Author's note:
This is a follow-up to the previous chapter of Unintentional Lolita; you may want to read it first... this will make a lot more sense if you do.
Pam stood at her dresser looking at the clothes she was putting away.
She chewed at her lip as she looked at the thin, skintight green shorts that she wore for volleyball, picked them up, and held them in front of her, covering the heather grey gym shorts she was wearing as much as she could.
They were scant, weren't they? Just a tad more cloth than the bottom half of a two-piece swimsuit, and snug enough to be much more revealing. She looked up into the mirror. She was all but ready for bed, and with her bra off, her nipples were clearly outlined against her T-shirt.
Interesting, wasn't it, that Kelly's mother and her own felt the same way about the shorts? Maybe not so much; most of the mothers thought the same thing. And that was what made it so hard to deal with; they were all eighteen; old enough to vote; old enough, push come to shove, to be out on their own; yet all still living at home where they had to listen to their parents harp at them. That was usually their mothers preaching about how they were dressing like sluts; why didn't they just put on a t-shirt that read "Wanna fuck?"
She and her mother had argued about the shorts a number of times. Pam didn't know why her mom was making such a big deal; it wasn't like she'd chosen the shorts for their uniforms.
Her mother just didn't get it, though. You couldn't wear anything under them without it being seen, and there was nothing so embarrassing as everyone being able to tell exactly what you were wearing for underwear.
And Kelly. Pam sighed. Kelly had come to her with common interest, observation and a dirty little suggestion. Pam sighed again; her friend was probably at home lying in bed thinking almost the same thoughts she was. And she'd snapped at Kelly for it.
But Kelly was right; Teddy was cute, even if he was Pam's twin brother. He was pretty athletic, really; the geeky awkwardness about him was an act. Well, maybe not an act; the truth, Pam suspected, was that he was too distracted staring at the girl's asses, or on occasion, their bouncing boobs.
That was the only one reason why he watched the girls play volleyball, and it was the same reason, too, that he played volleyball on occasion; to watch her and the other girls.
Pam knew he spied on her when he had the chance, and she'd spied on him a couple of times, too. She hadn't really seen much, but she was pretty sure he had bigger cock than the boy she'd been dating up until a couple of weeks ago. And she was sure Teddy jerked off thinking about her, too, but she couldn't let Kelly know it turned her on, could she? No, that would be just a little too weird.
Pam giggled. Would Kelly let Teddy watch her? She looked into the mirror and slowly shook her head. Why did she get a twist in her stomach to think about him looking at Kelly the way he looked at her? Why was she getting wet thinking about any of this?
'Wear something under those shorts... something... anything...' That's what her mother had said.
Would a thong really make a difference beneath her shorts?
She didn't really think so, but you could never really tell for sure what something looked like if you didn't have the right angle; that's why it was so important for someone else to look at you when you tried something on.
Pam sighed as she looked at the clock. It was late; she should really be in bed, considering she had to practice in the morning. Her mom and dad had been in bed for more than an hour.
She laid down the shorts and picked up the thong, holding it up in front of her and she felt her heart race. She might as well not even bother with it, no more than it covered, especially as snug as the shorts were anyway.
She looked into the mirror and took a deep breath. Kelly had been right about one other thing, too. At least, sort of. Pam didn't know if she was really prepared to watch Teddy masturbate, but she thought it would be fun to watch him become uncomfortably aroused.
She dropped the thong onto her bed and reached for her bedroom door.
You couldn't call it cock-teasing if it was your brother, could you? But maybe she needed to tempt him a little to whet his appetite.
She shimmied out of her shorts and grabbed up a pair of panties. She looked in the mirror and smiled; they were sheer; he'd be able to see right through them.
That oughta work.
She stepped out into the hallway, grabbed his doorknob and began to twist. Oh, gawd, she thought as she began to push in on his door. What if he's...?
Teddy looked up with shock on his face as his sister leaned into his room.
"Geeze, Pam... knocking... ever heard of it?"
She smiled and nodded as she slid into his room and leaned against the wall. "Yeah. I heard about it the same day they said you're not supposed to stare through cracked doors at your sister when she's getting dressed." She tugged at her T-shirt, pulling it up so he could get a look at her.
That shut him up, and she chewed at her lip as he turned red and fidgeted in his bed. He dropped the game controller for his Xbox onto his desk and slid off his bed.
"What do you want?" he asked as he walked over to her.
Her eyes dropped down to his boxers. Yup, that's all he was wearing. She could just make out his cock beneath the not-all-that snug cloth.
"I need an opinion."
"On what?"
She shook her head and grabbed at his hand. "Not here; I need to show you."
Teddy followed her, his feet staggering to keep from stepping on her heels as he followed her into her room.
Pam smiled as she did her best to sling him into the room and close the door behind him. She'd make him hard just talking about it; that would be fun.
"Mom is really on my case," she said as she pushed him onto the bed.
"About what?" He sat down hard, bouncing on the mattress and scooted back, leaning against the wall and making himself comfortable.
"About the shorts we wear to play volleyball."
He looked up at her like she'd caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What about them?"
She bit at her lip to keep from smiling as she looked down and watched him lay a hand over his crotch. This was going to be easy. Too easy.
Pam rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "Don't tell me you haven't been listening to her rant about how tight they are."
Teddy nodded. He'd heard it all on more than one occasion.
"About how I need to wear something under them."
He tilted his head as he looked at her. "Wear something under them?"
Pam nodded and leaned toward him, planting a knee between his legs as she looked down at his crotch. He was starting to get hard.
"She says they're so thin they might as well be spray painted on; that I might as well be playing naked." That last part was made-up; it was true, but her mother hadn't said it; one of the other girls had. "I don't want to wear anything under them because you'll be able to see whatever it is I'm wearing."
Teddy swallowed hard. This wasn't fair. His sister was talking about how tight her shorts were; tight wasn't the word; they were like a second skin. Screw that; they might as well be her skin when she was wearing them.
