here's some of what I've been able to save since deleting my account:
Vanessa combed her long black hair. She was in the bathroom of her mother's house. Today she had stopped by for a shower before work because the hot water was out at her own apartment. Wrapped in a towel from her shoulders to her calves, she looked at herself in the slightly fogged over mirror while she ran the comb through her shoulder length locks.
From outside she heard the loud high pitch phone ring. She ignored it and continued combing. Then it rang again.
"Clare, are you gonna get that?" She called out. There was no response except another ring. Sighing with annoyance she set down the comb, checked the wrap of her towel and then opened the bathroom door. Besides, the only people home were her sister and herself. So, with nothing on her damp skin but a towel she rushed through the house. The phone was not in it's cradle. She heard it ring. Outside? On her bare feet she rushed through the front door. Jake, her boyfriend was supposed to be calling, she hoped to catch it before it went to message.
She stood on the porch. She looked to her left. She looked to her right. Then, she heard the phone ring right behind her. She looked over her shoulder.
"Clare?" she asked. Her sister was standing behind her, holding the wireless phone. Vanessa was confused. Why had Clare not answered her? Why hadn't she answered the phone? The strangest thing to Vanessa was the smile on her sister's face. Why was she smiling in such a menacing manner?
Suddenly Clare lunged forward. Vanessa, startled, just stood in confusion. Clare grasped the corner of Vanessa's towel and yanked. Vanessa looked down in shock. She was naked! Her A cups stood up, moist and erect. Her white fleshed glimmered in the sunshine. She saw her smooth, clean shaven white crotch. She threw her hands over herself frantically.
"Clare!" she screamed. Her sister didn't respond. She was too busy laughing. Vanessa felt her face light up as terror and embarrassment welled up in her. She was naked! Outside! Anyone passing by could see her!
Desperately she lunged at her towel. Her sister laughed and easily whisked it away. Vanessa knew she couldn't get it. Her sister was always lazier but much bigger. Even when she didn't have the advantage of being the only one clothed she was still more then a physical match for her elder sister. Vanessa put her hands back over herself instead.
"Clare, please!" Vanessa couldn't believe she was being forced to beg for her towel back from her younger sister. "Before someone sees me!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that!" Claire said between giggles. "A few people already have!" She gestured to her side. Her cell phone was propped up, obviously recording Vanessa's exposure.
"CLAIRE!" She screamed. Why was her little sister doing this to her?
"Oh come on sis!" Claire cackled. "who cares about seeing you! There's nothing going on there at all!"
Vanessa felt her face grow hotter at her sister's remarks. She darted a quick glance downwards. Her sister was right. Her hand squished her A cups even flatter, making her look like a preteen. She had that small belly that no amount of situps would ever get rid of. Her boyfriend had said it was "cute", which made Vanessa hate it even more. She had thin legs on wide hips, she had to push her legs together to make her thighs touch. She had shaved her crotch bare three days ago, it felt smooth under her hand.
Vanessa looked much younger then she was. She knew that, and hated it. Her sister was four years her junior looked older then her, and had a habit of rubbing it in. Clare had bigger breasts and was taller and curvier. The most curvy part of Vanessa's body was her butt, which she hated. Like her belly no amount of exercise put a dent into her heart shaped derriere.
Vanessa hadn't been naked in front of anyone since she was a kid. She was embarrassed by her body, especially her small breasts, and wore a padded bra every day. Now here she was, in her mother's front yard, naked as the day she was born. Her stomach felt tight, her cheeks bright red, her knees shaking. She looked to her sister who had a shark like grin plastered on her face.
What would her sister do next? Vanessa wondered helplessly.
s Vanessa stood in shock, cupping her naked flesh Clare picked up her phone and walked into the house. Vanessa couldn't bring herself to even react as her sister slammed the door. Only once it was closed did Vanessa take stock of the situation. She was naked on the porch! She ran to the door, still covering herself as best she could.
It was locked of course. In frustration Vanessa pulled on the knob with both hands, small breasts swinging wildly.
"Don't bother sis." Vanessa heard Clare's voice. She looked to the window. Clare was standing in the house, holding her obviously recording phone. Realizing she was being recorded still Vanessa threw her hands back over herself.
"Clare, let me in!" Vanessa demanded.
"I don't think so." Clare laughed. "This is too much fun!"
"But I'm Naaaked..." Vanessa whined. When she was distressed her voice would go up an octave, making her sound like a whiny girl.
"Oh, I know" Clare laughed again. "Tell you what: I'll let you in if you do something for me."
Clare didn't like the sound of that. But what choice did she have? She looked around. The yard was small, nothing really to hide behind. The waist height picket fence didn't hide anything. She could see the neighbor's houses on each side, and The street was directly in front of her. It was early but at any moment someone would drive by and see everything! She had to get inside.
"I...I'll do whatever you want..."
Though she recognized the voice, Vanessa knew she had to turn around to check. She craned her neck over one shoulder, trying desperately to keep her front hidden from the person behind her. She saw Jason, her boyfriend, frozen in mid step. His eyes wide he was staring at Vanessa's exposed butt. She marveled at her white orbs, much fuller then he'd ever imagined. Vanessa, seeing his eyes on her pear shaped cheeks turned around, pressing her butt against the wall of the house.
Jason had never seen Vanessa naked. Not by his own choice, but due to Vanessa's strictness. She refused his advances, never going farther then making out with him. Any time he tried to grab her chest or reach for the button on her jeans she'd slap his hands away. Jason respected her wishes and stopped pushing for a more physical relationship. At the same time Vanessa knew he was becoming incredibly frustrated. Secretly Vanessa loved his frustration. She liked taunting and teasing him while never allowing him to see her naked body. She reveled in the control this gave her over him.
Vanessa didn't feel in control now though. She stood before Jason naked as the day she was born. All she had to cover herself was her small dainty hands. She felt his eyes over her body and squirmed in place. Jason stared at her chest, covered only by her arm. He had never seen her without a bra on, not knowing that her breasts were mostly a thick layer of padding in her bra. He now could see the edges of her small mounds, squished even smaller under her hand. He desperately wished her hands would fall away and he could see everything.
"Vanessa?" He finally spoke, coming to his senses a bit and realizing he had just been staring for almost a full minute. "What's going on?" He felt himself getting excited. Maybe she'd decided to finally let him see her body and was doing it in a surprisingly exhibitionist manner.
"Jason, you've got to help me!" Vanessa spoke desperately. "My little sister stole my towel and locked me out here naked!"
Damn, Jason thought. This wasn't a surprise for his benefit. Of course Vanessa wouldn't be naked outdoors by choice. She wasn't that type. He'd just let himself get excited.
"Jason!" Vanessa said, embarrassed as her voice involuntarily cracked into a high pitched whine. "Stop staring and help me!" She felt so exposed and helpless. She had never let him seen her nude because of her shy nature and inner shame about her small breasts and large ass. Now he was getting to enjoy those sights while she was completely helpless to do anything about it!
"Oh, Sorry." Jason realized how embarrassed Vanessa was. Despite how much he was enjoying this he couldn't just stare at his girlfriend like this. He looked away, putting a hand between his eyes and her body. Vanessa, still shaking with embarrassment was grateful she wasn't being blatantly stared at.
"So, why are you outside?" He asked. "And, uh... naked?"
"I just told you, Clare stole my towel! Now she's inside and she locked the door!" Vanessa said in exasperation.
"Oh, right." Jason, keeping his eyes towards the ground walked onto the porch. He passed Vanessa, getting a quick glance of her white, thin legs and dainty bare feet before she bounded farther away. He banged on the front door.
"Clare, come on, let us in!" He yelled. "This is fucked up, your own sisters stuck out here naked!"
Inside Clare was watching everything through the blinds. She had the camera set up and recording and was enjoying the show. She had no intention of letting anyone in, she was enjoying her sister's humiliation way too much. She covered her mouth so they wouldn't hear her laughter and went right on recording.
Jason banged on the door some more, then gave up.
"I don't think she's letting us in." He said, trying not to look at his naked girlfriend.
"What are you gonna do then?!" Vanessa demanded.
Me? Jason thought? Why do I have to figure this out now?
He kept this thoughts to himself however. Instead of expressing his growing annoyance with the situation he slipped his shirt off and handed it to Vanessa.
"Here, put this on for now." He said. Vanessa didn't have to be told twice. With shaking, clumsy hands she pulled the shirt over her head. While her face was momentarily covered Jason risked a glance. With both hands over her head he got to see everything. He saw her pink, erect nipples on her pale, small and perk orbs. Below her saw her hips leading down to her vagina. To his surprise it was clean shaven, allowing him to see her pink lips. She got the shirt over her head, making him turn away again before she noticed.
Vanessa's gratitude for the shirt was short lived. It barely went past her navel, forcing her to pull it down. She could feel the cool air on the lower half of her butt, knowing that it hung below the shirt. She saw the her nipples, which for some reason were more erect then she ever could recall them being before, were stretching the fabric of the shirt, plainly visible.
"Jason, this isn't enough!" She whined, tugging the shirt below her crotch. "I'm stil half naked! I need my own clothes!"
"Alright, alright!" He said. He had just given her the shirt off his back yet here she was, still yelling at him. "I'll give you a ride to your house. You can get dressed there."
"A ride.. like this?" She looked down, her bare legs and feet fully visible, her butt hanging out and nipples protruding.
"Well, you'll be hidden in the car." He responded. "And your house isn't too far away, I don't think anyone will see you. Besides, better then staying here right?"
THough she hated the idea of being in a car half naked, Vanessa realized he was right. Jason walked to his small Subaru, Vanessa waddling behind, hands shoved between her thighs. He entered through the drivers side and unlocked the passenger door. Vanessa carefully sat, keeping the shirt pulled down as well as she could. She shivered as her bare butt squished against the cool leather.
"Alright." Jason said. "Let's go."
Vanessa squirmed in her seat as they pulled out of the driveway. She watched through the rearview mirror as her mother's house drifted farther and farther away. She visualized her clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor, knowing that every second they were getting farther and farther from them. Not that she was naked anymore. Well, not exactly naked. Jake had given her his shirt. And, sitting in the car seat it managed to cover everything. She held it down over her crotch with both hands, her bare butt concealed by the seat.
Despite this, Vanessa still felt totally exposed. Her bare legs shown like milk white beacons. The sides of her butt pressed out to each side of her hips. She hated the way that looked as she stared down: the fact that her butt was so plump that when she sat naked it expanded around her. Normally her jeans would contain it, but nude it was free to bulge out naturally.
Vanessa even hated her feet. Nothing specific, she just didn't like them. She always wore closed toe shoes to hide them. Now there they were, barely reaching the floor of the car.
Jason tried to watch the road. It was painfully difficult to keep his eyes forward though. After all he'd spent the last year fantasizing about those bare legs right next to him. He shot a glance over. Vanessa was tugging her shirt down, squirming in place. Though her most private areas were hidden seeing her bare legs was more then he'd witnessed in the whole time he'd been with her. He took in as much of her white flesh as he could before looking up again.
It wasn't a long drive to Vanessa's house. For Vanessa though it dragged on and on. Every time they passed a car she crouched lower in a seat, worried they'd somehow see her and know she was bottomless. The cold clammy leather seat wouldn't let her forget how bare her butt was.
Finally they arrived. Jason pulled up Vanessa's driveway. Her house was a small back unit of her landlord's home. They both looked around. The landlord's car was gone and there was no sign of activity. Luckily her house was farther from the street then her mother's place with a wall that hid it pretty well.
Jason stepped out of the car. Vanessa reluctantly followed. She put her bare feet on the gravel, never rising above a half crotch. She held her shirt down, one hand in the front one hand in the back. Still, most of her butt hung plainly visible. Vanessa stayed behind Jason as they walked to her door, Vanessa tip toing on her sensitive feet.
"It's locked." Jason said after jiggling the knob.
"Oh noooo...." Vanessa whined. She instantly recalled that her key was in the pocket of her jeans, all the way over at her mom's house. "Jason, do something..." She normally hated to ask for help with anything. She appreciated the independence her adult life gave her. But, now with the reduced stature of being half naked, she was helpless, reliant on others. Like a little girl. She hated the feeling.
"Hey, no big deal" Jason assured his whining girlfriend. "Look, you left your kitchen window half open." He gestured to the window. It was about four feet off the ground, open about eight inches. Jason walked to it, Vanessa wobbling behind, the soles of her sensitive feet feeling every pebble she stepped upon.
Jason tried to crawl in the window. He shoved his head through the opening easily, but his shoulders prevented him from getting any farther.
"What's wrong?" Vanessa asked urgently.
"I don't fit." Jason said, withdrawing his head.
"Are you sure?" Vanessa asked.
"Positive. My chest is too wide. But maybe with your smaller..." He looked down at Vanessa's small mounds showing through his shirt. Vanessa saw this and flushed, scrunching forward to try to conceal herself.
"I mean, you're a lot thinner then me. Maybe you can fit." Vanessa took the remark as a slight against her small breasts, butt she couldn't really argue. She crept over to the window. At four feet it came up to about mid chest on her. It looked like she could just fit through it. Vanessa started to put her head through when she realized that, to climb through this window she was going to have to use both hands. That meant she wouldn't be able to hide anything. Even worse, She'd have to be fully bent over, allowing a plain view of her full butt to the world.
"Jason, look away." She commanded. Jason already had his eyes adverted (though he was stealing glances all he could) but obeyed and turned fully around. Vanessa placed her hands on the window sill. She looked around, ensuring that no one was present. Taking a deep breath she pushed herself into the window. She fit her head through easily. Next her shoulders. Now her feet were a few inches off the ground. Kicking her feet she got half of her chest through. but, right past her breasts she suddenly felt her body jam into place. In panic she began to struggle. She was stuck! With a whine she wiggled violently.
Meanwhile Jason peaked over his shoulder. He was greeted with the sight of Vanessa's bare legs kicking, her butt violently vibrating. He watched in amazement. He'd stared at that butt through her jeans 1000 times. Now getting to watch it uncovered, shaking in the air was a dream come true. He heard Vanessa grunting and whimpering.
"Is something wrong?" He asked.
"I... I'm stuck!" She admitted reluctantly.
"What should I do?" He asked.
"Pull me out! Before someone sees!" She said. "Just don't look!"
A little too late for that, Jason thought. He walked behind her.He was treated to an amazing view of her butt, bare as could be. Vanessa was trying to keep her thighs pressed tight but he could still catch a glimpse of lips between her legs. He stood, absorbing the view for a moment. Then he put a hand around each of her naked hips.
Vanessa suppressed a squeal. She hadn't had hands on her bare body like this ever before. She felt her face flush bright red, knowing how much was visible to Jason. He Began to tug...
Chapter 5: Jason decides he likes Clares game and wants to... * (ID #1354523)
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"Stop staring?" He asked. "Why should I stop staring? This is the first time I've ever gotten to see you naked, I want to get a good look."
"No!" Vanessa commanded. "This isn't what I want!"
"Who cares?" He said flippantly. "It's always about what you want. My needs are never met. Well, maybe your sister had the right idea, maybe this will loosen you up."
"But I'm naked!" Vanessa said, angrily stamping her foot. Jason smiled. Vanessa always did that when she was angry, it made her look like a bratty little girl. Normally it meant "my way or the highway" but right now it just meant "I'm a helpless and spoiled princess". Jason felt like he deserved to have his fun here.
"I know you're naked, and it's sooo cute!" He said, mocking her indignation. Vanessa was shocked. Cute?! No girl wanted to hear they were "cute" when they were nude. Sexy, hot, but not cute. Little girl's in tutus were cute! She had never seen this side of Jason before. Normally he was submissive, completely under her thumb. Vanessa hated that she'd lost all her authority over her boyfriend, it made her feel more helpless then before. And, before being standing nude on her porch, that was pretty helpless! She huffed in frustration.
"Besides, you better keep you're voice down." Jason warned. "You don't want to wake the neighbors, do you?" Vanessa realized he was right. Someone could hear their arguing and look over at any second. She shuddered at the thought, making sure she was covering what little she could.
"Jason" She whispered, trying to gain his sympathy. "I'm begging you! I can't be seen like this, I'll be ruined!"
"Well, if that's the case..." Jason smiled, rubbing his chin. "Then you won't mind doing something for me in return for my help..."
*Chapter 6: "Show me your sexiest dance moves!" * (ID #1359700)
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"What?!" Vanessa shrieked in a hoarse whisper. I'm not going to dance!"
"Why not?" Jason asked calmly.
"Why not?!" Vanessa said indignantly. She couldn't believe what an idiot he was being! "I won't dance because I never dance, let alone naked on the street!"
Vanessa never danced in public. She felt awkward, like all eyes were on her. Even at Prom she couldn't bring herself to dance at all, much to Jason's annoyance. But Vanessa had a secret. She actually loved to dance. When she was alone in her house she'd put on pop music she always pretended to hate and try to mimic the moves of Gaga, Madonna and Beyonce. She would cut loose and act the way she never could in front of others: Shaking her ass, doing high kicks and posing sexily in the mirror.
But that was in the safety and privacy of her own home. No one had ever seen her. She certainly couldn't cut loose like that here, with her boyfriend staring, while she was fully nude! Plus anyone who walked by would see her too, and her sister was still doubtlessly watching from inside, and possibly still filming her!
"It's fine" Jason said. "If you don't want to dance I'll leave, and I doubt you're sister will let you in, and someone's bound to see you. But, if you dance for me, you're boyfriend, you're much more likely to get out of this without being seen by a bunch of neighbors. It's you're call."
Vanessa bit her lip and hung her head. He had her and she knew it. She needed him to get out of this, and had to do what he said.
"And you promise to give me something to wear as soon as this is done?" She asked suspiciously.
"I promise." He replied. "But, you've got to dance for a whole song's length. And I mean really dance, show me you're best moves."
Vanessa looked up and down the street. It was still deserted, but she was running out of time. Odds were ever increasing that she'd be seen. She had to do this, and fast.
"Fine." She said, bright red. "I'll do it."
"Awesome!" Jason said excitedly. He walked by Vanessa and banged on the door to her mother's house.
"Hey Clare, you hear all that?" Jason said, figuring Vanessa's sister was watching the whole thing.
"Yup!" Clare said from inside. She was doing more then watching, she had her camera set up and was filming through the blinds. She was glad Jason was helping her do this, she would have never been able to talk her sister into doing something this humiliating!
"Well put on a good dance song, and turn it way up!" Jason said.
Clare ran to the stereo, excitedly going through her cd stack until she decided on "Bad Romance" by lady gaga. She through it on, turning the volume up to full and maxing out the bass.
When the music started Vanessa flinched. It was so loud!
"Stop!" She cried. "It's too loud, people will hear!
"Then you better get dancing, before the neighbors come!" Jason laughed. "And remember, it's gotta be sexy or you don't get anything!"
Vanessa, terrified, embarrassed and ashamed all at once, began to dance...
**Chapter 7: She can't bring herself to dance to Jason&#... * (ID #1440768)
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Vanessa tried to bring herself to dance. She tried to command her limbs to limberly move to the rhythm of the music. But, she could not do it. Her shame overwhelmed her to greatly. She kept her hands over herself, barely moving.
"Come on, Dance!" Jason commanded. Shaken, Vanessa moved more. She began rocking back and forth. She moved from side to side, feeling absurd. She couldn't dance naked! She could feel her buttocks sway from side to side as she moved. As she looked down she could see her thighs jiggle and tense as she altered her stance
"Come on, show me something sexy!" Jason said. Vanessa had never been sexy on command. She knew the song would end soon, and if Jason wasn't happy she'd get nothing. So, she began to dance more fully. But, her movements were comically awkward. She tried to shake her hips but it came out like a violent spasm. She tried to look like a sexy woman in a music video but came across more like a shy girl in a talent show. She cupped her body the whole time, though she was showing 99 percent of her flesh showed.
In the house her sister laughed loudly. She was watching her sister's embarrassing failed nude dance from behind. She was of course filming the whole thing, unknown to Vanessa. She giggled at the sight of her older sister's bare as shaking around like a bag of jello, totally uncovered. Well, her uptight sister wouldn't be so high and mighty now!
Finally after an eternity for Vanessa, the song ended. Vanessa stopped moving, unable to look at Jason. She knew she hadn't been sexy enough. Now, besides being embarrassed and naked, she also felt inadequate. She was unable to arouse her boyfriend, even naked! She felt like a fool and a spaz, like an unattractive girl.
"Well.. that was terrible." Jason said. "You look sexier standing like that then you did shaking around like an ape. Well, we'll have to do something for this failure...."
Chapter 2: Clare brings Vanessa into the house but still w... * (ID #1263806)
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To Vanessa's surprise Clare opened the door to the house and gestured for Vanessa to enter. Vanessa ran in, grateful to be indoors, but painfully aware how much her butt shook when she ran past. Inside Vanessa gulped for air, trying to steady herself. Her sister followed shortly behind, carrying her camera phone and the towel.
Still fully nude, Vanessa waddled towards her room as fast as she could while still preserving her modesty.
"Where are you going?" Clare asked.
"Getting dressed you brat!" Vanessa yelled back.
"I wouldn't do that. That is, unless you want me to post this video online!"
Vanessa stopped in her tracks. She felt her stomach tighten. Did Clare mean it? How could her own sister do something so terrible?!
"Clare please..." Vanessa turned around to plead with her sister. She hated begging, but Clare had all the cards.
"Unless you want this video online you're going to come sit on the couch right now!" Clare cut her off. It took all Vanessa's willpower to drag herself back to the living room. She desperately wanted to bolt into her room, put on underwear, one of her padded bras. Instead she sat uncomfortably, her naked butt sticking to the leather couch. She clenched her knees together as tightly as she could, one hand over her crotch, the other forearm over her nipples.
"That's better." Clare said, sitting opposite Vanessa. "I'm tired of you always bossing me around! Just because you have a job and your own house you think you're an adult! Well, right now you don't look like much of an adult! In fact, if i didn't know any better I'd think you were a little girl!"
"SHUT UP!" Vanessa yelled. To her greater embarrassment her voice cracked when she yelled, coming out as a high pitch squeal. Clare just laughed.
"Hey, it's not my fault you never hit puberty. I'm gonna show you, once and for all, that you have no authority over me. I'm in charge, your the helpless naked girl who has to do what I say." Clare rose from her seat. "Now, what to do with you first..."
**Chapter 2: Clare locks Vanessa in the yard naked * (ID #1263768)
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As Vanessa stood in shock, cupping her naked flesh Clare picked up her phone and walked into the house. Vanessa couldn't bring herself to even react as her sister slammed the door. Only once it was closed did Vanessa take stock of the situation. She was naked on the porch! She ran to the door, still covering herself as best she could.
It was locked of course. In frustration Vanessa pulled on the knob with both hands, small breasts swinging wildly.
"Don't bother sis." Vanessa heard Clare's voice. She looked to the window. Clare was standing in the house, holding her obviously recording phone. Realizing she was being recorded still Vanessa threw her hands back over herself.
"Clare, let me in!" Vanessa demanded.
"I don't think so." Clare laughed. "This is too much fun!"
"But I'm Naaaked..." Vanessa whined. When she was distressed her voice would go up an octave, making her sound like a whiny girl.
"Oh, I know" Clare laughed again. "Tell you what: I'll let you in if you do something for me."
Clare didn't like the sound of that. But what choice did she have? She looked around. The yard was small, nothing really to hide behind. The waist height picket fence didn't hide anything. She could see the neighbor's houses on each side, and The street was directly in front of her. It was early but at any moment someone would drive by and see everything! She had to get inside.
"I...I'll do whatever you want..."
Chapter 3: Clare makes Vanessa play in the sandbox in the ... * (ID #1270407)
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"Whatever I want you say?"
An evil grin came accross Clare's face as she thought of what to make her tiny tittied big sister do. She looked over to the sandbox in the corner of the yard. It had been there for years, since the girls were only young. They'd play in it making sandcastles all day and digging holes until dinner time.
"Well, since you said anything, go and play in the sandbox. I want to see lots of digging and no covering that bare body of yours. Theres nothing to hide anyways sis!"
With that Clare slammed the door in Vanessa's face leaving her shocked and terrified. She couldn't go out into the yard and simply play in the sandbox, she was bare assed nude! The whole damn street would be able to see her in all her marvellous glory. Of course it was quite early but soon people would be going about thier days and she would be spotted for sure with the short white picket fence and some measly shrubs her only cover.
On the verge of tears and shear panic, Vanessa trudged over to the sandbox knowing that Clare was serious and there would be no use trying to convince her to let her in otherwise. She sat down indian style with her feet resting under her butt, still holding one arm over her nipples she began to dig about mindlessly with the other arm.
"Hey! I wanna' see digging! Otherwise I'll leave you out here longer! That mean both hands for digging missy! No need to cover when your having fun in the sandbox anyways."
Clare shouted as she hung her head from an open window in the living room, enjoying the view on Vanessa's bare bum cheeks resting in the sand. Vanessa was now shaking with embarrassment, blackmailed into this humiliating situation by her younger sister. Now without the right to cover her bare chest she had to dig about whilst in her birthday suit in the front yard.
Vanessa blocked out her surroundings and began to make a very simple castle and water moat. Getting quite involved she started moving around alot to maximize her abillities to complete the castle, her nudity was soon forgotten, little did she know her sister was filming the whole play session from the house, capturing how focused Vanessa now was and just acting perfectly normal. But she wouldn't be so carefree if she only knew who was about to come down the street and spot her in the buff!
**Chapter 4: Mrs Adams, her neighbor who doesnt recognize her * (ID #1272023)
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"Well, I'll be!" Vanessa heard a voice behind her and froze. What was she doing? She had gotten distracted and comfortable enough that she hadn't been paying any attention. Now someone was right behind her and she was naked, not covering anything.
"A naked girl playing in the sandbox!" The voice laughed. Vanessa threw her hands over her shoulders, crossing her arms over her breasts. She leaned forward, curling almost into a ball, trying to hide her front as much as possible. She knew her butt was exposed, sitting on her bare feet, to whoever was behind her.
Vanessa darted a glance over her shoulder. She saw Mrs. Adams, her mother's neighbor. Mrs. Adams was an old, curly haired bespectacled woman. Vanessa had known her since she was a little girl. Mrs. Adams was leaning over the fence, watering can in hand, looking straight at Vanessa's bare back. Vanessa looked away, using her hair to cover her face. Mrs. Adams was nearing senility and practically blind. Vanessa hoped she wouldn't' see her face.
"No need to be shy" Mrs. Adams said in a kindly voice. "Are you being baby sat by one of the young ladies here?" She asked. Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. Vanessa and Clare had both baby sat for extra money when they were younger. Mrs. Adams had assumed that a naked girl in the yard was one such girl. While she was still looking at Vanessa's naked body, Vanessa was relieved that she hadn't been recognized.
Then Vanessa realized something else. Mrs. Adams, upon seeing her naked in a sandbox, assumed Vanessa was so young she needed a baby sitter! Vanessa felt her shame return, greater then before. Mrs. Adams may be nearsighted, but it was still humiliating to have her nude body mistaken for that of a much younger girls!
Clare, watching from the window, saw this whole interaction. She walked out the front door, waving to get Mrs. Adams attention.
"Hey Mrs. Adams! I see you've met little..." Clare thought for a moment. "...Susie. I'm watching her for the day."
Vanessa was confused. Why was Clare playing along with Mrs. Adam's assumption? If her younger sister was really trying to embarrass her it would be worse if she revealed that it was actually a 20 year old adult who was naked playing in the sand.
"Oh, I see." Mrs. Adams replied. She turned to Vanessa. "Well hello Susie!" Vanessa didn't respond, afraid her voice would give away her real identity.
"Don't worry, she's just shy." Clare responded for Vanessa.
"And why is she naked?" Mrs. Adams asked, finally addressing the obvious. Vanessa, the center of this conversation flushed red at the mention of her own nudity.
"Oh, she wanted to play in the sand but i didn't want her getting her nice clothes dirty." Clare replied, applauding her own quick thinking.
"Oh, I see. Well, do you think she'd want some cookies and fresh squeezed lemonade?" Mrs. Adams asked.
"That would be wonderful." Clare said. She had walked across the yard and now stood next to Vanessa, who still sat motionless in the sand holding her chest. "Susie" Clare said to Vanessa. To Vanessa's surprise Clare grasped her bicep and pulled her to her feet. Vanessa kept her free hand crossed over her chest as she stumbled to her feet, sand falling from her crotch and butt
"Susie, go join Mrs. Adam's next door and have a snack." Clare commanded. Vanessa, still desperately trying to keep her genitals hidden, turned to her sister in shock.
"Are you crazy?" Vanessa leaned in and whispered to Clare. "I'm not going to her house."
"Oh, I think you are" Clare whispered back. "Unless you want a video of you naked playing in a sandbox posted all over the internet!"
Vanessa froze. She was trapped, she realized. She had to do whatever her sister said. With the loss of her clothes Vanessa realized she had lost all control and authority. She was under her sister's control entirely. She felt helpless, standing nude, crossing her limbs over herself, trembling uncontrollably. She looked to her sister. It was obvious from her expression that she wasn't going to budge. Then she looked to Mrs. Adams, who was smiling, oblivious to the tension between the sisters.
"Come along dear." The clueless old lady. Vanessa started to walk towards the gate in the fence of her mother's yard. She had to around the sidewalk to Mrs. Adam's yard. Steeling herself, one hand between her thighs, one crossed over her chest, She looked down the street. It was empty in both directions, but who knew for how long? Vanessa took a deep breath and ran. It was only a few yards between the two yards, but for Vanessa the short jog took forever. She went as fast as she could with her hands over herself. She felt her butt shake as she ran, and felt the absence of movement from her chest. She stumbled into Mrs. Adam's walkway on shaky legs.
Mrs. Adams patted Vanessa on the back as Vanessa neared her. The touch to her bare shoulder caused Vanessa to flinch away. Together they walked towards the front door. Vanessa, hunched over, arms on her body, wished the old lady would walk a little faster so they could get indoors sooner. Mrs. Adams looked at Vanessa, increasing the girls blush.
"No need to be so shy" Mrs. Adams said in a sweet tone. "I have grandchildren, I've seen plenty of naked little girls." While she was trying to reassure and comfort Vanessa, but her words actually filled Vanessa with shame. Vanessa couldn't believe that someone seeing her naked would actually think she was a little girl! Clare had mocked her body, but this sweet old lady was actually believed she was that much younger! Vanessa tried to reassure herself that Mrs. Adams was practically blind. Vanessa knew her face looked fairly mature, though her faint freckles and large eyes might make her look young. But as she looked down at her own body, she was beginning to see it more and more youthful. Her small breasts, little belly, and thin legs. True, she wasn't that short, but her skinny limbs and small amount of baby fat made her look like a gangly pre puberty girl.
They reached the doorway. Mrs. Adams opened the door. Vanessa hurried in, eager to get out of sight. Little did she know what awaited her in the house...
Chapter 5: Mrs. Adam's grandson Tim is there * (ID #1284456)
****an addition by: Aftertherfall *More by this author
As Vanessa hurried inside, gratefull to be away from many potential gawkers out on the street, she realised she hadn't been inside Mrs. Adam's house since she was much younger. Without knowing where to go or what to do, Vanessa simply stood in the main hallway covering her privates very carefully waiting for Mrs. Adams to enter after putting away her watering can. The place hadn't changed a bit and Vanessa felt a great deal of shame to be in this house without a stitch of clothing, yet she knew the consequences were far worse if she didn't go along with it. Having a video of her playing bare naked in a sandbox circulate on the internet was far more worse than she could bear.
As Mrs. Adams walked in Vanessa stood facing her. "Um, could I have some of that lemonade please? Then I'll be on my way."
Mrs. Adams looked at Vanessa in a shocked manner.
"Of course Susie dear, but I don't think that little nude bottom will be leaving here alone, you seem too young to be running off by yourself. Now run along to the living room, the tv is on. Sit down in there and i'll fix you your lemonade and some sandwiches, Im sure you've worked up quite an appetite playing in that sandbox all morning."
Mrs. Adams let out a hearty laugh as she smacked Vannessa's bare butt and walked around a corner towards the kitchen. Vanessa was now beet red as she walked into the old living room. The tv was blearing and cartoons were playing. Not knowing what else to do, she plonked her bare buns on the carpet right in front of the tv set. She sat cross legged and crossed her arms over her chest. She could feel her perky nipples poke her palms as a cold sweat covered her, one drop made its way down her ass crack reminding her that from the back her plum rear end and bare pale back was exposed to whomever wandered into the living room.
Vanessa looked around the dated room, the furnishings were old and a musky odur filled the room. Vanessa's sitting position soon became unbearable, she hadn't sat this way in years and her knees were killing her. Soon an old road runner cartoon came on the tv that she used to love to watch as a kid and found herself engrossed in watching, forgetting Mrs. Adams for the moment she layed down on her stomach with her hands holding up her head for support. Giggling at the cartoon Vanessa's legs were soon kicking back and forth as Mrs. Adams returned with a pot of lemonade on a plate with two glasses. "Ah I see you've made yourself at home dear, go ahead Tim join Susie and i'll fix lunch for you two."
Vanessa was too shocked to move, out of shear dread and embarrassment at having been seen as a nude child watching cartoons, she lay on her front with her head lowered and her hair covering her face, a boy was seeing her nude back! but if she gets up to eat he'll see alot more.
**Chapter 6: Refuse to eat * (ID #1301529)
****an addition by: splotch *More by this author
Vanessa didn't look up, but she could feel that Tim was in the room. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, that way it always does when there's a presence behind you. She kept her face down, her hair hiding it on each side. She couldn't let Tim know who she was! She had baby sat him for years. THe idea of him getting to see her bare butt, knowing that she was the older girl next door was too horrible for her to allow. She hoped that He would just assume she was a girl close to his own age. After all, who would think that a 20 year old girl would be laying naked on her stomach watching cartoons? She counted on his assumptions to conceal her identity.
Unfortunately for Vanessa, Tim was not the unassuming child she thought him to be. At 12 years old he was very mature. As with most kids who developed quickly, Tim hated the condescending attitude of people older then him. He hated being talked down to, treated like a infant. Which was why he'd always hated his neighbor Vanessa. He'd had many different baby sitters growing up, but she was the worse by far. She treated him like a baby, ignoring every word he spoke, punishing him swiftly without listening to what he said. She'd take his video games, force him to play mind numbingly childish games, and once when he was 11 even threatened to spank him if he didn't do what he was told. He blushed at the thought of being spanked by a girl who wasn't even a family member!
He knew the instant he entered the living room it was Vanessa. He'd stared at that bubble butt his whole life. That was the only benefit of having Vanessa baby sit him was getting to watch her backside jiggle around through early adolescence. Whenever he'd go to his grandmother's he was entranced. He'd watch her through the window, see that glorious backside waver in her jeans. Now he was getting to see it, bare as the day she was born. It looked exactly like he'd always imagined, round and perfect.
He leaned back, putting his eyes parallel with her legs. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of her most private area, but Vanessa had slammed her thighs together as tight as a safe. Still, this was more then he'd ever imagined. For a moment, he considered speaking. Then he decided better of it. Whatever was going on, he'd probably be allowed to watch longer he kept silent. So he silently marveled at her round, pale orbs. For a second the visual of giving Vanessa a bare bottom spanking came into his mind. Tim smiled at the thought.
Vanessa, still obliviously thinking that Tim had no idea who she was, refused to look up. She wasn't going to allow any more of herself to be exposed. That's what she wanted at least. But, the situation was already so out of her hands that all Vanessa could do was lay smooshing her naked front on the carpet and concealing her face with her hair.
"Tim, Vanessa, sandwiches are ready!" Mrs. Adams called from the kitchen. Neither Tim nor Vanessa moved. Vanessa winced at her name being called. Hopefully that little brat Tim hadn't caught it!
"Come on you two, come get some lunch!" Mrs. Adams said. She entered the living room and saw Vanessa still laying on the floor.
"Vanessa, come eat!" Mrs. Adams said.
"No thanks!" Vanessa responded. "Uh... I'm not hungry!"
"Come now, a growing girl needs nutrition!" Mrs. Adams said. "Now get off the floor and come eat at once!" Her voice became forceful, but Vanessa couldn't bring herself to comply. She sat nude, waiting for the old bat and her nephew to leave the room so she could sneak out without having most of her body revealed.
Unfortunately for Vanessa, this did not happen...
*Chapter 7: Vanessa doesn't have to eat but must instea... * (ID #1357013)
****an addition by: splotch *More by this author
"Well, if you're not going to eat" Mrs. Adams spoke to Vanessa's back, obviously annoyed with the girl's refusal. "You oughta go out and get some fresh air! You and Tim both."
She stepped over Vanessa's nude back and turned off the T.V.
"No, it's fine! really!" Vanessa said frantically. Mrs. Adams just ignored her. The older woman bent and grabbed Vanessa's bare arm right above the elbow. With surprising ease she hoisted Vanessa to her feet. Vanessa stumbled, shooting her free hand over her chest and trying to cross her thin leg over her crotch.
"You two need some fresh air!" Mrs. Adams said, pulling the resisting Vanessa towards the screen door which led to their backyard. Vanessa stumbled behind, unable to get any traction on her bare feet which squeaked over the hard wood floors.
"Wait, pleaaase!" Vanessa whined. She kept her nipples hidden under her chest, but with the old woman holding her hand and being forced to walk she was unable to hide her clean shaven crotch. "I can't go outside naaaked!"
"You girls today!" Mrs. Adams scoffed. "So shy! There's nothing to be ashamed of, you look adorable!" Adorable?! Vanessa thought in disgust. The last way she wanted her nude body evaluated was "adorable".
"Besides, no one can see you back here." Mrs Adams said. She slid the screen open and flung Vanessa outside. Vanessa froze under the bright sunlight like a deer in headlights, crouching and covering herself.
"Tim" Mrs. Adam's spoke to her grandson. "Keep an eye on her, would you?" Tim looked at Vanessa, his former babysitter, quivering in terror, nude under the bright sun.
"No problem Granny" He said honestly, stepping outside.
Vanessa looked nervously from side to side. True, there was a large fence on each side of backyard. But, both her house and the next door neighbor's house could see over the fence. Besides that anyone could show up at any time, and all she had to cover herself was her hands.
She was suddenly aware that Tim was there. She looked over at him, saw him staring at her. Unable to meet his gaze she turned away, facing her front away. She couldn't let the little boy she used to babysit see her naked front, it was to much to bare to risk him seeing how small her chest was, or the fact that she shaved her crotch. Unfortunately this meant she was now sticking her round butt out at him.
Vanessa flushed. She had hoped to keep her identity from Tim, but he'd gotten a good look at her face. He must know that she was in fact his formal babysitter!
"Uh... Hi Tim." She said, still not looking back at him.
"Hi Vanessa." He said calmly, confirming her suspicion. She cursed under her breath. She was hoping no one would realize that this naked girl was actually the adult Vanessa! She was grateful it was Tim however. He was such a young boy, he probably hadn't hit puberty and wouldn't view her in a sexual way.
Unfortunately, Vanessa was completely wrong. Tim was in his early teens, and staring at her bare ass was creating all kinds of sexual desire. He also knew she dismissed him as a kid, despite his maturity. But Tim was smart, he wasn't going to let her catch onto these facts until he'd shown her who was the helpless child...
"So... what do you want to play?" Vanessa asked, still unaware of his attentions, just eager to get this over with.
Tim thought. What would be the best game to play with his helpless nude former babysitter...?
*Chapter 2: Clare locks Vanessa in the yard naked * (ID #1263768)
****an addition by: splotch *More by this author
As Vanessa stood in shock, cupping her naked flesh Clare picked up her phone and walked into the house. Vanessa couldn't bring herself to even react as her sister slammed the door. Only once it was closed did Vanessa take stock of the situation. She was naked on the porch! She ran to the door, still covering herself as best she could.
It was locked of course. In frustration Vanessa pulled on the knob with both hands, small breasts swinging wildly.
"Don't bother sis." Vanessa heard Clare's voice. She looked to the window. Clare was standing in the house, holding her obviously recording phone. Realizing she was being recorded still Vanessa threw her hands back over herself.
"Clare, let me in!" Vanessa demanded.
"I don't think so." Clare laughed. "This is too much fun!"
"But I'm Naaaked..." Vanessa whined. When she was distressed her voice would go up an octave, making her sound like a whiny girl.
"Oh, I know" Clare laughed again. "Tell you what: I'll let you in if you do something for me."
Clare didn't like the sound of that. But what choice did she have? She looked around. The yard was small, nothing really to hide behind. The waist height picket fence didn't hide anything. She could see the neighbor's houses on each side, and The street was directly in front of her. It was early but at any moment someone would drive by and see everything! She had to get inside.
"I...I'll do whatever you want..."
Chapter 4: Mrs Adams, her neighbor who doesnt recognize her * (ID #1272023)
****an addition by: splotch *More by this author
"Well, I'll be!" Vanessa heard a voice behind her and froze. What was she doing? She had gotten distracted and comfortable enough that she hadn't been paying any attention. Now someone was right behind her and she was naked, not covering anything.
"A naked girl playing in the sandbox!" The voice laughed. Vanessa threw her hands over her shoulders, crossing her arms over her breasts. She leaned forward, curling almost into a ball, trying to hide her front as much as possible. She knew her butt was exposed, sitting on her bare feet, to whoever was behind her.
Vanessa darted a glance over her shoulder. She saw Mrs. Adams, her mother's neighbor. Mrs. Adams was an old, curly haired bespectacled woman. Vanessa had known her since she was a little girl. Mrs. Adams was leaning over the fence, watering can in hand, looking straight at Vanessa's bare back. Vanessa looked away, using her hair to cover her face. Mrs. Adams was nearing senility and practically blind. Vanessa hoped she wouldn't' see her face.
"No need to be shy" Mrs. Adams said in a kindly voice. "Are you being baby sat by one of the young ladies here?" She asked. Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. Vanessa and Clare had both baby sat for extra money when they were younger. Mrs. Adams had assumed that a naked girl in the yard was one such girl. While she was still looking at Vanessa's naked body, Vanessa was relieved that she hadn't been recognized.
Then Vanessa realized something else. Mrs. Adams, upon seeing her naked in a sandbox, assumed Vanessa was so young she needed a baby sitter! Vanessa felt her shame return, greater then before. Mrs. Adams may be nearsighted, but it was still humiliating to have her nude body mistaken for that of a much younger girls!
Clare, watching from the window, saw this whole interaction. She walked out the front door, waving to get Mrs. Adams attention.
"Hey Mrs. Adams! I see you've met little..." Clare thought for a moment. "...Susie. I'm watching her for the day."
Vanessa was confused. Why was Clare playing along with Mrs. Adam's assumption? If her younger sister was really trying to embarrass her it would be worse if she revealed that it was actually a 20 year old adult who was naked playing in the sand.
"Oh, I see." Mrs. Adams replied. She turned to Vanessa. "Well hello Susie!" Vanessa didn't respond, afraid her voice would give away her real identity.
"Don't worry, she's just shy." Clare responded for Vanessa.
"And why is she naked?" Mrs. Adams asked, finally addressing the obvious. Vanessa, the center of this conversation flushed red at the mention of her own nudity.
"Oh, she wanted to play in the sand but i didn't want her getting her nice clothes dirty." Clare replied, applauding her own quick thinking.
"Oh, I see. Well, do you think she'd want some cookies and fresh squeezed lemonade?" Mrs. Adams asked.
"That would be wonderful." Clare said. She had walked across the yard and now stood next to Vanessa, who still sat motionless in the sand holding her chest. "Susie" Clare said to Vanessa. To Vanessa's surprise Clare grasped her bicep and pulled her to her feet. Vanessa kept her free hand crossed over her chest as she stumbled to her feet, sand falling from her crotch and butt
"Susie, go join Mrs. Adam's next door and have a snack." Clare commanded. Vanessa, still desperately trying to keep her genitals hidden, turned to her sister in shock.
"Are you crazy?" Vanessa leaned in and whispered to Clare. "I'm not going to her house."
"Oh, I think you are" Clare whispered back. "Unless you want a video of you naked playing in a sandbox posted all over the internet!"
Vanessa froze. She was trapped, she realized. She had to do whatever her sister said. With the loss of her clothes Vanessa realized she had lost all control and authority. She was under her sister's control entirely. She felt helpless, standing nude, crossing her limbs over herself, trembling uncontrollably. She looked to her sister. It was obvious from her expression that she wasn't going to budge. Then she looked to Mrs. Adams, who was smiling, oblivious to the tension between the sisters.
"Come along dear." The clueless old lady. Vanessa started to walk towards the gate in the fence of her mother's yard. She had to around the sidewalk to Mrs. Adam's yard. Steeling herself, one hand between her thighs, one crossed over her chest, She looked down the street. It was empty in both directions, but who knew for how long? Vanessa took a deep breath and ran. It was only a few yards between the two yards, but for Vanessa the short jog took forever. She went as fast as she could with her hands over herself. She felt her butt shake as she ran, and felt the absence of movement from her chest. She stumbled into Mrs. Adam's walkway on shaky legs.
Mrs. Adams patted Vanessa on the back as Vanessa neared her. The touch to her bare shoulder caused Vanessa to flinch away. Together they walked towards the front door. Vanessa, hunched over, arms on her body, wished the old lady would walk a little faster so they could get indoors sooner. Mrs. Adams looked at Vanessa, increasing the girls blush.
"No need to be so shy" Mrs. Adams said in a sweet tone. "I have grandchildren, I've seen plenty of naked little girls." While she was trying to reassure and comfort Vanessa, but her words actually filled Vanessa with shame. Vanessa couldn't believe that someone seeing her naked would actually think she was a little girl! Clare had mocked her body, but this sweet old lady was actually believed she was that much younger! Vanessa tried to reassure herself that Mrs. Adams was practically blind. Vanessa knew her face looked fairly mature, though her faint freckles and large eyes might make her look young. But as she looked down at her own body, she was beginning to see it more and more youthful. Her small breasts, little belly, and thin legs. True, she wasn't that short, but her skinny limbs and small amount of baby fat made her look like a gangly pre puberty girl.
They reached the doorway. Mrs. Adams opened the door. Vanessa hurried in, eager to get out of sight. Little did she know what awaited her in the house...
Chapter 4: Mrs Adams, her neighbor who doesnt recognize her * (ID #1272023)
****an addition by: splotch *More by this author
"Well, I'll be!" Vanessa heard a voice behind her and froze. What was she doing? She had gotten distracted and comfortable enough that she hadn't been paying any attention. Now someone was right behind her and she was naked, not covering anything.
"A naked girl playing in the sandbox!" The voice laughed. Vanessa threw her hands over her shoulders, crossing her arms over her breasts. She leaned forward, curling almost into a ball, trying to hide her front as much as possible. She knew her butt was exposed, sitting on her bare feet, to whoever was behind her.
Vanessa darted a glance over her shoulder. She saw Mrs. Adams, her mother's neighbor. Mrs. Adams was an old, curly haired bespectacled woman. Vanessa had known her since she was a little girl. Mrs. Adams was leaning over the fence, watering can in hand, looking straight at Vanessa's bare back. Vanessa looked away, using her hair to cover her face. Mrs. Adams was nearing senility and practically blind. Vanessa hoped she wouldn't' see her face.
"No need to be shy" Mrs. Adams said in a kindly voice. "Are you being baby sat by one of the young ladies here?" She asked. Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. Vanessa and Clare had both baby sat for extra money when they were younger. Mrs. Adams had assumed that a naked girl in the yard was one such girl. While she was still looking at Vanessa's naked body, Vanessa was relieved that she hadn't been recognized.
Then Vanessa realized something else. Mrs. Adams, upon seeing her naked in a sandbox, assumed Vanessa was so young she needed a baby sitter! Vanessa felt her shame return, greater then before. Mrs. Adams may be nearsighted, but it was still humiliating to have her nude body mistaken for that of a much younger girls!
Clare, watching from the window, saw this whole interaction. She walked out the front door, waving to get Mrs. Adams attention.
"Hey Mrs. Adams! I see you've met little..." Clare thought for a moment. "...Susie. I'm watching her for the day."
Vanessa was confused. Why was Clare playing along with Mrs. Adam's assumption? If her younger sister was really trying to embarrass her it would be worse if she revealed that it was actually a 20 year old adult who was naked playing in the sand.
"Oh, I see." Mrs. Adams replied. She turned to Vanessa. "Well hello Susie!" Vanessa didn't respond, afraid her voice would give away her real identity.
"Don't worry, she's just shy." Clare responded for Vanessa.
"And why is she naked?" Mrs. Adams asked, finally addressing the obvious. Vanessa, the center of this conversation flushed red at the mention of her own nudity.
"Oh, she wanted to play in the sand but i didn't want her getting her nice clothes dirty." Clare replied, applauding her own quick thinking.
"Oh, I see. Well, do you think she'd want some cookies and fresh squeezed lemonade?" Mrs. Adams asked.
"That would be wonderful." Clare said. She had walked across the yard and now stood next to Vanessa, who still sat motionless in the sand holding her chest. "Susie" Clare said to Vanessa. To Vanessa's surprise Clare grasped her bicep and pulled her to her feet. Vanessa kept her free hand crossed over her chest as she stumbled to her feet, sand falling from her crotch and butt
"Susie, go join Mrs. Adam's next door and have a snack." Clare commanded. Vanessa, still desperately trying to keep her genitals hidden, turned to her sister in shock.
"Are you crazy?" Vanessa leaned in and whispered to Clare. "I'm not going to her house."
"Oh, I think you are" Clare whispered back. "Unless you want a video of you naked playing in a sandbox posted all over the internet!"
Vanessa froze. She was trapped, she realized. She had to do whatever her sister said. With the loss of her clothes Vanessa realized she had lost all control and authority. She was under her sister's control entirely. She felt helpless, standing nude, crossing her limbs over herself, trembling uncontrollably. She looked to her sister. It was obvious from her expression that she wasn't going to budge. Then she looked to Mrs. Adams, who was smiling, oblivious to the tension between the sisters.
"Come along dear." The clueless old lady. Vanessa started to walk towards the gate in the fence of her mother's yard. She had to around the sidewalk to Mrs. Adam's yard. Steeling herself, one hand between her thighs, one crossed over her chest, She looked down the street. It was empty in both directions, but who knew for how long? Vanessa took a deep breath and ran. It was only a few yards between the two yards, but for Vanessa the short jog took forever. She went as fast as she could with her hands over herself. She felt her butt shake as she ran, and felt the absence of movement from her chest. She stumbled into Mrs. Adam's walkway on shaky legs.
Mrs. Adams patted Vanessa on the back as Vanessa neared her. The touch to her bare shoulder caused Vanessa to flinch away. Together they walked towards the front door. Vanessa, hunched over, arms on her body, wished the old lady would walk a little faster so they could get indoors sooner. Mrs. Adams looked at Vanessa, increasing the girls blush.
"No need to be so shy" Mrs. Adams said in a sweet tone. "I have grandchildren, I've seen plenty of naked little girls." While she was trying to reassure and comfort Vanessa, but her words actually filled Vanessa with shame. Vanessa couldn't believe that someone seeing her naked would actually think she was a little girl! Clare had mocked her body, but this sweet old lady was actually believed she was that much younger! Vanessa tried to reassure herself that Mrs. Adams was practically blind. Vanessa knew her face looked fairly mature, though her faint freckles and large eyes might make her look young. But as she looked down at her own body, she was beginning to see it more and more youthful. Her small breasts, little belly, and thin legs. True, she wasn't that short, but her skinny limbs and small amount of baby fat made her look like a gangly pre puberty girl.
They reached the doorway. Mrs. Adams opened the door. Vanessa hurried in, eager to get out of sight. Little did she know what awaited her in the house...