Chapter Two - The Small Reveal

"And the knickers as well, I'm going to need to see everything."

It wasn't going too well in the spare bedroom upstairs. To start with Sammy had been okay posing when still fully clothed. She hadn’t really minded when being photographed bent over or with her legs spread. Now her mother was getting her to strip, and it was proving even more embarrassing than she'd expected. Last time she'd been naked with her mother there’d been nothing much to hide, but that had been many years ago. Now she was bent in an awkward pose, trying to conceal her prominent breasts, while pointlessly trying to negotiate with her mother to at least keep her pants on.

"Are you sure mum? Do I really need to expose those bits before dad's birthday?"

Debbie did her best to suppress a giggle as she answered, her daughter's squirming attempts to preserve her modesty were proving pretty funny, but she answered seriously enough.

"Of course you do, darling. I'm going to need to see what I'm working with. I know it’s uncomfortable for you. Maybe you could look at it as training."

If she didn't make some effort, it probably wouldn't be much of a present. That thought left Sammy looking a little abashed as her mother continued.

"Now stop being so shy, it's only us two here. Take your hand off your pussy and let those lovely big tits free."

Her mother walked round the bed, allowing Sammy to catch a glimpse of herself in the big mirror on the wardrobe. Even she could see what a ridiculous sight she presented, hunched over in an obviously failing attempt to preserve her modesty. Debbie was on the verge of bursting anyway, and her daughter's sudden spurt of giggles pushed her over the edge.

It was a couple of minutes before either could regain their composure. Eventually Sammy managed to calm down enough to remember why she was here. Buoyed by the moment, she hastily pulled off her knickers and stood up straight.

"Is this better?"

Moved by seeing her daughter finally naked, Debbie managed to get control of herself once more.

"Much better. Give us a twirl so I can look all round."

From an unexpectedly thick bush, surrounded by shapely hips, to positively pendulous breasts, Debbie was taking in her daughter’s nude form with something approaching envy. Professional once more, she moved in to take a closer look.

"Well." she said, as she grasped one of Sammy's breasts, only drawing a slight gasp. "These are certainly going to give me plenty to work with."

"Thanks, I suppose."

"Turn round so I can see your bum."

Another hand lingering over her naked buttocks.

Sammy felt the soft flesh compress as her mother squeezed. “All right mum, you don’t need to rub it in. I know I’ve got a monster bum.”

"Don’t be silly. It’s a very nice bottom. Lovely and soft.”

“You’re my mother, of course you like it. Everyone else will think it’s fat.”

“Absolutely not!” her mother replied, tartly, “I’m sure everyone's going to enjoy seeing these cheeks, before and after."

"Mum! I'm not a piece of meat."

Debbie smiled. "Not yet, give me a chance."

Sammy was a little taken aback at this brutal honesty. Apprehensive but intrigued, in her confusion she couldn’t think how to respond.

“Lie back on the bed and try to get your legs over your head.”

Now Sammy said something, "Surely you don't need to see all down there mum?"

"I thought we'd got over this." Debbie looked almost annoyed at her daughter. "Everyone's going to see your pussy in the show, you might as well let me take a good look at it now."

"Are you going to be feeling it as well?"

"And slipping a finger or two in to test its flexibility."

Sammy realised her mother was making a bit of an assumption. Mortified at what she had to say, she blurted it out in a single gulp, "You do know I'm a virgin mum?"

Now it was Debbie's turn to be surprised, "I didn't realise, I thought you'd lost it with Paul at the end of the holidays."

“No I didn't. I meant to, but then his dad dragged him away on a surprise trip and we rather lost touch.”

Debbie sat on the bed beside her daughter, and gave her a big hug. Not the response the girl had expected when she spilled this embarrassingly intimate news.

"Why didn’t you say anything before? That’s great!"

" I just thought it was rather awkward." she mumbled, uncertain at this positive reception.

Debbie looked at her daughter in concern. She'd never tried to hide the facts of life from Sammy. How did she manage to stay so ignorant?

"Awkward? It's fantastic! Don't you know how rare it is to see a girl violated for the first time at her own snuff show? Everybody is going to be talking about our performance." A worrying thought occurred to her. "You are planning on staying a virgin until your dad's birthday."

Sammy hadn’t realised her maidenhead would be such draw, but then she'd never shared the rest of her family's interest in snuff. Eve, her younger sister, had been taken to a couple of shows as a special treat, but she'd always preferred to stay at home reading. She was honest enough to admit to herself that was probably why she remained unspoilt.

"I was thinking of trying to lose it before the show, but if it'll make that much difference, I don't mind giving it a miss."

"That's my girl." Debbie said encouragingly, privately wondering if her intensely shy daughter would have managed to anyway. "You'll make your dad proud."

"What on earth are you two up to!" there was a touch of astonishment in the voice that broke into their private moment. It went on, "Those aren't Sammy's stupidly sized knockers on display are they? I never thought they’d ever see daylight!"

Eve had been surprised to come home to a deserted house. Hearing a noise from upstairs, she'd crept up to hear voices coming from the spare bedroom. Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't the sight of her older sister stark naked and being hugged by her mother.

"Hi Eve." Eve's mother looked unfazed, while her big sister was scrabbling around for something to cover herself. "I'm glad you're home, there's something we need to discuss with you."

"You've decided to make Sammy stay naked until she gets a man?" Eve spoke with the confidence of someone who had no problems in that area.

"Eve!" Sammy protested, struggling into her T-shirt.

"Now Eve, that's hardly fair." Debbie gently admonished her. "If Sammy behaved like you, I wouldn't be so happy for her now."

"What're you talking about? She's not off to appear in a snuff show is she?" The young girl giggled at the thought.

Stung, Sammy thrust her head out and replied sharply, "Yes, I am actually."

That stopped Eve in her tracks, the grin wiped off her face instantly. The thought of Sammy, the girl who always used a cubicle at the swimming baths, exposing herself to anyone else was a shock.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Debbie carried on, un-concerned by the little sisterly spat. "We're organising it for your father's birthday, and I thought you might like to lend a hand."

"Maybe I should join her. Put on a sister act."

"Mum." Sammy whined in protest, alarmed at the thought of being upstaged by her little sister. "If Eve joins in she'll try and take over, she always does."

"Don't worry darling." her mother reassured her, and turned to speak sharply to her younger daughter. "Eve, this is Sammy's present for her father. Stop winding her up, she's nervous enough about it already."

"Okay. It was only a thought. Does dad know?"

"No, we're trying to keep it as a surprise for him."

"In that case you'd better get downstairs. I'm pretty sure that's his key I can hear in the front door."

Debbie hurried off downstairs to head off her husband, leaving the sisters alone together.

"So you're really going to be in a snuff show?" Eve asked as casually as she could, doing pretty well at hiding how impressed she was.

"Yeah." Sammy admitted. "I thought it was going to be just a private family thing, but mum's gone and hired a room and invited everybody."

She might be talking to her big sister, but she couldn't help thinking that Sammy was a bit naive. "What were you expecting, don't you ever listen to mum when she's been to see a snuff show?"

"Not really."

"You should’ve done. Surely you’ve noticed how much she enjoys them. Getting to organise one must be her dream come true. Of course she invited everybody."

At some level she knew her sister was right, but Sammy still said, "She might have asked me before turning it into a big production. She knows I always get shy in public"

"You really should have got your head out of your book and come along to the last show they took me to. Mum was even more into the humiliation than the torture. They had this one crying girl walk through the audience shouting 'I'm a stupid cunt' while everybody mauled her. She was so clearly distressed by it that Mum kept on running round for another go."

Sammy couldn't help being intrigued enough to ask, "What happened to her after that?"

"Oh, she was hung by her ankles and had acid piped into her stupid cunt until it ate right through her."

Well, I did ask, thought Sammy. “I suppose it’s a bit late to back out now?”

“Oh, come on Sam, that hardly seems fair, you volunteered. Mum’s obviously really excited, and dad would be so disappointed if he found out he missed a chance to see you both in a snuff show.”

"I know, I know." her older sister protested. "I'm not really planning on disappointing everyone. It just seems like, every time I talk to mum, there's a new surprise waiting for me."

"Chin up soppy. I know you get nervous in public, but don't worry, you'll be great on the night."

"It's nice of you to say that." Sammy sounded unconvinced. "I just can't help feeling it would’ve been better if you were doing this. You never have any problems showing off in public. I'm bound to screw up and ruin it for dad, and mum as well."

"Oh come on! Dad might be okay with me, but I'd hardly please mum. I just said mum likes humiliation, what on earth's she going to find to embarrass me with?"

It was a good point. Only last month, at Rory's party, Sammy had seen her little sister tongue every boy's arsehole for a dare. Sammy had practically died of shame just watching, while Eve had been encouraging people to take photos of her.

“That’s true.” agreed Sammy. Then, rather more pointedly, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed in private. If I don’t go down to say hello to dad soon, he’ll know something’s up.”

“Okay miss perfect.” Eve replied, as she walked out. Then a parting shot to wind her sister up, “I’ll see the rest of you at the party.”

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.