Author: Showman
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Summary: Jenny's kid-brother quizzes her at watergun-point, but her answers are unsatisfactory.
Jenny got up in the morning, took a shower and ate her breakfast. She had planned on a relaxing day of summer vacation before she left for college. She needed to do some shopping for clothes to wear at college. It was a hot day outside, and her little brother and his friends were having a watergun fight outside.
She dressed in a white dress shirt tucked into a short wrap-around miniskirt. She also wore a sheer white bra, and in combination with the thin white material of the dress shirt, she could almost make out her nipples beneath the fabric. She decided for modesty's sake to wear a vest over the ensemble.
She walked down the steps off the porch and out to the car and barely missed being shot by one of her 14 year-old brother's friends. She dashed and jumped in the car and locked the door. She took off her vest because it was so hot. She would put it back on when she got to the mall.
At this point she realized that she forgot her purse in the house. The little brat had gone away, so she got out of the car and looked around. No one in sight. She walked back up the stairs onto the porch and was reaching for the door when she heard "Hold it!" behind her. She turned around, and it was her brother with one of those big waterguns, the ones that used batteries to squirt gallons of water at you. She playfully raised her hands above her head and said "Don't shoot! Please don't shoot". The boy looked at her for a minute and said "Back away from the door!" Not wanting to get wet, she did as she was told. Just then her brother's friends came barreling around the corner and saw her with her arms raised and pointed their guns at her!
"Back up against the railing! Now!" She would really get wet now if she didn't comply. "You are our prisoner!" She saw one of the boys produce a pair of toy handcuffs, and as she backed against the railing, her brother told her to put her hands behind her back. She complied, and felt the boy putting the handcuffs on her wrists. She wasn't worried, she could snap these in a second, she thought. He ran the handcuffs behind the railing, effectively holding her in place.
"Now!" said her brother, as all three of the boys backed away facing her, "where is my video game?" Oh my god, she thought, I had forgotten all about that! The punk had been playing video games during her favorite show yesterday, so she complained to her mother. When he took a bathroom break, her mother hid the game from him. "Tell me where it is, or we will shoot you!"
Oh, shit. What do I do? she thought. "Mom hid the game, not me!" she yelled back.
"Bull shit! I know your the culprit!" he yelled back, and then squeezing briefly on the trigger, sent a stream of water that splatted right between her breasts, stunning her. She jerked hard on the cuffs to make a run for it, but they held her firmly in place! "What the...!"
One of the boys laughed out loud "You won't be able to break those! They are real cuffs!"
"Shoot her!" exclaimed her brother, and they all opened up on her. Streams of freezing cold water dowsed her, and her shirt and bra became transparent as they stuck to her chest. She could see as she frantically struggled that the boys were purposely aiming at her chest, and streams were dancing off her now-hard nipples. Suddenly, they stopped. She was a mess of wet clothing clinging to her lithe body, her nipples as hard as rocks pointing out from under her drenched shirt. She was so embarrassed! "Why did you do that!?!?" she screamed. The boys, however, were transfixed on the sight of her almost-naked breasts jutting out towards them. "Please let me go!" she begged.
"Not until you tell us where the game is!" her brother said with a wicked grin on his face. "As a matter of fact, I am going to ask you again, and each time you don't answer, I will unbutton a button on your shirt!"
"What? DON"T YOU DARE! You little brat!" She struggled again against the handcuffs that held her mercilessly.
"Where is the game?" her brother asked again.
"Please, don't do this to me!" He slowly reached out and deftly undid the top button of her blouse! "Don't! Stop..."
"Where is the game?"
"I told you, mom hid it!" He reached out and undid another button, exposing the clasp on the front of her bra between her breasts. "Arghhhh!" She couldn't bring her hands up to top him. She kicked out in vain, and one of the boys left the porch, only to return a moment later with some rope.
A minute later, with her ankles securely bound to the bottom of the railing, her brother asked again, "Where is the game?"
"I will get you for this, you little bastard!" she hissed back at him. He merely smiled.
"Wrong answer!" and he unbuttoned another button. This was getting really embarrassing for her, as her struggles caused her shirt to open wider in the front, exposing the sides of her bra-clad breasts. "Please..." she begged.
"Are you going to tell me where it is?" her brother asked, "or are you going to let us see everything?" Jenny began to cry, tears of frustration and embarrassment. "This would all be over if you would just tell us."
"But I don't know!" she cried. He reached out and unbuttoned the last two buttons on her blouse. Her blouse gaping in the front, exposed a hint of a lean, hard belly and the wonderful swell of her breasts tucked under each side.
"Last chance to avoid losing your shirt!" Still no answer. One last struggle, and he reached out and untucked her blouse from her skirt and pulled it wide open and off her shoulders! All the boys now feasted their eyes on her breasts under the shear bra. She gasped with astonishment that her brother would do this to her! She couldn't hide anything!
"What will it be, sis? Your skirt is next!" he said with a malicious little grin, "where is it?"
"Please, I don't know, really. Mom hid it, not me! Please..." she begged as he reached out and untied the tie of her skirt. "Oh, OHHHHHH!!!!" she cried as the unencumbered skirt slid down her legs almost in slow-motion to her ankles. Her white panties, exposed to the boys, had become wet and hinted at what lay underneath. Blushing furiously, her body writhing against her bonds, she begged and pleaded for him to release her. Standing there in just a soaked bra and panties with her hands fastened behind her back, she was a sight to behold. The boys all had hard-ons as her brother continued with the interrogation.
"I'm glad you aren't talking! This way we get to see all of you! I don't suppose you want to tell us now?"
"YOU BASTARD! I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!!! YOU LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! YOU..."
"I didn't think so..." her brother said quietly and slowly reached up and began fumbling with the clasp of her bra.
"NO! PLEASE! NO! I DON"T KNOW WHERE IT IS!" she cried, but he was having none of that. She gasped as the clasp came loose and her breasts sagged slightly.
"Last chance..." her brother asked calmly, but she was too busy struggling. With two quick motions, her brother pulled both sides of her bra back and down her arms, leaving her breasts completely exposed to the cheers of the other boys. Not even bothering to ask her again, her brother reached down and placed a thumb under each side of her panties, then whisked them down to her ankles. He stepped back and looked at his sister, completely naked, and unable to hide her pert breasts and the nipples that were unbelievably hard and poking out, or her pubic mound which crowned the tops of her slender thighs. The boys just sat there and took in every detail of her naked body as she struggled in vain to hide. They let her struggle for another ten minutes, then released her and went back to their waterfight.
Her brother had completely forgotten about his game...