Simon Says

I didn't move all night. Curled up on my side facing the door with no duvet or clothes on I was dead to the world. I woke up slowly. Rolling onto my back and stretching my arms above my head as I did so. Day light was leaking through the gaps around my curtains and I glanced at my alarm clock. "Half 7," I muttered to myself, "Really?"

I stayed on my back, my arms above my head tucked under the pillow and my head as I dozed. Still naked I enjoyed the cool breeze washing over my bare skin from the open window that was just next to me. Smiling to myself as I felt my nipples stiffen in the cool air and stand up off my chest. Reaching up with my left hand I gently squeezed my right nipple between my thumb and index finger. Rolling it between them I squeezed and tugged at it until the pulse of pain radiated from it. Grinning I pinched my other one and opened my legs slightly as I toyed with the idea of playing with myself again.

*Tap tap* I heard which snapped me out of my trance and back into reality. I checked my door, but it hadn't been my door that had been tapped on. *Tap tap* again followed by mumbled voices. It was the wall. Morbid curiosity got the better of me and I listened, barely breathing for a couple of seconds I listened to the taboo of my parents having sex, or doing something related that I really didn't want to hear. Various soft exclamations of pleasure and encouragement filled my ears as I just stared at the ceiling. "No way," I muttered to myself as I checked the time again wishing that the walls were thicker as I listened to them.

"Suck me," I heard my Dad say which almost caused me to gag.

"Go down on me," I heard Mum reply, "Then I will."

"Swallow?" Dad asked her.

"If you want," Mum coed back to him.

"Eww eww, no way," I said quietly to myself as I got out of bed, my mood well and truly ruined as images of my parents 69'ing each other violated my mind. I threw a short t-shirt on and went downstairs. There is no way I am listening to my parents perform oral on each other. I made myself a cup of coffee and put on some toast while I sat at the breakfast bar. When the toast was done I applied liberal amounts of butter and sat at the bar again.

I was just finishing the first slice when my brother came downstairs looking less than fresh faced as he would have been out until the early hours of the morning. He would be in work which was why he was up and about so early. "Morning," he said glancing at me.

"Hi," I replied crossing my legs, suddenly aware how short the t-shirt was and how naked I was underneath it.

He saw me cross my legs and smiled at me. I assume he put two and two together, I didn't have any underwear on.

"Mum and Dad not up?" he asked.

"Dad is, hence why I am," I replied using my hand and tongue to simulate a blow job.

"Oh, gross, so glad my room isn't adjoining," he replied as he made himself a drink, "Are you in work today?"

"Yeah, not until 2 though," I said, "Crap shifts all week."

"Oh, unlucky," he replied, "I am half 8 till half 4 today."

"Yeah, crap week, oh well, nice and quiet at least," I said as I finished my second slice of toast.

He fussed around the kitchen for a while as he made his breakfast before sitting on the stool next to me. "I barely recognised you with clothes on," he teased.

"Yeah, funny," I replied sarcastically, "I cant believe I did that," I added. It also occured me that if the batteries in the vibrator had not been dead he wouldn't have seen me naked, but he would have most likely heard me playing with myself. I was not sure which was worse, after some thought I settled on the opinion that being seen naked is less embarrassing than being caught playing with yourself.

"It just didn't register in my head what was happening as you came downstairs," he said.

"A hello, or a warning several steps earlier would have been nice," I replied with a playful smile.

"And where would the fun in that be?" he smiled back at me.

"Ooo yeah, seeing your sister naked, lucky you," I said sarcastically, "How do I compare?" I grinned at him.

"Compare?" he said looking at me with a confused expression.

"Yeah, to others," I replied, but he just looked at me with an expression that I read immediately. "Oh, no way, am I the first girl you have seen naked?"

"Maybe," he said shyly.

"Ooops. I am not sure if that makes it worse or funnier. First girl you see naked is your own sister," I giggled, "Oh my God! You a virgin then?"

"Yeah," he said, his eyes flicking down to my bare legs and back up to my face again.

"Hey, eyes north you perv," I said.

"No undies?" he asked, his eyes again flicking south.

"Nope," I said tugging the hem of the shirt down as far as it would go, "Regretting that decision."

We chatted for a while longer until he had to get sorted for work. As he went upstairs to get dressed I transferred to the living room and sat on the sofa. Tucking my feet up underneath myself I turned on the TV. He went out a while later and at around half 8 Mum came downstairs. "Oh, morning," she said, "You okay?"

"Yeah thanks,"I said, "Good night?"

"Yeah, it was nice," she said as she sorted out some breakfast for herself and came in to join me on the sofa that was opposite. Dad arrived a few minutes later and sat next to her, the look on his face that all guys had when a woman had just sucked their dick. "Mum kissed me with that mouth, so wrong," I said to myself before shaking my head to get the image out of my head.

"Are you in work today?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, 2 till 10 again," I said pulling a sad face, "Two more shifts."

"Lucky you," he said as he finished his breakfast and got up.

He went into the kitchen and clattered around a bit before coming back in. "Have you taken the AA batteries?" he asked me.

"Erm, yeah," I replied, "TV remote needed them," I said thinking quickly. I didn't want to lie and say I hadn't taken them, but I also didn't want to say I had taken them and they were still in my sex toy.

"Again?" he said, "How many batteries does that thing use?" he asked.

I just shrugged, there was no answer to that one really. As an excuse it was a fairly thinly veiled one. TV remotes lasted years, I had been through six batteries in as many weeks, and the TV remote only took two at a time. "Do you mind if I go and get them," he asked, "Need them for drone controller today."

"Oh, erm," I said staring at him with what felt like obvious panic and fear on my face. Not only were the batteries not in my TV remote, but my TV remote took AAA, not even the correct size. I stared at Mum who made eye contact and using some sort of female telepathy instantly read my face and her eyes flashed in realisation.

"Oh, erm, never mind love, I need to nip out anyway, I will get you some more," she said, "Will just get dressed."

"Thank you," I mouthed silently to her. She knew that I had toys, we were really close and we had had all of the talks throughout me growing up.

She just smiled back as she disappeared off upstairs and came back dressed. "Do we need anything else?" she asked.

I went back upstairs and had a shower. I had my lunch and got dressed for work. I hesitated as I remembered that Simon had said no underwear. I reached up behind my back and unclipped my bra. Hesitating for a second longer I shrugged and took it off. Lifting my skirt I stepped out of my panties leaving them on the floor where they fell. Remembering that yesterdays underwear was still in my bag I emptied them out and went to work managing to get a lift off Dad to save me a bus journey.

As was normal work was boring. I felt so stupid sat at work with no underwear on because a random guy had told me not to yesterday. The chances of him even ringing again were so slim, and yet here I was without any bra or panties on. I worked round the corner from a supermarket and on my break I toyed with the idea of nipping out and buying some. The only thing that really stopped me was the cost. Panties were a couple of dollars, but a bra was a fair bit more and I was halfway through my shift anyway.

Joan went for her warehouse visit at the same time as normal and as soon as the door closed I stared at the phone. I laughed at myself and called myself stupid. I shrugged and had a silent word with myself at how foolish I was. I was just finishing my self lecture when the phone rang.

"Good evening, Sophie speaking," I said.

"Hello Sophie," a male voice said, "Do you have any panties on?"

I instantly recognised the voice and felt my tummy skip as I answered. "No," I said, "I do not have any panties on."

"Good girl," he said sounding genuinely impressed, "Do you have a bra on?"

"No," I said, "No underwear."

"Very nice," he said, the sound of how impressed he was carrying through his voice, "How long is your skirt?"

"Just above the knee," I replied.

"Simon says, open your legs," he said, "As wide as you can."

I hesitated for a second, but opened my legs underneath the desk and felt my skirt ride up the outside of my legs as I did so. It was fairly tight fitting, and opening my legs caused it to ride up high enough to reveal my womanly secrets. "Simon says turn around on your chair and face the door," he said.

"Legs open?" I asked knowing the answer.

"Yep," he said.

"What if someone comes in?" I asked.

"Then you get to test your reactions, too slow and someone sees your pussy I guess," he said matter of factly.

I felt my tummy flutter again and felt the rush of warmth run up and down my body. Being caught was a massive turn on, or at least the risk of being caught was a turn on. Actually being caught, as I found out yesterday, was very embarrassing. I slowly turned around on the chair so I was facing the door. I slowly opened my legs and instantly felt so exposed, the view from the door to me was unrestricted, and if anyone came in, or even just looked through the window that was in the door they saw my vagina. "Okay," I said. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and stared at the door and window with unblinking eyes.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Exposed," I replied.

"I bet," he replied, "Is your shirt a button up one?"

"Yeah," I said.

"How many buttons?" he asked.

"Six," I said, "Well seven, but one is already unfastened."

"Unbutton them all for 1 whole minute," he said, "Legs still open and facing the door."

"If someone comes in they see everything," I replied hearing the nerves in my own voice.

"Best hope they don't," he replied matter of factly, "Let me know when they are all unfastened and I will start the timer."

I didn't even consider just lieing and saying I had undone them all. Or even just ending the crazy call and reporting him like I should have done yesterday. Instead I felt my hand reach up and I began to unfasten buttons one at a time. Starting from the bottom I slowly and hesitantly unfastened the six buttons, the final one allowing the shirt to fall open and partially expose my breasts. "Okay," I said.

"Open the shirt," he said.

I complied opening the shirt to fully expose my boobs. "Okay," I said.

"Timer started," he said.

He counted it down in 15 second intervals. As he started to count down from ten I was barely breathing. I was sat in the office with my legs wide open, my skirt hitched right up around my hips giving an unrestricted view of my vagina. My shirt was unbuttoned, and my breasts were also on show. The only warning I would get would be the click of the door handle less than a second before the door opened. If someone looked through the window first I would get no warning at all and whoever it was would see me pretty much naked.

"Do you shave?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, my eyes glued on the window to the door as I expected at any minute a face to appear in it and someone to see me very exposed. Although I was not actually naked, I was still wearing a skirt and a shirt, but my boobs and vagina were clearly visible for anyone who looked.

"Fully?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said again, still staring at the door.

"Underneath as well?" he asked.

"Yeah, I wax, so fully hairless," I replied.

"Cute," he said. "Okay, time is up," he said. The words were barely out of his mouth before my legs were snapped closed and a gathered the shirt up before fastening it again. "Pay attention though, I didn't say Simon says for the unbuttoning of the shirt or opening it," he said.

"Arrr, shit, you didn't," I said annoyed with myself. It was a kids game and the rules were hardly complex. I did wonder for a second if there was a forfeit for doing something when not told to by Simon, but I assumed sitting facing the door with my boobs and pussy on show was forfeit enough. I was wrong.

"Who do you live with?" Simon asked.

"How do you mean?" I answered. I didn't want to be giving personal information out. Honestly though he knew where I worked and what my first name was, so if he was determined it wouldn't be overly difficult.

"Alone? Boyfriend's? Girlfriend's?" he said.

"Parents," I said.

"Siblings?" he asked.

"Yeah, a brother," I replied, "Younger brother."

"How old is he?" Simon asked.

"18," I said.

"May I ask how old you are?" he asked tentatively

"You may, I am 19," I replied.

"I assume you have a coat with you?" he asked to which I said that I did, "Full length?" he asked.

"Knee length," I said.

"As you will be aware doing something not requested by Simon carries a forfeit," he said, "And you did two things."

"One," I corrected.

"Two," he repeated, "You unbuttoned your top, and you then opened it up."

"Hmmm, okay," I said even more disappointed that I had missed that basic requirement, twice.

"When you go home, you forfeit your top and your skirt," he said.

"No way," I said, "I have no underwear on remember?"

"Your coat is longer than your skirt," he reasoned, "The coat fastens?"

"Yeah the coat fastens," I replied, "That is hardly the point though. Being in public with no underwear on is not an offence Being in public wearing just a coat I am fairly sure is."

"So keep it fastened," he replied.

I looked at my coat that was hung up and down at myself again as I considered the request. I felt my heart skip a beat as I played out the forfeit in my mind. I was catching the bus home, and the thought of being on a bus wearing just a coat was more than a little exciting. The danger of being caught was a massive turn on although the thought of actually being caught was terrifying. "Okay," I said.

"Who will be in when you get home?" he asked.

Oh wow, I hadn't thought of that, Once I was home, assuming I had not been arrested by then, I would be going back into my house wearing just a coat. My usual routine was to say hello to whoever was on the sofa, fuss the dog, take my coat off and go and get a drink. Taking my coat off would give whoever was there an eye full, and sitting with them having a drink would be weird if I was doing it just wearing my shoes. "Everyone will be in," I said.

"Best be careful then," he said, the tone of his voice carrying his smile.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Simon says to come in tomorrow just wearing the coat, get dressed while there. You can wear underwear tomorrow," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

"I will ring then, same time," he said, "Best get some work done," he added as he hung up.

He hung up and I sat there for a few seconds a little dazed as to what had happened. I had just agreed to go home and come back in tomorrow with nothing on except a coat. I didn't have to do it, but the wetness between my legs indicated that I would be.

Joan came back into the office to find me sat at my desk as though nothing had happened. She didn't know that I was practically creaming myself as I sat there. It took all of my self control to keep my hands above the desk and not finger myself there and then. I was so turned on and horny and the remaining 2 hours were so slow as I planned my journey home in my head and how I would get into my own house and maintain dignity.

As it happens getting into my house would not be an issue as my phone flashed up a message and it was Hanna who was my best mate. We had known each other for as long as I can remember, and although we now go to different Universities we were very close and saw each other as much as we could. Although neither of us would consider ourselves gay or even bisexual she was my first kiss, and was the first person to go down on me. Likewise, I was her first kiss, and I was the first person to go down on her as well. Curious I guess I would label us if we had to label, but we were just friends who on occasion slept together.

I filled her in via text messages over the next hour about my current state of affairs. Most of her replies were "No way," or "No fucking way".

Sophie - So, erm, yeah, the last "Simon says" today is to go home just wearing a coat.

Hanna - Naked?

Sophie - Yeah, :-\

Hanna - Wow. You gonna do it?

Sophie - Dunno

Hanna - How long is your coat?

Sophie - Knee length, it is just my normal black one.

Hanna - Full zip?

Sophie - Yeah

"Put the phone down," Joan snapped as she caught me texting.

"Erm, yeah sorry," I said as I quickly put it face down on the desk to hide the screen and did some work.

As Joan sat down I tentatively tapped at my phone and read her last message

Hanna - Just me in here. Everyone else is out. Go on, dare ya

That pretty much sealed it. I was still practically wetting myself anyway I was so turned on. The thought of going on a bus with just a coat on was making my head go fuzzy and a little light headed with excitement.

Sophie - Okay.

Finally the day ended and I grabbed my coat. I didn't put it on I went to the bathroom and into a cubicle. Removing my shirt and skirt I stood naked for a second as I considered wimping out, but slipped the coat on and fastened it. It was a zip up coat so was fairly secure so there was not much danger of any accidents. I neatly folded my skirt and top and placed them into my bag moving my bus pass to the top so it was easy to get to when I needed it.

I checked myself in the mirror, a girl stood wearing a coat was what looked back at me. With no prior knowledge there was no indication that I was as naked as the day I was born underneath it. I left the bathroom and headed to Hanna's before I could talk myself out of this madness.

Hyper aware of every small breeze and ripple of wind as I stood at the bus stop waiting for my bus, the cool night air licking up between my legs and lapped across the bare flesh underneath.

I caught the bus that went closest to Hanna's house and tapped on the door. I heard her get up and opened the door for me. It was unlocked and I had been told previously to just go in, no need to knock, but it just felt weird going into someone else's house without knocking. "So?" she said as she eyed me up and down as she let me in. I just nodded and grinned at her. "Oh no way, you naked?" she asked grinning widely.

"Uh hu," I said nodding my head again, "Even a still night is terrifying with every tiny breeze."

"I bet," she said, "No one see I assume?"

"Not that I know of," I replied, "Never have I kept my legs so tightly closed on a bus."

"Ha, I bet," she grinned, "Go on then, take it off."

"Just you in?" I asked to which she just nodded.

I slowly unzipped the coat using my free hand to hold it together. She stared at the join as she tried to catch a glimpse. I think she was half expecting me to have a skirt on, or at least some underwear, but I didn't even have any with me to put on even if I had wanted to. I opened the coat and shrugged it off my shoulders and hung it on the bottom of the stairs as her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She has seen me naked loads of times. In addition to sleeping together, we also change together at swimming and the gym, and also when sleeping over at each others houses so we have no secrets, but still, standing in someone else's front room as naked as the day you were born still gets the heart going a little.