Sibling Rivalry (Series 2): Some Things Never Change
Jessica was very bored. Her parents had forced her to endure the dull conversation of their friends for over an hour already. James and Jill were two of the most boring people she had ever encountered. And their twin sons, Craig and Simon were very odd. She had never known two fourteen-year-olds to be so quiet. They just sat there, staring at various objects in the room. James was rattling on to her father about some kind of insurance. But she knew her mother would never let her leave.
It had been a year since the series of events that had left most of her friends and enemies completely and utterly humiliated. Her sister Amy had given up trying to expose her older sister to the world, conceding defeat. Jess is still thankful for Charlie’s actions in the theatre. Just as Amy was about to strip Jess naked, Charlie had turned on her friend, after discovering that Amy had in fact humiliated her at the mall, rather than Jess, as Amy had led her to believe. It all ended in tears for Amy, as Charlie left her with a black eye, and has never forgiven her. Jess on the other hand, escaped with her dignity in tact, which is more than could be said for anyone else.
Jess wondered where her sister had disappeared to all evening. She had told her parents that she was going over to Steph’s house, but she had been gone for four hours, and had been told to be back an hour ago. Jess could see her mother glancing at the door every minute or so, waiting for her tardy daughter to burst through. She could not tell whether it was through concern, or anger. There was no doubt in Jess’ mind that her Mum cared for her daughters, but she always remained stony-faced and impenetrable. She had always put it down to her grandmother, who in the eyes of Jess and Amy, was Satan herself.
Her mother had gone into the kitchen with Jill to do the washing up, leaving Jess to just sit there, trying to avoid eye contact with the twins. In the meantime, the men carried on with their boring conversation, which had now moved onto football. The twins were just sat there, staring. Jess longed to be somewhere else, like her sister was.
Almost as if she had summoned her, Amy was heard fumbling with the lock, and then the door burst open. Amy was in full make-up, with a blue tube top and black mini skirt on. She paused, surprised to be greeted with company.
“Amy, where have you been?” asked her father, who got up and walked towards her.
“Nowhere!” she replied, with a giggle.
“Go upstairs and sort yourself out, will you…” her father said with a sigh.
Amy left the room and turned towards the stairs but found her path blocked by her mother. She looked at her feet as she realised she was busted.
“Amy-Louise Robertson, where on Earth have you been?” Her mother barked.
“Nowhere, Mum.” she cowered.
“Answer me!”
“I went to Steph’s house like I said!”
“Naturally! I can smell it on you!”
“Smell what?”
“Don’t play the fool with me, Amy. You’ve been out drinking!”
“I’m 18, Mum.”
“Yet you act like a twelve year old, still.”
An audience had gathered. James, Jill, the twins and Jess were all sat on the couch in the living room, trying to peer into the hall where they stood. Even from there, though they couldn’t quite see her, they could sense the anger building up within Amy’s irate mother. It went oddly quiet for a few seconds, whilst Amy stepped back into the middle of the room, naturally heading towards her father for fear of her mother’s wrath. Her mother followed into the room, where the argument was now in full view of the living room.
“What have I told you about dressing that way?”
Amy didn’t like the tone of her mother’s voice. Jess could sense that something was about to happen to her sister.
“Look, Mum, I’m ...ing 18!” Amy snapped.
The room fell silent. No one knew where to look.
“You think you’re an adult? Tonight, young lady, you have proven yourself to be nothing more than a loudmouth, drunken wh*r*!”
Amy shuddered whenever her mother used that word.
“Jenny, calm down…” her father pleaded.
“Nonsense, Mark. This girl has disrespected me in front of our guests!” her mother replied. “Now, young lady, I want you to give me that belt of a skirt, right now! If you can’t act like an adult, you cannot expect to dress like one. Especially one who looks like a hooker.”
Amy nodded, and turned to leave the room.
“Where are you going?”
“To my room to get changed, like you said!”
“I never said you were going anywhere…”
“I’m not taking my skirt off in front of everyone!” Amy shrieked.
“If you want to humiliate me in front of our guests, you will be treated in the same way!”
Amy’s face was burning up. She turned to see everyone was looking at her, and choked on her words. She unzipped the denim miniskirt, and unfastened the button. She went to pull it down, but could not bring herself to do it. No way would she expose herself to those nerdy twins.
“No.”
Jenny looked at her daughter furiously. Amy turned to look at her father, but he just looked at her blankly. That was when Jenny took the opportunity to pull Amy’s loose skirt to her ankles.
Amy’s hands shot to shield the view of her peach panties from her audience, as her mother forced her to step out of her skirt. She looked in horror at her mother’s stern face, and then at the skirt in her hands. She pulled at the tube top to try to cover her underwear.
“Hands at your sides!” Jenny instructed her.
Amy stood there facing her audience and her mother, in just a tube top, a tiny pair of peach coloured briefs, and some knee high leather boots. She clenched her fists as she could feel the bespectacled eyes of the twins staring at her newly displayed underpants. They were not the only eyes she could feel staring either.
“You listen to me, young lady!”
Amy found it hard to listen when she was so barely dressed in front of the family friends.
“For the next two weeks, you are grounded! But this is not your average grounding, missy. If you want to act like a baby, I will treat you like one, so from now on, you do what I want, and wear what I want, whenever I want you to. I will speak to you in the morning! Now tell the Rickman’s that you are sorry that they had to see you in your knickers.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Say it properly.”
“I’m sorry that you had to see my knickers, Mr and Mrs Rickman.” Amy managed to say, on the verge of tears.
“And the twins.”
“I’m sorry I had to show you my knickers, boys.” She added, with a face as red as Mars, still unable to cover her panties from their view.
“Now get out of here!”
Amy turned and left the room hurriedly, showing everyone her barely covered butt. She threw a hand over each cheek as she left.
“There is no point in being shy. We’ve all seen that fat bottom of yours now, Amy. It is your own fault for wearing that ridiculous underwear.” her mother called out, as Amy disappeared up the stairs, her naked bottom jiggling as she moved.
Amy’s troubles had only just begun, and she knew it.
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Amy woke the next morning, her mother’s words still echoing in her mind. She wondered what she had in store for her. She knew how much her mother liked to discipline her children, and did not care if it meant humiliating her children, just so long as they learnt a lesson. The trouble was that Amy did not ever seem to really learn a lesson. She was rebellious by nature, the very polar opposite of Jess. Jess on the other hand, still refused to even wear a bikini at the age of 20. Amy would do anything to avoid being like her older sister, and would therefore frequently get into trouble. But there was a resonance in her mother’s voice the previous evening. Something that scared her. Something that told her that she should not even get out of bed this morning. But she did, mainly out of boredom, but partly out of curiosity. Maybe her mother had forgotten about her warning to her.
Amy climbed out of bed and walked over to her wardrobe. Flinging the doors open, she was greeted with a surprise.
“What the hell?” she said, puzzled.
The wardrobe was empty. Just a series of empty hangers, where her extensive collection of clothes once hung.
“Mum!” she shouted down the stairs. “Where are my clothes?”
She received no answer. Sighing, she put her pink fluffy slippers on, and stepped out onto the cold, wooden flooring of the hall. She walked over to the stairs, and leant over the banister.
“Mum?” she called.
Still no answer. She descended the wooden stairs, and found herself in the living room, where she had been horribly displayed the night before.
“Nice PJs, sis,” laughed Jess, sat on the couch with her friends Tasha and Sam, and Dan, who was now her boyfriend.
Although she was moderately dressed, Amy still felt exposed. She was wearing a pink tank top, with no bra underneath, and a pair of blue-and-white-striped bottoms. It was the fact that she had not fixed her make-up from the previous night, and hated being seen without its perfect application.
“Where’s Mum?” asked Amy, rather sheepishly.
“Kitchen.” Jess said, turning to her friends to resume the conversation. Amy heard something about Jamie and Kyle joining them.
“Great,” she thought. “More of Jess’ friends. That’s all I need today.”
She entered the kitchen, and found her mother cooking lunch. As it was Sunday, she could smell a roast chicken in the oven. It smelt wonderful; almost ready.
“Mum, where are my clothes? My wardrobe is empty!”
“In my room.” her mother replied, rather nonchalantly.
“Oh right. Why?”
“Because until you grow up, you won’t be wearing them!” her mother said, turning to face her with a wicked smile.
“What am I supposed to wear then?”
“You can get by in what you’re wearing now, can’t you?”
“My pyjamas? Until when?”
“I’m taking you shopping tomorrow to buy you some new stuff. Stuff that is more appropriate for a little girl like you!” her mother chuckled.
“This is not fair!”
“Neither is you embarrassing me in front of my friends like that last night.”
“You were embarrassed? What about me?”
“Dear, having some people see that chubby backside of yours is nothing. Besides, when you were a baby, you used to love showing it to people…”
Amy turned red, and clutched her hands to her backside.
“It’s not chubby.” she muttered under her breath, as she left the room.
In reality, she hated her ass. Despite her slim figure, she always had a big bottom. It was hereditary, and she was very self-conscious about it. Especially since the incident at the beach last year.
Amy went upstairs to the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix herself up. As she looked in the mirror, she was horrified to see how thin her top was. Although you couldn’t see her nipples, should there be any activity, they would become extremely noticeable. Her mother called her downstairs for dinner. She gritted her teeth, and joined everyone at the table.
Sat around the table were her mother and father, Jess, Dan, Tasha, Sam and Kyle.
“Pity Jamie couldn’t make it.” her mother said to Jess.
Amy sat next to her mother, who had purposely arranged it so that would be the case, Amy was sure of that. She immediately began to eat, and try to forget that she was going to have to spend the rest of the day in the company of her sister’s friends in her thin pyjamas. She felt like a child.
Her Mum and her Dad were discussing something. She could not quite hear what, due to the football game on the television being quite loud. No one was really watching it, but it was her Dad’s turn to dictate what was to be watched. Which in this household was rare. To her left, Jess was chatting to her friends at the other end of the table. Although she couldn’t make out the conversation clearly, she was able to hear a comment about her antics last night, with a remark about her backside.
“I don’t have a fat ass!” she screamed, standing up. “It’s not as fat as yours, b*tch!” Amy screamed, in an almost Tourettes-like outburst, walking way from the table.
The room fell silent.
“Amy!” her other barked. “Apologise to your sister at once!”
“No. Why should I?”
“I have had enough of you!”
Amy was bewildered as her mother got up from the table and walked towards her. Her wrists grabbed forcibly, she was violently swung into position. She had been bent over, with her backside pointing towards the startled dinner guests. Her mother smacked her, with a spank that echoed across the room. Amy yelped.
“You b*tch!” Amy cursed, without thinking.
“Will you ever learn? Let’s do this how it should be done to little girls.”
With that, Jenny Robertson pulled her daughter’s bottoms down to her knees, causing her plump rump to spring into view again. This time, she did not even have the cover of a thong. Her mother spanked her, and she bawled. Three spanks, all the while her backside wiggling and jiggling, bare and vulnerable. Finally her mother stopped.
“Sit down.” her mother snapped. “Oh and give me those. You have forfeited your right to be treated like a respectable member of this household, young lady!”
Amy felt her bottoms suddenly yanked further down, and whisked off forcibly. Her hands free, she shot them to her abundant ass, covering each cheek, still facing away from her audience with tears in her eyes. Her tank top did not even attempt to cover her up. And neither could her hands. She suddenly realised she was nothing more than a little girl, with a very naked bottom, in front of everyone. She turned around, with her hands over her pussy, and quickly sat down to finish her dinner. She dared not to make eye contact or conversation until she was finished. And then she just sat there looking down. She could not believe she had been forced to sit and the dinner table with no knickers on. She couldn’t even tell if Jess was laughing. For she would not look.
When everyone had finished, her mother ordered her to do the dishes. Jess collected them all and piled them up in the kitchen. Amy sat there, under the cover of the table. Finally she was instructed to go and do them. She quickly left her chair, and covered her bottom with one hand, which did nothing to hide it from the boys, and the other over her shaved pussy. She rushed into the kitchen, and set about doing the job quickly. As soon as he plunged her hands into the sink, she heard everyone enter the kitchen. Her wet hands immediately left the water, and grabbed the tea towel which she placed over her bare ass.
“Amy, just do it!” her mother sighed. “We’ve come to help.”
Defeated, Amy placed her hands back in the bowl. She could feel their eyes on it. She could sense them looking at the dimples on its pale surface. She could feel it jiggling with every action. It suddenly dawned on her that she was doing the dishes, and showing everyone her chubby bottom, naked as a newborn baby! Her self-consciousness got the better of her, and she burst into tears. She turned around to see everyone looking at her, this unwittingly showed everyone her shaved private parts. Dan and Sam’s eyes widened. As did hers. She immediately covered her exposed area, and ran upstairs, her bottom jiggling with pride.
She could hear her mother calling after her, but she did not care. She just crawled up into bed, half-naked, and cried herself to sleep.
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