Back downstairs in just a sweater

After nearly five minutes of agonizing, Lauren knew she had to leave the bathroom. She sighed reluctantly and checked in the mirror. At least, since the sweater was so baggy no one would see that she was lacking her padded bra and Spanx, though she could feel her bare breasts rub on the rough knit fabric, the draft coming up to her nethers as her butt and belly wriggled. The sweater covered everything... barely. She tugged down on it, cringing as she walked out the door.

With nowhere else to go, the extremely **** girl headed downstairs. As she entered the living room where all the guys were watching football, she prayed to not catch any attention. Unfortunately, her eagle eyed cousin Brian noticed her immediately.

"Lauren! What are you wearing?!" He asked loudly.

Everyone turned to look. Lauren blushed, tugging down on the sweater and squirming under the male's gazes.

"Woah! Quite the sweater!" Her Uncle Ray said.

"Yeah, but it looks like you forgot you pants!" Uncle Pete pointed out.

Lauren didnt' say anything. She was normally extremely sharp tongued, priding herself on her wit, but naked in front of her family except a sweater, she found herself too nervous to reply...