A short story I wrote recently. All characters are eighteen or over. I tried harder to correct the grammar this time- feedback is welcome -even when you're mean.
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"J-Johnny? Can you come in here for a minute?" His little sister Mary's sweet, high-pitched voice came from just beyond the door to the room where he and his friends sat watching TV.
"We're in here, Mary. You can come in. It's just Kate and Cindy." His two cute neighbors glared at him as if affronted by the 'Just' comment.
Johnny smiled. They'd all known each other forever, but as Johnny had matured into a handsome, fit nineteen-year-old, their interest in him had changed, and they did not hide their growing sexual interest in their cute next-door neighbor.
Mary was always hesitant to interrupt him when he was with his friends. Theirs was a strict household, and Papa's punishments for disobedience were not to be taken lightly. Even in his absence, Mary was not keen to commit even so minor a transgression as annoying her older brother, knowing that Papa had given him full authority over her and the household while he was traveling.
Johnny could hear her shuffling about nervously behind the door, so he decided to take a firmer tone with his timid sister. He was also eager to show off a little; his status as temporary head of the house probably granted him less authority than he thought, but this was the first time Papa had left him in charge rather than have someone come stay with them, so he was keen to
Exercise whatever authority he could.
"Mary," he said in a mock-stern voice, "Come in here now and tell me what you want!" He grinned at the tone of authority he had managed and looked over to read the girl's impression. Their smiles suggested he'd hit the proper phrasing with his timid sister. They knew Mary, of course, but never really became close friends. Kate and Cindy were beautiful, athletic, and popular. Mary was shy, bookish, and reserved.
There was more shuffling, and a few seconds passed before she spoke again, stammering another plea. "Ah- Johnny, C-could you P-lease just come here?" She sounded scared, but Johnny thought she might be nervous about the girls, so he tried a third time.
"Mary! While I'm in charge, you need to do what I say! Now, come here!" He beamed as the two girls raised their eyebrows in admiration. Kate and Mary were generally friendly but didn't pass up the occasional opportunity to tease their crush's younger sister.
"It's OK. We won't bite!" giggled Kate.
After a brief pause, Mary entered the living room. Her head was down, arms dangling limply at her side as she shuffled the few steps needed to place her before the three seated teens.
Kate and Mary spotted it first and let out almost simultaneous gasps of surprise. Johnny was a few seconds late but soon understood why Mary was reluctant to come in.
Mary stood before them, dressed in casual weekend attire. Form-fitting, faded jeans, scuffed sneakers, and a tight pink, strappy blouse that emphasized her modestly large breasts. It was the dark, wet stain spreading out from the vee of her crotch that was drawing their attention. Mary had peed in her pants.
"I- I had an Oopsie," Mary stammered out, "I mean an accident," quickly correcting the childish description her Papa frequently employed on such occasions. The dark stain had spread to mid-thigh and was almost to her knees, the tightness of the garment making patches of wetness glint in the light. Mary looked up pleadingly, face red with embarrassment as she put both hands to her crotch, then lifted and withdrew the now wet hands, which she wiped quickly on the dry sides of her soiled clothes.
Kate and Cindy didn't mean to, but seeing the poor girl made them laugh, bringing tears to poor Mary's eyes. Johnny could not help but smile at his sister's predicament but had the presence of mind not to giggle, knowing how embarrassed she was.
Mary had struggled with this problem for a while, something unknown outside the family- at least not until now. Papa had tried various punishments and disincentives. Spanking her, making her stand in the corner in a diaper, and then completely naked. He'd even attempted getting Johnny involved, thinking maybe a bare-butt spanking from her older brother would work.
Johnny, for his part, was too embarrassed to admit that seeing his sister naked, spanking her bare bottom, or attending her occasional baths was very arousing. He had had to hide his erection on more than one occasion.
"Papa isn't here, Johnny. Who's going to give me my bath? You're in charge now." She looked tearfully at her older brother, hoping he would be like Papa and just take charge of the situation, telling her what to do so she could be a good girl. If Kate and Cindy hadn't been here, he would undoubtedly have taken on the task. Still, he was now too embarrassed and just stared blankly at her for a few seconds, making her tear up even further.
Her comment took Kate and Cindy entirely by surprise. Did she just admit that her Papa bathed her when she wet her pants? Did she expect her brother to do that? 'Oh my god,' they thought. Had Johnny washed his sister before?
Johnny was trying to gauge Kate and Cindy's reaction to the situation. Would they think he was a pervert? Would they be disgusted? The two girls looked expectantly between brother and sister, waiting to see how this played out. They were fascinated.
"Please, Johnny? I'll be quick, I swear. I'll do all the work. You just have to watch." This comment sent the two girls into a frenzy of internal speculation, wondering what kind of kinky shit was happening regularly at the Adams household! They didn't know they shared the fantasy, but both girls began wondering just what it would be like to have Johnny bathe them, and the idea was not at all without its charms.
Three sets of eyes looked expectantly at the newly minted Head of Household as they awaited his sage decision. He was delighted to be the center of their attention but saw his responsibilities come with consequences. If Papa found out about Mary's accident and discovered he had not carried out the appropriate punishments, he'd be in trouble. Mary might never forgive him if he let Kate and Cindy in on their family secrets.
He was rolling around his options when Mary surprised them by asking, "C-Could Kate and Cindy give me a bath, Johnny? Please?"
The decision was taken away a moment later when Kate piped up, grinning wildly at the suggestion, and said,
"We'll do it!"
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Cindy nodded vigorously, approving the suggestion, and before Johnny could say anything, added,
"Go ahead and finish the movie- I've seen it anyway. The butler did it!"
She grinned, and with a compliant Mary in tow, the two took the wet girl up the stairway.
"We can use her room to change her," said Kate. Cindy nodded, stopping briefly at the hall closet to grab a few towels before they entered the room and closed the door behind them.
Cindy spread a towel across the bottom of Mary's plush, pink-sheeted bed. This was the first time they'd ever been in her room, and they were surprised by its' distinctly feminine vibe. Pinks and Whites, Lace and Candles, The requisite boy-band poster, a few academic trophies, and a rather impressively full bookshelf. Evidently, Mary spent more time reading than partying.
"Papa helps me change when I have an... Accident," she spoke the word slowly as if it had not been her first choice. Mary looked sheepishly at the two for guidance. Cindy wasted no time by gently pushing Mary back onto the bed, bending down, and removing Mary's shoes, followed by her socks, revealing toes manicured in a bright, bubble-gum pink polish.
"Cute," said Kate.
"OK, lean back," said Cindy, and Mary complied silently, the two dominant girls noting her submissive attitude with hidden delight.
Cindy was an unabashed fan of the female form. Her own, and certainly Kate's, which she had seen in all its glory on numerous occasions. However, there were few occasions outside the girl's locker room to indulge this particular interest. She had watched her neighbor Mary grow from a mousey, flat-chested nerd into a curvy, big-busted nerd, and Kate was more than anxious to find a way to get a closer look.
She continued, "Let's get these wet things off," and reached for the button at Mary's waist, undoing it and boldly lowering the zipper. Cindy was testing the waters here, seeing how far she could go, but Mary seemed happy to let these girls undress her, so she played along.
"Lift," Cindy ordered, and Mary obediently complied, leaning back on her arms and lifting so they could remove her soaked jeans. Cindy grabbed the waistband and wriggled them around her surprisingly curvy hips to get them off. The jeans were tighter than expected, and Mary squirmed a bit to allow their removal. As they descended her legs, the jeans began turning inside out until they popped off her manicured feet. Cindy looked briefly at the soaked crotch and shuddered as the scent of female pee struck her nose before tossing them in the nearby hamper. Mixed with the musky female scent of her half-naked friend, it was not entirely unpleasant and made her nipples stiffen ever so slightly.
Kate took over, noting the top's wet hem, and said, "I guess we better get this off too."
"Up," she said and was delighted when Mary silently obeyed. She wordlessly raised her arms over her head to let the other girl lift the top off, seemingly indifferent to the 'accidental' brushing of Kate's hands over her large boobs as the garment was removed and flung in the hamper with the soiled jeans.
Mary was now wearing only a bra and panties, a surprisingly sexy matched set of pale blue lace. It was disappointingly obvious she had far more impressive boobs than either Kate or Cindy. The two could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the fact that, stripped of her customary boring attire, Mary had a smoking hot body.
