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But she wasn't wearing her long nightshirt, she was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap top which came only an inch or two below he navel, and nothing else. | But she wasn't wearing her long nightshirt, she was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap top which came only an inch or two below he navel, and nothing else. | ||
She walked down the stairs and turned towards dining/kitchen area. It wasn't waffles, rather she saw a large stack of pancakes on the table — her second favorite! Happily she skipped into the dining room. As luck would have it, her mother's back had been turned, as she took the last few pancakes | She walked down the stairs and turned towards dining/kitchen area. It wasn't waffles, rather she saw a large stack of pancakes on the table — her second favorite! Happily she skipped into the dining room. As luck would have it, her mother's back had been turned, as she took the last few pancakes off the griddle. "Ooo, pancakes, my favorite!", Sally exclaimed as she sat down. Again, that wasn't strictly true, but she did like them quite a bit, and she wanted her mother to know they were appreciated. Sally noticed an empty plate, save syrup and crumbs, and figured that meant her father had already eaten and left. Even though it was a weekend, he often kept an early schedule. She also thought her seat felt unusually cold, but that was quickly forgotten, pancakes were more important! She eagerly helped herself to half a dozen and was reaching for the syrup when her mother turned around. | ||
"Dressed already? I thought I heard you running a bath." Her mother said. | "Dressed already? I thought I heard you running a bath." Her mother said. | ||
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"Uh, yeah, I was..." she stammered, not sure what else to say. | "Uh, yeah, I was..." she stammered, not sure what else to say. | ||
Ava thought he daughter was acting oddly, but couldn't guess what was wrong, so she just sat down and began filling her own plate. Sally silently went ahead and poured syrup on her pancakes. Her mind was going a mile a minute, searching for a way out of this, but her options were very limited. Her situation was precarious, but getting up meant immediate exposure. It seemed her best | Ava thought he daughter was acting oddly, but couldn't guess what was wrong, so she just sat down and began filling her own plate. Sally silently went ahead and poured syrup on her pancakes. Her mind was going a mile a minute, searching for a way out of this, but her options were very limited. Her situation was precarious, but getting up meant immediate exposure. It seemed her best bet was to eat slowly and let her mother finish first. Maybe she'd go outside or back upstairs. It might have worked, but her luck didn't hold up. It was then that her brother, Devin, made his way downstairs. Now she was essentially surrounded. Her seated position still offered the best hope of concealment, but she knew she was in trouble. | ||
Devin, too, was initially more interested in pancakes than anything else, but the chairs had a gap between the seat and back, and as he walked to the table, | Devin, too, was initially more interested in pancakes than anything else, but the chairs had a gap between the seat and back, and as he walked to the table, he simply couldn't not notice part of Sally's bare ass showing through that gap. Though not exactly revealed to his gaze, there was no mistaking that she wasn't fully dressed, even by her usual lax standards. Why wasn't she wearing her typical "nightgown" (actually an old shirt of his own) or else dressed for the day? He couldn't resist asking. | ||
"uhh, Sally, what are you wearing? It doesn't cover much." | "uhh, Sally, what are you wearing? It doesn't cover much." |
Latest revision as of 21:26, 14 July 2021
"Sally! Devin! Breakfast is getting cold.", her mother, Ava, called. This wasn't particularly unusual, it wasn't late or anything, but her mother took pride in her cooking and hated for it to go to waste or become unappetizing before they got to it. Sally hoped it was waffles. Bath and panties both forgotten, she headed towards the stairs. She didn't think twice about letting her family see her in the long shirt she thought she was wearing. She'd eaten breakfast in that countless times. Her brother may have quietly admired how little the thin fabric did to hide her body in spite of himself on occasion, but other than that none of them thought much of it either, although she was only one to regularly come downstairs in their nightclothes.
But she wasn't wearing her long nightshirt, she was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap top which came only an inch or two below he navel, and nothing else.
She walked down the stairs and turned towards dining/kitchen area. It wasn't waffles, rather she saw a large stack of pancakes on the table — her second favorite! Happily she skipped into the dining room. As luck would have it, her mother's back had been turned, as she took the last few pancakes off the griddle. "Ooo, pancakes, my favorite!", Sally exclaimed as she sat down. Again, that wasn't strictly true, but she did like them quite a bit, and she wanted her mother to know they were appreciated. Sally noticed an empty plate, save syrup and crumbs, and figured that meant her father had already eaten and left. Even though it was a weekend, he often kept an early schedule. She also thought her seat felt unusually cold, but that was quickly forgotten, pancakes were more important! She eagerly helped herself to half a dozen and was reaching for the syrup when her mother turned around.
"Dressed already? I thought I heard you running a bath." Her mother said.
This question finally made Sally look at herself. To her horror, she was looking down at her private place, completely bare. It took her a moment, but she realized what had happened, although she wasn't sure exactly how. She was wearing the wrong shirt. Her first inclination was to scream and run back to her room, but she realized that from where her mother stood, she couldn't actually see anything but her pink top. She was safe for the moment and resolved to stay put.
"Uh, yeah, I was..." she stammered, not sure what else to say.
Ava thought he daughter was acting oddly, but couldn't guess what was wrong, so she just sat down and began filling her own plate. Sally silently went ahead and poured syrup on her pancakes. Her mind was going a mile a minute, searching for a way out of this, but her options were very limited. Her situation was precarious, but getting up meant immediate exposure. It seemed her best bet was to eat slowly and let her mother finish first. Maybe she'd go outside or back upstairs. It might have worked, but her luck didn't hold up. It was then that her brother, Devin, made his way downstairs. Now she was essentially surrounded. Her seated position still offered the best hope of concealment, but she knew she was in trouble.
Devin, too, was initially more interested in pancakes than anything else, but the chairs had a gap between the seat and back, and as he walked to the table, he simply couldn't not notice part of Sally's bare ass showing through that gap. Though not exactly revealed to his gaze, there was no mistaking that she wasn't fully dressed, even by her usual lax standards. Why wasn't she wearing her typical "nightgown" (actually an old shirt of his own) or else dressed for the day? He couldn't resist asking.
"uhh, Sally, what are you wearing? It doesn't cover much."
How does she respond?