.”

“Not so fast. I think we might let Craig choose what you wear today. We’ll see what he says when he’s dressed. In the meantime, I’ll take a pair of shorts and I’ll have that cute pink top of Cath’s.”

25.

Not surprisingly, Craig jumped at the idea of deciding what the twins would wear. After looking through their bags and considering various options, he decided to simply make them wear bikinis. He had Cath wear the skimpiest bikini, which was the bikini that she had made me wear the previous day, and he directed Julie to wear the bikini that Cath had worn. With Julie having bigger boobs than Cath, the effect was similar. Both looked similarly exposed.

The twins grabbed the bikinis and started to walk towards the other room. “Not so fast,” I said. “You can get changed here.”

“Are you sure?” asked Craig while the twins hovered hesitantly. “Now that you and I are together, are you sure you want me to look at your sisters getting changed.”

I smiled. “Sure, why not? After all you’ve been through you deserve it. No touching without my permission though.”

The twins didn’t put up any argument. They stripped off their nightwear and pulled on their bikinis. I received a visual lesson from Cath about how to put on the string bikini – it’s obviously a lot easier to put on when you are sitting down.

Craig and I took several opportunities to embarrass the twins on the drive home. We sent them into the motel office to return the key, and we sent them into shops in Culverden and again in Amberley to buy refreshments. Finally, when we reached the outskirts of Christchurch, we allowed them to put some more clothes on.

We went to Craig’s house and let his family know that he would be getting ready for the dance at my house. When we walked into my house with our arms around each other, my mother smiled warmly. When she learned that Craig would be getting ready at our place, she politely offered the use of her bedroom for him to change in, but I cheekily told her that wouldn’t be necessary because we would both use my room. It felt very daring as I watch her smile freeze slightly on her face.

As I got my dress ready, I remembered what the saleswoman had said about me not needing to wear a bra with the dress, but imploring me to wear panties. When I told Craig this, he encouraged me to be daring and wear no underwear at all. The idea was exciting, but in return I insisted that he wear the red g-string we had bought on Friday night. He didn’t require much persuading. We spent a very happy evening together. I got my scholarship cheque at the prize giving, countless dances with my new boyfriend at the dance, and a Full Monty performance from him at the end of the night.

The End

Chris Warner

May 2011

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