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SHERRYS THERAPY-REDUX
by Amanda Serve

PART 1

Please note: This was the first real story I ever wrote like this. I
am working on editing it and putting it in the files section. I want
to "finish" the story. I have re-edited and spell checked and added to
the story. Distribute freely.

When I was 16 I started a chain of events that eventually led to the
way things are now. I suppose I should give you the background and
just tell you as it happened, or you'll never believe me. I didn't ask
for this, really.

It all started when I had been caught "shoplifting" at a local
department store. I hadn't really shoplifted anything, but there I was
with a few of my friends from school when a security guard stopped me.
He told everyone that I had stolen some things, and had to go with
him. My friends looked at me like I had just stabbed them in the
hearts. None of us would ever dream of doing anything like that, I had
money on me. I tried to deny it, but he and the store manager made me
go to the office. My expression of total shock and surprise should
have at least convinced my friends I was innocent, but I think we are
all pretty good actresses and so perhaps they thought it was just to
protect myself.

They searched my purse and found some jewelry…now how it got in there,
I had no idea at the time. Turns out my little brother Scottie had
planted it on me. At the time I was so stunned, and with my friends
looking at me, I was now turning beet red. By this time, the
transformation of shock to embarresment was complete, by now, I must
have looked pretty guilty.

The guard and manager threatened me with going to jail, but agreed to
let me out of it, if I signed a complete confession, and agreed to
come back to the store and work like five hours of "service". Well,
given the alternatives and how depressing it would be for my parents
to find out, I took the only option I thought I had, and signed the
paper. This was probably the first mistake I made.

So my friends didn't even want to walk with me to my house. That
evening for supper, Scottie kept grinning at me, and I think he was
pretty sure of himself. Later the next day, on my bed was a copy of
that stupid signed confession. It also listed about ten things I
didn't steal, some from the ADULTS only section (sort of like a poor
persons Fredericks of Hollywood section, they call it "Alberts of
Tunica". The stuff on the list included some condoms, K-Y jelly, anal
beads, and stuff like that. I couldn't'' believe or even at that time
had no idea what they were! There were also several pairs of really
expensive panties and outfits.

I read the terms of the confession, as I sat open mouthed,
unbelieving on the bed. This is not what I remember signing, but I
don't think I even really read it over. It looked like a standard,
generic form when I was in the office. I had no way of knowing this
other stuff would be here, I was more in disbelief than really trying
to figure out how it had even got on my bed in the first place.

Then Scottie opened my door without knocking. I turned my face at him
in disgust the way I normally do, when he shows up uninvited (Which as
any of you know who have younger brothers, is almost all the time!).

I started to tell him to get his perverted creepy little heiney out of
my room, but I noticed he wasn't flinching the way he normally did
when I went off on him. In fact, he looked like he was expecting it,
and I instantly knew who had put the copy on my bed.

I suppose I should give you some background about my creepy thirteen
year old brother. He is thirteen, and really he is my half brother
from my father's first marriage. He is a total dork, and he loves to
watch all the most juvenile TV shows like Beavis and Butthead, Howard
Stern and E's! "Wild On", at the same time I know he also watches
Cartoons like "He-man" and "GI Joe" so he is a not only a total dork
but he is also a horn dog.

I had never CAUGHT him spying on me (but there were times when I had
wondered although until this very moment in time, they were really
harmless suspicions). I felt really safe in my room, which I consider
my sanctuary. The place where I am surrounded by everything I like,
it's decorated in pink/purple with all my trophies and posters and and
even my own TV. I have always felt that it was the safest place for me
in the house. Now here was Scottie acting like he owned it.

We have always had a sort of 'game' we played. It was very simple.

if one of us had some dish on the other, we would make a simple bet.
It was nothing sexual, just kind of risky. We always held up our end
of the bet, even though Scottie is a terrible cheater (I hated to play
Monopoly with him!). I wasn't that into the bets, but Scottie loved
the chance to get one over on me. I did like to beat at his own games,
and I have to admit I won my share of bets when were younger. We had
not played that often now that we were getting older.

A good example though was about three months before this. I had gotten
a really bad grade on a lab report at school, and Scottie knew that I
had lied to my parents about why I had gotten the bad grade. I
probably would have just got in trouble with my parents, and maybe
made to quit the part-time job I had, it wasn't any big deal.

Well I did win the bet, and made Scottie keep his mouth shut. The bet
was if I could sneak a beer out of the fridge and take it up to his
room without Dad finding out. If I hadn't made it, well then not only
would Scottie have told about my lie to cover up my bad grades, but
then I would have gotten busted for stealing a beer. As it turns out,
my dad never figured it out. Scottie got to drink a beer and feel
important, and everyone was happy. Harmless fun.

Well this time, he had brought a little bottle of vodka with him. He
said "It's simple Sherry, all you have to do is drink this bottle
tonight and no one finds out about your confession..but if you can't
finish the bottle YOU have to put the confession up on the fridge
under a magnet for mom and dad to see in the morning.". This seemed
pretty easy, I had been to a few parties and while I hadn't really
drank liquor, I knew kids that did and they didn't seem all that
experienced. Well the alternative was that Stink-boy would go ahead
and bust me, and so I agreed. After all, it was Friday night, and no
school in the morning. And basically, while I am no party girl or
whatever, I was curious about the vodka.

I started drinking the sour, disgusting stuff It wasn't very easy, but
I choked it all down. This was probably my second mistake. It had
already started to affect me by the time I had finished, and Scottie
looked disappointed, but tore up the copy of the confession, and left.
I think he left Dad's car keys in my room on my trophy case (I had
been a star on the Swim team, and I enjoyed track and some other
sports.).

However they got there, I made a really foolish decision. I decided to
drive Dad's car. I just had a learners permit, and loaded on
vodka..well you can guess what happened?

When I woke up, I was covered in mud and muck, and the car was
totaled. The red-light siren of a police man's car was flashing in my
eyes, and my dad was cursing and pacing around the car. My Dad is an
Ex-marine, and he works odd-jobs, usually get-rich quick plans
(schemes). While my Mom works as a Secretary at my school and brings
home the money to pay the bills. I should also mention I have an 11
year old Sister named Tina, but she comes into this later.

I wasn't seriously hurt, by my Dad took me home without even getting
me cleaned up by the Ambulance guys. He didn't say a word all the way
home, but I knew he was really pissed. When I got home, my Dad found
his birthday present box from my mom unwrapped in my room, who would
have thought my mom had planned on giving him a bottle of expensive
vodka? Then he found the pieces of the confession in my waste paper
basket.

Well, I was pretty scared. Scottie came in and acted all concerned for
my welfare. He said "Look Sis, looks like you got into a little
trouble..sorry to hear that. Dad is real pissed, he is talking about
sending you away to an All-girls Academy!". Now I was definitely no
nympho, but I liked to flirt with boys at my old school, and according
to some of the other girls I was a terrible 'tease', but that's just
my friendly nature. The idea of going to an all-girls reform school or
whatever, really didn't appeal to me in the least.

"So, I gotta another deal for you.." Well as soon as I hear those
words, I curled up my lips into a frown, because whenever Scottie says
some thing like that, you can be sure it's more a deal for him, than
for you!

"If you win the bet, I'll go downstairs and explain that I gave you
the bottle of Vodka, and try to take dad's blame off you." Now Scottie
isn't the worlds greatest actor, but he is a pretty good liar. It
really looked like he meant it, though.

"So what do I have to do if I lose?" I asked with a knowing, but
excited expression. I was glad for any chance to get out of this
trouble. This was definitely world-ending trouble compared to anything
I had ever dreamed of doing in the past!

He just said "well first, you gotta hear the bet. This is pretty
serious, and I'd be risking a whole lot to save your neck…so I think I
should get something out of this?" He paused to let me nod impatiently
at his question. It was almost as if he was trying to think of what
the bet would be, because he hadn't thought he'd get this far.
Normally I don't have a lot of patience for his conniving, but today I
was going to be up in my room for quite a while. He took a breath and
said "Hear me out" holding up his hands for me to listen.

I sat with arms folded, patiently waiting. "You gotta go to the down
stairs bathroom.and, leave the door open. Sit on the toilet, and you
gotta do your business. Don't flush either so I can make sure you
went.and that's it if Mom and Dad don't say anything, then you win."

Well this was totally gross. I said "You sick-o" narrowing my eyes at
him, but at the same time calculating the odds in my head. The
bathroom is set off the front room, and Mom and Dad were no where near
that area talking about what to do with me in the Den. It'd be pretty
much like going to the bathroom alone, no one would see me, I just
had to leave a door open. I figured he'd fall over with disbelief when
I agreed.

He wasn't shocked though, and he said "and it better be ENOUGH in
there, or I am not going to go along with it.now, if you lose well" I
hadn't thought of that. What if Lost? "Well that means Mom or Dad
finds you in there your going to explain that you didn't have enough
time to shut the door, and your going to STAND up to wipe your
butt.say something about how you saw on MTV that in france, everyone
uses a communal bathroom.."

Well, that was enough to make me change my mind right there. I mean,
if Mom or Dad saw me like that, they'd probably go nuts. So I through
in my own little clause to the bet. "You can't go down there and tell
them I am in there, or anything like that if you do the bets totally
off!"

He grudgingly agreed, I could tell that in his little blackheart that
must have been his plan, because he seemed very disappointed. I was
smiling because I had turned the tables on him, or at least so I
thought I had gained a victory, in the process I had agreed to do what
would turn out to be my third mistake.

So I glided down stairs wondering if he meant poop? At first I thought
he just meant peepee, but now I was thinking about the words "Better
be enough in there". "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" should
have entered my mind, but I did not have time for that.

My adrenalin was pumping, my belly was turning somersaults. I was
wearing a simple tank-top and some purple shorts, it's always pretty
casual around my house, and most of us even go barefooted all the
time. I was like a Ninja, carefully passing the Den hallway, listening
to make sure they were in their discussing me and my punishment. They
were and as I passed them, I am sure I could hear something like
"Criminal? You really think so?" and then "Dr Schwartz suggests we
see him" I knew they were planning some serious stuff for what must
seem like their out of control teen, having wrecked the car, gotten
drunk, stolen a birthday present and unwrapped it, and shoplifted
(especially if they pieced together the sex toys put on the
shoplifting list). Basically I felt like my ass was going to be grass
for a while!

I opened the bathroom door, and with a wrinkle of my nose, pulled down
my shorts and sat on the toilet. It felt kinda fun to be trying to do
this. I wouldn't admit that to my dorky brother, because I would
never have heard the end of it. Still, if this had been the end of
things, I think I would have chalked this up to yet another harmless
little bet. As you had guessed, this was not to be the end of things.
I was busy concentrating, and didn't even hear my mom approach.

If it had been my dad, I don't think I could have gone through with
it, but having already done my business, and thinking how gross
Scottie was to actually want to come in and look at it. The question
as to whether it had been poop or pee was no longer an issue, with all
the somersaults my stomach had been twisting I HAD to wipe! (Without
getting too much more graphic at this stage in the story, I am sure
you can use your imagination).

My mom came around the corner in a huff, I stood up, almost more from
surprise of her walking in on me, and began to wipe. I couldn't look
her straight in the eye. She asked me why I hadn't shut the door, and
I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "In france, they do
it all the time" being clever I quickly added another reference that
popped into my mind.."and also in vogue, they said to do like this.."
I think my mom could tell I was full of it.

She just narrowed her eyes at me, and said "well, this aint france
Little miss" I had finished wiping my butt, and did it really
quick.then without thinking I flushed. I knew at that moment, that I
had just LOST the bet completely. I was hoping Scottie would have some
mercy on me.

She shooed me out of the bathroom, and I could tell she was debating
on telling Dad or not. She really didn't like to see him hit the roof,
any more than any of us did.

Scottie didn't have any mercy when I finally got back up stairs. I
pleaded with him, and said that since I had done it all the way, I
should get partial credit. He laughed. I hated feeling like he had
some power over me. He was definitely dad's favorite, and always got
the lion share of birthday presents, and almost never got in trouble
when he did something as bad as me. It really would have been easy for
him to shift some of the blame from me.

"alright, alright all you have to do is." He put his finger in his
mouth thinking."Play me a game of Monopoly.the first person to get
2000 dollars or put the other out of business wins!" well, I told you
before he is a worthless cheat at board games, so even when he
promised not to cheat, I was not really even listening.

"And if you win, well I'll go ahead and try to take as much blame as I
can. I can't get you off the hook for the bathroom thing" which, was
what I wanted him to do. "all you have to do is, For every five
hundred I win over you, you remove one thing of clothes AND you can
buy it back at the end of the game" well, I only had four things on, a
sports bra, tank top, panties and shorts so that didn't seem very
good, in 2000 dollars I'd be naked. I said "You freaking perv, you
really want to see your OWN sister naked?"

For the first time in quite a long time, I think I saw him say
something honestly. He just said "yes". As grossed as I was, I was
intrigued by this complex little system he had worked out. "So, we
lock the door and if mom or Dad knock, you can always get dressed.but
if I win all four of your clothes from you, and win the game, then
you'll let me get a real good look at you for fifteen minutes, pose
anyway I tell you to?."

I think I was caught up with the betting spirit and said "FIVE
minutes". He agreed, but added that if that was the case, that unless
mom and Dad say something, I can't wear any bra..and had to keep on
that tank top for the rest of evening win or lose. This would be
crazy, because that tank top was very shear, and there was no way I
was going to get away with something like that, my boobs would show up
so clearly, that it'd be like not wearing anything.

I am not a total prude and had seen girls at the mall like that,
though and so I agreed. Figuring he was starting with 500$ and I had
up to 2000$. As he was not going to strip he could not pull out any
more money, so to win, all I had to do was get 500 bucks (in monopoly)
from him and whatever he managed to get from me.

Whenever you play the Devil's game with the Devil himself, you are
going to lose. Such is the case with Scottie and Monopoly.

I EVEN had Park place.but he owned hotels on all the slum properties,
and those green ones and yellow ones near the go to jail part, so
even if you didn't go to jail you pay rent to "Scottie Rockefeller".
So, my little doggie piece landed on Baltic Avenue for the last time,
and I had been down to my panties. I couldn't' believe it. He was even
taking his time after I had taken off my bra, I knew he couldn't
believe he was getting his wish and seeing my nipples. To me it was no
big deal, they are just like boys nipples, only they are on some
puffed out flesh..Whats the big deal? Still they were mine and he
WANTED to see them, so naturally I didn't want him to look.

When he had me down to Bra and Panties, I felt like just quitting
then, and taking whatever punishment that I had coming. However, a bet
is a bet. If anything I have always felt that I should honor my
commitments even though, Scottie was definitely getting a bargain just
seeing me down to those two skimpy pieces.

When he reached 1500 dollars, and he said "Ok, now the bra " it was
almost like he was encouraging me to save the last as my panties..I
almost felt like surprising him and removing them first I knew when I
had about 75 bucks to my name and he had 1500 that it was inevitable
that I would lose. Somehow I thought it was just a matter of time
before he landed on one of my properties.

I popped open the snap to my bra, and at first held it in place
between my armpits, just to see him start to whine, then let it drop
off. He had a look of total satisfaction. I think he HAD to have been
spying on me, because as hard up as he must be, he acted pretty calm
to see my bare nipples.

It wasn't long before I had reached my last mortgage, and sure enough
he had me dead to rights. He started to suggest an alternative to me
taking off my panties, but I had a feeling whatever it was, was going
to be another trick, so I shushed him, and removed the panties. I did
it from lying on the floor, sitting up. This way he couldn't really
get much of a show, just my brown-curly pubic hair. I felt so
ridiculous, like some how I should be screaming at him, but it was
easy to just pretend he wasn't there. I had lost 2000$ in less than a
half an hour of playing.

"So, get on all fours like your doggie piece!" was his first order, as
he started timing things.I had lost fair and square, it just wasn't my
day! In fact I was going to have bad luck for a long time to come.

Well, I had sort of agreed to this, but I hadn't imagined how
horrified I would feel when he made me go through with it, on all
fours. I reluctantly did what he said, took my time. After all he had
said in any position he wanted, but he hadn't told me I had to jump up
and do it right away. I think he was enjoying it just the same it was
more the idea that he had won a pretty big victory over me. I was
vowing to myself to NEVER play monopoly with him again, -CLICK-That's
when I heard my dad at the door. He didn't give me enough time to even
turn my head the door wasn't locked. There I was, on all fours with my
heiney exposed to my nasty brother who had ALL his clothes on. He
looked up at his dad and said "I was TRYING to play monopoly with her,
but she insisted on showing me all THIS..." and he gestured to me like
I was garbage.

It's just like him, but he hadn't agreed to take any blame, if I was
walked in on after the lost bet and well he wasn't. This REALLY,
REALLY looked bad. I was frozen with fear, I could almost feel my poo
hole pucker up! and since I was so frozen, I kept my little butt right
in place. I could see the veins on my dad's neck pop out as he grabbed
me up by arm "What the hell do you think you are doing? COME ON ."
Kicking my legs, I knew that I had really put my foot in it..

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