Chapter 3

My parents were pulling up, and I ditched the “Anal Whore” panties I was holding under the snow at my feet. There was no scenario where that underwear was going to make things better. I was already caught. I had to get rid of those, and my sister needed to take hers off as well!

I begged Joy to take them off and warned her that they said “Spank My Booty Harder” on them. “Please, Joy! Just kick them off and ditch them!”

She almost didn’t believe me and thought I was pranking her until she turned her head, yanked them around, and saw the words. In horror, my cute little sister ditched them in the snow.

I was probably going to be in serious trouble, but I was relieved to get inside the house. I was shivering my butt off, and now I had this agonizing fear that I’d never live any of this down. My teeth were chattering, and it seemed like it was only a matter of time before we had frostbite. I already had windburn on my face from running in the cold Minnesota air.

My father and mother stalked over to us like avenging angels on judgment day. “What in the name of Jesus are you naughty girls doing outside showing your little fannies to the world?” Holly asked in her smarmy Texas accent. The tone of her voice reminded me of Nancy Grace, a journalist who used to do TV shows about criminal trials.

“Why are you both naked?” Dad was livid. They were both in coats, and even they looked cold. He clearly didn’t have an open mind about this, and I didn’t blame him. I was terrified.

“Just let us in, please,” I couldn’t help but chatter my teeth. I felt like any minute, I’d have frostbite. I just wanted warmth. “I’ll explain later, please!”

“What did you throw down in the snow when we drove up?” Holly asked accusingly. They were not going inside without answers, and thought a few more seconds in the cold wouldn’t kill us. It took her only a few moments to find the two panties. She read the back and looked at us with a look of disgust.

“You brought MUGS of hot cocoa outside but took your clothes off? That means, you knew you’d be out here. You went outside of your own free will to get up to something! Your clothes didn’t magically teleport back to the house.”

Dad noticed the twin mugs on the ground, including the spilled chocolate in the snow. I shook my head, no, but he wasn’t accepting that. He was livid with me, and that was understandable.

I felt so ashamed.

“I can SEE the mugs; I can see the panties you tried to hide! Let’s go inside, girls! I can see you are freezing, but I am so mad at you both right now. I don’t want to stand here and listen to you deny any wrongdoing for something you obviously did. And Joy? I never expected your sister to become a troublemaker, but you? You are so sweet and innocent.” Dad’s anger had shifted to merely stern disapproval.

“Mary probably put her up to this!” Holly’s anger was simmering and starting to boil. My parents were right to be upset. This really would be difficult for us to explain away.

Once inside the house, the warm air was so welcome. I couldn’t get enough of it. The house usually feels a little chilly, but compared to outside in the elements, it was a sauna.

The first thing I noticed was the house was immaculate. The second thing I noticed was that not only was the tree put together, but the lights were wrapped around it and twinkling, and the guys were busy putting decorative bulbs in place, which was something we didn’t even have to do yet.

“They locked us out,” I accused my brother and my stepbrother and pointed a chilled finger at them.

Our parents weren’t interested in my accusations at all. The panties had made sure that we really had no leg to stand on. Obviously, we had chosen to go outside naked; whether we wore shoes and gloves seemed immaterial to that.

“Yep, guilty as charged.” Ethan remained calm, cool, and collected. His blonde hair was perfectly coiffed and gelled while we were freezing our tits outside. He was wearing a nice sweater vest and looked quite cozy.

My father was horrified. “You locked your sisters outside?”

“I know that sounds bad, but we texted you to come back right away, and I can prove that,” Ethan said as he showed them his phone with the time code in the text message. The text message read, “COME HOME, ASAP, PLEASE!!”

Ethan assured my father he was afraid for our well-being but felt he had no choice. He quickly explained his version of events. I wanted to go get dressed, but Holly told me that I needed to wait right where I was.

“It looks like you have been running around naked. You can just stand right there until we get to the bottom of this!”

My dad wanted the story from the top, and he started with Ethan.

“I led us in an inspirational prayer,” Ethan began his lie and then said that he divided up the work and assigned us to do the laundry. “Nick and I wanted to surprise you by decorating the tree before you got home.”

“Well, that’s good, but skip to why you locked your sisters outside,” Dad asked him grimly.

“I guess the girls ruined the laundry. I am not sure why. They may not have been paying attention, or they may have done it intentionally. All I know is that they were dancing around to rap music and booty-clapping in just a pair of panties, shaking their bare breasts. They said they wanted to put ALL their clothes in the laundry. I told them they were being naughty, but they didn’t care and flaunted themselves in our faces.”

Dad frowned even harder. I assumed he’d never buy this bullshit, but after what happened the day before, he might!

“It was quite offensive, and I warned them that, as their brother, I didn’t want to see their nudity. I told them that if they carried on in this unseemly manner, I would have to tell you both. I begged them to put clothes back on. They said they didn’t care who saw them naked, and they planned to go play in the snow in just their panties. We warned them they could get frostbite, and they said they had made hot chocolate and were going to run down to the highway to flash truckers.”

This story was so much bullshit. I could hardly believe my father would allow him to finish.

“I warned them that I’d have to tell on them, and of course, Mary implied she’d get even if I did. I didn’t want to get into a physical altercation with her. I did lock them out, but I texted you as soon as they left the trailer, and it was safe to do so. Then, after they had their fun down by the road, they came back and threw their mugs against the wall. They threatened to break the window, Dad! I was so afraid.”

Ethan was such a liar, pants on fire! I tossed the mug he gave me with salt instead of sugar. My sister set her mug down in the snow when she finished it. It was a minor detail to my parents. They were concerned about the bigger picture.

My dad is nobody’s fool. He couldn’t fall for such an implausible lie! I put one hand across my boobs to cover my nipples and the other to cover my black patch of pubic hair. Joy stood dumbfounded and flat-footed and didn’t try to cover herself at all.

Even though it didn’t matter because everyone had already seen us completely naked, I did it anyway.

Holly frowned at me, and I could see a look of condemnation spread across her face that suggested she thought it was a bit late for me to be modest now.

“They said if you found the real panties they like to wear, you’d be angry with them and they begged us to let them in. I am a Christian, and I only know mercy, but I also know retribution. I locked them out for my safety and Nick’s safety. We spent the rest of the time working on the tree and ignoring them.”

At this point, I was getting my circulation back, thawing out some, but my body still stung from the cold. I didn’t have anything seriously wrong with me, but I felt like I had been stuck in an icebox for an hour.

“I knew that, like last night, they would spin an entirely different story than I told, so I took some pictures of them. I know it could be seen as pornography, but I will delete them as soon as you see them.”

My dad flicked through the pictures. A few of the pictures were of Ethan reading a Bible, but the rest were of me and my sister outside. The first was a shot of our bare asses facing the road. We must have just reached the road and were about to turn to run along that edge. It made it look like we probably were standing there flashing truckers.

Many of the earliest pictures show us smiling when we were enthusiastic about getting through this ordeal.

There was another picture of my sister picking her ass. There was a very well-zoomed-in picture of me pulling down my labia to separate them, but you could easily think I was masturbating in the woods.

The kicker? He had a video. It was just a seven-second clip, and it was clearly my voice shouting. “Don’t make us break the window!”

“I would have recorded more, but most of what the girls said was obscene, and I felt that was sufficient, Dad.”

There was no defense for any of this. This had taken some planning. Ethan didn’t just get lucky today. He had orchestrated my downfall. He chipped away my at credibility last night, and today, he took a bulldozer and destroyed it.

The mugs of hot chocolate made it seem like we had taken them with us to gallivant around on some Girls Gone Wild adventure and flash truckers. The evidence was quite convincing. The panties, though—that was the part I didn’t understand at all.

“Yesterday, you said I told you I didn’t wear panties,” my voice was still cracking and chattering as I composed myself. “Today, you say I wear custom panties with perverted captions on them.”

“I didn’t read the words on the back; all I know is you laughed and said they didn’t find your real stash of panties. I guess maybe some days you go commando, and other days you wear the naughty stuff?” Ethan suggested.

I wanted to point out that if he was so innocent, how would he even know what “commando” means? Other than that, I really couldn’t formulate any coherent defense. If I tried to focus on Ethan, they wouldn’t buy it, and I knew it.

My father picked up the panties Holly found outside, shook his head, and asked, “Anal Whore?”

“At least she won’t get pregnant that way,” Holly sounded disgusted and pragmatic at the same time. I blushed. I’d never done anal in my life.

My father wasn’t in a joking mood. “Spank my fat booty harder?” he asked Joy. “How did you girls even afford to buy these things?”

“They’ve been getting Amazon packages; I assumed they were Christmas gifts,” Ethan lied.

“How would you buy things on Amazon?” Dad was still puzzled.

“Good question; we didn’t,” I denied everything. However, there was no way he’d believe me now.

“Go to your room and get dressed, and we’ll figure out what to do with you two,” Dad frowned. When we got into our room, it was stripped—completely empty of clothes. Even our bed sheets were gone. There were no jeans, shirts, or panties. I was surprised there were a few pairs of mismatched knee socks left.

“Why did they do this to us?” Joy was beside herself with wonder as she sat her bare ass on the bed. “We were going to run nude around the perimeter for them and do five more dares. They had won. Why didn’t they just accept that?” she asked. She was slack-jawed and bewildered.

“Ethan is an evil little sociopath, and I am not sure why Nick would help him, but he did it because he could.”

I started to explain how there had to be planning to pull this off. I told my sister how, the day before, they were just priming our parents to believe I’d be capable of these things. Then, today, they could really drop a bomb on us.”

I had a sudden thought, and I dropped to my knees and looked under my bed. There was a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes. They were open, and one of them had red lipstick on the tip. A lighter was inside the cellophane around the pack.

“They planted more things in our room; we have to ditch this stuff,” I insisted. There wasn’t any place else I could hide it, though. I had a wastepaper basket, but there wasn’t anything in it. The boys had emptied it. The only chance I had was to open the sliding glass window and toss it as far away from the house as possible.

“Here’s a bottle of whiskey.”

Joy found a tiny bottle, maybe 2.5 ounces of Fireball Whiskey, wedged behind the dresser.

I did my best to open the window without making any noise, but there was also a screen. Just as I was about to launch it out the window, my door opened.

“What do you have there?” Dad asked when he caught us.

“It’s not what you think,” I chose my words poorly. That made it sound terrible. “Dad, this is all a setup. Ethan is a monster. Please hear me out. He planted these cigarettes and whiskey. There is probably a porno magazine in here with gay guys, and who knows what else.”

“So, rather than show it to me, you were just going to launch it out the window?” Dad stood with his eyes stony and fixed on me.

I had no explanation.

“Honey, you are so intelligent. You are a terrible liar, though. I experimented with cigarettes and alcohol when I was your age. I didn’t experiment with sex toys and naughty panties, though. The other question I need to ask,” he said as he closed my window to keep the heat from dissipating, was, “Why are you not dressed?”

“They took ALL of our clothes,” I pointed out that our closet and dressers were empty.

“They? Nick and Ethan?” Dad confirmed.

“Who else?” I said.

“I want to believe you, but none of this adds up, Mary. Do you want to tell me how you bought this stuff? You don’t have a job; you don’t have an allowance. There are no stores nearby.”

“I promise you, we didn’t buy them.”

“I am not sure what Joy’s role in this is,” Dad couldn’t look directly at her like he could at me. Her huge knockers probably made it hard to look at anything when you look at Joy.

“I don’t know what to do with you two. Holly is furious, and I am disappointed. Are you trying to break us up? Is that it?”

“No, Dad! I am glad you found love!” I assured him. “I don’t like Ethan, but Holly is fine.”

I was still naked, and it was so strange talking to my father without putting on clothes. I didn’t bother trying to cover my nipples and pubes with my hands any longer. It wouldn’t have made all that much difference; I felt so vulnerable being naked while everybody else besides Joy had clothes. It was hard to look anyone in the eye.

“Are you trying to break your mom and me up, so Ethan will be gone? That’s not how it works. Even if you misbehave, I’d never send you away, and Holly would never send Ethan away.” Dad wasn’t outwardly angry anymore. He wanted me to understand that breakups wouldn’t happen.

“I hate the idea of you two traipsing around naked, but let’s go see what Holly found.”

I felt my world crumbling beneath me as I stepped out of my room in just a pair of shoes. Went to the laundry room, where Ethan and Nick pretended to be confused by what they saw.

“I think we found what they did, but we don’t know why,” Holly admitted in her southern accent.

Dad waited for her to explain, but Holly only asked why we hadn’t put any clothes on.

“They say they don’t have any,” Dad clearly didn’t believe even that, even though he saw our empty room.

“You girls must LIKE walking around showing off your goodies to everybody, then,” Holly frowned. “They packed the washing machine to the brim, even put their sheets in there, and it looks like this was in with the sheets.”

She showed Dad a torn-up gay magazine featuring a macho guy on the cover. “We think that’s how the clothes got dyed.”

All of our clothes were dry and colored orange. Most of them had rips, tears, and holes in them. “It’s hard to say. Do you remember what you girls put in the washing machine? You know you could break it, right?”

“What’s this? A lawn dart?” Ethan bent over and picked up an object from the floor.

At the time, I didn’t know what the heavy object was. It was a bullet-shaped butt plug with two ridged grooves and a curved, beaded handle made out of stainless steel. It seemed like my parents did, though.

“That would tear up the washing machine,” Holly confirmed. She turned her attention to the dryer and revealed that we must have left it on too many cycles. “They pretty much shredded or shrunk everything.”