What a Time to Recall! by CaughtOfLore & Executionus (Part 5 - 8/5/25)

[CaughtOfLore]

I’m so relieved the next part of the story has finally been able to be shared, and delighted to see that it is being well received! It was a little nerve-wracking handing unpolished work over to someone else, but I’m a fan of so much of Executionus’ prior work that I knew deep down it was in very good hands. He has done a spectacular job at weaving in his own ideas so seamlessly, as well as doing what I wasn’t able to do in three years - making the bits that I’d written actually work! The disjointed islands of story I provided have been tidied and expertly bridged together with the perfect prose and phrasing. And reading the passages created wholly by Executionus was thrilling and surreal, like the characters had suddenly gone beyond my words and come to life, not skipping a beat. For something that had me stuck for so long, he made it look so easy. What a frustratingly talented jerk.

Thank you so much, Executionus. This makes me so happy.

[MGS]

Damn, what an amazing chapter! It was as good as I'd hoped it to be, and what an outstanding ending.

I also LOVED how Bridget did in fact start to develop an exhibitionist side, and was getting horny. Would love to see that side of her explored in great detail more. I was hoping Matthew's hand would end up coming into contact with her womanhood and cupping her haha. Her embarrassment was captured perfectly too. Her arousal causing her even more embarrassment and shame. I would very happy read as many chapters as possible, and really really hope to see much more of this story soon.

A+

[Diapal]

Glad to see this story being continued!! Looking forward to the next part!!

[BareB4U]

Love this. It's a rare and precious treat to see a continuation of a CaughtOfLore story. They're masterpieces of "Will they/won't they see me?" tension. A new Executionus story is always a joy to read too. This is like getting double prizes!

[Executionus]

Here is Part Four! There was a gigantic number of "scene islands" written up by CaughtOfLore intended for Part Four as well as significant empty seas between each of them that I filled in to connect the various dots. I also had a couple new ideas to fit into this region and a scene was moved here that was originally envisioned for later (we both agreed it made far more sense earlier on). So long story short, the section of the story that was originally planned out as "Part Four" ended up being 10,000 characters above the post limit. As a result, we cut it in half and it'll be Parts Four and Five. I'll post Part Five in a few days after everyone has had ample time to read Part Four. The final length of the story is looking like it'll be six or seven parts at the conclusion, but the last 1-2 parts will take me longer since those will largely be written by me from the ground up.

With no further ado, enjoy Part Four!

PART FOUR

I'm naked, barely-covered in the back seat, entire body trembling, my arms covering my chest, Matthew's hands covering my downstairs. I'm sweating bullets, shamefully aroused, and surrounded by two of the hottest guys in my class begging me to flash them the uncensored details of my body...details one boy so far has already described as "weird". Oh, and the boys are counting down a doomsday timer before they start taking pictures of me like this, intent on sharing them with every boy I know if I don't give them an uncovered peek. In 3 seconds.

"WAIT!" ...I have no choice. I look them both in the eyes, looking left and right. I have no choice...full exposure to two boys in exchange for not being seen naked-but-covering by all of the others in school. "I'll do it! Put your phones away. Put them away, now!!"

With lightning speed, Paul and Steve pocket their phones. Lack of pictures was a small price to pay for what I just promised them. Part of my distressingly-horny brain actually found it exciting to have two of the prettiest boys in my grade staring at me like this, full of lust for me, hungry to see it all. If the prospect of flashing these hunks wasn't unfathomably humiliating beyond my wildest nightmares this scenario would almost be a fantasy.

I closed my eyes, took a slow deep breath, and prepared myself to once-again expose my deepest, greatest bodily secrets on either side of me. I slowly began to uncurl my arms shielding my pointy breasts and nipples, moving slowly just to savor these last few seconds of modesty....

"HEY!!" A woman suddenly yelled from outside the car, startling all of us. "Get away from my car, right now!"

Oh shit! It's mum back from shopping! I tightened my cover again at the last second before exposure, looking to my sides as Steve and Paul fled the scene quickly. Had she shown up just 2 seconds later they would've seen my nipples. I had never been so glad in my life to hear my mother screaming in her angry "you're in trouble!" voice. The only thing more powerful than teenage boy hormones was the fury of a mother having a very long stressful day.

I tried to make another request for my towel as my family returned, but everyone’s attention was elsewhere as they piled back into their seats and the doors thudded shut around me. The car motor started in again with its purring taunt that told me my hands were still the only shielding I would be permitted while in this car’s confines.

"Bridget! Hands on the seat!" Mum helpfully reminded me. Turns out I wouldn't even have my poor hands for cover, and I reluctantly obeyed her command. Thankfully Steve and Paul were out of range and couldn't see anything. I knew that I'd have to deal with them in the future about all of this, but that was future-Bridget's problem. Present-Bridget is displaying her nude body and all of its private secrets to the thirsty eyes of Ian and Matthew again.

"Uh..." Ian stared at my chest with his eyes and mouth wide open while pointing at my re-exposed nipples, "Your chest! It's swollen!"

"What?" I panicked and looked down. He was only half right: My breasts weren't swollen from the rash, but my nipples were just about as hard as they can get after the rush of hormones, touching, and adrenaline I just experienced earlier with Matthew's hands and the two cute boys from school.

Mum, naturally, turned to look at me "Let me see! Bridget, are you swelling up more?"

I had to stop this conversation ASAP. "No! I'm not swollen at all! I'm...I'm cold and naked. My nipples are just..." argh, explaining female anatomical reactions with the boys staring at my parts continues to be mortifying. "...hard. Because I'm cold. Nothing is wrong, everyone can stop staring at them please!!"

The boys immediately started giggling their stupid, smug giggles at my confession. At least I didn't tell them the actual cause of my erect nipples, but the uncomfortable blush on my mum's face gave me the sickening hint that she might suspect the truth of my physical reaction. I might as well have just confessed to my own mother that I was feeling horny, the last thing I'd ever admit in front of anyone in the world, especially my family or any boys.

“Okay.... Okay,” My mother turned back around and spoke into Ian’s phone as she sat it on the dashboard to fasten her seatbelt, “So we need to get her scrubbed with the wipes now, and then get her rinsed in a hot shower as soon as possible afterwards?”

“That’s right,” confirmed Helen through the phone speaker as she was passed back across to Ian, who seemed very pleased to be taking his seat back next to me. “Someone needs to put the gloves on and get to work dulling the effects of the poison immediately.”

I could see mum frown in the mirror. “Helen,” she said, “if I’m correct, you’re saying I need to get home as soon as possible to get her into a hot shower.”

“As soon as possible, yes.”

Mum sighed and started the car, preparing to finally start driving. “Well I need to be driving home in order to do that. How can I immediately scrub her down while I'm driving? I can't do both.”

“I see your point”, Helen mused. “You don’t particularly want one of the boys driving your car I take it”.

“Never mind the car!” I interjected, “I don’t want one of the boys doing that other stuff!”

“Bridget, I know this is a difficult decision,” said Helen, “And let me make it clear, I can’t tell anyone what to do here. All I can do is strongly urge that certain actions be taken based on the urgency of the situation and dangers presented. Bridget, you need to decide whether you want to go ahead with this for your safety, or whether you are willing to risk the potential for permanent damage to your skin and nerve tissue.”

“They’ll be wearing gloves, Bridget”, my mother reminded me, as if it would bring me any comfort. Which it didn’t, in case you were wondering.

“No way they’re laying a hand on me, gloves or no gloves!” I protested. I didn't want to mention to my mother or brother just how much Matthew's hands had been touching or nearly-touching before she got back.

"Ian." Mum reached back with his phone, returning it to him. "Hold onto the phone while I drive. I don't need some cop pulling me over for using a phone while driving. Listen to Helen and do exactly as she tells you to do. That means you too, Bridget. Don't fight your brother, let him do whatever needs to be done even if it's embarrassing."

Ian smiled devilishly as his phone was handed back to him. The little imp was planning something now, probably related to the fact my mother just told me essentially that he was in charge. I'm supposed to listen to my little brother while my hands are pressed down, my legs are spread apart, and my nipples are pointing outward as far as they'll go. I wanted to scream. *

“Bridget”, Helen addressed me directly, “You need to stay calm. This process is very important. Whoever does this needs to be wearing gloves so as not to leech any of the hazardous chemicals into their own skin. And since you’ve already been touching those areas with your own hands and contaminated them, I would strongly advise that you do not wrap them in gloves at this time. Your hands will sweat inside the gloves and exacerbate any toxicity-”

“I can wipe my hands off with the baby wipes first though! I can use the wipes just fine!” I interrupted.

“Bridget,” Helen responded a little more firmly, “I’ve explained to your mother that the baby wipes are only the first step. They will dull the toxin until we can get you into a hot shower, but they are not enough on their own. Sealing your hands in gloves would act like a greenhouse, making them get worse very quickly. Scrubbing yourself with your bare hands could spread the problem around, and you risk accidentally touching your face if your hands are free. It is best for your hands to stay pressed against the fabric seat to avoid complications once you wipe them off."

I loudly moaned as the car started to drive away. "Helen! I can't let boys touch me all over these areas. You're a woman, don't you understand?"

"I strongly urge you to consider your wellbeing and quickly" Helen replied. "It is imperative that someone gets started on the most visibly irritated areas. Things are likely to worsen the longer you prolong this.”

While I washed my hands using the first wipe, we all three looked down at my rosy pubic area, assuredly thinking the same thing.

“I think my back is the most irritated”, I said hopefully.

“Lean forward a sec?” Ian instantly called my bluff. I leaned forward, and hoped there was some way my back had become red. *

“Nope,” Ian said, “There’s a little pinkness where her bikini straps were, but her tits and vagina are the most irritated for sure”.

“Ian,” my mother said with a frown at Ian’s words, “The word is breasts, not tits. And the visible part between her legs is the vulva. The vagina is inside.”

“Sorry,” Ian responded, looking at my front as I sat back up to glare at him, “Her breasts and vulva are definitely the bits to focus on. Maybe the vagina is irritated too though?”. Ian looked at me to weigh in.

“No, it’s just the outside”, I was cornered into admitting, in the interests of keeping any touching that needed to happen purely external.

Still, it didn’t stop Ian from pursuing the possibility. “How do you know? Have you checked?” He asked.

“I think I’d know if my own vagina was irritated, Ian”, I said, “Just drop it.”

“I mean, you thought your back was the most irritated just a few seconds ago, sooooo…”

“DROP IT.”

"Bridget!" Helen suddenly called out of the phone. "Are you feeling pain or issues with the affected areas? You say you can feel your back is irritated. How severe is the sensation you're experiencing?"

I was stunned by the question at first. To be honest I couldn't feel my back having issues at all since that was a lie to buy time, although there was a slight burning feeling around my areola, butt, and pubic mound which all had larger pieces of the suit to contact them.

"Not severe at all." I answered honestly "Just a little burn in some places, like a sunburn. Nothing bad."

“That's a relief” Helen said warmly, “But now I just want to step you through a quick check to ensure you’re in the clear before the boys wipe you down, and assuming that all goes well we’ll move quickly. Boys, please put your gloves on now and be ready for your part.”

“Okay”, I reluctantly agreed, wishing we were finally at the end of this whole ordeal so I could safely cover up with a towel from the back of the car. Maybe if this "check" took long enough we'd be home before the boys had time to grope me. Although she seemed to consider it very important that I get wiped down, so maybe it would be stupid to stall. Argh....

“Firstly,” Helen said, “Are you experiencing any loss of motor skills in your joints, i.e. fingers, toes, elbows or knees?”

“No”, I quickly said, deciding that stalling could be detrimental to my health even if I really wanted to.

“This isn’t a race, Bridget”, Helen said as she noted my lack of serious consideration of the question, “We need to make sure you’re answering these questions carefully. Can someone in the car please confirm that Bridget has full mobility of her limbs, fingers and toes?”

The eyes of the boys watched and waited. Rolling my eyes, I wiggled my fingers, flopped my arms up and down, lifted and dropped each leg and scrunched and unscrunched my toes. I moved around and took some very undignified poses with the boys watching, but I had no choice. ***

“Everything’s working fine” Matthew confirmed.

“Fantastic”, Helen said, “Okay, secondly, are you experiencing any numbness or lack of sensory reception around any affected areas?”

“Uhmmm”, I breathed nervously, “N-”

“How do we test that?” Ian asked.

“Well”, Helen mused, “Bridget, if you close your eyes, someone can touch you on one of the affected areas, and you could say when and where you felt the touch.”

I could see Matthew trying hard to stop his eyes from lighting up, but they were practically on high-beam. Getting to feel up a naked girl through gloves was a memory I knew he would never, ever forget. Seeing me naked was the best day of his young horny life so far, but getting to actually touch my body… This was the icing on the cake for him.

“I can feel everything just fine, I promise!”, I insisted, eager to put this exercise to rest before it had a chance to begin.

Ian sighed, “Stop wasting Helen’s time and close your eyes! I’m sure there’s other people she could be helping right now!”

Great, thanks for high-roading me, Ian. Both boys had their gloves on, ready to dive in for the kill. The gloves were incredibly cheap looking; made of a thin clear plastic which I just knew would allow their hands to feel more detail than they had any right to.

I glared at Ian and Matthew menacingly, and with a huff I warned them, “Don’t even think of taking the gloves off”. I then scrunched up my face, and closed my eyes. “Get it over with!” I grumbled.

I sat there, eyes closed, anticipating a touch, eager to quickly confirm the location the moment I felt contact. Gloves not withstanding, I didn’t want either Ian or Matthew’s fingers to touch my body for a second longer than they needed to.

What I did not anticipate was to feel both of Matthew’s whole hands come down full grope-mode on my chest! *My eyes shot open and I grabbed Matthew’s wrists, violently removing them from my chest with an almighty shriek. In complete and utter shock, it took me a couple of seconds to remember how to speak English, with a little French coming out in the meantime.

I wrapped both arms tightly over my chest. “Matthew!” I screeched, “What the fuck!?!”

“Sorry! Did I misunderstand?” He said back, trying his best to mirror my shock, but not being able to keep the corners of his mouth from rising, revealing the untempered thrill that simmered beneath his mask.

Ian meanwhile was laughing with such gusto that he sounded like he was going to hyperventilate.

“What?” Mum asked, keeping her eyes on the road, “What happened?”

Matthew quickly defended himself "I touched her breasts and she just screamed out of nowhere."

"He grabbed my breasts with his whole hands like a little pervert!" I explained.

"Bridget, don't call the boys names!" Mum yelled at me. "They're trying to help and Helen said they have to touch your affected areas. Don't blame them for doing what Helen asked. Please, try to show a little maturity here. This is awkward for all of us, not just you."

Argh! Awkward for all of us? This was pleasurable for the boys, their best day ever. I can't believe I'm being told to show maturity when I'm the only person in this car who seems to understand how utterly wrong and improper it was for a poor girl to be stuck naked while her little brother and his best friend get a free pass to grope her.

"Bridget! Hands, down." Ian ordered. My little brother, drunk with backwards authority over me, ordered me to uncover my breasts again to allow them to look and even touch them. I followed the command from the little imp despite the humiliation burning in my face. Imagine my horror when Matthew then snitched on me.

"She grabbed my arms with her messed-up hands!" Matthew told my mother and Helen. He's right, I did, but I had every reason to after he grabbed me like that.

"Oh for Heaven's sake." mum angrily growled. "Bridget, you can't touch anyone with your hands no matter what! Boys, sit on her hands to pin them down so they can't move again."

"MUM!!!" I shouted. "No! I won't touch them again, I promise."

"Bridget, just deal with it. You had your chance to be trusted and you blew it. Boys, sit on her hands and do not let them free no matter what. Understand? I don't want to hear any argument on this. You are wasting valuable time."

I groaned in humiliation as both boys sat their little backsides onto the backs of my hands, firmly pinning them down. I could feel their butts pressing against my hands, feeling a tiny bit of excitement from this normally-forbidden contact. Unfortunately, this excitement was overshadowed by the feeling of being trapped and helpless like this. I couldn't cover up if there was some emergency situation where I needed to do so, and I had no way at all to protect my poor nude body from their hands. My chest puffed outwards for their eyes, looking like it wanted to be seen and touched...even though nothing could be farther from the truth. *

"That was quite a scream she did when touched." Helen finally joined in. "It sounds like she is hypersensitive and sore in that area. Please check again, but be very gentle this time and move your fingers slowly. Bridget, let me know if you feel any pain."

I whimpered and whined, knowing at this point that protest is mostly pointless. I didn't close my eyes this time, feeling that seeing it coming would make it less shocking.

I sharply commanded them "Fingertips only! Not your whole stupid hands!"

Ian on my left, Matthew on my right, suddenly both boys reached in and placed several fingers on the nearest boob. I didn't scream this time, but the urge to scream was hard to resist. Their fingers wiggled and rubbed, the glove offering zero armor. It might as well have been skin on skin with how thin and cheap they were. How could I explain to Helen that my breasts weren't sore, I screamed earlier because they were being fondled by horny brats with grinning faces?*

"Ok ok!" I whimpered, trying to pull my trapped hands free but failing. "They're not sore, you can stop! Stop already!"

Working together, like mirrors of each other, the boys shifted their hands so that their thumbs and fingers squeezed my tits slightly, and their pointer fingers rested on the tips of my pointy, erect nipples slightly rubbing them in circles. I couldn't help it, I gasped loudly! The sudden intimate contact sent jolts of humiliating pleasure through my body like lightning bolts. Boys...were...rubbing...my...NIPPLES! *

"Honey are you sure they're not sensitive?" Helen asked out of the phone. She sounded sincerely worried about me after my gasp, but her concern was giving these boys a blank check to fondle and play with me.

"They're..." Argh, I couldn't believe I had to say this out loud for all to hear. "They're not that kind of sensitive! It's the...other kind. They're not sore at all."

"What do you mean 'other kind'?" Ian asked, neither him nor Matthew stopped their fingers from rubbing circles on my pointy buds and making my chest dance around for them. These brats knew exactly what I meant, they just wanted me to say it out loud. Unfortunately I didn't have any choice if I wanted it to stop.

"The...the pleasurable kind, ok?" I shamefully mumbled. "Please, make them stop." *

More giggles from the gremlins. I just admitted to them that I was getting sexual enjoyment out of what they were doing with their fingers. My nipples were hard enough to be like tiny fingers playing around with their little fingers, my body betraying me by craving this and reacting to every wiggle. It couldn't have been for more than 10 seconds, but that brief experience was causing my body to react in ways that I never ever wanted any boy to witness. I never wanted a boy to witness any part of this day, and this day just wouldn't stop. *

Thankfully Helen rescued me "I see. In that case there should be no further need to check the area. You can stop now."

After 10 seconds of the most intense sexual contact of my life, the boys finally let go. A tiny piece of my hormonal body was unhappy that the contact went away, but I refused to listen to that part of my animal brain. Unfortunately I only had a few seconds of mercy before Helen moved us to phase two.

"We should move immediately to wiping the affected areas. I wouldn't have delayed that, but after talk of sensitivity I needed to make sure that your condition didn't require hospitalization. Thorough cleaning should be sufficient. It is best to begin immediately."

I groaned as both boys turned their attention down low. With how quickly they had moved to sexually stimulate me up top, I instantly realized that they would try to find a way to do the same down south too. Or at minimum, Ian would. Matthew had a chance to grab me there earlier with Paul and Steve and he chose to behave. I didn't trust either of these boys as far as I could throw them, but I had to admit that I trusted Matthew twice as much as I did Ian. Besides, my heart and hormones were still racing from earlier when his hands were down there, no matter how much I fought to push away those deviant thoughts.

"Wait!" I had to act fast. "Ian, you stay upstairs. I want Matthew cleaning downstairs. I draw the line at my own brother touching me anywhere near down there!"

Ian groaned slightly, but thankfully my mum agreed with me "Boys, do as she says. Hurry up with the cleaning! Traffic is getting bad, it's going to take longer to get home than I thought."

Five seconds after she brought up traffic, our car comes to a complete stop at a red light with us sitting several cars back in line. We're so far back that this might take two full light cycles or more to resolve. While we were moving I wasn't as worried about people peeking in the windows, figuring that our speed and me being in the middle seat would keep me out of sight enough to not be noticed. But while fully stopped on a three-lane road, any car stopped next to us could possibly look over to their side and see me!

Matthew had the box in hand before I had time to breathe in again, ready to get started as soon as he could. I shuddered as I watched him peel back the seal on top of the baby wipes and spotted the demoralizing words on the label that proclaimed “gentle on baby’s bits and botts!”. As he plucked the baby wipe square from the pack, it was evident that they too were a budget option, looking to span a width that would be slightly short of the total length of his hand. He visibly smiled when he noticed this, both of us now understanding that his fingertips were bound to leave the cloth’s barrier during his movements over my body, and the only thing preventing skin-to-skin would be an almost non-existent film of plastic. His eyes barely left my vulva as he handed the wipe box to Ian and got ready to begin.

Meanwhile cars arrived on either side of ours, all waiting on the red light. To my right was a small truck driven by a good-looking young adult man. He seemed focused forward on the road and the light and hopefully wouldn't look over this way. On my left side, however, was an SUV driven by a woman who had several young boys in the back around Ian and Matthew's age. It looked like a soccer team being driven by one of their mothers. All it would take would be one of those hyperactive sports kids looking out the window in my direction and they would see my completely-nude pointy pyramids, and odds are good that the one who saw me first would tell all of the others immediately. I frantically tried to pull my hands free from underneath the boys in order to cover myself, but they had me completely pinned and helpless. My chest was just sitting there out in the open waiting to be discovered!

"Ian!! Matthew!!" I nervously whined. "Let me go, hurry! Those boys are gonna see me naked!"

"No! Boys, do not let her use her hands!" Mum shouted back. "Bridget, we just talked about this."

"MUM!! PLEASE!! They're going to see my breasts!" I trembled and pulled, helplessly trapped. My vulnerable exposed boobs bounced around lewdly as I shook and thrashed.*

"Oh for crying out loud.... Ian help your sister stay hidden, and hurry up with getting her wiped down! We're gonna be stuck in traffic for a bit."

I prayed, I hoped, and I watched in horror as one of the boys looked my way and did a double-take, unsure if what he thought he saw was real or not. My eyes were pure panic. His eyes were pure shock. I couldn't stop trembling. The boy completely froze. I had one second, maybe two, before he would alert all of the other soccer boys to my nudity situation.

"IAN!! IAN HURRY!" I frantically squealed. "He's looking! They're looking!!!"

"Calm down, sheesh." was the response from Ian, no urgency on his face at all. Instead of urgency there was a smirk. "I'm getting the wipes out of the box, hold your horses."

I looked into Ian's eyes and realized that he was taking his time on purpose. Trapped, exposed, and helpless, I fought desperately in vain to break free and hide my nipples. Please please, just let me hide them! Somebody, anybody save me!

I whimpered when the soccer team suddenly all swarmed to the right-side window, 6 younger boys with their faces as close to me as possible. They're looking! They can see my most humiliating body parts, my "weird" pointy breasts with nipples hard as rocks and sticking out an entire inch!

"THEY'RE LOOKING!!!" I screamed, thrashing like a wounded animal. "HELP! DO SOMETHING! PLEASE!!!"

While the smirking Ian was taking his time pulling the wipes out of the box and leaving my chest fully exposed, Matthew provided me the mercy of holding his hands over my vulva without touching it again. Matthew was holding his wipe in hand but not touching my anatomy yet. He was somehow resisting the urge to touch me even with the best excuse in the universe, but we both knew that wouldn't last. I looked at his face to see a faint "for the greater good" expression mixed in with his overwhelming lust, which was preferable to Ian's "for the greater evil" look.

"Bridget, please!" My mum suddenly snapped. "My ears! Stop screaming and try to be mature for once today. You're naked, boys can see you, deal with it! Ian, hurry up and help your sister already."

"Sorry!" Ian unconvincingly replied while picking the phone back up instead of covering me up. I'm squirming around frantically while that smug jerk stalls by talking to the phone in his hand. "Helen, how should I wipe her breasts? Like...clockwise or what?" **

"Clockwise is good." Helen answered, deadpan, oblivious to her role in his stalling.

The traffic light finally turned green and the cars started moving again slowly, our car moving one car length more than the SUV's lane before halting at the next red. At last my tits were out of sight of the soccer kids, no thanks to my troll of a brother. Those six younger guys just scored the greatest "goal" of their lives, and I knew that unlike during soccer games every single one of those leering letchers were going to be using their hands extensively tonight...all with my shamefully-aroused breasts vividly-clear in their memories. And there was nothing I could do about it now.

Thankfully the car next to us on that side now was an old lady with glasses, unlikely to look this way or see well even if she did. For the moment nobody was looking in at me. I was safe, for now, at least from new witnesses. Two pervy boys were about to start touching my private areas openly, which might even be worse than being seen by strangers.

Far too late to save me, and also infinitely sooner than my liking, my little brother's hands inched closer and closer to begin the dirty deed. His smirk never went away as he prepared to feel me up, even as his face darkened red and he began to sweat. As he brought the wipe toward my chest, I tensed up and shrank in my seat. Unable to stop what was about to happen, I instinctively tried to push backwards through the car seat to avoid the approaching hand. We both watched as the cloth-covered hand finally made contact, part-way down my ribs, right at the juncture where the bottom of my left breast tissue began.

“Hohhh!” I involuntarily honked. I hadn’t been prepared for how cold the cloth would be, and it caused me to jump a little in my seat. Ian laughed at my undignified noise. Matthew didn’t react though, his eyes and mind too focused on absorbing everything he could about what he and Ian were doing or about to be doing. Gently, Ian came to lay his whole hand flat over the cloth against my body, readying himself for gliding it upwards and over the little peak of my left breast.

As Ian's icy cloth graced my defenseless tit, Matthew's cloth finally made contact as well...touching my bikini waistband region and the top of my sparse puff of pubic hair. Time felt like it froze for a minute, neither boy moving as their full hands pressed against me at last instead of the mere fingertips from earlier. All three of us knew those hands were in "safe" areas now but in a few seconds they would both go exploring. I felt and saw goosebumps prickling all down my arms, and prepared for more as I anticipated the cloths going to work.

To my surprise it was Matthew who moved first, incredibly timidly. He began with my bikini waistline, avoiding my explicit zones for the moment. Or perhaps he was "saving the best for last". With my pubic area given a momentary delay on contact, my mind focused entirely on my brother's efforts on my overly-sensitive breasts.

With a gentle motion, Ian’s left hand slid up my front, and very deliberately came to a complete stop right on top of my left tit. I felt him give it a subtle squeeze, and I’m sure he had hoped I wouldn’t perceive it, but he was obviously trying to strike a balance between seeming innocent and being able to get a proper feel of it. From my perspective though it was nowhere near as gentle as it would have needed to be to go unnoticed. I was on high-alert to begin with.

As I opened my mouth to object to the little shit’s hand just hanging out on my breast, I made a horrifying realization: The cloth hadn’t moved along with the glove! It seemed that the plastic film these gloves were made of didn’t provide any grip, leaving the cloth behind as his hand had shifted onto my little flesh cone unencumbered!

“Ah!” Was all I could say for a moment.

Ian was now actively holding my left breast with his whole hand! *

“Hey!” I hissed at Ian, as an unparalleled rush of mortification washed over me. “Ohmygod! You… You…” I sputtered, shooting daggers at him from my eyes. Ian remained still, just staring at his bare hand against my tit, grinning like a madman, making no effort to move it. In retrospect it was likely because this was as much a surprise to him as it was to me, and he was simply frozen over with shock. I twisted my torso to escape his open fondling of me. In the process his hand slid across my breast, and I’ve no doubt he got a good sense of my sensitive hardened nipple as his hand brushed across it.

Mild whimpers escaped my lips as Ian rubbed my left boob and nipple in circles with the cool wipe. The layers of cloth and glove between his bare hand and my critically-sensitive excited chest was amazingly deficient. I thought it would insulate more, but it felt almost like his bare hand on me. I looked at his wild wide eyes and could see it felt that way for him too. I watched him revel in the thrill and power of feeling and exploring every nuance of my budding boobs, making me powerless to stop him, and knowing this boy his entire life I could even feel how much pleasure he gained from knowing that all of this was happening with our mom's permission while she sat right in front of us both. Having my cones massaged by any boy was mortifying beyond belief, especially my own little brother. *

What made this breast wipe situation even more humiliating, the cherry on top of my shame sundae, was how good it felt to be rubbed there by him. All car ride I tried to hide how strongly this stupid, utterly-unfair shitshow was causing my body to grow turned on against my wishes, but this breast and nipple massage was speeding everything up to a point where hiding my arousal could soon prove impossible. It turned my subconscious arousal response into an exponential growth and there's nothing I could do to stop it. I couldn't free my hands to shield my needy body from soccer eyes, much less the touches currently hypnotizing it. *

At the same time that Ian was wiping my left tanline, Matthew discarded his first wipe and grabbed a second one from the box. His intention was crystal clear: Wipe one was for my waistline, wipe two was going between my legs. I gazed at his eyes. There was no “this is for the greater good, honestly” expression this time. Matthew’s face was stoic, but his eyes glimmered with what I can assume was unsurpassed excitement he was desperately trying to suppress outwardly. Maybe he feared this whole time that somebody would stop this if he let on how much it turned him on. Maybe somebody should've stopped this madness anyway, but I no longer had the power. I'm not even sure I still had the will.

I could see Matthew as he brought the wipe down toward me, that he was holding it in a way that had the wipe only covering the palm of his hand, with his fingers left to hang freely over the edge. The way he shifted it into this position after laying it out flat in his hand made it clear this was absolutely an intentional move. I went to say something, anything, but as I opened my mouth his eyes locked with mine. This wasn’t a sheepish or guilty look - not even a flicker. This was a look that said “You’re actually going to let me do this, aren’t you?”

My silence answered him, loud and clear. *

My stomach twitched from the anticipation, and we could both see it tense as his hand moved back toward me, though now toward my most intimate parts. Finally, his hand came to rest at the top of my pubic area. I inhaled sharply as the coldness of the baby wipe met the area between my belly button and privates, the tips of his fingers immediately exploring the soft skin just above my girl parts. I looked nervously up to confirm mum was too occupied with driving to have spotted what had happened. Matthew seemed to take this as a cue, and angled his arm further around in front of me, blocking any direct line-of-sight of the escalating proceedings. In her rear-view mirror everything would look innocent, mere cleaning. But from my point of view, it looked as though any desire in Matthew to remain innocent was losing. Badly!

Matthew’s fingers slid a little further down, until they were straddling my eager, throbbing clit. They moved in little circles, just barely grazing the sides of it every few rotations. If you didn't know any better It almost looked like he was dutifully scrubbing my pelvis and pubic hair, but those fingertips kept flickering against the edge of the magic button. It felt maddeningly good, and every breath coming out of me was on the precipice of being a moan. I looked over at his face and did everything I could to try and stop a soft whimper from escaping. He smiled a little. Fuck! Did he know what he was doing to me? Was he deliberately toying with me???

“What the fuck, dude…” Ian whispered when he saw what was happening, unable to contemplate why I had stopped making a fuss when things were so clearly getting out of hand. I’m not sure if the comment was directed at me or at Matthew, but he trailed off in stunned disbelief and made no attempt to follow up. *

My mind grew fuzzy and my vision grew hazy quickly. A gasp and intense shiver went through me when Ian moved from my left breast to my right, the right one somehow growing far more sensitive than the left during it's period of need and jealousy when her sister experienced the touches of a boy. My legs trembled as Matthew's fingers parted in a V shape to explore deeper, lower, without breaking the unspoken rule barring direct contact with my actual parts themselves. Those fingers left the wipe far behind, parked forever right above my hood. His fingers surrounded it, massaged around it, brushed against the little bits and edges, wiggled mercilessly, but he refused to cross that final line. Not yet. I wondered in shock if he was waiting for my verbal permission to proceed. I wondered in shame if I would give it to him.

"Please...." I whispered, breathing loud enough to be noticed. I don't know what I asked for, what I hoped for. Stop? Continue? I just needed something, anything, to take the edge off of what they were both doing to me. Ian's gropes, squeezes, and pinches were breaking me. Meanwhile Matthew's wiggling fingers on my edges were doing intense things to me that I've never even dreamed of being able to do to myself in countless private experiments I performed behind closed doors on my own anatomy. It wasn't fair that some random boy, some friend of my brother, could do so much better on his very first try than I could do after dozens of rounds of practice on myself.

I felt the car move at another green light and then felt it stop at red once again. I couldn't hold still anymore and was struggling to not make inappropriate noises. My legs somehow found a way to spread wider than they were before. I raised my eyes to look out the window to my left and saw the last thing I wanted to see: Those accursed soccer boys in the SUV aligned next to our car again! I tried to scream in horror and shame at these perverts, but the noise released was a pitiful whimper. I stared into their eyes, watching me losing my sanity while two lucky brats rubbed my nude body top and bottom in front of them. Their vehicle was taller than ours and my legs were wide, my pelvis splayed out lewdly. Their eyes were pointed low, all six of them. They were staring at my pussy now! The horny ones inside this car were too. Sixteen eyes from eight total boys, all shamefully younger than me by a year or two, were glued in one place only: my precious feminine treasure.

"Helen?" Ian nervously asked into his phone very quietly, possibly to avoid my distracted mother overhearing. "Is it bad if her...vulva starts to leak white goo?" *

NO!!! I convulsed suddenly in a reaction of unrestrained shock and shame, making the two boys jump back a tiny bit. Please no, god no.... I looked straight down my torso, down at my lewdly-open girlish charms. There it was: I was soaked! I was gushing and even dripping downward. It was messy down there and unfathomably indecent. This humiliation buffet of stripping, exposure, inability to cover, constant discovery by boys, and merciless teasing and rubbing of my most sensitive little places had all combined to turn my formerly-demure little slit into a fully-bloomed flower doing its best impression of a waterfall for the enjoyment of my eight male witnesses.

Two of the boys leering at my explicit flow of precum are boys I know personally and I am expected to somehow look into their eyes from now on. One of those boys is my own little brother, leaning his face and hands close enough to see that part of me in even more detail than I'd be able to see myself in the mirror. ***

"Goo??" Helen finally replied after a couple seconds of stunned silence from that outlandish question, and replied far too loudly for my desire. "Are you talking about an infection?"

"No!" I frantically tried to stop her from saying any more before my mum heard anything this topic. I failed.

"Infection??" Mum yelled back at us, unable to see the circumstances due to Matthew's arm blocking her line of sight in the mirror. "An infection? Where?"

I whined "Nowhere!" but a half-second later Matthew corrected "Her va..vagina. There's..."

No, no, NO! I had to draw the line at this clueless boy telling my mother that her "innocent" precious young daughter is soaking wet with precum in the back seat of our car caused by less than a minute of physical contact in that general area. There's a thousand reasons I couldn't possibly let her know this about me, especially the parts that my own brother was involved and that it barely took any rubbing at all to turn me into a wreck. I melted into a leaking mess of hormones and lust in only half the duration of a single red light cycle. I could not let my mum know just how easy I was turning out to be after puberty started its embarrassing work on me.

Almost as shameful would be explaining to these pervy boys the real reason my pussy is doing this in front of them. That was not an option either. The mockery would never cease, the shame would never end. I had to act in an instant, silencing Matthew mid-sentence with a loud interruption.

"It's not infected, nothing is infected!" I yelled over him. "These stupid boys don't know anything about girl bodies!"

The phone held close to the area in question asked me "Are you sure there's no..." but I didn't even let Helen finish her question before I broke in.

"Girl parts get a little damp when being cleaned. It's normal! Stop asking about it. Stop talking about it. Matthew you're supposed to...." I paused for a second. Jesus Christ I couldn't believe what I was about to ask him to do, but somehow the alternative was marginally more humiliating at that exact moment. "...you're supposed to wipe it off."

There it was: The crossing of the line he wouldn't cross himself. I just gave Matthew direct permission to stop avoiding my labia, to touch my gushing kitty directly, and everyone in this car heard me do it. I heard me do it. I think even my kitty heard me do it, and I'm positive I could feel tiny little convulsions of approval down there after I said the command. Fuck!**

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Great Chapter! The detail in the cleaning was marvelously told as is the part played by the mysterious Hellen. I just have to tell you, her part in all of this is essential in maintaining plausibility and I love how you are using her. Looking forward to the next chapter.

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Excellent progression! Would be interesting to see her brother get a chance to touch the downstairs, despite her desperate avoidance of that

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