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 �>�The Storm by jastes22

   Part 1: Locked Out - Tris resorts to desperate measures to get out of a
storm.

   Rain crashed outside, the thick droplets of water like angry pellets
smashing into the driveway.  Just a typical midwestern summer rainstorm
with the howling wind and thunder as the storm -(TM)s welcome cronies.

   I stared from the window of my car to the front door just a few hundred
feet away, though it might as well been a million miles.  I would pull into
the garage, but it was busted and wasn -(TM)t going to be fixed for the
next couple of days.  I had to get out of the car and run to the front
door.

   I just hated the feeling of rainwater dripping down my skin.

   I looked up and down the driveway, trying to plot the shortest path. 
There was just a single car in the driveway -"Carly's -"but it was parked
awkwardly on the driveway so I couldn -(TM)t pull in any closer than the
curb.

   I swallowed, threw open the door, and bolted outside.  I cut through the
yard, mud sloshing beneath my shoes.  Rainwater crawled down my hair, back,
and chest, completely drenching me in seconds.

   I climbed up the partially covered front porch, breathing a sigh of
relief, but still feeling really gross.  I needed a hot shower right now. I
pulled my wet hair off my neck and twisted the knob.

   Locked.  Why was it locked?  We lived in a good neighborhood and Carly
was home, I thought.  The lights were on, even.  I rang the doorbell
several times, but there was no answer.  Maybe she left with a friend and
forgot to turn off the lights.  I rolled my eyes, promising myself to kill
her after this.

   The porch didn -(TM)t provide much cover, and only from rain coming
straight down, so my back and legs were still getting pelted with
rainwater. I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself.  What was I
supposed to do?  I couldn -(TM)t just wait out here for Carly to get back.

   Maybe the backdoor was open?  We didn -(TM)t often lock it, but even if
it was open, it would still mean going back into the downpour.

   Unfortunately, I couldn -(TM)t think of any better options.

   I stepped off the porch and ran as fast as I could down the side of the
house to the backyard.  The rain was coming down even harder, if possible,
and the dark storm clouds made it nearly impossible to see where I was
going, and the thick globs of mud splashed on my shins and legs as I ran.

   Suddenly, I was on the ground.  I groaned, my head throbbing angrily
from my fall.  Mud covered my body, seeping through my clothes and down my
socks.  I pushed myself up on my feet, but I didn -(TM)t bother to run,
instead deciding to go slower to not fall and just accept that the storm
had beaten me.

   I climbed onto the back patio, which was uncovered, and reached for the
doorknob.  I hesitated though.  I was filthy, and Mom had just had the
house cleaned -"she'd kill me if I tracked mud all over the floor.

   Still, I needed to go inside now and shower, or else I was going to go
crazy.  It felt like there were bugs crawling down my shirt, and the mud
all over me made me feel so gross.

   An idea, a way that I could go inside without my dirty clothes getting
everywhere.  I pulled off my shoes and peeled off my sopping socks.  I put
them aside on the patio.

   I hadn -(TM)t realized how cold it really was until I was barefoot.  My
feet were freezing.

   I hurried to pull off my shirt, shuddering at the sensation of water
dripping on my bra.  Trembling from the cold, my fingers pulled on my
jeans, tugging them to my knees.  They caught on my shins, and I bent down
to pull them off.

    -�Tris? -�

   I shrieked, nearly falling on the patio.  Damien, Carly -(TM)s
boyfriend, stood at the threshold of the door.  He looked me up and down,
surprisingly pleased with the fact that I was half-naked.   -�What are you
doing? -�

   I blushed, wrapping my arms around my stomach.  I suppressed a whimper
as his eyes fell on my legs.  Long and slender, they were my best
attribute, but also the one I was most self-conscious about, ironically. 
The fact that I had absolutely nothing covering my legs made me feel so
exposed.

    -�Where -(TM)s Carly? -� I asked, trying to change the topic.  The fact
that Damien was inside, clothed and warmed, compared to my state of undress
and in the rain, made me feel insignificant and powerless.

    -�She, John, and Mary had to grab something from the store.  It -(TM)s
a double date, and we -(TM)re making cookies, -� he said.   -�Why are you
taking off your clothes? -� He wasn -(TM)t going to let me change the
subject that easily.

    -�I fell in the mud.  I didn -(TM)t want to go inside with dirty
clothes, so I figured -" -�

    -�Might as well take everything off, -� he said.

    -�What? -�

   He shrugged.   -�Well, your panties and bra are pretty muddy, too.  You
should probably take them off. -�

   I gawked at him.  I wasn -(TM)t going to strip entirely naked in front
of my sister -(TM)s boyfriend!

    -�Just get me a towel or something that I can wrap myself in! -�

    -�Hmm...See, then you -(TM)d get the towel all wet.  Best that you just
take everything off now.  Otherwise, I don -(TM)t think I can let you in.
-�

   Crap.  He had me trapped, and he knew it.  I couldn -(TM)t sneak past
him, and he wouldn -(TM)t let me in unless I showed everything.  I
desperately wanted to get out of the rain.

    -�I -(TM)ll tell Carly. -�

    -�No, you won -(TM)t.  Admit that you were streaking in the rain?  You
would never hear the end of it from her -�

   He was right.  I couldn -(TM)t tell Carly, nor could I tell my parents.
I sighed.  I didn -(TM)t have a choice, did I?

   I turned around and undid my bra.  I let it fall off my shoulders and
then deposited it on the ground with the rest of my clothes, making sure I
didn -(TM)t turn much so Damien couldn -(TM)t see my tits.

    -�Good.  Now your panties. -�

   I swallowed and hooked my fingers into my panties and pulled them down.
The fact that they were soaked made them roll up and cling to my skin,
which meant I had to bend over for longer, displaying everything to Damien.
I just hoped it was dark enough that he couldn -(TM)t see much.  The
entirety of my crack became visible to his eyes.  Even though he couldn
-(TM)t see, I place a hand over my pussy, the sensation of rain hitting my
bare crotch oddly stimulating.  My legs were starting to feel weak.

    -�You know, I have to say, Tris, watching a girl strip is so much
sexier in the rain. -�

    -�Okay, you -(TM)ve had your fun.  Go somewhere else so I can come
inside. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not going anywhere, Tris.  Besides, I saw you out there from
the upstairs window.  You were so quick to start stripping, I think you
wanted something like this to happen. -�

    -�You were watching? -�

    -�Sure.  You -(TM)ve got a great bod.  Anyways, turn around. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not doing that! -�

    -�Sure, you are.  You -(TM)re going to turn around and wring the water
from your hair.  Can -(TM)t have your wet hair dripping everywhere, either.
-�

   I kept my hand on my crotch and put my other over my tits.  Slowly, I
turned to face him.  His eyes greedily drank me in, looking me up and down.
I swallowed nervously and then reached up with both of my hands to grab my
hair.

   My whole body on display now, dripping wet with the rain, I twisted my
hair, wringing out as much water as I could.  I stood there for what felt
like several minutes trying to get my hair dry, but it was impossible in
the downpour.  I realized that Damien knew it would be pointless and was
enjoying the show of me with my hands on my head.

    -�Damien... -�

   He shook his head.   -�Hair is still wet.  You can -(TM)t come in. -�

    -�Come on!  Let me in!  I just want to take a shower! -�

    -�Tell you what.  I -(TM)ll let you come in if you let me pat you down
with a towel. -�

   Crap.  Just the thought of him touching me all over -"even with a towel
-"made me want to cringe.  But the repulsion I felt was not enough to
overcome my desire to get inside as quickly as I possibly could.   -�Fine.
But no skin contact! -�

   He chuckled.   -�Of course. -� He stepped aside and I hurried in, not
even trying to cover myself.  I sighed in relief as the warm heated air of
the house enveloped me.  The change in setting, though, was enough for my
brain to remind me that I was very, very naked.  I blushed and wrapped my
arms around myself again.

   Damien looked me up and down again, not even trying to hide his leering.
 -�Good.  Just stand there while I grab a towel. -�

   I whimpered and watched him disappear around the hall up the stairs.  I
stood there, a little puddle of water gathering around me.  What was taking
him so long?  I thought about running, but where could I go?  I couldn
-(TM)t go outside, and Damien would be able to corner me anywhere I went.
Best to just go along and let him have his fun, and then I could take my
shower.

   He turned the corner and grinned at the sight of me waiting.   -�Sorry.
It took me a minute to find the towels up in the bathroom.  You ready? -�

   I wasn -(TM)t sure how he wanted me to respond to that.

    -�I -(TM)ll need you to put your hands down so I can get to everything.
-�

   I groaned.  Could he possibly make this any worse?

    -�Hey, no use in complaining to me. -�

   Trying to put my hands down felt like trying to shove a beach ball
underwater, but eventually I got my hands down to my sides.  I could feel
my crotch getting warm, with just a slight dampness between my legs.

   Instead of starting right away, he just stood there for a moment,
admiring my naked body completely on display for his viewing pleasure.  I
squirmed, wishing he would just start.  I hoped he couldn -(TM)t see the
wetness that I was feeling in between my legs.  The fact that he was my
sister -(TM)s boyfriend made this whole experience seem even more
forbidden, which only served to heighten the excitement fluttering in my
chest.  He started to step towards me, and suddenly it was hard to breathe.

   True to his word, he didn -(TM)t touch me with his hands, but he made
sure to give my chest a good pat down with the towel, and then ran down my
stomach, arms, and legs.  He made sure to get very close to my crotch as he
knelt down to reach my feet, getting eye-level with my pussy and pausing
for a moment before moving on.  He put his hand in between my legs, his
fingers just grazing the insides of my leg as he reached for the towel on
the other side.  He pulled up with the towel, effectively giving me a
wedgie.  I moaned softly at the pressure he placed on my crotch.

    -�O-okay.  T-that -(TM)s enough.  I -(TM)m dry now. -�

    -�Not quite.  You still got some water in your mound there.  Let me
just... -� Without warning, he stuck a finger in my pussy, making a
scooping motion to capture the  -�wetness -� inside.  I moaned and nearly
collapsed on top of him, putting my hands on his back to steady myself. 
The pleasure in my crotch was so great I couldn -(TM)t even form words to
berate him for violating the  -�no skin contact" rule.

   He pulled out and stood up, grabbing my hands to keep me from falling.
He grinned, looking me up and down.   -�Good.  You were great, Tris.  All
dry now. -� He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which made me
shudder.  Somehow, that brief moment of tenderness felt more stimulating
than anything else that had just happened.

    -�I -(TM)ll grab your clothes from outside and put them in the
washer/dryer.  You go ahead and shower. -�

   Damien walked me to the front of the stairs, and I stumbled/crawled up,
hardly trying to cover myself and knowing that he was getting a full view
of my butt.

   I twisted the doorknob to the bathroom.

   Locked.

   Panic.  Damien had locked the door to leave me stranded and naked out in
the hallway!  I turned to my room next to the bathroom.  At least I could
put on some dry clothes.

   Locked again.  I groaned, realizing my torment hadn -(TM)t quite
finished.

   Coming out of the laundry room, he looked me up and down again and
grinned.   -�Sorry, Tris.  I -(TM)ve got a key around here somewhere, but I
-(TM)m not sure where it is.  Looks like you -(TM)ll just have to stay like
that for the rest of the night. -� A pause.  Outside a front window we
could the lights of a car pulling up onto the curb.   -�Look!  Carly -(TM)s
back!  I -(TM)m sure she and the other have some ideas of some games we can
play for the rest of the night.  It is only 8:00.  We -(TM)ve got the whole
night ahead of us. -�



   The Storm: Part 2 - Fun and Games

   Tris' sister and her friends join in on Tris' embarrassment.

   "Give me the keys!" I hissed.

   Damien shrugged.  "I don't know where they are.  Besides, it looks like
you're enjoying this."

   I was too angry at this point to blush, knowing that he was referring to
the wetness between my legs.  To make matters worse I could feel myself
growing weak in the legs, too, a feeling that horrified me.  No way I was
enjoying this.  I couldn't possibly admit that.  "They're going to see me
naked!  My baby sister and her friends are going to see me naked!"

   There was a knock at the door.  I squeaked and pushed past Damien, my
crotch rubbing against his legs.  It was just a moment, but the proximity
of my naked crotch against his clothed body made my breath hitch.  I
hobbled downstairs, trying not to fall, and onto the main floor.  On either
side of the door was a small window where people from the outside could
look in.

   I could see Carly looking in, probably looking for Damien.  With the
rain, it was still dark, but I could see two others, Sally and John,
hurrying behind to her to get to shelter.

   My eyes locked with hers, and they widened at the sight of me, naked,
fleeing the scene.

   I groaned and ran towards the basement door, not even caring that the
entirety of my backside was exposed to my sister's eyes.  I flew the door
open and fled down the stairs.  I pushed past the ping-pong table and
jumped on the couch, pulling in as many pillows as I could to cover me.

   My only hope was that Carly believed she had just imagined me and that
Damien would leave me alone until at least Sally and John were gone.  Or
maybe Carly would get angry at the thought of me being naked with her
boyfriend that she would fixate her attention on Damien.

   I could hear them talking.  A pause.  Laughter.  Then the pattering of
feet going down the stairs.

   I groaned as the four of them turned the corner and surrounded me.  
-�Wow, I didn -(TM)t actually believe you, -� John said.

   I blushed deeply.  John and Sally were my sister -(TM)s age, and I didn
-(TM)t know them well, but the fact that they were psuedo-strangers made my
nudity even worse.  The pillows covered me somewhat, but the slightest
shift could make everything fall.

   Carly giggled.   -�What are you doing naked, Trissie? -�

   I glared at her.  It was easier to be angry than completely humiliated
and embarrassed.   -�Ask your boyfriend. -�

    -�Oh, he already told me how you were practically begging him to throw
off all your clothes.  If I had known all it took was a little storm to get
you out of your clothes, I would -(TM)ve pushed you outside in a storm ages
ago. -�

   I didn -(TM)t say anything, deciding it was best not to give them more
ammo to embarass me.

    -�Well, I told Tris she could play some games with us, -� Damien said.
-�What do you want to play, Tris? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t --want to --play, -� I said.

    -�Sure you do! -� Sally said.  She grabbed a pillow near my chest and
threw it aside.  I shrieked and threw my hands over my chest.  The others
started to grab at my other pillows, and with my hands occupied with giving
me a shred of modesty, I couldn -(TM)t do anything to stop them from taking
every pillow until I sat there, curled up in a naked ball, my hands over my
privates.

    -�Let -(TM)s play ping-pong! -� Carly said.   -�First to eleven. 
Everyone will play Tris once.  For every game she loses, she has to do ten
jumping jacks. -� I groaned as they pulled me off the couch and tore my
hands away from my body.  A paddle was placed in my hand.  John took his
place across from me while the others sat on the couch behind me.

   John was obviously distracted by my swaying tits, but I didn -(TM)t fare
much better, knowing that three sets of eyes were burning holes in my butt
and back.  As we played, I tried to keep my hands near my body, but it made
it much more difficult to play well, and I lost quickly to him.

   Sally took his place.  Reluctantly, I allowed myself to use my arms
more, at the sacrifice of cover.  Sally wasn -(TM)t as good of a player as
John, but her giggles every time I reached over the table or missed a point
were infuriating, and it was hard to focus.  She clapped her hands as she
scored the winning point.

   Carly was next.  She blatantly looked me up and down, grinning at my
grimaces.  Every movement of mine felt so foreign and stimulating.  I was
playing a sport, a sport done with clothes, very, very naked.  So much for
my hope that her anger with Damien would be stronger than her desire to
embarrass me.  Despair was building up in me, and I could hardly stop her
onslaught.

   30 jumping jacks.

   Finally, it was Damien -(TM)s turn.  Oh, I wanted to bang my paddle
against his head so much.  I focused on my anger, and pulled through. 
10-10.  I just needed one more point.  30 humping jacks or not, beating
Damien would be the greatest victory.

   He hit the ball perfectly to me.  I was prepared to hit it just as the
perfect angle so he wouldn -(TM)t be able to stop it, and I -(TM)d win.

   I felt a sharp pinch in my butt cheek.  I yelped, and my paddle missed
the ball completely.

    -�Hey! -� I shouted.  I turned around just as Carly pulled away her
hand.   -�Sorry.  Just couldn -(TM)t resist.  You have the perfect tush,
sis. -� She reached around and patted my butt.   -�So, I believe that
-(TM)s forty jumping jacks. -�

    -�Actually, Carly, since she lost every single game, I think we should
tack on ten more.  Make it an even fifty, -� Damien said.

    -�Sounds good to me, -� Carly said.

   I groaned.   -�Come on -- -�

    -�No use in complaining, sis. -�

   A strange feeling of submission overcame me as my feet guided me to the
center of the room.  I started to jump, whimpering at how much my tits
moved with each jump.  Even worse, I could feel my legs spreading and my
pussy opening up just so slightly with each jump.

   I counted under my breath, but soon the others joined in on the count,
their voices getting louder with each number.

    -�Look at her nipples! -� Sally said.   -�They -(TM)re hard! -�

   I held in a sob.  Sally was right -"my tits were undeniably erect, and
the wetness in my legs was growing, and I knew they could see it.  I hit
twenty-five, and I had to stop for fear of my legs giving out.

    -�Go on, Tris, -� Carly said, knowing exactly what was happening.  
-�You still got halfway to go.  In fact, why don -(TM)t you turn around so
we can get a better look at that tush of yours?

   I groaned at the idea of my sister dictating my humiliation, but I was
grateful to be able to hide my erect tits and wet pussy.  I turned and
continued to jump.  I could hear them laughing and giggling about how much
my butt jiggled with each jump, and I was grateful my red face was hidden.

   I was completely dry from the storm, but now my body started to sweat, a
sensation even more stimulating when experienced naked.

   As I finished, I didn -(TM)t even ask for permission to curl up into a
ball on the floor.

    -�There, -� Carly said.   -�That wasn -(TM)t too hard, was it? -� She
turned to the others.   -�What game should we play next? -�