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Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 01

By: RyteLyne



Marie looked at her watch nervously. It was almost 4:00 that Saturday afternoon, and the party was set to begin at 8:00. She had worked so hard for this, and she desperately needed everything to go as planned.

The 19-year-old brunette spent most of the afternoon at Tom's house. This was her last chance to practice, and she was determined to make it count. Marie pressed her ex-boyfriend to deliver serve after serve against her. While Tom's house needed cleaned before his party, Marie's priority was practicing table tennis.

Marie invested a good part of the previous year learning the ins and outs of table tennis. While she wasn't about to win any major tournaments, Marie felt confident enough to take on her most reviled opponent. All of Marie's training, focus and preparation was dedicated to winning a single contest; she was committed to finally besting her older sister at something, and this was going to be her night.

Marie, who dreamed of becoming a teacher, was about to start her second year at community college. Kristen, on the other hand, was finishing up her undergraduate degree at NYU and choosing between numerous law school options. Marie's parents, along with almost everyone else Marie cared about, felt like Marie was settling. While Marie was perfectly content with her life, Marie's family, her parents in particular, pushed Marie to be more like her older more successful sister.

Growing up, Kristen and Marie were almost inseparable. They came from a respected family and had plenty of friends. Kristen was always very protective of her younger sister, and Marie idolized her older sibling. It was a given that if you made fun of or harassed Marie you would deal with Kristen. Marie, however, didn't have to provide the same protection as no one was going to mess with Kristen.

In high school, Kristen's priorities changed. Her interest in boys, sports and academics replaced the time she once spent with her younger sister. Marie didn't take Kristen's newfound priorities well at all. Marie resorted to just about any tactic to keep her older sibling's attention; this only pushed Kristen further away.

Kristen was her high school's valedictorian, captain of the cheerleading squad and homecoming queen. Marie, on the other hand, was a good student with average looks. Marie failed to make the cut in Kristen's social circles, and Kristen was more than happy to leave her little sister behind. 

Over time, Kristen's apathy toward Marie turned to resentment. Kristen could no longer tolerate Marie getting attention or recognition, and Kristen was prepared to ensure Marie accepted the new order of things. By the time Kristen graduated, the sisters didn't have much of a relationship at all.

It was Kristen's track record with boys that upset Marie the most. While Kristen never dated any single guy for more than a month or two, Marie would have loved nothing more than a steady boyfriend. Any time a boy would show interest in Marie, however, Kristen would insert herself into the equation.

Marie had three boyfriends in high school, and each of them left Marie to either date or try to date Kristen. Kristen dumped each of the boys within a few months.

Even after Kristen went to college, the older sister managed to sabotage Marie's social life. Kristen stayed in touch with high school contacts mostly via social media. Kristen reached out to any guys showing interest in her younger sister. A little online flirting from Kristen was usually enough to distract them away from Marie.

Tom was one of the three boys lucky enough to both date Marie and get dumped by Kristen. Tom actually grew up with Kristen; they were in the same classes from kindergarten through high school. Tom, like most guys, had a crush on Kristen but didn't stand a chance with the school's most popular girl. Instead, he settled for Kristen's little sister.

During Tom's senior year, he dated Marie for a few months. They hit it off well enough but never got past second base. Marie and Tom's relationship ended prematurely, however, when Kristen suddenly focused her attention on Tom. True to form, Tom dropped Marie for her older sister; Kristen then ended up dumping Tom with a text message the night after graduation.

Marie and Tom stayed in touch but never dated again. Marie liked Tom well enough but couldn't get over his betrayal. Tom liked Marie well enough but couldn't get over Kristen. Somehow, through everything, they developed a solid friendship.

Even though Marie would never admit it, Tom was the closest thing she had to a best friend. While Kristen was able to build a social life for herself apart from Marie, the younger sibling was more reserved. Marie was hardly an outcast; she just didn't have many close friends.

Starting before his junior year in high school, Tom threw an annual back to school party at his house. It was the one party he could throw every year where his parents would be out of the picture. Even Tom's younger sister, Tina, was usually out of town with her parents. These parties were anything but stereotypical keggers with drunken kids jumping off the roof into pools and lines of horny couples leading into the bedrooms. 

Tom's parties usually consisted of 10-15 friends watching movies and playing table tennis. Held the final Saturday before school began, the get-together always took place during the town's River Festival. Each year, Tom's party finished with a quick trip downtown. They would walk through the crowded streets and talk about the coming school year.

Tom always had a passion for table tennis. He would spend hours watching online videos of various competitions and tutorials. He played in several regional tournaments, but never threatened greatness. Tom's obsession even became a running joke around school. Everyone kidded Tom that he played table tennis because he wasn't tall enough for basketball or big enough for football. Tom took the kidding in stride; on some level, he knew it was true.

Tom taught both Marie and Kristen to play table tennis, but neither girl initially acquired Tom's passion for the game. Marie and Kristen did eventually devote time to improving their skills, but their focus was not thanks to Tom or to the love of table tennis. Instead, the sisters' embraced the game out of competition with each other; it could have been skeet shooting or water polo as long as it gave Marie an opportunity to one-up her perfect older sister.

Marie remembered Tom's last back to school party like it was yesterday. Over the past year, in fact, it was pretty much all she thought about. During that party, Marie lost a table tennis match and corresponding bet to Kristen. It was the most humiliating experience of Marie's life. She determined that a rematch would happen this year and that she would win.

While most college freshmen were making friends and enjoying their freedom, Marie was practicing her serve. When other students were preparing for midterms, Marie was working on her forehand smash. Now, after a full year of preparation, Marie was ready for revenge. Marie was ready for her rematch with Kristen.

"Let's call it an afternoon," Tom suggested. "You can't lose. I promise you."

"Not after what happened last year," Marie insisted. "I can't take any chances."

"Come on," Tom begged. "It really wasn't that bad."

"Not that bad?" Marie argued. "You weren't the one passing out drinks wearing a thong and nipple stickers."

"This is true. Still, you've been working at this for a year. How could Kristen possibly beat you?"

"Just one more game," Marie insisted. "One more game and you can get ready for your party."

"Deal," Tom replied, "but you're helping set up."

"I'll help you set up already. Now serve the damn ball."

Tom was more than happy to spend time with his ex-girlfriend. While Marie would never win any beauty pageants, she was plenty attractive in a girl next door way. Marie had straight shoulder-length brunette hair and big brown eyes. Marie was shorter and curvy but nowhere near overweight. Every time Marie joked that her hips were developing faster than her b-cup breasts, Tom would offer repute. Generally speaking, Marie was a good looking young lady who would never be mistaken for a supermodel. 

Marie's self-consciousness about her looks was born primarily out of endless comparisons to her 5-foot-11-inch sister. Kristen sported a short curly blonde Penelope cut hairdo with deep blue eyes. She developed taut c-cup breast by the 11th grade and, thanks to a rigorous athletic routine, was perfectly toned. Where other girls had magazines and movies for unrealistic body standards, Marie only had to look to her flawless valedictorian cheerleading sister. Seeing the sisters together, you would guess Marie was adopted. This assumed you noticed Marie at all.

After their last practice game, Marie kept her promise and helped Tom get ready for his party. She set out trays of food and ice while he lined up his movies and video games. Any actual cleaning would have to wait until after the party.

"So how many are coming?" Marie asked.

Ten, maybe twelve," Tom responded casually. "The usual."

"I just hope I can get her to play me," Marie said.

"Kristen'll play you," Tom assured Marie. "She'd never turn down a chance to show up her little sister."

"But, what if she beats me?" Marie asked. "I can't go through that again. Not after last year."

"Beats you?" Tom laughed. "You outplayed me a few times. There's no way Kristen's gonna defeat you, not after all your hard work."

"I don't know," Marie said. "I hope so."

"Relax. Everything'll go according to plan. I promise."

Marie knew Tom had no way of backing up his promise. Still, she was glad for the encouragement. Just once, Marie wanted to get the upper hand on her sister. After tonight, Kristen would go on to become an international lawyer and the pride of her family. Was it too much for Marie to want this one thing? She worked so hard to make all this happen after all.

Not wanting to run into her sister before the party, Marie borrowed Tom's bathroom for a shower and change of clothes. Marie spent weeks planning her outfit for this evening. She needed something comfortable that could also pass for party attire. 

Marie left her hair straight even though she brought a tie for use during her match. Marie started with a sensible white bra and orange cotton panties. The undergarments were chosen to be comfortable and sexy at the same time. Marie hoped nobody at the party would see her underwear, but she had to be prepared nonetheless. Marie slipped into a tight orange turtleneck shirt with open shoulders and three-quarter sleeves. She matched the top to black stretch jeans and ballerina flats.

After changing clothes, Marie returned to Tom's basement where she watched television while waiting for the other guests to arrive. At long last, her night had come. Marie was nervous; her hands were shaking and her stomach twisted in knots. Still, she remained resolute; she was going through with this one way or the other.

Soon enough, Tom's first guests joined the party and immediately initiated their own game of table tennis. Susan and Jenny both went to the same community college Marie attended. The three girls went to several movies and parties together over the past year, but Marie always felt like the third wheel. Marie liked Jenny well enough, but Susan was always somewhat of a bitch toward Marie. Marie chalked it up to Susan's possessiveness with Jenny, Susan's best friend.

Marie grabbed a diet soda and pulled up a chair to watch Susan and Jenny play out their contest. After Marie's year-long immersion into Ping Pong, she could easily spot the flaws in their games. It was funny, really. The two girls basically took turns serving. Any type of rally seemed well beyond their skill set.

As the amateur contest played out, the basement filled with an eclectic assortment of young adults. Mark, a quiet computer science major, took a seat in the corner by the television. Mark was nice enough but never really talked to anyone. He was wearing his trademark Polo shirt and Khakis with tennis shoes. 

Sean and Shane, fraternal twins, grabbed a couple drinks and blended right in with the group. Having come from a military family, the boys were social chameleons who could fit in with just about anyone. Throughout high school, Marie had a crush on the brothers but never acted out on it. Neither brother payed her much attention after all.

Lucas joined the party with his younger sister, Crystal, and his friend, Ben. Lucas was going to college on a soccer scholarship and dreamed of moving to Europe as a professional "futball" player. Ben was also an avid soccer player but couldn't boast Lucas' skillset. Despite already being 18, Crystal was about to enter her senior year in high school. She was the youngest at the party and, frankly, wasn't invited.

Always fashionably late, Marie's sister was the final guest to arrive. "There you are, sis," Kristen said to Marie as she stepped into the basement.

"Hey, Kristen," Marie said nonchalantly. "You look cute."

As usual, Kristen was dressed to a tee. The tall blonde modeled a blue and white autumn striped shirt with long sleeves and a low-cut square collar. The shirt showed off just a little midriff above her high-rise super skinny blue jeans with a ripped out knee. Her red pumps matched her belt and blazing lipstick.

"Thanks," Kristen responded without returning her sister's complement. "Tom still didn't get rid of that stupid Ping Pong table?"

"I guess not," Marie said.

"Well, you better be careful," Kristen returned with a chuckle and a wink. "You don't want tonight ending up like last year."

"Not a chance," Marie responded confidently.

Kristen didn't take the bait. Instead she made her way over to Tom's makeshift bar for a beer.

"I think I want a drink," Susan said handing Marie her paddle. "Why don't you take over?"

Marie accepted the offer and scored a couple easy points on Jenny.

"Wow, Marie," Tom said for Kristen's benefit. "You're getting better at this. I got the next round."

Jenny handed Tom her paddle. "You can take over now. I'm over it anyway."

Marie was glad to see her sister looking over as Tom started his first serve. Things were going according to plan. Marie knew she had to play well enough to get Kristen's attention but not so well that Kristen would turn down a bet. By the time Tom reached his game point, Kristen was hovering over the table.

"I'll play the winner," Kristen demanded as Tom went to serve.

Tom couldn't resist showing off for his ex-girlfriends. He launched a high toss serve towards Marie who didn't even get a solid swing at it. The game was over.

"I'm up," Kristen said reaching for Marie's paddle.

"Actually," Tom said. "Why don't you take my place? I need to keep the party moving along anyway."

"OK, then," Kristen said snatching Tom's paddle. "I'm not sure it'll be much of a game, though."

"You beat me one time," Marie said as she pulled her orange hair tie from her pocket. "One time."

"One time?" Kristen joked. "You still have those cute nipple stickers, anyway?"

"Shut up," Marie snapped tying her hair in a ponytail. "We playing or no?"

"Why not," Kristen said as she tossed the ball to her sister. "You serve first."

Marie picked up the white plastic ball; she held it in her open palm as Kristen kicked off her pumps. Marie went to throw the ball into the air but stopped short.

"Tell you what," Marie said looking her older sister dead in the eye. "How about another bet?"

"Another bet?" Kristen jabbed. "You know you can't beat me, right?"

"Then why not put your money where your mouth is?" Marie returned.

"Fine then," Kristen asked. "What's the bet?"

"How about the loser serves drinks in her underwear?" Marie wanted much more out of the bet but had to bring Kristen along slowly.

"That's kind of lame," Kristen responded. "You did more than that last year."

"OK, then," Marie added. "The loser also has to go to River Festival in her underwear."

Kristen thought for a minute staring intently at her younger sister. Kristen was obviously intrigued by parading her half-naked sister through downtown. 

"OK," Kristen said. "Let's do it. First to win three games takes the match."

"But of course," Marie said with a grin.

By now everyone had gathered around the Ping Pong table. Even Mark came out from his corner to witness the contest. With the exception of Jenny, Susan and Crystal, all of Tom's guests were at his last party. They all remembered Marie stripping down to a thong and bulls eye nipple stickers then serving a round of drinks; everyone seemed more than up for a repeat performance.

For better or worse, the match was on; Marie's trap was set. All Marie had to do was make her sister feel confident enough to raise the stakes, and Marie absolutely planned on raising the stakes.

Marie prepared herself for the first two serves. She attempted a short backspin serve, but the ball failed to clear the net. On the second serve, Marie cleared the net but didn't get any spin on the ball. Kristen slammed the ball back across the net and completely out of Marie's reach. It was already 2-0 as Kristen prepared for her own first serve.

Kristen wasn't a table tennis technician, but she was naturally athletic with great coordination. She also knew how to deliver a solid high toss serve. As the game reached 4-0, Marie remembered how tough a competitor her sister really was. Marie made a mental note of this but wasn't anywhere near ready to let her sister off the hook.

"That's OK, Marie," Lucas yelled out. "Just don't lose your focus."

Marie split her next two serves but failed to score on either of her sister's subsequent rallies. The game was 7-1 and getting out of hand. While everyone at the party had consumed themselves with the sisters' game, it wasn't turning out to be much of a contest.

"I hope you're wearing clean underwear," Kristen joked as her sister missed another serve. 

"I'm just getting started," Marie answered before tendering a weak backhand spin serve.

Kristen drove the ball back across the net barely hitting the table's corner. Kristen followed that up with two perfect high toss serves and won the first game 11-1.

Tom glared at Marie as the sisters switched sides. Marie looked back nodding as if she wasn't worried. Tom was certainly worried for her.

Marie started off the second game much stronger than the first. Kristen lost her first serve after Marie fought off an intense rally. Kristen did score with her second serve, but Marie followed up with two points of her own. The promising 3-1 start for Marie, however, ended as an 11-6 victory for Kristen. Marie was one loss from having to serve drinks in her underwear. 

Marie asked for a break before the third game. As she headed to the upstairs restroom, Kristen made another crack about how Marie better prepare her underwear for public viewing.

As excited as the group was, the guys were especially disappointed that Kristen was winning so easily. Ben, Lucas and the twins were clearly rooting for Kristen to lose. Throughout high school, Kristen was that one girl every guy wanted but couldn't get. The idea of Kristen having to strip for them would be a dream come true even if it was just stripping down to her underwear. Two games into the contest, it looked like they would have a better chance dreaming for world peace.

Tom waited a minute then followed Marie upstairs. He caught her just as she was stepping out of the facilities. "Are you OK," he asked. "What's going on?"

"Don't worry," Marie said. "This is all part of the plan."

"This is your plan?" Tom scoffed. "You do realize she's kicking your ass, right?"

"I know," Marie said. "That's the plan."


Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 01



"I thought the plan was to spend a full fucking year learning table tennis so you could actually win a game."

"I will," Marie insisted. "I promise."

"When?" Tom asked. 

"Soon," Marie insisted. "Kristen has to feel like she's in complete control. Then I'll get her to raise the stakes."

"Raise the stakes?" Tom asked. "How so? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"You'll see," Marie said confidently as she brushed Tom's shoulder. "I promise."

"I hope you know what you're doing," Tom warned. "Your sister's not someone to be messed with."

"I think I know my sister," Marie answered confidently. "Trust me."

Tom and Marie walked back to the table where Kristen was waiting impatiently.

"It's about time," Kristen said shaking her head. "Should we play the next game or do you want to go ahead and strip now?"

"Kristen?" Marie asked humbly.

"Yes."

"Can we just call this off?" Marie asked. "Please?"

The room hissed at Marie's request.

"Call it off?" Kristen responded. "If I was winning, would you let me just call it off?"

"Well, I don't..."

"No, Marie," Kristen interrupted. "If you were winning, we wouldn't call it off. You'd make me go through with our bet. Why would I treat you any different?"

"Then how about we play the best two out of three matches?" Marie asked.

"Best two out of three?" Kristen asked. "Again, why would I do that?"

"Come on, Kristen," Tom added in support of Marie.

"No, you come on," Kristen demanded. "Are you really trying to welch?"

"I'm not welching," Marie demanded. "How about we go double or nothing?"

"Double or nothing?" Kristen asked with a curious grin on her face.

"We play best two out of three matches," Marie proposed. "Whoever loses has to serve drinks totally naked for the rest of the night?"

The audience erupted at Marie's suggestion. Even Mark broke his silence to cheer for the upgraded bet.

"Really?" Kristen asked grinning widely. "What about River Festival?"

"Can we please not do that?" Marie begged. "I...I mean the loser shouldn't have to go out in public like that."

"I'll do best two out of three," Kristen agreed, "but the loser has to run River Festival naked too."

"There's no way I...er...the loser could do that," Marie argued. "It's not even safe."

"Fine," Kristen relented. "You can to go to River Festival in your underwear, but you have to streak naked through the parking area."

"OK," Marie agreed reluctantly. "I can agree to that."

"Oh, and one other thing," Kristen said. "After you lose the first match, you still have to strip to your underwear and serve a round of drinks."

"But, that's not..."

"Either that or we just stick with the original plan," Kristen demanded of her sister.

"Fine."

Tom looked nervously at Marie, and the brunette smiled back at him. For better or worse, she convinced Kristen to raise the stakes. Marie was obviously nervous about being one game away from losing most of her clothes. Even so, the thought of Kristen running through River Festival parking lot completely naked gave Marie hope. All Marie had to do now was beat her sister at table tennis.

If nothing else, the new bet extended Marie's chances to defeat Kristen. Even if she lost another game and, consequently, the first match Kristen would have to win a second match starting at zero. Marie would not let that happen. Up until this point, Marie had been letting her sister win. Based on the first two games, Marie believed she should be able to finish Kristen off without too much trouble.

Without any reason to hold back, Marie started the third game with a devastating high toss serve. She placed the ball perfectly on the edge of Kristen's court; Kristen tried to backpedal, but it was too late.

"One serving zero," Marie said firmly as she prepared for her next serve.

Kristen looked back at her sister nervously. The blonde realized she was facing a much different opponent than during the previous games. Marie glared angrily at her older sister as she again blasted a serve out of Kristen's reach. 

After losing her own two serves, Kristen lost some of her gusto. It seemed that her little sister's impending defeat was anything but a foregone conclusion. This realization paired with Marie's surge in confidence cost Kristen her focus, and by the time Kristen had another serve, the score was already out of reach at 6-0.

Kristen's next serve missed Marie's court entirely, and, while the subsequent serve hit its spot, Marie countered with a perfect backhand push. Kristen wasn't remotely prepared for such a drastic change of pace.

The sisters' audience appreciated Marie's sudden confidence. Sean and Shane pounded fists with each point Marie scored. Crystal celebrated by cuddling up to Ben as her brother looked on in disapproval. If nothing else, Marie and Kristen had everyone's undivided attention.

"Eight serving zero," Marie said as she gathered the plastic ball.

"Can we take a break," Kristen asked.

"Sure," Marie said. "After the game."

With Kristen on her heals, Marie struck quickly with two smashing serves. The first barely hit the table and bounced past Kristen, but the second missed the court altogether. It was 9-1.

After trying unsuccessfully to compose herself, Kristen missed yet another serve entirely.

"Game point," Marie gloated as her sister prepared another service.

Perhaps overcompensating from her previous missed serve, Kristen lobbed a high looping serve directly in front of Marie. "That'll do it," Marie joked stepping into a forehand smash. She successfully slammed the ball to Kristen's playing area and over Kristen's head. Even though Kristen led Marie by a game, the momentum had clearly shifted.

Without a word, Kristen ran to the restroom. The tall blonde was obviously surprised and concerned about her sister's improved play. 

"Do you think she'll come back?" Tom asked Marie.

"She better come back," Marie said with a grin. "She made her bed, and now it's time for her to get fucked in it."

Marie sensed that most of Tom's guests supported her. Marie assumed that everyone else felt like she did, that Kristen needed to be knocked down a peg. Now more than ever, Marie was confident that she was going to be the one to finally humble her older sister.

After a few minutes, Kristen came back to the table. She looked more settled and ready for another round. "So, Marie," Kristen said calmly.

"Yes, Kristen," Marie responded with attitude.

"I'm up on you by a game," Kristen continued. "You're still one game away from losing most of your clothes."

"What's your point?" Marie asked.

"My point," Kristen answered sarcastically. "My point is that you can quit now and walk away if you want."

"Boo," Shane and Shawn yelled through their cupped hands. Lucas and Ben joined in the chorus chanting "quitters never win."

"Quit now?" Marie said over the boisterous crowd. "I just killed you in that last game. Why would I quit now?"

"Because," Kristen responded confidently. "You'll be playing the next match in your underwear."

The room applauded Kristen's bravado and cheered the girls forward. 

"I guess we'll keep playing then," Marie said with a smile.

"Are you sure about this?" Tom asked Marie as she stepped up to the table.

"I got this, Tom," Marie insisted. She looked offended by Tom's concern. "This bitch is mine."

Kristen tossed the ball up and smacked it directly at her sister. The serve wasn't fancy and didn't have much spin; it was instead all about brute force and speed. Marie blocked the serve into the net thus losing her first point of the game.

"I think that's one serving zero," Kristen said with a grin.

"That's OK, sis," Marie responded. "Just giving you a chance."

Kristen quickly sent a short backspin serve across the net as Marie lunged forward to push it back. The weak return, however, positioned Kristen perfectly for a forehand smash of her own and the second point of the game.

"Does anyone want to see my sister's panties?" Kristen asked their attentive audience.

Everyone except Tom laughed. Lucas tried to casually adjust his pants in some futile attempt to conceal his erection. Somehow believing it was her responsibility to call attention to Lucas' situation, Susan cleared her throat staring at Lucas' pants.

"Calm down," Marie whispered to herself resting the ball in her open palm. "Don't let her get to you." 

Marie drove the ball over the net, and Kristen pushed it back. The sisters volleyed back and forth until Marie tried unsuccessfully to smash the ball. The score was 3-0.

Kristen continued to dominate Marie methodically moving the contest toward match point. With no margin for error and facing the very real possibility of losing her pants, Marie fought back to within a point of her sister. If Marie could get one more point, it would tie the game; if Kristen scored, the match would be over. 

Marie stared at the ball in her hand as she prepared for the vital serve. The audience stood silent and nervous as the sisters faced off.

"Don't be nervous," Kristen said to her brunette sister. "You're so close but still so very far away."

"Do you even remember the last time you scored a point?" Marie returned.

"It's been a while," Kristen agreed. "Go ahead and serve. Then I'll remember just fine."

Marie threw the ball up in the air attempting a high toss serve. The ball sailed toward Kristen as the blonde prepared her return. Kristen only had to stand there, however, since the ball missed the playing area by an inch. As anticlimactic as it seemed, that miss handed Kristen the game.

"That's a match," Kristen screamed lifting her hands into the air and wagging her head up and down.

The room erupted in cheers and whistles. Not only did the audience witness a great table tennis game. A half-naked brunette was about to make her rounds serving drinks.

Marie fell to her knees and dropped her head into her hands. How could Kristen beat her? She trained a full year for this game. She even beat Tom a couple of times. Kristen never beat Tom, not ever.

Tom knelt down on the floor next to Marie and put his arm around her. "You OK?"

"What happened?" Marie asked. "How'd she do that?"

"I don't know," Tom said. "Why don't we take you upstairs to catch your breath?"

Marie followed Tom out of the basement while the other guests gathered to congratulate Kristen. The two went to the kitchen where Marie started pacing the floor nervously.

"What the hell?" Marie asked.

"Calm down," Tom said. "You have to get your head together. Otherwise, it'll get worse."

"She's gonna make me go through with this," Marie said. "I'll have to run through the festival naked."

"You don't know that," Tom assured his ex-girlfriend. "You can still beat her. I know you can."

"Beat her? She just won that last game, and I was trying my hardest."

"Yeah," Tom responded, "and you almost won too."

Marie realized Tom was right. While Kristen did win the match, Marie essentially spotted Kristen two games. The last thing Marie wanted to do was serve everyone drinks wearing nothing more than her bra and panties, but she could still win the bet. If Marie could take the next two matches, Kristen would still lose.

"I'll never have another chance like this," Marie said to Tom. "I gotta pull it together and win this thing."

"That's right," Tom encouraged. "If Kristen loses, nobody'll even remember you in your underwear. All they'll think about is little miss perfect running naked through downtown."

"That's so sweet," Kristen said with a smile. Tom and Marie didn't hear Marie's older sister step into the kitchen and had no idea how long she'd been standing there. "You have a lot of thirsty guests," Kristen continued. "Then we have another match to play."

"Fine," Marie snapped. "Just give us a minute. I'm coming down."

Kristen stared down Marie until the brunette looked away. Kristen shrugged at Tom as though she didn't understand Marie's problem and left the kitchen.

Tom told Marie that he would go downstairs and get the drinks ready. Marie knew that meant Tom would leave her alone so she could remove her clothes. Marie appreciated Tom being such a gentleman even if he was about to see her underwear anyway.

Once alone, Marie sat at the kitchen table to clear her head. Marie knew she couldn't let what was about to happen distract her from the mission at hand. Marie had to finally, after all these years, put Kristen in her place. When planning for her evening, Marie accepted the possibility that Kristen would win the first match. Even so, Marie never expected her sister to put up such a fight.

Marie pulled her orange turtleneck over her head, folded it neatly and set it on the kitchen table. She kicked off her shoes and removed her black jeans. Marie thought about the previous year when she served drinks in a thong and nipple stickers. That was the most humiliating night of her life so far. Marie couldn't let this night trump that experience. 

Marie took a second to look at herself in a dark double glass door. She was wearing her white cotton bra with orange cotton panties. The orange tie in her hair matched her panties perfectly. Marie chose this bra and panty set with a purpose in mind. It was cute and even sexy. At the same time, she could play table tennis in it without anything popping out of place.

As Marie headed back to the basement, she told herself that her underwear was no more revealing than something she would wear to the beach. Still, she thought about how everyone else would be fully clothed and how she would be exposed and vulnerable. Even worse, she would have to play table tennis like this. 

The room cheered as Marie returned to the basement. Trying to play the good sport, Marie lifted her hands and did a spin for everyone. As embarrassed as she was, Marie did like being the center of attention. 

Marie grabbed the tray of beers and made her rounds serving everyone. Sean and Shane sent her back for nuts and chips while Susan insisted Marie return with a colder beer. Crystal slapped Marie on the ass a couple times as the brunette waitress made her rounds. After the second time Crystal slapped Marie, Lucas warned his sister to "behave or go home."

Eventually the gathering grew tired of their stripped-down waitress. Instead, they wanted the sisters continue their game. Marie or Kristen, after all, was about to get totally naked. As cute as Marie looked prancing around in her orange and white ensemble, this was just the appetizer. The evening's main course was still to come.

"So I serve first this time," Kristen said making her way to the table.

Marie wanted more time to collect herself, but she knew that wasn't an option. The brunette told herself that after two more matches, she would be able get dressed while her older sister stripped completely naked for the group. All Marie had to do was exactly what she spent the last year training to do; she had to defeat her sister.

Kristen waited just long enough for her younger sister to get set before serving the ball. Marie chopped the ball back to Kristen who countered with a backhand drive. Marie barely pushed the ball across the net setting Kristen up for a perfect return. Kristen flicked the ball onto the adjacent court and behind Marie. 

"Fuck," Marie yelled as the ball hit the ground behind her.

Marie's luck didn't get any better with the next serve. Kristen put enough backspin on the ball to completely negate Marie's drive. The elder sister jumped to an early 2-0 lead.

Marie was very aware of her current state of attire. The room seemed colder, almost too cold, as if someone dropped the thermostat just to fuck with her. Marie could feel the back of her panties riding up into her butt crack, and every time Marie tried to fix her panties, Susan made a point to call attention to Marie's butt crack activity. Marie never considered how playing without most of her clothes would affect her concentration. If she couldn't focus, however, Marie knew everyone would have a lot more of her body to stare at.

Marie cleared her head for the next serve. If she was going to pull it together, it had to happen now. Marie managed to deliver an almost perfect short backspin serve. Kristen, however, drove the ball right back to Marie's court. Rather than playing defense and waiting for her shot, Marie tried to smash the low-flying orb. Marie's impatience cost her the point as the ball didn't even clear the net.

Marie's bad start turned into an even worse game. It was as if Marie's older sister knew every shot Marie was going to make before Marie knew herself. The younger sister did manage to score a single point, but she was again down one game to nothing. 

It was abundantly clear to Marie that her plan was backfiring big time. Marie realized that despite twelve long months of practice and preparation, she still couldn't take down her older sister. Marie was two losses away from stripping completely naked and wasn't sure there was anything she could do to best Kristen.

Marie fought valiantly through the second game of the second match, but she still lost 11-8. This put her only one game away from losing her clothes and handing her sister yet another victory in a lifetime of victories.

Everyone could see it in Marie's expression and demeanor. She was giving up. A mixture of excitement about Marie's impending forfeit and pity for the younger sibling filled the room. Tom and his guests watched in silent anticipation.

Kristen prepared for the third game of the match and possibly the final game of the night. She confidently held the ball up in her palm and prepared to serve. Just as she was about to toss the ball upward, however, she set the ball down on the table. Slowly, Kristen set her paddle on top of the ball so as to prevent the sphere from rolling to the floor. 

"Tell you what," Kristen said with an evil grin. "How about I spot you four points?"

"Four points?" Marie asked. "Why would you do that?"

"It only seems fair, sister," Kristen returned. "I'll give you four points, but you have to take off your bra right now."

"My bra?" Marie asked holding her hands over her b-cups. "I'm not giving up my bra."

"Why not," Kristen asked. "You really think you'll beat me on your own? Besides, if I lose, you'll lose the bra anyway."

The partygoers hung on Kristen's every word as she toyed with her little sister. Kristen obviously felt like the game was in hand and wanted to offer just enough hope to prolong Marie's suffering. Kristen didn't just want to strip her sister naked; Kristen wanted to squeeze free any drop of pride Marie had left.

"Marie," Tom whispered. "Think about it. What've you got to lose?"

"OK," Marie said as the crowd broke its silence. "But, I get six points this game and six points again next game."

"I don't know about that," Kristen said. "That's not..."

"You afraid?" Marie interrupted with renewed enthusiasm.

"Fine," Kristen said. "I'll give you six points this game and four points next game."

Marie confidently reached behind her back and released her bra. She covered her tits with one hand and swung her bra around her head with the other. The audience cheered Marie on as she tossed the white bra into the group.

"Let's go, slut," Kristen said as she served the ball quickly. Rather than catching Marie off guard, however, Kristen missed Marie's court altogether.

"You didn't have to spot me another point," Marie joked. "Thanks, though."

The seven points quickly became eight as Kristen attempted a high toss serve with extra spin. Once again, the ball didn't even hit the table.

Marie knew she couldn't serve the ball and cover her tits at the same time. Most of the guys in the room also understood her dilemma. The brunette certainly didn't want to expose herself to a room full of former schoolmates, but she wasn't about to show her sister any weakness, either. 




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 01



Marie took a deep breath and dropped her arm from her chest. She ignored the catcalls and whistles as if being topless in a room full of friends and former classmates was no big deal at all.

Marie's tits bounced slightly as the brunette served the ball. Kristen tried to drive the ball back to her topless sister. While the ball did touch down on Marie's playing area, it sailed high. Marie took advantage of the easy shot and slammed it back at Kristen. 

"That's nine points." Marie said pumping her arm in the air paying no mind to her exposed tits bobbing up and down on her chest. She even gave Tom a high-five.

The sisters' audience screamed in excitement as the game's momentum shifted. The guys didn't even try to hide the bulges in their pants, not that anyone in the room, Susan included, was looking at their pants.

As Marie readied her next serve, she noticed Kristen stepping back as if she was waiting for another high toss. The brunette countered with a perfect short backspin serve barely over the net. The blonde rushed forward, but it was too late; the ball bounced a second time before Kristen could even get to it.

"Your serve," Marie said with a smile. "Oh yeah. It's also game fucking point."

Not wanting to play out a lost cause, Kristen intentionally smacked the ball across the room giving Marie her game point. "Go ahead and laugh," Kristen said. "You can't win two more."

As excited as Marie was, she understood the situation. She had to win two more games in a row just to win the match. Then she would have to win another match to avoid losing her panties and streaking through downtown. "First things first," Marie thought to herself. She had to win this next game, and Kristen would never give Marie another easy win.

Thanks to Marie's deal with Kristen, the next game started 4-0 in Marie's favor. Marie also had the first two serves.

By this time, Marie was over the initial shock of being topless in a room full of fully-clothed people. While she was well aware of her undressed state, Marie's focus was renewed on defeating her older sister.

Marie smacked the ball loudly to start the game, but Kristen was prepared for the driving serve. The blonde chopped the ball back to Marie who did her best to return it. Kristen reached high and reflected the slow-moving ball against her younger sister's court and over Marie's head.

"I'm back," Kristen said to her sister with a smile.

Marie tried another backspin serve which Kristen was again ready for. The two volleyed back and forth as Kristen attacked and Marie tried to defend; Kristen's power was too much for her younger sister. The tall blonde's point moved the score to 4-2.

Kristen made good use of her next set of serves as she managed to tie the game. Marie's lead, much like her white cotton bra, was lost.

Marie refocused herself as she prepared for her next set of serves. She tried to anticipate Kristen's play. After noticing her sister cheat back, Marie quickly attempted a backhand sidespin serve. Just as Marie hit the ball, however, Kristen jumped forward returning the ball with a perfect backhand drive. Marie tried to chop the volley but instead tangled the ball up in the net. 

As Kristen took control of the game, Marie's thoughts drifted back to her limited wardrobe. She noticed Mark staring at her tits from the back of the room. She wondered what Susan and Jenny were whispering about. Most of all, Marie realized what everyone already knew. Marie was very close to losing her panties too.

Marie's next serve missed the table altogether improving Kristen's score to 6-4. Thanks to Kristen's failed lob on the next volley, however, Marie finally put an end to Kristen's six-point run. The sisters then traded points back and forth until Kristen reached match point. It was 10-9 in Kristen's favor once again.

The tall blonde focused intently on the plastic ball in her hand. Kristen was going to drive the ball as hard as she could, and everyone knew it. 

If Marie could somehow defend Kristen's serve, it would tie the game. Then Marie would have two serves of her own along with a chance to win the game and tie up the match. Marie zoned everything else out. She wasn't concerned about the cold room, her exposed tits or the raucous audience. It was just Marie versus her older sister. Years of frustration and rivalry boiled down to this very moment.

Kristen tossed the ball almost two feet into the air. The ball dropped slowly to the table as Kristen swung violently. Just before the ball hit the green surface, Kristen's paddle made contact and sent the ball spinning toward Marie.

Not able to make a full swing, Marie blocked the ball allowing it to float back across the net. Kristen delivered a backhand drive reversing the ball's direction behind Marie. Still playing defense, Marie chopped the ball across the net. Kristen reached back with every bit of her almost six-foot frame and smashed the ball into Marie's playing area. Marie backtracked quickly and managed to lob the ball back in front of Kristen. 

As impressive as Marie's return was, everyone knew the match was over. Kristen barely pushed the ball across the net causing it to bounce and spin slowly to the side of the table. Their contest was over. Marie lost.

Once again the room was silent.

Marie dropped her paddle to the ground and immediately clutched her chest. Marie felt more exposed than ever. She looked at her paddle on the ground next to her white bra. The room started spinning. She felt hot and freezing cold at the same time. 

Like a video in fast forward, the previous year played back in Marie's head. She saw herself losing to Kristen the year before and serving drinks in a thong and nipple stickers. She saw herself practicing and studying the game of table tennis and plotting every detail of her bet. Marie thought about how she confidently let her older sister win the first two games of the night.

Marie looked up nervously at her proud fully-clothed sister standing tall with her arms crossed under her chest. Kristen seemed taller and more threatening than ever.

"I guess you lose, sister" Kristen said with a grin.

Fighting back tears, Marie took off out of the basement and returned to the kitchen. Like a wounded soldier abandoned on the field of battle, Marie left her white cotton bra lying on the basement floor.

Tom thought about running after Marie but decided instead to hang back a while. He figured Marie needed some time to herself. Tom remembered how upset Marie was about having to wear the thong and stickers the year prior. He couldn't imagine how devastated she would be about serving drinks completely naked. Then there was her forthcoming trip to the festival to worry about.

"Hey Kristen," Tom said.

The blonde looked over to recognize her host but didn't respond verbally.

"What you think about not making Marie go downtown?"

"Fuck you, Tom," Kristen responded. "She'd make me do it in a second. Besides, a bet's a bet."

Marie found herself all alone pacing the kitchen floor. Despite her solitude, she covered her breasts with both arms. "You're so stupid, so totally stupid," Marie repeated to herself.

Marie had no idea how such a carefully formed plan turned into such an unmitigated disaster. In preparing for her bet with Kristen, Marie thought everything through again and again. She never considered that her sister would somehow turn into the world's greatest table tennis player. How was that even possible?

Marie knew she had to follow through with her wager. She was a lot of things, but she would never renege on a bet. "You might as well get this over with," Marie said to herself; she pulled her cotton panties down to her knees and stepped out of them. Marie was completely naked and about to parade her body in front of her friends.

Marie placed her panties on the kitchen table with her pants and shirt. She then forced herself across the kitchen floor to the staircase; Marie started slowly down the stairs. As she descended the steps, she could hear her closest friends cutting up and having a good time. Marie could feel their excitement as they waited for her to appear before them. 

This was supposed to be Kristen nervously creeping down the stairs. Marie planned to be in the basement fully clothed and waiting for her perfect sister to experience a well-deserved dose of humility. The fact that Kristen was down there soaking up Marie's forfeit only made things worse for Marie.

All the talking stopped as Marie stepped into the basement. Everyone instead focused on Marie's 19-year-old body. They were memorizing every curve, every dimple and every hair. From this day forward, Marie's friends would never be able to look at her without seeing this naked spectacle. They would always remember this moment when she stood before them completely exposed for their entertainment.

"So who wants a drink?" Marie asked trying to break the silence.

Every person in the room raised her or his hand.

"Did you forget what a round of drinks was?" Susan scoffed.

"Susan," Jenny said scolding her friend. "Be nice."

Ignoring Susan's comment, Marie approached the bar and filled a tray with beers. Even with her back to everyone, she could feel the stares; every eye in the room was trained on her bare ass.

"Tom, your parties get better every year," Lucas joked.

"Count me in for next year," Ben added; Lucas' sister, Crystal, gave Ben a dirty look.

The naked brunette walked carefully around the room passing out drinks, chips and whatever else her friends could dream up. Tom tried to help Marie by keeping her tray full of beers. Throughout the entire drink service, Kristen leaned quietly against the Ping Pong table glaring intently at her sister. It was as though Kristen wanted to make sure Marie remember who it was that made this happen. 

Marie downed a couple of drinks herself as she continued serving her friends. She normally didn't drink much but needed the courage for the rest of her adventure. The alcohol didn't seem to help, however, as her heart continued racing. It was bad enough exposing herself to her friends in the basement. Having to do the same with thousands of people at River Festival was almost too much.

After Marie finished serving drinks, Kristen made everyone hang out and play a few video games. Marie tried to retreat to the back of the room, but Susan grabbed Marie's hand and walked her back over to the group. Marie tried to keep herself covered as best she could but had to move her hands when Susan handed Marie a video game controller. Susan insisted that Marie play a couple games against Jenny. On a normal day, Marie didn't care for video games; under these circumstances she hated them. Marie wanted to protest Susan's demand but knew it would only get worse after the video games ended. 

At about 11:00, Kristen told everyone they needed to get moving if they were going to make it to the festival. Kristen snatched up the abandoned bra from the floor and handed it to Marie. Kristen had Tom go upstairs and retrieve the orange cotton panties. Kristen also let Marie put her shoes back on for the festival.

The group piled into two cars and an SUV then headed downtown. Marie ended up in a back seat sandwiched between Sean and Shane. She would have ridden in Tom's front seat except Kristen called "shotgun" just as Marie was about to open the door. It was the second to last night of River Festival, and a big name local band was playing. The stage area was sure to be packed.

After finding a cluster of open parking spaces in the back of the parking area, Kristen led their group to where the concert was wrapping up. Marie used her arms to cover herself as much as possible. She worried about getting into trouble wearing only a bra and panties in public. The security detail didn't seem to care much, though; one of the guards even took a quick cell phone picture of Marie's minimalist ensemble.

As they moved through downtown, Marie saw a few people she recognized from high school or community college. In every case, she avoided eye contact and tried to keep moving. The last thing she wanted to do was to explain her lack of wardrobe to some person from her Literature 101 class.

Kristen's mirthful demeanor only exacerbated Marie's frustration. Kristen was high-fiving strangers, laughing, singing and, even at one point, skipping. Kristen was actually skipping! Marie's older sister was gleefully soaking up Marie's moment of defeat and humiliation.

As the group moved toward the concert area, Tom started worrying about Marie's safety. Guys were routinely brushing up against Marie and grazing or even grabbing her ass. It was as if Marie's lack of wardrobe entitled them to help themselves. One inebriated fellow event tried to unhook Marie's bra before Tom gave him a solid knee to the crotch.

"We better get this over with," Kristen said as the drunken guy shook off Tom's assault. "Let's head over to the parking area."

"Please don't make me do this," Marie begged. "There are too many people here."

"Sorry, sis," Kristen said. "You'd make me do it."

Kristen was correct. Marie would have absolutely made her sister streak through River Festival. Unfortunately for Marie, however, she didn't have that option.

Once back to the parking area, Kristen and Tom found an acceptable launching point for Marie. The trio stopped right between the food vendors and the parking area. It was the least crowded area the trio could find. 

"Wait for a break in the crowd," Tom suggested. "As soon as you get your chance, take off for the cars. Then you can make your way across the parking lot."

"I don't know," Marie said. 

"Well you better do this now," Kristen said to her sister. "It'll only get more crowded."

Marie resolved to move quickly. She pulled off her bra and covered her tits with her left arm. Marie immediately pushed the orange panties down her legs and stepped free. Realizing she couldn't just stand there naked, Marie took off toward a group of cars where she hoped for some sort of cover.

A group of partiers immediately noticed the naked teen running through the lot. They whistled and screamed trying to give chase. Hoping to buy Marie some time, Tom ran into the group's path and even tripped a couple of guys up. If the group hadn't been so preoccupied with Marie's spectacle, they surely would have taken a break to kick the living shit out of Tom. 

Marie sprinted as fast as she could while holding one hand over her chest and another over her pussy. Her body burned even in the cool air. As she continued through the lot, horns blared and people yelled from their cars. Marie ignored the noises and kept moving. She couldn't stop and let anyone catch up to her.

After about a minute running, Marie thought she saw police lights flashing in the distance. When she turned back to look, she realized the lights weren't for her. At least that's what she hoped. 

"Marie?" a man said as the distracted brunette plowed directly into him. "Marie is that you?"

It was her former English teacher. There were few people in the world Marie wanted to see less at this very moment. "Mr. Burkett. Hi."

"Marie, are you..."

Not in the mood to chat, Marie again took off running. The brunette figured she was about halfway to her car. Just as she made her way out of Mr. Burkett's site, however, Marie saw another set of flashing lights, and this time they were approaching her.

Marie ducked between two cars and hid herself. She figured her best bet would be to let the police car pass before continuing her trek across the lot. The longer her run took, however, the worse it was going to get. At this point Marie wished she had in fact reneged on her bet. Woman of her word or not, this was just plain stupid.

Once the police car moved out of site, Marie took off running again. Unfortunately, there was a large group of people between her and the back section of the parking lot. Marie knew there was no way she would be able to get through that group without creating a scene; she also realized the group wasn't going anywhere for a while. Marie would have to make her way around the loiterers.

Marie snuck through another row of cars before taking off through an open area. She planned to circle around the lot's perimeter to where her group had parked. It would be a longer jog, but she would avoid the lights and hopefully skip any more unexpected reunions. At least that's what she hoped.

Marie was just about 100 feet from the back of the parking lot when a pair of headlights started bearing down on her. She had nowhere to go. Instead of running, Marie crouched on the ground and covered herself with her arms. She hoped the car would either not notice her or not care and drive away. The car did notice her and did not drive away. Instead, it moved straight towards Marie. The brunette was about to make a run for it when the car turned on its blue strobes and pointed a spotlight straight at her. It was the police.

"Miss," one of two police officers who stepped out of the car said. "Are you OK?"

"Sorry," Marie said. "I'm...I'm naked."

"Miss, why are you naked? What happened?" 

"I'm sorry officers," Marie said. "It was just a stupid bet with my sister. Her car's right there. I'll just go get my clothes, OK."

"No ma'am," the officer responded as he pulled Marie up by the arm. "I'm afraid that's not OK. Have you been drinking?"

"I had a couple drinks, officer," Marie said realizing she might actually be in trouble.

"How old are you, miss?"

"I'm...I'm nineteen."

"Miss, I'm going to need you to turn around and put your hands behind your back," the officer demanded.

Marie did as she was told allowing the officer to handcuff her. Marie felt the officer's rough hands along with the cold steel of handcuffs rubbing against her ass. The lawman seemed to be taking his time cuffing the naked teenager.

"Can you get me something to wear?" Marie asked the officer in a panic.

"Sure thing, Miss," the officer said. "We'll get you a blanket or something." He then radioed dispatch informing them that he had a naked girl needing something to wear. A female officer responded immediately saying she was on her way with a blanket.

As the officers led Marie to their car, they remembered they had a couple drunk and disorderly arrests in their back seat already. There was no way they could put a naked 19-year-old girl in that car.

"Let's just wait here," the officer holding Marie's arm said to the other policeman. The detainees in the squad car planted their faces against the door window.

The officers positioned Marie between the front of the car and the back of the parking lot. They let her squat on the ground to avoid raising a scene. Since her hands were still cuffed behind her back, Marie had to lean against the car's bumper just to keep from falling over.

The officers did their best to keep the crowd moving. They warned a couple of guys against taking cell phone video of their naked arrestee.

After what seemed like an eternity another police cruiser pulled up.

"What's wrong with you two," the female officer said to the two male officers as she stepped out of her car. "She's just a girl."

"She's drunk and streaking through the parking lot," one of the male officers responded defensively.

"What were we supposed to do?" the other added. "Should we just let her run off naked and get in more trouble?"

The female officer threw a felt blanked over Marie's body and helped the brunette to her feet. The policewoman then held the blanket around the 19-year-old's shoulders as they walked to the empty police car. The polite officer opened the back door and helped Marie into the cruiser. "I'll just be a minute, dear" the officer said to Marie as she walked back over to the other car.




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 01



Marie sat in the patrol car waiting to presumably go to the police station. She realized that no matter what she did, she would never live this night down. Marie thought about how trivial her previous year's forfeit seemed now. Serving a few beers wearing a thong and nipple stickers was nothing compared to this. Marie also knew she only had herself to blame.

Marie hung her head down and closed her eyes; she tried thinking about something else, anything else. She just wanted the police to get her out of there. Even though she had her blanket, she felt exposed and vulnerable to anyone and everyone passing by. The noises around her blurred together into an insufferable roar, and her head began to spin once again.

Just when she was about to pass out, a knock on Marie's window startled the brunette.

"Marie," Kristen yelled through the glass at her sister.

"Kristen," Marie said. "Thank goodness. Can you help me?"

"I'll call Mom and Dad when I get home," Kristen promised. 

"No," Marie begged. "Don't call them."

"OK," Kristen promised as she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through text messages.

"What are you doing?" Marie asked.

"I wanted you to see something," Kristen yelled into the locked police cruiser. Kristen held her phone up to the window so Marie could read text messages dating back almost a year. They were from Tom.

"What the fuck?" Marie said as she looked through the messages. "Tom told you?"

"Of course he did," Marie said. "I've known since last year you were planning a rematch. Why do you think I was so ready for you? I've been practicing my table tennis too."

"Move it along young lady," the policewoman said to Kristen. "Do you want me to arrest you too?"

"Sorry officer," Kristen said smiling at Marie.

Marie watched her sister and Tom as the police car drove out of the parking lot. She couldn't believe Tom told Kristen about her plan. It didn't make sense at all. Tom had been so supportive. Was he just playing her all along?

"Was that your sister," the officer asked Marie through the bulletproof glass.

"I'm afraid so," Marie said.

"What a bitch," the officer responded. "What a fucking bitch."

Marie didn't answer. She just rested her head against the window and closed out the world. At that point, the brunette 19-year-old either passed out or fell asleep.

Marie didn't wake back up until she heard the siren go off. The officer was pulling another vehicle over. Marie was still trying to regain her bearings when she saw the officer jump out of the driver's door and approach the car in front of them.

Marie couldn't figure it out. Would the officer really pull another car over while she was in the back seat wearing only a felt blanket and handcuffs? Why didn't they just take her to the police station?

Marie could see a white car through the windshield. It was tough to make out what was happening as the blue strobe lights distorted everything. As strange as it seemed, Marie thought it might be Kristen's car the officer pulled over. After a second look, Marie realized that it in fact was Kristen's car. Marie was sure of it because of the big NYU sticker on the back window. What was going on?

After a few minutes, Marie saw the officer leading Kristen back to the police car. It even looked like Marie's older sister was handcuffed.

The officer opened the back door and put Kristen in the seat next to Marie. 

"Kristen?" Marie asked. "What are you...What are you doing here?"

"This is bullshit," Kristen snapped back. "I'm being set up."

"You're not being set up young lady," the officer said as she slid into the driver's seat. "You're drinking and driving."

"I haven't hardly had anything to drink," Kristen argued.

"Well, your blood alcohol is point-zero-nine," the officer replied.

"Bullshit," Kristen said.

The officer made no additional attempt to argue with Kristen, and the sisters didn't have anything else to say to each other. Instead the three women sat quietly as the officer filled out a stack of paperwork.

Finally, the officer turned around to address the two girls. "Kristen, I could arrest you right now for DUI."

"But officer..."

"Hold on," the policewoman interrupted. "I'm going to give you a chance."

"Really," Kristen responded in relief. "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet, Kristen. I won't arrest you if your sister here wants me to show you mercy."

"What?" Kristen replied incredulously. "What does she have to do with this?"

"What does she have to do with this?" the officer returned. "I trust Marie's judgment. If Marie promises me you won't drink and drive again, I'll believe her."

"Tell her I won't do it again," Kristen demanded of her younger sister. "Come on, Marie. This is serious."

"Don't pressure her," the officer responded. "She doesn't have to decide now."

"What do you mean?" Kristen asked. "Why not now? What does that mean?"

"I'm going to call her on Monday morning," the officer said. "That gives her all day tomorrow to make up her mind."

"But what'll we do till then?" Kristen asked.

"That's up to you," the officer insisted. "My suggestion is that you be nice to your sister here."

Kristen was visibly nervous. "But what if she..." 

"That's enough," the officer interrupted as she handed Marie a business card. "My name is Miss Collins. Marie, I'm going to call you on Monday. Whether or not I arrest your sister will be up to you."

Marie took the card and rested her head against the window once again. She was exhausted. Marie couldn't process what was happening or why the officer would do this for her.

The police woman looked at Kristen and delivered a cold ultimatum. "I'm going to come arrest you Monday unless your sister tells me otherwise. I had an older sister who treated me like shit too. Young lady, I'll give you a chance to make this right or you'll have to pay the price with me. The choice is yours."

Officer Collins took Marie and Kristen home while Kristen called Tom to pick up her abandoned vehicle. Within a few minutes, Kristen's car was in the driveway, and the sisters were sneaking into the house. Kristen clearly wanted to talk to Marie about the younger sister's newfound power, but Marie only wanted to go to bed.

Kristen knew Marie would take full advantage of the situation. Kristen would have to wait until the next morning, however, to find out exactly how mad her younger sister really was.



Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 02



Tom was still trying to wake up when he heard the doorbell ring. It was just after 10:00 on Sunday morning, and he had no idea who might be visiting so early. Begrudgingly, Tom forced himself out of bed and made his way through his cluttered house toward the doorway.

Tom would have to spend most of the day cleaning up after his party the night before. It would be worth it, however, as he did get to see his ex-girlfriend, Marie, strip naked and serve drinks to his party guests. After that, Marie had to streak through the crowded River Festival parking area. She was picked up by police but wasn't actually arrested. For that, Tom was grateful.

Looking through the peephole, Tom was surprised to see Kristen standing on his front porch. Why would she possibly be here so early especially after everything that happened the night before? While Kristen also dated Tom briefly during their senior year, the blonde cheerleader quickly moved on. Other than an annual reunion at Tom's back to school party, Kristen really wasn't part of Tom's life any more.

It was Marie who Tom expected to hear from that morning. While Tom invested a lot of his personal time coaching Marie for her failed table tennis bet with Kristen, it was also Tom who told Kristen what her little sister was planning. Tom never intended to betray Marie. Like most guys, however, he was powerless when attempting to turn down a request from Kristen. 

Since Marie's plot turned into a nightmare, Tom expected to experience the 19-year-old's unfettered wrath. Tom could argue all he wanted about how Marie shouldn't have spotted her sister so many points early in their contest. He could remind Marie that streaking through downtown was in fact her idea. Even so, Marie wasn't going to empathize with his position.

Even through the distorted glass peephole, Kristen looked perfect. The blonde 21-year-old was several inches taller than Tom with a model's body. Kristen was wearing low-rise blue jeans along with a form-fitting white tank top. Kristen's black silk bra jutted over the shirt's plunging neckline, a sluttier look than one would expect from the conservative pre-law student.

"Hey there," Tom said nervously as he opened the door. "What're you doing here so early?"

"Hi, Tom," Kristen responded. She avoided making any eye contact as she slid through the door past Tom. "We need to talk."

"About last night?" Tom queried.

"Yeah," Kristen answered, her back turned to Tom. "Go get a shower and get ready. We have a big day ahead of us."

"A big day?" Tom responded; he knew this wouldn't be good. "What're you talking about?"

Kristen didn't answer. She just walked to the stairs on her way to Tom's basement. "Just get ready. I'll meet you down here." 

Tom wanted to protest but was curious about what Kristen might be up to. Something was clearly off. After winning her bet with Marie the night before, Kristen should have been downright jubilant. Wasn't it Marie, after all, who exposed herself to dozens, if not hundreds, of people at River Festival? Kristen, on the other hand, notched yet another in a long series of victories over her younger sibling. Yet Kristen was somehow upset. Was she pissed at Tom? Why?

Tom knew his best and only option was to play along with Kristen. The former valedictorian was used to getting her way, and this would be no exception. 

Tom showered as quickly as possible. Strangely enough, he was quite concerned about impressing Marie's older sister. Even after all this time, he cared what Kristen thought about him or, rather, that she thought about him at all.

Tom threw on a relatively clean pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt. He slicked back his hair and sprayed himself with a quick shot of cologne. Tom then took a deep breath, adjusted the undeniable bulge in his pants and headed for the basement. It was time to find out why Kristen was so disquieted.

"That was fast," Kristen said nervously as Tom stepped into the basement. She was leaning against the Ping Pong table, arms crossed, head down.

"What can I say?" he responded. Tom could tell Kristen wasn't about to parlay good news, but he had to know why she stopped by. "You got me curious. So what's goin' on?"

Kristen walked around the Ping Pong table so it separated her from her curious host. She leaned forward into the green playing surface as a swimmer surveying a waiting pool.

"What is it, Kristen?" Tom asked with increased intensity. "I'm starting to worry.

"Tom, I...I need you...I need you to do something for me."

"Do something?" Tom responded. "What is it?"

Kristen continued to pace. "I was pulled over last night."

"I know," Tom responded. "You called me to get your car. Is everything OK?"

"No," Kristen snapped. "Everything's not OK. I'm going to get a DUI unless Marie tells the police lady not to arrest me."

"What? How is that?"

"I don't know," Kristen said still staring down at the table. "That's just what the officer said. Marie gets to decide whether I go to jail or not."

"That doesn't even make sense," Tom scoffed; he started pacing back and forth. "What does Marie even have to do with it?"

"I think the officer was mad about what we did to Marie," Kristen returned. "It was like she blamed us somehow."

"Blamed us?" Tom snapped. "What do you mean us? It sure as hell wasn't my idea."

"It's not like that," Kristen assured him even though she wasn't pleased to see Tom distancing himself from their previous evening's activities. "The officer blamed me mostly. It's Marie who blames you."

"What? Marie...She blames me? Why would Marie blame me?" 

"The text messages," Kristen said. "I showed her the text messages. Marie knows you tipped me off about her plan."

"Tipped you off?" Tom argued. "I told you she was practicing for a rematch, and that was like a year ago anyway."

"I know," Kristen said. "Marie's just a little emotional about everything."

"A little emotional," Tom exclaimed. "You made her streak through fucking River Festival. I'm sure she's a hell of a lot more than 'a little emotional.'" Tom stumbled over to the couch and fell face first into the cushions. "I can't fucking believe this."

Kristen held her ground at the table but turned toward Tom. He wasn't looking back, and didn't notice Kristen's first honest attempt at eye contact. "Tom, please. We need to talk about this."

Tom sat up in the couch resting his head in his hands. His fingers crackled through the crusty layers of wet dirty-blonde hair and styling gel. Tom always prided himself on being rational, analytical even. He certainly didn't like Kristen blaming him for her issues with Marie. Still, this whole ordeal brought Kristen back to his door. Not entirely sure that was a good thing, Tom did like having his fate somehow tied to that of Kristen.

Kristen gave Tom a few seconds before drawing him any further into her dilemma. She stood her ground by the Ping Pong table while Tom paced around the room talking to himself, pulling at his hair and swinging his arms wildly. Eventually, he fell back into the couch staring blankly at his beautiful guest.

"We need to throw another party," Kristen said hoping to refocus Tom on their situation. "Marie wants us to throw a party today. She'll be here any minute."

"Today?" Tom said. "I guess we could do that. My parents won't be home till Tuesday. We'd have to clean up first. That's not so bad. Is it?"

"OK," Kristen responded, "but that's not all."

"Of course not," Tom declared sarcastically. "What else?"

"I need you to do me a huge favor."

"Oh, shit," Tom responded. He jumped up off the couch and continued pacing the floor. "I don't like the sound of this at all."

"I know, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

"What is it you want me to do?"

"Well," Kristen answered with as much decorum as possible. "You need to be the entertainment."

"The entertainment?" Tom asked. "What the fuck does that mean."

"I don't know exactly," Kristen answered. "I'm sure it'll be similar to last night. She'll make you do stuff?"

"Make me do stuff," Tom scoffed. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Sex stuff," Kristen said. "Stripping. I don't know exactly what."

"Fuck this," Tom responded. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Please, Tom," Kristen begged as she chased Tom down and grabbed his elbow. "I promise I'll make it up to you," she continued pulling Tom's arm into her chest.

"Make it up to me?" Tom asked. "How so?"

"Anything," Kristen said. "I'll do anything you want."

Tom pulled his arm free of Kristen and started out of the basement. He needed time to think, and the last think Kristen wanted was Tom thinking the situation through. 

"Tom," Kristen begged. "Please..."

"Just give me a minute," Tom demanded continuing up the staircase. "Give me a fucking minute."

Tom stepped into his kitchen and sat at the table. Marie's orange top and jeans were still lying on the table, folded neatly where she left them the night before. He picked up the turtleneck and inspected it closely as he considered the irony of Kristen's request. 

When Marie suggested the possibility of a table tennis rematch a year earlier, Tom was ecstatic. The bet all but guaranteed that either Marie or Kristen would spend a good part of his back to school party naked. This was a dream come true for Tom; it would be for just about any guy. How did the situation devolve so dramatically?

Tom thought about what Marie might ask him to do. Would she make him serve drinks in the nude the same way she had to do the night before? Would Marie make him do anything more embarrassing? What if he had to streak through River Festival? How could he commit to Kristen's request without knowing the details?

As Tom played the situation out in his head, however, he considered what he might ask Kristen in exchange for his cooperation. She was asking for a lot after all. Shouldn't he be able to ask for even more in return? Kristen did say she would do anything he asked. Maybe he should see exactly how serious she really was. The thought of what Kristen might be willing to do for Tom was ultimately more compelling than the fear of anything Marie might have planned for the party.

Finally ready to discuss terms, Tom made his way back down to the basement and returned to the familiar confines of his couch. Kristen was now the one pacing around the Ping Pong table. 

"Why don't you join me over here?" Tom asked his guest trying to sound as confident as possible.

Quietly and without hesitation, Kristen sat nervously in the recliner opposite the couch. The blonde's immediate reaction was a dead give-away for exactly how much she needed Tom's help. If Tom didn't go along with the plan, after all, Marie would have the officer lady charge Kristen with a DUI. Tom knew Kristen couldn't let that happen.

"So we're gonna throw a party?" Tom asked.

"That's right," Kristen responded.

"And I have to do whatever Marie tells me to do at this party?"

"Uhm...I...I guess so," Kristen said. "That's up to Marie I think."

"And if I don't do it," Tom continued. "You'll get arrested for DUI tomorrow?"

"Yes, but Tom..."

"You do realize you're asking a lot of me," Tom reasoned.

"I know," Kristen answered, "and I would be very grateful to you."

"And what are you gonna do for me?" Tom asked.

"Whatever you want," Kristen said in relief. "I'll do anything you want me to." Kristen moved quietly and deliberately from the recliner to the couch and sat by Tom. She rested a hand on his upper thigh. "You go through with tonight, and I'll do whatever you want. All you have to do is tell me what you expect in return."

"What I expect of you," Tom repeated thoughtfully. "I'm honestly not sure what to say. You ARE asking a lot."

"Anything you want," Kristen said. She leaned closer into Tom pressing her chest against his side. "Just say the word, and it's yours. Certainly you've thought about us together. I know I have."

"I know," Tom declared without reacting to Kristen's bullshit advance. "If I go along with the plan tonight, you have to spend Thanksgiving break with me. You would belong to me for the four days and would agree to do whatever I ask."

"Four days?" Kristen objected. "You help me out for one night, and I have to do whatever YOU say for four full days? You're out of your mind."

"I understand," Tom responded confidently. "That's what I want. I totally get it if that's too much for you."

"Come on, Tom," Kristen said. "That's too much to ask. You have to admit that."

"And you're not asking a lot from me?"

"Tell you what," Kristen reasoned. "I'll come over here the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and we can do whatever you want. I'll make it the best day of your life. I promise. You just have to agree that it'll just be the two of us. Nobody else can be here. Nothing public either."

"The Saturday after Thanksgiving?" Tom scoffed. "I have to promise?"

"That's reasonable," Kristen argued. "You get a whole day from me in exchange for a couple hours of your time tonight."

"Good luck in jail then," Tom asserted; He started getting up from the sofa.

"Wait," Kristen begged pulling Tom back to her side. "I can't skip out on my family during Thanksgiving, and we always go shopping on Black Friday. I'll never hear the end of it. How about I hang out with you that Friday night and Saturday? That's a day and a half, and you only have to do what Marie asks of you during this one party."

"How about this?" Tom responded. "I get you during the entire Thanksgiving break, and we'll go to your family's Thanksgiving dinner together. I'll be your Thanksgiving date."

"My date," Kristen laughed. The very idea of Tom being her date visibly amused her. "You want me to bring you to our family Thanksgiving?"

"That's right," Tom declared. "Those are my terms. You can take 'em or leave 'em."

Kristen stared at the ceiling as she plotted her next move. Kristen could never let herself get arrested for driving under the influence. She'd worked too hard over the years to throw everything away like this. At the same time, Tom was asking for a lot. Would Tom really turn down an opportunity to have his way with her? Would any heterosexual man possibly turn that down?

"I can't," Kristen answered once again grabbing Tom's arm. "That's just too much. Certainly, we can..."

"I don't know," Tom interjected. He once again stood abruptly pulling his arm free of Kristen's grasp. "I...I just don't know."

Kristen followed after Tom; she grabbed his retreating hand and pulled it into her stomach. "I know you think I'm a bitch," Kristen conceded. "I really do like you, and I would never make this kind of deal with anyone else. I couldn't. I just couldn't do it with someone else. It's different with you, Tom. I trust you, and I really do like you."

"You're just saying that."

"Tom," Kristen argued. She lifted his hand and turned his open palm toward her body. Staring convincingly in Tom's eyes, Kristen slowly and deliberately cupped his hand over her left breast. The 21-year-old blond then stepped into Tom's body and wrapped his free arm around her back. "If I make a promise, you better believe I'm gonna keep it."

Tom's heart raced. He could feel Kristen's nipple through her sheer shirt and lace bra. His dick pressed through his pants against her body. "But, I don't know..."

Kristen whispered softly into Tom's ear. "Are you really going to let Marie fuck up my life like this? I need you, Tom. I need you to help me." 

"So we having a party?" Marie asked abruptly with a chuckle as she stepped into the basement.

Tom and Kristen jumped away from each other like a couple of teens caught making out under the bleachers. Tom remembered the house key Marie repeatedly promised to give back but never did.

"You let yourself in," Tom scolded. "How long have you been here?"

"I did," Marie gloated holding Tom's key in the air. "I just got here, but it looks like I'm already missing some of the fun. We having a party or no?"

"I guess so," Kristen said hopefully. "We are...We're all set. Tom's in too."

"Tom," Marie said. "Do we have a deal?"

"Sure," Tom agreed nervously as he adjusted his pants. "We have a deal, but we need to clean up first. Mind helping me with that?"

"Actually," Marie said. "I think that's a really great job for Kristen."

"Seriously?" Kristen responded condescendingly. "Fine. Whatever."

Marie sat on the couch and motioned for Tom to join her. Marie grabbed the remote and started flipping through Tom's On-Demand menu. She quickly chose some chick-flick that Tom was sure to hate. This didn't matter much to Tom; he was preoccupied with the sisterly power struggle unfolding before him.

Not wanting to argue with her little sister, Kristen picked up a trash can and started making her way through the basement collecting empty beer cans and other trash.

"Actually," Marie said to Kristen. "It might be more fun if you cleaned Tom's house in the nude."

"What?" Kristen argued. "I thought we had a deal. I get Tom to do this party thing tonight, and we're even."

"We do have a deal," Marie said. "Our deal is that you do whatever I tell you to do."

"Marie, please," Kristen begged. "I already have a deal with Tom."

"That's between you two," Marie said. "Besides, Tom already saw me naked, and we're going to see a lot more of him tonight. Isn't it only fair that we get to see you too?"

Kristen paused to think as though she had the option of turning her little sister down. "OK, fine," she relented stepping toward the stairway. "I'll be right back."

"No, no," Marie said. "Why don't you just go ahead and undress down here?"

"But you got to go upstairs," Kristen argued.

"I also got to go downtown," Marie responded. "If you're not undressed in thirty seconds, I'll start inviting friends over right now."

"Fine," Kristen agreed. "Don't invite anyone else. Please."

"Then you know what to do," Marie said motioning for her sister to start undressing.

Kristen slid her shoes off first and carefully lined them up against the wall. She paused looking nervously at Tom.

While Tom and Kristen dated for a short while in high school, he never saw her naked. It was somehow understood that Tom wasn't good enough to see Kristen's naked body. Now, she was going to have to clean his basement in the buff. Worse, Kristen would have to do all this in front of Marie too. Thanks to their conservative upbringing, even Marie hadn't seen Kristen naked since they were little girls.

"Let's go," Marie said. "Quit stalling."

Fighting to maintain her composure, Kristen pulled her white tank top over her head revealing the black lace bra underneath. While letting the garment fall to the floor, Kristen stole another glance at Tom. Despite her hopes to the contrary, Tom wasn't making any gentlemanly effort to look away. 

Kristen calmly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. The tight jeans pulled her black silk panties down a few inches exposing the slightest bit of blonde pubic hair. Goose bumps proliferated Kristen's toned pale thighs.

After Kristen stepped carefully out of her jeans, she reached behind her back and slowly unhooked her bra. She held the cups in place over her breasts with one hand then the next as she slipped her arms free of the straps. After stealing another peak at Tom and Marie, Kristen let the brazier fall to the floor. The falling cups momentarily exposed Kristen's nipples as she attempted to cover herself with her right arm.

Kristen paused again. She stared at her forearm smashing her boobs into her ribcage and the pile of clothes at her feet. As she looked back up at Tom and Marie, Kristen's composure abandoned her; her arms and legs shuttered wildly and her eyes glistened with tears. Her body jerked sporadically as if it wanted to collapse in on itself. For the first time in her life, the most popular girl in town wasn't in control; she was at her little sister's mercy.




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 02



"Don't be shy," Marie demanded of her mortified older sister. "The panties too."

Still covering her boobs with one arm, Kristen used the other hand to push the panties down her legs. As the silk undergarment dropped to the floor, Kristen quickly used her free hand to cover her exposed pussy. She stood there for a moment, legs crossed, arms contorted. Kristen had a beautiful body, perfect even. Still, she couldn't accept being exposed to her little sister and Tom like this.

"Well then," Marie advised. "You can get dressed as soon as the house is clean and passes inspection. You better hurry, though. Our guests'll be here in a few hours, and this place is a pig pen."

Realizing there was no way to clean the basement while covering her tits and pussy, Kristen let her hands drop to her side. She stood still for a moment so Marie and Tom could get a good look at her exposed body. Naively, she hoped her sister and Tom would get a fair view then refocus their attention elsewhere. Kristen glanced down at Tom with a devilish look. She wanted Tom to understand his time was coming; he would get his turn in Marie's spotlight later that day. 

Tom watched Kristen intently as Marie took in her movie. Seeing Kristen naked was a much greater thrill for Tom than Marie's performance the night prior was. While Tom would never turn down an opportunity to see Marie sans clothing, Kristen was something else altogether. She was the forbidden fruit of their school. Everyone wanted Kristen, but nobody could have her. Even after high school let out, Kristen was considered the one classmate who was going to make it big. Now, Kristen in all her uncompromising grandeur was completely exposed and cleaning his basement.

Despite the foreboding context, seeing Kristen naked was everything Tom could have imagined. Her c-cup breasts were punctuated perfectly with soft pink areolas and firm protruding nipples. Kristen's abs were defined yet soft and her cushioned pussy lips were covered with just enough curly blonde hair. More than anything, Tom loved the way Kristen's ass cheeks dimpled in as she walked around the basement.

Tom was sure this had to be the most beautiful sight he would ever see. Tom knew he would never have a girl like Kristen. She would eventually end up with some millionaire. Tom would hear about her exploits all around the world and her perfect life. A life with someone like Kristen was not for him, and Tom was OK with that. He was willing to settle for this moment where Kristen humbled herself before him, stripped naked and picking up his trash.

Tom used the time to consider what he might do with Kristen during Thanksgiving break. He would have a day and a half to do whatever he wanted with her. Her body would be his personal amusement park, his every wish her command.

Kristen didn't look back at Tom and Marie as she put the basement back together. It was as if the perfect blonde was trying to block their presence from her mind. 

As Kristen cleaned and Tom glared, Marie used her phone to finish making plans for their upcoming party. Every time Tom heard a buzz or a beep, he realized it was probably another person signing on to participate in whatever twisted plan Marie was putting together.

Tom thought about asking Marie who she was inviting to the evening's party, but he opted not to. It wasn't like he would be able to change Marie's mind or anything anyway. Once his former girlfriend decided on a course of action, nothing would divert her focus. Of this, Tom was well aware. Besides, he was still attending to Kristen's housecleaning project.

After Kristen cleaned up the trash and wiped down the countertops, she pulled out a vacuum and swept the floor. Marie then made her older sister clean the upstairs kitchen. 

Tom, of course, followed Kristen upstairs to ensure his availability in case she couldn't find something or needed an extra pair of hands. Even after more than an hour of dusting, picking up trash and vacuuming, Kristen's nude activities entranced Tom. He was especially amused by how Kristen was so careful about avoiding the double-glass doors and windows. Kristen being aware of her exposed state only punctuated Tom's excitement.

Soon enough, however, Kristen was done cleaning. To Tom, this meant two things: He wouldn't get to admire her nudity much longer, and his own time in the spotlight was getting closer.

"I'm all done, Kristen yelled down the stairs to Marie. You don't mind if I get dressed now; do you?"

"Sure thing," Marie resounded. "Just take the trash out. Then you can get dressed."

"Take the trash out?" Kristen responded in a panic. "I can't go outside like this. What about the neighbors?"

"Really?" Marie snapped as she ran up the stairs. "You don't want the neighbors to see you? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Marie," Kristen begged. "Please. Please don't..."

"I don't know," Marie interrupted with a victorious grin. "If the tables were turned, would you make me go outside? Oh, that's right. The tables were turned last night, and you took me to the god-damned River Festival. So, hell yes, you have to take the fucking trash out."

Tom caught a smirk from Marie as she noticed him adjusting his pants; Marie seemed to like Tom participating in her sister's comeuppance. Tom wasn't too focused on Marie, however. Kristen, after all, was about to make her way to his outside trash bins on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Tom was incapable of considering anything else.

Tom and Marie sat across from each other at the kitchen table as Kristen wondered around the house collecting trash bags. Her body glistened with a hint of sweat from her cleaning duties. The combined emotional and physical toll was clearly wearing on the 21-year-old. Kristen powered through, however, piling up the trash bags at the double-glass doors. Kristen intended to finish her task with a single trip to the bin.

"Better make it snappy," Marie joked as her older sister surveyed the backyard through Tom's kitchen window.

Kristen would have to step out the back door then run about 50 feet to the trash bins. Only some short shrubbery and chain link fences separated Tom's yard from his neighbors. If anyone was outside or even looking out their windows, Kristen would have nowhere to hide.

"I'll get the door for you," Tom offered as Kristen picked up the white plastic bags. "I don't see anyone out there. Just hurry up, and you'll be fine."

Kristen looked back in disgust as her younger sister giggled. Kristen then stepped up to Tom's back door for a final look around the yard. The coast was still clear; at least Kristen didn't see anyone out there.

Kristen nodded for Tom to open the door. The double-doors made a hideous metal scraping metal sound as Tom slid them open. Marie rushed to the window so as to not miss her older sister's first foray into outdoor exhibitionism.

Not considering the step down, Kristen tripped out the door and was barely able to balance herself. In preventing a fall, however, she stubbed her toe and let one of the plastic bags fall free. Distracted by her stinging digit and the possibility of being exposed to the neighborhood, Kristen failed to recover the lost bag. Instead, she darted immediately across the back lawn toward the garbage bins. 

Kristen tried franticly to open the nearest bin, but the lid wouldn't budge. A thick plastic bungee with a metal S-hook held the container closed. It would take all of her strength to free the lid.

Kristen dropped the bags and pulled the metal hook from the thick plastic lid then opened the dumpster. It was full of similar bags and didn't look like it could contain anything else. Not to be deterred, the naked 21-year-old started picking up bags and cramming them into the bin. Unfortunately, there was no way all the bags would fit despite how much Kristen compressed the dumpster contents. She would have to move on to the next container.

Very much aware of and distracted by the possibility of being caught, Kristen had a more difficult time with the second trash receptacle. She broke a nail trying to free the lid from the bungee but wasn't about to let such a minor injury slow her down. Dogs were barking, and she heard people yelling in the distance. It was just a matter of time before she became a neighborhood spectacle.

As the second dumpster was completely empty, Kristen was able to redistribute the bags quickly and without further incident. She shut both lids and attempted to strap them back down. The bungees were even less cooperative than when Kristen opened the containers. Kristen fought through several failed attempts before figuring out how to reattach the damned S-hooks.

Just as Kristen began her return trip, she heard a screeching whistle. Kristen was certain someone saw her, but she couldn't tell where the noise came from. Not knowing what else to do, she instinctively crossed her arms over her exposed body and dropped to her knees. As she surveyed the area for onlookers, she noticed the other bag. It was right where she left it after tripping out the glass doors.

Kristen finally saw an old guy in the neighbor's yard making his way to the chain link fence. He was waiving hysterically and yelling at Kristen; the man was moving in for a better look. Fortunately for Kristen, the older gentleman was hardly fleet of foot. Kristen hoped that his eyesight was every bit as challenged.

"Hey there, beautiful," the man yelled over the fence and across the yard as if he had a shot in hell with the young blonde.

Ignoring the man, Kristen bolted to the abandoned trash bag. She reached down, picked it up and ran back to the trash cans, all while covering her tits and pussy as best she could. Despite her shaking hands, Kristen had much better luck opening and closing the trash container this time. As soon as the bin was closed and the bungee reattached, Kristen darted back in the house ignoring the neighbor's continuing summons. Kristen could only hope the old man didn't follow behind her.

"Very nice, Sis," Marie said clapping her hands as Kristen tripped back through the double-glass doors and fell to the floor ass-up. "That step's a bitch, huh?"

"There," Kristen said in an angry tone. "I did it. Now may I go get dressed?"

"I guess do," Marie relented. "You might as well take a break. I'll run to the store for some food. You don't mind if I use your credit card, do you?"

"Whatever," Kristen said more concerned about getting her clothes back on than preventing her little sister from running up her credit card bill. The blonde limped down the stairs and redressed as quickly as she possibly could.

Once fully clothed, Kristen sat back down on the recliner with her legs clutched tightly over her chest. She wrapped one arm around her knees and used her free hand to rub her stubbed toe. After politely giving Kristen a minute to collect herself, Tom made his way down the stairs and sat on the couch facing her.

"You okay? Tom asked.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Kristen responded with a scowl. "That was the most humiliating thing in my life."

Tom didn't have a response. He was torn between his guilt for participating in Kristen's humiliation and his fear from knowing he was next.

Tom and Kristen sat quietly while Marie went out shopping for party snacks. They were both glad to have Marie out of the house for a little while. Neither Tom nor Kristen knew what Marie had planned for the party or even who she had invited; a brief moment of solitude seemed appropriate at this juncture.

Tom eventually tried to converse with Kristen, but he couldn't get sound out of his mouth. He felt like a grade-schooler too nervous to address his first crush. Between Kristen's naked foray into his backyard and what they assumed Tom would have to do that evening, neither had much to say. Calling the silence awkward would be a colossal understatement.

Forgoing his attempts to connect with Kristen, Tom instead preoccupied himself with his phone. He checked his email a dozen times or so and scanned a few sports apps. 

Tom's stomach sank when he heard Marie pulling into the driveway. Even if this meant his presumptive humiliation was at hand, however, Tom was at least grateful to get on with it. More than anything else, Tom just wanted to know what Marie expected him to do. 

"I better help Marie with the snacks," Tom said jumping out of his seat. 

Kristen, seemingly happy to be left alone with her thoughts, moved quietly to the couch and rested her eyes.

By the time Tom and Marie had all the snacks set up for the party, Kristen was fast asleep. Tom and Marie let Kristen get some rest as they played a few uncomfortable rounds of table tennis; Tom let Marie win three straight games. 

Tom sensed Marie's discomfort with the altered roles of their new relationship. She didn't like Tom letting her win at table tennis. Marie was used to fighting for every bit of respect or attention she received. This was different for her. At the very least, it wasn't how she expected it to be.

"Marie," Tom said carefully as they wrapped up their final game. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry about texting your sister last year. You have to believe I never thought things would turn out like...well...you know."

"I understand," Marie said even though they both knew she was lying. "It's okay. We're square after tonight."

"Alright," Tom responded woefully. "I'd like that. I just want things the way they were before."

"Okay you two," Marie said as she set down her paddle and headed over to the recliner. "Our guests should start arriving pretty soon. Should we go ahead and talk about how this is all going down?"

"Sure," Tom replied anxiously. He sat down on the couch armrest next to Kristen's feet as the older sister tried waking up post nap. "You wouldn't be open to a more private apology, would you?"

"The more you complain, the worse it'll be," Marie scolded. "We are in fact going through with this, and then we can all move on."

"Sorry," Tom quipped. "You know I had to ask."

"Fair enough," Marie said. "I, more than anyone, know exactly how you feel."

"Now let's walk through our plans for the evening," Marie continued. "I think you'll both agree that my terms are fair and give you a fighting chance. I do understand that I played a significant role in what happened last night. I had a chance to protect my clothes and my pride, and I gave up that chance. Kristen, I'm going to give you that same opportunity."

"Me?" Kristen snapped. "What do you mean I'll get a chance? I thought Tom was doing the entertaining tonight."

"Yeah." Tom asked. "What about me? Will I get that chance to keep my clothes?"

"A chance for what?" Marie asked Tom. "Didn't you agree to participate in our party? Don't you have something worked out with my sister?"

"I do, but..."

"But nothing," Marie continued. "You gave Kristen your word. If you back out, that's between you and her."

"No," Tom replied. "I get it, and I'm not backing out." 

"But, what about me?" Kristen asked. "I thought I was..."

"You're doing what I say today, Kristen," Marie demanded. "The less you whine about it, the easier it'll be for you."

Tom and Kristen sat quietly as Marie continued to explain her plans for the party. Tom was going to serve as the evening's host, and he would do so completely naked. He would answer the door, and would explain that he lost a bet and was paying up. He was to tell the guests that they should feel free to touch him as they saw fit but that no photos or video were permitted.

Tom would ask everyone to turn in their cell phones before joining the party. Marie didn't want any uninvited guests showing up, and she didn't want any video or photo evidence making its way to the Internet. After collecting everyone's personal effects, Marie explained, Tom would escort the guests downstairs. 

After all the guests were accounted for, Tom would hold a brief clinic explaining how to serve a Ping Pong ball. He would also provide any necessary personal training. "Once all our guests are adequately versed in table tennis," Marie continued, "several of them will get a chance to play Kristen." 

"They'll be playing me?" Kristen asked.

"I'll explain more once everyone's ready to play," Marie said. "Just understand you'll have a chance to play for your clothes just like I did."

"My clothes?" Kristen asked again. "I thought Tom was going to be the one naked. I...but...I made a deal with him already. I thought that's what you wanted."

"He will be naked," Marie responded matter-of-factly. "That doesn't mean you get a pass; does it?"

"But I made a deal with Tom," Kristen argued. "I did just like you said."

"That's great," Marie responded, "but that's between you too. If you want out of your DUI, you still have to do what I ask."

"So I have to play table tennis?" Kristen asked.

"That's right," Marie agreed. "If you win our contest, you won't even have to get naked."

"So if I win, I keep my clothes on?" Kristine pressed. 

"More on that later. I'll explain when we're ready to play."

Kristen didn't press the issue. As nervous as she was about playing for her clothes again, she was used to winning such contests.

Tom stared down at his feet and drew paths in the old brown shag carpet with his heal. For the first time all day, he seriously considered backing out of his arrangement with Kristen. 

Tom had no idea who was invited to this party, but his naked body would be the first thing to greet each and every guest. He would then be expected to give table tennis lessons bare-assed naked. Tom also worried about how the guests would fare against Kristen at table tennis. He would only have an hour or so to teach them. Would they really be able to compete with the same person who bested Marie the night before? 

Tom looked up silently at the sisters. He realized that if he backed out, Marie would almost certainly have Kristen arrested for driving under the influence. More so, Tom's relationship with the girls would be ruined forever. It didn't seem right that all this ended up on his shoulders, but he made a commitment; he had to see it thought.

"How much time do we have?" Tom asked.

"You have about thirty minutes," Marie responded. Of course, by saying that, she meant that in thirty minutes Tom was expected to strip naked and stand by the door waiting for his guests to arrive.

"If it's alright with you," Tom said. "I think I'll just go to my room for a few minutes."

"That's fine," Marie conceded. "Take some time. We'll see you in thirty minutes." 

"Got it," Tom said as he headed up the stairs. "Thirty minutes."

Marie took the time to finish making preparations for the party while Kristen lay on the couch with her eyes wide open. Marie set out the snacks and put the beer on ice. She then set up a small card table by the recliners. She placed a small notepad on the table next to a decorative wicker basket and dumped a bag of cheap ballpoint pens in the basket. Finally, Marie set out all of Tom's old table tennis paddles and plastic balls.

The final few minutes ticked by ever so slowly for Tom as he sat in his bedroom looking at his clock. It was just a matter of time before Marie would ask him to take his place, a naked sentinel by his own front door. 

Before tonight, Tom didn't have much experience being naked with or in front of women. Even though Tom dated both sisters, tonight would be the first time either of them would see him without his clothes on. Tom did date a couple other girls briefly after Marie. He had sex twice with one of them and came close with the other. Other than that, he was practically a virgin.

When Tom had five minutes left, he quickly stripped off his clothes. He wanted to get out to the door on his own before Marie required him to do so. Tom took a look in the mirror. As he inspected his body, he noticed his dick already growing hard. Tom was concerned about hard-ons coming and going throughout the night even though he realized there would be nothing he could do about it. Tom considered jacking himself off, but wasn't sure how his body would react afterward. That wasn't an experiment he wanted to play out in front of his friends.




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 02



Tom cracked his door open and looked down the hallway toward the living room; Marie and Kristen were most likely still in the basement. Tom crept into the living room and sat on the sofa. He grabbed a couch cushion and placed it over his lap. Tom knew Marie would most likely not permit such modesty, but he was going to give it a try.

Tom had barely claimed his spot before he heard Marie pounding up the stairs. It was time! His evening was about to begin.

Tom stared at his ex-girlfriend as she walked through the kitchen and into the living room. He felt more vulnerable than at any point in his life. For the next few hours, Tom belonged to Marie. He was hers to expose, to play with and to humiliate. Tom had to accept this.

"Seriously?" Marie said to Tom as she noticed the couch cushion placed strategically over his lap. "I don't think so."

Tom removed the covering from his lap exposing his erect penis to Marie. Tom's brunette ex-girlfriend took her time looking up and down his naked body taking in every inch so as to remember this moment forever. While this couldn't erase what Marie went through the previous night, it did offer her some level of vindication.

After a few seconds, Tom couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps involuntarily, his hands shot up to his lap covering his dick.

"You can cover yourself with your hands if you want," Marie conceded, "but if any of our guests asks you to move them, you have to do so. Do you understand?"

"Sure. I understand." Tom was glad for Marie's limited concession.

"And you will make sure the guests know about this?" Marie added.

"I will," Tom agreed nervously. Now he had to tell everyone that they were free to touch him as they saw fit and that they could ask him to drop his hands at any time. In retrospect, Tom wasn't sure if this was better than just keeping himself uncovered all night.

Marie sat on the couch next to her naked ex-boyfriend. She rested her left hand on his lap. It was a gesture motivated more out of reassurance than from any sexual advance. Marie wanted Tom to make it through the night, but her sense of justice demanded a reckoning. Tom understood this.

Tom waited for the doorbell to ring. He felt like someone waiting for a punch to the face with his eyes closed. He knew the blow was coming and coming soon; he just didn't know exactly when. Likewise, Tom didn't know who was coming through that door. He just knew it would be bad.

"Ding dong ding ding...Ding dong ding ding." The doorbell mocked Tom.

Tom's heart pounded and his fingers cramped. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't force his body off the couch. Tom fought for every breath of oxygen as his head started spinning.

"Ding dong ding ding...Ding dong ding ding."

"Better jump to it," Marie joked as she patted Tom's upper thigh. "Don't worry. They'll be every bit as surprised to see you."

Tom finally found enough control over his body to push himself off the couch. 

His bare feet slid one after the other along the white Berber living room carpet. The door seemed to get farther away with every step.

"Ding dong ding ding...Ding dong ding ding."

As Tom leaned in toward the peephole, he thought about the last time he looked through the glass. Tom remembered how curious he was that morning when he saw Kristen summoning him. This time it wasn't Kristen on his doorstep, though. It was...Actually, Tom didn't recognize the two girls in his doorway.

Tom pulled the door open toward himself trying to hide his naked body behind the oak entryway. He leaned forward to push the storm door open without exposing himself to the girls. He looked back at Marie for approval. Marie didn't object to his modesty; she just smiled at how shy her ex-boyfriend had become.

The first girl, a heavy-set redhead grabbed the aluminum handle and pulled the storm door open. Tom was grateful for the assist even though the front door would only hide his secret for a few more seconds. The redhead, like her brunette friend, looked around 20 or 21 years old to Tom, but he surmised they could be younger.

"Hello?" the redhead asked. "Are we at the right place?"

"Um...yes," Tom stumbled. "You're...Are you...You here for the party?"

"Yeah," the girl said waiting for Tom to invite her in. "Marie invited us."

"Sure," Tom said. "I mean...You can...Did you want in?"

"That would be nice," the girl responded. She was confused by Tom's invitation and conflicting body language. "Is that okay? Are...Are you okay?"

The other girl, a stocky but hardly obese brunette impatiently plowed past her friend and through the doorway.

"Holy shit, Jessie," the brunette said as she stared at Tom's backside. "He's fucking naked."

"What?" Jessie said following her friend into the doorway. "No shit. Sup with you, man? I think we might be overdressed for the party."

Tom used his right hand to close the door behind Jessie while holding his manhood with the left. Tom looked back for Marie, but she was gone. He assumed Marie headed downstairs for the party and left him to fend for himself with the two girls.

"I'm Sophie," the brunette said extending her hand toward Tom. 

Tom shook Sophie's hand. "Hi. I'm Tom."

"And I'm Jessie," the other girl said taking her turn shaking Tom's hand. "So what's goin' on here, Tom? Marie didn't say anything about a naked dude at the door."

"Sorry," Tom said as he cupped his right hand over his left. "It's for a bet with Marie."

"I'm guessing you lost," Jessie joked.

"Yes...I mean I lost," Tom conceded. "I'll be part of your entertainment for this evening." Tom fought a knot in his throat as he continued with his required lines. "You are free to...I mean you are welcome to." Tom paused again.

"Relax, Tom," Jessie assured. "It's nothin' we haven't seen before."

"Thanks," Tom continued. He was grateful for Jessie's kindness, but he wanted to get this over with and get the girls downstairs. "You can ask me to move my hands anytime you like. You can also touch me if you want. I'm here for your entertainment."

"Wow," Sophie said. "Then why don't you show us the merchandise already."

"Now? Tom asked. "Already? I'll be here all night."

"You said we can ask, didn't you?" Jessie added. "Well, we're asking you to move your hands."

"Sure," Tom said. "Why not? I also need to get your..."

"Tom," Jessie interrupted kindly. She motioned to his hands still cupped over his penis. "Still covered."

Tom slowly dropped his hands to his sides. His hard dick fell forward a few inches then sprung back up to an almost perfect 135 degree angle.

"Very nice," Sophie said stepping closer to Tom. "You did say we can touch it, didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

Before Tom could get his response out, Sophie's hand snapped around his cock like a magnet drawn to metal. The brunette didn't stroke or caress him in any way, she just held it firmly like she would a hockey stick. 

Tom worried that he might cum right in Sophie's hand. After watching Kristen clean his house then take out the trash naked, Tom was ready to blow before ever stripping down and leaving his bedroom a few minutes earlier. Sophie's cold hand gripping his sensitive skin was almost more than he could bear. 

Tom tried to push through his spiel despite the brunette holding his dick like her life depended on it. "I need to get your cell phones then I'll be happy to take you downstairs to the party."

"Our cell phones," Jessie scoffed. "I'm not giving you my cell phone."

"Sorry," Tom answered. "These are Marie's rules. I need your phones if you're gonna stay." 

Tom was glad for the opportunity to be direct with the duo. To his relief, Sophie let go of his cock opting instead to rifle through her purse in pursuit of her phone. Tom took the girls' handsets and put them on the table before offering to escort them downstairs. He was careful to walk as far in front of Jessie and Sophie as possible. He didn't want to traverse the stairs with his dick in someone else's hands.

Once in the basement, Tom noticed Kristen on the couch gazing at him with a full grin. Kristen's look communicated more than she could ever say to Tom. After her own streak into the back yard, Marie's older sister was glad to see someone else in such a vulnerable position. At least for the moment, the scales were weighted back in Kristen's favor, and she was going to enjoy it.

Tom and his guests stood around awkwardly for a few seconds. No one knew what to say until Marie approached and offered her guests something to drink.

"Ding dong ding ding...Ding dong ding ding."

"Sorry," Tom said in reference to the doorbell. "I gotta go." He was both glad to escape the basement and nervous about who might be next at the door.

Sophie smacked Tom on the ass as he stepped past her in route to the stairs; Tom's slight jolt was not the reaction his first guests were going for. Jessie took it upon herself to make Tom pay for his minimalist reaction. As Tom passed Jessie, the burly redhead smacked his bare butt with all her might.

"Shit," Tom yelled jumping forward, the desired reaction stirring a cacophony of giggles. Still, there was nothing Tom could do. His only option was to retreat back up the stairs to his next set of awaiting guests.

Just as the doorbell rang again, Tom peeped through the door scoping out his next guests. As bad as dealing with Sophie and Jessie was, the next group was going to be worse. Matt, Josh and Nicholas were probably Tom's best friends, at least if you didn't count Marie. The three guys were part of the table tennis group Tom tried to start during high school. Now, Tom's table tennis buddies were in for a surprise.

Tom knew that he would never hear the end of what was about to happen, but he had to open the door. "Three...Two...One," Tom counted down before ripping the heavy door open and exposing his body to his best friends. Tom figured his best option was to try and laugh off his situation. Later he could justify his behavior by sharing his soon-to-be Thanksgiving conquest of Kristen.

"Fuck me with a broom," Matt said when he noticed his friend standing there with his cock out. "What the fuck, Tom?"

"Come on in, guys," Tom begged as he covered his dick with both hands. He didn't want to stand there naked in front of the open door.

Nicholas closed the door joking that he didn't want Tom to move his hands. The guys took a few jabs at Tom's expense but handled the situation with more class than Tom could have hoped for. Tom told his story about the bet. He then explained the rules including their options to touch him or ask him to drop his hands at any time. The three passed on both offers.

The guys put their own cell phones on the table opting to give Tom full use of both hands. Tom then reluctantly followed his buddies down the stairs. As soon as the guys made it to the basement, however, Tom retreated back to the living room. Tom wanted to avoid any more encounters with Jessie or Sophie, and he was glad for a very brief moment of silence.

With the next doorbell, Tom was surprised to see a large gathering of familiar faces. It was several of his guests from the night before. Sean and Shane, the fraternal twins arrived at the same time as Lucas and Ben. Just as the night before, Lucas brought his little sister, Crystal. 

Tom once again went through the rules. The guys cringed when Crystal asked Tom to drop his hands but let Tom display his goods. Lucas pulled his sister back, however, when she tried to cop a quick feel on Tom's dick.

The next doorbell ring introduced Jenny and Susan, also guests from the previous night's party. While Tom didn't attempt to hide behind the door this time, he did try to keep his dick covered as he invited Marie's community college friends into his living room.

"You're naked now?" Jenny joked.

"People can't seem to keep their clothes on around here," Susan added in reference to the previous night's party. 

Since the girls were friends with Marie, Tom never thought about them in any sort of romantic context. Even so, they were decent-looking girls. Jenny was skinny and tall with curly blonde hair. She was a little awkward in social situations, but she was always very nice. Susan was the prettier of the two girls. She had long straight black hair and a toned figure. If Tom had to rate Susan's looks, he would put her on a scale somewhere between Marie and Kristen. Unfortunately, Tom thought Susan was sort of a bitch. She might even be more of a bitch than Kristen could be on Kristen's worst day, and that was saying something.

When Tom explained the rules, Susan naturally asked Tom to drop his hands. She said it was only fair after how things played out with Marie the night before, a reference Tom didn't care much for. Still, Tom did as requested and exposed himself to the girls.

"There's not much to it," Susan joked bending in as though she couldn't find Tom's dick. 

"Oh, it's fine," Jenny added trying to counterbalance Susan's insult. "Don't listen to her."

"Are we looking at the same cock?" Susan continued. "Because, I've seen enough dicks in my day to know when something's missing."

"Susan," Jenny scolded. "Why don't you be nice to..."

"Ding dong ding ding...Ding dong ding ding."

Tom wasn't prepared for more guests to show up so soon. He didn't even get a chance to get Susan's and Jenny's cell phones. Before he knew what to do, however, Susan grabbed Tom's dick and led him to the door.

"Let's see who's there," Susan said pulling Tom behind her. 

"Please, Susan. I gotta get the door," Tom begged.

"I thought you said we can touch you?" Susan reminded Tom holding onto his cock even tighter. "Are you welching on your bet? Marie didn't welch last night. Did she?"

"I'm not welching," Tom insisted. "It's just that..."

"Good," Susan said swinging the door open with her free hand.

Many men would agree that you rarely want to answer your front door with your dick in some woman's hand. This was especially the case for Tom when he saw his ex-girlfriend, Heather, and his younger sister, Tina, on his front porch. Tom never bothered to ask why his sister was ringing the doorbell to get in. He just dropped to his knees and bent forward covering his dick with his crossed arms and body.

"This is awesome," Tom's younger sister belted out as Heather broke into hysterical laughter.

"So who are you?" Susan said as she reached forward to shake hands with the girls.

Noting that Susan's hand was just around Tom's cock, both girls opted against such a traditional greeting. Instead they knelt down to taunt their naked brother/ex-boyfriend.

Heather had been a major source of grief in Tom's life ever since the two broke up. Heather and Tom dated during their first two years in college, and Heather was the only girl Tom had sex with to this point. The two broke up after Heather somehow convinced herself Tom was cheating on her; she dumped Tom publically over social media.

After Tom and Heather's breakup, Tina started hanging out more with her brother's ex-girlfriend. This created quite a rift between Tom and his little sister. They never openly fought with each other, but they didn't spend much time together, either. Tonight, in fact would be the first time the siblings talked in several months.

"Marie told me you'd have a surprise for us," Tina said to her older brother. "I had no idea I'd have to see my big brother being led around by his cock."

"Tina, please," Tom pleaded. "Please just give me some space. Surely you have somewhere else you'd rather be tonight."

"Actually," Heather joined in. "I can't think of anywhere in the world we'd rather be right now."

"Come on, Tom," Susan said as she helped Tom to his feet.

Tom kept his hands firmly over his dick as Heather and Tina again broke down laughing at the pathetic spectacle.

"Just wait," Susan said joining the girls in their laughter. "He has some rules he needs to tell you."

"Rules," Heather said smiling as she planted her face directly in front of Tom's face. "Why don't you tell us your rules?"

Tom stood silent unable to talk. He was paralyzed by shame and by fear. He had no idea this night would be so bad, and it was still just getting started.

"Give him a minute," Jenny said positioning herself between Tom and his ex-girlfriend's view. Jenny put her hands on Tom's shoulders. She leaned into Tom and whispered into his ear. "Don't worry about them. They can't do anything to you. Just suck it up and this'll be over in a minute."

"You got a new girlfriend there, Tom?" Tina asked her brother.

"Shut it, Tina," Tom snapped. "She's just being nice. You ever hear about that?"

"Screw you, Tom," Tina returned. "You're the one that..."

"Hey everyone," Marie said as she stepped into the living room and interrupted Tina. "Is everything alright up here?"

"Everything's fine," Jenny said to Marie. "Tom was just going through the rules."

"Great," Marie said looking Tom directly in the eyes. "Why don't you do that?

Jenny kept her arm on Tom's shoulder. She clenched his bicep supportively as Tom fought through his instructions.

"I'm the entertainment...I mean I'm part of the entertainment for the party," Tom began. "Please feel free to touch me or ask me to move my hands if you want to. You just can't take any pictures or videos. I need to collect everyone's phone before we go downstairs."

"We can make him move his hands?" Heather asked Marie.

"You can," Marie responded.

"And you can touch him if you want to," Susan added.

"That's right," Marie affirmed. "If things get out of hand, I'll step in."

"Well then, Tom," Heather said with a scowl. "I'd like you to drop your hands."

Tom knew this was coming; Heather would never pass up an opportunity to humiliate him. Tom thought about Jenny's kind words then took a deep breath; Tom dropped his hands and his head simultaneously. Blood rushed to Tom's head, and his vision began to blur. Tom worried that he would faint right there in his living room.

Heather and Tina fell to the couch laughing insincerely. Their hysterics resonated in part from the joy of seeing Tom exposed like this and also from trying to make his humiliation more difficult than it already was.

"My god," Jenny scolded. "Act like you've seen a dick before why don't you."

"Relax everyone," Marie added not wanting to give Heather a chance to respond. "Let's let Tom collect your phones and head downstairs. Now that everyone's here, we can get this party started."

Tom gathered the phones as Marie led Heather and Tina to the basement. This left Tom to escort Susan and Jenny down the stairway. As Tom stepped into the basement, he didn't even try to cover his dick. He didn't want to give anyone the pleasure of making him expose himself yet again.

Marie asked Tom to serve a round of drinks to their guests while she prepared for the rest of their evening. Tom nervously passed out beers and snacks while the girls took turns grabbing and smacking him. The guys, for the most part, tried to pretend he wasn't there.

Marie ran outside and returned with a small plastic bin and set it by the television. Since the bin had a lid, no one could tell what was in it. Based on Marie's demeanor, however, Tom knew it wasn't something he would like.

"Let's gather together, everyone," Marie said as she stood behind the card table she set up earlier. "I'm going to walk you through our plans for the night. Tom and Kristen, would you both join me?"

Tom and Kristen stood on either side of Marie behind the card table, Tom with both hands firmly over his dick. The other guests crowded around the other side of the table waiting to hear Marie's master plan.

Once everyone was gathered, Marie explained the first part of her plan. She pointed to the tablet and pens beside the wicker basket. Everyone at the party was expected to write her or his name on a piece of paper and put it in the wicker basket.




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 03



Kristen waited anxiously by the Ping Pong table while Tom gathered everyone's purse or wallet and keys. Marie instructed him to put them in a bag with the phones he collected earlier and hide them somewhere they couldn't be found. None of the guests would get their belongings back until Marie's game was over.

Kristen was almost impressed by her little sister's plan. As she considered what the rest of the evening might have in store, however, Kristen thought back to the previous night's party. If only she hadn't been so competitive with Marie, none of this would be happening. Then again, Kristen was never one to dwell too much on the past. For Kristen, it was all about getting through this night.

For Marie, the tables certainly had turned in 24 hours. After having to strip naked for everyone the night before, the entire group was now hers to command. She could do with them as she pleased, and it was clear she was going to make use of her growing influence.

Marie took the wicker basket with all the names in it and set it on the Ping Pong table. She motioned for Kristen to join her by the table then asked Tom to stand opposite of her.

Still completely naked and covering his dick with both hands, Tom stood by the net across from Marie and Kristen. While he looked forward to not being the only one naked, he worried that such a scenario wouldn't necessarily signal an end of his subjugation. Tom presumed he still had a role to play in Marie's master plan.

"OK, sis," Marie said as she grabbed Kristen's ass through her sister's jeans. "Go ahead and draw a name. Let's pick your first opponent."

Kristen slowly reached into the basket. She shuffled the papers aimlessly as if so doing would mitigate her need to choose a name.

"Come on, Kristen," Marie scolded. "Don't make me do it for you."

Kristen crossed her left arm over her body then used her right hand to choose a folded piece of paper from the basket; she extended the paper toward her sister.

"Go ahead and read the name," Marie instructed.

Kristen dropped her left hand to unfold the paper. Her lips curled slightly as she saw her first opponent.

"Who is it?" Marie asked her sister. Marie could clearly see the name herself.

Kristen lifted the paper up timidly and tried to say the name. After a failed attempt to speak, Kristen caught her breath and revealed her opponent. "Jessie. It's Jessie."

"No. No. I can't," Jessie argued immediately. The redhead's pale skin flushed as she looked around the room in horror.

The group seemed quite conflicted about Kristen's first opponent. While everyone except for Kristen and Jessie was grateful to spectate the first match, the overwhelming consensus seemed to be that Jessie could never beat Kristen at table tennis or any other competition for that matter. Kristen was a former cheerleader and athlete. Jessie, on the other hand, was anything but athletic; she was widely considered more of a nerd throughout high school. It didn't even seem like a fair match.

"I'm leaving," Jessie threatened; she started toward the stairs.

Sophie, Jessie's best friend since grade school, followed after the husky 21-year-old redhead.

"You can't do this," Sophie pleaded. "We promised we'd stay no matter what."

"Wanna bet?" Jessie responded as she began climbing the stairs. "It's still a free country isn't it?"

Sophie followed her friend out of the basement begging Jessie not to leave. Even from downstairs, the group could hear Sophie arguing how Jessie was "better than this" and that she'd "never live it down" if she bailed on their contest.

After several minutes of prodding, Jessie begrudgingly returned to the basement, stepped up to the table and grabbed a paddle. The game was set.

Kristen confidently took her place at the opposing court as the game's spectators prepared for another round of table tennis.

"So our rules are going to change a little with each match," Marie said by way of introduction. "My goal is to give everyone as fair a chance as possible."

"How's this supposed to work exactly?" Jessie asked still disgruntled about having to play the first game.

"Well, if you'd give me a second," Marie scolded as she handed Jessie the ball. "You'll play until one of you scores five points. First one to five points wins no matter what. Jessie, you'll serve first. Tom is going to be our ball boy. If the ball hits the ground, he has to retrieve it and bring it back to the table."

"So let's get this going," Kristen said, competitive as ever.

"Hold on, now," Marie said. "That's not all. Each time your opponent scores a point, you'll have to remove an article of clothing. Your shoes, socks or accessories don't count."

"What the fuck?" Jessie responded. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Sorry, Jessie. I'm not kidding." Marie said. "I'm afraid there's more still. The loser has to complete a forfeit."

"A forfeit?" Jessie asked. "What kind of forfeit exactly?"

"That's easy," Marie responded. "The winner gets to paddle the loser then..."

"Oh, hell yeah," Kristen interrupted.

"This is bullshit," Jessie added.

"The winner gets to paddle the winner," Marie continued. "Then, the loser has to give my friend Tom, here, a blowjob."

"What's that?" Tom asked.

"Like hell," Jessie protested yet again.

"That's right, Tom," Marie affirmed staring at her former boyfriend's dick. "You look like you could certainly use some relief. The loser of our game is going to help you out with that boner."

Clearly not thrilled by Marie acknowledging his erection, Tom cupped his hands over his dick and dropped his head.

"I don't know about all this," Jessie said. "I never signed on for any of this shit."

"So the first one to five points wins?" Kristen confirmed. 

"That's right," Marie said assumptively. "It's time to play. Jessie, you serve."

"Well then," Kristen said. "Let's get this fat bitch naked and her mouth around Tom's tiny prick."

Seemingly out of other options, Jessie prepared herself for the big game. Her hands shook violently as she held the ball up in front of her face. She tossed the ball in the air and swung as hard as she could. Upon contact with the paddle, the ball clunked down into the net and bounced right back at Jessie's face. The redhead recoiled instinctively protecting herself from the light plastic orb.

"Looks like this'll be a quick game," Kristen joked along with most of the audience.

"I'm sorry, Jessie," Marie said. "I'm afraid we're going to need a piece of clothing."

Frustrated and nervous, Jessie leaned both hands on the table staring at the ground.

"That's OK, Jessie," Sophie encouraged as she stepped up to her friend and put an arm around Jessie's back. "This is nothing. Just pretend we're at the beach."

Without responding to Sophie's encouragement, Jessie grabbed the bottom of her loose-fitting purple blouse and pulled it up over her head. The room cheered at the sight of her full-figured white cotton bra. Her pale and randomly freckled skin folded slightly over her bra straps and jeans. Jessie looked at the ground afraid to make eye contact with anyone in the room. 

"Wow," Kristen jabbed at her opponent. "You want to take the rest of that shit off right now or should we keep playing?"

"Fuck you," Sophie snapped from the crowd. "The game's not over yet, bitch."

"Might as well be," Kristen jabbed back at Jessie's brunette friend. "Maybe you wanna play next. Huh?"

"Don't listen to her, Jessie," Sophie continued. "She's just scared."

"Scared, my ass," Kristen snapped. "Why don't you..."

"Let's go," Marie interrupted glaring at Jessie. "It's still your serve."

Jessie stepped back up to the table and, after another nervous pause, took a wild swipe at the ball. This time, the plastic sphere sailed across the room and bounced off the back wall.

"This is too easy," Kristen joked. "Two versus zero."

"That's another..." Marie started.

"I know," Jessie interrupted. "Another piece of clothing."

Jessie took off her belt and unbuckled her pants as the audience watched.

"It's OK, Jessie," Sophie encouraged. "Don't let them in your head."

Jessie pulled her pants down quickly and stepped out of them revealing a pair of white cotton panties.

The group followed Sophie's lead and cheered Jessie on. Lucas, and his friend Ben whistled loudly while most of the girls catcalled. Jessie, while visibly grateful for the audience's support, was very nervous about the game's progression.

"It's my serve now," Kristen said as Tom handed her the ball. The blonde competitor was more than a little bothered by the audience's positive reaction to Jessie's strip. "You better get ready."

Kristen barely waited for Jessie to set herself before sending a low serve over the net. Jessie swung and hit the ball, but it had too much spin for an inexperienced player to return effectively. Jessie couldn't even get the ball back to her own side of the net.

"I know," Jessie said stepping back from the table. The redhead reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She used both hands to cover her large tits as the brazier fell to the ground. Her eyes teared up slightly as her friends and former classmates applauded. 

Even though the game wasn't over, Jessie realized how completely overmatched she was. It was as obvious to her as it was everyone else. Jessie had no chance of competing with, let alone beating, Kristen. "I give up," Jessie conceded. "I give up."

"One down," Kristen cheered lifting her hands in the air.

"Wait," Marie said. "Jessie, are you really giving up already? The game's not even over yet."

"I am." Jessie said covering her face with her free hand. "I quit."

"And you know what that means?" Marie asked. "If you quit, that means you lose the game."

"I know," Jessie said. "I've lost anyway."

"Well then," Marie said. "I guess we'll need you to take off your panties then."

"Please," Jessie begged. "I'll let her spank me and everything. Can I please just keep my underwear on?"

"Sorry," Marie said. "You knew the rules, and you chose to stay."

"But, Marie..."

"No buts," Marie interrupted. She had to wait a second while the crowd reacted to her unintended pun. "If you'd won, you'd be more than willing to spank my sister's bare ass. Now you have to follow through on your bet."

"But I can't," Jessie continued. "I just can't do it."

"If you back out, you have to leave right now," Marie said as she gathered Jessie's clothes. "You don't get your clothes, your phone, your purse or anything. You just have to leave right now wearing nothing but your panties."

Sophie walked up to her friend and put her arm around Jessie. "You can do this," Sophie encouraged. "It's just for fun. No one here's gonna judge you."

Jessie paced around a few seconds building up her courage before releasing her tits and pushing her panties to her ankles. "I hope you're all happy," Jessie said after stepping free of her underwear and holding her hands up in the air. "Everyone take a good fucking look." Jessie then spun around while the group cheered her bravery.

"OK, Jessie," Marie said without affording Jessie any opportunity to acclimate to her newfound exhibitionism. Marie put her hand on Jessie's shoulder nudging her gently towards the table. "I need you to lean over here."

Jessie jerked Marie's hand from her shoulder. Jessie knew it was time for her spanking, but she wasn't going to be pushed around. Jessie leaned over the table exposing her bare ass to the group.

"You're up, Kristen" Marie said. "You get ten swats with the paddle."

"Fine by me," Kristen said while lining up behind her defeated opponent.

Jessie screamed emphatically as Kristen took her first swat. The blonde 21-year-old didn't pause at all before delivering the next smack followed immediately by another and another.

Jessie tried to reach back over her ass, but Marie pulled Jessie's hands free from the paddle's trajectory. "Smack," Kristen landed a fifth blow. "Whack," went number six.

Jessie's ass cheeks blushed a bright red as Kristen swung again and again until all ten swats were delivered. After the tenth hit, Jessie jumped up from the table grabbing her ass with both hands, prancing around the room in pain. Jessie's bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks signaled her pain, but she remained resolute preparing herself for the remaining forfeit.

"OK, Tom," Marie said patting her hand on the same area of the table Jessie just ejected herself from. "Hop up here."

Without a word, Tom backed up on the table and jumped up allowing his calves and feet to hang down toward the ground. Marie helped him lie back and spread his legs open. It was time for Jessie to finish her penalty. She had to give Tom a blowjob in front of everyone.

As Jessie approached Tom, Marie again held up her phone creating video documentation of their evening. "Don't worry," Marie promised Jessie. "This'll stay private as long as everyone follows through with their forfeits."

Seeing Marie recording everything on her phone, made Jessie quite nervous; the redhead continued with her forfeit nonetheless. She stepped up to the table between Tom's legs nervously positioning herself for a very public display of affection.

Tom closed his eyes. He could feel his erect penis pointing directly into the air as his friends watched intently. Tom thought about his long and active night, how so many women had their hands on his naked cock and ass and how he had been paraded around and objectified like never before in his life. Tom knew he wouldn't have much stamina left, but he didn't want everyone to see him blow his load in no time at all. He had to at least make a good show of it.

Tom felt Jessie's curly hair against his legs as she slowly leaned in toward his center. He felt her warm breath against his inner thight as her mouth neared his rod. Her arms pressed against his hips steadying her descent. Tom then felt Jessie's warm lips brush briefly against the tip of his penis. He clenched every muscle in his body trying to hold his seed inside. 

Several times, Jessie's mouth made brief contact with Tom before pulling away. The anticipation was almost more than Tom could bear; he worried even more about spraying Jessie's face even before her blowjob debut began in earnest.

After finally kissing Tom's dick several times, Jessie wrapped her lips around his dick head. Her mouth moved down and back up Tom's helmet, and her tongue brushed against his tip with every cycle. Tom felt blood rushing through his loins like his body wanted to explode but couldn't. The crowd noise faded in Tom's mind; he could only consider penetrating Jessie's mouth.

Jessie continued her motion up and down his head but no deeper than an inch or two. Tom wanted to feel Jessie's lips slide all the way down his stem filling her mouth wholly with his manhood. 

"Deeper," Tom begged. "Please. Deeper."

The tentative grip by Jessie's lips on Tom's dick tightened with every plunge. With each bob, she grew more confident and took more of him inside her throat.

"Ahhhhhh," Tom moaned uncontrollably. He completely forgot about the crowd around him. Tom's only thought was filling Jessie's mouth with every inch of his dick. "Take it. Take it all."

Tom thrust his hips in the air pressing himself into Jessie's mouth. Jessie pulled back fighting off a gagging reaction.

"More," Tom said. "More."

"More...More...More," the crowd chanted. "More...More...More."

Perhaps encouraged by the audience reaction, Jessie dropped her head back into Tom's lap taking his entire cock down her throat. She pursed her lips around the base of his stem and sucked like a vacuum while stroking his stem with her tongue.

Jessie's technique was a feeling like Tom never had before. Tom reached down and grabbed Jessie's long curly hair pulling her face deeper into his dick.

Jessie reached her hands under Tom and grabbed his ass cheeks with full force pulling them apart as she plunged up and down his erection; Tom arched his back and clenched his toes. He screamed in pure exhilaration as he filled Jessie's mouth with his cum. 

Jessie snapped her head back wiping Tom's goo off her face. She wanted to spit his cum out, but it was too late. It had mostly found its way down her throat.

"Holly shit, Jessie," Sophie said as she congratulated her best friend.

Everyone else cheered and whistled at Jessie's unfettered exhibition.

It took Jessie a second to catch her bearings. Eventually, however, the shy embarrassed nerd-girl from before reemerged. "Can I...Can I have my clothes back?" Jessie asked Marie timidly clutching her arms over her exposed tits and pussy.

"I'm sorry," Marie said. "Once you lose your clothes, they're gone for good." 

Marie instructed Tom to take Jessie's clothes upstairs, but Tom had yet to recover from his other-worldly experience. He just lay on the table unable to move. Opting to give Tom and the group a minute to recoup, Marie took it upon herself to remove Jessie's clothing from the basement.

Jessie retreated to the couch; she sat there leaning forward and clutching her naked body. Despite her enthusiastic and well-received performance, she was clearly embarrassed, humiliated even. Jessie stared down at the floor not willing to make eye contact with any of her friends.

Sophie took a minute to congratulate Jessie on going through with everything but Jessie remained nonresponsive. Eventually, Sophie decided leave Jessie to herself and join the group by the Ping Pong table. Jessie clearly needed some time alone, and Sophie, like everyone else, wondered who might be next.

By the time Marie made it back to the basement, Kristen and Tom were in their respective positions ready for the second game. "You know what to do," Marie said as she handed the basket to her older sister.

Kristen reached into the basket confidently and drew another name. The blonde pre-law student's face turned pale, however, as she looked at the paper.

After the lackluster competition between Jessie and Kristen, the audience was hoping for a more competitive game this time around. By the look on Kristen's face, it was clear such a contest might just be on deck. Hope filled the room.

"Who is it?" Marie asked with a smile.

"It's...It's..."

"Who is it, Kristen?" Marie insisted.

"Lucas. It's Lucas."

The audience cheered vociferously. Where Jessie didn't stand a chance at beating Kristen, Lucas had to be a better match. While no one had ever seen Lucas play table tennis before, they assumed that a star soccer player had to be able to hold his own. At least that had to be what the guys were hoping, that Lucas would finally be the one to get Kristen naked. The girls, while certainly looking forward to seeing a more humble version of Kristen, would have settled for Lucas losing his shorts.

"Come on," Lucas said with a smile. "Me? Really? Is that even fair for Kristen?"

"What?" Kristen snapped, bothered by her assumptive loss. "You think just because you have a soccer scholarship, you're automatically good at everything else? Or is it because I don't have a dick?"

"I didn't say..."

"Well, then," Kristen said. "Step up to the table. Just remember, the last two people who played me walked away naked."

"Oh, let's go, Kristen," Lucas said picking up his paddle, his disdain for Marie's older sister evident in his scowl.

"Sounds like we have a game," Marie extoled before clarifying the terms of engagement. This time, Kristen will serve first, and the loser, Marie warned, would have the most painful penalty of the night. The game's loser, Marie explained, would not only get spanked by the winner; she would get IcyHot rubbed on her pussy.

"You mean the loser's dick," Kristen scoffed in reference to her assumptive loss. "Don't you?"

"Sure," Marie responded with a placating laugh. "Or that."




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 03



Kristen and Lucas weren't sure how to react to Marie's IcyHot penalty. As athletes, they both used IcyHot before, but neither of them were sure what would happen if that same ointment was applied to their genitals. Growing up, they heard stories of IcyHot dares, but neither competitor had actually witnessed such a spectacle.

"So we gonna get this game going or what?" Lucas finally said.

"Don't worry," Kristen smacked back. "I'll have you out of here in no time."

"Then serve the ball already," Lucas joked swaying back and forth like a tennis pro. 

"Before we get started," Marie added. "I have one final offer for the two of you."

"An offer?" Kristen asked impatiently. "There's more? Really?"

"That's right," Marie said. "I'll award either of you two bonus points if you want to strip right here and now."

The group cheered begging Lucas and Kristen to take Marie up on her offer.

"Oh, I'll pass," Kristen responded quickly.

"That's fine," Marie said. "Lucas? You passing too?"

Lucas looked pensively at Marie. "So if I strip now, I get two points?"

"That's right," Marie responded as the room hushed in anticipation.

"So I would only need three points to win?" Lucas queried. "Would I get my clothes back after?"

"Sorry," Marie responded surprised that Lucas was even considering her offer. "Once you take it off, it's mine."

"Go ahead, Lucas," Heather, encouraged.

"No," Lucas' little sister, Crystal, added. "I don't wanna see that shit."

"Take it off," Sophie chanted. "Take it off."

Tina, Susan and Jenny joined in the chant. "Take it off. Take it off. Take it off."

"Sorry," Lucas finally insisted after hearing everyone out. "I'm gonna play this one straight."

"Don't worry, ladies," Kristen added. "I'll have your soccer crush naked in no time flat. If he ever shuts up and plays that is."

"Fine," Lucas said glaring at Kristen. "It's game on."

"Play ball," Marie added since she didn't know a better way to kick off a table tennis game. "Kristen, it's your serve."

Kristen immediately served the ball hoping to catch Lucas off guard; Lucas was somehow ready, but it didn't do him much good. Lucas' return sailed high over Kristen's court for the first point of the game.

"That's one to nothing," Kristen said pumping her fist in the air. "What you wanna take off first?"

"So, I spotted you one," Lucas joked as he pulled of his shirt, spun it over his head and threw it into the crowd.

It took the girls a minute to quiet down after watching Lucas remove his shirt. 

"What is this, a Justin Bieber concert?" Marie joked. "Kristen, it's your serve."

For the first time of the evening, Kristen decided to use her high toss serve. She knew that getting ahead of Lucas was important if she wanted to keep her clothes on, and, at least for the time being, her plan was working perfectly.

"Fuck me," Lucas snapped after missing Kristen's smashing serve. He stepped back in horror shaking his head. It was just beginning to set in that Kristen might be a tougher opponent than he initially gave her credit for.

"Looks like you should've taken Marie up on her offer," Kristen teased. "You're losing your clothes anyway."

"I know," Lucas said to Marie before she could ask him to take off his pants. Within seconds, Lucas was facing off against Kristen wearing only a pair of black Jockey boxer briefs.

"It's your serve," Marie said motioning for Tom to give Lucas the ball. "Better not miss again. You're running out of clothes."

Lucas stared at the white ball in his hand as though he was somehow willing it into submission. Kristen stood at alert like a lion ready to pounce on a gazelle.

With seemingly little effort, Lucas flipped the ball in the air and hit a perfect backhand spin. Kristen attempted a backhand push but ended up sailing the ball into the air. Lucas jumped forward and slammed the ball against the back of Kristen's court. Despite her best attempt, Kristen couldn't get her racket into position quickly enough. 

"That's what I'm talking about," Tom said breaking his silence from the sidelines.

Kristen glared at Tom for a second before turning her attention to Marie. Kristen was pissed that she was about to lose her first item of clothing, and she didn't care for Tom rooting against her.

"Sorry, sis," Marie said with feigned consolation. "Looks like it's your turn."

Kristen took a minute to scan the room. Sure enough all eyes were on her. After she single handedly won Jessie's clothes and most of Lucas' wardrobe and after she cost Marie all of her clothes the night before, Kristen was actually going to surrender her own top.

"Whatever," Kristen grumbled as she yanked her white tank top over her head.

"Very nice," Lucas said staring at Kristen's black bra with a grin. "I can't wait to see if your panties match."

"Tough talk for a guy one point away from flapping in the wind," Kristen taunted. "Why don't you just serve so we can get your little man some fresh air?"

Lucas quickly positioned himself as though he was going to deliver another backhand serve but then shifted quickly smacking a slow but steady forehand spin right across the net. Not fooled by Lucas' fakery, Kristen whacked a forehand drive right back at him. Lucas stepped back quickly and delivered a perfect loop return back across the court.

Kristen tried to block Lucas' shot, but misjudged the fast-spinning ball's trajectory. As the ball hit the ground, the game was tied, and, as everyone was well aware of, Kristen would have to give up her pants.

Kristen was more nervous than at any point before this. While she certainly didn't want to lose her pants, she was more worried about Lucas' strong play over the last two rallies. Was Lucas really this good? If so, Kristen had a lot more to concern herself with than just showing off her panties. The next point would cost Kristen her top. After that, Kristen would find herself completely naked.

"Let's have 'em, sis," Marie said pointing to Kristen's jeans. "What's good for the goose and all."

As Kristen unbuttoned her jeans, she thought about her deal with Marie. It was originally Kristen's understanding that she would be spared any such displays if she convinced Tom to step in. Now, for the second time that day, Kristen was taking off her pants in Tom's basement. Only this time, more than just Kristen and Tom were watching. Kristen realized it was foolish to believe Marie would let her off easily after everything that happened the night before. Marie finally had all the leverage she needed over Kristen, and Marie wasn't going to let that leverage go to waste.

"Get on with it already," Lucas jabbed his opponent. "You're not revealing some national treasure or something."

"Fuck off," Kristen snapped. For the first time that evening, Kristen openly lost control of her emotions.

"Come on, Kristen," Marie added. "Stop stalling already."

Kristen held her black silk panties in place with one hand while she pushed the tight jeans down with the other. Kristen stepped out of the rolled denim and kicked her pants across the carpet at Marie. 

Kristen positioned herself for her next serve but had to close her eyes for a moment; her arms were shaking wildly and she needed to calm herself down. Kristen knew she had to get her game back, and she had to do it now. Otherwise, she'd play the next point topless.

"She's losing it," Lucas trash talked. "This games all but over."

Kristen knew that Lucas, an accomplished athlete and competitor, was not just making noise. He was trying to get into her head. This was usually Kristen's own play. She took the same approach with Jessie and with Marie the night before. Even though she knew what Lucas was doing, it still pissed Kristen off that he was jabbing her like this. Everyone seemed to be taking his side. Everyone wanted her to lose.

Realizing she had to win this point, Kristen went back to her strongest play, the high toss serve. This time, however, Lucas was ready for her with a masterful forehand drive return. By the time Kristen repositioned herself from the serve, the rally was already over.

The second Kristen missed her point, pandemonium broke out. Even the girls who were originally rooting for Lucas to lose his shorts cheered Kristen's miss. Tom's table tennis buddies took the opportunity to jump in the air and try out their full body bumps; they clearly thought it was a better idea than it turned out to be.

Kristen crossed her arms over her black bra as though she wasn't going to let anyone take it from her. Even so, she knew there really wasn't much of a choice. In addition to not reneging on a bet, Kristen knew Marie could still have her arrested for driving under the influence. Kristen came this far, and there was no turning back. The bra had to come off.

As Kristen prepared to remove her bra, her friends quieted like a class full of rowdy students shutting up when the teacher walks in. Seeing Kristen topless was a big deal in her town, and Kristen knew it. She spent years setting herself apart from everyone else. Now at least some of her friends were going to watch her fall back to their level.

Kristen realized that the more she stalled, complained or argued, the more everyone would enjoy her humiliation. Instead, she committed herself to acting as though she didn't mind stripping in front of everyone. She did mind. She knew it, and everyone in the room knew it.

Kristen stood resolutely with her chin high in the air. She knew what she had to do. The blonde pre-law student reached behind her back with a single hand and undid her bra. With her left hand at her side, Kristen methodically reached her right hand to her left shoulder and slid the bra strap to her bicep. Then she slowly moved her left arm to her other side and slid her right strap off. Once the straps were free of her shoulders, Kristen moved her arms just enough to let the garment fall to her feet. Not willing to surrender her pride to the crowd, Kristen held her arms down resisting the urge to cover her breasts. 

The blonde 21-year-old did her best to ignore the screams and yells from her audience. She told herself they were just goading her, trying to get some type of reaction. Kristen was committed to not giving in. Exposing herself to them was bad enough. She wasn't going to play into their hands emotionally as well.

Kristen knew she had to win her next serve. In addition to not wanting to lose her panties, Kristen was well aware that Lucas only needed two more points to win the game. If Kristen lost her own serve, Lucas would only need to win one of his own two serves to defeat her. Then Kristen would not only spend the rest of the night naked, she would have to bend over for Lucas to spank her then let him spread IcyHot all over her pussy.

"OK, let's get this game going again," Marie said clapping her hands in the air for the audience's benefit. After this round, someone's getting naked."

The crowd followed Marie's lead and resumed whistling and yelling at the contestants. This was definitely a moment of truth.

Not willing to risk another bad serve, Kristen cautiously forehanded the ball over the net. Lucas, content to take the same conservative approach, returned the ball with a basic forehand push. With enough time to sit back and wait, Kristen backhanded the ball adding just enough spin to make things interesting. 

Still keeping things conservative, Lucas pushed the ball gently back across the court. Lucas' slow return afforded Kristen the chance for a big move; she swung as hard as she could driving the ball back towards Lucas. As soon as the ball left her racket, however, Kristen realized that Lucas set her up. Lucas dove forward over his court and blocked Kristen's drive back onto her side of the table and out of Kristen's reach.

Forgetting her composure, Kristen fell to her knees and dropped her head into her hands. It was almost a mirror image from the night before when Marie lost her final point to Kristen.

The basement erupted in cheers and congratulations. A couple of beers quickly found their way out of their respective cups as high fives and hugs became the group's priority. This was the moment this evening was supposed to be about, Kristen exposing herself to the group.

"Calm down everyone," Marie demanded of the crazed crowd. "Calm the fuck down."

Kristen couldn't move. She couldn't lift her head, and she couldn't force herself off the floor. She simply wasn't able to hide it any more. Her humiliation had taken control of her body and mind.

Marie stepped over to her older sister, knelt down and put her arm around Kristen's shoulders. "Ignore them," Marie whispered in Kristen's ear. "They don't know shit about all this."

"But," Kristen whined back. "But, why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I have to, sis," Marie responded caringly. "I'm sure you don't understand, but believe me. I have to do this. Now pull yourself together and play this out. You're not a quitter. You never have been, and you won't be tonight."

Kristen felt strangely reassured by her sister's encouragement. Kristen reminded herself that everyone at that party was going to have their moment basking in her suffering; after the party was over, she would go back to her life and leave all these people behind. As far as Kristen was concerned, everyone at the party, save Marie, might as well be a stranger. After tonight, their lives would never intersect with Kristen's again.

Kristen stood up almost at attention. She looked down past her exposed breasts at her black silk panties. Could she really go through with this? Could she remove her last piece of clothing in front of her former friends and classmates? She grew up with most of these people after all.

Kristen looked blankly into space as she tucked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She pushed down, but the undergarment didn't want to move. Like trying to pull a suction cup off a window, the silk somehow adhered to her skin. 

Kristen grew numb as she finally slid the panties down her leg. She could only tell her progress by the increasing volume of the group around her. Rather than letting her panties fall to the ground on their own, Kristen held on guiding them down her leg. Once close to the floor, Kristen stepped one leg then the other free from her final article of clothing.

Kristen clutched the silk panties in her hand like a young child clinging to her favorite toy. She didn't want to give them up.

"Can I have those?" Marie asked her sister motioning to the panties in Kristen's hand.

Kristen didn't respond. She just stared blankly at the tennis table.

"Kristen," Marie added forcefully. "Hey Kristen. I need your panties."

Marie's demand startled Kristen snapping the older sister from her trance. Without a word, Kristen forced her clenched fingers open and handed Marie her wadded up undergarment. 

Kristen was one missed point away from a spanking and having to rub IcyHot all over her exposed vagina. To prevent that, she would have to score three straight points against Lucas who seemed to be on a roll. Kristen knew that if she could score the next point, Lucas would have to remove his own underwear. Then Kristen would see how good he was at playing table tennis with his dick flapping in the wind. To score that point, however, Kristen would have to get over her own unwelcome exposure.

Doing her best to ignore the pandemonium her striptease created, Kristen stepped back to the table tennis court and picked up her paddle. "I believe it's your serve," Kristen said to Lucas matter-of-factly.

"Alright then," Lucas responded with a smile staring unapologetically at Kristen's exposed pussy. "I believe this is game point."

"The games not over yet," Kristen returned. "Are you gonna serve or what?"

"Ok, then," Lucas said preparing to serve the ball. "You asked for it."

Lucas delivered a dangerous high toss serve at Kristen. She instantly retreated to position herself for a return attempt. With few options, Kristen lobbed the ball back toward Lucas hoping the ball would at least touch down in his court. It did hit in bounds—barely. After bouncing off the table, the ball sailed slowly back into the air as Lucas wound up confidently for his best kill shot. Lucas' return barely hit the front forehand side of Kristen's court, and despite hurling her naked body through the air, Kristen couldn't get her racket anywhere near the white ball.

"That's what I'm talking about," Lucas said holding both hands in the air as if he just scored the winning point in the World Cup.

After catching her balance, Kristen leaned forward clutching the table edge with both hands. Even though the odds were against her, Kristen never thought her tournament would come to this. She wasn't used to losing and certainly wasn't used to paying such a high price for losing.

"That's perfect, sis," Marie said in response to Kristen's stance. "Just hold right there." The younger sister picked up Kristen's paddle and extended it to Lucas. "It's time for Kristen's spanking."

"I'm gonna enjoy this," Lucas said making his way around the table pretending to chug along like a locomotive.

"Can I have a minute?" Kristen asked. "I just need a..."

"Sorry, sis," Marie returned pressing her hand against Kristen's crooked back. "You better brace yourself. Lucas'll give you ten smacks while I run and get the IcyHot."

Kristen knew there was no way to avoid what was next. She leaned forward resting her hands and elbows on the Ping Pong table. Kristen braced herself for the first blow, but nothing happened. She snuck a peak back at Lucas who was winding his arm hamming it up for the crowd. She closed her eyes and continued holding her breath; the wait was a punishment all to itself.

After what seemed like forever, Kristen looked back again at Lucas. Just as she made eye contact, Lucas swung his paddle with all his might. "Thwap."

"Oh," Kristen chirped.

Before Kristen could prepare herself, Lucas swung again. 

"Thwap." Kristen's left elbow slipped forward causing her body to fall flat onto the table.

"Smack...Smack...Smack," Lucas whacked three more times before Kristen could reposition her arm.

"What the..." Kristen pleaded as she stepped away from the table grabbing her ass. She could feel the blood rushing to her throbbing cheeks.

"You're not done, Kristen," Marie said. "Five more to go."

After a letting her ass cool off for a few seconds, Kristen returned to her position at the table. More than anything, she wanted this whole ordeal over with.

"Smack that ass," Heather said from the audience. 

"Make sure to get both cheeks," Crystal added as everyone cheered.

With each remaining swat, Kristen screamed in pain and the merciless crowd celebrated exuberantly.

After the final swat, Kristen jumped away from the table; she again paced back and forth rubbing her sore ass and high stepping around the room. Eventually, the pain subsided enough to where Kristen was able to take her place back at the green table. 

"Ok, then," Marie said to her older sister as Marie patted her hand on the table. "Crawl on up here, sis."

"I have to get up there?" Kristen protested. "Why can't I just stand somewhere? Maybe I can go upstairs or something?"

"No dice," Marie returned. "Now get your ass up here before we let Lucas have another ten smacks."

"Come on, Kristen," Lucas jabbed. "How bad can it be?"

"Shut the fuck up, Lucas," Kristen demanded.

"Don't be so snappy," Lucas chided. "You lost fair and square."

"She said shut the fuck up," Marie yelled pushing Lucas in the shoulder. "Get your own ass up there if you think it's so easy."

"Sorry," Lucas said. "My god."

"Seriously, though, Kristen," Marie said consolingly. "You need to get up on the table."

"This is bullshit, Marie," Kristen stated as she turned around and backed up to the table. "You know it's bullshit too."




Sisters and Table Tennis Ch. 03



Kristen hopped up on the table; she lay her head back on the green surface and let her calves hang over the edge. Marie pried Kristen's legs apart giving everyone in the room an intimate view of her pussy. Kristen stared at the fluorescent light directly above her. Gradually, the light blurred with the rest of the ceiling. The haze combined with her friends' loud discussions and the pain from her stinging ass all melded together into a morass of sensibility.

Just as Kristen zoned completely out, Marie's cold fingers jolted Kristen back to reality. Marie brushed two fingers gently through Kristen's pubic hair. Kristen originally feared it might be Lucas feeling her up. Rather, it was just her younger sister explaining to Lucas how to apply the IcyHot.

Marie stepped to the side of the table and leaned in toward her sister. Marie wiped several strands of sticky blond hair from Kristen's sweaty face. "OK, Kristen," Marie said. "This is going to sting. Actually, it's going to burn like hell. It's important that you don't get up and run. If you try to wash this off with water, it'll only burn more. After a few minutes, I'll clean it off with baby oil. Understand?"

Kristen rolled her head toward her younger sister. "Are you kidding me? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Sorry, sis," Marie said. "We can't hold up any longer. Just remember; stay here and let me clean you up. OK?"

"OK," Kristen scoffed. "I get it. Stay here on the table."

Marie looked at Lucas who had the specifically prescribed quantity of IcyHot on his fingers. "Do it," Marie demanded. "Go ahead."

Kristen lifted her head so she could watch Lucas stepping between her legs and moving his hands toward her pussy. She braced herself for what she assumed would be a burning sensation. Kristen couldn't tell what was taking Lucas so long. His hand was inches from her clit but he had yet to make any kind of contact. What was he waiting for?

"Do it already," Marie said. "Act like you've seen a pussy before, why don't you?"

Lucas looked at Marie briefly then pressed his fingers against Kristen's pussy lips.

The ointment felt cool at first. Kristen was almost relieved. Was this all there was to it?

"Good boy," Marie said to Lucas. "Now rub it all around."

Lucas rubbed the ointment all over Kristen's vagina and through her minimal blonde bush.

As Lucas stepped away, Kristen's pussy started burning a little. "Marie, it's burning."

"I know it is," Marie said again brushing her hands through Kristen's hair. "Hang in there just a little while."

Kristen looked down her stomach and at her pussy. It was turning red as the IcyHot continued burning her sensitive skin. It was getting worse and worse. Kristen worried she wouldn't be able to contain herself much longer.

"Wow," Lucas said from the group huddled around Kristen's spread legs. "It's really starting to burn. Isn't it?"

"That's gotta hurt," Lucas sister, Crystal added from behind him.

Like a sprung mousetrap, Kristen's body shot up over the table and collapsed in on itself. She waved her hands frantically over her lap hoping for any relief her pussy could get. "It burns," Kristen screamed. "It burns like fuck."

The room silenced itself in reaction to Kristen's pain. Most of the girls cringed with sympathy. The guys weren't sure how to react. 

Kristen's entire body started sweating profusely. "This burns. Marie, it burns really fucking bad." She pulled her knees up to her chest and rolled onto her side. 

"Hang in there, Kristen," Marie said to her sister. "It's almost over."

Kristen couldn't take the pain. She jumped off the table and stood with her legs spread wide. "Fuuuuck," she screamed waiving her hands over her pussy and blowing puffs of air toward her crotch. She looked around frantically then ran to the beer cooler; she yanked a cold can from the bottom of the container. Kristen dropped to the ground and spread her legs open like a mother about to give birth. She pressed the cold beer against her pussy lips. Kristen lay her head back against the floor writhing in pain. "It still burns," she yelled again.

"Over here, Kristen," Marie yelled to her sister motioning for Kristen to return to the table. "Come over here."

Kristen ignored her sister; she just lay on the floor holding the cold beverage over her burning vagina.

"That's not going to help," Marie said approaching her sister and extending a hand. "Come over to the table, and I'll help you."

Marie grabbed her sister's hand and helped Kristen to her feat. Marie drug Kristen over to the table and patted her hand on the green surface. Kristen, screaming frantically, jumped back on the table.

Marie helped her moaning sister lie back then pulled Kristen's hands from her pussy. The younger sister took out an oversized bottle of baby oil and poured it liberally on Kristen's snatch. Marie rubbed the oil into her sister's slit and all over Kristen's burning lips. Kristen rested her interlocked hands palms out over her forehead as the pain began to subside. After a few seconds of massaging her sister's pussy, Marie took a towel and dried her sister's crotch. Marie then shook some baby pounder over Kristen's vagina and rubbed it in gently.

"Let's give her some space, everyone," Marie said to the speechless group. "She needs a minutes before the final game."

"The next game?" Tom asked. "We're really playing another game."

"Of, course" Marie corrected Tom. "She has one game left. Then we're done."

Tom joined the group by the cooler. He wondered what happened to the beer Kristen had been rubbing all over herself. Was it back in the ice? Was someone drinking it?

Marie gave everyone a few minutes to gather their thoughts while Kristen lay naked on the table. Marie's older sister had assumed the fetal position and was clutching her pussy with both hands. Marie wondered if the IcyHot dare was too much. Marie rationalized that Kristen went too far the previous evening when Kristen made Marie run through River Festival completely naked. Besides, Marie knew everyone would love her plan for the next match. She figured Tom would especially enjoy the grand finale.

After another few minutes, Kristen rolled off the table and found her footing. She knelt on the floor with her head down. Kristen stared blankly at the carpet, still stunned from her painful and humiliating experience.

"Let's gather round," Marie said calling everyone back to the Ping Pong table. "It's time for game three."

Kristen shook her head trying to regain her wits. Her pussy still burned and her ass stung. She worried that she was in no shape to play another game of table tennis and worried even more about what type of forfeit Marie had lined up for the next loser. Even in her diminished state, Kristen was confident in her ability to beat most of their guests. There were a few, specifically Matt, Josh and Nicholas, Tom's table tennis buddies, Kristen thought might be able to beat her. She just hoped to pull an easier name from the basket.

"Time to choose our final player," Marie said to her sister extending the basket of folded papers. Kristen dutifully pulled a paper from the basket and unfolded it. Everyone could tell from Kristen's grin that she approved of her selection. 

"So," Marie asked her sister. "Who is it?"

"Jenny," Kristen said holding up the paper with a confident grin. "It's Jenny."

"Me?" Jenny questioned from the congregation. "No. It can't be."

"Oh my god," Jenny's friend Susan exclaimed. "Jenny, you have to go next."

Jenny was one of the few people in the room who didn't go to high school with Marie and Kristen. Jenny, and her friend Susan, knew Marie instead from the past year in community college. The night before was the first time Jenny and Susan met most of Marie's friends.

"Sure is your turn, Jenny," Marie said walking toward the skinny girl with curly blonde hair. 

Tom was one of just a few people in the room disappointed by the selection. Jenny was unquestionably the nicest of all his guests when he met her at the door that evening. Instead of taking advantage of his situation, Jenny treated him with respect and dignity. Tom would have preferred to see Susan, Jenny's bitch friend face Kristen in strip table tennis. If not Susan, Tom would have been OK with his ex-girlfriend, Heather, getting some comeuppance. But Jenny? It just didn't seem right.

Jenny took tiny steps forward willing herself to the table. Disbelief filled her face. She was anything but confident about her chances.

"Please," Jenny begged Marie. "Can't you pick someone else? I hardly ever picked up a paddle before last night. I don't stand a chance?"

"Sorry, Jenny," Marie answered as expected. "Once your name's chosen, it's final. There's nothing we can do about it now."

"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of you tonight," Susan joked.

"Susan, please," Jenny responded in a panic. "This is serious."

"Don't worry," Marie said putting her arm around Jenny and walking her to the table. "Worse case, you get to spend a little quality time with my friend Tom."

"Time with me?" Tom asked nervously.

"And it was going to be a surprise," Marie joked. "I guess the cat's out of the bag now. The loser of our last game gets to give you a super special handjob."

"Me?" Tom asked. "But I already..."

"That's right," Marie said. "Your fun is far from over, Tommy boy. I will promise you this, though. You're about to get the best handjob of your life. I guarantee you that." 

Marie handed Jenny her racket and motioned for the girls to take their places. "Are you both ready to play? It's our final game of the night. Better make it count."

"Hold on," Susan demanded stepping next to her friend at the table; she put her arm around Jenny in a show of solidarity. "You gave Lucas a chance to earn extra points if he stripped before the game. Why doesn't Jenny get that same option?" 

Jenny was shocked by her friend's request. "Susan...What? I can't do that."

"You can't beat Kristen," Susan responded matter-of-factly. "You're going to end up naked anyway."

"But Susan," Jenny whined.

"Actually, she has a good point," Marie said. "I did give Lucas and Kristen a chance to win some extra points."

"That's right," Susan demanded.

"But do you really think Jenny can beat my sister even with a couple extra points?" Marie asked.

Susan shrugged. "She'd have a much better chance with the points than without them."

"Tell you what," Marie said to Susan. "I do want to make our game as fair as possible. How about we let the two of you play Kristen together, as doubles?"

The group cheered at the idea of Susan and Jenny playing as a team. 

"Wait a minute," Kristen argued. "Two against one?"

"Come on, Kristen," Marie responded. "You know it's still a very fair game. You might even have the advantage."

"But, my name wasn't drawn," Susan protested pulling her arm from her best friend's shoulder.

"You don't have to play if you don't want to," Marie insisted. "I just thought you might want to give your friend here a better shot at keeping her clothes on."

"But then I...I...Then I would have to strip?" Susan asked.

"Come on," Marie responded. "You'll get the first two serves, and it'll be two against one. Kristen's playing naked for god's sake. She practically had her pussy burned off a few minutes ago. You really don't think that, between the two of you, you can score five points?"

"Come on, Susan," Jenny begged. "We can do this together. Then Kristen'll have to give Tom a handjob in front of us all."

"I'm sorry," Susan said. "I can't. I just can't."

"Come on, Susan," Jenny begged. "You can't make me do this alone."

"But I'm wearing a dress," Susan offered to her best friend. "I would be naked before you."

"Tell you what," Marie said. "Since your name wasn't chosen, I'll make you a deal. You don't have to take off any clothes unless you lose the game. If you lose the game, though, you have to strip naked and help Jenny give Tom a handjob."

"See," Jenny begged her friend. "You don't even have to strip unless we lose."

"I don't know," Susan said.

"This is bullshit," Kristen said to Susan. "You are so full of shit; aren't you? Even with all the odds stacked in your favor, you're not even willing to put yourself on the line for your friend. Why don't you just step away from the table and let us adults play our fucking game?"

"That's not fair," Susan returned. "I've always had Jenny's back, and I always will."

"Then step up and play some table tennis with her," Kristen demanded.

"Tell you what," Marie added to Susan. "You can take me up on my offer or you can leave our party right now. You even get to leave with all your clothes on."

"Fine," Susan replied angrily. "I'll do it. Whatever. Someone get me a fucking paddle."

"Tom," Marie said. "Get the lady a paddle."

As Tom retrieved a paddle, Susan tied her long black hair in a ponytail. Jenny took the extra time practicing her swing.

"Alright, then," Marie said once all the girls were ready to play. "Just to recap. Susan and Jenny will serve first. First one to five points wins, and the loser or losers get a spanking. After that, the loser or losers will give Tommy a handjob according to my direction."

"No way," Susan said to her teammate as Jenny tried to pick up the ball. "I'll serve for our team."

Jenny stepped to the side while Susan positioned herself for the opening serve. Kristen stood at the ready, legs spread wide making no attempt to conceal her naked body from the group.

Susan threw the ball up in the air and took a wild swing; the ball didn't even land on the table. It sailed instead across the basement and landed in the beer cooler.

"Fuck me," Kristen laughed. "Jenny might regret letting you join her team."

"That's one point for Kristen," Marie added. "I'm sorry, Jenny. We're going to need you to take something off."

Jenny stared like a deer caught in headlights. She couldn't believe what just happened. All she did was stand there while her best friend lost the game's first point. 

"Jenny," Marie added. "We need you to take something off right now."

"What?" Jenny said. "I mean oh...OK."

Still somewhat stunned, Jenny yanked her t-shirt out from her jeans and pulled it over her head. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white cotton bra. Despite being as skinny as she was, the bra exposed quite a bit of cleavage.

"Next serve," Marie said as Tom tried to hand Jenny the ball."

"I got this," Susan said in a huff, grabbing the ball from Tom.

Before anyone could respond to her grab, Susan threw the ball in the air and again sailed it across the room.

"Holy shit," Kristen said to her opponent. "Do you WANT to give Tom a handjob or something?"

"Susan," Jenny begged. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up," Susan snapped back. "This game's far from over."

"Whatever you say," Marie scoffed. "I'm sorry, Jenny, but need to take something else off."

Jenny quietly slipped off her tennis shoes. She then unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. The crowd cheered and laughed when they saw her underwear, white cotton bikini cut panties with the picture of a cat face over the crotch. Jenny smiled a little when she realized what everyone was laughing at. Otherwise, she just stood there nervously.

"OK, sis," Marie said. "It's your serve. Maybe we'll actually get a rally going."

Kristen grabbed the ball from Tom and surveyed her opponents, Susan in her sundress and Jenny in her bra and panties. Kristen knew she could win this game easily, but wasn't going to give them any window of a chance. She quickly tossed the ball and snapped a backspin spin serve right at Jenny who didn't even get a swing at the ball. Just like that, the game was three to zero.

"Jenny," Susan scolded. "If you're not going to try, you should just get out of the way and let me play."

"No arguing, ladies," Marie said. "There's still plenty of time for you to come back. Unfortunately for you, Jenny, I'm going to need your bra or those adorable panties."

Jenny looked around. Even though the audience was mostly strangers, she was visibly terrified about going through with this. The skinny blonde wasn't one to argue or to go back on her word, however. Holding one arm over her chest, she removed her bra and handed it to Marie. The crowd, of course, cheered another lost piece of clothing.

"Next serve," Marie said as Tom handed Kristen the ball.

Kristen knew exactly what her next play was going to be. Trying to keep her tits private, Jenny was playing with only one hand; Kristen was too much of a competitor to let such an advantage go to waste. Once again, Kristen drove a sharp spinning backhand serve at Jenny, and once again Jenny failed to connect her racket with the ball.

"Wow," Marie proclaimed. "We don't exactly have the best game ever going here; do we?"

Susan and Jenny wouldn't even look at each other.

"Jenny," Marie said compassionately.

"I know," Jenny said. She set her paddle on the table then leaned forward in hopes of keeping her pussy out of view then carefully removed her panties. As soon as the panties dropped, Jenny moved her free hand over her crotch and stood there awkwardly leaning forward with her legs crossed at the knees.

"Game point," Marie said as Tom extended the ball to Jenny. 

"I'll take that," Susan said grabbing the ball from Tom." Susan once again prepared to serve.

"Hold on," Marie said pointing at Jenny's paddle, still abandoned on the playing surface. "You can't just leave that on the table, Jenny. You have to pick it up."

Jenny stepped forward to the table and leaned her body toward the paddle. Without removing her arm from her chest, Jenny grabbed the padded and stood back up.

Susan gave her partner an evil look and prepared to serve the ball. Susan tossed the ball up and gingerly tapped it over the net toward Kristen. Kristen stepped back calmly and backhanded the ball over the net. The ball hit the table then bounced to the outside of Jenny. Susan tried to plow through her best friend to make contact with the ball, but it was no use. The slow-moving ball fell gently to the floor and ended the game.

The group cheered Kristen's final point of the evening as Susan started shaking her head wildly and pacing the room. "This isn't fair," Susan protested. "She wasn't even trying."

"I'm sorry, Susan," Marie added. "You made a deal. Now you need to live up to it."

Still wearing just his Jockeys, Lucas started chanting, "Take it off. Take it off." The rest of the group joined in. "Take it off. Take it off." Even Jessie, still doing her best to cover her large tits and pussy, made her way from the couch to join in the chant.

Susan knew what was expected of her; she grabbed the bottom of her sundress and cinched it up revealing a blue thong followed by a blue and white silk bra. The dress caught momentarily in her ponytail, but Susan managed to untangle it without much issue.

"Take it off," the chant continued. "Take it off."

Susan looked at her shy friend standing there with her back to the crowd covering her body in terror. Susan knew such modesty had no place in what was about to happen. After fixing her ponytail, Susan removed her bra then quickly proceeded to drop her panties. The group cheered. Susan made no attempt to conceal her naked body from the crowd, but she didn't acknowledge their applause either.

"Very nice, Ladies," Marie said while scooping up Susan's clothing. "Now, I'm afraid it's time for your paddling. Could you both lean over the table for us?"

Without argument, Susan moved immediately to the table. She leaned her arms against the surface preparing for her punishment. "Come on, Jenny," Susan said to her shy friend. We might as well get this over with. This is all your fault anyway."