Sister to the Rescue Part 1

By Hooked6

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Sister to the Rescue
By: Hooked6

Copyright September 2014 by Hooked6 ([email protected]) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.

Sister to the Rescue (Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, CFNM, ENF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
Chapter 1

(SYNOPSIS: Sophomore Victoria Sanders can’t stand her little brother. He was always picking on her and doing things to get under her skin yet when the tables are turned and he finds himself being picked on by bullies at school, she doesn’t hesitate to help him. Of course things have a way of not working out the way either of them imagined.)

“MOM . . . He’s doing it again!”

“Jason, stop pestering your sister. Why can’t you two just get along? Jason, here’s your allowance. Why don’t you go see if your friend Billy wants to go to the movies?”

My brother just laughed all the more as if he took great pride whenever he got the best of me. My mother’s half-hearted scolding didn’t seem to do a bit of good. Of course my mom just chalked it up to the normal sibling rivalry – something that was to be expected and endured. She just took it all in stride. Naturally that didn’t sit well with me as I just wanted to see her slap the crap out of him most of the time.

Jason was 14 and a freshman at the same high school I went to. We were only a year and a half apart which is why I guess he figured he was just like me and should able to do all the things I got to do. Of course I was older and entitled to a few more privileges and that, in my opinion, made him jealous which was the reason he picked on me.

This sort of thing went on day after day both at home and in school. Whenever we were near each other he’d find some way to aggravate me. Now I wasn’t a little miss goody-two-shoes either as I tried my best to retaliate. But, as fate would have it I was always the one who got called on it. “Victoria, leave him alone.”

“But mom, he . . .”

“I don’t care what he did; you’re older and should know better. Now give me your smartphone and go to your room. You can do without this for the rest of the day.”

See what I mean? He gets a slap on the wrist. I get punished. It just doesn’t seem fair! Now don’t get me wrong I love my brother but he’s just such a . . . such a BOY sometimes.

And so it went until one day last week I was having lunch in the school cafeteria and I heard shouting coming from a table in the corner. When I looked around I saw my brother sitting there all red-faced as the younger freshman girls were picking on him saying he could never get a date and calling him a nerd. They were laughing at him and calling him “Pee-Wee” and generally mocking the heck out of him. My first reaction was to laugh. “It serves him right to get a taste of his own medicine for a change,” I thought and went back to eating but after a few moments I felt sorry for him. When they started shoving him in his chair I started to get a little concerned. Then one of the girls picked up the hamburger from his plate and smashed it on top of his head making all the others standing nearby laugh hysterically. My little brother was becoming the center of attention in the whole cafeteria.

As I looked around to see if one of the lunchroom monitors was going to intervene and put a stop to this, I couldn’t see any of them around. Blood is thicker than water so I had to help the poor sap out.

“Okay, break it up,” I shouted forcefully as I made my way over to the crowd. “You’ve had your fun, now leave him alone. Go on, go about your business.”

“What’s it to ya?” one of the girls snapped back angrily.

“That’s my brother you little whore, now leave him alone unless you want a piece of this,” I said menacingly as I moved right up into her face. I felt confident as I was at least 2 inches taller than any of them and I was older and definitely looked it.

“Come on girls,” the troublemaker said. “Let’s leave this little sissy be.” With that they all left the lunchroom and headed outside.

I was proud of what I had done and figured my little brother would be grateful to me for getting him out of a jam.

“What the hell did you do THAT for,” he shouted as he stomped off angrily.

I hurried after him and grabbed him by the arm preventing him from leaving. “What are you on about? I just saved your butt you little creep. You could at least say THANK YOU! It wouldn’t hurt you to at least TRY and be civil once in a while, would it?”

“Oh yeah . . . well thanks a lot,” he said sarcastically and then jerked his arm free. “Thanks a hell of a lot! Now I’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school. I can hear it now, ‘There’s the boy who had to have a GIRL save him.’ Just stay out of my life, okay?” With that he too plodded off in a huff.

“Fine, ya jerk. See if I care,” I said to no one in particular. See what I mean? I can’t win.

Friday after school I decided to walk home as it was such a lovely day out. I always loved Fridays and I had so much fun planned for the weekend I wanted to just enjoy the moment. So there I was lost in thought just strolling along near the community park when I heard what I thought was someone half-shouting, half-whispering, “Hey sis! Over here!”

I looked around but didn’t see anything so I continued to walk on.

“TORRIE . . . STOP . . . Over here! I need your help!”

“What the . . .” I turned around and saw my dumb brother poking his head around from behind a tree. “What the hell do YOU want? I don’t have time for your games. I’m busy.”

“I need your help. This is SERIOUS!” he said in a loud whisper.”

“You need MY help?! The other day you told me to stay out of your life, remember? I don’t have time to waste on you.”

“PLEASE!’ he exclaimed, this time practically shouting. “I’m SORRY!”

I started to walk over to see what the matter was as he seemed to be in rather a panic - after all he did apologize, sort of anyway.

“DON’T come any closer. Just . . .”

Naturally I ignored him and walked right up to the tree he was hiding behind, “So what’s so important that . . . OH MY GOSH . . . YOU’RE NAKED!” I began laughing as I looked at my poor brother crouching down trying to hide himself using the tree for cover. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up upright and made him stand before me. He was blushing and his face was a deep shade of red. I was still giggling as I looked him over. I had gotten a brief look at his, um, package when I pulled his hand away to stand him up and it made me laugh. “I guess you really ARE my LITTLE brother, aren’t you? I thought you’d be . . . you know . . . bigger by now.”

“Cut it out, will ya? I know I’ve picked on you a lot lately but this is serious! I need your help.”

I couldn’t resist taking advantage of the situation as I didn’t know when I’d ever get another chance like this again. “So what’s in it for me? I’m busy and after all you did tell me to stay out of your affairs so why should I care about helping you now?”

“What’s in it for you?! What the hell do you want?! I’m in a fix here. Can’t you just see your way clear to . . .”

“Move your hands,” I said firmly, not thinking for a minute that he’d actually do it. I just wanted to make him sweat a little before finding out what had happened to him.

“MOVE MY HANDS?! What the hell for?”

“I want to see.”

“That’s sick.”

“Suit yourself,” I said as I started walking away thinking to myself, “Take that you little creep. That’ll teach you to pick on your only sister.”

“No wait!” he shouted after me. “I did it. See?”

I stopped dead in my tracks. Surely he didn’t really . . . he wouldn’t . . . not in front of his sister, would he? My natural curiosity got the best of me and I quickly turned around to see for myself - again not thinking for a minute that he’d really do . . . “OH MY GOSH!” I exclaimed. He really did it!! He was standing there in front of me exposing himself – not to mention his pathetic little boner. Okay . . . I’ll admit he wasn’t really small – at least I didn’t think he was, not that I’m an expert yet on such things you understand, but it seemed pretty impressive to me. But just so you know, there was no way I was going to let HIM know that.

“Cover that pathetic thing up!” I demanded, “And tell me what the hell happened.”

Sister to the Rescue Part 2 (Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, CFNM, ENF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
Chapter 2

My brother just stood there looking at the ground not bothering to even cover up that flagpole of his. He was clearly humiliated and desperate not to piss me off by going against my instructions as he clearly needed my help. He was also obviously stalling trying to find the courage to explain to me what had happened to him. “Remember those girls in the cafeteria last week?”

“Yeah . . . so?”

“They got mad about being showed up in front of their friends when you came over and they thought they’d teach me a lesson not to run to my big sister every time I needed help.”

“So they stripped you? Why the hell did you let that happen?”

“What was I supposed to do, punch them in the nose? They’re GIRLS for Pete’s sakes. A guy can’t punch a girl!”

“Oh good grief like you couldn’t out run them? You’re pathetic, you know that?”

My brother suddenly realized that he was still exposed, and erect, and standing there arguing with his sister like that was making things harder for him so he suddenly covered himself while his breathing quickened. He finally burst forth with his answer supposedly justifying his situation, “There were 4 of them, ya know, and only ONE of me!”

The whole situation was so surreal to me. I couldn’t believe what fate had placed before me. I should have been more sympathetic but I wasn’t. All I saw was the humor in the situation. Karma can be a bitch sometimes. “So where are your clothes?” I asked giggling trying to prolong his embarrassment.

“I don’t know. They took them.”

“They took them? They just stripped you and ran off with your clothes?”

Again, his face turned the deepest shade of red and his ears now looked like they were on fire. “Well . . . not exactly.”

“What do you mean – not exactly? Did they hurt you? What did they do to you?”

“Look . . . do we have to go into this now? I mean I’m NAKED here for crying out loud and in a public PARK no less.” He then lowered his head to the ground and softened his voice, “Besides I’d rather not talk about it.”

“What did they do? Do I need to call the police or their parents? What the hell happened?”

“NO!” he shouted at the top of his voice. That’s the one thing you CAN’T do.”

“Why not?”

“Because they took pictures of me and said they’d send them to everyone at school and even post them on Facebook if I told anyone about what happened.”

I laughed out loud. “Oh this is rich! You mean they stripped you and took pictures of you naked? You’re screwed little brother. At least you didn’t have that thing of yours sticking up in the air. That would have been . . .” I suddenly stopped in mid-sentence as I saw the look of sheer terror on my brother’s face. “Oh no, you didn’t . . . did you? You had a boner? You let them take pictures of you like that?!” From the sullen look on his face I knew the answer to my question. “You’re such a pervert, you know that? Can’t you control that thing for even a second?”

“What was I supposed to do? They were girls in my class – pretty girls and . . . Oh, you just don’t understand. I can’t control it. It does what it does. You wouldn’t know that ‘cause you don’t have one, so just shut the hell up about it, will, ya?”

I must confess I was SO enjoying this. For once in my life I was tormenting my brother and getting the best of it. All those years of him picking on me and now it was my turn. I couldn’t have had things turn out any better if I had planned it myself. “So what do you want me to do? Should I go find the girls and get your clothes back for you?”

“NO! They’ll be long gone by now anyway.”

“So I should go home then and get you something to wear while you wait here.”

“Not that either! That will take too long. Someone will find me! I can’t stay out here like this for that long. Couldn’t you just give me your shirt or maybe your pants to wear until we get home?”

“Ah, that would be a big NO. I’m not walking around in my bra or panties just because you can’t handle a bunch of little girls. I love ya, little brother, but not THAT much. I’ll call mom and have her come and get us. I’ll stay with you until she gets here so nothing will happen.”

“NO!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? She can’t see me like this! I’d just die!”

“What am I going to do then?”

He let out a huge sigh and crouched down behind the tree again in shame. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d think of something. You’re older and are supposed to be smarter. I guess I was wrong.”

Sarcasm didn’t become him and it certainly didn’t endear me to his cause at that moment. I knelt down beside him and tried to suppress my giddiness. It’s hard to sound empathetic when on the inside you are enjoying his agony so much, but I tried my best. “Look, little brother . . .”

“Do you HAVE to keep calling me that?” he interrupted.

“Calling you what, ‘LITTLE brother’? You are my little brother after all.”

“I know what you mean and it’s not funny. Just call me Jason, okay?

“Okay little . . . I mean, Jason, “ I replied with a snicker making sure he saw that I was looking right at that hand of his that was trying its best to cover what it could of his wiener when I said that. Oh I was SO enjoying myself!

“Cut it out will ya? You don’t HAVE to look there all the time, ya know. I know I’m naked. It’s creepy having you checking me out.”

“Sorry, now as I was saying the only option is for me to try and sneak you home.”

“How in the heck are you going to do that? Our house is 6 blocks away. I can’t walk home naked for 6 blocks in broad daylight!”

“Well . . .” I replied with a slight giggle, “it would be kind of funny seeing you walk naked down the sidewalk with all those cars passing by, but I have another idea.”

“What is it? I’ll try anything. Just get me out of this!”

“Well, I’m taking a risk here being your accomplice so if we do this and I help you and all, you’ll have to do EVERYTHING I say until we get home, okay?”

“Yeah sure, whatever.”

“I mean it little . . . I mean Jason. You’ll have to promise to do what I tell you to do and go along with whatever I say, okay? Otherwise we could both be in for it. This really isn’t my problem and I’m only getting myself in deeper if I am seen with you like this. You have to promise.” Of course I was only hoping to make the most of this by getting him to agree to my terms. I did know a short cut – a less traveled way to get to our house anyway – that part was true, but I also wanted to enjoy my new-found power just a little longer as well and take him down a peg or two. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt for him to think for once that he was really indebted to his big sister. Maybe he’d think twice about annoying me in the future if I helped him.

“Okay, I promise”

“Jason?”

“I mean it. I promise, okay? I will do what you say to do and I’ll go along with whatever happens, just get me out of here!”

Sister to the Rescue Part 3 Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, CFNM, ENF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
Chapter 3

I smiled at him for a moment just to reinforce my position of dominance and then I said, “Okay, first we have to cut across the park here towards Cooper’s pond then we can leave by the back way and head for home.”

“WHAT?! Cut across the park?! Those girls might still be . . .”

“Oh for crying out loud . . . You’re not still scared of them are you?” I said attempting to sound irritated. “Don’t worry little . . . I mean Jason, I’ll protect you. I’m not scared of those tramps. Besides, if they ARE still around maybe we can get your clothes back.”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Fine, then stay here naked until it’s dark. You’re on your own. I’ve got things to do, ya know. I can’t wait here all day for you to make up your mind. You asked me for my help and I’m giving it. So what’s it going to be?”

Jason just sighed and replied, “Oh all right, let’s just go then, but you’d better watch out for me.”

I turned and indicated for him to follow me and I feigned an attempt to stay near the shrubbery. I could have done a better job of keeping us concealed but I didn’t want to spoil ALL my fun. There weren’t really that many people in the park anyway and there were lots of places to stay relatively concealed in a hurry if we needed to, but I figured if I exaggerated the risk of getting caught, he’d better appreciate what I was doing for him later on. He was so scared that he was actually clinging to me every step I took. His hands were on my shoulders the whole time as he was petrified of getting caught and I could feel his hands trembling. He stayed so close that I felt his breath against my neck as we walked along. I knew he was using me for cover in case he was spotted. That was just the way I wanted him – vulnerable – safe, but vulnerable. All I could think about was mom’s reaction to seeing him naked when we got home and that made me almost giddy. THIS time he wasn’t going to get away with a little slap on the wrist. No sir, not today. He was going to get it big time and I was so looking forward to seeing that.

When I reached a clearing that I knew we would have to cross to get to the pond, I suddenly stopped to check things out and got the surprise of my life as my brother, apparently not noticing that I had halted, slammed right into me, He poked my bottom with that thing of his. “HEY! Watch it buster, back off a bit! We’re not joined at the hip, ya know.”

“Sorry . . .” he said sheepishly, obviously aware of what had happened. “I . . . I didn’t mean to . . .”

“Just forget it. You don’t have to follow so close. Nothing is going to happen to you so back off okay?”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one naked.”

I chuckled at his remark. “Yeah, I know!” I looked over the area for a while and it was pretty quiet with no one in sight. “Okay, here’s the risky part,” I said just to make him squirm, “We have to cross this open field but once we do that we are done with the worst part here in the park then it’s on towards home.”

“I don’t know . . . isn’t there another way around this?”

“Yeah, the sidewalk down Elm street; no you silly boy this is the only way to my short cut. Now I suggest we just walk out there like we own the place so as not to attract attention. If we skulk around out in the open like we’ve been doing we’ll only attract attention. So we have to walk out there confidently, no hiding behind me, understand?”

“Okay we . . . wait, what?”

“You heard me. We need to walk out there side by side as if nothing was the matter. We’ll be across this field before anyone is the wiser. If anyone does see us it will be from a distance and they won’t be able to tell that you’re not wearing anything. It will look like we are just out walking in the park. Now let’s get going. The longer we stay here the more people will eventually be in the park.”

My brother grabbed hold of my arm so tightly I thought he was going to cut off my circulation. I was surprised though that he was actually doing what I asked. I looked down and sure enough he wasn’t covering himself either. I raised an eyebrow and smiled as I said to myself, “score one for big sister.”

We started off and things seemed to be going well. After about 50 yards in the open I felt my brother finally relax his grip on my arm. Then I heard it.

“Hiiiiiiiiii Jay –son,” came a sweetly singing chorus of female voices. I turned my head toward the right and saw four girls that looked to be my brother’s age about 20 feet away and rapidly coming towards us. I could tell he wanted to die.

“Are those the girls that stripped you?” I asked puffing myself up to do battle with these delinquents.

“No, they’re just girls from my class. Sis, DO something! They’re gonna see me!”

“Too late little brother; I think they already did. Just act calm and go along with what I say.”

“But . . .”

“No buts – you promised.” The quartet was upon us in no time and surrounded my brother and me all laughing and carrying on as if they had just won the lottery.

“Hey nakey boy,” one of the girls said as she was giggling her head off. “Whatcha doing out here with no clothes on, huh?”

“Yeah, dipweed, don’t ya know it’s against the law?” said another.

“OH MY GAWD . . . HE’S . . . HE”S GOT A BONER! LOOK!” teased a third. I could tell my brother was about to bolt so I grabbed ahold of his arm and held him fast.

“Ooooo, look at his baby smooth butt!” another girl said giggling as she rubbed her hand across his flesh. It was all I could do not to laugh myself – but that would have been in bad form.

“CUT THAT OUT!” Jason said with his voice shaking. Despite my fun I knew I had to do something before things got out of hand.

“Hey girls, did you hear?” I asked excitedly.

“Hear what?”

“That my brother just passed his initiation. Isn’t that great? I guess you are here to congratulate him, huh? It takes a lot of guts and will power to pass one of those. Aren’t you proud of him?”

The first girl took a step forward and asked skeptically, “Initiation? Initiation for what?”

“Yeah, Jason, initiation for what?” asked another mockingly.

My brother looked at the ground sheepishly and replied, “For the chess club.” His answer was more like a question that a statement of fact.

“THE CHESS CLUB?! Oh that’s rich. Did you hear that Stephanie, he said the Chess Club.”

All the girls just roared hysterically. “That’s not what WE heard,” the first girl said teasingly. “WE heard that Kayla Adams and her friends stripped you and left you naked here in the park.”

“Yeah, she was the one who told us you’d be walking around without any clothes on and HERE YOU ARE!!!” Everyone began squealing with delight again and I felt like a total dweeb for being caught in a lie.

“Okay so now you found him,” I said trying to gain control of the situation by pulling my brother behind me to shield him from their gaze. “Can’t you see the poor guy is embarrassed?”

“He doesn’t look embarrassed to me. He looks EXCITED to see us!” All the girls squealed again and this time so loudly I began to get worried that we might really get in trouble if anyone in authority heard them carrying on. My poor brother, caught totally naked in front of his classmates with no place to hide except behind his sister; it must have been horrible for him.

“Settle down,” I said firmly. “You all go on about your business. You’ve had your fun. Now leave him alone.”

“Why should we? After all it’s not every day we get to see a naked boy.” With that they all started playfully pushing and pulling at his arms and legs trying to get him out from hiding behind me. They were laughing the entire time as my brother tried desperately to use me as his shield. It must have looked really silly as we twisted and turned this way and that.

Once again it was time for me to act, otherwise my brother wouldn’t think I was really trying to help him, not mention the fact that these girls were beginning to annoy me. I got one girl by the arm and literally flung her off my brother causing her to fall on the ground flat on her back with a thud. The skirt she was wearing flew up about her waist exposing her brightly-colored panties to all of us. I was a bit surprised that she fell as I didn’t mean to shove her that hard. She seemed no worse for wear though so I continued to try and act authoritatively. “LEAVE HIM BE!” I shouted, “Or you’ll be sorry.”

“Alright already,” the girl on the ground said in a huff. “We’re leaving. You’re such a bitch.” With that the other girls all gave me a scowl and started walking away. “Jason, we’re gonna tell everybody at school what we saw on Monday – especially about your little wiener. You’re such a loser!”

“Yeah, you have to have your big sister fight your battles for you. What a wuss.”

“Loser, loser, loser,” they all began chanting as they headed away.

Sister to the Rescue Part 4 (Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, CFNM, ENF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
Chapter 4

“CHESS CLUB?!” I taunted my brother playfully after they had gone. “THAT’S all you could come up with was Chess Club? No wonder they didn’t believe you. You could have at least said something manly like the track team or something. Chess club is so lame. You ARE a wuss.”

“Shut up,” he replied as he shoved my shoulder. “Let’s PLEASE get out of here before someone else catches me, okay?”

As much as I wanted to stay and relish my moment in the sun I knew he was right. With all that screaming and carrying on someone was bound to have heard us. Together we took off again towards the opposite side of the field. Once we got there it was a short way to Cooper’s Pond and home.

Despite what had just happened I encouraged my brother to remain calm and just walk as if nothing had happened. We walked about 10 minutes and we were making good progress. When we were about 20 yards away from the woods that encircled this field I heard voices.

“That’s her!” someone shouted excitedly.

I looked around and saw the same four girls that had just left us and they were joined by four other girls – two of which I recognized from the cafeteria incident with my brother. In addition there were three girls that I knew were a year ahead of me at my school – one girl, Lauren, was on the school’s softball team and the other two were volleyball players. All of them were rapidly running towards us.

“OH CRAP!” my brother muttered half under his breath. “Those are the girls that stripped me. Let’s get out of here!”

“Good idea,” I said and was about to take off when the group had us surrounded.

Lauren, the varsity softball player, grabbed me by my T-shirt and looked at the girl I had shoved. “Is this the one?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” the other girls shouted. “She’s the one who beat up your sister.”

“I didn’t beat up your sister,” I caustically.

“Yes she did,” the girl that had fallen said. “She pushed me down and made me flash my panties to that boy!”

‘Oh you’re exaggerating,” I protested indignantly. “You FELL down. That’s all.”

I’ll bet,” Lauren snapped, “and I suppose you stripped your boyfriend here too. What are you some kind of pervert or something. Isn’t he a little young to be your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my brother and . . .”

I was interrupted by one of the volleyball players, “That’s sick. You stripped your own brother?!” All the girls began laughing mockingly at me.

“NO! THEY did,” I said pointing to the guilty.

All of the gang of four from the lunch room looked at each other with innocent expressions and began shaking their heads in denial making me look foolish.

Lauren went up to my brother and grabbed him by his hair. “So little man, let’s cut to the chase, did you see my sister on the ground?” Jason just nodded his head as he was too petrified to speak. “And did you see her panties? DID YOU?” Again he just nodded.

“Seems like you’re a little liar, Victoria,” Lauren said as she got right up to my face. “We can’t blame the poor nakey boy here for wanting to look at a girl’s panties can we, girls? I mean they are weak and it’s in their nature to do such silly things.” The rest of the girls all echoed their agreement as they waited to see what Lauren was up to.

Perhaps Lauren finally understood that this was all an innocent mistake after all.

Lauren walked over to my brother and began playfully twirling some locks of the hair on his head. “So, if that’s true, I think we should indulge the poor boy.” Lauren then looked at her little sister who began to turn all pale. Lauren walked right up to her sister and put her arm menacingly around her shoulders. “I said, isn’t that right?”

The poor girl just stood there and meekly answered “yes,” with her voice quivering almost uncontrollably. Everyone else just stood there silently. You could have heard a pin drop it had gotten so quiet – even outdoors as we were.

Surely, I thought, the big bully wasn’t going to make the poor girl deliberately flash her panties at my brother. I didn’t have to wait long to find out because Lauren turned to her Volleyball friends and commanded, “STRIP HER!”

The poor girl covered her face with her hands and squealed. Then my world came crashing down. I was taken by surprise when I was suddenly thrown to the ground by those Amazons and one of them then straddled my belly. That girl wasn’t going to be stripped – I WAS!!!

The rest of the girls began laughing and chanting, “Strip her, Strip her, STRIP HER!!” The absolute bliss on their faces was plain as day. The girl at my head pulled off my T-shirt and Kayla, the girl that supposedly organized the forced stripping of my brother, began taking off my shoes.

My shirt was carelessly tossed over my head leaving my bra in plain sight. “NO STOP! PLEASE!!!” I pleaded at the top of my voice as I did my utmost to break free, but these girls were too strong. As the girl straddling me began undoing my belt and unclasping the snap of my jeans, I looked over at my brother. He was standing there with his eyes as big as golf balls staring at me. The little shit was enjoying this! I could tell he was eagerly waiting to see me stripped naked! I wanted to slap him so hard but I wasn’t even able to move a muscle.

Slowly my jeans were lowered down my hips until the top of my panties came into view. This girl knew just how to prolong my agony as she took it slow and stopped every few inches allowing everyone to take in the sights.

I wanted to die. “NO!” I screamed again, “NOT IN FRONT OF MY BROTHER!!” That last remark made everyone – including my retard brother – laugh hysterically.

Again she lowered my jeans even more until they almost cleared my vulva. I struggled in vain to break free but it was no use. The girl that was holding my arms was just too strong and Kayla was holding my ankles.

“NO, PLEASE . . . this is all a mistake, I SWEAR!”

Then in one quick motion the girl yanked them down to my knees and the girls all pointed at my pelvis. At first I thought it was because they could now see all of my light purple colored panties . . . but if only that was the reason. My worst fears were confirmed when I heard Lauren cry out, “What a slut. She’s wet! She LIKES this.” I must have turned six shades of red as I could feel myself blushing so hard. I immediately looked over again at Jason and he had this awkward look on his face. He was thrilled no doubt but there was something else. I couldn’t just place it. Whatever it was made me feel all the more humiliated.

Yes, I’ll confess that I had been a little aroused by finally getting the best of my brother and the power I had over him when he was naked. But I can assure you that I WASN’T aroused by my own stripping! At least I don’t think I was. Then my jeans were finally removed from my body and tossed aside like some useless trash that needed to be thrown away. Soon I was going to be naked and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then Lauren stood over me and indicated that the girls should stop. I let out a HUGE sigh of relief. I figured she was only prolonging my misery just to show me who was boss and emphasize the power she had over me.

I was wrong. She had something else in mind.

Sister to the Rescue Part 5 (Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, CFNM, ENF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
Chapter 5

Lauren stood over me with a silly smirk on her face. She then looked over her shoulder at my brother and asked as she pointed at me, “So do you like her panties? Do you think they are pretty?”

Jason nodded his head and meekly replied, “Yeah, they’re nice, I guess; Um, not very sexy, but real nice.” I couldn’t believe my own brother was critiquing my choice of underwear – while I was wearing them no less! How embarrassing!

“So you like them then?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Come here and feel the fabric . . . Come on, she won’t bite. I want to know if you think it’s soft.” The girls all laughed as Jason was literally shoved in my direction. “Well . . . go on . . . bend down and run your fingers over the surface. I want to know your thoughts.”

Reluctantly my brother bent down and ran his fingers across the middle of my panties from left to right and back again just inches above my . . . well, you know. I gasped when I felt the pressure of his fingers. He lingered WAY more than I thought he should then suddenly snapped his hand back. “They’re soft alright.” He replied as he stood back up sheepishly as if he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Lauren went over to where he was standing and grabbed him by the chin as the other girls continued to hold me down, “You wouldn’t lie to me boy, would you?”

All the blood seemed to run out of my brother’s face. He looked as pale as a ghost. “No ma’am. They’re definitely soft.”

Lauren let out a huge, almost evil sounding belly laugh. “Good because I’ve got a little present for you.” She then looked over at me and flashed me the most evil-looking grin I had ever seen in my life before commanding to her friends, “Take off her underwear girls and give them to Nakey boy here.”

In a nanosecond her amazon friends went to work. “NO! PLEASE!” I begged but it was no use. As several girls held my hands and legs in place, one of the Volleyball girls reached behind me and unsnapped my bra strap. I felt it pop loose and the tension holding my garment in place totally disappeared. I immediately pushed my back against the ground as hard as I could as if to try and prevent her from taking it off of me. Of all days to be wearing a strapless bra!! I screamed at the thought that my chest was about to be exposed – not only to those delinquents with their smartphones but to my own brother! I was only an A-cup and all that trash talk I gave my brother about his size was about to come back and haunt me big time.

Lauren came over and toyed with the cups of my bra teasing me. She’d pull my bra up just enough that the undersides of my boobs were exposed just a bit, then she’d let the cups fall back onto my chest. Each time she did this I just KNEW she was going to pull it completely off of me and show me off to the crowd . . . but she didn’t. She’d only laugh and then drop the bra back onto my chest – much to the amusement of all those present. She was messing with my mind and she knew it.

Finally when I wasn’t expecting it, she forcefully pulled it away from my body and tossed it to Kayla. I screamed and squirmed. I was desperate to hide myself but it was no use. The girls had ahold of me firmly and I was trapped. I looked over at my brother hoping that he was doing the gentlemanly thing and was averting his eyes in another direction, but NO . . . that pig was looking right at me with his mouth wide open!!

Lauren’s sister, the girl that I pulled off my brother earlier, was laughing so hard that she could barely mock me. “Would you look at that? She’s got nuthin!”

“SHUT UP!” I screamed angrily. “At least I HAVE something up top, unlike you LITTLE twerp!”

I was soon going to regret my outburst as Lauren wasted no time reaching down to playfully finger the waistband of my purple-colored panties. She’d pull the elastic away from my skin just a bit and peered inside in an exaggerated manner just to taunt me, “Well lookie what we have in here! Oh you girls aren’t going to believe this!” She’d then let the elastic snap back against my skin and giggle as she made a funny face as if she couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Naturally this made everyone there all the more curious about what she was on about. She repeated this charade several more times, each time lowering my panties a bit further down my hips and each time more of me became exposed!

“Take them off, take them off, TAKE THEM OFF,” they all began chanting as if to spur Lauren on to stop wasting time. Even my own brother was chanting with the rest of them. Lauren, however, was not going to be denied her opportunity to humiliate me even more.

Finally she jerked them completely off in one swift motion dragging them down my legs to my ankles as everyone laughed.

“Nice carpet, sweetie. Trim that yourself did you?” I just wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and die. I had been experimenting with my pubes over the last few months, sometimes I shaved and sometimes I didn’t, you know, just to see how I liked things. Who knew that I was going to be stripped today? Wouldn’t you know it would be on a day that I hadn’t groomed at all.   I was so humiliated. The more I struggled to try and get free or turn to try and hide myself, the more everyone laughed. They all thought it was funny. Several of the girls once again made derogatory comments about my body and my A-cup boobs.

“Are you sure you are in high school? My little sister is bigger than you.”

“It’s a good thing you have some hair down there otherwise you’d look like you were 12.”

I wanted to die.

Kayla gathered up my things and eagerly ran over to my brother and handed him my bra and panties.

“Put ‘em on,” Lauren commended in almost a military style voice.

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Put them on.

My brother just looked dumfounded. “You want me to put them back on my sister? NO WAY!”

“See girls, I TOLD you that boys were stupid. No Dufus, I want YOU to put them on YOU. What an idiot.”

My brother’s eyes widened even more than they had been, as he just stood there breathing heavily.   “But . . . But I’ll look like a girl!”

His classmates squealed with delight at his comment and many of them surrounded him and poked at him teasingly to get a move on. Reluctantly - perhaps out of fear or perhaps because he just wanted to cover himself up after being naked for so long – he stepped into my panties.

GROSS! I thought to myself. I’ll never wear those again, EVER!

Kayla helped him snap my bra in the back and everyone immediately brought out their smartphones to take pictures of him. EVERYONE wanted a selfie and they got it too. My brother’s face was crimson as he was forced to endure photo after photo. I could only imagine what was going to happen to those photos.

Then the unthinkable happened – they started taking pictures of me lying naked and spread-eagled on the ground!! “STOP THAT!” I screamed but that only seemed to inspire them to take more. The girls holding my legs couldn’t resist the temptation to pull my legs apart even wider than they had been so everyone could get a good look at everything I had! The worst was when Lauren got into the act posing with me – putting her face only inches from my nipple with her tongue hanging out as if she was going to lick it. Thank goodness she didn’t!!

After a few moments Lauren directed that my underwear be taken off my brother. At last, I thought, I was going to be allowed to get dressed and this nightmare was going to be over!

Boy how wrong I was.
END of PART ONE

(The End)