Native american costume

Brandon stood there in his costume for the evening, he was a native american and it certainly wasnt his idea to wear it. The outfit consisted of a feathered headdress and a small leather loincloth and a small tomahawk he was holding in both hands. Under his loincloth was a pair of small blue underpants that stood out vividly amongst the brown leather of his loincloth. He was thankful they had been kept on but was still very embarrassed about his costume and that people would be arriving shortly. After afew moments his step mother walked in. Amanda was carrying a small tin of facepaint.

"Come on.. Time for the finishing touch." She walked up to her step son and towered over him, leaning down alittle and dabbing two fingers into the red facepaint, making two streaks accross Brandons cheeks. stepping back alittle to admire her work. Brandon blushed, keeping his hands close to himself, feeling very insecure.

"Do i gotta wear this?" He asked with his head hanging down.

"Ofcourse, we paid good money for this costume and we think you look very cute.. Dont we?" She said, turning her head as her daughter Tammy walked into the room.

"Oh yes.. He looks adorable." Tammy said, snapping a picture of him on her phone. "Except the underwear, they look really silly."

Amanda looked at them for a moment. "You are right hun, they do." And without another word she knelt down and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down to his ankles, the swift action and Brandons rigid reaction caused the loincloth to shift out of place and his little hairless boyhood to wobble into view. Completely unaware of his new exposed state he merely sighed.

"Can i keep those atleast?" He pleaded. "What if... My thing comes out?"

"Too late for that squirt." Said Amanda with a giggle, Brandon looked down and saw to his horror his little semi erect penis merely inches away from his step mother face. He looked up to Tammy and again to his dismay she still had her phone in hand and was snapping away giggling. Amanda grabbed the loincloth and put it back into place over his tiny penis adding a little pat before she stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Then the door knocked.

"First guests! Go greet them Mr. Native american chief!" She said, finally putting her phone away. Brandon just sighed and numbly walked to the door...