The weekend. Two days 'off' under our mother's scrutiny. Two days to contemplate the week before. To mentally relive it.
All my trepidation had gone. I loved it all. Loved showing my body. Loved hearing them talk about me as if I wasn't there. Loved being told what to do. Loved the hunger in their eyes. Love that their eyes never leave my body, never get tired of the view.
Paul worried me a little, but after the warning the others gave him I felt a lot happier about him too.
I wasn't totally naive. I knew where this was inexorably leading. I wouldn't say I was totally comfortable with it, rather I was resigned to it and knew deep down I didn't have the inner strength to stop it.
The weekend dragged by. By Sunday I was like a kid before Christmas. School on Monday was tedious. But finally I was home on Monday evening and ready to go.
My wardrobe was still full. Kevin had returned all my clothes for the weekend, and clearly felt he no longer needed to hide them. We were past such pretences.
There was a large plastic bag on my bed; I assumed my outfit for the evening. Evidently the boys had been shopping over the weekend.
There was a pair of leather boots. They would come to just below knee height and zip tight to my calves. They had a 2 inch heel, wide enough that I wouldn't have too much difficulty walking in them.
Next there was a black thong. It was the smallest piece of underwear I had ever worn. Just a wisp of fabric at the front and a few strings.
The third item was a bra. It was black leather, like the boots. And had a lot of padding. I was surprised to see it. They had been making me go braless, so it seemed inconsistent.
When I put it on I understood. It was a push up bra! I didn't even know they made push up bras for breasts as big as mine. It pushed my breasts up and forward, creating an enormous cleavage. Because of the padding, it looked like a full bra, overflowing abundantly. But in reality it only just covered my nipples. I had just started getting used to having big boobs, but this bra made me seem like something from a cartoon. Once the initial shock wore off, I thought about the effect it would have on the boys, and realised I loved it.
The last things in the bag was black eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick. I put the makeup on, going heavy on the eye liner. Then sat on my bed and waited for the boys to come home.
I didn't wait to be called down, as soon as I heard the front door I left my bedroom. The boys must have heard my boot clicking on the hardwood floor of the corridor, because they were all looking up expectantly when I reached the top of the stairs and proudly came down towards them.
"I will never got tired of those fucking tits," Justin said as I came towards them.
"I told you she'd look good in the push up bra," Bobby replied. "You guys were all 'No bra, never let her wear a bra.'"
"Yeah, you got it right, Bobby. Good call."
I had reached the bottom of the stairs and was stood before them, listening and waiting while they talked about my body.
Frank held a finger in the air and rotated it. "Turn around slowly, hands on your head," he said. "Let's us have a good look at you."
I was conscious that my back was all but naked. Just the straps of my bra, and the thin string of my thong breaking the clean sweep of my flesh.
"I could lose myself in that arse," Paul said.
"Yeah, if her tits weren't so spectacular," Bobby replied.
I completed the 360 degree turn and was about to stop when Frank interjected.
"Keep going," he said. "Until you've got your back to us."
When I was in the desired position he said, "Hands on the floor. Flat on the floor."
I bend forward, remembering to keep my knees locked, legs straight. I'm reasonably flexible, but with the extra two inches the heels gave me. Along with the ballast of the push up bra, my breasts against my legs made the position a challenge.
I held the pose, my legs straight, my bum high. I felt a hand running over my taught left cheek; Frank's. I flinched; it was the first time anyone had touched me. But I returned to the position. He ran his hand up and down my left cheek and thigh. It took all my will power, but I remained still under his ministrations. He gave my bum a light slap, then the command. "Into the lounge."
I stood and walked to the lounge, the boys close behind.
In the front room, they'd moved all the furniture out of the way. It was a big space; lounge and dining in one. Without the furniture it was massive. There were 5 dining chairs around the edge facing into the centre. They all moved into the room and sat in one each. They hadn't put out a 6th chair for me, so I went to the centre of the circle and stood ready for my next instruction. The boys spread equally around me. I was facing Frank. It seemed to be his turn to issue the orders today.
"Fold your arms behind your back, so your hands are holding your elbows," Frank said.
The position pulled my shoulders back, pushing my already over accentuated breasts, in their push up bra, forward.
"Always fold your arms behind your back when you're standing," he added. "That's a new rule. How many rules is that now?"
I don't think the question was directed at me, but when nobody else responded I said "three."
"List them."
"I must bend at the waist, keeping my knees straight. I will always stand with my arms folded behind my back. I will do whatever any of you tell me to do."
"That's right. Good girl. We'll be adding more rules. Make sure you keep track. In fact, give us the full list when we add a new rule."
"I have 4 rules," I replied. "List all the rules when a new one is added. Bend at the waist, keeping my knees straight. I will always stand with my arms folded behind my back. I will do whatever any of you order me to do."
He nodded approval. I don't think it occurred to him that adding the listing rule would trigger the list.
"On your hands and knees, slowly crawl to me. But with big strides."
I reached my left arm as far forward as I could, and bought my right knee right up to the leather cup of my bra. Then eased my way forward into the slow crawl.
"Oh man, I've died and gone to heaven," my brother said from his chair slightly off being directly behind me.
It took me 3 full strides for me to reach Kevin's chair.
"Keep going round the circle, until you get back to me."
I started my slow crawl clockwise towards Bobby. Kevin's dropped his hand onto my neck. He let it run down my back, and onto my bum as I moved underneath it.
He kept his hand on my left cheek until it was level with his left knee. Then he lifted it off, only for it to return a moment later with a loud smack.
It stung a little, though it wasn't a hard spank. But the shock of it resonated through my body straight to my clit.
When I reached Bobby, he did the same as Frank; letting his hand run from my neck down my body. I was expecting the spank this time. But the impact still made me jump.
Kevin was next in the circle. I was anticipating each spank with a strange sense of excitement. Kevin's hand came down harder than Bobby or Frank's. The impact stung and made me yelp. My yelp made the boys chuckled.
By the time I made it round the circle, back to Frank my left cheek was glowed with heat.
I stopped next to Frank.
"Back around," he said. "But the other way."
I turned around and started the anti-clockwise loop. Frank let me go unmolested until I was nearly past him. Then at the last moment he bought his hand down hard on my fresh right cheek.
I yelped again at the sting, much to the delight of my audience.
Paul was the next in line going anti-clockwise. His hand explored my body more liberally. He ran it over my back, across my flank, down the outside of my thigh, before delivering another hard spank to the same spot on my right cheek Frank had hit.
The other 3 boys followed Paul's lead; their hands explored my young flesh. Each finishing with a solid spank my right cheek.
By the time I'd completed the loop, my right cheek was hot and tender.
I stopped in front of Frank, side on, ready for his next order. He ran his hand over my burning cheek, down my thigh, over my belly. He was in no rush.
"You're going to go around one more time," he said. "Which way do you want to go?"
I didn't want my right cheek to take any more abuse; "Clockwise," I replied.
