Party Pooper Becomes Party Entertainment (complete)

[mikewozere]

--PART 1--

"Oh my God, you're not gonna believe what your Paul's done!" Beth's friend Blaire declared, looking up from her phone.

"Oh no, what now?" Beth said, dreading what her little stepbrother was up to while their parents were away for the weekend, and she (being 17 and he just 14) was meant to be "in charge". And this was only the first day (just before 7pm Friday afternoon).

"Sounds like he's throwing a party at yours! My nephew's just messaged me."

"What the fuck?! That little shit was explicitly told NO PARTIES!" Beth said. This was only the last of a series of personality clashes with her new little brother; they just seemed to butt heads over most things. He did think she was attractive (but would never tell her that), but otherwise found her judgemental of him and his mates, such as reporting to their parents when she'd caught them smoking.

Leaving half of her McDonald's burger uneaten, she stood up and gulped down the remainder of her Coke. "Rohan, can you take me home please? Before his friends trash the place."

"Sure," Rohan replied. He'd already finished his meal anyway.

"I'll come too," said Poppy, getting to her feet also, eager to watch Beth tear a strip off her stepbrother.

Beth had only moved to the area eight months ago, with her mom, but was a good fit among the group of friends she regularly hung out with. Most attended the same sixth form as her.

The trio said their goodbyes to their other three friends, and asked them to pass on their apologies to Mike, who was meant to be meeting up with them later, after finishing his shift at a local supermarket. Mike really liked Beth, and she him, but neither had made a move to ask the other out yet - as it happened, Mike had been planning to try to pluck up the courage that very evening!

They left the restaurant and headed for Rohan's car. He'd not long passed his test, and was the only one of the group to have done so. His car (a present from his Indian parents) was a little decrepit, but the girls felt safe enough.

Beth directed Rohan to her mom and stepdad's house, about a 20 minute drive, and he parked nearby. Music could be heard even from outside of their semi-detached house, and Beth was grateful that the couple who lived in the attacted house were currently abroad. The wooden gate into their small front garden with its little lawn in the middle had been left wide open, and she found the front door was on the latch and entered without needing her key.

She immediately encountered a bunch of at least ten youngsters (more boys than girls) in their lounge alone, but she could see more in the kitchen/diner, with even more in the rear garden. Some faces she knew, two being twelve-year-old non-identical twin boys Toby and Evan from just across the street, whom she'd babysat for a couple of times. They gave her a small wave and she was tempted to say hi, but instead simply returned a half-hearted wave back, and didn't smile; she was on a mission. She didn't know that Paul was friendly with them - most of the friends that Paul hung around with weren't the sort that their parents approved of, let alone would have wanted in their house, and whose own parents didn't care too much what they got up to, Beth judged. There was also a fairly strong smell of weed, although she couldn't see anyone smoking, she suspected she would if she went into the kitchen or garden.

The lounge was large, as it comprised two downstairs rooms that had been combined into one, and she noted that the sofa and chairs had all been moved to the side walls. The kitchen/diner was an extension added to the rear of the house. Everyone was in high spirits, with several drinking cans of alcohol or alcopops. She wondered who'd bought the booze for them, but guessed older siblings - something she'd never do, being the responsible and trustworthy girl she was.

Spotting her troublesome stepbrother chatting in the kitchen doorway she handed Poppy her small handbag (containing her phone) and stormed over to confront him. Her two friends waited near the front door. Poppy, wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt glanced nervously at the partygoers (most of whom were taller than her, being fairly petite), and was pleased it wasn't her who was about to put an end to their fun. Although Poppy was friends with Beth, she'd been jealous of her good looks since Beth had arrived on the scene; not least because she had designs on Mike herself.

Rohan was taller than most of the partygoers, but quite a nervous, introverted boy, and only really socialised with Logan and Aaron, who coaxed him out of his shell. He had a secret crush on Beth, but knew there was something between her and Mike, and anyway would never have the courage to act on it.

As Beth passed the hi-fi she turned off the music, to boos and complaints from the crowd. "What the hell, Paul?" she shouted in Paul's face.

"Oh relax sis, it's just a little party, and I've even told everyone that upstairs is off limits, so nobody's been in your room, if that's what you're worried about."

"You were told no parties, you're abusing our parents' trust."

"They'll understand, nobody's hurt and nothing's broken. Don't be such a killjoy, have a drink," he pointed into the kitchen.

"Nothing's broken except your promise. I always thought you were thick - no wonder your dad had you tested for retardedness," she raised her voice even more for the last part so that more bystanders could hear. This elicited sniggers from some partygoers.

Paul saw (and flushed) red with anger and humiliation, then retorted, "You know I have dyslexia, I'm not thick!"

Beth turned her back on him and continued to rant as she confiscated cans and glasses from nearby partygoers, placing them on furniture or the floor before trying to usher them towards the front door. "Party's over," she kept repeating, getting increasingly frustrated that everyone seemed to be ignoring her.

"Hi Beth, wanna dance?" one of Paul's best friends called Harry said with a wink, despite there being no music. He, like several other friends of Paul, had met Beth before. All of them had admired the slim 17-year-old with long dark hair in a ponytail, and several masturbated while thinking of her. The others laughed as she totally ignored Harry's question and turned her back on him.

Beth climbed up onto an armchair near to the doorway and addressed the crowd in a loud voice, almost shouting, "Everyone, leave your drinks and head for the front door. Paul didn't have permission to invite you here, and he'll probably be grounded for a month." This last comment made Paul seethe with anger, and felt belittled in front of his peers.

"Really got her knickers in a twist, your sister, eh?" Harry commented to Paul.

"Yep," Paul said bitterly, but then he grinned. His friend had given him an idea of how to take his bossy, stuck-up stepsister down a peg or two, and save face at the same time.

Beth had climbed down from the armchair and was in the process of forcefully guiding one of the smaller boys and an equally small girl towards the exit when Paul intercepted her. Grabbing both of her wrists he announced loudly, "We're taking bets on the colour of Beth's knickers! Who wants to start?" The two young teens she was escorting turned and smirked mischievously at her.

"What the fuck?" said Beth, while trying to free herself from her stepbrother's surprisingly strong grip. Her charge's announcement had attracted the attention of all those in the room, and everyone turned to face the warring siblings. "Let go of me you creepy little twerp," she snarled, trying to wrestle her wrists free.

"White!" one of Paul's best friends shouted.

"Ok, white votes here," Paul said, releasing Beth's left wrist to indicate where the boy should stand. Some people joined him to register their 'white' vote, while others circled around the party host and his older sister. Beth's friends remained near the door, highly amused at Beth's situation, and wondering if she was going to be forced to flash her knickers.

"I reckon they're black," the girl that Beth had been pushing out announced, sneering at her.

"Black here," Paul indicated where she should stand and some others joined her.

"Let's just have a look and see," a rather short, overweight boy called Doug laughed, and began lifting the hem of Beth's knee-length denim shirt, to the amusement of a couple of his friends. She squealed and pushed it back down before her underwear was revealed.

"No cheating," Paul admonished with a grin. "We'll find out after the vote."

"No you fucking won't you pervert," Beth responded. "Now let me go!" She tried again in vain to free herself from his vice-like grip. She had a horrible feeling that the partygoers wouldn't be happy until they saw her underwear, and she was heavily outnumbered. She could feel the horny boys eyeing-up her long, bare legs, and regretted her decision to go with just white sneakers rather than leggings and shoes.

"I reckon she's wearing red knickers," another boy said (thinking they may match the red T-shirt she was wearing), and created a new group without being prompted. A few others joined him. By now everyone had moved from the rear garden and kitchen/diner into the lounge to enjoy the unexpected show.

"Alright everyone, vote white, black, or red," Paul announced while indicating where to stand. "Any other colour behind me." Most youngsters not in a group moved to make their selection, and then Paul spoke the words that made Beth's stomach lurch: "Time to show everyone your knickers, Beth. Let's see who's won this round."

[EddieDavidson]

This is starting out nicely.

[MaireadM]

Good start.
I hope her friends get dragged in as well

[KnightMan]

This is awesome. Great start I can't wait for more. BTW I vote white / flowers

[justcantgetitup]

Good start.
I hope her friends get dragged in as well

Seconded. I want the friends to get trapped and stripped too.

I vote light blue panties for Beth, white with flowers for Poppy and tighty-whitey y-fronts for Rohan.

I've enjoyed several of these types of story but the victim always ends up totally crushed. I can't help wondering how the story would pan out if one of them definitely confronted their tormentors and said. "Ok. You've got me naked. So fucking what?"

[mikewozere]

--PART 2--

"Touch me and you'll be sorry," Beth threatened the horde closing in around her, but was unable to hide the fear in her voice. She also didn't like the implication that there would be more 'rounds'. She nervously glanced at all of the grinning faces of Paul's friends or friends of friends, some of whom she recognised, from their neighbourhood or seeing them around either there in their house or from school (her sixth form building was linked to Paul's school, and on the same site). A couple of the pupils she knew were from the year above Paul. She wondered if Blaire's nephew was one of the boys ogling her. The girls, she noticed, were giggling among themselves, or whispering in each other's ear and laughing.

By quickly twisting her wrist, Beth managed to free herself from Paul's grip and tried to dart into a space, but her escape was cut short by a girl almost as tall as her. She grabbed Beth's right arm and held onto it tightly while a couple of her friends surrounded the older girl.

Several boys (including Doug) started to lift Beth's skirt up by its hem. She squealed, snatched her arm from the girl's grip and tried (with some difficulty) to hold it down. Although a few other girls in the room were dressed inappropriately for their age, in very short skirts, Beth was suddenly the girl with the shortest - the boys revealed a lot of her bare thighs, however, her modesty remained intact for the time being. She looked towards her two friends between a gap in the surrounding youngsters, but her plea of "Poppy, help me!" was only met with waves and grins from the amused pair. Rohan had always admired Beth's legs, but had never seen this much of them, and the thought he might see them all the way to the top was very enticing.

To Beth's dismay the girls surrounding her turned their attention to the zipper and button at her rear of her denim skirt, and within seconds felt its waistband loosen. She instinctively moved her hands to grip the band, which allowed Doug and another boy to push its hem all the way up her long, slender legs and reveal all of her bare thighs and the lower half of her knickers. "Blue!" Doug enthused, as jeers and wolf-whistles filled the air. Poppy placed a hand over her mouth in shock at her friend's exposure, while Rohan tried to get a better view over the shoulders of the younger boys.

"Let go you fat pervert!" Beth ordered, her face and neck blushed with embarrassment, as Doug stood holding up the front of her skirt for his delighted friends to view (and photograph) her underwear. "Get off me you bitches!" she ordered the girls, who were trying to pry her hands off her skirt (which by this point was pretty much a belt around her waist). With rising panic, Beth decided to bite the bullet and plead with her stepbrother, "Look, yes they're blue, okay Paul? There's no need to pull my skirt down!"

"But everyone's looking forward to it now, let's not spoil the fun," Paul said, eyeing up her shapely rear, with a little of her buttocks revealed.

The girls redoubled their attack, and with some effort and digging of nails into Beth's hands, her fingers were prised off the waistband and Doug yanked the bunched-up denim halfway down her thighs, away from her grasp. Beth cried out in frustration and embarrassment, then a second later Doug finished the job, and her skirt was pooled around her ankles. Shrieks and laughter filled her ears as Doug stepped back to admire his handiwork, while her audience drank in their first clear view of her light blue knickers with lace trim.

Poppy, her hand still clamped over her mouth, stared wide-eyed, along with Rohan (whose eyes were on stalks) as their pantsed friend struggled to bend forwards to pull her skirt back up. But she was prevented from doing so by a couple of boys almost as tall as her, who grabbed an elbow each and forced her to remain upright. When her arms had been down her red T-shirt had concealed the top half of her knickers, but with her arms raised almost all of them was visible. "Nice, very nice," Doug uttered as he eyed the outline of Beth's vaginal cleft through the thin material, while pointing his phone at it for a permanent reminder. He then made his way around the other side to admire her shapely rear. Her knickers were quite 'sensible', and not the thong style he'd hoped for, but sexy nonetheless.

Lots more audience members took photos too, as Beth struggled in vain to free herself while being 'walked' off her skirt by her captors. Harry retrieved the skirt and waved it gleefully in the air before throwing it to a friend. Beth could only watch as it was tossed around the crowd, before disappearing completely. "You're all in so much trouble! Now let me go and give me back my FUCKING SKIRT!" she ordered, but was completely ignored. She knew lots of pupils from their school had taken photos of her (and one girl looked as though she was videoing her too), and was very worried that the embarrassing footage of her would be passed around and she'd be a laughing stock on Monday.

The twins Toby and Evan witnessed proceedings with mixed feelings; they liked their babysitter (she was always firm but fair, and didn't take any 'nonsense'), so they didn't like seeing her being bullied and humiliated, but seeing her minus her skirt was such a turn-on (she always dressed demurely) that they both snapped photos of her on their phones like most of the others, for later 'viewing'.

Paul eyed his de-skirted stepsister's lower half with interest; he'd secretly been through her underwear drawer a couple of times, but never imagined he'd get to see her modelling it! He hoped to see her minus her shirt too, and so resumed his MC role: "Ok, listen up," he shouted, and once it had quietened down a little he added, "The winners of round one now get to vote on the colour of Beth's bra!" He turned around to face the winners behind him.

[MaireadM]

Good start.
I hope her friends get dragged in as well

Seconded. I want the friends to get trapped and stripped too.

I vote light blue panties for Beth, white with flowers for Poppy and tighty-whitey y-fronts for Rohan.

I've enjoyed several of these types of story but the victim always ends up totally crushed. I can't help wondering how the story would pan out if one of them definitely confronted their tormentors and said. "Ok. You've got me naked. So fucking what?"

I vote lacy white thong for poppy and white panties with blue stars for Beth. And navy blue boxers for Rohan.

[mikewozere]

--PART 3--

"Right, stop this right now, do you hear me?" Beth said with as much confidence as she could muster, but despite her seniority her words carried little weight given her current predicament. She tried to free her arms from the boys' strong grip, but it was useless.

Ignoring his stepsister, Paul continued, "Black, white, blue, anything else," he said, pointing at each of the four corners of the room. There were seven winners from round one, and they each moved to the area indicated to register their next vote. Two boys and one girl voted white, three boys for black, and one girl for 'anything else'. Nobody voted blue.

"Right, time to see who's won this round," Paul announced, turning towards Beth. "Do you want to take off your shirt, or should we?"

"I'm not taking my shirt off, and neither is anyone else!" Beth looked frantically around at the faces leering at her as she ranted. "Now let go of me and get the FUCK out of my house."

"Girls, want to do the honours?" he asked the three girls who'd helped deprive Beth of her skirt. The boys released her arms as the girls eagerly encircled the older girl again. Beth stretched the hem of her shirt down as far as she could at the front and back, managing to obscure most of her knickers from her audience's view, but soon the girls began their attack. Two grabbed a hand each and forced them upwards, while the third lifted the shirt up from the sides, and very soon Beth's midriff and back were exposed. They then pulled Beth into a diving position and hauled her shirt all the way up to her neck, revealing her lacy, white bra amid cheers and wolf-whistles. Beth screamed as her shirt was pulled up over her head, then inside out down her arms, and finally off completely!

Beth, now stripped to her underwear and sneakers, was released. She stood covering her bra with her right arm and the front of her knickers with her left hand while she vented her anger at her stepbrother: "You're going to be in so much trouble when my mom hears about this! Now give me my FUCKING clothes back!" But even as she spoke a short girl with braces grinned as she waved Beth's red T-shirt in front of her face before tossing it behind her.

Poppy and Rohan continued to observe Beth's humiliation with amusement. By this point they'd moved to the outside of the onlookers surrounding their unfortunate friend in order to get a better view. Rohan had to surreptitiously adjust his underwear to allow for his growing erection, as did all of the boys present. Both took photos of their embarrassed friend, and Poppy decided to share hers in their WhatsApp group titled "The Gang", which comprised Beth, Poppy, Blaire, Rohan, Aaron, and Logan (from McDonald's), plus Mike. Along with three of the best photos she'd taken of Beth in her underwear (surrounded by baying youths) was the message, "Beth's somehow become the party entertainment!" followed by a selection of emojis. Beth's own phone pinged with the degrading photos in her handbag that Poppy was holding.

"White's the winner," Paul announced loudly from the middle of the crowd. "Who betted on white?" The three winners raised their hands and stepped forwards.

Beth couldn't believe the situation she found herself in, and just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She looked for an opening in which to dart to the stairs near to the front door, then escape up to her room, but everyone was close-packed, and the boys especially looked ready to grab her if she tried, which would be even worse than being ogled. She scanned what floor she could see for her clothing, but couldn't spot them. "This isn't funny, give me back my clothes, NOW!" she ordered nobody in particular. But she had zero authority left, despite being the oldest there, and this just elicited laughter from her audience of teens (and two pre-teens).

"It is quite funny, sis," Paul replied. "Nice undies," he added, eyeing her partially covered bra. Blushing even deeper, Beth tried to cover up better with her hand and arm, but of course had to leave her knicker-clad rear on show.

By this point responses to Poppy's WhatsApp group message had begun arriving; mostly mocking, but a few concerned for Beth. Mike in particular was very worried about what was happening to his would-be girlfriend. Rohan replied, "Her creepy brother is getting everyone to strip her!"

"Stop them! I'm coming over. What's the address?" Mike posted. None of the group had actually yet visited Beth's home.

"Do you know where we are?" Poppy asked Rohan. He just shrugged. "We don't know," Poppy typed. "I'll share my location, one sec." But she knew he didn't have transport, so would probably have to get a taxi; unfortunately Uber didn't operate in their area either.

As Poppy was trying to figure out how to share her location via her smartphone the front door opened behind her, whereupon five newcomers entered Paul and Beth's home (having arrived on bikes which they'd left lying on the lawn): a gang of boys a similar age to Paul, and he recognised them despite attending a different school. He knew too that they had a reputation for trouble. However, he was pleased to see that three of them were carrying 4-packs of beer. They had been sent photos of Beth in her knickers by a few of the partygoers, and felt they just had to see her in person.

"Whoa!!" Jason announced upon seeing Beth wearing even less than in his photo. The others made similarly appreciative (as well as very derogatory) comments as they drank in the sight of the sparsely dressed older teen.

"Welcome!" Paul addressed the newcomers. "You're just in time for round three, where these three will vote on whether Beth stuffs her bra or not!" Beth couldn't believe her ears; surely Paul wasn't planning to relieve her of her bra, was he?

"They look pretty real to me," one of Jason's gang observed, to laughter and murmurs of agreement. She only had modest tits, but they nicely filled the bra she wore, and her arm did nothing to cover her cleavage.

Regardless, Paul proceeded with a third vote. "Stuffed," he announced, indicating the area to his left. "Or all real," he winked at Beth before lowering his gaze to her chest as he indicated the area to his right. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything as sexy as his stepsister trying to conceal her underwear with her hands and arms. All three winners from round two immediately stepped onto his right side.

"I think you're probably all right - shall we see?" A huge cheer of approval went up. "Tits out!" one of the newly arrived boys shouted.

"Girls?" Paul nodded to the same trio as before, and they didn't need to be asked twice.

Poppy and Rohan shot an uncertain look at one another when they realised their friend could soon be topless. "Think we should help?" Poppy said.

"Not unless you want to make yourself a target, no," Rohan replied. "We're too outnumbered."

[justcantgetitup]

With friends like that Beth doesn't need enemies. If I were her, I'd never speak to Poppy or Rohan again. I hope the gang strip the pair of them naked.

I think we can guess Paul's next question once Beth's breasts are shown to be real. "Does she shave her pussy?"

[Freesub]

With friends like that Beth doesn't need enemies. If I were her, I'd never speak to Poppy or Rohan again. I hope the gang strip the pair of them naked.

I think we can guess Paul's next question once Beth's breasts are shown to be real. "Does she shave her pussy?"

I could understand if they simply stood there, they are outnumbered heavily, but sending the pictures is some diabolical levels of betrayal

And yes, feels like the pussy check is coming soon!