I stepped behind the door and opened it just enough for her to slide through. “Jeez, Bobby, relax! Your father’s already gone to work, and your sister is still in bed. No one is going to see you right now.” She told me. I almost didn’t hear a word she said, though.
“Oh, My Gawd!” My mind screamed. She was dressed only in the flimsy top of her silky blue pajamas and hot pink panties. Clearly, I could tell she didn’t have a bra on because her breasts swayed loosely back and forth as she moved, and her nipples poked against the front of the shiny top, which came down to her waist. Her panties were thin and tight. As she faced me, I could see a slight crease where the material was digging in between her labia. I tried in vain to cover my hardening cock, but it was no use. Seeing her brought it to full attention, indicating my approval of her attire. Glancing at my cock, she could only smile. “We match.” She said , holding up her shirt briefly so I could see just how brief her little panties were. “Except for the hard-on, I mean. But, I wore pink, too.” She added. “Just so we could match.”
“Come on.” She said, as she walked over to my dresser. “I’ve got breakfast about ready. Let’s get you dressed so we can eat. I’ve got to go out for a while in a few hours, so I want you and your sister to have breakfast so we can have our little talk before I go.” Looking through my drawer, she found a grey athletic T-shirt, held it up to look at it and then tossed it to me. “Put that on and let’s go.” She said.
I held the T-shirt in my hands and looked at her. “There are some shorts in there that match this shirt,” I said, “can you…”
“No,” she said, interrupting me, “I can’t, Bobby. If your sister and I can walk around dressed in just a shirt and panties, then you can, too.” My eyes were probably churning with fear. She picked up on it, saying, “Look, there’s no use trying to hide it now, is there, sweetheart? Linda already knows you’ve been wearing panties. So, if you’re going to start wearing them daily, just start now — right now. Plus, this is one of the things you said you wanted, remember? To be seen naked, or in panties? Besides, I think she’s probably expecting to see you in the bra and panty set she gave you last night. After all, that’s why she gave them to you….. to wear, you know. Why don’t you just put the shirt on and we’ll see how it looks?”
Then she looked at my cock, now hard and pushing against the material of my sister’s panties. “That, though,” she said, pointing to my penis, “Is going to be a problem. You’re going to have to keep it up, you know, against your belly or it’s going to poke out, I think.”
Reaching over, she pulled the waist band of my panties away and reached in to straighten my cock out. Then holding it up, she settled the waistband on top of it to keep my cock in place. “There,” she said, “that ought to help. Let’s see how it looks with the shirt on.”
I put the shirt on, over my sister’s bra and she turned me so we could both look in the mirror. She had a squirreled-up look on her face as she tilted her head this way and that. She used her fingers to try to pluck some life into the bra as it lay empty under my shirt. “Sweetheart,” she said, “I think for now we better forget about the bra. It’s going to look weird under that shirt, so just take it off.” She laughed to herself and then remarked, “We’ll match even more….. we’re both bra-less!” Okay, I know it’s pretty corny, but, I thought it was funny, and true, too. If she had only worn a grey shirt, we would have matched perfectly.
She turned me around and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “Okay, this is it, baby.” She said. Pointing to my bedroom door she continued, saying, “We’re going to walk out that door and into the kitchen and you’re going to help me finish cooking breakfast. You’re sister will be along soon, and when she comes in there, you just be strong and proud. Don’t turn away from her and don’t try to cover yourself. The more at ease you are, and the more normal you make it seem, the more normal it will seem to her.”
As she stepped toward the door, the turned to me and said, “Oh, if you start to poke out and need to adjust yourself, just turn away casually, make your adjustment and then everything will be fine.” With that, she took my hand in hers, turned the doorknob with her other hand, and pulled me out into the hallway. Holding my hand, she led me down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pointing to the cabinet next to the stove, she asked me to get down some coffee mugs.
“Girls like to have coffee when they chit-chat in the morning, sweetie.” She instructed me. “Your sister started drinking coffee when she left to go to college, so I know she’ll have some with us. You may not be a big coffee drinker now, but, just having something like a coffee mug to hold onto might make you feel less nervous once the three of us start our talk.”
Reaching up to open the cabinet door, I felt my shirt lift up. I glanced down to look and yes, the right side of my shirt was pulled up above my waist and my panties were on full display. I looked over to the door to make sure my sister wasn’t standing there or hadn’t sneaked in. Relieved that she wasn’t, I reached up and took down three mugs.
“Gotta watch that, baby.” Mother warned. “When you’re wearing nothing but a little skirt, or a cover up or a shirt like that…. when ever you reach or bend, you’re going to be showing something.”
Placing the coffee mugs on the counter, I went to stand next to her as she finished at the stove. “You nervous?” She asked. “Yeah,” I answered, “maybe a little. Well, maybe a lot.” I corrected myself.
Leaning her head over close to mine she whispered, “Better get over it, sweetheart. I think I just heard your sister go into the bathroom.” She looked at me and continued, saying, “She’ll probably be in here in a few minutes.”
I turned to look at the doorway and then back at her while she busied herself at the stove. Without looking at me, she added, “The first few minutes will be the hardest, Bobby. If you can get by that, I’m sure everything will go fine.”
My hand went down to my crotch and I felt myself to see if I was still hard and throbbing. Fortunately, I wasn’t. Seeing me check myself, though, she asked if I was okay. “Are you still hard?” She asked.
“Not right now. I’m scared shitless, though.” I answered. “Well,” she replied, “if you get hard again, try to keep yourself adjusted and tucked up like I showed you. She’s going to see it hard soon enough, anyway, so I wouldn’t worry about it that much.”
“What does that mean?” I asked her.
“It means, Bobby,” she said, setting down the spatula and turning to look at me, “that you’re going to have to show her everything. I thought you understood that. After breakfast, you’ll let her see you and we’ll get all that embarrassment over with this morning. The quicker everything comes out between the two of you, the quicker you both will be comfortable with it.”
I took a deep breath as my brain started to run away with pieces of what she just said. I was confused, partially, because she was talking in euphemisms and I really wanted some specifics. “I’ll let her see me?” I asked.
“I don’t know any other way, Bobby.” She said as she turned to carry two of the three plates over to the breakfast table. Turning back to get the third plate, she said, “you’re going to have to take your shirt off and let her see you in her panties and then you’ll have to take the panties off and let her look.”
Carrying the last plate over to the table she added, “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ve got it all figured out. I’ll take care of everything. You just follow my lead and everything will go fine.”
Before I could answer or react, I saw my sister peek her head around the corner of the kitchen doorframe. “Is it safe to come in?” Linda asked.
“Yes, honey. It certainly is.” My mother replied to my sister’s question. As my sister entered, I expected to see her in shorts and a baggy shirt, but, what I saw took my breath away and made me stare.
She was wearing a tight t-shirt and obviously no bra underneath. I could easily see the shape of her small breasts through her thin t-shirt as it clung to her chest. I could even see the small bumps on her areolas, and her tiny nipples poked out from the shirt like pencil erasers. To make mattes worse for me, she wore the exact same style of panties I was wearing, and you guessed it – they were pink, too. But, damn, they fit her much better than the ones I was wearing fit me. They were snug and tightly stretched across her mound. I immediately began to wonder if there was some collusion going on between my mother and my sister. Both of them had shirts on that brought my attention directly to their boobs, and both wore pink panties that were tantalizing me beyond belief. This was either the freakiest set of unbelievable coincidences ever, or they got together to conspire against me!
Any other time, I would have been elated to sit quietly and drink in the lovely sights as they pranced around in their panties – it would have been a dream come true for me. This time, however, was rapidly becoming a nightmare because my cock was hard again and I knew it was just a matter of time before one of them noticed it.
I apparently didn’t hear my mom the first time she told me not to stare at my sister. I guess I didn’t hear her the second time, either. Finally, she got right in front of my face. “Put your eyes back in their sockets, Bobby,” mother said as she reached up and shook my arm to break me out of my trance, “the shoe’s gonna be on the other foot soon enough, so try to behave yourself.”
Hearing that, my sister giggled as if she knew something was coming. My mother, in her wisdom, turned to Linda and held up her finger and shook it back and forth as if she was giving her a warning. “Okay,” she told us, “both of you sit down so we can eat.”
Finally we were all seated and we started to eat. The first few minutes of our breakfast was so quiet, you could have heard a mouse fart. I only looked up from my plate once and when I did, my sister looking at me. Finally, my mother broke the silence. “Alright,” she said, “since no one is going to say anything, I will.”
“We all know what happened yesterday.” She began. “I have to take full responsibility for that because I should have made sure the door was closed when you were in the bathroom, Bobby. If I would have done that, your sister wouldn’t have walked in on you and we wouldn’t be where we are right now.”