What Sam Saw - NEW 3rd August

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Part 17 – Four minutes

Sam looked at the other two girls with a slight sense of weariness. Asha looked just as pleased with herself as Isobel did, at the two of them hiding hidden Sam’s and Harry’s clothes. “Come on, guys. Don’t you think we’ve been naked long enough?” Their nudity was in stark (naked) contrast to Asha’s top and skirt, and Isobel’s knee-length dress. Had Harry been clothed, he might’ve hoped for a peek up their clothing at one or both girls’ knickers, what with them sitting on the bed in front of him the way they were. Right now, though, they were the ones more securely covered and much more likely to get a peek at HIM.

“YOU can get dressed,” Isobel told her big sister, “but me and Asha want to see Harry’s thingy!”

Harry figured that would be their plan, but he protested anyway. “You’ve both already seen it!” he said. He looked directly at Asha. “YOU were staring at it all through lunch,” he pointed out, still mortified about that. “That’s true,” Asha agreed with a smirk. “So you don’t need to see it again!” Harry continued. “That’s certainly NOT true,” Asha argued back, sniggering. “Yeah!” Isobel agreed enthusiastically. “Asha might’ve got a long look, but I only saw it real quick in the kitchen. If you want your clothes back, you’re gonna have to show us again!”

Sam remained still, standing slightly behind Harry and watching the argument unfold. She could get dressed easily. She was in her own bedroom, after all. She had plenty of her other clothes available, besides those that had been hidden. She noticed her swimsuit still lay on the floor where she had left it. That was one option. But it felt a little unfair to be dressing when Harry couldn’t. A week or two ago, Sam would’ve done it in a heartbeat, but now she found herself reluctant to gang up with the other two girls against Harry.

Asha was still taking command of the situation, and didn’t accept that she had seen enough of Harry yet. “I had a good look at half a cocktail sausage, but I didn’t get to see the whole thing, or your balls, for long either,” she said. “What I want is for you to give me and Isobel a good, long look at you. ALL of you. No moving and no covering up until we say so.”

Harry shook his head. “That’s SO not going to happen!” It had been bad enough being exposed for a few seconds. If he did what Asha asked, the girls would be able to study and memorise every detail of his anatomy. Any remnants of privacy he still had left would be gone. “What I want is my clothes back, so I can get dressed,” he sulked. Everyone else was making demands, so Sam decided to chip in too. They were all in her room, after all. “What I want,” she said, “is for no one in this room to ever speak to anyone else about what happened today, ever!”

“Okay, deal,” Asha answered immediately, with a grin. “We’ll give you your clothes back, you can both get dressed, and we won’t tell anyone about today. But Harry has to show us his stuff first, like I said.”

“No way,” Harry insisted, but Sam stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. Quietly in his ear, she said, “Let’s not be hasty. We both know Asha would tell the whole class about what we did otherwise. I think we should take her offer.” Sam had been happy to let stories about her spying on the boys to circulate around her new school, but she was less keen for stories to get out about how she’d stripped naked with Harry Woodhouse and been forced to remain nude around her home. Asha’s silence was more than they could’ve hoped for. If she could convince Izzy not to tell all HER friends either, that was a bonus.

“Easy for you to say!” Harry scoffed. “You’re not the one whose privates they want to gawp at!” Sam agreed that she wasn’t, and knew she would feel similarly to Harry if their roles were reversed. “No, but we don’t know where they’ve stashed your clothes. You probably don’t want to wear any of mine. Plus, if you have to fight them off to get dressed, they’d probably get another look at you anyway.”

If she was honest with herself, Sam wasn’t keen for Harry to get his clothes back quickly either. There was another option, because she could always give him back the swim shorts she had borrowed. He could wear those, but Sam hoped Harry wouldn’t think of that.

“Go on, Harry,” Asha grinned, part teasing and part encouragement. “You said it yourself, we’ve all seen it already. It shouldn’t be a big deal if we see it again.”

Harry sighed with resignation. He couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this. “How long a look are we talking about?” he asked, wanting to be clear about the terms before they began. He was NOT giving them a blank cheque to look as long as they wanted. That could be all afternoon! Asha rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Might as well aim high, she thought. “I don’t know, how about twenty minutes?” she suggested.

Harry tried to imagine twenty minutes of standing with all his parts on display to his two classmates and a younger girl. It was too much. There was not a chance he would be able to withstand their stares and their teasing for that long. “Twenty minutes?! How about twenty SECONDS?” he tried.

Asha scoffed at his counter-offer. “Twenty seconds isn’t much longer than we saw it in the kitchen,” she pointed out. “How about five minutes?” suggested Sam. Five minutes seemed like a good compromise to her, but even that was far too long for Harry to cope with. “You’re not helping, Sam!” he complained. “No, you’re not,” Asha agreed. “How about ten minutes, Harry?” It was Harry’s turn to scoff. “You two are both mad. How about ONE minute? That’s my final offer.”

Isobel piped up. “Don’t agree to that, I want to see it for ten minutes!” she insisted. Asha smiled. They were haggling, and she figured Harry’s offer wasn’t ‘final’. He wasn’t in a strong bargaining position. Asha and Isobel had all the cards, and all Harry’s clothes. “Okay, five minutes, like Samantha said,” Asha offered.

Harry swallowed another piece of his pride and prepared himself for an extended time of embarrassment. “Two minutes,” he said.

“Four minutes,” said Asha. “Done!” replied Sam and Isobel together, before Harry could counter again with three minutes. Neither of the two sisters wanted the time to be haggled down any further. “Done,” Harry sighed. He supposed four minutes wasn’t much longer than three. “How do we do this?” he asked, looking around. “I don’t see a clock in this room.” He was right, but Sam had a solution. “There’s a tablet in my bag,” she said, pointing to a rucksack on the floor, while taking care to keep one hand covering her fanny. Harry wasn't the only one compromised by a lack of clothing. “I can set up the timer on that.”

Isobel handed her big sister the tablet, eager to begin. Sam needed both her hands to log in and set up the timer, meaning she had no option but to uncover herself for a moment. It made Sam feel vulnerable, and she hoped Asha wasn't judging her immature body, but she realised she didn't mind Harry getting another look. Harry, however, was trying not to stare. Much as he wanted another look at Sam, he REALLY didn’t want another hard-on, if he was going to go through with four minutes of total exposure.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Isobel asked. Sam surprised herself by shaking her head. “Nope. If Harry has to be naked, I’ll stay naked for as long as he is. It’s only fair.” What's wrong with me? Sam thought. Since when had fairness been part of her schemes, where naked boys were concerned? Harry had been her partner in crime, though, and that counted for something. Harry felt grateful for her show of solidarity, if a little worried about the effect it might have on his boyhood. Isobel looked disapprovingly at her sister, but didn’t press the point.

Sam sat next to Isobel on the bed, her legs as tightly together as they had been in the kitchen. This blocked Harry’s view of her privates once more, for which he was thankful and disappointed at the same time. It made it less likely he would get an erection, but it wasn't quite as fair as Sam had just suggested. Sam propped the tablet up against a pillow. All three girls looked at Harry expectantly, stood in front of them, still clutching his private parts nervously with his hands. Sam would’ve preferred to have Harry all to herself, but sharing a naked Harry was better than no naked Harry at all.

“Step closer,” Asha insisted. Harry took a tiny step forward. “Closer!” Asha repeated, more forcefully. “Until I say you can stop!” Sam decided to let her new friend take charge. She was interested to see where this would go. Harry shuffled forward until he was only a couple of feet away from the girls. They were almost eye level with his groin. They were going to get as close a look at him as he had gotten of Sam when he took down her swimsuit earlier. He needn’t have worried about getting an erection however. Behind his hands, it felt as if his willy had shrunk in terror at its impending fate.

“Ready?” asked Sam, finger poised over the timer start button. Harry didn’t think he’d been less ready for anything in his life. He put on what he hoped was a brave face and nodded silently. Asha and Isobel leaned in closer to his hands, to get a better look as soon as he moved them. “Okay,” said Sam. “Three, two, one, GO!”

A second after Sam said ‘go’, Harry forced himself to drop his hands to his sides. Freed from their protection, his willy and balls hung loose, out in the open, for all three girls to stare at as much as they wanted to. Harry balled his hands into fists and held them at his sides, resisting the urge to cover himself again immediately. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had never felt more self-conscious about his body in his life. Everything that was private and shameful about it was on display, and he couldn’t do a thing about it for the whole of the next four minutes! Harry was sure they would feel like the longest four minutes of his life.

Just as she had done in the kitchen, Isobel laughed immediately at the parts now on show in front of her, which she had already described as ‘funny-looking’. “You really did it! We can see your thingy!” she cackled with delight, then settled down to concentrate on her first ever close-up inspection of a naked boy.

Asha and Sam were staring too, ignoring Isobel's laughter and everything else around them, their attention laser-focussed on Harry's groin. Sam already knew what Harry’s privates looked like quite well, but this was a closer look than she had gotten before. For Asha, it was the first time she had seen her classmate when he wasn’t actively trying to cover himself. She studied Harry with almost clinical interest, his two-inch hairless willy, smooth but for the wrinkled foreskin covering its tip, and the tight, little pair of marbles in the sack behind it, clinging close to his body.

For a few seconds, the girls simply stared in silence while Harry’s stomach tied itself in knots and his privates felt more exposed than ever. It was humiliating being on display like this. The seconds stretched out into what felt like years. Harry stared up at the ceiling and tried to forget the girls were there, but when he lowered his head, they were still gawking at his crotch. Harry couldn’t take the intense, silent examination of his boyhood any longer. “Well, don’t just look! Say something!” he said desperately.

Sam thought about saying how many times she'd seen Harry's willy now, but she stayed quiet, as she didn't think that would help him. Asha, on the other hand, was happy to oblige Harry, if he wanted them to talk. Seeing her male classmate up close and personal like this was exciting. She was getting to know Harry Woodhouse better than she ever expected to. She felt a thrilling warmth in her own private parts, safely hidden beneath her clothes. But she certainly wasn’t going to tell Harry any of THAT. Instead she resorted to the safer approach of teasing him. “Not much of a man yet, are you Harry?” she remarked. “I guess I should’ve expected you to have a little boy willy, to go with your little boy underpants.” She softened the blow, not wanting to be too cruel to her classmate. “It’s kind of cute though,” she added, “and it’s bigger than Theo’s at least.”

There was that word again, ‘cute’. Harry decided he could really learn to hate it. Asha’s taunt made him want to cover up more than ever, but he stood his ground and defended himself. “Hey, all the other boys my age look like this too. Tell her, Sam!” Sam had been doing well at keeping her composure, not wanting to embarrass Harry any further, but his request caused her to lose it. She sniggered too, remembering that she was somewhat an expert on the subject of eleven-year-old willies now. “It’s true,” she told Asha. “None of them have big and hairy boy parts yet, except Kaito obviously, who’s older.”

Asha looked away from Harry’s privates for the first time since he had uncovered them. “You saw Kaito’s?” she asked Sam. “You’re going to have to tell me about this later! Have you seen all the others now as well?” Sam grinned proudly, “Yep!” Because she wanted to stand up for Harry, she added, “But I like Harry’s the best!”

Harry’s willy twitched involuntarily at Sam’s admission. Luckily for him, Sam and Asha were busy facing each other at that moment. “Lovebirds, I called it!” Asha scoffed. Isobel saw the twitch, however, and momentarily lifted her eyes to give Harry a quizzical look. He blushed and looked away silently. “Are the four minutes nearly over?” he asked Sam. She glanced at her tablet screen. “No, we’ve not even had a minute and a half yet!” she told him. Harry groaned. Time had slowed to a crawl. He still had over two and a half more minutes of this!

Asha pressed Sam on her choice of favourite willy. “Be honest, Samantha. You told me Max’s and Charlie’s things are much bigger than Harry’s here.” Harry sighed. Sam offered him a sympathetic look, but she was overacting on purpose. “Ignore Asha, she’s completely obsessed with willy sizes” she told Harry, while playfully punching Asha on the shoulder. It was a habit Sam had picked up from the boys, and it caught Asha by surprise. “Hey!” she complained, rubbing her shoulder where Sam had punched it.

“Sorry,” Sam apologised. She enjoyed mocking Asha, but she was also keen to talk about a subject she’d thought about a lot recently. “Yeah, Harry’s is a bit smaller than some of the other boys’. Charlie’s and Max’s are definitely bigger, and Kaito’s, obviously. I’m not sure about Rafi’s. They’re kind of similar sizes, but different shapes." Sam realised she was rambling on, but she couldn't help herself. "I only got a good look at Nathan’s when he had a stiffy, so I’m trying to think how it compares to Harry’s when his is all stiff…”

“What time are we on? Can you stop telling Asha all this stuff, please?” Harry interjected. Sam thought this was a little unfair. Harry had asked for her validation, after all. She checked the tablet screen. “Two minutes twenty,” she told Harry, before putting on an exaggerated impression of his voice. If she mocked Asha, she could mock Harry too. “’Tell Asha I look like other boys.’ ‘Stop telling Asha this stuff.’ Make your mind up, Harry!” she teased him.

“So where does Harry fall in the rankings?” Asha pressed Sam, not willing to be distracted. “You’ve seen, what, eight naked boys? Size-wise, Harry is what? Fifth? Sixth?”

“Don’t tell her, Sam. I mean it! What is this anyway, a maths class?” Harry protested. Asha peered down at his private parts again. “No,” she said with a wide grin, “it’s definitely a biology class!”

As if to prove Asha correct, Isobel chose that moment to start asking questions that had been puzzling her. She had been studying Harry’s anatomy quietly while the others were arguing. “What’s that wrinkly thing behind his willy?” she asked, peering around Harry’s shaft curiously at what lay behind it. “Those are his balls, Izzy,” Sam told her, amused by her sister’s discovery. Isobel had probably never gotten a close inspection of a boy like this before. She obviously knew about willies, but she didn’t seem to know about the bag of marbles that accompanied them. Harry felt his balls tingle, as if they knew they were being talked about.

Asha decided to forget her question about ranking the sizes of the boys’ willies for now. She could quiz Sam about that some other time, when Harry wasn’t around. Right now, she wanted to help improve Isobel’s inspection of Harry’s OTHER boy parts. “Lift your willy out the way, Harry, so Izzy can see your balls better,” she instructed. Harry gave her an exasperated look which suggested that wasn't going to happen. “Do it, unless you want ME to lift it up for you!” Asha insisted, grinning. Harry looked to Sam for assistance, but she simply shrugged and rested her chin in her hands, watching him. She wanted to see Harry do what Asha asked him to do, as much as the others did.

“This was not part of the deal,” Harry grumbled, but he complied. He pinched the tip of his penis between a thumb and forefinger and lifted it upwards. The girls stared at the underside of his formerly most private part. Even Sam hadn’t seen it from this angle before. “Oh cool, there’s, like, a line running down the back of it,” she remarked studying this previously unseen side. Realising his mistake, Harry adjusted his grip to cover the whole length of his shaft behind his hand as he held it upright. He examined what he was doing to check that his willy was fully covered. It was small comfort, but he didn't see the need to show the girls that too, when all they'd asked to see was his balls.

Satisfied, he looked back up and saw Asha and Sam gesturing silently to one another. They quickly stopped. Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to know what THAT was about. Sam looked like she wanted to tell him, while Asha looked like she was about to object to Harry covering up his willy, but they turned their attention to his balls instead. Isobel dropped off the bed and plopped down on the floor, where she sat down cross-legged. This let her look up at the strange wrinkled collection of boy parts from below. Harry felt especially vulnerable to be baring his ballsack like this, with not even his willy hanging in front of it, to offer at least a little protection. It was an odd feeling, being looked at like this. “Are they full of pee?” Isobel asked, intrigued.

Asha and Sam both laughed. “No, Izzy. Harry keeps his pee inside his body, the same as we do,” Asha explained knowledgeably. “His balls are full of different stuff, for making babies.” She looked up and met Harry’s eyes before taunting him, “At least they will be, when he’s grown up a bit more.” Asha was secretly proud of the fact her own body had already proven to her it was grown up enough to make babies. That proof was sometimes messy and inconvenient, but Asha felt she was becoming a woman, while Harry seemed to her to still be just a boy.

Isobel wrinkled her nose, confused. “What are you talking about? That doesn’t make any sense. Only girls can make babies!” Asha and Sam laughed at the younger girl’s ignorance, and even Harry’s mouth twitched upwards at the corners. “I’ll explain later,” Sam told her sister. “MUCH later!”

Isobel pouted, sensing a joke had just been made at her expense, but she let it slide. She still had a naked boy to admire, after all. “Let go, I want to see your willy again,” she told Harry from down on the floor. “You really should, Harry,” Sam encouraged him seriously. “Then I can start the timer again.”

“You what?!” Harry exclaimed. “I told her to pause it,” said Asha, matter-of-factly. “No covering up until we say so, that was the rule. You covered your willy up, so we stopped the clock.” Sam shrugged as Harry looked at her with accusation. She'd told him at the first opportunity, what more could he expect from her?

They had been studying his balls up close for what felt like ages, and the time hadn’t even counted! Harry opened his mouth to protest, but realised the futility of it. Instead, he quickly let go of his boyhood. Too quickly, he realised immediately. It swung down and then from side-to-side a few times, like a small, fleshy pendulum. His audience all giggled at the sudden motion. Great, Harry thought, just when I figured there were no new ways for this to be embarrassing. But what he said was, “There, you can start the timer again now!”

Sam leaned to her side and tapped the screen of her tablet. As she moved, her legs parted for a couple of seconds, affording Harry a clear view of the slit between them. It was a reminder of what the other two girls had beneath their skirts too. This time the twitch that Harry’s willy made was obvious to everyone. Sam closed her legs again as she sat up straight, but the damage was done. Her momentary exposure had started an unstoppable reaction. “Oh, THIS should be interesting!” Asha said with relish. She leaned in so close that Harry could feel her breath on his private parts. This only made his situation worse.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! thought Harry. He began to panic. He could feel his willy begin to stiffen and fought mentally to keep it under control. It had behaved itself for so long, why did it suddenly have to grow out of control now? He was already at half-mast. His only hope was for the timer to run out before he became fully erect. He knew it had only just been restarted, but he didn’t know how much time there was left. “Are my four minutes up NOW?” he asked Sam. She glanced at the screen, even though she had looked at it only seconds before, and said, “Nope, sorry Harry. You’ve still got time!” She didn’t sound very sorry. She sounded like she knew full well she was responsible for this latest development, and relished watching Harry's boyhood react.

“What are you doing with your willy? Can you make it move some more?” Isobel asked, staring up at it from her position on the floor. “Please don’t look! This is embarrassing!” Harry begged, his resolve now crumbling. Erections were embarrassing enough in front of other boys, to have three girls watching him develop one right in front of their eyes was embarrassment on a whole new level, much worse than them witnessing his willy soft. “Can we pause again? I need a minute without you three gawking at me!” he tried. Harry knew stood no chance of controlling a hard-on with all this attention directed at it. He started to move both his hands to cover himself, but Asha’s voice stopped him dead. “No more pausing! Cover again and we’ll start adding extra minutes!” she said sharply.

Harry dropped his hands back to his sides, but he was shaking. He felt betrayed by his own body. His willy was sticking out and drawing attention to itself, when all Harry wanted to do was hide it. The more embarrassed he felt about his stiffy, the stiffer it seemed to get. It was a vicious cycle.

“If it’s embarrassing, then stop poking it up like that! Put it down again!” suggested Isobel, thinking that was the obvious solution and Harry was being dumb for not thinking of it himself. “I don’t think he can control it like that, Izzy,” laughed Sam. Her younger sister started at her, gobsmacked. “You mean his willy moves all by itself? Without him making it?” She had a realisation. “Oh, is THIS what you meant when you were talking about a ‘stiffy’ a minute ago?” she asked, pointing at it. Sam and Asha exchanged a knowing look and both nodded, “Uh huh.” Isobel gave Harry a rare look of sympathy, then told him, “That’s SO weird. I am SO glad I’m not a boy!” Harry blushed. This was not the kind of sympathy he wanted.

“I kind of want to touch it…” said Asha, leaning in closer. Harry’s willy was pointing out horizontally from his body now, mere inches away. It gave another jerk at Asha’s suggestion, but Harry took a step backwards and shouted firmly, “NO! No way!” That was going too far. Sam thought so too. Even she hadn't gone that far, and she didn't want Asha to do something she hadn't. But it was Isobel who turned out to be an unexpected ally for Harry. “Ew!” she said, wrinkling her face in disgust at Asha's comment. “That’s where he pees out of! Why do you want to touch it?”

Asha wanted to remind Harry she hadn’t given him permission to move away from them, but she had a better idea. Sam had told her she was obsessed with willy sizes, why not accept it and have some fun with it? “It looks bigger now,” she complemented Harry. “As it’s sticking out straight, I think we should measure it! Have you got a ruler, Samantha?”

Harry looked shocked, but Sam seemed not to notice. “Yeah, there’s a Powerpuff Girls ruler in my rucksack, on the floor next to you, Izzy,” she said. Isobel searched through the bag, although she was distracted by looking at Harry and his erection more than she was looking inside the rucksack. “I can’t find it, Samantha,” she complained.

Sam got up from the bed and walked across in front of Harry to search for the ruler herself. She was seemingly oblivious to her own nudity and didn’t even try to cover. Isobel looked disapproving and Asha looked shocked, but Sam was enjoying the effect her naked body was having on Harry too much to care. But then she showed him more than she intended to. As Sam crouched down to rummage through the rucksack, she accidentally presented Harry with a rear view between her legs. Harry had never seen a girl from this angle before! He could see almost all of Sam’s parts, front and back, including how the crack of her bum ran around between her legs, to where it met up with the slit of her fanny in the front.

Harry couldn’t help it. He stared, and his willy reacted further to the sight. It was pointed at a sharp angle upwards now, more erect than he had ever known it, and stretching almost painfully. Sam stood up and turned to face Harry, clutching a bright, plastic, six-inch ruler with cartoon characters on it. She was startled by the extra change in Harry’s private parts since she had crouched down. “Oh my,” she remarked. She peered down to focus in on where his foreskin had partially retracted. “You were right, Harry. You DO look the same as Rafi under there!”

Harry realised his body had just given up another secret. It didn’t have many left, and he was about to give up another. He had no idea how he was going to measure up. He’d never checked before, but his willy was as big as it had ever been. He guessed it was at least one and a half times its usual size when it was soft. “Give me the ruler,” he snapped, wanting to get this over with. “I’m not having any of you three do this!” Harry knew that could involve accidental touching, or not so accidental in Asha’s case. He took the ruler and jammed the end of it next to the base of his shaft, where it joined into his crotch.

The three girls all watched closely as Harry lined up the colourful strip of plastic with his stiff member. Neither Sam nor Isobel had any real idea of how big a willy should be. Asha had some idea. “Hmm, eight centimetres,” she read off the ruler. “I guess that’s not TOO bad for a boy our age, but a grown-up’s would be twice as big!” She grinned at Harry, who threw the enemy ruler on the floor in shame.

“How much time have I got left NOW?” he asked. Surely this ordeal must be nearly over, he thought. Asha leaned across to her right, to look at the tablet Sam had set down on the pillow when she had gone to fetch the ruler. Asha tossed her hair back and looked at Harry, her grin growing wider. “Oh, your four minutes were up ages ago. You’re on, like, nearly seven minutes now.”

Harry gaped at her, and hurriedly covered his privates with both hands. It didn’t work very well. His erection poked out above them. He readjusted, moving one hand over his balls and the other over his willy. The girls laughed at his sudden attempt to cover, after being on show to them for so long. “You told me I still had lots of time left!” Harry accused Sam.

“I said you had time left, not LOTS of time,” she replied. “It was true. You were on three minutes fifty.” Harry’s jaw dropped wider. His time had been up before his erection had reached its fullest extent, before the girls had seen what was under his foreskin, before he had measured himself for them. “I only had ten seconds left?” he asked, incredulous. “Why didn’t you tell me my time was up? I was relying on you!”

“Well, THAT was a mistake!” Asha sniggered. Sam looked apologetic, but that look turned into a sly smile. “I’d have told you if you’d asked,” she shrugged. Harry cursed his own gullibility. He’d been foolish to think of Sam as being entirely on his side. Of course she wanted to look at him naked for longer. Hadn’t she spent much of the last two weeks tricking boys into showing themselves naked to her for an extended time? Sam had given Harry had no reason to believe he would be spared any similar tricks.

“Alright, very funny,” Harry admitted, without conviction. “You’ve seen what you wanted. Now gimme back my clothes!” Isobel crawled under Sam’s bed and emerged with the pile of clothing that she had pushed deep underneath it. “Here you go,” she said, throwing her elder sister’s clothes to her first. “Get dressed and stop showing Harry your privates, Samantha!” she ordered.

Sam rolled her eyes at being ordered about by her younger sister, but she picked up her knickers and put them on. Harry took one last look at her, regretfully watching Sam’s fanny disappear from view inside the small, pale green garment. As he watched, Asha picked up Harry’s own underwear and held them up, inspecting them from all sides. “Come on Harry, your turn,” she encouraged. “I’ve been waiting to see you in these again!”

Harry hesitated, still clutching one hand over his willy and the other over his balls. Of course he wanted to get dressed, to cover himself properly again, but he wasn’t keen on being seen in such childish underpants. Maybe he should skip the dinosaurs and just go commando in his football shorts?

Sam guessed the reason for Harry’s unease. “Wait a second, Harry,” she told him. She reached under the mattress (which was tricky with Asha sitting on it) and pulled out the pair of borrowed boxer shorts from where she kept them hidden. “You can wear these instead,” she said, offering them to him.

Harry accepted the boxers gratefully. They were covered with a checked pattern, not goofy dinosaurs, and their shape was a much more grown-up choice of underwear too. He adjusted so that one hand remained covering as much as possible as he took the boxer shorts from Sam. He couldn’t prevent the tip of his willy from poking out above and part of his balls poking out below. Isobel giggled as she saw them again.

Harry turned his back to the girls as he pulled his boxer shorts on. He knew it was pointless. His privates weren’t really ‘privates’ any more, not from Sam, Isobel and Asha, who had all seen them as thoroughly as it was possible to be seen. They had seen his willy soft and hard, seen him measure it, they had seen his parts still and swinging about, they had seen his willy and balls up close from almost every angle. Harry had no more secrets from them. But still, he felt better when his boy parts were out of their sight, even if it did mean the girls staring at his bum instead.

As he pulled the shorts up to his waist, however, Harry realised he had a new problem. As he had once told Sam, the reason he preferred briefs over boxers was they contained his privates better. He turned back around with his hands crossed in front of his crotch. This didn’t disguise the fact his willy was still sticking out diagonally upwards, forming an obvious tent in his underwear. “That looks so funny!” Isobel laughed. Asha smirked and asked, “Is that a stick of rock in your shorts, Harry, or are you just pleased to see us?”

Sam smirked too, but her response was more sympathetic. “I think that’s still going to look obvious with your football shorts on over the top as well,” she told him. Harry sighed. “Give me my underpants,” he said to Asha. She handed them over, then rested her chin in her hands again to watch Harry with interest. Harry looked at her doubtfully. “I don’t suppose you’d all turn round while I change into these, would you?” His question was met with silence from all three girls. Harry sighed again. “No, I didn’t think so,” he muttered.

Turning his back once more, Harry whipped down his boxers and got into his underpants as quickly as he could. He heard more giggling behind him as he exposed his rear once again. It occurred to him that he was deliberately stripping naked in front of three girls. They were girls who had all seen him naked for the last hour, but still, showing them his bum by pulling his underwear down felt different to showing his bum when he was already naked.

Harry pulled the underpants up and immediately felt more secure than he had done at any time since he’d taken them off earlier. He wasn’t able to force his willy downwards and he had to point it to one side to keep it contained, but at least it was held flat against his body. He turned back round. Sam had been dressing too while Harry’s back was turned. She was bare-chested still, but she had her leggings on. She was still watching Harry with quiet interest.

The other girls were also still watching, less quietly. “I like your dinosaurs!” Isobel said happily. “Yeah, they’re REAL cute!” Asha agreed, laughing. Something private of Harry's was ‘cute’ again. “Thanks,” he said with a smile, trying to make it seem like he was taking their teasing as compliments. No one was fooled. Harry put on his shorts, t-shirt and socks, while Sam pulled on her own t-shirt. It was as if they had been fully dressed all along, except that nothing could erase their collective memories.

“I’m going home now,” Harry said. He might be clothed, but that didn’t erase the awkwardness of what had just happened. He wanted to put some distance between himself and Asha and Isobel, Asha particularly. “You’ll keep to our deal, right? You won’t tell anyone in school about today?” he asked her nervously. Asha held up her right hand in a three-fingered salute. “Scout’s honour,” she promised, then she gave Harry a genuinely warm smile. “We don’t talk much in school, Harry. It was nice seeing more of you today than I do there.” She couldn’t resist adding, “Seeing all of you, in fact.”

Harry stuck out his tongue at Asha’s jibe, but he was glad she seemed to be intending to keep her promise. “Bye then, I hope to see more of you someday,” he retorted. Asha laughed and shook her head at him. Like THAT’S ever going to happen, she thought.

Sam followed Harry down the stairs as he left. She didn't want him to leave, just like that. She picked up the boxer shorts and swim shorts that she had borrowed from Harry on her way out of her bedroom. It seemed a long time since he had lent them to her. She handed Harry the borrowed clothing when she caught up with him by the front door. Harry stuffed them into his rucksack and put it on over his shoulders. “I’m sorry about Asha and Izzy,” Sam giggled, then her expression grew more serious as she added, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when the timer was up either. That was mean. Are you mad at me?”

Harry sat on the floor with his head bowed, concentrating on tying his shoes. Sam waited for his response. Harry looked up at her standing over him. “No, I’m not mad, Sam,” he told her with a sigh. “I'd have probably done the same if I was you, and I did like how you waited to get dressed until I could too. But that was definitely the most embarrassing afternoon of my life!”

The corner of Sam’s mouth twisted upwards. “Yeah, for me too. Well, second most, after yesterday. Want to do it again sometime?” she asked, feeling excited at the idea. Harry got to his feet. “Max was right, you ARE crazy!” he answered. Sam chewed her lip again. She felt she was developing an addiction to seeing naked boys, even if it did mean risking being seen naked herself. “Maybe…” she admitted, “but do you?”

Harry shook his head. “I’m not going through this again, not when your mum and sister and friends and neighbours, and anyone else who happens to drop by, might all catch us!” He thought about it some more. He DID want to see Sam naked again. They hadn’t had long before Asha had interrupted them. “You could come over to my place?” he suggested, tentatively.

Sam beamed at him. “It’s a date,” she said, without thinking. They both blushed. Sam corrected herself. “I don’t mean, like a ‘date’, I just mean I’d like to come over some time.” They stood in silence awkwardly for a moment. Harry strapped on his cycle helmet. Then Sam stepped right up to him and gave him a hug. Harry was surprised, but returned the hug gladly.

Harry was relieved his erection had gone away, otherwise Sam might’ve been able to feel it through his clothes. He was sure neither of them was ready for THAT. What they’d told Asha was true. Harry didn’t think of Sam as a girlfriend, and he was sure she didn’t think of him as a boyfriend. They were just two friends who were willing to share what they looked like naked with each other. Sam’s mum hadn’t approved, but really, Harry thought, what was so wrong with that?

“Bye, Harry. Thanks for everything. See you in school,” Sam said in his ear. Harry thought of Asha’s comment when he’d said goodbye to her upstairs. “Yeah,” he said back in Sam’s ear, “Maybe not quite as much as you’ve seen of me today though!” They both giggled. Their hug ended and they separated. “Goodbye Sam,” Harry said, as he climbed on his red bike and cycled away.

As he rode down the street, Harry tried to sort through his joy and his embarrassment at everything that had happened since he’d left home that morning. He and Sam had gotten to know each other better than he ever thought they would. That had been wonderful, and scary, and he wasn’t sure what it meant. Things would never be quite the same again. Things would never be the same when he had to face Asha, or Sam’s mum and sister again either. Harry felt his willy start to grow a little stiff again through his shorts. He wasn’t sure what that meant either. It had been a very peculiar day.

Sam watched Harry cycle down the road until he was out of sight. She closed the front door and went to go back upstairs, but Asha and Isobel were already coming down to meet her. “That was so fire, we got him naked for ages! I know so much more about boys’ thingies now!” Isobel said, bouncing on her heels. Asha grinned in agreement. “We know everything about Harry’s thingy, yes, but there are other boys’ thingies I want to learn more about too.” She looked at Sam expectantly. “Now that your boyfriend’s gone, I think it’s about time you filled us in on the rest.”

Sam laughed. “Will you stop? Harry’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a good friend.” Asha raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Uh huh. A good friend, who’s a boy, who you like getting all naked with!” she teased playfully. Sam punched her shoulder again, but lighter than she had done when they were upstairs. “Okay, okay! I won’t push it,” Asha conceded, holding up her hands in surrender, “but I still want to hear what happened last time you went to the pool.” Isobel chimed in too, “Yeah, and I want to hear what you got up to with the boys this morning!”

They went to the kitchen and fetched cold drinks from the fridge. On her way back to the living room, Sam checked that her mum was still safely busy, working in her office. Then the three girls settled down together on the couch, to talk happily at length about the secrets of boys and everything that Sam saw.

[NudeBaG]

Absolutely lovely.
Would love a look at future Sam and Harry, but you stuck to the tone and nailed it

[tofuk]

Super. Thanks.

[Robert Brooks]

Oh my f***ing God, this chapter was INCREDIBLE!

Just when I think this story can't possibly get any better, it does!
I really hope this isn't the last chapter, even if we have to wait a long time for the next. But if it is, that's one hell of a finale

Agreed with NudeBaG, a follow up series, seeing the characters progress to senior school would be phenomenal I'm sure. It might even give Izzy some ideas of her own to try out next school year

[JustHere10]

Great chapter!! This story has grown so much from the start and you did such an amazing job. Harry is super lucky that the only trick they did was extend it a couple of minutes past 4 minutes