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 ï>¿Showing more than I wanted to! by Sarah Ds Stories

   #1 Joining the boys in my undies

   This happened to me in the 90s so you -(TM)ve got to picture a time with
no internet or cell phones.  I was at the peak of my sexual awakening and
like many youngsters found the blurred lines of cousin games my first real
life lessons.

   It was a blistering hot summer and we were dirt poor.  We were a big
family although not all directly related with cousins of cousins and fake
cousins (where you call your mum's close friends Aunty but don -(TM)t
realise until your older that they aren't really your blood) mixing the
confusion to complex levels.  Us teens mostly stayed at each other's houses
all day and often over night depending on whose parents worked nights to
loosely keep an eye on us should an emergency happen.  I was one of the few
girls in my age range and this was the first real year boys had hit my
radar, oh and how they had like a swarm of bombers.

   Sometimes when we lazed around the houses especially in this unbearable
heat the boys would strip off to their boxers and vest sometimes even just
their boxers!  I remember my eyes slipping to them often, especially Derek
and George who were slightly older than me and well tanned and muscled.  I
tried not to stare or make it too obvious but I was drawn to them, my heart
racing with naughty thoughts of their exposure in private garments.

   One day when the heat was as oppressive as a dictatorship, I had
purposefully worn jeans and casually stripped them off along with the boys
declaring it too hot as we sat around playing Sega.  I was trying to stay
casual as I did it but inside my heart thudded and sparks shot to my most
sensitive regions.  I was wearing super boring plain white knickers by
design trying to keep my innocence and play along with their  -œJust family
no one cares - attitude.

   My greatest fears from both ends of the spectrum were as follows:
Firstly they would make a big deal about it, after all I was a girl in a
room of boys exposing my underwear, if they broke the unwritten spell it
would be all over as with many such boundaries and explorations.  My other
fear however was that they wouldn't care!  I needed with a perverted,
unexplainable, lust for them to see me as a woman, to sneak peeks, to
blush. I was somewhat underdeveloped for my age so dreaded them actually
seeing me as a kid.

   However to my pleasure they did see me.  Try as they might to keep it
casual as not to spook me in hopes of seeing more they tried to hide their
sideways glances or outright staring when I was facing the other way, I
caught many an open oggle in mirrors or other reflective surfaces.  The way
the boys sat most intrigued me however as I quickly realised they hid
boners often when I first stripped off.

   I went home that night and found my panties sodden and my private area
sensitive to my nervous touch.  Such extacy I found and knew I needed more.

   From there my adventures grew, not everyday much to the boys
disappointment, but I noticed they would strip off more often trying to get
me to do the same.  As my confidence grew we danced around our silly game
boys and me oggleing each other, teasing without ever admitting it.  I
mostly kept myself covered with blankets or throws even while undressed
giving them brief teasing flashes of my underwear but no more.  I often had
a blanket or similar covering loosely draped about myself as I pretended to
lounge around with them.

   When the day was going to be hot I would wake up shaking with excitement
as I chose my underwear to show off that particular day.  I would tease the
boys not stripping off for a good while while they hinted at how hot it was
and stripped off themselves.  I would always pretend to look away as a
slipped my shorts or jeans down letting the boy -(TM)s hungry eyes dart to
see what I was wearing that day.  The motion of undressing always brought
about their stiffies as I pretended not to notice but secretly delighted in
making them feel uncomfortable and trying to catch a peak at the tenting of
the undies.

   Slowly I moved onto stripping to a crop vest and even a few times into a
sort of crop bra, although this I mostly kept covered as despite my actions
that were driven by lust I was horribly shy about their lack of size.  The
moments of vulnerability took my breath away and every now and then I would
purposefully expose myself to the boys by letting the blankets slip or
pretending to bend to pick something up letting them see my knickers in
their entirety for more than a second.



   #2 Pretending to sleep

   One day I stepped up my game, it was just me, Derek and George at Aunt
Lucy -(TM)s house.  She was asleep upstairs and most of the younger ones
were off playing somewhere.  The day was red hot and Derek hinted
vigorously about the heat and soon stripped down to a blue pair of tight
boxers.  I had bottled this tease I had planned on numerous occasions
chickening out of actually going through with it.

   I pretended to ignore the hints however I casually commented that my bra
was too tight and uncomfortable.  Fiddling with the straps drawing both boy
-(TM)s eyes to my small but very perky chest.  Somehow just the mention of
my bra brought both boys blushing and changing their seating positions. 
After building up the courage I complained again before doing the
unthinkable.  I unclipped and removed my bra underneath my shirt and pulled
it free from my sleeve.  It was a real bra for once once not a childish
crop and both boys watched the garment as if mesmerized.  I signed,
feigning relief at the freedom.  I had purposefully worn a thick dark
Tshirt to hide my obviously excited nipples but this didn't stop the boys
staring at my chest constantly for the next hour whenever they thought I
wouldn't notice.

   I paused my game there letting the hours drift past still fully dressed
minus a bra.  The boys kept glancing at me and I knew I had them hooked. 
George had to go home and he looked gutted leaving me and Derek alone.  I
asked if I could stay and watch a movie and Derek grinning nodded.  I
complained about the heat tugging on the neck of my Tshirt as he gulped
lost for words.  I could see him cursing his poor angle as if he had been
standing over me he would be getting a look at my braless goodies right
then.

   We put on a film and I jumped into my usual place on the couch and
covered myself with a blanket despite the heat.  I set my plan in motion
kicking off both my shorts and then did the unthinkable and removed my top
under the covers.  I let him see the garments fall to the floor as I
pretended at being casual about this nudity being normal.  I however
slipped my bra back on while he wasn -(TM)t looking, but this was all part
of my plan.  The thought of actually been seen topless was mortifying but
the flush of his cheeks as he thought I was naked apart from my panties
under the covers was wonderful.  I could almost see his mind whirled as he
tried to think of a way to see what I barely hid.

   His eyes were on me more than the film and I knew I had him.  He had
been sitting with a pillow over his boner for ages and I knew I just needed
to see if he would take the ultimate bait.  I pretended to fall asleep
cover barely covering myself with the loose blanket.  My hand slipped down
and I could feel my excitement and even gave a few devilishly naughty rubs.

   It was about half an hour later, as I pretended to sleep all the time my
heart racing that he finally worked up the courage to act.  He whispered my
name a few times and then prodded me lightly seeing how deep I was asleep.
I could hear his nervous breaths as he slowly pulled the blanket off me. 
He let gravity do most of the work obviously tying to make it look natural
incase I woke up.

   An intake of breath and a disappointed sigh was all the proof I needed
that he had suddenly seen my brastap as the blanket slipped past my
shoulder.  Through tiny slitted eyes I watched him give up his quest to
strip me, now the reward was diminished he probably thought the risk too
high.

   I rewarded him however by pretending to turn over letting my movement
slip the covers off me exposing my whole underwear covered self from
behind. I bottled it a bit though suddenly too shy to show him my bra
covered chest so I let him see the back of my bra and my panties in their
entirety.  The bra was white and boring but my panties unmatching where
multicolored with pastel stripes running horizontal across them.  They fit
me perfectly but the slightly curled up pose I was in meant that they clung
tightly to my cheeks giving him a perfect view of my bottoms shape.

   My breath caught in my throat and my heart hammered as I let him drink
in the sight of me.  This was the longest I had let the boys see me so far
and I knew he openly was staring from just behind me.  After what felt like
an eternity I turned back over pulling the covers around myself and stirred
myself back to awake.  My eyes darted to his boxers but he still had a
pillow over himself.   -œOh did I fall asleep - I faked calmness but we
where both shaken and buzzing with tension.

   I redressed and went home trying desperately to hatch a plan to see one
of the older boys in a more compromising situation.



   #3 Tie up games

   There were five of us at my own house when I started my next plan.  The
boys had been rough-housing most of the morning as I watched TV pretending
to be uninterested and bored.  Derek and George were there as well as two
skinny boys a year younger than me.  The boys had stripped to their
underwear earlier but I wussed out a few times before taking the plunge.

    -œYou boys have the right idea!  It is way too hot - I protested
loudly trying to act like I didn't care.  I had purposely worn some Jeans
and a long-sleeved top to help with this ruse.  Being at my house I could
have obviously gone and changed into something cooler but still we kept up
the pretense of this being no big deal.

   All eyes were on me, apart from Kevin who I don -(TM)t think had started
to notice girls yet, his tight boxer-briefs wouldn't have hid anything
substantial from me anyway.  Ryan openly started but Derek and George
watched me out of the corner of their eyes or kept glazing my way trying to
play it cool.

   I took my jeans off first, slowly revealing my pure white knickers with
a little red bow and trim.  They were the cutest pair I owned, I was not
wanting to show off my more childish cartoon print ones to the boys.  I was
shaking with excitement as I turned my back to them showing off my cute
knicker covered bottom briefly as I pulled my T-shirt up exposing to them
the back of my matching bra too.  I had slightly padded it witht tissue
that morning but wasn -(TM)t quite ready to reveal that bit yet, I pulled a
light throw around myself as I turned and jumped back on the sofa.  This
was it, I was finally wearing a proper bra in front of the boys, not that I
planned to show it off much but I felt it was important to the next stage
of my plan to get them extra excited.

   My eyes slid across the assembled boys, Ryan was telling Kevin to quit
it, the last thing he wanted to do was continue to wrestle in his current
state of excitement.  Derek and George were pretending to not have been
staring anywhere but at me while sitting crossed leg.

   The next hour flew by as I waited for my opportunity to strike.  The
boys lost interest in me as it was quickly obvious that I was going to stay
covered and didn't even peak my knee out of my sanctuary.  The boys started
roughhousing again as I watched their toned forms jockey for masculine
dominance.  I didn't have any good video games so the boys were bored.  If
not for the forbidden entertainment I provided them they would have
probably left by now.  The small chance of seeing me in my bra and knickers
kept them around.

   Derek left the room to use the bathroom, this was my chance.   -œHey!  I
know a fun game - I said drawing the yes of the other three boys.   -œLets
play kidnapper with Derek when he comes back. - I said grinning.  I tried
to play it off as a spur of the moment idea and not something I had
planned.

    -œWhat? - said Geroge confused by my outburst.  I explained that we
should tie him to the office chair that was in the corner of the room using
the zipties,that had been conveniently left out.  We could even then gag
him with some tape and then mess with him.We could even tickle him as a
funny prank.  The younger boys laughed their heads off at the idea and I
watched George thinking on this.   -œI -(TM)ve even got some craft feathers
in that box - I pointed out pointing to my supplies.

   Finally he smirked.   -œOk you be ready in the doorway to distract him
as he comes in and we -(TM)ll grab him. - he finished.  He whispered
something to the other boys but I assumed it was just the plan and trying
not to let Derek hear.

   The chair was wheeled over near the entrance, the ties and tape were
prepared.  George disappeared off to grab Derek.  I stood up still loosely
wrapped in my makeshift shawl.  My heart hammered at the thought.  Derek
tied to the chair, I would flash him briefly and while gagged he wouldn't
be able to do anything but stay tied up, spread and totally exposed to me.
All in the name of a silly game I would tickle and torure him until I could
see his stiffy.  It might even pop out of his fly!  I was feeling light
headed now as the seconds counted down.

   Derek entered the room smiling with George following behind grinning
like a maniac.   -œNow - he shouted, catching me off guard.  I was pushed
back into the chair that I hadn't even noticed had been put behind me.  The
younger boys before I could react had grabbed my arms and tied them to the
arms.  I screamed as the blanket fell away from me exposing every inch of
my body a part from my cute matching bra and pantises.

    -œWait sto -- - I managed to get out before Geroge put the tape over
my mouth.  Oh no!  This couldn't be happening.  I squirmed but was stuck
fast.  The older boys had frozen staring at my exposed bra.  The younger
boys forced my legs from the curled up position and fastened them to the
side spokes of the chair.  My legs were forced open slightly revealing my
panty covered crotch in it -(TM)s eternity.



   #4 Crossing a line

   Derek entered the room smiling with George following behind grinning
like a maniac.   -œNow - he shouted, catching me off guard.  I was pushed
back into the chair that I hadn't even noticed had been pushed behind me.
The younger boys before I could even react had grabbed my wrists and tied
them to the chair arms.

    -œWait sto -- - I managed to get out before Geroge put the tape over
my mouth.  Oh no!  This couldn't be happening.  I squirmed but was stuck
fast.  I blushed deeply as the younger boys crouched down and forced my
legs from the curled up position and fastened them to the side spokes of
the chair.  My legs were forced open slightly from their action revealing
my panty covered crotch as the loose sheet opened letting the boys get a
close eyefull.

    -œWheel her over there - George grinned as he pointed towards the
other side of the room where the front window and my craft supplies were.
The laughing younger boys started to wheel me backwards away across the
room.  I watched in horror as Derek -(TM)s eyes flitted to my trailing
covering as an idea popped into his head and he purposefully stood on it
letting the momentum do the rest.  I screamed into the tape and fought
against my bonds as the blanket slowly slipped away from me exposing every
inch of my pale naked body covered only by my cute matching bra and
knickers.  The feeling was unreal, light lightening flushing through my
body as totally against my will I was stripped.

   The older boys had frozen staring at my exposed bra, my cheeks were as
red as the little decorative bow that adorned it.  I couldn't believe how
exposed I was as the boys started down at my exposed cleavage, something I
hadn -(TM)t let them see before.  I didn't know if the boys could see the
tissue stuff down but it was already mortifying enough to be exposed like
this.  How had I let this silly little game go so far.

   My hormonal little brain buzzed with confusion as I also flushed with
excitement.  My parted legs exposed my crotch and the white knickers
practically glowed in the bright lights but still gave a slight outline of
my most private petals.  I was so sexually charged I longed to be in my
private room to experiment some more, but instead I was stuck and
displayed.

   I was totally exposed and at the mercy of my cousins.  I had goosebumps
despite the heat of the room, I was hypersensitive to every touch, I could
feel every bead of sweat running down my naked form, the slightly breese
tickled my exposed flesh.

   The game had gone too far but there was no way for me to stop it or
protest as the boys surrounded me with giggles, laughter and lust filling
the atmosphere.  I could only shake my head in protest as they found the
feathers and started to slowly tickle my exposed flesh.  They started tame
by pulling off my little white frilly socks to tickle my feet, but soon
they got more daring running the feathers all over my body.  The touch of
it was unbearable making me scream into the gag and thrash around like mad.

   Under my exposed arms and my bare feet was bad enough letting the boys
oggle me up close as I squirmed around.  My eyes darted to the boys,
remembering my original plan but it seemed only Ryan remained exposed as
Derek and George had put their baggy shorts back on in the madness.  Ryan
was fully lost in the crazy game, not even hiding his stiffy tending his
boxers.  Derek and George now more dressed still showed signs of excitement
but it was hardly fair on me with what I was going through.

   After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, I
was dripping in sweat and totally lost in shame as the feathers continued
to tickle me.  No words were spoken now apart from a few giggles and
laughter as the boys got more and more brave with their tickling.  I closed
my eyes biting my lip as the conflicting emotions crashed through me.

   Feathers then darted randomly all over me, sometimes even up the inside
of my legs, tickling near my most private area.  Others skittered across my
chest sometimes even lightly brushing my cleavage.  My squirming and
thrashing actually allowed their actions to seem like accidents.  For my
own part I was lost to the world, my body -(TM)s movements almost
purposefully letting the feather touch where it shouldn't.  My knickers,
once sweet and innocent, now clung to my sex which was now mortifyingly wet
and swollen from sexual excitement.  A couple of times the feathers
rubbered over my petals causing small mones to slip out but were luckily
absorbed by the gags.

   I was so wound up, but there was no sense of relief possible, honestly I
was so charged right in that moment, if my hand had been free I would have
probably finished myself off within seconds right in front of the boys. 
This teasing and torture continued and my eyes barely opened for a few
seconds at a time before shame flooded back in me as I saw the boys equally
red and flushed faces.

   Then it happened, two strokes of a feather barely brushed my panties and
my body acted on impulse.  Moving my hips I thrust forward, this could
easily have been seen as another action of squirming to the boys.  To my
mortification however I made solid contact.  The wet crotch of my panties
and my blooming flower within touched a fist holding a feather.  My eyes
shot wide open from shock, but my body had already reacted, giving two more
swift gyrations before I could stop myself.  Derek stopped dead pulling his
hand away, we looked at each other for a moment.  I could see from his eyes
and the way he rubbed his hand he could feel my wetness.  I hoped he was
still uneducated in the way of girls and thought it was just sweat.

   Our game came to an end shortly afterwards with Derek wrapping up the
game.  I think we both knew it had gone too far but no dare speak.  Looking
over the boys Ryan had a clear wet spot in the front of his underwear and
the older boys seemed to shift unfortably.

   I was shaking as the boys started to release me.  I ran upstairs after
being cut free, tears streaming down my eyes.  The boys were silent in my
passing.  Both terrified they had upset me and that they might get in
trouble.

   Flushed with mixed emotions I fell on my bed curled up and clutching
myself.  I sobbed and shook and soon found myself exploding after a few
exploratory rubs.  I stripped, redressed and went back down to join the
boys.  My legs still shaking, I felt more drained than after a day of cross
country track.

   The boys quickly apologised, the younger two almost crying but I brushed
it off like it was nothing.  I pretended that we hadn -(TM)t crossed a
line, that it was a silly children's game and I was just the unfortunate
victim.

   My next few weeks of private time was filled with new fantasies and my
craft box playing a key role in acting them out.  However nothing ever came
close to the real thing or the feeling of total helplessness and
humiliation.