First answer decides the next choice

First answer decides the next choice

> Sophie's Choices

It was the worst news in the world. Sophie, in her second-last year of high school, was pulled out of class one day and told that her parents had been killed in a car accident. Beside herself with grief, Sophie did not know whom to turn to, until her father’s solicitor informed her that she was now the legal ward of her Uncle Hector and Aunt Maud, a stern and intimidating couple with whom Sophie had little desire to reside. Yet this was her lot, it seemed, and so she packed her bags and caught a bus that would take her to their house in the country.

And here she is, sitting forlornly by the window, watching sheep grazing in marshy fields as the bus trundles along the narrow country roads. Early in the afternoon, the road descends into a valley, in which an ominous-looking fog blankets the landscape, enshrouding dimly-seen trees. Sophie begins to feel afraid, though she does not know why. Then the bus comes to a halt, and the driver calls back to her, "This is your stop, lass – Etive House. You can’t see it in all this fog, but it’s off in that direction." He points.

Sophie thanks him, and steps out of the bus with two large overnight bags, and a rucksack over one shoulder. As the bus accelerates away from her, the fog swirls in behind it, hiding it from view. In front of her, Sophie can see only a barbed-wire fence and a few yards of the field beyond. She can see no sign of a driveway. Biting her lip, she wonders whether she should simply climb the fence and head across the field in the direction the driver indicated, or continue along the road in search of a driveway entrance.

>Should she climb the fence?
>Or follow the road?

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Climb the tree

>Climb the fence

Sophie throws the bags over first. Then, hitching up her knee-length grey skirt, she gingerly climbs over the fence just next to one of the posts. The top wire wobbles dangerously as she puts her weight on it, but she manages to jump down into the grass on the other side without injury. Looking around nervously at the fog drifting over the field, Sophie picks up her bags and sets off towards where she hopes Etive House lies. She has to tread carefully in order to avoid the numerous cowpats, some of them quite fresh, which lurk in the grass here and there.

But there are other, less obvious perils. Her foot sinks into a patch of mud, and she screws up her face in disgust. She hates to be messy. She pulls her black leather shoe out of the mud, and shudders at the feel of liquid mud oozing between her toes. Part of her wants to get out of this field as soon as possible, but another part wants to take off her shoe and clean the mud out.

>Should she ignore her squelching foot, and continue on?
>Or take off her shoe and clean it out?

no replies yet, so
>take off her shoe and clean it out
She puts down her bags, and then tries to balance on one foot while removing her shoe, but on the uneven ground she is not up to the challenge, and suddenly she falls over backwards, landing hard on her bottom. She sighs and picks herself up, but when she reaches back to brush grass from her bottom, her fingers meet something sticky and warm. It is fresh cow poo – she has just sat in a cowpat. Grimacing with disgust, she bends down and wipes her hands on the wet grass.

But now the back of her skirt is covered with cow poo. What a sight she will be, turning up on the doorstep of her new home with her skirt caked with cow manure! She should probably do something to clean it, but this will be tricky to accomplish with the skirt still on. If she takes it off, she will be able to clean it pretty well.

>Should she take off the skirt to clean it?
>Or do the best she can while still wearing it?

this gets pretty dirty btw

>tfw no replies
so

>take off the skirt to clean it
She unbuttons and unzips her skirt, slides it down to her knees, and then tries to step out of it. But a button on the inside of the skirt gets caught in the buckle of her shoe, and she staggers back, trips, and falls on her bottom again … right in another cowpat. She utters an exclamation of dismay as the soft poo moulds itself around the contours of her panty-clad pussy and buttocks, and the material of her panties quickly soaks through.

Getting to her feet, she brings half of the cowpat with her, plastered to her buttocks and panties. She feels rather queasy – she does so hate to be messy! She badly wants to clean her panties and bottom, but does not much fancy the idea of being naked from the waist down in such a public place – even if nobody else is currently visible.

>Should she take off her panties to clean them?
>Or do the best she can while still wearing them?

okay then

>take off her panties to clean them

She starts to remove her panties, but trying to pull her shoe through the leg-band is just too tricky a venture, and this time her heel gets caught. Flailing wildly, Sophie sits down hard again, and groans in horror as her naked pussy sinks into a thick, soft cowpat. The poo oozes between her labia, and slides between her buttocks, rubbing against her anus. Disgusted, Sophie lifts herself off the cowpat, but a lot of it remains stuck to her.

She sits down on an adjacent patch of wet grass, wiping her bottom and pussy back and forth until her skin is reasonably free of cow poo. Then, squatting, she wipes her messy panties on the grass until they, too, are fairly clean (if also very wet). She puts them back on, and then cleans her skirt in much the same way. Once she has pulled the skirt back on, and zipped it up and buttoned it, she feels a little better. She picks up her bags, and looks around to make sure of her orientation.

> continues...

>continue

She carries on carefully, trying to avoid other patches of mud, but she soon finds herself coming to a row of trees, which had not previously been visible. Thinking it unlikely that she should have to pass through woodland to reach the house, she decides to skirt along the tree line. Just then, she stops in fright as she sees a dark shape moving amongst the trees to her right. She peers anxiously in that direction, and relaxes a little as she sees a grinning boy in a school uniform standing nonchalantly next to a large boulder. He looks about fourteen or fifteen years old. He beckons to her, and then runs off.

Thinking the boy must live in Etive House, and must therefore be one of her young cousins, Sophie feels that perhaps she ought to follow him. After all, he will certainly know how to get to the house. And he did beckon – maybe he is trying to show her the way. On the other hand, he is quickly disappearing into the fog, and if she loses him, she will be in a bit of a pickle. The bags are heavy, and she will not be able to run fast.

>Should she follow him, as quickly as possible so as not to lose him?
>Or continue with her plan of following the tree line?

She should keep wearing those panties, i swear i heared a bear in the distance.

Follow the trees

>Follow the trees

Ignoring the boy, Sophie continues walking along the tree line, and soon comes within sight of a gravel driveway. Pleased that her instincts have turned out to be correct, she quickens her pace and soon has firmer ground beneath her feet. Turning left, she heads up the driveway, but then she comes to a gate that bars her way. Discovering that the gate is locked, she stands back from it, and then notices that there is a smaller gate in the wall to the right of the main gate.

As she approaches this gate, a grinning face appears atop the wall. It is the boy she saw earlier in the woods. He climbs up until he is straddling the wall, from where he grins impudently at Sophie. Sitting next to him is a large bucket, the bottom of which is attached to the wall by a hinge. A rope hangs down from the top of the bucket, and passes behind a plank which has been crudely nailed in place above the gateway. From the bottom of the plank hang not one but two ropes, and it is unclear which of the two ropes is attached to the bucket.

"Choose one of the ropes, and pull it!" says the boy gleefully. "One opens the gate; the other tips the contents of the bucket on to you."

Sophie puts down her bags, then steps forward nervously. In order to reach the ropes, she has to stand right underneath the bucket. She anxiously ponders which rope to pull.

>Should she pull the rope on the left?
>Or the one on the right?

Pull both at the same time

Or the left one

>She pulls the rope on the left
As Sophie pulls the left-hand rope, the bucket tips over, and she shrieks as a couple of gallons of cow manure pour over her head and cascade down her chest and back. Pulling the front of her messy blouse away from her chest, Sophie wails as she feels the disgusting semi-liquid poo sliding down over her bra-clad breasts.

The boy on top of the wall can barely contain his mirth. He is almost choking, he is laughing so hard. "They both tip the bucket!" he exclaims, doubled over with laughter. "The gate isn’t attached to a rope – you just need to push it and it opens!"

Feeling very miserable, Sophie picks up her bags, then pushes the gate open and walks through. As she steps back on to the gravel driveway, rain begins to fall from the sky. With no shelter above her, Sophie quickly becomes soaked to the skin – she is only wearing a thin blouse and a bra on her top half. Fortunately the rain helps to wash away the awful cow manure, for which she is grateful, but she is alarmed to see that her blouse has become rather transparent, and her bra is clearly visible. Nevertheless, she continues on, and soon comes to the front of the house, where a short flight of steps leads up to the front door. She ascends, and then rings the doorbell.

>continues...

After a minute or so, the door opens to reveal Aunt Maud, a severe-looking middle-aged woman who eyes Sophie appraisingly, pursing her lips when she sees Sophie’s visible bra. "You’re wet," she remarks. "I suppose you’d better come in. We are, of course, sorry for your loss."

She stands aside to let Sophie in, and then closes the door behind her. Unnervingly, she also locks it. "Come this way," she tells Sophie. "I want you to say hello to your uncle before you go and have a bath – which I must say you are sorely in need of."

Sophie follows Aunt Maud through to the large living room, where Uncle Hector, a towering brute of a man, is cleaning a shotgun. He looks up, and grins when he sees Sophie. His eyes light upon her visible bra, and he licks his lips. "Well Sophie," he says. "Welcome to our house. I hope you’ll find your stay here … instructive." He gets to his feet and walks over to her. "Come on – give your uncle a hug."

Sophie reluctantly allows Uncle Hector to pull her into a powerful hug, which she returns with far less strength. Then she gasps as she feels her uncle’s hand coming to rest on her left buttock. He gives it a firm squeeze, and shows no sign of disengaging from the hug.

>Should Sophie attempt to politely disengage?
>Or wait and hope that her uncle lets her go?

Wait

>wait and hope that her uncle lets her go

Sophie bites her lip as she endures her uncle’s single-handed massage of her buttock through her sodden grey skirt. But instead of letting her go, Hector reaches down further, and drags the hem of her skirt upwards, uncovering her panties. He slides his hand down below the hem, then raises it again, cupping her panty-clad buttock and kneading it with powerful fingers.

"You’re a good girl, aren’t you?" leers Uncle Hector in Sophie’s ear. He slides his fingers down inside the waistband of her panties, and starts stroking her bare buttock. By now Sophie is in a state of near-panic. She desperately tries to think how to get out of this horrible situation without arousing her uncle’s displeasure.

>Should she attempt to politely disengage?
>Or thank him for his kindness in taking her in at such short notice?

Politely disengage

>Politely disengage

Sophie pushes against her uncle’s shoulders, and, after rubbing and squeezing her buttock for a few more seconds, he releases her and stands back. "You’ve certainly grown into a pretty young lady," he says, grinning at her bra. "I look forward to seeing you properly initiated into this household. I’m sure you’ll be a good girl and do as you’re told. You’ll soon find out the consequences of disobedience. Now, why don’t you follow your aunt – she’ll show you to your room."

>continues...

bump

Sophie hurries out of the room, retrieves her bags from the hall, and follows her aunt up the stairs. At the end of a long landing, Maud comes to a halt outside a door with peeling yellow paint. "This is your room," she says. "Make yourself at home. The bathroom is down at the other end of the landing – you’ll find a towel on your bed."

Sophie enters the bedroom, and her stomach flips over as she sees little dark shapes scurrying for cover. The room is dingy, with filthy windows, and the walls are cracked. Oddly, the cracks seem to be oozing some sort of yellowish, slimy substance. She shudders involuntarily.

"Now," says Maud, "take off those clothes and I’ll put them in the wash."

Sophie stares at her aunt uncertainly, not sure if she understands Maud’s meaning.

>Should she ask if her aunt means all of them, right now?
>Or simply start taking off her clothes?

Take off clothes

>Take off clothes
Sophie begins unbuttoning her blouse, but after three buttons, her aunt starts to tap her toe against the floor impatiently. Sophie quickens her unbuttoning, and, slipping out of her blouse, she hands the wet garment to Maud. Then she removes her sodden grey skirt, and gives that to her aunt as well. Garment by garment, her embarrassment increases as she disrobes right in front of her aunt. Soon she is standing there in just her panties.

"What, you’re going to take a bath in your panties, are you?" asks Maud. "Silly girl. Hurry up – off with them!"

With a little whimper, Sophie takes off her panties too, and gives them to her aunt. She covers her breasts and pussy as best she can with her arms, and this makes Maud chuckle.

"Silly girl," she says again. "Your towel is right there on the bed. Wrap it around you if you’re so embarrassed! Then go and have your bath. Afterwards, I’ll introduce you to our children." She sweeps out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

Sophie hurriedly grabs the towel and opens it out. She is rather dismayed to see that it is tiny! It looks like a face towel or a dish towel. Did her aunt make a mistake? She tries wrapping it around herself, but not only is there not enough overlap to tie it in place, but it is so narrow that she cannot cover her nipples and her pussy at the same time! She decides to make a run for the bathroom, but dithers over what to do with the towel and her spongebag full of toiletries.

>Should she hold the towel over her pussy and cover her breasts with her spongebag?
>Or hold the towel over her breasts and cover her pussy with her spongebag?

hold the towel over her breasts

Towel over pussy

TOWELS OVER PUSSY

>hold the towel over her breasts

She holds the towel over her breasts with her right arm, and positions her spongebag over her pussy with her left hand. Then, peering out of the doorway and seeing nobody, she starts running towards the bathroom. It seems to take forever, and she has not yet covered half the distance when two children walk out of a doorway just in front of her. One is a boy with bushy, bright red hair, and the other is a girl with long reddish plaits. They look similar in age – about eleven or twelve.

Sophie almost falls over them, and her arms flail as she tries to regain her balance. The children stare at her in amazement, then they burst out laughing. Horribly embarrassed, Sophie hurries up to the bathroom door and opens it. But she is shocked to see Uncle Hector standing with his back to her. He begins to turn around, and she hastily closes the door.

The children are pointing at her bare buttocks and howling with laughter. "She’s naked! She’s naked!" they shriek in delight. Sophie spins around and covers herself as much as she can.

>Should she run back to her room, close the door, and wait until the coast is clear?
>Or back into a corner and try to remain covered until Hector has left the bathroom?

corner

Damn you're fast

>Back into a corner

The children continue to tease and taunt Sophie as she fearfully crouches in a corner, protected only by her spongebag and the ridiculously tiny towel. Another boy appears, running up the stairs – it is the boy she saw earlier, outside. He, too, bursts out laughing. "Sexy!" he says. "Sexy sexy sexy!"

The toilet flushes, and Hector emerges from the bathroom. He grins when he sees Sophie. "All yours, my dear," he says, leering at her partially exposed breasts.

Sophie ducks past him into the bathroom, sure she can feel his eyes burning into her naked bottom. She closes the door, and heaves a sigh of relief. Then she looks for a lock on the door, but there is none. This makes her uneasy, but there is nothing for it but to run herself a bath and hope that nobody tries to enter. She puts the plug in the plughole, and starts to run hot water.

After ten minutes, the water is nice and deep. She hangs the towel over the arm of a wicker chair in the corner, and starts to climb in. But at that moment Maud marches in, frowning sternly at the bath. "Goodness gracious!" she exclaims. "We’re not made of money, you know! You’re going to have to learn to adapt to our rustic ways, Sophie – and follow our rules! And the rule about baths is: no more than six inches!" She yanks the plug out of the plughole, and Sophie squirms in embarrassment as she cowers in a corner, covering her breasts and pussy.

Once the level has dropped to roughly six inches, Maud turns and glares at her. "There! This is how we have baths in this household."

>Should Sophie nod and apologise for her transgression?
>Or ask if perhaps there is a larger towel that she can use?

Excuse

>Sophie nodes and apologises

"Hmmph," says Maud, her frown softening a little. "Well, have a nice bath." She turns and leaves the room.

Sophie closes the door behind her, and then climbs into the bath. Despite the paucity of water, the heat feels very nice on her legs, and she begins to relax a little. She lies down and soaks her torso while her knees stick up in the air, getting cold. She washes her hair, and, fetching a razor from her spongebag, shaves her legs, armpits, and pussy. She has always preferred having a bald pussy, ever since the early onset of puberty set her apart from her contemporaries and made her hate the thatch of tawny hair that sprouted from her crotch.

The bathwater is rather murky by the time she has finished cleaning herself, and she looks around for a shower head to rinse herself off. But there is none. Sighing, she gets to her feet and starts splashing water over herself to rinse off the flecks of foam and bits of shaved hair that are clinging to her skin. Stepping out of the bath, she pulls the plug, then she runs a little water into the basin and uses it to rinse her hair. Having dried off her hair, her silly little towel is soaked and almost useless for drying her body, but she tries anyway. Afterwards she is still rather damp. Peering outside, she sees Hector talking with Maud a few yards away.

>Should she wait until they are gone?
>Or cover herself as much as possible and try to slip past them without exposing too much?

try to slip

>she tries to slip past them

Sophie leaves the bathroom with burning cheeks, and tries not to make eye contact with either her uncle or her aunt. She simply mumbles an apology and hurries past them, acutely aware that her coverage is far from adequate. She thinks she hears her aunt mutter "Shameless!", but she cannot be sure. As she enters her room, she hears the stairs creaking as Hector and Maud descend to the hall below.

Closing the door, Sophie turns to pull some clean clothes out of her bag. Then she gasps in horror. Her bags are nowhere to be seen! Only her rucksack remains, and that does not contain any clothes.

She looks under the bed, she looks in the wardrobe, she looks in the large wooden chest at the foot of her bed … but can find no sign of her bags. It occurs to her that perhaps one of the children has hidden them as a prank. With a nervous feeling, she wonders if she should call for her aunt, or simply wait for her to come back upstairs.

>Should she call for Maud?
>Or wait?

Call for maud

Wait

why are you using the german "rucksack"?
If im not mistaken then there is an english word for it: "bagpack". is this another weird english/american thing?

rucksack is good.. backpack is the alternative

>Sophie calls for Maud

Sophie ventures as far on to the landing as she dares, with only a tiny towel and her hands to cover her, and calls for her aunt. There is no response, so she calls a little louder. A door opens further down the landing, and the little red-headed boy peers out, grinning. He giggles and points at her. Then his sister appears, and starts giggling too.

Maud finally appears at the foot of the stairs, and Sophie beats a hasty retreat back to her room. Moments later, her aunt walks in. When she hears what has happened, she rolls her eyes. "Those children!" she says. "They can be a mischievous lot. However, Sophie, I’ve always felt that children don’t benefit from having adults settle their disputes for them. If you want your bags back, I’m afraid you’ll just have to work it out with the culprits." Seeing Sophie’s shocked expression, she adds, "In the meantime, of course, you can’t possibly remain naked. I shall find you some clothes. Mine won’t fit you, of course – they’ll just fall right off your slim frame. Perhaps Catriona has something that’ll fit you. I’ll go and see – she’s just next door." With that, she leaves the room.

>Should Sophie put her ear against the wall, to hear what Maud says to Catriona?
>Or just wait and see what Maud brings her?

put her ear to the wall

thank you very much for the clarification

>puts her ear to the wall

The conversation that Sophie hears, spoken in raised voices in the room next door, goes like this:

"Somebody, it seems, has hidden all of Sophie’s clothes. So until whoever took them returns them, I’m afraid you’re going to have to give up some of your clothes for Sophie."

"Why me? I didn’t take them!"

"Because you’re the only one who’s remotely her size."

"I’m not her size! And I’m not giving up anything of mine. You just gave a whole bunch of my clothes to Suzanne – now you want to take more of them and give them to Sophie?"

"Yes, that’s about right. What else can I do? She can’t very well stay naked."

"Give her something of Suzanne’s. I know she’s short, but she’s fatter than I am. And now that Suzanne’s got lots of my clothes, I’m sure she can spare a few things."

"Possibly. But she doesn’t have any bras … Sophie will need a bra."

"Here – take this one. It’s just a training bra – I don’t need it any more, and Suzanne doesn’t need it at all yet."

"Dear, it’s tiny. Sophie may be slim, but she’s got quite a … womanly chest."

"Take it or leave it – she’s not having any of my other bras."

"All right."

Sophie’s stomach clenches as she hears her aunt leave Catriona’s room. Whatever is she going to end up being made to wear?

>continues...

Sophie covers herself quickly as, a few minutes later, Maud comes back into her room bearing a handful of clothes. "Here," she says. "I’m afraid this is all I could get for you."

Sophie thanks her and takes the clothes. But her relief at finally having something other than a small towel with which to cover herself evaporates as she separates the garments and sees what they are. She looks up unhappily at Maud, who shrugs.

"As I said, it’s the best I could get," says her aunt. "Hurry up and put them on, and I’ll introduce you to the children."

Sophie unhappily pulls on the very small training bra, and tugs it together behind her. The bra has practically no depth to the cups, and it is completely inadequate for containing Sophie’s D-cup breasts, which bulge out on all sides as she attempts to do it up at the back. The harder she pulls, however, the more the underwire cuts into her breasts. And it hurts!

"You won’t get it done up that way," says Maud, pursing her lips. "Here." She reaches out and tugs the front of the bra down, so that the underwire is just below Sophie’s breasts. "Now can you do it up?"

Sophie manages, but she is far from happy about the result. With the cups of the bra sitting so low, her breasts are now spilling out above the lacy trim at the top of each cup. As well as being hoisted upwards, they are also being squeezed together, and her nipples, and most of her areolas, are uncovered. She looks ridiculous.

"Well, at least you’ll have the dress to cover your chest," says Maud.

Sophie puts on a pair of white cotton panties next. They are small, but not unwearable. They hug her buttocks tightly, and dig in a little, but at least they are not as impractical as the bra. Then she tries on the dress.

>continues

You're copying these from Arthur Saxon, faggot.

It appears to have been made for an eight-year-old. It is yellow, frilly, stretchy (fortunately, otherwise she would not have been able to pull it down over her shoulders), and, when Sophie tugs it down as far as it will go, its hem stops at the top of her panties. It certainly covers her breasts, but the material is stretched so much around her chest that it has become quite transparent, and the shape and outline of her nipples are very apparent.

"Well that’s not very decent!" says Maud, tutting in disapproval. "However, we have nothing else for you so it will have to do, I’m afraid."

Sophie, feeling very stressed, cannot believe that her aunt expects her to wear this awful dress, or the horrible bra beneath. Yet she is a little afraid of Maud, and does not relish the prospect of making a fuss.

>Should she meekly agree to wear this outfit?
>Or venture to suggest that she looks ridiculous?

yep

Good taste. Shame he does so much scat.

She looks ridiculous

>she suggests that she looks ridiculous

"Well yes, dear, I know that, but it can’t be helped," says Maud, frowning. "You’re lucky I found anything at all to fit you. I could have left you naked, and then where would you be?" She folds her arms. "We welcome you into our home, and bend over backwards to make you feel welcome, and all you can do is complain?"

At this, Sophie quickly apologises for her impertinence, and begs her aunt’s pardon.
"All right then," says Aunt Maud. "Follow me." She leads Sophie out of the bedroom and into the next room, where a girl of about fourteen is lying on her bed with one foot in the air, reading a book. She looks up as her mother and Sophie enter.

"Sophie, this is my eldest daughter, Catriona," says Maud. "Changed a lot in the eight years since you last saw her, hasn’t she?"

Sophie smiles and says hi to Catriona, who simply stares at Sophie’s panties. Then she smirks. "Hi Sophie," she says. "Suzanne’s old dress suits you."

The room opposite Catriona’s, which Maud says is Neil’s, is empty. The next room they come to, however, contains a freckle-faced boy of fifteen or so. His jaw drops as he stares delightedly at Sophie’s panties. Feeling very self-conscious, Sophie clasps her hands in front of her pussy.

"This is Colin, my eldest," says Maud. "Colin, you remember Sophie?"

Colin raises his eyes, and notices Sophie’s visible nipples. His grin broadens. "Not very well," he says. "Hi Sophie! Love the dress."

>continues

The next room is Suzanne’s, but it currently contains both Suzanne and her brother Neil. They are aged eleven and twelve respectively, Maud tells Sophie. The children burst into fits of giggles at the sight of Sophie’s panties, and cannot say hello coherently because they are laughing so hard. Then Catriona enters the room, and throws herself on a bean bag.

Finally they come to Alistair’s room. Sophie recognises Alistair as the boy she saw outside. She says hi, and he grins back at her panties. "Well, that’s the lot of them," says Maud, closing Alistair’s door. "You should make an effort and get friendly with them. If you’re standoffish they’ll turn on you – and they can be quite mean I’m afraid. Supper won’t be for another couple of hours – why don’t you play with the children until then? Maybe you’ll even get your clothes back." She heads downstairs, leaving Sophie to make a decision. She knows she does not like Alistair, but perhaps she can make friends with the others.

>Should she go and try to make friends with Colin?
>Or attempt to bond with the younger children in Suzanne’s room?

Make friends with colin

Make friends with Colin

>she decides to try to make friends with Colin

Sophie timidly knocks on Colin’s room, and he tells her to come in. He grins at her panties again, and invites her to sit down on his bed. "Do you like music?" he asks. "I bet you’re a good dancer." He puts on a CD, and Sophie recognises the music of Snow Patrol. She smiles, and Colin gestures for her to stand up. "Let’s see you dance," he says.

Sophie declines, but Colin is very insistent. So, feeling very pressured, Sophie reluctantly gets to her feet and begins to dance along to the music. Colin stares at her panties and frilly hemline with a broad grin. With her back to the door, and the music playing loudly, Sophie does not notice when the door opens behind her. However, she does realise that Colin seems a little distracted, and so she stops dancing. At that moment, she feels something touch the back of her panties, and then she shrieks as she feels a large quantity of some cold, slimy substance settling against her buttocks.

She spins around to see Alistair, laughing hysterically. In his hand is a large jar, from the rim of which an earthworm is dangling. To her horror, Sophie realises that she can feel the slimy mass in the back of her panties wriggling and squirming around. Soft, slender, slippery bodies are slithering between her buttocks and working their way forward along her gusset, tickling her labia.

>Should she pull her panties down quickly, to get the earthworms away from her nether regions?
>Or try to escape back to her own room, so that she can get rid of the worms in private?

Escape to her room

Did op abandon thread?

Sorry, I got distracted

> Escape to her room
Sophie tries to run past Alistair, but he catches her by the arm and swings her around, throwing her towards Colin, who spins her around and grabs her arms. She squeals as Colin pulls her down on to her back on the bed, pinning her arms. Alistair grabs her legs, swings them up on to the bed, and holds them down. Both he and Colin are much stronger than Sophie, who struggles helplessly.

"How does that feel?" asks Colin, grinning down at her. "All wriggly?"

"They’re … they’re probably trying to crawl inside her!" says Alistair, his eyes gleaming as he peers closely at her panties.

"Well they won’t be able to if you hold her legs together like that," says Colin. "Pull them apart!"

"I can’t hold them down as well if they’re not together," protests Alistair. "She’ll kick me!"

"All right – I’ll tie her wrists to the top of the bed," says Colin. "Then I’ll help you with her legs."

The headboard of Colin’s bed contains vertical wooden bars, to which Sophie’s wrists are soon bound with the help of a couple of Colin’s school ties. Then he moves to the foot of the bed, and takes hold of Sophie’s left leg. Alistair is holding her right leg, and the two boys now move apart, pulling Sophie’s legs out into a wide ‘V’.

>Should Sophie plead with the boys not to let the worms go inside her?
>Or threaten to tell their mother about this if they don’t untie her?

Plead not to let the worms go inside her

>Plead not to let the worms go inside her

"All right," says Colin. "I’ll make you a deal. We’ll help you get the worms out of your panties, if you kiss both of us. With your tongue."

Alistair giggles. "Ooh yes!" he says gleefully.

Sophie really doesn’t want to kiss either boy, because they are being so horrible to her. But she is desperate to get the worms out of her panties. What is she to do?

>Should she agree to kiss both boys, with tongue?
>Or refuse and threaten to tell their mother about this?

kiss both boys

>she agrees to kiss them

The boys high-five each other, laughing delightedly. Then Colin bends his head down close to Sophie, and kisses her on the lips. He sticks his tongue in her mouth, and Sophie reluctantly responds. For a full minute he kisses her, and when he finally pulls away, he whoops in delight. "That was cool!" he exclaims.

"My turn!" says Alistair, and he moves in as Colin draws back. Alistair’s tongue inexpertly thrusts into Sophie’s mouth, and swirls around clumsily – he obviously has not had much practice at this. After a minute he pulls back, grinning broadly. "Wow!" he says.

"Well, I suppose we’d better help Sophie get the worms out of her panties now," says Colin. "Come on Alistair – let’s help her take them off."

Sophie gasps as the boys drag her panties down to her knees, then to her ankles, and then off entirely. Then she squeals as her legs are pushed wide apart and the boys start pulling worms away from her pussy and buttocks. After a while, they move their heads in and peer closely at her vagina and anus.

"Hmm," says Colin. "I can’t see any more worms – can you, Alistair?"

"No," says Alistair. "But do you think we should check inside her – just to make sure?"

"I think that’s an excellent idea, Alistair," agrees Colin. He wiggles one finger between Sophie’s inner labia, and then sinks it deep into her vagina.

Sophie squirms in vain, and tears roll down her cheeks. What on Earth is she to do?

>Should she tell the boys she is sure there are no worms inside her?
>Or keep silent, hoping that this torment will end soon?

>keep silent

>keeps silent

Colin feels around inside Sophie’s vagina for a minute or so, a huge grin on his lips. Then he inserts a second finger alongside the first, and wiggles them both around. Sophie bites her lip, and clenches her eyes tightly shut, trying to blot out the sensations.

"I want a go!" says Alistair.

"All right," says Colin, pulling his fingers out.

Alistair slides two of his own fingers into Sophie’s vagina, and chuckles happily. After a while, he says, "Hey, do you think we should have sex with her?"

Colin stares lustfully at Sophie’s pussy. "Oh wow, yes!" he says. "You can go first if you like."

Alistair grins. "Nah, you can go first."

Sophie’s heart sinks, and her stomach ties itself in knots. She is a virgin – her first time can’t be with a couple of horny teenaged cousins!

>Should she tell them she is a virgin, and offer to suck their penises instead?
>Or hope that they are too chicken to go through with it?

she should tell them

>she offers to suck their penises

Colin and Alistair look at each other, then nod. "Sounds good to me!" says Colin. While Alistair holds both of Sophie’s legs, Colin walks around to stand next to Sophie’s head. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis (it is quite large, considering he is only sixteen), and points it at Sophie’s lips.

With tears in her eyes, Sophie opens her mouth and puts her lips around the head of Colin’s penis. She begins to suck on it, lubricating it with her saliva as he starts to thrust it slowly in and out of her mouth. After a couple of minutes, Colin utters a series of short gasps, and a salty, squishy fluid spurts across Sophie’s tongue. Screwing up her face, she swallows it, and Colin pulls out with a sigh of pleasure.

Then it is Alistair’s turn. His penis is smaller, but he has not washed it as recently as Colin, and it is somewhat smellier. Nevertheless, Sophie takes it into her mouth, and sucks on it while worms continue to wriggle around in her panties. Soon Alistair comes, and Sophie swallows his semen too.

"Wow, that was ace!" says Alistair, pulling his penis out from Sophie’s mouth as Colin takes a photo.

"You’re a good sport, Sophie," says Colin. He unties her wrists. "Come back any time."

Sophie gets up and runs to the door. She opens it and runs back to her room, where she closes the door and then throws herself on her bed, sobbing. Soon, however, the sensation of all the worms surrounding her pussy and buttocks is too much to bear, and she pulls down her panties and grabs handfuls of the wriggling creatures. Having emptied her panties, she pulls them back up, then takes a double-handful of worms over to the window. Throwing them outside, she goes back for more, and soon all of the worms are wriggling back into the soil in the flower bed beneath her window.

Unable to face anyone else just now, she huddles on her bed as the afternoon passes by.

>continues

Shortly before six o’clock, the door opens and Aunt Maud walks in. "Hello dear," she says. "Supper’s nearly ready – go and wash your hands, and come down and join us. I must say you’ve not been very sociable this afternoon. Tomorrow I hope you’ll make more of an effort to integrate with our family." With that, she walks out.

Sophie dolefully gets up, washes her hands in the bathroom, and then trudges downstairs in her ridiculously short dress with her too-tight panties showing beneath. In the dining room, she sits down at the table, concealing most of herself except her chest, where her dress is pulled so tight as to be see-through. This means that her nipples, which are not covered by her too-small bra, are clearly visible, much to her embarrassment and the amusement of her cousins. Across the table, Catriona starts whispering something to Alistair, while glancing at Sophie and grinning. Sophie has a nasty feeling that they are talking about her, and she strains to hear what Catriona is saying.

But at that moment, she feels a hand on her thigh beneath the table. It belongs to Colin, who has just sat down next to her. He leans towards her and whispers, "If you let me feel your leg during dinner, I’ll tell you where your bags are." Sophie is torn.

>Should she push Colin’s hand away and try to catch what Catriona is saying?
>Or agree to Colin’s request?

agree

>she agrees

Colin grins at Sophie’s response. "Great!" he says, squeezing her thigh and sliding his hand slowly upwards. "This is going to be a fun meal."

Sophie tries to listen to Catriona, but the girl has stopped whispering to Alistair. Colin’s hand, meanwhile, has reached the top of her thigh, and now he is blatantly rubbing her pussy through her panties, and using his middle finger to press the thin material into the groove between her labia. She is about to object, when Uncle Hector walks into the room, and Colin quickly withdraws his hand. Then Aunt Maud bustles in with various bottles, which she puts on the table in front of Sophie.

"Offer our guest a drink, Colin," says Hector.

"Um, what do you want to drink?" Colin asks Sophie.

Sophie looks at the drinks in front of her. She does not like fizzy drinks, which rules out the coke and the lemonade, and she is not all that keen on orange squash, but she does like Ribena.

>Should she ask for Ribena?
>Or orange squash?

>orange squash

Colin pours a little orange squash into her glass, and then tops it up with water. Sophie is quite thirsty, and soon empties the glass. Dinner is relatively civilised, until Colin’s wandering hand finds her thigh again. This time he slides it straight up to her panties, and attempts to worm a couple of fingers inside. Sophie is anxious to avoid a scene, but she doesn’t want Colin feeling her up either.

While she hesitates, Colin manages to get two fingers inside her panties, and he probes between her labia, trying to find her vaginal opening. With the angle he has got, and the fact that Sophie is sitting down, she doesn’t think he has much of a chance, but then she stiffens as somehow he manages to get the tip of his middle finger inside her vagina.

Sophie’s instinct is to push Colin’s hand away, but it occurs to her that perhaps she could take advantage of the situation.

>Should she insist that he tell her where her bags are?
>Or just push his hand away?

Ask for bags

insist

>Ask for bags
"I don’t know where your stupid bags are," Colin mutters, withdrawing his hand.

Sophie sighs, her hopes of getting her bags back diminishing.

After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. After the meal, Maud and Hector take dishes out of the room, and the children start leaving the table. Sophie gets to her feet, and starts helping to clear the table. As she enters the kitchen, Maud takes from her the plates she is carrying, and smiles at her. "Why don’t you run along and play with the others?" she suggests. "It’s a lovely evening now that the rain’s stopped – you should be outside getting some fresh air."

Sophie thanks her aunt, and rather reluctantly leaves the house via the front door. Outside, her cousins are playing a game of tag. They amiably allow Sophie to join in, but she soon discovers that the boys’ idea of ‘tagging’ her is to slap her on her buttocks or breasts. Soon she is out of breath, and a little sore.

"Let’s play Pig Run!" says Alistair.

"Good idea!" says Colin. "We’ll have to explain the rules to Sophie."

>continues

"I don’t want to play Pig Run," pouts Catriona. "And Suzy’s too little. Can’t we play French Cricket instead?"

"Pig Run’s more fun," says Colin. "But we can take a vote if you like. Who’s for Pig Run?" He puts his hand up, as do his two brothers. "And who’s for French Cricket?" Only Catriona and Suzanne put their hands up. "Pig Run it is."

"But Sophie hasn’t voted!" objects Catriona. "Sophie, wouldn’t you rather play French Cricket?"

"Sophie’s vote doesn’t count," says Colin, "because she doesn’t know what Pig Run is."

Disgusted, Catriona flounces back inside, followed by Suzy, who imitates her older sister’s petulant walk. Colin turns to Sophie.

"Come on," he says, and he turns and heads around the side of the house. Sophie follows with the other two boys. At the back of the house is a large pen, inside which the ground has been churned into thick, glutinous mud. The animals responsible for the churning, however, cause Sophie’s eyes to widen in astonishment.

"The pigs," says Colin, by way of introduction.

But the animals shuffling around in the mud do not look much like the pigs that Sophie is used to. Their snouts are immensely long, for one thing – almost two feet in length and somewhat resembling miniature elephants’ trunks. They also appear to possess, to Sophie’s disgust, long prehensile penises which plough through the mud as they walk. Slimy drool dangles from their mouths in long strands, often dragging along the surface of the mud behind them. In fact at least half of the mud in the pen seems coated with a shiny layer of pig saliva.

>Should Sophie ask why the pigs look so unusual?
>Or ask about the rules of the game?

Fuck this shit is gonna be gone by tomorrow, and right as I get into these complex characters I have to sleep to be rested for work. Somebody better be saving this

Here you go:

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OP here, I have to go too, enjoy

Thanks man, I'm really into worms

OP is a faggot