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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 9. Get a Grip


Just to keep the readers on the right track of what I'm trying to tell them, the old ideas of what is normal for male nudity were changing
when I was young. The nude swimming at the YMCA was over and done with. Clothing companies did tv advertising for boy's swimsuits and
other beach leisure wear, when for many decades boys of all ages were expected to swim in underwear or with nothing on.

Girls were supposed to protect their modesty, their purity, their innocence. The days of ankle length skirts on dresses was gone, but traditional
clothing was required for girls in public. If a girl of around fourteen wore a tank-top or t-shirt without a bra she often was called a slut, a
whore, a tramp. No parent wanted to hear their daughter was seen running around the park with her nipples showing.

You might find this hard to believe, but when my mom was in school in the 70s she saw plenty of Middle School boys and even High School
boys be given a bare bottom spanking in front of the class. The Reagan years of the 1980s, and the rise of the Moral Majority, the return of
a religious fervor changed the culture of the country. Naked punishments for sons was forbidden outside the home. Clothing requirements
popped up on signs at the skater parks and public pools. By the time the 1990's rolled around it was against the law just about everywhere
for anyone of any age to be naked in public.

My mom and other parents like her were resistant to the changing attitudes. Perhaps for years she hoped her two boys would maintain their
carefree attitude about clothes as they became teenagers like I was soon to be. But when Bradley, and to a lesser extent, Chad, started to
wear jeans or shorts around the house instead of their underwear my mom must have become alarmed. When Bradley insisted on keeping
the door to the bathroom closed when he showered, then came out fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt to go to bed...my mom must have
gotten concerned. "Why are you being so modest?" she asked Bradley one day when he asked mom to leave the room so he could get out of
bed in the morning. "What have you got that I haven't seen many times before?" I heard her ask, then heard my brother respond "I'm not a kid anymore."

Maybe that is what did it. Maybe mom wasn't ready for her boys to grow up and become boring old fuddy duddy men. Maybe it was then that
she hatched a plan to knock the modesty right out of Bradley and Chad before it was too late. Maybe my mom discussed all of this with
her friend Dorthea, and they worked out the idea for the pool party.

The visit over at Dorthea's house had not gone as I expected it would. My two brothers being made to swim naked marked a turning point
in family dynamics. I was amazed, shocked and thrilled by it all. But at the same time I had these doubts about if this was the right thing
to be happening. My older brother sure thought it was all wrong.

* * * * *

I was stunned to say the least. When Delilah grabbed hold of my big brother's dick I was shocked and amazed. Her dare was to make Bradley
pull her across the pool and back, and to use his penis like a towing line. Delilah was the cargo ship, and Bradley had to swim backwards,
his arms and legs doing the elementary backstroke. It wasn't a problem with the arms, but Bradley had to be careful with his kicks. He had
to do a wider type kick as Delilah was dragging along right between his legs. He didn't touch her, and the only thing Delilah held onto was
the penis.

I swam alongside them, easily keeping pace. I wanted to watch up close. Delilah's hand wrapped around kept it mostly covered up,
but when he moved his arms down while kicking, the backward thrust made his penis stretch out to twice the length. The several inches
I could see appeared long and skinny like an eel during these stretched out moments. Then the stroke would pause as the arms came back
up by his head, and the penis shortens up and I could only see the hand with the head sticking out beyond the fingers.

Several times I laughed out loud, but then I looked over toward the white table where the moms were sitting. I saw Dorthea holding up
small bird watching binoculars in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. I thought then 'Who is she to be perving out gawking at my brother
that way'.

I won't lie and say I wasn't having fun, but part of me was disturbed by all of this.

When we all got back to the shallow end steps, my brother stood up. His legs were not the only part of him standing up. The brief moments
of his penis being skinny stretched out was replaced by being stretched out and thick. Bradley's penis had gotten all pumped up during
that tugboat tugging. It was redder and pulsating.

"Give your little sis a tow," Delilah says, and she grabs my hand.

My hand gets pulled right up to Bradley's boner, and without really thinking I wrapped my hand around it.

Chad says, "Really. You too?"

"Me too?.. I don't know about this," I said.

Looking at my brother's face was hard to do. He looked humiliated and upset, and I could feel that emotion surging though my fingers as his
dick throbbed. He was shaking his head, not wanting to do another tugboat ride. Some words distracted us from starting another trip across
the pool. Our mom was shouting at us. It was good news and bad news for Bradley. Mom wanted us to stop what we were doing. But it was
also bad news as well.

"Bring your brother over here. He hasn't gotten his coating of sunscreen yet."

I let go and went up the pool stairs. Bradley follows right behind with Delilah hopping out directly from the side wall.

"You don't have to let go of it. Grab him and bring your brother to us," Dorthea requests as she puts down her binoculars. "You are the leader
my dear little one."

I really didn't want to do it. I didn't want to grab Bradley's penis and pull him along like a kid walking a dog. But I'm only twelve. I do what
the grownups tell me to do. So I grab my brother by the dick again, and I really did have to yank and pull hard to get his feet in motion.
I remember being amazed at how large it felt in my hand, how much it pulsed. It felt so hard, like I was holding a thick stick in my hand, or
a racing baton to be handed off. My mom had this strange sly smile on her face. She was staring at my hand wrapped around her son's
no longer a little boy's manhood. I remember thinking 'If he's this big now...how much bigger will this thing get in another year or two?'
It was my first contact with the male appendage of the erected kind. It was not to be my last encounter.

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 10. Learning New Things About Boys


The timing of the trip over to the table couldn't have been worse for Bradley. Maybe the timing was merely coincidence, but I doubt it. The
moment my brother stood up in the shallow end of the pool, his penis sticking up after the tugboat impersonation, mom called him and me
over to the table. It was time for sunscreen to be put onto him.

I pulled him across the yard, my hand on his dick, using it like a leash or a rope and I became the tugboat yanking the reluctant brother. Being
in charge of him like that had my mind whirling. I loved the feeling of control. But after I let go of him, and watched him standing so nervously
in front of mom and her friend Dorthea, I did feel a little sorry for him.

The sunscreen tube is already on the table, but it was not immediately used.

"Come over here and let me dry you off," my mom said.

Bradley was not allowed to take the towel and dry himself. He had to slowly spin around as the towel was rubbed up and down on his body.
A vigorous rubbing all around his balls kept him from getting soft. Delilah and I stood by and watched it all. Dorthea sipped at her glass of
wine as her eyes shined merrily.

"Your son is very handsome. I'm sure you are proud of him," Dorthea comments. "He's fit and well developed. We should do these swim
parties more often. Maybe invite some more people."

For the first time my brother dared to give a glare to our most helpful host. It was not a nice stare, but nobody seemed to notice or care.
I was learning that boys have no privacy rights or could give their opinions at this house.

"Would you girls like to apply the lotion?" mom asked.

Delilah immediately stepped closer, grabbed the tube of Hawaiian Tropic. "I get his chest and you do the back," she said.

"Then you gals reverse sides on the bottom half," mom tells us. "Make sure to get every inch of him."

That totally shocked me. I would have preferred to do his backside. All the backside from top to bottom. Mom just told me I had to do
the frontside from the hips on down. I felt my fingers tremble slightly and my heart beat was pounding. I would have to touch my brother
with grownups watching up close.

Delilah and I are sharing the sunscreen tube, passing it back and forth. As I put my hands on my brother's back, I see him and feel him in ways
never done before. Not being in the habit of giving Bradley back massages, I feel the muscles and they are tensed up. I can tell he isn't relaxed
at all. With the slick lotion on my hands, his skin feels so smooth. His skin is almost as pale as mine is. I'm the ghost white redheaded girl.
Bradley has brown hair, and his skin is white without the light scattering of freckles that I have and brother Chad has to a lesser extent.

I can't see his face, but I can see the expression on Delilah's. She smiled the whole time, her eyes sparkling, the tip of her tongue kept
slipping out as it slid along her lower lip, looking like she wanted to taste my brother.

"He has perky raised up nipples, got these little raised up points at the center. Have you ever given these a titty twister little sister?"

That made me laugh, but I replied that I had not twisted his titties. Then Delilah presses her lips together and at that moment my brother
moans and his body trembled. I looked around to the other side. Delilah had a grip on one of Bradley nipples and was giving it a squeeze.
As he groaned again I saw his still super hard erection twitch upward. It twitched up and down several times. Not having seen other boys with
boners I had no frame of reference other than similar shaped objects such as bananas and cucumbers. It looked big to me, but again it was the
first time I had seen a teenager naked and aroused.

I went back to his back, and in about a minute I had spread the lotion down to the top of his butt. Delilah took a little longer, as her hand
slid down Bradley's belly. I came around and caught a glimpse of her hand sliding down past the erection to the very edge of his brown pubes.
The head of my brother's dick got bumped by her wrist.

"I guess we have to switch sides now. But Bradely does have a nice butt...so I don't mind to much. Have fun with the front." Delilah squirted
more lotion in my hands, then she went around to the backside.

I was now confronted with the lower frontside of my older brother...and oh brother was I nervous. Do I go from top to bottom? Do I go from
his toes up to the tip of his dick? I decided to start down below. I knelt down and placed hands on Bradley's ankles. I tried to focus my mind
on getting every inch of him covered with the protective lotion, but I kept glancing up at the inches of dick poking up in front of me. Most
of the time Bradley looked off across the yard. I could tell he didn't want to look at the two women at the table. I could tell he didn't want
to look down at me. But as my hands gradually slid up his legs, his glances turned more and more to looking downward. The shins were so
hard to the touch, the kneecap so bony and round. It was the thighs that felt so good massaging the lotion on. His creamy white thighs matched
the color of the creamy white sunscreen, and it made his skin glisten in the sun, the very thing the lotion is supposed to protect against.

Nothing could protect Bradley from the exposure. Nothing could stop his body from reacting to being watched while Delilah and his sister
rubbed their hands all over his body. His penis throbbed as it moved up and down slightly and continuously. Every now and then it would
twitch, suddenly jerking up even more. As I got to his upper thighs and hips I had no choice but to stare right at it. The veins along the side
were thin and slightly blue and I could even see some redder colored little ones. There was a lot of blood surging through there. The whole
thing looked pink now.

Delilah did what I did. She too started down at the calves and she was rubbing my brother's butt again, only much more than earlier in the pool
before the fat ass decision. All of this was making Bradley squint his eyes as if he were trying to shut out the sensations.

"Get every part of him, Marie. Don't miss anything."

My mom expected a complete and thorough job. As I got my hand lathered up once again, I grabbed the balls. The sack of skin felt papery thin
and I could almost see through the thin membranes to see the ovular shape of testes contained within. A groan escaped from my brother again.
I had to do it, I had to coat everything and as my hand wraps around the base of the shaft, as I squeeze my fingers together as fingers slide
upward, I totally did not expect to see the squirt of what looked like syrup spurt out. It looked clear like somebody drooling. It oozed out to
form a long line of several inches. I stared at it in wonderous amazement. 'What the Fuck is that' I said to myself. My brother is leaking from
the dick. I don't think he sprung a pee leak, but what the hell is that?

Love the Hawaiian Tropic being applied to him by the girls!

I was hoping we'd see Bradley get sunscreen put on him, and the adults waiting until his penis was erect before calling him over to the table is deliciously cruel. Especially insisting on his little sister leading him over there by using his penis almost as a lead

It's quite sweet that as much as his sister is enjoying seeing Bradley naked and enjoying touching his penis she still feels sorry for him. It shows she does have sisterly love and care for him. Of course it doesn't stop her from relishing putting the cream on haha

Will Bradley explode with all this touching? I could see his Mom being angry if he does. Perhaps as punishment she refuses to give him his clothes back...

Loving this!

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 11. Bouncy Boners and Balls


When I was in 7th grade I was not as naive as other girls, but I was probably far from being the most experienced about boys. I've lived with
two brothers my whole life, but on that day in Delilah's backyard I was getting quite an anatomy lesson. Not only did I see my first boner, I
felt one. After staring at and touching my brother's penis several times I got a big surprise. Bradley's penis can leak something that is clear
but isn't pee. Something leaked out from his pee hole that was not watery and looked like it would be sticky.

Dorthea, our host caught my amazed expression. She picked up her bird watching binoculars and aimed her view right were I had been staring
at. I heard her chuckling.

"Will you look at that...that boy is getting all worked up into a frenzy."

My mom called Bradley to come closer to her. She took one look at the throbbing, angry looking erection, at the line of something gooey hanging
from the head, and she smirked and shook her head.

"You are wound up like a rubber band ball. Wipe that leakage off. Marie...and you too Delilah...hands off for now. Play your games but no
grabbing and tugging. Now Bradley, run off and jump into the pool. I need to explain something to your sister."

Bradley was only too happy to run back to the pool and get under the cover of water. Delilah looked disappointed, but she stuck with me
as mom explained something about how a boy's penis works. I got a short lesson on what that leaky dick means. My brother was getting
overly aroused and was nearer to an orgasmic event than he should be. Mom wasn't ready for me to find out what happens if the pressure
and sexual tension reached the boiling point.

Bradley and Chad would have stayed in the swimming pool the whole time, but Dorthea insisted on the two boys checking out the trampoline.
The trampoline is surrounded by a net, but Delilah and I could get an unobstructed view by standing at the opening. For a while both boys
just jumped lazily up and down, keeping themselves covered up. Dorthea didn't care for that, and she came up with a challenge of her own.

"The first one to do a flip and land on his feet without falling down is the winner. The winner can go back to the pool. The loser will get to
jump for a while longer. The two girls here will get to jump in there that lucky guy."

After that the game was on. Each brother did their best to do a flip on the trampoline. In order to do a flip the covering up had to go away.
One has to have perfect balance and form and posture and some luck as well. Try after try after try my two brothers tried to land a flip.
Eventually more athletic younger brother landed a perfect flip. Chad whooped it up, hands raised in the air. Being the winner, Chad got off
the trampoline and headed straight for the pool. The best part of that challenge, for me, was watching how their balls bounced differently.
The younger Chad's balls hardly moved at all, fitting so high and tight. Now the older brother had a lower hanging and much larger sack to
swing around, the penis and testicles both being twice the size as Chad's. Bradley's flopping boy bits were more enjoyable to watch.

Bradley was disappointed, though not at all surprised at the outcome of the flip challenge. He then had to stay and bounce away with first
Delilah and then with me. It's hard to watch things while on the trampoline with all that motion and commotion. We took turns watching
with our feet on the ground just outside the unzipped opening of the netting.

Bradley wanted to go back to covering up, but mom had come over to watch and she put an end to that. For the next five minutes he had to
bounce up and down while something he didn't want to be bouncing did a lot of that. My brother had gotten back down to a soft state, but
the continuous flopping of his penis soon had him getting another boner. It was a great show, and I didn't have to pay for a ticket. It would
have been better if it wasn't for the unhappy look on my brother's face. He was not having a good time. Bradley not enjoying this partially
ruined the good vibes of the whole afternoon. If I had my way I would have given him his clothes back, though I considered it all a great learning
experience for me.

Finally, with the sun starting to get low in the sky, the swim party came to an end. The two brothers had to endure one more round of
full exposure. They had to give Dorthea and Delilah hugs and receive kisses on the face cheeks, slaps on the butt cheeks.

This swimming party experience at Dorthea's house was a long period of full nakedness for Bradley and Chad. I didn't know it at the time,
and neither did my brothers, but it was only the beginning of my mother's plans in purging her sons of any thoughts of maintaining a normal
public presentation. Nude is NOT lewd she said many times, and partial or full nudity would become the norm. But the more being naked
and getting embarrased happened to my brothers, the more I came to think my mom's personal philosophy was wrong.

Maybe exposure to other girls is in the offing for these 2 boys?

I am going to go with a suggestion of maybe some good old wrestling for the boys, maybe some strip wrestling, and if you want the girls to get some extra excitement and surprise, have the loser be the first one naked, and to be forced to orgasm. that should be nice and humiliating for not just the loser, but the winning boy as well, as he is forced to touch another boy like that.

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 12. Pressed into Dress Duty


Bradley was the only brother who was bold enough to complain about the surprise swim party. He was not happy about being forced to
swim and walk around naked.

"I'm too old for that. Nobody should touch me like that."

The discussion was short. Mom told Bradley that she's the mom and she knows best. "You are only fourteen. This being shy around other people
is unnecessary. Boys your age are expected to swim with no suits. And it wasn't that long ago kids had to take baths in an outdoor washtub."

My grandma told me all about how her brothers had to take a bath every Saturday evening. The tub was in the kitchen at granny's house. She
would boil water on the stove to put into the tub, then it's filled up the rest of the way with water from the tap. My three uncles all had to take
their baths in the kitchen while grandma cooked dinner. And of course during the summer skinnydipping down at the creek was the norm.

Bradley had no chance against mom's reasoning, and there was a warning tossed in.

"I am not pleased with your attitude, young man. I will have to use stronger methods to break you of this rebelliousness."

A couple weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, mom called us kids into the living room. She told us she had been making great progress in her
sewing lessons. Remember, these lessons she got from her good friend Dorthea. "I've been working on a party dress for Delilah. It's nearly
finished. I need some help from you, Bradley. You are basically the same size and height as Delilah. I need you to take a quick shower, then
after you dry off you will put on this dress so I can make the needed adjustments.

My brother grumbled, he bitched and moaned for a couple minutes, but what could he do about it. Mom needed a model and my brother is
perfectly built for it, well almost since he dosn't have boobs. And that is what Bradley pointed out, saying it won't fit right in the chest.
Mom acknowledged that, but said she only needed to make adjustments to the length of the skirt.

After taking the shower, Bradley comes into the living room wearing only his boxers. Mom had gotten the dress out and it was laid out on the
sofa. When Bradley saw the dress he was shocked.

"You want me to put that on?!"

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Bradley had no choice but to volunteer to help his mom finish the dress. It was a fancy and colorful 1960's style party dress with an incredibly
short hemline. My brother needed my assistance to get it over his head and down his body. It was sleeveless, otherwise it would not fit him
in the shoulders. Then standing back at a distance, I couldn't help but laugh. His boxers hung down below the dress. Without a word of
warning, mom leans down, and she yanks the boxers down my brother's legs.

"I can't work on this with that unsightful glimpse of your boxers showing. This must look right. Dorthea is coming over. She will be here any
minute."

"Just great. Awesome. I just stand here while you poke and prod at me while Dorthea watches. Being a mannequin will be so fun," Bradly
said it all so sarcastically.

I thought it was hilarious, and even Chad was laughing as he came over to peek under the short skirt. "Ha ha...he's almost poking out under
there. Ha ha."

Bradley looked glum and soon became bored. Mom fiddled with the side seam, messed around with the neckline. And even took a few
snapshots with her phone and that made my brother want to cover his face.

"I'm not going to be your supermodel, mom."

Just then the doorbell rang. Chad jumped off the sofa to run to the door. As expected, Dorthea entered the house. But what none of us
knew was Dorthea decided to bring over several of the other members of the sewing club. Delilah wasn't with her mom, as the dress was
supposed to be a surprise. The surprise was when two teenage girls and a young man also walked in with Dorthea.

"Surprise, surprise. I brought two of Delilah's friends with me. They too joined up for the sewing club recently. They are Riley and Shirley,
both of them are in the same classes as Delilah. And this handsome devil is Devon. He goes to Southside Community College, and he is
in his first year of drama classes. They have to work on costumes all the time, and Devon needs to learn how to sew."

I was very surprised to say the least. But my brother had a most horrified look on his face when he saw the two teenage girls and the college
guy walk in.

Oh this is brilliant!

I'm enjoying Bradleys Mom laying down the law with him and letting him know who is in charge. I'm also starting to wonder if Mom is starting to get some pleasure from embarrassing poor Bradley. Maybe she claims she's getting Bradley to act as mannequin for the dress because he's the right size but what if it's also because she's started to like seeing Bradley all red faced?

Can't wait to see what happens now. Will the dress stay on for long?

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 13. Too Short, Too High


After the initial shock of seeing extra guests brought over by Dorthea, I was tasked with getting everyone drinks from the fridge. With there
being so many I had Chad help me out. We brought out cans of root beer, ginger ale, and cherry cola. My brother, Bradley, only had one job
to do, and that was to stand in front of everyone while my mom demonstrated how she put the dress together.

Bradley looked miserable, doing his best to remain calm and composed while two sixteen year old girls and a nineteen year old male drama
student examined the colorful but thin and slinky fabric that made up the 60s party dress. Mom pointed out how she put the pieces together,
what type of stitching she used. The young sewing students listened intently, and each of them placed their hands on various parts of the
dress. As the head of the club and main instructor, Dorthea hovered around like a buzzing bee, giving suggestions and pointing out certain
facts and helpful hints about dressmaking.

Maybe Riley and Shirley, the two teenage girls, were interested in the actual fabric and design of the dress, but I was primarily focused on how
my brother's body fit into the dress. Mainly it was his legs that stood out. Bradley's legs don't look like a girl's of his age. His thighs are shaped
differently as his male muscles don't have that smooth and shapely change of thickness from the upper leg to lower. Also, there are some very
dark though short hairs on his calves and shins. His thighs still seem to be mostly free of any hair thick enough to be noticeable.

"You forgot to shave your legs, Bradley," Riley pointed out, and she actually rubbed her hand on his thigh while she laughed.

Riley's hand was so close to the hemline. She could grab the front of the skirt and easily peek at what is hidden. Bradley blushed, and he
tried to back away but Devon was behind him. For some reason Devon did a lot of measuring. He had a yellow tape measure, and he ran the
measure and spoke out the figures from the neck to the back to the hips and down to the hemline.

"This dress is one and a half inches too long," Devon declared.

"Wait...what was that?" my mom asked.

Dorthea got everyone quiet so it could be explained. "I did a measurement on my daughter. I got a precise marker for where she wants a
dress to come to her thighs. She made a bold choice on how short she wanted a dress to be, like a supermodel in an old James Bond
movie. Their panties have to be nearly showing."

"They say knickers in England," Devon corrected Dorthea. "I think this is how it could be done. Take it up in the midriff and some taken off
the skirt. Wouldn't you agree Dorthea?"

Dorthea agreed some adjustments needed to be made. Now it was time for my mom to prove she really knew her stuff. She had Chad bring
over a step stool, had Bradley get onto it. This raised him up about two feet. As this was going on, the guest sewing students were asked
to take a seat on the couch.

I too took a seat on the couch, sitting next to Devon, who happened to be a very cute guy who was quite thin and he wore a black see through
shirt to go along with tight fitting red pants. Devon was so fashionable I wanted to talk to him about clothes. But with time being short all I
could do was join the group on the couch and watch as mom had to make those adjustments.

The first thing I noticed was Bradley being two feet higher off the ground made for a very interesting viewing angle. My brother also knew the
angles were not in his favor. He kept trying to hold onto the front of the dress, to pull it down more. Bradley wanted more coverage while
mom had to find a way to shorten the whole thing by one and a half inches and she kept tugging on the back of the skirt.

"Let go of the dress, son. I need to be able to shift things around. Be like a mannequin and hold still or I'll poke you on the butt with a needle."