The Shame Games – Part Thirteen (Exh, Humil, mmmmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Thirteen (mmmmfffFF,Exh,Humil)
By: Hooked6

[Author's note: Chapter 13 is dedicated to my wife, Victoria (AKA Torretxt) who actually did Julie's task in this chapter on a dare several years ago – albeit with a slightly different outcome. With her kind permission and encouragement I have reused it here.]

That night I wrote to Nathan again and told him all about the day's events and brought him up to speed on the football game disaster as I had promised.

The next day he wrote back, "Sounds like a perfect day's work to me – satisfied your step-sister's needs and took part in an unexpected Shame Game. Speaking of your step- sister, what do you really think of her? Is she cute? Do you like including her in your games? I'm just curious and would love it if you would share your thoughts."

"Nathan . . ." I started to write and soon found myself typing away. It was easy to write about Julie. She was really great. Not only did she immediately grasp my subconscious needs by inventing the Shame Games, she seemed to genuinely care about whether I was happy playing it. Her imagination made the Games that much more interesting. Ok, she is really pretty too which helps a lot. I not only told Nathan that I liked playing the games with her but that I secretly enjoyed seeing her naked. There wasn't a thing about her that I didn't like. I also told him that I felt safe in confiding in her. I realize, of course, that my response probably sounded like it was written by the president of my step-sister's fan club, but I didn't care. I meant what I told him and that was all there was too it.

The following Friday Julie made an unexpected appearance. "I've decided to play Tom's Shame Game tonight." She explained.

"Wow, so soon?" I remarked.

"Yeah, you see I have the PERFECT game for HIM to play and I'm really looking forward to making him go through with it but I can't do it until I play his game first. So I figured there was no time like the present. Call him and ask if he's available this evening. If he is, tell him I'm ready to play and make sure that HE can do his turn tomorrow afternoon."

Of course I wasted no time in phoning my friend and as you might expect he literally jumped at the chance to have my step-sister in his power.

After supper I walked Julie over to Tom's house and we ended up in his room to discuss that evening's plan. Of course my buddy made me comply with Rule Number Two as soon as I entered through his bedroom door. No matter how many times I had been naked in front of my step-sister it was still exhilarating. I was hard in no time, much to my chagrin. Julie looked at me and gave me a wildly wicked smile before quietly turning her attention to my friend.

"I can't wait to see what Tom makes you do," I said excitedly breaking the silence.

"What makes you think that YOU can go tonight?" he asked smugly. "This is MY game and HER turn to play. I don't need any help." I was crushed. I hadn't ever dreamed that I wouldn't be able to witness her shame and humiliation; not to mention perhaps seeing her naked once again.

Julie looked over at me and saw my disappointment. I guess she took pity on me because she said, "I want Petey to come along. I think it would be fun. If it wasn't for him we wouldn't be playing these games in the first place."

"No way," Tom said selfishly. "I want you all to myself."

"You do know that I get to make the rules for you tomorrow. If Petey doesn't get to tag along tonight I might take it out on you when it's your turn."

"You might do that anyway after what I have planned for you tonight, so I don't see any advantage either way."

"Alright," she said musingly "Let's say I really do have something terrible in mind for you tomorrow. Wouldn't you like to have company?"

"What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

"Let Petey tag along tonight and he can play with you tomorrow when it's your turn. Misery loves company you know," she said teasingly. I really didn't like the sound of THAT! I did really want to see what Tom made her do though so I didn't utter a word of protest. I just stood there naked and silent waiting to see where this was going.

Tom studied the matter carefully as was his custom about most things. I assumed he was weighing all the pros and cons before making a decision. "Ok," he said finally. "He can come tonight but just to WATCH. I don't want him interfering in ANY way. And of course he has to do whatever I have to do tomorrow in exchange for the privilege."

"That OK with you, Petey?" Julie asked sweetly. I was so grateful for her taking up for me that I immediately agreed. I surmised that Tom relented because he figured that if I had to play tomorrow as well, Julie wouldn't be so hard on the two of us – me being her step-brother and all, than she would be if he played alone. I didn't know if Julie would go easy even if I DID play along, but I was certain that Tom must have something pretty awful in store that evening to be so worried about it.

Tom then closed the door, something which itself made me VERY nervous for my step-sister. He went to his closet and brought out a box and handed it to Julie who looked at it not knowing what to do with it.

"Tonight I want you to wear the dress I have in that box. I'm planning on taking you to several special destinations and I want you to look nice." he said with a grin.

Julie opened the box and pulled out a long, ankle length blue dress. "Why Tom, it's beautiful" she said taken by surprise. "I was expecting
something much more daring. You surprised me." The dress was a shiny blue, almost metallic color that sparkled in the light. It was silky too.

"You'll need a pair of dress shoes too. Size 8 I believe. Is that correct?" he asked. Julie still amazed by all of this reached out for the shoes and answered. "Why yes, how did you know?"

"Your mother told me," he said obviously proud of himself. "Go ahead and try the dress on."

Like a kid at Christmas Julie excitedly took the dress back out of the box and laid it carefully on the bed as she took off her jeans and blouse. Standing only in her bra and panties she reached for the dress when Tom interrupted her.

"I never said anything about wearing underwear. I only said to try on the dress. That's ALL you'll be wearing this evening." His words brought her back to Earth and I could tell she was getting a little uncomfortable having to strip completely in front of the two of us. Seeing such a beautiful conservative dress must have made her forget that she was about to play the Shame Game. She reluctantly reached around and unsnapped her bra and let it slowly fall from her shoulders in a vain attempt to keep her breasts covered until the last possible moment. She then tossed it on the bed. She looked at me and then at Tom before putting her fingers into the waistband of her panties and starting them on the slow descent down her magnificent legs. I heard Tom gasp a bit when her pubic hair came into view. Since I was already erect, it was all I could do to keep from shooting all over her as I stood in front of her, so breathtaking was the sight before me!

"Now can I put the dress on?" she asked smugly.

"By all means, Tom replied.

Julie stepped into the dress and began pulling it up her slender naked form. It was a halter-style dress in that tied at the neck draping over her breasts then around her sides forming a low plunge in the back. Despite the halter-style it was still very elegant and kept all the best parts nicely covered. "Here let me help you tie that," Tom offered as he stepped behind her. In my wildest dreams I couldn't imagine what Tom had up his sleeve as he stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. Why such a fancy dress, I wondered? The size was perfect and it made Julie look like a million dollars. Even the shoes fit!

"You look GREAT!" Tom said admiring his handiwork. "People surely will notice you. I'm sure you'll find that you will be the center of attention from both guys AND girls."

"Thank you," Julie said sincerely, obviously pleased with how she looked.

"So what are the rules of this game I have to play?" Julie finally got up the courage to ask.

"Are you sure you want to know now? Wouldn't you rather wait until we get to where we are going?"

"No I want to know now." She said her voice noticeably trembling betraying her anxiety. "And I suppose I'LL be the one driving us to all these places so I hope you plan on paying for your share of the gas money."

Yeah whatever," Tom replied unconcerned. "You see that dress you are wearing not only looks beautiful and is sure to attract attention of everyone that sees you, but the ties are also just as special. You see I have coated them with a very slippery wax and tied them with a unique type of slip knot. Why, you ask? Because that type of knot might hold the dress up for a few minutes or possibly an hour or so. Then without warning the knot will fail causing the dress to fall completely to the ground leaving you naked and exposed to anyone who might happen to be looking!" Julie's eyes widened at the thought as Tom continued. "So rule Number One no touching the dress at any time. If your arms are at your sides they cannot press against the material and you certainly cannot stop the dress if it does happen to fall. Rule Number Two there will be no covering yourself for modesty. If the dress falls you are to put your hands to your mouth as if you are shocked and count to TEN. No speed counting either, that's one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three and so on. Rule Number Three You will treat Petey and me as strangers. Act as if we don't know each other. If the dress falls you must ask me to re-tie it. If I give you a signal that I don't want to help, you have to ask someone else to tie it. You will hold the ties up behind your neck and as you hand them to the Good Samaritan, and then you will intentionally let them drop prematurely so as to expose yourself a second time before reaching down, after counting to ten of course, and re-hand them to your helper. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," she said in a whisper. "Wow. I'll give you credit. You sure put a lot of thought into this. I'm sure you're taking me to very crowded places all evening aren't you?"

"Heck yeah, but at least you have a CHANCE that the knot will hold. I mean there's no guarantee that the dress WILL fall - it just MIGHT fall. The agonizing part is that you have no idea when," he said laughing. "You should also THANK me for coming up with a plan that will at least make your exposure LOOK like an accident, even if it wasn't. I didn't want people to get the idea that you were some kind of cheap slut or something. The game will end when we are all back in this room. Let's go shall we?"

Julie turned around and had only taken a step towards the door when the dress fell! She immediately squeaked and without hesitation instinctively stooped to pick it up.

"You forgot the rules already?" Tom said teasingly.

"Oh sorry," she replied as she stood back up and put her hands to her mouth and counted to ten. I couldn't help but notice that "ten" was an awfully long time to stand naked! She was going to have to practice her body language too if she wanted people to perceive it was an accident. After reaching "ten" she picked up the dress and handed the ties to Tom who once again retied the knot.

"Man the silky material is so slippery that dress falls off at the speed of light!" Julie said after the knot was re- tied.

"I know, ain't it wonderful?" Tom joked.

We all headed down the stairs. To add to Julie's misery Tom stopped and had a lengthy conversation with his mother as we stood there patently waiting. I was sure Julie was a nervous wreck thinking that the dress was going to fall at any moment. Finally she told us to be careful and to stay out of trouble and we left for Julie's car.

"Where to?" she asked as she started the car.

"Oh. How about we start at the mall," Tom instructed with an evil grin.

"You rat," Julie said half under her breath.

Once at the mall parking lot, Tom had her park at the farthest point away from the mall thus forcing Julie to endure a long agonizing walk before getting indoors placing even more tension on the already tenuous knot. It also made the safety of her vehicle well out of easy reach.

Tom and I walked several steps behind her. To my surprise the knot held and the dress stayed put. Once entering the mall Tom whispered to Julie, "Just walk up and down the entire length of the mall, stopping here and there to do some window shopping when it suits you. Do not enter any stores just yet, however. I'll instruct you what stores to go in when I'm ready. Don't forget the rules," he cautioned.

As she walked along trying to act nonchalant, people were staring at her. The dress was beautiful to be sure but how many people do you know that go to the mall dressed in formal attire? People not only looked at her because she was pretty but because she also looked out of place. Tom was right. That dress sure attracted a lot of attention. There was no way for Julie just to blend in. The other thing that I noticed was that the mall sure was crowded. Friday nights brought out a lot of kids and teenagers just to have a place to hang out. The odds of Julie flashing her body to someone SHE knew were pretty high.

The longer my step-sister was able to meander around the mall the more comfortable she seemed. Maybe that stupid knot would hold up after all.
Then it happened. She had been standing in front of a store window mulling over the display. She had just turned away from the window facing the aisle way when the dress fell!! I felt so bad for her. There she was under the bright lights of the mall with people walking everywhere. Her breasts stuck out with very obvious sharply pointed nipples and her dark bush acted like a magnet against her pale skin saying "LOOK HERE!"

"OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!" Julie said truly in a panic. To her credit she didn't reach for the dress but put her hands up to her mouth and then after a second or two buried her face in her palms, I assumed to not only hide her face because she just couldn't look at the expressions of those staring at her as well as to enable her to reach the magic number of "ten"!

People were looking and pointing at her. "Oh the poor girl," some old man said to his wife, who suddenly pulled him in another direction away from Julie as he walked by me. I wanted to come to her rescue but I knew I couldn't. She must have reached "ten" because in an instant she stooped down and literally yanked the dress up almost as fast as it had fallen off her. She held the ties up behind her neck and fumbled with them as if she was trying to re-tie them. She looked around and spotted Tom and asked, "Would you help me?"

Tom smiled and replied, "Ah, sure." He then went over to assist as if he didn't know her at all and was just trying to help. Once the dress was on again people started moving along. The show was over and what a show it was!! Julie's face was as red as could be.

We walked along for a minute and stopped at another store window. "Man what a rush, huh? Tom asked.

"You have no idea, pal. No idea at all." She said struggling to catch her breath as if she had just run a marathon or something. Tom had her sit on a bench for a while as we walked some distance away so she could collect herself and the crowd could change. It wouldn't do for her dress to fall again in front of the same group of people he explained. So she sat motionless for 10 to 15 minutes.

Later he motioned for her to continue her journey. She reluctantly got up and resumed her trek sauntering here and there as if she hadn't a care in the world. Like before, the dress stayed put for quite some time, much to Tom's disappointment I'm sure.

After walking around a bit without results, Tom indicated that he wanted her to go to the second floor and led the way as I joined him and then later Julie followed. She got on the escalator and rode it to the top as we waited for her on the floor above. Just as Julie was about to step off the escalator her dress fell again!! She was in an awkward position of trying to comply with the game rules and at the same time having to walk off the escalator to let the people behind her exit all the while with her dress bunched up around her ankles. She tried to do both. Once again she squealed "OH MY GAWD!" and raised her hands to her mouth. As she tried to leave the escalator she somehow stepped right out of her dress as she stumbled around to get out of the way!!! She turned in a panic to face the dress left on the floor while she watched in horror as people getting off the escalator walked all over it! I could see real fear in her eyes as this was getting out of hand. There she was completely naked with her only means of cover lying on the floor under the feet of an endless parade of people exiting the moving stairs!! She was exposed for way more than the ten seconds she had bargained for.

To my utter amazement people, mostly teens, just looked at her and laughed making no effort to come to her rescue even though most of them had just trampled over her garment!

One teenage girl looked at Julie and then at her dress on the floor as she deliberately stomped on it. "Serves you right, slut! Next time wear a bra and panties!" Her remarks caused a couple of other girls to laugh along with her as if they were enjoying her predicament. "Aw, the poor bimbo lost her dress! Anyone got a spare?" Girls can be so cruel when one of their own is in trouble.

A man tried to reach down and pick it up for her but his wife or girlfriend jerked him away, obviously not wanting him to get involved with a naked girl!

"Oh this is TOO MUCH!" Tom said laughing hysterically. "I couldn't have planned this better if I tried!"

"Shouldn't we help?" I asked very concerned.

"Let's give it a minute," he said still laughing.

One of the girls that had been mocking her earlier came over and looked her up and down. To Julie's credit she hadn't been trying to cover up as the rules dictated and endured the humiliating scrutiny of her body by this cruel person. "Is this what you have to do to get a date? You must be desperate. Have you no shame?" she said trying to sound rude, but she was obviously just putting her on.

Her friend interrupted and said, "Don't pick on the poor thing and ruin her fun. Can't you see she's enjoying all this?" I was confused by her remark and wondered how she could tell Julie was enjoying all of this, until I spotted the rather obvious slick-looking line of moisture between her legs making its way down her thighs. Even I knew that meant she was turned on! The girl then pushed her way passed the amused shoppers and managed to get Julie's dress. "You want this back," she asked coyly "Or do you want to flash some more people first?"

"Yes please, I'd like it back," Julie quickly answered holding out her hands.

"Here, catch," the girl said and then deliberately tossed it way over Julie's head to her friend standing some distance behind.

Julie's mouth dropped open and she immediately turned around showing her butt to the next group of people getting off the escalator. "Give it back!" Julie demanded. The first girl just tossed it back to her friend while Julie jumped in vain to try and snag it. And so it went as people stopped to watch. A schoolyard game of Keep-Away ensued with Julie making valiant efforts to jump for her dress – causing her breasts to bounce uncontrollably making a most obscene display to the onlookers. I'm sure people got some good looks at the prize between her legs too as she squirmed this way and that trying to get her garment back. I know I did and I was sporting an obvious erection, which was embarrassingly pushing visibly against my pants!

Julie finally got a hold of the top of her dress at the same time the first girl caught the bottom. They played a short game of Tug-of-War until . . . RIIIPPPPP! The dress tore! The girl just laughed and purposely used all her strength to try and continue to tear it all the more. Her face strained as Julie pulled with all her might to retrieve her clothing from that girl's clutches. More ripping sounds were heard, much to the delight of the kids standing by. Satisfied with what she had done, the girl tossed her end back at Julie and said, "I don't want a torn dress! It's useless now. You can have it!" Both her tormentors quickly left chuckling all the way down the aisle.

Tom then chose that moment to come to Julie's aid as I quickly followed. The crowd eventually dispersed as Julie tried to put on her dress. I felt bad for my step-sister. The dress had a 2 inch V-shaped tear right up the middle of the front of the dress from the hem all the way up to her waist! Her pubes were clearly visible between the two ends of the fabric.

"Sorry, sis," I said trying to console her as Tom stood behind her and re-tied her top.

"I'll be alright," she said trying to sound optimistic. "It's not torn so bad that I can't hold it closed." She explained.

"Oh no you don't," Tom interrupted. "The rules state you can't touch the dress until the game is over and it's not over until we are back in my room!"

"But surely this is an exception," I protested on her behalf.

"Nope," Tom said smugly. "Let's just say this is one of those unfortunate, unforeseen consequences to playing the game. Besides I've got plenty of places to go yet. It's still early you know."

Tom led us along as Julie nervously tried to act natural, as though she was oblivious to the fact that her dress was revealing way more than it was supposed to. From the back she looked fine. But anyone approaching her would get a surprise if they happened to look in the right place. Tom obviously had some destination in mind as his pace was deliberate.

He entered a trendy teen clothing store and searched around until he spotted a Goth-looking teen girl dressed all in black with flaming red hair. She was wearing a name tag so she obviously worked there.

"This is Julie," he said pointing to my step-sister. The girl stopped what she was doing and looked at her. "She needs something trendy to wear. Can you help?"

The girl looked Julie up and down and said while continuing to chew her gum, "What's the matter girlfriend, not showing enough?" Julie blushed as she realized the girl must have seen her pussy. I was sure she wanted to pop the girl but she restrained herself admirably. The clerk softened her expression and said, "I think I can help her out. Wait here sister, I'll be right back." The clerk then disappeared among the racks of clothing.

In a few minutes she returned with a top and short skirt on some hangers. "Try these on," she said still smacking her gum.

As Julie reached out to take the clothes her dress fell off once again, leaving her totally exposed at the back of the store!!

"Most people usually prefer to use the dressing rooms to try on clothes but, hey, it's your bod, Hun. If you're OK with it . . . makes no diff to me." She said chuckling.

"You might as well just put 'em on, Julie. You're half way there already." Tom said teasing.

"She's a cute thing," the clerk said as she came closer and made no secret of hiding the fact that she was checking my step-sister out. "I'd shave those pubes though, ruins the effect. Have you ever thought about piercing your clit? The way it sticks out it would be a real attention getter." She said with admiration.

Julie's face turned deep red as she was obviously humiliated by her comments. In deference to Tom, Julie actually started putting on the clothes. Of course they were all black and way too tight. Tom had Julie model them for a minute before saying. "No, I think we'll keep looking. Thanks anyway." He indicated for Julie to give the clothes back to the clerk. Julie hesitated as the store now had many more people than when we had first walked in. "You can use the dressing room this time," Tom said much to her relief. His kindness surprised me as I watched her leave with the clerk. Maybe my buddy DID have a soft side after all.

After several minutes we heard a shriek coming from the dressing area and Julie suddenly came stomping out holding the ties of her dress behind her neck. "Could you tie this for me, please," she asked Tom in a huff.

"What happened?" I asked a bit alarmed.

"That . . . that Gothic Hussy back there tried to feel me up as I was changing, that's what!" she replied angrily.

"She did?!" I stuttered.

"Yes she did," she said as she pointed to a now grinning clerk who was leaning against the doorway. "She squeezed my tits bold as brass and make a kissing motion too as she dropped her hands towards my . . . oh, let's just get out of here!"

"Okay, we can go now." Tom said. He actually appeared a bit guilty as if he had set this whole thing up or something. I'm guessing he probably knew that clerk. I think Julie's reaction took him by surprise.

As soon as Julie's dress was tied we headed back out into the mall. Julie was leading the way and Tom let her go as we followed at a distance.

"JULIE?" a teenage boy called out.

My step-sister froze. "Carl? What are you doing here?" she said nervously. From the way she looked at him with her eyes all bugged out I figured this guy was somebody she knew, perhaps from school. Tom and I just stayed back and watched.

"Wow, that's a really nice dress," the guy said as he looked her over.
"I REALLY like it. It looks great on you."

Then almost on cue the dress fell down to the floor, once more exposing her body – only this time it was to somebody who she apparently didn't want to have see her that way.

"But I like THAT better," the boy said as he smiled taking in all of my step-sister's charms.

"OH I'm so sorry!" she managed to say. Julie was a trooper and did exactly as she was supposed to do and waited the full ten seconds before picking up the dress. She struggled to tie the dress herself when Carl stepped behind her. Ever so gallantly he reached for the ties as he said, "Here, let me tie that for you." Julie must have remembered Rule Number 3 or else she was just clumsy because she let go of the ties and the dress fell a second time now giving Carl a perfect view of her ass. This time Julie bent over a bit, I'm guessing to instinctively pick up the dress but her butt smacked right into Carl's pelvis surprising both of them. Julie said, "OH my GOSH!" and immediately straightened up. Carl backed up a step and then picked up her dress and proceeded to re-tie it. Julie looked absolutely mortified!

When the dress was back in place, Julie turned around and blushing profusely said, "Thank you . . . listen Carl . . . let's not say anything about this to the kids at school. It was embarrassing enough as it is!"

I think Carl was about to take advantage of the situation then he saw Julie staring at his now erect cock, the outline of which was clearly discernable through his britches. The funny part was that he wasn't very big. I mean if he was 4 inches I'd be surprised! I'm sure it was probably less and I couldn't be off by much as the little swollen bulge told it all. Despite the embarrassment that had just happened to her, Julie started giggling – a little at first then more loudly.

Carl looked at Julie smiling and then down at his pelvis then back at Julie. He blushed and started stuttering himself saying, "Ah, maybe, ah, that is you're right. Let's just keep this whole incident to ourselves. No need for anyone to know about this, is there?"

"No not at all," Julie said still giggling. "See you around, Carl."

Carl made a beeline for the exit door as Julie watched. "Man what a close call!" she said.

"Who was that dork?" Tom asked after he had gone.

"Just some turd at school. I can't STAND him! At least after this I don't think I'll have any more trouble out of him."

"I'll make a deal with you," Tom said to Julie.

"Oh?"

"We can quit early if you will sit on the hood of the car and show me your . . ."

"Hell no!" Julie said quickly. "What's between my legs is private. What else have you got for me to do?"

"Well, you're school is still playing its football game. I was thinking of having you drive over there and walk around the stadium a bit as the game let out. I'm sure your dress won't fall off TOO many times." Tom said evilly.

"FINE!" Julie said emotionally. "I'll show it to you and then we are done, right?"

"Suits me, how about you Petey?" Tom asked just to torment her. Julie's face got a shocked look as she realized she was going to have to show me too!

"Fine by me!" I replied excitedly, my penis straining the material of my pants.

Resigning herself to her fate she sighed, "Okay, I'll show both of you. Let's just get this over with."

We headed for the exit as Julie tried in vain to walk carefully so that her dress wouldn't open up showing her charms to every passerby that happened to look her way. Many people didn't seem to notice but the facial expressions on the ones that did were PRICELESS!

Once we reached the car Tom pointed to the hood and patted it teasingly. "Up you go," he said.

"You rat, you would have to make me park right under the streetlamp!" she said noticing how well lit the area was. She spread her dress in preparation to climb onto the hood when it fell off again!

"Just leave it off," Tom instructed. "It will be better this way."

"Yeah, better for who?" she replied nervously. She then stepped out of the dress and got onto the hood of the vehicle with her legs still closed. She nervously looked around and then returned her gaze back to the two of us. "Ready?" she asked. "I'm only going to do this once."

"We're ready," he answered.

Julie then swallowed hard and slowly opened her legs revealing the first complete female cooter I had ever seen! Even in the semi-darkness I could see that it was glistening, betraying the blushing face of humiliation my step-sister was displaying. We both took in every detail. I was so mesmerized by the sight that I actually came in my pants just looking at it! Julie noticed my pulsating bulge in my pants and the rapidly growing wet spot and just laughed.

"Why thank you Petey. That's the nicest compliment I have ever received," she said laughing nervously. She then closed her legs and hopped off the hood and quickly got dressed again.

"Just wait until tomorrow," she said as she got in the car. "You two haven't seen anything yet! If you think tonight was bad for me, just wait until you find out what I have in store for you!"