The Last Straw (new 6/20)

[Somebody]

every personality is so perfect here. The struggle to command effectively. The childishness of the girls. the way the father knows more than he lets on. Just amazing.

[neverdoubted]

Our first stop was the laundromat. Parking outside a small, squat building just one block off main street, I made my naked assistant carry my clothes while I walked inside. The place was empty, but a couple of the machines were running, and a radio in the corner playing Oriental music indicated that an attendant might be nearby.

My worst fears were confirmed when I sat down next to some empty washing machines and opened the latch of my suitcase. A wall of musty air smacked me in the face. It smelled like a swamp! My prospects of salvaging anything of value dashed, I opened the nearest portal and dumped the contents inside.

"You did this," I grumbled, marching back to Bea and handing her money for the detergent dispenser, "so you're going to stay here and make sure everything gets washed, dried and folded while I run the rest of my errands."

I turned to go but was held back when her hand darted out and seized my wrist.

"Wait, I'm sorry, ok," she cried, "please, you can't just leave me!"

I turned back to find a pair of the widest, most frantic eyes you’ve ever seen. Her fear of abandonment was completely irrational. But I cut her some slack because of her vulnerable, nude state. I was still getting used to being in charge - the one everyone brought their problems to and expected to solve. But at least bossing Bea around all day had given me some practice at issuing commands.

"Sit down," I told her, motioning toward a bench of connected seats along the wall opposite the machines.

Sensing a glimmer of hope, she obeyed quickly and sat while I paced to think. Walking past my suitcase, I caught another whiff and knew I still had a problem. Even if washing my clothes somehow got the stench of stale water out of them, putting them back in my case to transport back would undo it all.

At a minimum, the liner would have to go. Sitting down, I ripped it out and threw it away. But even then, the awful smell lingered. Time for drastic action, though I hated the waste. With a huff, I unlatched the luggage tag and walked over to the trash can to dump the case inside, making a mental note to add some kind of replacement to my shopping list. Grabbing a magazine someone had left behind, I walked back and stood over my trembling, naked stepsister.

"I'm not leaving you,” I assured her. "All you have to do is sit here until the laundry's finished."

I handed her the magazine so she would have something to distract her and help pass the time. Then, because I had nowhere else to put it, I bent over and cinched the luggage tag around her upper arm.

Pointing to the clock on the wall, I added, "If anyone bothers you, tell them I'll be back for you within the hour."

Bea nodded, despite the apprehension lingering on her face, and noted the time. Forced to sit naked and alone until I returned, I had a feeling she would be watching that clock like a hawk. When she opened the magazine with shaky hands, I turned a second time to leave. She didn’t stop me this time.

When I got to the front door, I looked back to check on her. Her bare bottom was perched on the edge of the vinyl seat and her dainty feet rested side-by-side on the floor beneath her. She looked gorgeous despite her ratty, unkempt curls. But if anyone did show up, as a completely naked teen at a laundromat, she wouldn't have to worry about them noticing her messy hair.

Still holding the magazine open, she raised her arm and craned her neck to read the tag. I snickered quietly because I knew what was written on it.

PROPERY OF FRANCIS ASKIS JUNIOR - HANDLE WITH CARE, with my home address on the back. I couldn't think of a more fitting addition to my naked trophy!

My next stop was the department store a few blocks away. My primary mission, as I walked inside, was clothes. I assumed all of them were ruined. But my father hadn't given me enough to replace my entire wardrobe. So I prioritized church clothes. Along with new slacks and a collared shirt, I got some underwear and a couple pairs of socks. With a limited budget, I had to stick to just the essentials. I could get by without pajamas, for example. But I did get another pair of shorts and a spare tee shirt.

With Mary's bath occupying my thoughts, I bought a couple of little things that I thought might put her at ease and help her relax. I also grabbed a new toothbrush for Bea. It was the least I could do after causing her to leave her last one behind at The Gushing Gully.

My last purchase was a small duffel bag which I had to dip a little into my own funds to afford. But as light as I would be traveling the rest of the trip, between that and my backpack, I thought I could absorb the loss of my suitcase.

With just enough money left for dinner, I stopped at the drive-in where an energetic carhop served me. She was cute, with freckles and long, batting eyelashes. Riding around on her roller skates, she took orders and delivered food effortlessly. I especially liked whenever she hopped the curb and her short, pleated skirt would flip up to briefly reveal a pair of cute, blue bloomers.

I ordered the special - one dozen sliders for a dollar - and added a couple baskets of French fries to share with the girls. Having only eaten a light lunch at the fair, I was starving. And sitting right there in the car, I devoured six of the sliders which were each only about a quarter the size of a regular hamburger.

Flagging the girl down, I asked her to package up the rest to go. I didn't have much money for a tip. But when I complimented her graceful skating skills, she giggled adorably. I had never had the confidence to flirt with a girl before. Being assertive with my naked stepsisters had certainly boosted my confidence around women. I found the experience quite enjoyable. But because that perky, little carhop could never match what was waiting for me back at the motel, I didn't regret making a hasty getaway.

I arrived at the laundromat to find Bea anxiously waiting for me and hugging the magazine to her bare chest. When I got closer, I saw an Asian man sitting around the corner on the adjoining wall. He was smoking a cigarette and, based on the grin on his face, very much enjoying my teenage stepsister's exhibition. The laundry was folded into a neat stack on the seat beside her. I don't know how she had pulled that off without giving the man quite a show. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw my luggage tag still hanging from her arm.

The clothes were bone dry and toasty warm. Unfortunately, when I picked up the stack, my nose wrinkled in disgust. Baking on top of the station wagon all day had weaponized the mildew. And as much as I hated to throw articles away before I had worn through or outgrown them, I couldn't imagine walking around in those clothes ever again. Even packing them along in the hopes of some kind of future salvage would probably just ruin my new duffle.

Directing my ire at the person responsible for this mess, I ordered Bea to throw the whole stack in the trash. Then, just because I knew it would embarrass her, I made the naked girl walk over and offer her magazine to the leering man.

With Mary's bath time nearly at hand, my excitement grew to an all-time high. And by excitement, I'm talking about a particular kind that grows between a young man's legs! As soon as I was done with Mary, I could finally get down to the business of taking care of my longsuffering erection. My nerves grew jittery the more I built it up in my mind.

This was the closest it had ever come to going on a real date. And while I knew it wasn't exactly the same, giving a beautiful girl an intimate bath followed by a sleepover without pajamas did have certain romantic undertones that could not be denied.

Mary, thanks to her strict stepfather's impossible standards, had also never been on a date. That knowledge made me want even more for everything to be perfect. I meant it when I said I wanted her to relax and have a good time.

Driving past a nice-looking neighborhood on the way back to the motel, I was inspired to bring her some flowers as another gesture of goodwill. Pulling over, I stopped in front of one of the houses that had a front garden. I hadn't been raised to steal flowers like this, but I had no money left to go to a florist. I had just stooped down to pluck the prettiest ones when a scratchy voice called out from across the street.

"Excuse me," a woman said, "can I help you?"

I raised my head to see an old lady standing on her porch directly across and one house down. My plan to gather a full bouquet thwarted by a nosy neighbor, I yanked out a handful of the closest blooms and jumped back in the car - scattering dirt along the way. If this had happened in my hometown, someone in the neighborhood gossip chain would have recognized me or our car and surely questioned my father about it. But because we were in a strange place and I didn't give the old lady a good look, it was a clean getaway.

Sadly, I only got three flowers to show for my crime. And because I had accidentally pulled them out with their roots, I had to hide them in the duffel when I got to the motel until I could figure out how to make them presentable for Mary.

I entered the room, with my naked errand girl right behind me, to find Cindy sitting in the chair watching television. She had finished her bath and was wearing a simple nightgown. Her head was covered in pink curlers for church. It made her look like an alien. Mary hadn't been able to get ready for bed yet and still had her hair in the day's braid. She was sitting on the bed; scrunched up on top of the covers and hugging a pillow tightly. Counting down the seconds to her bath time made my heart race. But first, they had to eat.

Announcing dinner, I laid the food out on the counter next to the tv and began dividing it evenly. Though I had planned for each girl to get two sliders, I was reminded of how Bea had left me with the smallest slice of pizza while I was unloading her luggage in the rain. It had been cruel and unnecessary. Just the sort of torture she used to regularly practice on me. Devouring another slider in one bite, I built a special plate just for her - a single slider and only three fries. She frowned but took the meager offering without complaint. Maybe losing all her clothes had acclimated her to making do with less.

When Cindy approached to receive her food, the surprising shape beneath her nightgown caught my eye. No longer a shapeless, little tagalong, she had sprouted significantly in the past year - both up, and out. For Conyor women, thirteen was apparently a big year for physical development.

It had been handed down to her once it was too tight for Bea to sleep in. Judging by the way it hugged Cindy's swelling bust and hips, she had also outgrown the childish gown. But with no one else to hand it down to, she just kept wearing it after her growth spurt.

Because she never slept in a bra, the bulging, round orbs on her thinly veiled chest were especially prominent beneath the unintentionally form-fitting fabric. I had to close my mouth and swallow quickly to keep from drooling. She reminded me so much of Mary at that age - always bursting out of whatever clothes her mother tried to dress her in.

Under normal circumstances, discovering that Cindy had a nicely swelling chest encased in just a single layer of threadbare cotton would have driven my imagination wild. I would have spent the entire evening stealing glances and trying to commit the shape of her little, pokey nipples to memory. But then, her topless older sister stepped forward to receive her own meal and I completely lost interest in the less endowed thirteen-year-old.

While the girls gathered around the tv and ate their dinner in silence, I used the free time to take stock of my possessions. In my trusty pack, I still had all the essentials; toiletries, compass, bandages, matches, string, playing cards, my wilderness survival guide, a folding map, bandana, coin pouch, a pocketknife, a water flask, and my new sewing kit. I also had my new camera and film. Put in charge of watching Bea, I hadn't been able to use it all day. But I resolved to do a better job in the future and not waste the photography privileges Mary had traded me.

Then there was Percy's bridle kit. Though I still had no use for it, I hated to throw it away. But because hauling it around in my pack everywhere I went was getting old, I transferred it, and the coils of rope, into the duffle. When I decided that enough time had passed after dinner, I adjusted my thrumming erection into the waistband of my shorts and stood up with a fake yawn.

"All right," I said, pretending to stretch, "it's been a long day, and I think it's time we start winding down. Bea, I want you to gather up the food wrappers and take them to the dumpster." Then, unable to hide the shakiness in my voice, I casually added, "Come along, Mary, it's time for your bath."

"What's going on," Cindy asked her sister.

"Nothing," Mary answered, "he's just...helping me."

"With your bath?!" Cindy exclaimed, tilting her head to one side.

I walked to the bathroom door and held it open. Mary stood up, all on her own accord. "It's okay," she assured her surprised and very confused sister - though, as she walked slowly toward me, her tensed shoulders and the stress lines on her face said otherwise. She disappeared into the bathroom, and I followed.

"I...don't understand," I heard Cindy utter aloud, but mostly to herself, "...and how come she gets a special bath and-"

Her words trailed off. As I turned to pull the door closed, I took one last look into the room. Cindy's face had grown dark. She looked hurt, like these latest developments had personally wounded her even though she had nothing to do with any of it. She looked to her one remaining sister for answers.

But Bea had none to offer. As equally bewildered as Cindy, she just sat there with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Of all the shocking developments on this family vacation, Mary letting her little stepbrother administer her bath without putting up even the smallest protest apparently ranked among the most unexpected.

[Diapal]

Another amazing chapter!! Looking forward to next chapter's bath time!!

[student]

Just when I think myself proof against being further impressed, Cindy expresses jealousy over Mary's special bath. It may be that Cindy won't have to misbehave in order to wind up naked.

Too bad we can't hear what Cindy and Mary discussed. Did Cindy ask about Mary's heart? Bea's arrow?

Bea managed to destroy most of Frankie's clothes. That won't sit well with Frank, Sr. should he ever learn about that. Worse--Bea will attempt to justify her own actions--"Frankie got me all wet! I just know he did!"

Meanwhile, the parents finally have some privacy -- another conversation we won't see. Frank Sr. would have something to say about how Junior is handling the girls. So would Patricia.

Another fine chapter in The Last Straw.

[Freesub]

Can't wait for the bath...

Also Cindy potentially volunteering to get a special bath is an interesting thought