A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Bath/Mother/Bluff/DoIt/Dad/Stubborn/Long/Comfy
It occurred to Sally that she needed a practical reason to justify herself. Something that made some sort of sense. She didn't want to come off as a weirdo after all. But it would help if her reason was something she could defend with a clear conscience. Rolling a few arguments around in her head as she rolled the hem of her t-shirt between her fingers, Sally used up the rest of her time thinking of what she could say.
Descending the stairs precisely on time, she held back her nerves and kept her chin high as she entered the living room. Ava pursed her lips and Ryan smirked as their daughter presented herself before them while they sat on the couch. She was wearing the same top from breakfast, her bald pussy lips more than apparent below a front hem that came to the middle of her hip, not that she had any hips to speak of.
"Alrighty then!" Ryan nodded, accepting Sally's decision with one glance of his girl's gash. Ava didn't share her husband's amusement.
"So? What is it sweetie?" asked Ava, wanting to hear out her little girl.
"What is what?" asked Sally.
"Why are you still dressed like that?"
Sally shrugged her shoulders, trying to pretend it wasn't a big deal. "It's just kinda comfy."
"Is it though?" challenged Ava with a skeptical squint.
"Y-yeah..." started Sally, already forced to lean on some of her prepared material. "Because... 'cuz when I'm sleeping, and I roll a lot, my long shirts and my nighties would twist my panties. And so I stopped wearing panties 'cuz I didn't wanna get them twisted, but then my shirt would still get twisted too 'cuz I was still rolling, and then I thought that if I wore something shorter that it wouldn't twist so much and... yeah."
"But why wouldn't you put something on after you get up?"
"I... I just don't wanna get dressed as soon as I get up. It's more comfy to wear my PJs."
Although it was a solid argument for a 10-year-old, Ava couldn't help but push back on her bottomless tween. "But you're hardly 'wearing' PJs. Is it really so comfortable to not wear any pants?" This made Sally squirm, though Ryan couldn't help but counter.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" he asked while gesturing to his shorts.
"That's not... You know what I mean. You're not going to not wear bottoms just because. But, okay, I'll admit it feels good to take off your pants sometimes. Like... tight jeans. It's nice to get out of tight jeans. Or when it gets hot out."
Ryan adjusted the front of his shorts for effect. "Or when the boys get sweaty!"
"Or itchy," added Sally, something already on the list in her head.
"Or if you wanna stretch," added Ryan, kicking one foot out.
"Hrmm!" warned Ava, pointing at Ryan. "You're not helping. What I was trying to say is that's very different from not putting them on in the first place."
Sally thought about this, really considered it, but it didn't make sense to her. "Well... no it's not. It's comfy either way."
"It most certainly isn't." Ava was trying to not get her back up, but she was having a tough go of it.
"We know you're not entirely comfortable," noted Ryan, garnering an immediate glare from his wife. "That's pretty clear. But I gotta say, she's winning me over."
"Ryan, honestly. You're going to support this? She's not even wearing underwear. You can see her... everything!"
"Daddy already said I could," Sally reminded again. But then she went a step further. "And you do it sometimes too."
"I what?! Beg your pardon! I do not!"
"But you do. You're not always wearing a bra."
Ava was a bit flustered at this, even after realizing Sally was talking about underwear more generally. There were certainly some days where Ava was more relaxed about her appearance or focused on her comfort, usually on the weekends but especially during the summer. And then came a mortifying thought. There had been the odd time after bumping uglies with her husband that she would relax in one of Ryan's sweatshirts; only a sweatshirt. Had Ava put this idea in her daughter's head? Had Sally ever seen her like that? It was usually later at night, but she had come down to watch TV like that on occasion. Could it have been after one of their afternoon romps? They had a sporadic sex schedule to be sure...
She couldn't believe she was questioning herself. This was ridiculous. It's not like she made a habit of exposing herself and she usually did wear her undergarments, and couldn't believe it was so noticeable when she didn't. Sally's accusation had really got to her, the pause as she considered all this proving it. "Why... why are you tracking whether I choose to wear a bra or not?"
"I don't. But I know daddy notices. He's said it to you before."
"Heheh... Guilty. I am quite observant," admitted Ryan.
"And then he'll hug you and lift your boobs," added Sally.
He smirked a little wider while Ava silently scolded him for getting so handsy in front of the kids. He couldn't say he was all that sorry. He did love his wife's tits.
Ryan rubbed his wife's leg affectionately before he spoke. "Honey, I know what you're thinking, and let me assure you... I am entirely comfortable with you not wearing any underwear."
"Ryan!" said Ava, slapping his hand, but she couldn't keep from smiling either. "Stop! I always wear panties!"
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Yeah, it's super comfy," repeated Sally, her father's flirtatiousness eluding her. She lifted the hem of her shirt and twisted it left and right, pretending it was twirling like a dress. She was almost trying to convince herself more than her mom.
"I like my panties, thank you! If you think I want to flash my coochie all day, you are mistaken, buster!"
Feeling that comment was directed at her, Sally quickly dropped her hem and pressed down the front of her shirt. "I- I'm not flashing..."
Ava had only tried to banter with her husband. She didn't mean to make her daughter feel bad. But seeing Sally's brightness wilt in front of her made Ava check herself.
"Oh, sweetie... sit down."
Sally shuffled forward, her parents making room for her between them. "What?" Sally asked once she was seated.
"That wasn't very nice of me. I'm sorry."
Sally smiled, but felt more nervous than ever. They hadn't made a lot of room for her and she sank lower into the couch than them when sitting between her parents. The side of her bum grazed her mom's side when she sat, raising and flipping up one side of her shirt's hem. That was slightly unnerving onto itself, feeling her shirt come up on its own, since it didn't cover much already. That was made worse when her mom started rubbing the top of her bare thigh, Sally realizing there was nothing that could keep mom from accidentally bumping against her privates if her mom's hand went up too far. But she was forced to sit there like none of that bothered her, trying to feign confidence, or perhaps just indifference, to having nothing to cover her bottom half.
"Since I know how much you want it, and I do want you to feel comfortable at home... I'll just to work on being less uncomfortable. Okay?"
"Oh. Okay. So... you're saying I can come to breakfast like this?"
"Yes, if you just want to feel comfortable, then it's okay, if that's really what you want."
"Yeah. I guess I... want that..." Sally nodded meekly.
Despite just trying to save face on this whole thing, Sally had painted herself into a corner. Part of her had totally expected mom would overrule dad and put this whole business to bed. Then Sally wouldn't have to admit to being so forgetful and ridiculous. But now her mom expected her to dress like this? To trounce around every morning showing off her cunny? What had she done to herself?
"Good! All settled. Let's see what's on this thing," Ryan said, hitting a button on the TV remote.
Naked from the waist down, Sally sat with her parents while they all watched something about cheerleading. Her mom was very interested but she was surprised her dad would want to watch a bunch of fit teenage girls getting thrown around.
Sally had a hard time paying attention, stuck thinking about how she'd have to keep this shirt-only ruse going for a while now, at least long enough to prove her sincerity. But the longer she sat there chatting with her parents about the show, the less she thought about it. By the time the show was over it had already left her mind. She was very much back to her regular self, albeit an indecent version.