What a Time to Recall!
by Executionus

After a long delay of me being busy and distracted, it's time to get back on this and finish it up. From this point on the story is written entirely by me with just a handful of plot notes left from CaughtofLore, where parts 3-5 were hybrid works from both of us that I merged together.


PART SIX

What have I done? No wait, don't answer that. I knew what I had just done: I just had two explosive rapid-fire orgasms in front of my mum and two horny boys, orgasms caused by those very boys "cleaning" me. The post-nut clarity hit me harder than a semitruck fired out of a cannon. I was speechless and so was everyone else it seemed.

"Hello? Are you still there?" Helen's voice rang out from the phone, shattering the awkward silence. In all of the fingering and squirming I had completely forgotten she was there.

"Yes!" Mum immediately answered. "We're finally home. I'm sorry, the kids were...finishing up." She seemed more ashamed that a fellow adult woman heard all of what just happened than she was the fact that boys saw it all. I was the complete opposite.

"Right. Good." Helen seemed equally awkward now. Kill me. "If all irritated areas have been thoroughly wiped down, I'd advise scrubbing deeply in the shower as soon as humanly possible."

I felt drained and my face was hotter than an inferno. I probably looked like a tomato. Timidly I asked "Can someone please get me a towel out of the trunk finally?"

"Bridget." The cold voice of an annoyed mother answered. "I think we're far past the point of you having any need for that. Everyone out of the car! Drop the used gloves and wipes on the driveway, we'll deal with those later."

The boys quickly exited the car like it was nothing. For them it was nothing. For me, this would mean streaking nude in my own front yard and walking down the long sidewalk towards our front door. Our yard is short and doesn't have any tree cover. If any of my neighbors were outside they would easily see me.

I turned around in the seat to look behind me. My mouth dropped in fright the moment I saw Tommy and Timmy playing in their front yard! Timmy was yet another gremlin in Ian and Matthew's grade, one of their friends who came over to our house to play often who would love to see his favorite female neighbor in the buff. I couldn't bear to have yet another younger boy ogling my exposed skin and parts. I'm at my limit.

But worse than that was his older brother Tommy being there. Tommy is two years older than me and is a dream. Actually "dream" undersells it. If I had a dream where I was with Tommy I would never wake up. I would willingly stay in that coma. Tommy's frequent bouts of shirtlessness while biking or wrestling with the younger boys is the very thing that originally inspired the innocent fingertips of my younger self to first explore the deep depths that Matthew just mastered. I swore to myself that I could absolutely not allow Tommy to see me like this, especially with my body currently in this awkward transition stage already called "weird" once today.

No! Being seen by boys on the beach and a whole perverted soccer team was horrible, but at least I'd never see any of those losers again. Being seen naked by the boys across the street meant that I'd have to see them constantly, practically every day, somehow enduring the shame of knowing they had seen all of me and I would probably never see anything forbidden on them. Two hot guys from school seeing me covering up naked was horrifying. Ian and Matthew knowing every shameful secret of my body inside and out was far, far beyond my limits. I didn't need any more people seeing me today. Period!

"Bridget!" My mum yelled. "Hurry up and get out of the car. And keep those hands at your sides! You know the drill."

I whimpered, grasping at one last hope. "Please! I don't want Tommy and Timmy to see me like this. Can somebody please get the towel?? Please?"

“Bridget Annabelle Stonning! NOW!!!” She yelled loud enough to get the attention of every house on the cul-de-sac, which doubtlessly included Tommy and Timmy. I almost peed a little from pure shock. Mum was done, just done, and I realized instantly that I had better get out of this car before she did something insane.

Throwing my arm and hands over my front side, careful to hover and not touch, I scooted over and leapt out of the car with my back to the brothers. There was nothing covering my butt, so I had no choice but to flash the both of them. I instantly heard both boys howling at the full moon like werewolves, removing all doubt that they had seen it. I cringed and trembled. *

"Hands! Now!" Mum commanded.

I didn't want to obey, but I knew better than to resist anymore. I threw my hands to my side, fully exposing my front once again. I was careful to keep only my back facing my neighbors, their squealing laughter and exclamations of shock drilling deep into my soul. *

Like a snake biting prey, she snatched my right wrist and held it, preventing my ability to use it or touch anything.

"Ian, take her other hand." Was the next order uttered. Surely enough, Ian obeyed. *

I could hear the brothers and their lewd comments. There was no sympathy offered, only lust and squeals. Tommy, my earliest sexual crush, made a comment about how red my butt looked. He actually asked my brother if I had just been spanked!! Somehow Tommy had just assumed the one and only scenario that was actually more humiliating than the truth.

"Not yet." Ian answered back to them. I really didn't like that "yet" he stuck in there. "Poison chemical reaction." *

Suddenly Matthew shouted in panic. "Oh no! We forgot to wipe her butt because she was sitting down!"

God...damnit...Matthew. Could you have picked a worsely-worded line to shout out in hearing range of the whole stinking street? Without context that sounded so much worse than the with-context explanation, which itself was unimaginably humiliating all on its own. The laughter was like thunder. The laughter also sounded like it was getting closer. Tommy and Timmy were coming this way!!

"Mum, please!" I begged. "We have to get inside quick! Helen said so!"

"Right." She agreed, thank god. Unfortunately she wasn't done yet.

"Matthew, grab a wipe for her backside. Just forget the glove this time. Be quick and you'll wash your hands right afterwards."

She just told Matthew to wipe my red cheeks. She couldn't possibly mean outside, right? Surely she meant he would do that after we were safely indoors and out of sight. Surely she had to mean that. I could hear Tommy and Timmy coming. Without looking I could hear they were crossing into our front yard around now. They were fast. In just seconds they'd be close enough to try to peek at more than just my butt. I needed to move ASAP. We needed to go! Now!

"Hurry!" I whined. "Come on, please! Hurry before they get here! I'll do anything. I don't want them to see my front!"

"Right. Ok." Mum mercifully answered. It sounded like she had cooled off enough and was feeling remorse over the reluctant exposure of her only daughter to the neighbor boys. "Ian, let's go."

Mum took my hand and started walking very fast, pulling my right arm with her and started pulling me towards the front door. I wanted to get there as soon as possible, but something prevented me from walking forward when my mother did: Ian. Ian was still holding my left wrist but he wasn't walking, he was standing still. Ian was standing still holding my left wrist while my mum was rushing forward holding my right wrist. *

Instead of walking down the sidewalk with my back turned to the neighbor boys the entire walk, instead my body was being turned around. I was rapidly being turned around by one hand being pulled forward while the other was held back! I planted my bare feet into the sidewalk trying to stop moving, but this accomplished nothing against my mother's raw strength.

"No no no, please no! Not again!" I whimpered as my body turned from 180 degrees to 90 degrees. Everyone had a great side view of my left boob and nipple for half a second, but that was about to get even worse. My right hand pulled forward more and more, my mother's footsteps never slowing and my brother's footsteps never starting. *

"Don't look!! Stop looking! Please!!!" I shouted, but it was no use. Helpless to prevent it, I had been turned completely around now. I was facing the boys, looking right at their eyes. They stood only a few feet in front of me, but neither of them matched my eye contact. Their eyes were looking lower. My pointy breasts, my puffy nipples, my sparse pubes, and my still-slick slit were all in sight clear as day. My face had to be redder than my butt ever was. * *

"IAN!" Mum yelled at my brother for stalling, noticing far too late to actually save me from total exposure. Ian quickly started walking, but he purposely held back enough to keep me trapped facing Tommy and Timmy. I felt my quirky tits bouncing around freely with every step for all to see. *

Timmy was looking at me like he'd never seen a woman in his life even with clothes ON. I think he might have been even more sheltered than his classmates over here. Shock, lust, amazement, and this wicked shit-eating grin all flooded his face at the same time.

"Bridgey's naked!" The brat announced the obvious.

The older and far-more-handsome Tommy looked at me with eyes of shock and lust too, but not nearly to the same degree. His face had a smirk to it that somehow felt condescending instead of being overwhelmed with awe like the younger boys all were. It was like he was rating me, and this wasn't a 5 star rating.

"Huh." Tommy chuckled slightly. "Never seen boobs that looked like that before."

Argh! My face felt literally on fire. "There's nothing wrong with my breasts, damnit!!"

"No no!" He waved his hands defensively. "There's nothing wrong with them. They look good, they're just...unique. They'll probably look normal when you're a little older."

His words, meant to cheer me up, felt so damn humiliating. My earliest crush, the boy I thought about from time to time when I masturbated even back when I was younger than Ian, had just basically told me that my body looked odd and that maybe it'll look better "when I'm older". I never had any delusions about dating Tommy with him being 2 years older than me, but that certainly put the final nails in that coffin.

"Tommy, Timmy." My mum spoke up at last with a hint of threat in her voice. "Don't you have somewhere else you should be right now?"

Missing the threat, Timmy gleefully replied "No way!! Bridgey's naked! Hey Bridget, I can see your line!" *

My "line", aka my poor womanhood sitting there out in the open. Tommy at least understood the message from my mother and he guided his hyperactive brother to step back a few steps, but neither of them turned around of stopped watching me. At least they weren't right up on me anymore.

After the longest walk of my life we finally reached the front door. Ian had no choice but to turn me back around facing the door when he stepped on our porch, moving my butt back into view. I suppose I was thankful, even if this was far too little and far too late to spare me any of the last minute or two of soul-crushing humiliation.

"Matthew, take her wrist and hold her." My mum demanded. Matthew did as he was told, which freed up both of my mum's hands to dig through her purse. Great...it always takes her an eternity to find the house key in her purse for some reason.

Dig, dig, dig, while I stood there helplessly squirming with my red butt on display for a total of four boys and any other neighbors who might be looking out their windows right now.

"Don't just stand there!" Our eternally-frustrated mother suddenly called out. "Do her backside. You're holding the wipe in your other hand. Wipe her down while I get the door. Stop wasting time!"

I didn't even have the will to do anything but whimper at that request. Before I knew it, a cold wipe was on my butt. I jumped and tensed, making a small sound. Matthew was rubbing my butt with the thin cloth, this time touching me without a glove! *

"You missed a spot!" A grinning Ian said just to be a troll after Matthew had moved his hand away and rubbed my waistline.

"No he didn't! Shut up!!" I snapped. But that grinning brat wasn't deterred.

"No, he DID. He only wiped the outside. Matt, you gotta get inside of it too."

"No the fuck he doesn't!" I suddenly squealed.

"Bridget!" followed by a glare from mother. "I've had it with your language today. I'm sorry, but I don't care how embarrassing this stuff is you still need to show some maturity and act your age. Matthew, finish up quickly. Ian's right, you need to get everywhere."

At this I just lowered my head in shame, ready for the absurdity of this experience. I felt the cool wipe slide up between my cheeks, and in the process felt the back of Matthew's hand brushing against me skin-on-skin. He wiped again, and then again. Three time to make sure I was cleaned. Three times I had a boy's hand between my butt cheeks while three other boys watched and laughed. *

The front door suddenly opened. Thank God! Mum finally unlocked and opened it up. I've never sprinted inside the front door faster in my entire life. I heard the door shut behind me. Finally, finally I was home safe and out of sight. I've been outdoors or in a windowed car since the very moment the recall situation was discovered. I've been naked in public for an agonizing hour. Not once before now did I have the mercy of walls or a drop of real privacy. I felt like a war veteran returning home from a war. My nightmare was finally over.

...Or so I thought.

"Helen, we're finally inside." The relief in mother's voice was equal to my own. "All we need now is Bridget to shower and me to pick up those special gauze wraps from the pharmacy, right?" I was confused, wondering what she was talking about.

"That is correct." Helen replied. "Most likely the visible symptoms will be gone within the hour, and any toxicity concerns should be eliminated after a 24 hour period. If problems persist, your local clinic should be able to provide any help you require."

"Thank you so much for your help, Helen. You're a lifesaver. I know we've kept you on the line for long enough so I'll let you go now. Tell your supervisor I am extremely satisfied!"

"Thank you, that's much appreciated. I hope you all have a wonderful evening. Goodbye!" And with that, our long call to Helen was at an end.

"Hey mum?" I asked. "What wraps do we still need? I thought you got everything we needed from the store?"

"We tried!" She scoffed. "They were completely out of the medicated gauze tape rolls we need and said most other places were too. I have to go from pharmacy to pharmacy until I find at least one roll of it. You can't put any clothes back on until I get back with some. I'm sorry, but there's a chance clothes could absorb some of the harmful dyes and then start this whole process all over again and I know you don't want that. You'll have to put clothes on over-top of the gauze tape for the next 24 hours, but first I need to find some."

Terrible news, but she's right: I did not want to risk going through this fiasco again, no matter the cost. I watched her step towards the door, but then something clicked in my brain. Wait, was she about to leave me home alone, naked, with two horny pervert boys and NO ADULT SUPERVISION?? She was!

"Ian." she continued in a very rushed tone. "I'm putting you in charge until I get back. Make sure she showers for at least 30 minutes, hands and bikini areas scrubbed thoroughly, and she needs to rinse often with the shower head like Helen explained earlier. High pressure warm running water gets the oils out pores. Bridget: Do NOT touch any skin with your hands directly until after your shower, especially anyone's face. Behave, listen to your brother, and try to show some maturity while I'm gone. You've been very difficult today, and yes I understand how hard this has been for you. It's been very uncomfortable for all of us, believe me!"

"You're putting my younger brother in charge??" I groaned.

"Yes! Because dang it, he's been the grown up of the two of you today. Get in the shower right now! Bye!"

Wait...hold up. Did she also say I couldn't use my hands to wash myself?? I tried to ask my mum if she meant that I had to use a washcloth or if she meant the boys had to continue washing me, but she was out the front door and slammed it on us before I could get a single syllable out. Surely there's no way in hell she meant for the boys to touch me. Couldn't be.

I saw the looks on the boys' faces and it was clear they were assuming the opposite. I needed to stop that line of thinking immediately.

"I'm going now. You wait out here! I don't need any help. Both of you have already seen and touched countless things that no boy should."

Ian grinned defiantly at my demand. He then quickly raised up his phone in his hand and pointed it at me, like he was about to take a picture of me naked! *

"HEY!!" I screamed and covered up with my hands. "Don't you dare!"

He then turned the phone around, showing me the screen was still black and off. He started laughing. What a "hilarious prank". That brat just wanted to make me jump in panic for no reason, but it absolutely worked. The last thing in the universe I wanted was for my little brother to have nudie pictures of me. He would almost-certainly show them off around school to all of his horny buddies, trying to make everyone think he was cool for sharing his defenseless sister's skin.

"You know...." The demon child began. "Mum isn't here to stop me from taking pictures now."

"NO!" I yelled, shaking my head. "No I mean it! Absolutely not! Try it and I'll tell. You'll be in huge trouble!"

"Eh." He smirked at me, unafraid. "Matthew and I would deny it. I'll just send them all to Troy for safe keeping. My phone would be empty, Matthew's would too, and mum would never believe you."

Oh fuck, Troy. He was one of Ian's best buds and the one with the dirtiest mind by-far. His desire for a candid picture of my in a bikini (probably to masturbate to, yuck) is what started this entire nightmare of a day. He knew ahead of time about that bikini model being recalled, which is NOT something a normal boy his age should randomly know about. Somehow I just knew that the only way that perv could've known about the bikini recall had to be from some dirty sleazy website or community where horny losers share articles like that with each other and then fantasize about defenseless girls forced to remove their poisonous bikinis in public. God, I've been living that freak's lewd fantasy!

Without understatement, Troy is possibly the last human being alive that I would trust with naked pictures of me. I'd be less exposed to the world if I just splattered them all over my Instagram page. The whole school, the internet, his fucking church, Troy is a guy who would share my nudes for clout in a heartbeat every place he went. He'd make a t-shirt of me full-frontal and then wear it to my house just to make me look at it. He is that type of horny brat.

The threat from Ian was well-received: I needed to be nice to him or this godawful day would become many magnitudes worse very quickly.

"Please don't!" I softly begged. "No pictures, that's all I ask ok? Please!"

Matthew finally broke his silence. "If we leave our phones in the living room, can we watch you shower?"

"Um..." I didn't have a choice and we all knew it. At least Matthew asked nicely, and I still had huge butterflies every time I looked at him now. Matthew asking instead of Ian sent a thrill and a chill through me. My body hungered so strongly for more of his magic fingers, even after cumming in the car so recently.

It was as if the chemicals in my skin were trapping me in a perpetual state of perma-arousal! My mind tried so hard to blame the chemicals, blame them for why I was still so damn horny, but deep down my subconscious knew the truth: I was naturally this turned on. My need for pleasure has been on overdrive for months, sometimes needing multiple sessions per day. The last half-year I've been on a hair trigger, the slightest things worked me up. It took almost nothing to start my engines anymore, making things like watching sweaty guys in gym class into a nightmare scenario for my efforts to act natural.

Boys lustfully seeing me naked today was making me horny. Boys trying so hard to see me and being so shameless about their desire for me was making it worse. Boys touching me in this state made it exponentially stronger. This intense feeling of shame burning my face and making me sweat bullets was also somehow, mysteriously, ALSO making my arousal exponentially stronger. It doesn't make any sense, but the stronger I want someone to NOT see me naked, the more overwhelming and powerful the feeling in my body if and when they actually do see me.

After a long pause, I finally answered Matthew's request with a shiver in my throat. "...Fine! Phones on the table, both of you! If you do that...then you can watch."

"Thank you!" Matthew bounced happily and placed his phone on the coffee table. It made my chest thump to see how enthusiastic he still was about my "weird" body after all that he's seen and touched.

"Deal!" Replied Ian, although unlike Matthew he was still holding on to his phone. "Now hurry up and get in the shower already! Mom said 'right now!' 2 whole minutes ago."

"Alright alright! I know!" I pitifully replied to his little reminder. He was right, but he didn't need to be so smug and lecherous about it.

Without any more delay I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower water for our walk-in shower. The wall panel was perfectly clear glass, not even a tiny smudge to block voyeurs in the room from seeing everything. Damn you mum and your addiction to Windex! Even if it didn't matter anymore at this stage of the day what those two saw, it still mattered in my head and my blushing face.

I paused just a few seconds to let the water heat up, which gave Matthew time to run up behind me to watch. What was increasingly suspicious was the fact that Ian wasn't in here yet, leading me to briefly entertain the microscopic hope that he had lost interest in perving his sister and would leave me alone to shower. No such luck with Matthew, who looked as though he could watch me being naked every minute for the rest of his life. His glare once again brought my face to redness as I jumped under the warm water and began showering at last.

My first instinct was to wash myself with my bare hands, but when I started Matthew quickly reminded me "Don't touch yourself with your hands! Wash them first."

He was right, so I did exactly that. Soap and warm water cleaned my hands nicely, hands that no longer showed any signs of irritation but still needed this final cleaning. I was so happy to be at this specific point in my humiliating day: washing up, removing the toxins, and working towards a return to normalcy. Well...as normal as my life could ever be again after everything that's happened. Boys have seen me naked, several of them. One boy can't stop staring at my pointy chest while I shower, the part of me he called "weird-looking" earlier.

"Should I, um, help you?" Matthew timidly asked. "You shouldn't use your own hands. I can......." the boy froze and gulped, a long pause before finishing "...wash you."

In what universe would I agree to let some boy, a younger boy, a friend of my bratty brother, rub my naked body all over using his bare hands? Bare hands by the way, possibly the very last barrier he hasn't already crossed: skin on skin without gloves in the way. What insane and demented universe would I ever agree to such a lewd and depraved act?

"...Ok."

...This one. Fuck! We made eye contact after he made that pervy offer and my mouth just went on autopilot. I'm still so horny. I haven't stopped being horny since the beach, and especially since the events of the car. I can't stop thinking about his hands and what they can do to me. What they made me feel and can make me feel at will. How am I supposed to say no to hands that give life-shattering orgasms?? It's not my fault!

Matthew stepped into the shower with me, wearing his swim trunks of course. I grumbled a little from how unfair it was that he got to stay covered up, but the moment my imagination began to think about the intimacy of sharing a shower together where he was naked too those thoughts rocketed my anxiety and embarrassment to new heights! My chest and face got warm, burning even. It's too much!

I wanted to see him naked, see his private little boy parts, learn about the tiny bits and their fancy names like he did to mine, and I wanted to do the things to him that he did to me...but WOW was I NOT emotionally ready to actually do one iota of that in real life. Not even close. An hour ago I wasn't even ready to flash this boy, we are so many steps beyond my "ready for this" line right now that it feels like this hot younger guy took the elevator to bypass the whole damn stairway!

Here he is...with me...face-to-face. His hands went straight for my chest and didn't even hesitate. I heard myself make a pitiful and lewd noise when I felt his bare skin gently grabbing and squeezing my perky humps. I looked down to see the connection, amazed by what I was looking at. It was a perfect fit. My awkward budding breasts, source of so much of my shame and embarrassment, were swallowed by his fingers and palms. It was a perfect fit...like my chest grew this way specifically to invite his hands to rest here. Except they weren't resting, they were rubbing around and massaging me. Jesus this boy and his magical hands! My awkward magician was in here making all of my inhibitions disappear.

I looked deeply into his eyes, whimpering. He looked into mine, trembling. His lips inched closer to my own while those hands "washed" my chest. I'd never been kissed before...and I've never needed one more. I presented my lips to him, slightly parted, hypnotized by the moment. My silent invitation was recognized as he leaned in. I felt him breathing on my neck and face.... *

"Sup y'all?" Ian called out suddenly to break the silence, causing me and Matthew to both jump and stumble backwards. That demonic imp of a brother has the worst timing and I could tell he did that on purpose. He took his sweet time joining us in the bathroom for some reason, and when I looked back at him he was holding his phone in his hand against my direct orders.

"Put that phone away, damnit!!" I yelled at him, shielding myself with my arms again. *

"Relax Bridge" he replied smugly, placing the phone down on the sink counter. "I need my phone here in case mum calls, duh."

I don't care if that was a plausible explanation, the naughty look on his face gave me plenty of reasons to distrust him. That... and every waking moment since his birth. I wouldn't trust Ian as far as I could throw a house, but I didn't have much choice at the moment.

"Oh by the way..." Ian grinned as he walked into the shower with me and Matthew. "Hands off! You know that's not allowed."

"Uuuugh, damnit!" I groaned while putting my hands back at my side. "This is so humiliating. How would you like it if me and a bunch of girls got to see and touch your dick all day?"

He just laughed at me. Of course he wouldn't like it and he'd be humiliated, but he doesn't care because that's not what happened. I was the older sibling but now he had this experience to lord over me, this moment made him superior to me. He can see me naked but I was probably never going to be able to see him naked back and we both knew it. We'd never be on equal terms on this subject again.

Suddenly Ian grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back! "Hey!" I yelled as I felt him starting to tie my wrists to the safety support bar on the wall. He was quick, far too quick, using what felt like a long shoelace to restrain my hands helplessly behind my back, tied securely to a bar specifically designed to hold up to 300 pounds of weight to prevent someone falling in the shower. This must've been what took him so long to get in here...that goblin removed the laces from one of his old shoes in order to tie me up!

"IAN!!" I screamed. "Stop! What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"Sorry Bridget" Ian said using the most not-sorry voice possible. "Mum put me in charge, and you just keep touching the affected areas with your hands no matter how many times we tell you not to. This way you can't."

Of course this was also means I can't cover up, shield myself, or escape in any way. I was at their mercy, all of my parts available to look at, touch, and maybe even more. My heart raced and my face flushed all over again, but somehow this helplessness excited the butterflies in my chest too. Damnit...Matthew got me so horny a minute ago that this sudden BDSM experience is causing all the wrong parts of my brain and hormones to fire on overdrive no matter how strongly I try to resist. This is turning me on despite scaring the crap out of me.

"Don't worry" Matthew finally spoke. "We won't do anything bad to you. Promise."

Somehow I actually believed him. I trusted Matthew, he was sweet and hot and horny. That I understood. Hell, that I felt. It was my brother that I didn't believe. He was more than just a mere horny boy. He was full of mischief and wanted to humiliate his big sister on top of all the perving. I could tell.

And that's when the doorbell rang!