The Denuding Wars by Spiderman2

[PhilMarlowe]

The Denuding Wars by Spiderman2

My sister Sara is about a year younger than me. When we were younger, we had a sort of ongoing stripping/pantsing war that we called "denuding".

The name came from the first time it happened. I was standing around talking to our mom in the kitchen, wearing only a towel, since I just come out of the shower. My sister walked past, and as she walked behind me, she reached out and pulled my towel off. I was left naked in front of our mom, who started laughing and yelled "Sara, don't denude your brother!" Sara just giggled from the other room. After that, she teased me a couple times about how she had "denuded" me.

I got her back about a week later. She was reading on the floor in sweatpants. I just sort of snuck up, grabbed the legs of her sweatpants, and hauled them off of her. She hadn't been wearing any underwear. Oops. She grabbed a pillow off of the couch and covered herself, yelling at me. I threw her sweatpants onto her head and ran away, saying "Denuded!!"

The war continued for years. Whenever one of us got a good opportunity to pants or otherwise strip the other, we'd take it. Walking around in a towel definitely made you a target for denuding. Sweatpants too, especially if you fell asleep in the living room or anywhere else outside your room. My sister was used to sleeping in a long shirt and panties, which left her vulnerable to having said shirt pulled up over her head, leaving her flailing and topless. One time I did that and even managed to take her panties down too. She was not too happy about that, I can tell you.

Swimsuits were also a pretty good target for denuding, since we had a backyard pool. I made sure to tie the strings of my trunks tight, so her attempts to pull them down usually failed. She usually wore a one-piece, which presented similar difficulties. But occasionally she wore a bikini, and then I'd try to sneak up and untie the top, or pull the bottoms down. One time when we were in the pool she really got me good - she snuck up underwater and yanked down my trunks. I was left trying to cover myself, pull up my trunks, and tread water all at the same time.

Sometimes denuding attempts backfired. I remember one time when Sara was pretending to be asleep on the couch, wearing sweatpants. I snuck up quietly and leaned over her legs. But she waited for me to get in position, then lifted one leg up and smacked me in a very vulnerable spot. As I staggered away, she jumped up and pulled down my own shorts. It was a reverse denuding.

I always wanted to denude Sara in front of some boy she liked, or to denude her outside and lock her out in the backyard, but sadly neither of these ever happened. One time she did get me in front of her friend. She asked me to hold up a heavy light fixture while she replaced the bulb, and while I was holding it up she undid my shorts and pulled them down in front of a friend of hers. I had to accept the denuding, because otherwise I'd drop the light fixture and break it. I had to put it down before I could yank up my shorts, and they had a good laugh.

My second summer back from college (her first) was the climax of the denuding war. By then we had both gotten used to doing silly naked stuff in college. So instead of waiting for opportunities like before, we just decided to have straight-up contests. The first one was her idea. We both wore only bath towels, tied around us. Then we each took two "dinosaur grabber" toys, and each tried to grab the towel off the other with the head of one of the dinosaurs. That turned out not to be very effective, since we could easily just step back before the jaws grabbed the towel. Finally I just used the head of one of my toys to hit the fold where she tucked in her towel, causing it to come undone. She dropped the toys, grabbed the towel, and retreated before it could come all the way off.

For the second denuding battle, we each got naked in another room, and we each covered our front with a big pillow. Then we both came in the living room (our parents were out of the house, of course). With our free hands, we each tried to grab the pillow off of the other. It was kind of hilarious because we were both already bare-assed. The danger of grabbing the other person's pillow was that they might grab yours. So we danced around trying to make quick lunges. But I had the advantage of longer arms, so eventually I snagged a corner of her pillow and danced back before she could retaliate. She lost her grip and fell forward, and the pillow was mine. The now-exposed Sara covered herself and ran out of the room, giggling.

But she got her revenge, because while I was walking back to my room to get dressed, she threw on a nightshirt, ran out, and grabbed my pillow, denuding me after all. I responded to this by ignoring my own nudity and going for her nightshirt. She held it down at the sides, so I tickled her. She shrieked and pulled up her hands, and I went for the nightshirt again. We struggled over it, and it ripped off. Sara tried to clutch the destroyed nightshirt to cover her front, but I grabbed it and pulled her stumbling down the hall into the den. I yanked harder and she fell down on the floor, unable to cover herself effectively with the ripped shirt. Finally I pulled it away from her and tossed it away, leaving us both naked and laughing uncontrollably. She rolled onto her stomach to cover herself, while I didn't bother covering up.

I said "I think the denuding war is a tie." She agreed.

She lay there on her stomach and said "You look good naked, you know."

I said "You would too, if you got up off the floor."

So she stood up, and we shook hands, and that was the end of the denuding war. She said "Want to go in the pool?" So we went out in the back, and skinny-dipped for a while. When we went back inside, I said "No more denuding?" And she said "No more denuding." So we shook hands, took one last look at each other's nudity, and went to go shower and dress.

But that wasn't the last time I got denuded. Sara and I might have ended the war, but my girlfriend Amy came to visit later that summer. I was standing around talking to Sara in sweatpants, when Amy snuck up behind me and pantsed me. Sara just laughed. My girlfriend had heard about the denuding war, and she was starting a new one. That one turned out to be even more fun than the first.