A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Job/Drape/Drop/Chaps
Sally is not sure she can face her brother like this, so she had to pick something in front of her. Between the brown-soiled panties and her split shorts, she decided she would rather risk flashing her butt than let anyone think that she pooped herself.
One thing Sally did with the wet rag that was formerly her panties was wipe down the spackled bits of dirt from her thighs. She then set them aside along with her gloves. After she was certain she wouldn't make her pants dirty, she slipped the disappointing yellow article on as carefully as she could, still worried about it ripping any further. Once they were back on she looked over her shoulder with a twist of her hips to check out her bum. Wanting to test the tear, she gently pried the crack apart with her hands to find out how bad it was, and fully pried her butt crack open in the process.
"Are you here with Devin?"
"Gah!"
Sally leapt to the side, surprised by whoever snuck up on her.
"Oh my! Didn't mean to startle you, dear!"
When she looked up she noticed the old lady who lived there was out on the front step. Had Sally just been caught spreading her asshole? She quickly composed herself and turned to the elderly woman, holding both her hands clasped together in front of her crotch, just in case. She had yet to inspect the front of her shorts after all to see if they were at all passable.
"It's okay! I'm okay! Honest!" assured Sally, trying to proactively counter anything this lady might have seen.
Devin came around to the front of the house at that moment, pushing the mower in one hand with a filled garbage bag in the other, presumably of lawn clippings.
"Oh, Devin! Good! I was just speaking with your friend, eh... I'm sorry, what was your name?"
"S-Sally," she forced out, smiling awkwardly. As Devin rounded his way onto the front lawn behind Sally, she felt compelled to move one of her hands behind her to try to hide her huge rear split from him. The last thing she needed was for him to say anything that would draw this old lady's attention. Thankfully her brother parked the mower, dropped the bag, and promptly moved to Sally's side.
"Yeah, this is my little sister. She's helping out today. Where she can," he added, a dig about the job he just finished for her. He then looked over and spotted the true mess that the flower bed was now in, pulled weeds littering the walkway and mud flung all about. He bumped his arm against his sister's side to silently voice his disapproval. Sally nearly made a face at him in response before she caught herself and turned back to the nice old lady and beamed a bright smile.
"Well isn't that splendid, a young girl helping her brother. How lovely! My name is Eunice, dear. Nice to meet you."
The old lady extended her hand to formally greet Sally, but Sally didn't want to remove either of her own from her body to shake with Eunice, especially since she'd need to take a couple steps in front of her brother to do so. Instead she pulled the hand off her backside just long enough to hurriedly wave.
"Ah... Well I only came out to ask if you'd like some refreshments," explains Eunice, only slightly put off by Sally's snub. "I have some nice chilled glasses of lemonade waiting inside if you'd like to step in for a moment. You shouldn't spend too long in the sun, you know!"
Devin nodded appreciatively. "Aw, cool, thanks Eunice!" He elbowed his sibling again. "How about we grab a drink before we sort out the mess you made?"
Begrudgingly, Sally agreed. She stubbornly waited for her brother to follow Eunice ahead of her so that she could follow them without being seen.
"Make yourselves comfortable. I'll bring your drinks out in two shakes!"
Devin and Sally took in the gaudy floral curtains, dated furniture, and unavoidable hint of old people smell that greeted them in the front living room. Other than those distinctive characteristics, Eunice kept a nice tidy home, in spite of her clearly ancient age as the old gal shuffled off to the kitchen hunched forward.
Sally took Eunice's offer to heart and hastily jumped into an old armchair that had seen more use as decoration than for sitting. Of course that was more to hide her backside than to find comfort, hoping to eliminate at least half of her worries. To deal with the other half, she placed her hands demurely on the top of her lap, as if aiming to look downright proper, which wasn't entirely possible while sitting topless. But with that she was sure that at least the worst of her was covered.
Devin acted far more normal, shoving his hands in his pockets to wander around the room, eyeing up old photos and knicknacks on shelves.
"Why'd you destroy her flower bed so bad?"
"I didn't!" replied Sally, instantly offended.
"It sure looks like you did."
Sally had to admit to herself that the whole thing had turned into a bit of a disaster, but she couldn't admit that to her brother. "I got the weeds out, didn't I?"
"And most of the topsoil."
Sally lowered her head slightly. "Well... I had a hard time, okay?" That was about as much detail as she was willing to share at that moment.
"Yeah, maybe. But I think I'll have you stick to raking from now on. Hard to screw that up."
Sally glowered at her brother. "Maybe you can stick to ra-" She cut herself short as Eunice returned from the kitchen, not wanting to bicker with her brother in front of an old lady.
"Here you are! With lots of ice to help cool you down!"
Eunice delivered two tall glasses on a large tray. Devin stepped over to take his but Sally didn't want to get up, forcing Eunice to walk the rest of the way to her. Sally smiled as she took her glass with both hands, then pulled it down quickly to cover up her lap again, unsure of just how bad the front of her shorts were, never having had the opportunity to properly inspect herself since slipping them back into it. But she quickly found out.
When Sally pulled her beverage down onto her lap, the bottom edge of the hard cold glass, wet with condensation, made contact with her exposed pelvis and the very top edge of her slit, the skin of her sensitive mound just peeking through the long vertical split in her pants.
"AHH!" she shouted, jerking sharply, already a bundle of nerves before having her pussy assaulted by the cold. Her arms shot upward, pulling the glass away from her sex, and spilling ice and lemonade down her front. As multiple cubes of ice slipped their way down and between her legs, the cold kissing the outside of her pussy again, Sally yelped a second time and shot up out of the chair, making quite a scene. She slapped one hand over her wet crotch while she held the chilly glass out and away from her as it dripped onto the carpet.
"Oh my goodness!" cried Eunice. "I'm so sorry dear! You just wait right there!"
Sally looked about in horror. She couldn't believe she had messed things up yet again! Her brother just sighed and shook his head as Eunice raced as quickly as she could to and from the kitchen. Not only was her body and pants wet, but she had spilled lemonade all over a poor innocent old chair. That was certainly Eunice's take on this, perhaps more concerned with the upholstery than the girl.
"Not to worry dearie, we'll get all this sorted!" Eunice quickly pressed a tea towel down onto the seat of the chair. But after she sopped up the bulk of the liquid there she turned to Sally. "My oh my. Let me help you, dear."
Eunice ran the tea towel over Sally's bare chest and stomach, Sally's humiliation growing by the second as she was attended to like another piece of furniture. Worst yet was when Eunice tried to wipe down Sally's shorts but Sally refused to pull her hand away from her crotch.
"Come on now. We've got to get you cleaned up, dear."
Sally, fearing she was about to be pinned down and helpfully assaulted by this old lady, uncupped her crotch just long enough to snatch the tea towel out of Eunice's hands then smush the towel between her bright yellow thighs. She just held it there, terrified, as Devin and Eunice watched her stand motionless in front of them.
"I never... Suit yourself. But you will have to move, at least a little, if you expect to get yourself cleaned up."
Sally didn't reply to Eunice. She merely swallowed at the huge lump in her throat that refused to go down. She was so close to getting caught she felt paralyzed.
Eunice stepped closer, squinting. Sally took a step back. "Are you feeling alright, dear? You look a little pale."
"No! I mean, yes! I'm fine!" Sally began rubbing the towel up and down between her legs to prove that she was capable of helping herself. "See? I'm... fine."
"Well that's a start," noted Eunice, with a nod. "Don't be shy about it now! That was a lot of lemonade for a small girl like you. Make sure you get it all!"
She nodded, mortified, as she was forced to keep rubbing her bare pussy in front of not only her big brother but a sweet old lady, desperate to not have her indecency revealed. She hardly ever rubbed herself in private, let alone in front of other people, let alone directly against her bald puffy little mound.
Sally quickly found that her young sex was curiously delighted to be receiving such unexpected attention at that moment. It responded with a warm tingly sensation along her vulva that Sally could not shy away from scratching. Her knees came together as she continued to rub, her thighs squeezing her hand, her face reddening as her shame grew to no end. A simple mantra of, "Keep going," chanted in her head, convincing her to do the one thing that she was apparently supposed to be doing.
"Alright, don't overdo it dear. Let's be ladylike about this. That ought to be plenty."
Sally stopped herself, her humiliation very suddenly having found its peak. She bashfully handed the towel back to Eunice, her half empty glass of lemonade still in her other hand. Halfheartedly, she moved her glass lower until she held it in front of her crotch, her last attempt to conceal herself and retain her modesty.
"You don't look quite right, sweetheart. I know just the thing that should help."
Eunice shuffled away again, this time to the front door. Devin spun his head around, looking at anything he could in the room besides Sally, trying to disassociate himself from his weird sister. Sally dreaded what this lady might come back with, partly due to her own kooky grandparents; all sorts of weird old wives tales could rear their head at the strangest of times. But when Eunice returned she only placed something onto Sally's head.
"That should do it! Can't have you getting heat stroke out there! You're nearly gone as it is!"
Eunice had given Sally a straw woven hat to help shield her from the sun. Sally looked up then felt the rim with her hand, at first delighted for the gift. Then she pulled back after reminding herself the state that she had to be in to get it. "Oh! Umm... thanks. Thank you."
"Yeah, thanks Eunice. Sally probably could use a rest."
"Devin, shouldn't we both, umm..." Sally nodded toward the door with a look of concern.
"Naw, I can finish the front, sis. You can stay here and keep Eunice company."
The prospect of spending more time in this house after what she just did was not something that made Sally feel better. Being cooped up indoors also felt like a surefire way for old Eunice to discover her plight, but it might also be the safest way to keep from being discovered by the whole neighborhood.