Do you agree with me that this dress is really cute? I’m a little afraid it’s too short, though… For home, I mean. (It’ll be just fine at College; a perfect length, really!)
I got this dress for Christmas from “Santa” but I know my mom really got it for me, because when I was opening it, she was hovering over me, so worried it would be too short or too long.
“It’s so hard to buy dresses for you, honey,” she said, “because I know you don’t wear panties, and I worry about you is all.”
“What do you mean, mom? I wear panties all the time.”
“What about right now? Are you wearing panties now?”
My dad and my little brother were paying a little too much attention to our conversation. “Can’t I just unwrap this present now? We can talk about my underwear later, OK?”
“Sure honey.” She hugged me, and whispered, “so you’re wearing panties now, right?”
She picked her head up and held me at arms length, looking for my reaction, but I didn’t know what to say, so I lied. “Sure, mom, of course.”
“Well then try it on! Let’s see how you look in it.”
“Maybe I can go into the kitchen to change.”
“Don’t be silly,” said my mom. “Just strip down to your panties and then put the dress on right here! Your brother and dad see you topless all the time, what’s the big deal?”
“Well,” I couldn’t think what to say. Stalling for time, and also to show my mom I wasn’t suddenly shy about going topless, I took off my pajama top. My dad pretended not to notice my naked boobs, but my brother was more open about his admiration of my body. He tells me all the time how pretty I am, which makes me feel really good. I feel lucky because my girlfriends tell me what brats their little brothers are!
So picture it. I’m standing in the living room, wearing nothing but my pajama bottoms that my whole family think have panties under it, and I’m holding this gorgeous dress that I’m dying to try on as much as my family wants to see me in it.
I thought about putting on the dress, and then taking off my PJ bottoms, but the dress really too short to hide my panties — or lack thereof. I don’t mind them seeing my bottom, but I would be exposed as a liar, which is much worse.
My mom is so anxious to see me in the dress, and mystified by my hesitation to take off my bottoms, so she actually starts pulling my pants down for me! “Mom!”
“What?” she said, then: “Oh.” when she had pulled down my pants enough for her to see (but I hope not my brother and my dad) that I couldn’t possibly be wearing any underwear.
I thought fast. “Mom, I think this dress is really too short to wear underwear.”
“Maybe a thong,” she suggested. Bless her! She was covering for me. I could have excused myself, changed into a thong, and reappeared in the living room to try on the dress, but to tell you the truth, I hate it when a thong strap shows, and my cheeks usually separate enough for the thong strap to show under a short dress.
“But wouldn’t a thong show?”
Mom looked dubious. She really doesn’t like me to wear short dresses without anything underneath, but this being Christmas, she was feeling charitable. “OK, honey,” she said. “Go into the kitchen, and change into the dress there.”
I went in the kitchen and took off my pajama bottoms, folded them, and laid them on the counter. I thought I heard a noise, so I looked up. I’m so nervous being naked when my family is around. But it was nothing. I put on the dress, and it seemed long enough for me to return to the living room and show my family, but just to be safe, I looked down to make sure my pussy was covered. It wasn’t!
So I tugged it into place, as I wiggled my shoulders and belly, so it would lay as straight and flat as possible, and from my point of view, at least, my pussy was nicely covered.
Before heading out to the living room to model my new dress, I smoothed my new dress over my butt. I wanted it to cover the top half of my cheeks but it didn’t quite reach, so I took it off my shoulders, and was in the process of smoothing it down when I heard another noise and whirled around. “I need a glass of water.” Whew! It was just my little brother. I felt his beady little eyes staring straight into the part of my butt crack left uncovered by the dress.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I can see your butt hole,” he said, bending down for a closer look.
“No you can’t!” I laughed, and rubbed the top of his head.
“Yes I can,” he insisted, still bending down, and now pointing.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’m standing with my legs apart.” I put my legs closer together, and made sure the dress came at least half-way down my butt. “Is that better?”
“I guess so,” he said. He wasn’t very convincing.
I pulled my dress down a little more. “Better?” I asked.
“Yes, much better,” he said, adjusting my dress a little bit. I clenched my cheeks when I felt one of his little fingers brush against my butt hole. “Sorry,” he said.
“It’s OK, honey.” But it wasn’t OK. I was starting to believe he was right. This dress was just a tad too short to model for my mom and especially for my dad. Should I have worn a thong? But I really hate thongs, and this dress really isn’t designed to have anything under it.
I guess my brother saw I wasn’t feeling good about the dress, and bless his heart, he tried to reassure me. He hugged me, careful not to touch me below my dress. “I think I know the problem,” he said. “It’s your shoulders.”
“Yes, when you pull the dress down off your shoulders, it stretches it from left to right, and that makes it shrink the other way, uncovering too much of your pretty butt.” He pulled my dress back up over my shoulders, and tugged the back of it as far as it would go over my butt. He brushed his fingers over my asshole and pussy, but I’m sure that was an accident. I really hoped he couldn’t tell that I was a little excited.
“Better?” I asked.
He beamed, “Much better.”
“Thanks, brother,” I said, hugging him.
He innocently stroked my thigh as we hugged. It felt good, so I didn’t move for a while. He dipped his fingers into my vagina, and spread my juices between my lips, and under my hood. I slowly spread my legs, hoping he couldn’t tell how much I was enjoying his gentle touches. Before long, I felt as if I might cum, so I gently pulled away from him. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. I was teetering on the edge of cumming, so I tried not to think about how sweet he was; how he tenderly adjusted the back of my dress to cover my asshole; how he hugged me so softly, and touched me so tenderly.
“Come on, little brother,” I said. “Time to show mom and dad my new dress!” He held my hand as I started walking into the living room. I felt my slippery pussy start to pulse as we walked. I came quietly to myself to the oohs and aahs of my parents, with my little brother looking up at me adoringly.