Now I had to wear those panties. What if Dad found out?
I knew he probably wouldn’t, since my skirts were all long. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something weird happened? What if John thought it would be funny to yank down my skirt? He hadn’t done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.
My cheeks burned just thinking about those embarrassing, gold letters being seen blazing across my rear.
Why did I buy them? I still didn’t understand it. It made zero sense to me. They were so naughty. I liked plain, sensible panties. Not the type that you wore so boys could see them.
I reached the second floor and took a few steps to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a lock on it. I wanted to just hide in here, but I couldn’t do that.
I couldn’t stay in here all day.
Eventually, I’d have to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panties that were clean Then I could take the Batty panties off as soon as possible.
That was what I had to do.
I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the front of my plain, white panties. I dropped my skirt in my clothes hamper and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so dirty. I balled up the panties, found a clean patch, and wiped at my brown bush. I got the last of the juice out of my hair then threw my panties into the hamper.
I groaned when I spotted the orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender form. My hair flew about my face, leaving it a tousled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.
“Darn that John,” I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty clothes as hard as I could.
I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my vision. There was a single stain on my bra. An orange blemish on the white fabric. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.
I hated being naked.
My brothers could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my little breasts quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the pile of socks and bras shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.
My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the side. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T’s and a hint of the Y.
I felt a strange tingle as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my little nipples hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burning bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.
I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering letters to my eyes. Bratty. I was the exact opposite. Why did I buy these?
Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right foot through the leg hole. Another surge of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet heat forming deep in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me?
The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.
I thrust my left foot through the other hole and yanked the panties so fast up my legs my breasts bounced. I wiggled my hips, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The elastic band snapped around my waist. I could feel the naughty letters blazing across my rump.
Bratty.
As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my breasts jiggling. They were cute, little titties. Perfect cones topped by pink nipples. Both were hard and delicious.
I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard Daddy reach the top of the stairs. He was about to walk by my door.
I turned to face it and said in a cheerful voice, “Hi, Daddy!”
He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the floor creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his head in. “Did you need anyt…”
His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful titties. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.
I let him stare for one wonderful second. Then I gasped, “Daddy!” Squealing, I “covered” my breasts, my hands not hiding my nipples at all. “Get out of here! I’m naked! Why didn’t you knock?”
He jerked his head back, slamming my door shut so hard the entire house trembled. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, Anna.”
“Why would you do that?” I gasped. “I’m eighteen! You can’t just barge in on me.”
It was so hard not to giggle. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard daddy shifting on his feet outside my door.
“You said hi,” he groaned. “I thought—”
“Yes, hi!” I gasped in fake outrage, my fingers tugging hard on my nipples. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy. “Not come on in!”
“I’m sorry,” he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to burst into laughter. It was so much fun to tease Dad. It made my pussy nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.
Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the perfect thing to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so… girly. Childish. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had clothes that weren’t so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a frock.
I wanted to gag.
How could I wear any of these? What was wrong with me?
I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more tops to the floor. Through the thin wall, I heard the springs of John’s bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five sisters. I squirmed, naughty ideas making my pussy wetter and wetter.
Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.
I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my body and hug my firm, little titties. I bet it would show a good inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.
It. Was. Tight.
I had to wiggle to pull it over me, feeling the material stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my little buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the flood of my excitement.
I wiggled my rump, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letters on my panties flashing in my stand mirror.
Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my little breasts. My nipples poked hard against the fabric. It was so short, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.