14 comments/ 524681 views/ 41 favorites Forced to Strip By: TammyTrueheart Edited by La Pantera Bonita My name is Tammy. I grew up in Mishawaka, Indiana. I was adopted by my parents at the age of one month. My father is a doctor. He had the connections to adopt a strong healthy baby. My brother, Kevin, who is three years older than I am, was adopted 3 months after me. Hence, he was always known as my "baby brother." My father's name is Edward Kim O'Dell. His doctor's office has his name misspelled; it is listed as E. Kim O'del. He never changed it. Why I don't know. He certainly had enough money to do so. I used to play in his office as a little girl. I developed into a woman at a very early age. By age 12, Dad had stopped giving me exams, although it was alright for his cronies to examine me. Don't get me wrong. They never did anything indecent, but I would have preferred being examined by my father, who I love very deeply. My parents were very protective of me growing up. I was born in 1964 and growing up in the 70's I was not allowed to watch TV programs such as "All in the Family" or "Saturday Night Live." As far as I know, I am still not allowed to watch them. By the time I was 15 I was wearing a 36D bra. By adulthood I would fill out at 38DDD. When I was pregnant- I was working on an entirely different alphabet. I weight lifted at the local gym. I was a cheer leader in junior high school, but decided not to be a cheer leader in high school, because my breasts were too large. They got in the way of the cheers and would flop all over the place. I didn't want my dad, Dr. O'Dell to be disappointed in me. I always insisted that any date, boyfriend, spouse, always address my father as "doctor". He worked hard to put himself through college. He earned the title and my respect. What I didn't understand is why my protective parents insisted I go to Camp Mishawaka in the summer. At age 15 I lost my virginity there, as well as 20 other girls, and most of us to the same counselor. We would call it camp Fuck-A-Muck. My parents never discussed sex with me. You would think a doctor could sit down and give his children a really good lesson on sexual education. It never happened. What did happen was at 17, my dad handed me a prescription for birth control pills. My parents must have suspected I was sexually active. My brother Kevin was a major league twerp. He whined about everything. As an adult, he would make national headlines when he fired a gay cook at Cracker Barrel's. Disney was Satan to him. Kevin didn't even look like me. I mean I know he shouldn't because we were not blood related, but he didn't look like anyone in town. He looked Hawaiian. He was muscularly built, with olive skin, jet black hair, and was a total sissy. At age 18 I was still short. At 5 foot 2 inches, I wasn't growing anymore. I would have stubs for legs all my life. However, I was proud of my large breasts, and no matter how I tried to hide them, the guys would always stare at them. My dad was the only guy who could talk to me and look me in the face. I had a slender waist back then. I was taking speed, which helped me keep the weight off. We lived in an old house in Mishawaka. I shared a bathroom with my brother, a Jack and Jill set up. Our bedrooms were on either side of the bathroom with our own private doors. I would go into the bathroom and bolt shut the door to my brother's room. What I really loved about this bathroom was the old fashion bath tub. I could hang my knees off the edge of the tub and place my pussy directly underneath the spigot. Between the rushing water and my fingers, I had some of the best sex in my life, up to that point anyway. I had suspected my brother Kevin was trying to peek at me through the keyhole. He wasn't very quiet when he was trying to be sneaky. It wasn't that big a deal, because the tub and toilet were out of his line of view. The only thing he could see was the door to my bedroom. I always made sure to be wearing clothes or a towel wrap by that point in my travel. One night I decided to start hanging my robe on the door knob so Kevin would have even less of a look. A few nights later I could hear him sliding a chair across his room. I didn't think much more about it. This would go on every night, every time I took a bath. Once while I was in the tub I glanced up at the door and I could see a quick light reflection off Kevin's glasses. He was peeking at me from above the door. This was an old house. It settled a bit funny so the door did not fit well with the frame, leaving a sizable gap at the top, where one could see inside the entire bathroom. Kevin had been spying on me for well over a week! He would watch me undress, bathe, and masturbate with the spigot. I couldn't even pee without an audience. I felt violated and unsure what to do about it. The tub did have a privacy curtain around it. I never used it, because I was always the only one in the bathroom, but I would use it now. I would use the downstairs bathroom if I needed to go to the toilet, and pull the curtain around the tub on the upstairs bathroom and walk around with a towel wrapped around me. After about a week of that treatment, I stopped hearing the chair bump and slide across the floor. He had apparently learned his lesson and knew I was on to him. I was a senior in High School. Baby brother was attending Bethel College majoring in business. On some days I arrived home before him, on other days he would get home before me. One Thursday when I got home I discovered Kevin in my room snooping in my panty drawer! I screamed at him, "What are you doing in my room?!" My folks were out at the moment. My asshole brother was holding up a bottle of pills. Kevin, the pervert, while rooting through my panties, discovered where I hid my speed. "I'm going to show these to Dad," the pervert threatened. "Go ahead; Dad gave me a prescription for those," I bluffed with authority. Dad didn't really give me a prescription for those, but he would give me prescriptions for all kinds of stuff, but speed was certainly not one of them. I can normally stand down my brother with a little force and ingenuity. "Okay I will" Kevin responded. I was shocked. Kevin never had done that before. "No wait" I pleaded. "Don't do that, big brother." "Okay, I won't, but what are you going to do for me?" Kevin asked staring at my breasts. I could kick myself now for this, but I blurted out, "What do you want?" expecting him to take one of my possessions which I didn't care about. "I w-w-want you to take off your clothes for me," Kevin answered very quietly, almost a mumble. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Boy this guy was awfully horny and desperate to blackmail his sister into undressing. I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly, or maybe even better, he would back down and take my John Cougar tape. "You want me to do what?" I pretended not to have heard his mumbled request clearly. "I w-w-want to see you naked," Kevin managed to get out. He sometimes stutters when he is real nervous. I didn't think there would be too much harm to it. After all, he did see naked about a month ago, peeping at me through the door. Besides I really didn't want to hurt Dad, and this would later give me something to hold over Kevin, once the pills were gone. "Okay" I agreed as I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and began to unbutton it. "No, No, not here," Kevin said stopping my strip in midstream. "Mom and Dad might come home and catch us. Let's go into the bathroom and lock the doors." Kevin was correct. Our bedroom doors had no locks on them. The only place we would not get caught was the bathroom. If they came in one door, one of us could go out the other to their room, while the other remained behind in the bathroom. It was the perfect place. We went together into the small bathroom and bolted the doors. Kevin sat down on the toilet seat while I began my strip in front of him. With my blouse already pulled out, draped over my plaid skirt, I undid the rest of the buttons. I undid them one at a time, with a slight pause between them. With each button I would flash open my blouse and then shut it again, allowing Kevin to see ample cleavage and bra for a few moments. Eventually the tease was over and the blouse came off. I tossed it next to my bedroom door. That would be "my pile". Kevin stared at my breasts as mounds of nearly tanned flesh protruded above my plain white bra. The damn thing was binding me in the side, I wanted to take it off next, but decided to make the little twerp wait a few more seconds while I fumbled with my plaid skirt. The button on the side didn't want to come loose. I had to work at it some. This caused the exposed tops of my breasts to jiggle. I could tell by Kevin's pants he was enjoying this way too much. The skirt finally came loose and dropped to the ground. Kevin's eyes bugged out as he stared at the dark patch outlined in my panties. I placed my foot up on the edge of the tub to begin some bobby sox removal (Mom always made us take our shoes off right after we got in the door). Kevin grabbed a towel from the rack and covered his lap. I heard his pants unzip, as he began to work himself with a little warm water and soap. I had removed one sock when I realized nerd-o was using my towel! He thought he was going to masturbate into my towel! That wasn't part of the deal. I grabbed my towel off his lap and snapped at him, "Use your own damn towel!" Kevin was shocked and a bit embarrassed. He covered himself up at first with his hand and scrambled for his towel. He didn't want to do or say anything to ruin this moment. Finally he just came out and asked, "You don't mind if I m-m-masturbate, do you Tammy?" "No, I d-d-don't," I responded making fun of his stutter. "I just don't want that goop on my towel. I might get pregnant from it. You're going to see me naked; I should be able to see you naked." Kevin then opted not to use a towel to cover himself. I couldn't help but notice his large penis. I haven't seen a lot of them up to this point, mind you, but what I have seen didn't look like Kevin's. Kevin's shaft was olive colored like he was. I would guess he had a good 10 inches, although, it could have been 8 or even 12 inches. Anyway it was a good 2 inches longer than anyone's I had been with before. It was a woozy-doozy. I tried not to stare at his exposed member as I continued to remove my socks. Kevin was sitting and stroking himself slowly as I stood there facing him in just panties and a bra. I reached both hands behind me to undo the snap on the bra. I bent over slightly so Kevin could see even more cleavage before the garment came off. Kevin increased his stroke speed on his shaft in anticipation. With a slight grunt, I got the snap undone and let the bra keep me covered for a just a brief moment before I slipped it off and tossed it on my clothes pile. Kevin's eyes stayed glued at my breasts. I stood there somewhat proudly with my hands on my hips. Kevin tilted his head in all directions like a gecko, making sure he could see my boobies from all angles. I even held the puppies up so he could look underneath them. That seemed to be the part he was missing in his research. "Well are you satisfied now?" I scoffed. "The panties" Kevin said softly. "T-t-take off the panties too. We did agree n-n-naked." Kevin's eyes shifted from my breasts to my dark patch, soon to be exposed to my brother just three feet away from me. I slowly slid down the material and flashed a lot of pubic hair, then stopped and put them back up again. Kevin looked up at my face (for once) for a sign that I was just teasing him. The pouting disappointed look on his face made me laugh. I had to smile at this point. Yes, I didn't really want to do this, but I was going to have some fun at it anyway and make the most of it. At times I rather enjoyed it, and other times I wished he would just go and rat to Dad. I began my panty descent again. This time I doffed the panties. I held them out to Kevin as if to give them to him. As he reached up for them, I tossed them on the clothes pile. There were some small pieces of skirt lint attached to my pussy hair. I brushed it off, and at the same time fluffed up my bush. Kevin's eyes followed the lint pieces to the floor, as if to make sure he knew where they landed, so he could retrieve them later. I stood there completely naked, again with my hands on my hips. "Now what? Are you through?" I barked. "No" Kevin responded. "Not just yet." "Well hurry, before Mom and Dad get home" I told him. Kevin slowly reached for my pussy with his "free" hand. I pulled back and slapped his hand. I wagged my finger at Kevin and said, "No! That wasn't part of the bargain." Kevin said, "It will help me get off faster." I didn't want my brother touching my pussy. The idea gave me the creeps. This was creepy enough. I compromised with him. I stood next to him and said, "Here, feel these" and placed his hand on my breasts. Hopefully that might hurry him along. These were the first woman's breast's Kevin ever felt up. He didn't do any real heavy squeezing. He never pinched the nipples, he just ran his hand across them, every now and then giving a gentle squeeze and putting a couple of fingers on my nipples. Kevin was having some trouble getting off.; perhaps being a little shy and nervous. He then made another request which shocked me. "T-T-Tammy, I would like to see your pussy." "I am already naked Kevin, you can see my pussy." Apparently his turning Chinese eyes was affecting his vision. "N-n-no, T-t-hat's not what I mean. I want you to get in the tub and hang your legs over the end around the spigot," the sneak said. His spying gave him an idea. I agreed to do this for him as long as he agreed not to touch my pussy, but he could feel my breasts. Kevin eagerly accepted. I lay back in the tub with my pussy spread open around the spigot. I turned the water on, but I wasn't in the mood to be touching myself in front of my brother. The warm water opened my pussy lips, but not very far. It was however good enough to keep Kevin happy. He would rub my breasts as I lay back in the tub. He would then move his head so it was directly over my pussy, so he could get a good view, and then back again to touching my breasts. This went on for a while and I realized Kevin wasn't going to get off because he was using both hands to rub, feel, touch, poke, pat and pry my breasts, while not rubbing himself. I heard the Buick pull in the driveway. I wanted to quickly hurry this along, even though Mom and Dad never come upstairs to check on us. I sat up in the tub, my legs moved down out of position: I soaped up my hands and grabbed a hold his penis and started to jerk off my brother. I hate to admit it, but Kevin had a really nice penis. I was fascinated by the velvet smooth touch of its head. Kevin was shocked for a moment as I was furiously stroking him. "C-c-can I touch you." Kevin asked, meaning my pussy. This guy just doesn't give up. I heard the TV come on downstairs. My parents would be down there for a while. I didn't want to, but I gave in to the whiner. "Okay, but only just a little bit." I am still not sure what I meant by "only just a little bit" but I didn't want to encourage the little creep. Kevin touched my pussy. There was no arousal in me. He tried to slip a finger inside me, but I was not lubricated. It hurt. I pulled my pussy back away from his hand and said, "Just feel it, Kevin." Kevin didn't have any problems with that while he played with my pussy. I felt a little pre-come on my hand. It was warm and slippery. This helped the lubrication process. I figured Kevin was about to unload. At this point I did a very odd thing. I stuck the end of his penis in my mouth and sucked on it while I stroked him. I was thinking of the best way to clean up "his mess" should one of my parents decide to come upstairs. I figured this would be the best way. This would be only my second blow job. I normally didn't give blow jobs. My brother shot his load down my throat. I loved it when his warm salty goop hit the back of my throat. I squeezed his penis some more, to get more out of it, but there was only a pearl drop left. As my senses returned, I realized I had a soap taste in my mouth from Kevin's penis. I did save my towel. I got up out of the tub as Kevin was putting himself back in his pants. I was spitting into the sink to get rid of the soap taste. I grabbed my toothbrush and began to brush my teeth. I was still naked and bent over the sink. My breasts were dangling down and rocking back and forth, apparently too much temptation for my brother who gently grabbed a hold of one. I was in no mood for him anymore. My obligation was fulfilled. I gave him a sharp jab in the ribs with my elbow and told him to get out. Kevin dutifully obeyed. I got dressed, took my pills and walked out of the house. I would find them a new hiding place. Forced to Strip Ch. 02 Forced to Strip Ch. 02: Tammy's Revenge Edited by Pantera Bonita Follows in sequence behind “Forced to Strip” and “Tammy and the Twins.” The night of the Who concert was well worth the grounding we got. We got home very late and we both got two months restriction. Yes, I know it is odd that my parents would ground a person who was 18 and another who was 21, but that is how things worked in my family. Age was not a factor in obeying or disobeying you parents. Besides they were paying for Kevin’s education. I would have to come straight home from school with no outside activity. They gave Kevin a little leeway on his restriction because he needed to spend time at the school library. In spite of that leeway, I doubt if he strayed much. Being a small town with many eyes tending to everyone’s business we wouldn’t dare cheat on our grounding. Besides our parents were like liberal prison wardens who gave us time off for good behavior. Six weeks tops is what I expected to serve of my sentence, then back to see Jimmy. In the meantime, I would get horny reliving that night I made love to Jimmy and his brother Johnny. I found myself spying on my brother through the bathroom keyhole, like I did as an adolescent. We shared a Jack and Jill style bathroom. It had an old tub, Dad converted to a shower with one of those do-it-yourself kits. Actually Dad didn’t do it himself. He wasn’t good around the home. He bartered with a sick plumber to put it in. I remembered that day. I must have been about 8 years old, standing in the bathroom doorway with my brother watching this man coughing, wheezing, and hacking up phlegm trying to put up a bar for the shower curtain. We had never seen someone cough up mucus like that. Mom herded us out of there and told us to “go play.” That was also the first day we ever played doctor. Unlike most kids, we used a real stethoscope, an old one discarded by our father. Kevin’s towel rack was located at the far end of the bathroom, away from all the porcelain, between the two doors. I had a good view of his large olive colored cock whenever he would dry himself off. He didn’t have a pattern or anything. Sometimes he would face my door, other times away, or to the side. I loved the times when he would face me, only inches away, he would vigorously dry towel his back and his cock would shake from side to side like an elephant’s trunk. His cock was still big and yummy looking even after being in the water. It didn’t crawl back into his body like so many I have seen, that would need my coaxing to come back out. It was a no excuse cock. I would normally be kneeling in front of the keyhole, with my pants unzipped fingering myself at this time. My passion would also come to an abrupt halt when I heard the door right in front of my face unbolt. My heart would jump up in my throat at the thought of getting caught in this position. Afterwards I would jump into bed and play with my pussy until I came. Sometimes I would use my fingers; other times I would use the aid of the dorsal fin of my stuffed toy dolphin Dad got me one Christmas. It was soft, firm, and furry and felt real good rubbing back and forth across my clitty. After four weeks of grounding, our parents were leaving town for a few days. Dad was going to a doctor’s convention and taking Mom with him. We children would be on the honor system as far as our grounding went. Since our parents would call us in the evening at an unknown time, (normally at 8PM) we would have to be at home for that. Plus heaven help us if any of our neighbors reported us running around when we should be at home. I was coming up the stairs headed for bed the first night when I saw a light coming from Kevin’s doorway. He hadn’t shut his door properly which happens often in our old house. His door had to be lifted a little by the door knob in order to get it to latch properly, if not it would swing open. I peeked in to see what Kevin was up to. The hallway was dark so he couldn’t see me. I took a chance and pushed the door just a fuzz to get a better view. Kevin was masturbating in his bed. His sheet was covering him so I couldn’t see his cock. An Annette Funicello movie was on his small black and white, no cable hook-up TV screen. Once Kevin got himself off, he flipped off his sheet. His penis was covered with a sock! He removed his sock, wiped himself off, and then placed the sock under the center of his mattress. Kevin went immediately to the bathroom afterwards. No wonder Mom would announce a day in advance to us kids when she was going to air out the mattresses. I bet she had found the old sock and didn’t say anything to avoid Kevin the embarrassment. I would not be so nice. This would be sooo easy. Besides I owed him one. While Kevin was eating Fruity Pebbles the next morning I slipped upstairs with a fork, grabbed, or maybe stabbed his crusty sock and hid it in my closet. I couldn’t bring myself to touch it with my hand. I threw the fork out. The thought of ever having to eat off that fork, even after it was washed was too much to handle. It was a boring Saturday for me staying at home, morning cartoons, Soul Train, and a dubbed Hercules movie. Kevin got to go study at the library. That evening, I heard a noise from Kevin’s room. I went to his doorway and looked in. He had his mattress turned over frantically searching through the sheets, looking under the bed, and even in his pillow case. I stood there and laughed at him. “Missing something?” I asked. Kevin was caught off guard. “N-n-no, I’m not looking for anything.” “Oh, I thought maybe you were missing a jack off sock.” I said, then turned and walked out. Kevin darted out of his room. “Where is my sock, give it to me” he demanded. “I am saving it for Mom. I want her to see what you do with the socks she buys you.” I said with no emotion. “Please T-T-Tammy, don’t do that. I’ll do anything you ask, but please don’t give Mom that sock,” Kevin pleaded. I couldn’t believe that he was acting so much like a child. Had he called my bluff, I would have given him the clone sock back. Mom would have thought me a bit daft to have given her Kevin’s crusty sock. She would have either told me to throw it out or to put it back. I am sure she knew her son was masturbating. Be that as it may, I had Kevin now. “Okay” I said. “I will give you your sock back, but you must first get naked and masturbate for me.” “B-b-but Tammy,” Kevin protested. “No b-b-buts now buster, strip!” I said. “Okay” He responded as he took off his shirt. “But it would be easier for me to masturbate if you were naked too, like w-w-we did b-b-before.” I thought for a moment. My main goal was to masturbate over seeing his cock. We pretty much did this same thing a couple of months ago. Only this time I would be completely in charge. I agreed. “Alright but I am in charge here.” “Yes sir, you’re the boss” Kevin agreed. I removed my tee shirt. The tops of my large breasts and cleavage became visible at the same time Kevin unsnapped his pants. “Do I look like a sir to you?” I arched my back and thrust out my breasts even more. Kevin laughed, “You are correct, you are definitely not a sir.” I removed my bra and set my chest melons free. Kevin watched them all the while he slid his trousers down to his ankles. I unsnapped, unzipped and dropped my jeans to the floor. By then Kevin had his massive dick in his hand, playing with it to get it hard. I watched Kevin as he slowly stroked his cock. I was fingering my pussy as I stared at his erect art work. It was really nice looking. We watched each other as we masturbated ourselves. I used one hand to squeeze my tits and pinch the nipples. But this is almost like tickling yourself. It would be so much better if someone else was pinching my tits. I took a quick gander around the room for a tit handler. Seems Kevin was sole option. I wondered if I could train Kevin to handle tits. He did such a lousy job the last time. I took Kevin’s unoccupied hand and placed it on my boob. I said, “Here squeeze.” Kevin resorted back to his idiotic palm technique across the nipple. “No”, I instructed. “Squeeze it, pinch the nipple. It is not a basketball, it just looks like one.” “I w-w-won’t hurt you if I squeeze it?” Kevin queried. How pathetically sweet I thought. “I’ll let you know when you are hurting me.” Now that I had pointed Kevin in the right direction, he wasn’t half bad. He squeezed my tits near the top and worked his way down to a gentle pinch on the nipple. “Pinch it harder” I pleaded. Kevin pinched harder. With one hand freed up, I was able to feel Kevin’s balls. They were stiff and solid. I tickled my fingers across them. Kevin began a stroke frenzy on his cock. I picked up my pace on my clit. Kevin had one hand working over my tit, one hand on his dick nearing orgasm. I was fingering fervently at my clit playing with my brother’s balls when the phone rang. I came out of my daze and looked at Kevin’s alarm clock. It was 8PM on the dot. I got up and streaked naked to my parent’s bedroom. I caught my breath for a second and picked up the phone and said, “Hi Mom.” Mom said, “How did you know it was me?” I couldn’t tell her that she had called for the last two nights at exactly 8PM and I had her figured out. “Lucky guess,” I said. Mom began her twenty question routine as I sat down on her bed. She wanted to know if I had been out, if anybody came over, any phone calls etc. when Kevin came “running” into the room. His pants were still at his ankles, his legs moving awkwardly with his cock still at attention jerking about. It was a funny sight and I found my self giggling at Mom’s questions. “What’s so funny Sweetie,” Mom asked. “It’s Kevin, Mom. He is making funny faces at me while I am trying to talk,” I said. I didn’t think she could handle the truth. “Well you tell Kevin, Mother said to stop,” Mom instructed. I pointed my finger at Kevin in a half scolding manner, “Mom said for you to stop making funny faces.” “I’m not making faces Mom, Tammy’s fibbing!” Kevin shouted so Mom could hear him over the phone. I continued to talk to Mom about the phone call she got when Kevin climbed on the bed behind me. I was sitting on the edge of the bed using the phone on the nightstand. While I was talking to Mom, Kevin reached around from behind and grabbed a hold of both my breasts. It felt good. I lifted my arms to accommodate his tit play. I wasn’t going to let him get to me while I was on the phone. I was going to show him how tough I was when all of a sudden he went from squeezing back to his stupid palm technique. I had to giggle again. Mom asked, “Is Kevin still making faces after I told him not to?” “Yes Mom he is.” I replied. “Put Kevin on the phone,” Mom demanded. I released myself from Kevin’s grasp, stood up and handed him the phone. “Mom wants to talk to you.” Kevin took the phone and assumed my old position on the bed, sitting on the edge. Seeing his huge penis hanging there, talking to Mom was too much of a temptation. I got on my knees in front of him and placed his cock in my mouth. I quietly moved his cock in and out across my lips so as not to make any noise Mom might remotely recognize, although until this day I cannot imagine my parents ever having sex or even getting naked in front of each other. Kevin spread his legs wide open and placed one hand on my head as I worked over his dick. He loved it. I could hear Mom’s voice over the phone, “Kevin, were you making faces at Tammy, after I told you to stop?” (Pause) “Kevin, Kevin! Are you even listening to me?” Kevin came back to earth for the moment. “N-n-no Mom, I w-w-wasn’t m-m-making any faces.” Mom said, “You’re lying to me Kevin. I can always tell when you are lying.” Kevin had to push my head off his dick as he told Mom what he did all day. He continued to deny making faces at me, but his stutter convinced Mom he was nervous about something. She had concluded he was lying. The fact that his sister was giving him head while he was talking on the phone never occurred to her. Kevin hung the phone up and we both lay down on our parents’ bed and laughed. We bonded on this event. We had a shared secret we would never tell anyone. Kevin reached over and began feeling up and squeezing my large breasts again. He was doing quite well. I eased back into a comfort mode and enjoyed my big brother touching my breasts and admiring his large cock. It didn’t take Kevin too long to plead, “Tammy, Sister Sweetie, ar-ar-aren’t you going to suck me again?” I giggled, “That’s one heck of a thing to ask your own sister. Okay, say please.” “Pretty please with sugar on it”, Kevin immediately offered up. He remembered the routine I used to put him through as children. I swung my body around to a horizontal sixty-nine position and grabbed a hold of his dick. I placed his dick to my open mouth and stopped short of sucking him. I looked up at Kevin’s face as his George W. Bush smirk went to a look of panic. Kevin opened his eyes and blurted out, “What? What? What’s the problem?” I said, “You ain’t resting through this one making me do all the work. You need to get busy buster.” I opened my legs apart. “Here start eating.” Kevin wrinkled his brow and said, “Don’t you pee from there?” “No. No, I don’t pee from there Kevin, not at that spot. Go ahead and lick it, if you want me to suck you off,” I replied. I couldn’t believe this guy was a doctor’s son. I gave Kevin’s cock a few slow deliberate sucks between my lips to coax him along. Kevin hesitated. He stuck his tongue out and approached my pussy slowly, like a kid might do to see if his tongue will stick to a metal pole in winter time. He ventured a few licks. He accidentally hit the clit once. I jumped a bit and said, “Oh yea brother dear that’s the spot. Just lick right there until I say stop.” I held Kevin’s cock up in my hand and sucked on his balls, first one, then the other, and then I put them both in my mouth. I slid my tongue up his shaft and flicked it back and forth on the underside of the helmet. Kevin responded with a little pre-cum. By the hardness of his balls I could see he was about ready to pop. I stopped licking for a moment and used the pre-cum as lubricant as I used my hand to slowly stoke my brother’s cock. It was just fast enough to keep him hard, but slow enough to keep him from cumming. I wasn’t quite ready to cum yet. Kevin had stuck two fingers in me and was finger fucking my pussy. It felt good, but wasn’t going to cut the mustard. “Kevin, you need to lick faster if you want me to finish you off. If I don’t cum, you don’t cum.” Kevin wagged his tongue back and forth in a rapid fashion across my love button. I juiced up in a hurry. Kevin was now getting his first real taste of pussy nectar. He pulled his face back for a second. It looked like he was eating a lemon. It would have been funny except this was my pussy he was eating. I put Kevin’s face out of my mind for a moment, which was easy to do when I closed my thighs around his ears. I found out I could get a second load of pre-cum by slowly stroking my brother’s dick. I rubbed it all over his shaft and placed his dick in my mouth. It glided real easy across my lips. Kevin began some pelvic thrusts in order to fuck my face. The first couple thrusts caught me off guard. His cock hit the back of my throat and caused me to gag. I backed my head off a few inches, so his beautiful cock wouldn’t hit the gag button on the back of my throat. The force of his cock going in and out of my mouth drove me crazy and I did a little pelvic motion of my own, as I forced my pussy into my brother’s face. He quickly got the idea of my needs and frantically fucked my pussy with his fingers. He stopped licking for a second, took a deep breath and continued to flick his tongue on my clit. As Kevin’s hot spunk hit the back of my throat, I grabbed his dick and pumped it dry for all it was worth. My pussy shuddered and pelvis jerked as I got pussy stick’um all over my brother’s face. I was relaxed now. I rolled off Kevin. He had red marks across his face and ears where my thighs had been. My parents’ bedspread was wet with sweat and pussy juice. Hey, I caught all of Kevin’s love juice; this was all his mess I figured. We did laundry together and had the bedroom looking good as new before my parents came home. And what happened when they came home? The warden gave me time off for good behavior. I was no longer grounded. Kevin remained grounded for an additional two weeks for lying to Mom about making faces at me. Forced to Strip on the Beach "We're not supposed to be doing this," Ashley whispered, even though there was no one else around. The other passengers were down at the surf line while Ashley and her sister Beth wandered near the far edge of the beach, close to the part where the sand ended and the deep jungle began. Their cruise ship sat idly off the coast, a glittering white vessel surrounded by blue-green water. "But if they don't catch us, it won't matter," Beth replied. She squatted down and ran her fingers over the soft sand, then stood up again and adjusted her bikini. It was the pink and green one, the one that showed tons of cleavage and barely covered her ass. Not that Beth needed to wear skimpy outfits to get attention—with her curly brown hair, big blue eyes, and killer body, men would've stared at her even if she was wearing a burlap sack with a head hole cut in it—but the 20-year-old loved teasing the boys, so she milked her hot body for all it was worth. Her sister Ashley, on the other hand, barely got any attention from guys. She had just turned 18 but was still as slim and athletic as a young girl, with practically no curves at all. She had the same brown hair and blue eyes as Beth, but her face wasn't nearly as pretty. She wore one-piece swimsuits and barely any makeup, and had spent most of the time during the cruise hiding under an umbrella by the pool with her nose stuck in a book. Ashley shaded her eyes and stared at the other passengers to see what they were doing. About two dozen of them had come to the beach while the rest of the group went into town to shop for souvenirs. Ashley and Beth were already tired of the shabby island markets with their cheap trinkets and ugly t-shirts, so they went to explore the beach instead. It also gave them a chance to get away from their parents, who had smothered them with attention during their yearly family vacation. Now that Ashley and Beth were both in college, spending an entire week with their parents was the worst form of torture. Even the beauty of the Caribbean wasn't enough of a distraction, because by now all the little islands looked exactly alike to the girls. They had already seen tons of beaches, but this one was different. Their activity director told the group that this beach was home to a special type of hermit crab that lived in gorgeous red seashells only found in this area. The shells were beautiful, but also protected by local laws. Tourists could take photos of them if they spied one, but it was illegal to remove one from the beach. That didn't stop Beth, though, who was determined to find one of the rare shells and sneak it back to the ship. The older girl was wandering slowly with her hands on her hips, eyes down, scanning the sand for the red shells. Ashely watched her sister for a moment, insanely jealous of Beth's grapefruit-sized tits and perfect ass, then she crossed her arms over her flat chest and walked in the opposite direction. Beth could do whatever she wanted, but Ashley was ready to go back to the ship. This stupid beach was boring. She was ready to dive back under that pool umbrella with her book, and—ouch! Ashley winced as she stepped on something hard and spiky. She peered down and saw a torpedo-shaped red shell half-buried in the sand, its pointed end sticking up. Ashley looked back over her shoulder. Beth was twenty feet away, facing the opposite direction. If she called to her sister, everybody else in the group—including the ship's activities director and the local guide who had met them at the beach—would know what they were up to. Besides, Ashley didn't want to be an accessory to something illegal. Beth could steal as many protected shells as she wanted, but there was no way Ashley was going to point them out to her older sister. The girl had carried her phone with her to take pictures. Trying not to draw attention, she aimed it at the sand, zoomed in, and snapped off several photos of the shell. "What are you doing?" Beth asked. Ashely jumped, because she hadn't heard the other girl come up behind her. "Nothing. I just—" "Nothing my ass!" Beth said, roughly pushing her sister aside. "Holy shit, you found one! Were you gonna keep it for yourself and not even tell me about it? I can't believe you!" "Keep your voice down," Ashley warned, but it was too late. A few people from the group were peering over to see what the girls were up to. "Here, stand in front of me," Beth ordered, taking her sister by the arms and arranging her like a human wall. "Pretend I'm adjusting my bikini or something." Beth ducked behind her sister, fiddled with the waistband of her bikini bottoms, then squatted down and grabbed the shell. When she stood up again, it was clutched tightly in her fist. The activities director, a short middle-aged man named Bob who wore white shorts and a white t-shirt, had wandered in their direction. "Everything okay, girls?" he called out. "Yeah, we're fine," Beth replied, flashing a smile as she stepped out from behind Ashley. "Just got a little sand in my swimsuit, that's all." "Well, come join the group," the man said. "It's time to head back." Beth giggled as she and Ashley followed after him. "This is so fucking cool!" "If anybody notices—" "Just shut up, okay? Nobody's gonna see it!" But as they reached the group, a chill went down Ashley's spine. The local guide, a young dark-skinned islander named Melvin, was asking the passengers to turn their pockets inside-out before they boarded the small shuttle boat that would take them back to the ship. "My apologies, friends," he said with an embarrassed grin, "but we can't have any of our beloved shells following you home." "Fucking shit!" Beth mumbled. The shell was so long that its pointy end poked out of her fist. There was no way to hide all of it, even if she kept her fist closed. And if Melvin asked her to open her hands, she was dead for sure. "Here, you take it," she told Ashley, bumping her closed fist into her sister's leg. "No way!" Ashley hissed under her breath. "Come on! I don't have any place to put it!" "Neither do I! Just drop it and kick some sand over it. There's no way to sneak it onboard!" But instead, Beth huffed and shoved the shell down the back of her bikini bottom. It was shaped roughly like a tube of lipstick and stood out clearly beneath the thin fabric, but Beth put her hands behind her back and did her best to hide the obvious bulge. Melvin gave each passenger a quick, friendly inspection then smiled and thanked each one. His smile grew extra wide when he reached Beth, the young man's eyes crawling all over the girl's exposed skin. "Okay girls, no bags, no pockets, nothing in your hands?" Beth and Ashley both shook their heads and held out their hands, palms up. The guide nodded and was about to turn away when he stopped and frowned. It was impossible to ignore Beth's firm, peach-shaped ass inside the skimpy bikini, but there was something odd about it as well. "I'm sorry, miss, but could you please turn around?" Beth blinked and swallowed hard. "Wh-why?" The guide leaned forward and tried to peer behind the girl's back, but Beth backed away from him. "What the hell's wrong with you?" she stammered. "Are you some kind of pervert?" "What's that in your bathing suit, miss?" the guide asked, his smile gone now. Beth snorted. "Don't you wish you knew! Now get away from me before—" "Is there a problem?" Bob asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked from Beth to the guide. Melvin ignored the activities director, then shouted Hey! so loud that Beth and Ashley both jumped. He was looking past them and waving an arm in the air, trying to get someone's attention. The sisters turned and saw another young islander, this one wearing a khaki uniform, jogging toward them from the small security hut at the dock where the shuttle boat was tied off. He was some type of guard, and sand flew up behind his feet as he dashed toward the girls. When he reached the group, Melvin rattled off something in his island language while pointing at Beth's ass the whole time. The security guard frowned at Beth. "You taking something from the beach?" he asked in a heavy accent. "No taking shells. It's forbidden." "You're both crazy!" Beth said. "I don't have anything!" The security guard twirled a finger in a circular motion. "Turn around so we can make sure." "No way! This is outrageous! I'm gonna get you both fired for this!" Ashley leaned toward her sister and muttered, "Just do it, for god's sake!" Now the security guard looked at Ashley. "You know something about it? This girl stealing shells?" "Mom and dad are gonna kill you!" Ashley told her sister. "Just do what they say!" Beth rolled her eyes and flapped her hands in the air. "Fine! Whatever!" She shoved a hand down the back of her bikini bottoms and yanked out the shell, then threw it on the sand at the guard's feet. "There! Now you've got your stupid shell back! Are you happy now?" Both Melvin and the security guard had grim looks on their faces. "This is very serious," the security guard said. The guide nodded and added, "The fine for stealing shells from this beach is very high. Do you have the money to pay it?" "But I didn't steal anything!" Beth shouted, pointing at the ground. "There's your damn shell right there!" Bob raised both hands, palms out. "Please, gentleman, can't we forget about this now that she's returned the shell?" He cast a nervous glance at the rest of the cruise ship's passengers, who stood in a cluster a few yards away. Some shook their heads in disbelief while others just chuckled at Beth's stupidity. "You might not take this seriously, but we do," Melvin answered. "These shells are protected by law. If you steal one, you pay a fine." "But she didn't actually remove it from the beach," the activities director pointed out. "How do we know you don't have more?" Melvin asked Beth. "Because I don't, you idiot!" "Beth, shut up!" Ashley hissed. "We need to search you," Melvin said. Beth's eyes opened wide. "No fucking way!" Melvin and the security guard had a short, rapid-fire conversation in the local language, then Melvin repeated, "We need to search you. If not, we'll have to call the police. Then you will be arrested, and you will definitely have to pay the fine before you're allowed to leave the island." The activities director laughed nervously. "Come on, guys, can't you give her a break? Our ship is supposed to leave in four hours." "If she has no more shells, she can leave right now," Melvin said. Bob shook his head and sighed. "I don't think you have a choice," he told Beth. "Again, no fucking way!" "Just do it!" Ashley barked, ready for the ordeal to be over. Melvin turned to the security guard. "Call the police. We can't do this all day." The guard nodded and pulled out his cell phone, but Beth yelled Stop! She stared at the sand, her mind reeling. There was no way she was allowing these creeps to haul her off to some island jail. Who knew what would happen once she got there? And how long would she have to wait until her parents came to bail her out? She might spend hours sitting there in her bikini while the police drooled over her the entire time. Plus, her mom and dad would absolutely kill her for this. Better to get it over with now and get back to the ship before the situation got a lot worse. Beth ran both hands through her dark hair then said, "Okay, you win." She held her arms over her head and turned in a slow circle, giving Melvin and the guard a good look at her body. Both men had open lust in their eyes, and the other passengers from the ship were enjoying the view of Beth's body as well. "See? There's nothing else." Melvin laughed bitterly. "You're asking us to trust you? Like I said, you must be searched." "But I don't—where would I hide anything? Look at me, you can see I don't have any more of your stupid shells!" "Hands over your head again," the guard ordered, in a voice so sharp that Beth obeyed without hesitating. "Now turn around." The girl turned her back to him, and the guard squatted down and put both hands on one of Beth's ankles then dragged them slowly upward. "Hey! Cut it out!" she bawled, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm wearing a fucking bikini, for god's sake! You can see my whole fucking body!" The guard ignored her, running his hands all the way up her thighs until the fingers of one hand were pressed to the warm spot between her legs. Beth yelped in surprise, but then the guard switched legs and started at the other ankle, once again sliding his hands all the way up Beth's leg until one hand was rubbing the girl's pussy through the thin material of her bikini. Then he stood up and put his hands on Beth's waist, barking out "Stand still!" when she flinched. The girl stood there shivering as the guard ran his hands up her sides then over her tits, pausing to give each one a rough squeeze. "Turn around!" the guard bellowed, and Beth obeyed. Her lip quivered as she stood there facing the men and the two dozen other passengers from the ship, not to mention her kid sister. But Ashley didn't seem bothered at all, and was actually thrilled to see her stuck-up sister humiliated in public like this. The guard looked Beth in the eye and barked, "Now strip!" Beth's arms flew down to cover herself. "What?!" "Gentlemen, please—" Bob stammered. "She could have more shells tucked away somewhere," Melvin said. "We must be certain." "No!" Beth yelled, tears in her eyes now. "I'm not doing it!" Melvin sighed, looking almost bored now. "If you're arrested, the police will do it themselves. They will take your swimsuit away for inspection, and you will probably sit in your cell naked for the rest of the day. Would you prefer that instead?" Beth looked at Bob, pleading, but the little man only shrugged. He had been watching the girl flounce around in her bikini for days, and the thought of seeing her naked was already making him hard. Beth then turned to her sister, but Ashley shrugged too and said, "Do you really want to go to jail? Just show them you don't have any more shells so we can get back on the damn boat." Oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this! Fighting back tears, Beth slowly peeled off her bikini top. She kept one arm over her tits, though, then used the other hand to push her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Melvin, Bob, and the others caught a glimpse of her dark bush before she clamped a hand over it, then the girl angrily kicked her swimsuit across the sand toward the men. "There!" she spat, still covering her naked body with her arms. "Search it all you want! I don't have any damn hidden pockets!" The guard chuckled under his breath. "Don't need to search your bathing suit. I need to search you. My brother works at the airport. I know all the places people smuggle drugs. You could smuggle shells the same way." That made Beth laugh too, but it came out sounding hysterical. "Are you joking? You think I'd shove a seashell up my twat or something? Are you people totally out of your fucking minds?" "Arms above your head again," the guard ordered. When Beth hesitated, he pointed a finger at her face and shouted "Now!" Beth's jaw dropped and she raised her arms like the guard had just pointed a gun at her. Every man on the beach, including the other passengers who stood a few yards away, sighed when they saw her naked body totally exposed. Beth's heavy tits were pale compared to the tanned skin around them, topped with large pink nipples. Her dark bush was clipped short, just a thin line of hair covering her pussy. "Now jump," the guard ordered. "Jump? Why?" "To shake loose anything you've got tucked away. Do it." Tears streaming down her face now, Beth began jumping up and down on the sand. Her big tits jiggled and bounced, and every man on the beach was suddenly so hard they had to fight to hide their erections. Then the guard ordered Beth to turn around and jump some more, giving the men a perfect view of her round, firm ass, which was just as pale as her tits. "Now bend over. Reach back and spread your cheeks." "What? No!" "Do it!" Beth did as she was told, but she was so humiliated she could die. She couldn't believe she was standing there spreading her ass cheeks in front of two dozen people, all of whom had a clear view of her exposed pussy and ass now. The guard came closer then bent down until his face was only a few inches away. He studied Beth's naked crotch for a few seconds then grunted and stood up again. "C-can I please stop doing this?" the girl begged. When the guard nodded, Beth stood up straight again and wrapped her arms around her naked body like she'd done before. She looked at Melvin. "Is he finished?" The guide exchanged a few words with the security guard, who shrugged and nodded. "He says he's done." "Thank god!" Beth blurted. "Ashley, give me my bathing suit!" "Get it yourself," her sister muttered. Ashley was actually sad the whole ordeal was over so fast. She had enjoyed seeing her big sister brought down to size for a change. "You little bitch!" Beth snarled. "I ought to kick your ass for this!" She wiped the tears angrily from her face then bent to pick up her bikini, but Ashley reached down and grabbed it first. "What the hell are you doing?" Beth wailed. "Give me that!" "Go fetch it," Ashley said, throwing the bikini as hard as she could toward the water. It only sailed a dozen feet before the two pieces fluttered to the sand, but Beth still gasped and ran after it. Melvin, the guard, and all the guests from the ship watched as the girl stumbled across the sand, big tits bouncing again as she desperately chased her bikini. She snatched the bottoms up first, but they had gotten turned inside out and she fumbled with them before she was finally able to step into them and yank them all the way up. But the suit's crotch was full of sand, and Beth cried out in pain as the gritty bikini bottom rubbed against her bare pussy. Fighting back fresh tears, she held the bikini top at arm's length and flapped it back and forth, sending loose sand flying. This made her big tits jiggle once again, even though she tried to cover them with her free arm. When most of the sand was out of the top, Beth wrestled her way into it. But her movements were so fast and frantic that one of the shoulder straps broke, and she had to keep one hand clamped over her left tit to keep the fabric in place. Beth stomped back to her sister, her mouth a grim line. "You'll pay for that," she muttered. "Please, girls, don't fight," Bob said. "It's all over. Let's just get back on the ship now and forget about it." "These two are sisters, yes?" Melvin asked. "They are," Bob confirmed. Melvin motioned to Beth. "I even saw this one try to slip a shell to the other one before I searched her." Melvin and the guard both stared at Ashley, whose eyes suddenly grew wide. "Then we need to be thorough," Melvin said with a grin. "You better search this one, too." A smile spread across the guard's face as well as he turned to Ashley. "Miss, please remove your swimsuit." Ashley's mouth dropped open. "What?" "We must make sure your sister didn't pass any shells to you," the guard replied. "But she didn't! I swear!" Melvin said, "Please do as you're told, miss." Ashley swallowed hard. Melvin, Bob, and the guard were all staring at her, waiting, and the rest of the cruise ship passengers were craning their necks to see what would happen next. "What's wrong, sis?" Beth asked with a sneer. "You were fine when I had to strip." "But I...I..." Even though she still wore her black one-piece swimsuit, Ashley wrapped her arms around herself as if she were already bare. She had never been naked in front of anyone before. Not her sister, not her friends, and certainly not a man. She wouldn't even change in front of the other girls in the school locker room. Instead, she'd hide in one of the bathroom stalls after gym class then take a quick shower and put on clean clothes after everyone else left. Forced to Strip on the Beach Bob rubbed a hand over his bald head and laughed uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, Ashley, but I don't think you have a choice. Let's do this fast so we can all get back to the ship." "Yeah, come on," her sister said. "We don't have all day." "But I can't!" Ashley cried. "I just—" Melvin sighed. "Call the police," he told the guard. "We cannot inconvenience the other passengers like this." "No! No, wait!" Ashley bit her lip, imagining the same scenario Beth would have faced if the police were involved. Hauled off to some island jail, stripped and searched by a roomful of leering cops, left in some dirty cell for hours until her parents came to bail her out. She swallowed hard again, her whole body trembling. "Okay. I...I'll do it. But will you..." She gestured vaguely at Melvin, Bob, and the guard. "Will you stand in a row so the others can't see?" Melvin rolled his eyes. "Fine. If it will make this go faster, then yes." He stood facing Ashley with his back to the rest of the cruise ship passengers, then motioned Bob and the guard to stand on either side of him. Together, the three men formed a wall that mostly shielded Ashley from view. Beth stood off to one side, frowning. Why the hell didn't she get the same treatment? "Okay, let's go," the guard said. Ashley glanced from one man to the other. They were only three feet away, close enough to reach out and touch her. She took several steps back and was about to reach for the strap of her swimsuit when she realized she was still holding her phone. She looked down at it dumbly for a moment, then Beth snapped, "Here, give the damn thing to me." Ashley placed it in her sister's hand then stepped back again. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought, trying to control her trembling arms and legs. Just relax. Don't think about it. Ignore the three men staring at you. Pretend you're all alone, changing clothes in your room back home. Block everything else out. It'll all be over before you know it. Ashley gripped both shoulder straps then began pulling the swimsuit down toward her waist, so slowly that she might have been performing a seductive striptease. First her apple-sized breasts were revealed, the small pink nipples hard as rocks. Then Ashley pulled the swimsuit lower, revealing her flat stomach, but she stopped when it reached her waist. I can't do this. Not while they're staring at me like that! "Hurry up, sis," Beth said, clearly enjoying her sister's humiliation. "Show 'em what you've got so we can get out of here." Trembling, Ashely looked up at the clouds. She couldn't stand to see the three men staring at her, and the only way to avoid that was to look away from them. The girl took a deep sigh, hooked her thumbs in the sides of her swimsuit, then shoved it down to her ankles. The three men barely caught a glimpse of her brown bush before she clapped one hand over it and flung the other arm over her small, firm tits. Melvin shook his head. "Hands in the air, miss." With tears in her eyes, Ashley did as she was told. She raised her arms over her head, giving Beth and the three men a clear view of her naked body. The men all grinned wickedly, and even Beth had to admit that her sister had a great body. Her tits were smaller, of course, but Ashley was taller and leaner with a perfect stomach and slim, toned legs. Since Ashely was still looking upward, Beth aimed her sister's phone at the girl and snapped off a few quick photos without the other girl even knowing it. "Jump up and down," the guard ordered. Ashley obeyed, nearly falling over head-first because she'd forgotten that her swimsuit was still wrapped around her ankles. She stumbled at first but then caught herself, her face going red as she stepped out of the swimsuit and started hopping in place, her small tits jiggling. Then the guard ordered her to turn around, and all three men grinned even wider at the sight of her smooth, firm ass. Ashley was told to jump again, then the guard ordered her to bend over. "Reach back and spread yourself open, just like your sister did." Ashley looked over her shoulder at the group. "P-please...isn't there some other way? I just...I can't do it...not that..." The guard stepped forward. "You will do it, and you'll do it now, or I'll do it for you." "No! Okay, okay!" Sobbing now, Ashley leaned forward then reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. She stared at the ground while the guard hunched down behind her, muttering to himself as he peered between her legs. After a few moments, he finally grunted and stood back up. "She's okay. You can go now." Thank god! Wiping her eyes, Ashley turned around and reached for her swimsuit—but it was gone! She wrapped both arms around her naked body and looked frantically from side to side, but it had vanished. The guard was already walking back to his hut and Bob and Melvin were talking together a few feet away, but none of the men had anything in their hands. Ashley turned to her sister for help, then noticed that Beth had one hand behind her back. "Beth!" Ashley hissed, darting behind her sister so the other cruise ship passengers couldn't get a good look at her. "Did you take my bathing suit?" The older girl chuckled and brought her hand to the front of her body again. The black swimsuit was wadded up in her fist. "I ought to keep it after what you did to me, but here," she said, tossing the swimsuit to Ashley. The younger girl caught it and tried to slip it back on, but the damp suit got all tangled up around her knees. Ashley swore under her breath as she fought with it, her tits jiggling again as she bent forward and struggled to pull the suit up to her waist. "Smile!" Beth said, and Ashley froze then looked up in shock. Beth had just snapped another picture with Ashley's phone, a close-up of the girl bent over with her tits hanging down and her brown bush in full view. "Stop it!" Ashley squealed. "Don't you dare!" She pulled harder on her swimsuit, ripping the fabric, but she finally managed to get the material up her stomach and over her tits. The whole time, Beth continued fiddling with the other girl's phone. "Okay, let's post all of these to Facebook," she said, giggling as she tapped the phone's screen. "There! Now let's see how many likes you get before Facebook takes them down." "Nooooo!" Ashley screamed, running at her sister. "Give me that! We have to delete them before anybody sees!" She grabbed Beth's arm but the older girl pulled backwards, and soon the two girls were stumbling across the sand toward the ocean. "Let go!" Beth yelled. "No, you let go!" Water splashed around their ankles as the girls stumbled into the surf, spinning and wobbling, then both sisters fall flat on their asses in the shallow water. Ashley pulled herself to her knees, coughing and spitting. Her wet hair hung in her face, and she had to swipe it away to see where the phone had gone. Beth was lying on her back, laughing as the small waves rolled over her legs. "Is this what you want?" she asked, holding up the dripping phone. "It's all yours." Ashley grabbed it and stabbed the screen with her fingertip. It was totally black. She mashed the power button over and over, but the phone was dead. "Sorry about that," Beth said, still laughing. "Guess there's no way to delete them now. But look at the bright side. Remember how you always wanted to be famous when you were a kid?" Ashley just stared at her sister, her mouth open. "Well," Beth continued, "I think you're about to get your wish!"