One Down and Two to Go

Megan used the distraction of April’s humiliation to pounce on her unsuspecting sister next. Turning to Eva, she pointed at her: “You’re next.” Eva’s stomach churned. She realized that she had gone too far. “Aahhh! Get away from me!”

Megan tried to get her hands on Eva as she turned away.

RRIIIPPP! “EEKKK!!”

But all she managed to grab was the shoulder of her long sleeved, dark blue chiffon blouse, popping a few buttons at the neck and tearing it open halfway down the front and along the back from the collar, ripping the sleeve down the arm to the elbow, partially exposing the back of her bra along with one strap and cup. “My blouse!” she screamed.

“Polka-dots!!??” Megan gawked. She looked in disbelief at her supposedly “sexy” sister. She was wearing a black, delicately lace trimmed half cup bra with big ‘ol white polka-dots!! “Wonder if the panties match? Well, only one way to find out.” she thought.

“Mom!!!” “Tell her to stop!” “Leave me alone, Megan!” as she sought out the only protection nearby and started to climb the parked scissors lift.

Megan was right behind her. Grabbing, reaching, lunging at Eva as she sought the safety of the lift platform a few feet overhead.

“Get down from there, you two!! You’re embarrassing me in front of all of these people!!” Yelled their mother.

The throng of people was indeed gathering again around Michelle and her two daughters, filling up the open second floor commons area. Cheering them on.

Eva tried to continue her climb. But her block heel buckle sandals and tight slacks were not helping as she lost her footing and sagged down a bit but managed to hang on.

However, one foot slipped down and the heel caught Megan’s halter top, pushing it to down to her waist giving the crowd another glimpse of her mini boobs and roll of belly flab. The **** of the errant foot pushed Megan back to the ground, sandal in hand. But, as she hit the carpet bum first, with booblets bouncing, she felt the seam of her short pants tear open from front to rear. As she was still wearing the torn panties from the earlier catfight with April, she was essentially naked under the clothing and now she was giving the audience another good look her itty-bitty titties and a whole lot more downstairs.

“Damn.” She uttered to herself.

She threw the offending sandal to the floor and yanked the halter top back up to continue the pursuit, trying to keep one hand over her ass and climb at the same time. No good. Torn shorts be damned. Up she went again. Her plump posterior rippling through the torn garment with every move.

“Stop this! Get down here right now! The both of you” screeched Michelle.

Given a moment of reprieve, Eva tried to gain some ground on her sister but her one remaining sandal and uber tight slacks were slowing her down, giving Megan a chance to catch up.

“Almost there.” she murmured to herself. “One more final effort and I’m home free. That tub o’ lard won’t be able to reach me.” She grunted as she tried to throw one leg up onto the lift platform. “Uuuhhh!” RIIIPP!! “Uh oh.” Yep, the panties do match the bra. Including a delicate lace trim around the waist and legs.

Down below, the crowd burst out laughing at the sight “Miss sophisticated” in her business casual clothes with her white polka-dot girlie panties poking out of the torn seat of her expensive designer slacks. Eva hesitated for a moment before her next attempt. It was a moment TOO long.