A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Job/Drape

Sally hastily draped her shirt over the handlebar of the mower, jealous of the belt loop method her brother had employed, then happily continued shuffling about the yard, a new rosiness on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. But the loud rumbling motor easily jostled her uneven garment from the bar after just one pass. It was as Sally turned away to lug the mower back across the yard behind her that the jostling vibrations sent the green top falling to the ground, just skirting past the back edge of the grass bag behind the mower to the lawn below.

Without the slightest clue, Sally pulled the mower backward onto her shirt and promptly tore her thin green top to pieces. The shreds were quickly bagged as she trudged along with her arms behind her, dragging the heavy mower back to the other fence. And she similarly failed to notice that her shirt was missing from the handlebar when she turned back around to push. She was so focused on her task and already quite familiar with the bare metal bar before her that the absence of her shirt didn't even register.

A couple minutes later, Devin returned to check up on his sister. She had made less progress than he expected, but he didn't expect her to be topless either. He watched her for a moment, studying her form, assuring himself that he just wanted to check her technique, then made her stop, having seen enough.

"You're doing it wrong," noted Devin after dropping the throttle for her. That claim got Sally's back up right away.

"What are you talking about? I'm doing good! Doesn't this look good?"

Devin shakes his head, not wanting to argue. "It's just wrong. Let's leave it at that. I'll finish mowing for you. You go... look for weeds in the flower bed out front."

Feeling slighted, Sally tries to grab her shirt and storm off but doesn't immediately recall what she did with it. It's not on the handlebar, so she must not have put it there after all. But she doesn't spot it anywhere on the grass or on the patio either. Maybe Devin swiped it, but she didn't want to start accusing him. She also didn't want to make a big deal about the fact that she had removed it and she could hardly point fingers when she wasn't sure where she had discarded it.

"Are you lost?" asked Devin, Sally clearly confused about something. She promptly adopted a scowl as her response and stomped off sans shirt, unaware of her garment's recent demise, any stray green threads that might have made their way into the grass being all but impossible to spot.

Sally walked around front and glared at the flower bed. It felt like the sun was beating even stronger out here so she was somewhat glad that she could feel the scant breeze on her uncovered back. There were plenty of weeds, some of them quite tall, so Sally meandered to the wheelbarrow and retrieved a pair of gloves to help protect her hands.

Planting her butt on the paved walkway running alongside the dirt, her legs pointing down the length of the walk, Sally leaned to one side to reach into the garden to pull weeds from some stubbornly dry soil. She didn't particularly feel like squatting, and would have opted for laying down if that was possible, but she made herself as comfortable as she could. Sally wiggled and slid on her butt while seated, occasionally spinning on her bum to help turn her around, walking her feet about in a circle to be able to lean in the opposite direction for a change. Leaning sideways quickly wore out one side of her body creating the need for her to switch.

However, her sharp leaning and twisting and spinning wore out her pants even moreso than her sides. The friction from spinning around on the rough pavement caused the tenuous seam through the middle of her shorts to tear right through her butt and crotch. The tight fabric eagerly pulled away from the long split through her underside to make them much less restrictive. Sally thought her pants felt less tight all of a sudden, but didn't even consider what that might mean, too preoccupied with a dangerous looking thistle.

Devin again returned to check up on his sister who stood at his arrival, happy for a break. He spied the split in the back of her pants as she rose, the striped white and pink fabric of her panties shining very brightly through the wide crack of her yellow bottoms, and was nearly as obvious in the front as well. But he held his tongue. Devin shook his head at his hapless sister but was once again distracted by the poor quality of her work.

"Why are you pulling weeds dry?" he asked.

Sally furrowed her brow and planted her hands on her hips, ready for an argument. "What do you mean?"

"You've helped mom weed our garden before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, of course."

"You never wondered why she waters first?" Sally rolls that fact around in her head, connecting the dots ahead of her brother's explanation. "Weeds are way easier to pull when the soil is wet. Go find the hose and soak that soil first."

Sally sighed, willing to admit that her brother might be right about something. "Okay. Fine."

After finding and pulling the old lady's hose around to the front of the house, Sally stood with her back to the street while she sprayed along the flower bed. She figured she'd best get the soil good and soaked as her brother suggested. But as she stood there creating puddles in the bed, a couple of older boys rode by on their bikes.

"Nice pants!" one of them called.

Sally turned to look then crossed one arm in front of her as she remembered she was topless. She automatically called out, "Thanks," feeling very self-conscious. The boys just snickered, hardly even slowing as they passed. It wasn't until they were out of sight that she realized ‘'how they had said what they did and looked down curiously.

Sally gasped when she noticed the huge tear running halfway up the front of her shorts. She could see the horizontal stripes of her white and pink cotton panties plain as day when she parted her legs. Twisting her body to one side, she stuck out her butt and could see that the tear continued most of the way up to her waist, the doubled over material that comprised the waistband perhaps the only thing that kept it from tearing clean through.

For a brief moment, Sally took some comfort in the fact that the mean boys didn't tease her about being topless. But how much worse must her pants look for them to completely ignore her naked upper body? That notion made her seriously consider her dwindling clothing options.

• Sally takes off her embarrassing shortsRequest --SumireIzumi (talk) 12:46, 8 September 2021 (UTC)
• Sally keeps working despite her mishap