The Inciting Incident (From: UNF, Unashamed Nude Females: Your Sister, Who Finds Out You Like ENF Porn)

The only thing you can think about as you stand there, bottomless, dick out and cheeks all flushed, is the start of your fascination with ENF. Even now the memory makes you run that extra bit hotter, and causes the hairs on the back of your neck to take on a curious prickling; at the same time, the head of your dick starts to become slick with pre-cum again. Just the thought of this memory excites you, and no wonder, now that you think back on it...

It was a cold November afternoon, not so long ago. You were in your late teens, and had been 'convinced' to spend the night at your cousin Franklin's place, under much protest on your part, mind; your Aunt and Unclr had been going through a rough patch and your parents had decided it would be a good idea for you to spend some time with your cousin to distract from the friction between them. Franklin had always been a bastard, roughly of an age with yourself, and prone to...pranks. The pranks had gotten more cruel and often more elaborate as you'd both gotten older, and you were in no hurry to find out just what he'd do this time. Still, like a good son and nephew, you went over to your Aunt and Uncle's place a few streets over from your own house, and settled in as best you could until the next day when you could finally return home.

Things had gone quietly enough for the first few hours, but then Franklin had made a suggestion, looking suddenly up at the window that looked out onto the street out front at the sound of laughter from outside. "Sounds like Lacy and her friends are out," he commented. "Want to go and chat 'em up?"
You'd frowned at that. "What? Why? They're way out of our league!"
"Your league, maybe. Besides, isn't this visit about us spending time together?"
"Sure. I guess."
"Then let's go, then!"
The whole thing had left you feeling unsure and troubled, but you went along with it, seeing limited scope for Franklin to engage in his usual fuckery. You'd put on your shoes and a light jacket, and hitched your jeans up a little higher onto your hips. Franklin watched as you did it. "Little big on you, no?"
You scowled. "Lost a little weight recently. That's all."
Franklin nodded and said no more, and you finished suiting up before heading outside together. Lacy and a couple of her friends were making a snowman out on her lawn acrosd the street, picking up scraps of powder from the light dusting that coated the ground in fits and starts. As you both went out to the edge of the kerb, you tried to think through just what you'd say to Lacy—you were adamant you'd go for Lacy, she was the cutest girl in the neighbourhood by far, with long locks of dark hair and a pretty enough face that you often found yourself transfixed by it whenever you saw her, with her big brown eyes and the barest hints of freckles powdering the area around the bridge of her nose. Unfortunately, you were so lost in thought by this point that you didn't notice Franklin letting you walk out in front of him while he crept up behind you.

Finally, you had the beginnings of a decent greeting and pickup line worked out, and briefly stood there psyching yourself up before calling out to her. "Hey, Lacy!"
Quick as a flash, right as Lacy turns to look at you, Franklin strikes. You feel his hands suddenly on the waistband of your jeans, and so used to his pranks are you that you're already semi-aware of what he's doing before he's even done it. "Franklin? Franklin, no!" You yell, in a voice far whinier and higher-pitched than you'd intended, but your cousin pays you no mind. He grips the waistband of your trousers, snickers loudly in your ear, and then, in one, smooth movement, pulls your bottoms and boxers right down to your ankles. You wince and gasp as your flaccid cock springs out into the cold November air. It's small and limp, a little flesh-toned stub hanging between your legs, swinging slightly in the chilly, intermittent wind. For a moment or two there's silence, palpable looks of shock on the faces of Lacy and her friends as their gazes drift down toward your shrunken cock. Lacy's lips twitch, then gradually curve up into a smile, her eyes alive and almost twinkling with amusement. She starts giggling, struggling to catch her breath as the laughter bubbles up out of her. Her friends follow suit, and in moments they're all laughing their heads off at your wee appendage.

"It...it's so...tiny!" Lacy wheezes, pinching her thumb and forefinger together in a nigh universal symbol you recognise all too well. Too late you come back to your senses, clapping your hands over your willy, your face turning tomato red. No...she doesn't understand...it's the cold, it's just the cold. You're actually of a perfectly normal size, if you can—if you can just explain...but you're frozen on the spot, completely devoid of ideas on how you might regain some dignity. "It's just—" you falter. "I'm just...it's...chilly!" Even as you say it you realise you've made a terrible mistake. Lacy snorts loudly, looks back at her friends, then breaks out in another fit of giggles. "Chilly? Sounds like somebody's got a...chilly willy?" Lacy seems awfully pleased with herself for coming up with that one, and without missing a beat she says it again, and again, and before long it's become a chant.

"Chilly willy! Chilly willy! Someone's got a chilly willy!"
This has all backfired horribly, now your neighbour and all her friends are making fun of your tiny, frozen cock. It's so...humiliating!
"Chilly willy! Chilly willy! Someone's got a chilly willy!"
Your desperately press your palms into your shrivelled little shaft, gasping at how cold it feels. No, no, no, no...this can't be happening, this can't be... the shrill laughter rings long and loud in your ears, and you burn with shame under the girls' scrutiny. This goes on for a couple minutes at most, but it feels like so much longer. Eventually, the front door of Lacy's house opens, and you recognise the slightly taller form of her sister, who looks not unlike her in many ways, only a little older, in her early 20s you think. Lacy's friends look at her, then back at Lacy, and scatter almost immediately. "Hey!" She shouts. "Where are you guys going? This is priceless!" Your cheeks keep colouring up as you watch Lacy's sister creep across the lawn behind her and pick something up; it has some sort of cable attached to it, and you follow it with your eyes all the way to...a sprinkler? With a start, you realise the sprinkler is right under Lacy, pointing up her skirt, to be exact.

Again, you see what's about to happen mere seconds before it does, Lacy's sister looks to be her Franklin, and now she's gone and activated the sprinkler, while Lacy herself is standing right under it. There's a quiet hum, and Lacy finally notices something's wrong. She looks down, smug satisfaction turning to dismay at the realisation that the sprinkler is aimed to shoot right up her skirt. "Oh—" is all she has time to say before the sprinkler starts up, its spray catching her right under her skirt, and the **** of the deluge pushes it up past her hips. Beneath you can see she's wearing a pair of plain, high-waisted panties. Classic in their understated, simple allure, but already the water's turning them translucent, excess moisture turning the thin material translucent and heavy. Before your eyes the wetness paints them onto her skin, forcing it to cling to her crotch, outlining the neat, tidy contours of her pussy—pale pink folds with nowhere to hide under her invisible panties, stark in their paleness thanks to her complete and total lack of pubic hair. She stands there, bashfully cute, her underwear already loosening thanks to the **** stress they're under, quickly sliding off of her hips and halting in a tangled mess of white wetness around her knees. Lacy's too stunned even to cover herself, so you get a good look at her bare crotch; at the triangle shaped patch of bare skin, the pussy lips pressed tightly and demurely together, and last, but by no means least, the slim, tender line of flesh sliding out from between them to say hello. It's a singularly arousing sight, and already you're finding it difficult to conceal your stiffening 'willy', which makes you blush anew.

Lacy's cockiness is all gone now. She's hopelessly embarrassed, her face gone the brightest of red. Trembling all over, she puts one hand over her pussy, then the other over the first, and holds the pose, before slowly raising her head to look up at you with an expression of overwhelming shame. The cutest girl in your neighbourhood, the cutest girl you know, standing with soaked panties around her knees and her hands on her lovely, lovely pussy. A long, girlish groan makes its way up from the back of her throat, all croaky and strained, as if she's pouring every ounce of humiliation she's experiencing into the sound, and to coincide with it her knees draw in close together, touching each other in what looks like a vaguely protective gesture. This must be the worst, most cringeworthy moment of her entire life, and something tells you that much like yourself, she'll never, ever forget it.
Both of you stay there for a short while, equally frozen in place by your respective wardrobe failures. Try as you might, your hands inevitably lose the battle to keep your rock-hard cock hidden, and sure enough before long its poking out from behind the tips of your fingers, your foreskin partially retracting so that the smooth bellend can take a peek at cute, cute Lacy. She sees it, you know she sees it, and you're sure her lips part slightly to make a round, plump oval shape, but she's still too humiliated to make any more comments.
You realise you'll probably have to turn first, despite how viscerally uncomfortable you still are, you know it's that or staying here until you quite literally can't contain your cock any longer, and so, with great ****, you do, but even as you start to walk back inside you look back, knowing you'd never forgive yourself if you didn't watch her leave. Sure enough, Lacy's retreat is a sight to behold; she sniffles loudly and squeaks out something that sounds an awful lot like, "Mummy..." before turning slowly around. Her steps are awkward waddles, restricted as they are by her panties, and with both hands still shielding her front she's **** to leave her back uncovered, giving you a good long look at her nubile, naked tushy. As she walks the pert, bouncing butt cheeks wiggle and jiggle like two fresh peaches dipped in cream, soft skin slapping against itself again and again in the most hypnotic way; they also have a slight rosy undertone to them, a faint pinkness just beneath the pale surface of her skin that only adds to the peachiness of that cute, tight little ass of hers; all the while, her wet, tangled little panties shift back and forth between her knees like a white flag of surrender. She can't even spare a moment to try pulling them back up, she's too frazzled by the impromptu stripping she's just been subjected to, so they stay there, suspended halfway up those heavenly legs. An intrusive thought comes to you as you stare at them, I want to cum on those. It's gone as quickly as it arrived, but the tiny, thrilling spark it brought with it lingers.

All in all, Lacy's embarrassment is easily the most amazing thing you've ever seen—the blush on her cheeks, the bouncing of her other cheeks, the fall of her undies, the glimpse of her immaculately shaved pussy, and the pose she struck...almost guilty, trying so desperately to cover what had already been so thoroughly exposed; it was all so intoxicating, and right at the base of your skull you feel a jolt of excitement, like something core and primal has been imprinted onto the basest and most hidden aspects of your psyche.

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