The Last Straw (new 4/5)

[neverdoubted]

Cindy stood frozen in place - her eyes glassy and unfocused with a look of mild concern on her face. Her light brown hair was perfectly fixed for church and adorned with a chaste, white bow. Below that, she was completely bare down to her shoes. The morning sun made her glow with ethereal light. From moment to moment, she toggled between an unclothed angel from the heavenly realms come down to grace us with her presence and my little, naked stepsister.

My eyes darted up and down her pale body - rushing to catalog the various parts of her I had never seen before. Because this was the fourth Conyor woman I had seen naked, many parts of her anatomy were surprisingly familiar to my hungry gaze; just in a smaller package. Her bare state made the few things she still had on stand out even more.

A flash of vivid color on her abdomen did catch my eye. But it was too brief and too far away to make out. When the door slammed shut behind her, she flinched and broke out of her stupor. Seeming to change her mind about leaving the room like this, the naked girl spun in place and scrambled for the handle. But the door was locked, and she soon realized she had no way to open it!

Growing increasingly frantic, she pressed her front against the door and began to shake with sobs. This was clearly not playing out like she had imagined when she made the fateful decision to take off all her clothes and step outside.

Seeing her baby sister's naked distress, Bea curled her own unclothed body into a tight ball and also began to cry. Mary clutched her chest as if her heart was failing her and cast a helpless look my way. Why was she looking at me? Should I be doing something?

"Damnit to hell," Frank cursed, checking the time.

As he reached for the latch and swung his door wide, I scrambled past Bea to beat him out of the car. When he got out and saw me standing in his way, he frowned.

"I don't like surprises, boy - especially when it means more work for me."

"I'll handle it," I assured him, holding my breath.

Cindy was supposed to be my responsibility. I hoped Frank still saw it that way. But if I didn't resolve the situation rapidly and without making a scene, all the deference and authority he had granted me so far would be rescinded. Giving me a once-over, he nodded.

Turning around, I gulped as the weight of this test settled over me. As much as I wanted to gawk and drool, I was determined to keep my giddy hormones in check. But even with my reputation on the line, as I approached her, I got distracted more than once by Cindy's naked backside.

Her waist was tiny, bordering on skinny, which made her pert rump look plump and round by comparison. She was built like Mary, only smaller and more compact. It was nearly impossible not to stare. Her young, coltish legs were just starting to fill in with the muscles and curves that would someday match her older sister. In a word, she was stunning.

Before this trip, Cindy was the only of my stepsisters I had ever been able to relate to or even tolerate. Mary usually wanted nothing to do with me, and I was smart enough to steer clear of Bea.

Maybe because Cindy was a year younger, she actually seemed to look up to me. Seeking me out just to bring me one of her freshly baked cookies, she would read me a poem she had written or show off a new design from her needlepoint kit. She was a better seamstress and a better baker than her mother.

She would always ask to see what I was working on, too. Even though I knew my model airplanes or some arrowhead I had just found held no real interest to her, I would still swell with pride whenever she looked at me in rapt attention with those big expressive eyes of hers.

"That's so neat, Frankie," she would gush, her face beaming up at me with genuine admiration, "would you like a glass of milk to wash those cookies down?"

She sometimes got co-opted by her domineering sisters, but deep down, Cindy was a kind and considerate soul. She would never hurt anybody or anything if she could help it and would even go out of her way to make everyone around her comfortable. She made the world a better place.

To see this lovely young creature in such a state made me want to wrap my arms around her and assure her that I would fix everything. That she had no reason to fret. And though I kept getting distracted by those cute dimples just below her waist and the way her pert bottom flexed as she squirmed where she stood, I was determined to help this fair maiden in her time of distress.

When she saw my shadow fall over her, she squirmed more urgently. Unwilling to change her position and risk exposing any more of her body than she already was, she craned her neck and looked back at me in terror. Tears were streaming down her red cheeks as she pressed herself even more tightly against the door and jiggled the handle over and over fruitlessly.

"Frankie, justopenthedoor," she blubbered, her words quivering and barely coherent, "please, Frankie, plehehehehEEEEEESE-"

Her shoulders heaved as sobs drowned out her words. A little dramatic - even for her. I could tell this was not playing out like she had imagined or planned. But why was it playing out at all?

For days, she had watched Mary struggle through a vacation without clothes. And just yesterday, Bea had received an equally devastating sentence. What could possibly have possessed Cindy to think it a good idea to willingly strip down to nothing but her shoes and a hair bow and join them in their naked misery?

Mary and Bea, completely preoccupied with surviving from one humiliating moment to the next, no longer had time or energy for their little sister. And the two girls losing their clothes also made me lose all interest in Cindy. I had repeatedly brushed off any attempt she made to connect with me - even scheming to dump her off on our parents at every opportunity to spend more time with her naked sisters.

She was so socially attuned. To be abandoned by all her siblings at nearly the same time must have devastated her. She would go to great lengths to reestablish that connection with us. But how great? The answer to that question was now standing on display right in front of me.

"Come here," I answered - my voice soft and gentle.

As soon as I opened my arms, the frightened sparrow darted into my embrace. Thanks to Mary, I had some recent experience hugging a naked girl and was able to focus on consoling and supporting her rather than dwelling on how soft and supple her bare back felt beneath my hands.

"Please, Frankie, just open the door," she whispered again.

As tightly as she clung to me, she also clung to the hope of returning to the past and getting her clothes back. But alas, her die was cast the moment she stepped through that door. I had come not to help her undo what she had done, but to help her find a way to move forward without them.

"You know I can't do that now," I answered.

When she let out a loud whimper of grief, her whole body trembled in my grasp. But that was the last sob she made, and her crying actually diminished in intensity after that.

For a bit, I just stood there and comforted her until she had recomposed herself. She at least had the benefit of making this fateful decision by her own free will. She had concluded that to join her sisters in a state of naked embarrassment would be better than to go another day of our vacation being left out of the group and ignored. At least this way, they would all be together. Sharing the same fate.

Sensing that the tears had stopped, I spoke again.

"It's going to be ok," I promised, "would you like me to sit with you on the way to church?"

She raised her head off my shoulder. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks tear-stained. I kept my eyes trained on hers even though I desperately wanted to look further down her naked front at where her chest was pressing into mine.

She accepted my offer with a sniffle and a nod - even managing a weary smile. Because she was still trembling and unsteady, I kept my arm around her to support her on the way to the car. As soon as I let go, she covered herself with her hands in the exact same manner every girl instinctively does when she finds herself naked in public.

I held the large, gated rear door open for her, but before entering the car, she turned and took one last look back at the Tuck Me Inn. Everything she had packed on this trip, her hair supplies, her souvenirs, her clothes, were locked inside that motel room. She would never see any of them again. That was a high cost for not being relegated and ignored. But little, brave Cynthia Sue Conyor was willing to pay it.

Climbing into the back-back seat, she immediately curled into a ball - another thing naked girls do on instinct. But when I climbed in beside her and shut the door, she let me place my arm around her in a comforting hug and laid her head against my shoulder.

Frank put the station wagon into gear and backed out of the parking spot without a second thought. Patricia, on the other hand, had a few thoughts about her youngest daughter showing up for church with nothing on but her shoes.

"Oh, Frank," she cried, reaching over as if she were going to grab ahold of the steering wheel and halt our exit. She stayed her hand but continued to advocate on behalf of her frightened baby girl.

"This isn't right. We need to help her. We need to go back!"

"Seems fine to me," my father replied, "Junior’s handling it."

Looking back and seeing all three of her daughters now traveling naked with no access to clothes, the situation didn't seem fine to Patricia. But what could she do about it?

"Oh, oh, oh Frank," she fretted, as the car accelerated away from the motel, "oh please Frank, oooooh-"

But in her needy pleas, all I could hear were echoes of the sexual noises she had been making all night long on the other side of the wall.

...oh Frank, oh frank, oh fuck me Frank...

I would never be able to look at my stepmother the same again.

[WingDing]

Sounds like Frank Sr. has his perfect vacation now. He's able to off load dealing with the kids and can just focus on enjoying the trip with his wife.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

What percentage of Cindy's clothes did she bring on this trip? Cindy is now in the same boat as Bea. When this family returns home, I think that they will continue to have naked females walking around for awhile. Mary's clothes are safe at home though, so maybe Mary might share some of her clothes with her sisters, and of course Frankie and Patricia can too (assuming that Patricia survives this vacation with clothes), but either way, the females of this household are going to be pretty depleted of clothing.

[neverdoubted]

Sounds like Frank Sr. has his perfect vacation now. He's able to off load dealing with the kids and can just focus on enjoying the trip with his wife.

He does seem to be enjoying the vacation at lot more lately.

[neverdoubted]

What percentage of Cindy's clothes did she bring on this trip? Cindy is now in the same boat as Bea. When this family returns home, I think that they will continue to have naked females walking around for awhile. Mary's clothes are safe at home though, so maybe Mary might share some of her clothes with her sisters, and of course Frankie and Patricia can too (assuming that Patricia survives this vacation with clothes), but either way, the females of this household are going to be pretty depleted of clothing.

I will not answer your question directly. But you may be on to something...

[Somebody]

Ahhh I love it. I love her instant regret. Love that description of her coltish legs. And I like getting some more backstory on their relationship. My inner cheapskate is once again frowning at the loss of hard-earned possessions, even something as accursed as clothing, but... I'm sure Frank Sr. will just use that as motivation for better policies in the future. These girls obviously can't be trusted with clothes.

[neverdoubted]

Idea all along was to roll out Frankie’s nuanced relationships with his stepsisters gradually to explain why he takes a unique approach with each of them. If they were all the same, it would be boring.

[Freesub]

Idea all along was to roll out Frankie’s nuanced relationships with his stepsisters gradually to explain why he takes a unique approach with each of them. If they were all the same, it would be boring.

Would be fun to see them compete for his attention in the car. Maybe by uncovering their bits or offering them up to be petted.

[student]

Nice to have two posts so close together.

What next? How do you manage to end each post with a cliff hanger?

[neverdoubted]

Nice to have two posts so close together.

What next? How do you manage to end each post with a cliff hanger?

Years of practice been doing it since Thornwood