Panties

Your eyes are caught by something pink and lacy that had seemingly gotten kicked under the towel rack and half-hidden by the large towel hung there.

You bend down and pick it up gingerly. It’s a pair of panties, thin and wispy and … sexy, your brain thinks. You open it up to properly see. The pink material is just wide enough to cover the very center of someone’s pussy and inner-cheeks of the butt and the rest is lace. You raise it to your face and take a sniff. You nearly swoon at the scent of eau de pussy - nice and mature and not at all unappetizing. You catch yourself thinking about smelling it fresh from the source - face to face, so to speak. You notice your other hand has drifted towards your groin and catch yourself.

You suddenly realize that the door still isn’t locked, you’ve already flushed the toilet and haven’t turned on the water in the sink yet so if this continues longer, Tammy will certainly suspect - if she doesn’t already! - that you are doing what you are, in fact, doing. You hurriedly drop the panties back on the floor and tuck them back under the towel where they were. You industriously wash your hands and dry your hands.

You then open the door and are rather unsurprised to see Tammy hovering there, still in her robe.

You decide on an preemptive strike. “Er, I think I saw something of yours under the towel rack when I was drying my hands. If that’s what you forgot, that’s where it is.” You smile blandly at her mortified expression and walk back to the living room where Molly is snickering anew, having clearly heard you since you made no effort whatsoever to lower your voice.

You know you’re counting on I Think I Did Okay! But, really, you do need to test these attributes somehow, don’t you?

“If Mom forgot what I think she forgot, she’s going to kill you. You know that, right?” The threatening sound of Molly’s words would have sounded a lot more ominous if she wasn’t grinning the whole time and then giggling afterwards.

“Ah, whatever,” you say. “It’s not like I never saw ‘unmentionables’ before,” you finish, including the air quotes.

She just laughs but blushes at the same time and runs past you. You turn and look and see her joining Tammy in the bathroom and then you hear giggling coming from there.

You grin and shake your head and go back to the couch where your computer is waiting. You sit down and look at the computer. Should I? Nah.

You look around for a second and you see what you wanted - the TV remote. You pick it up and click the TV on, deciding that you’re a little weirded out by TAM at the moment and need to do something else - something mindless.

When the TV picture appears, it’s the currently popular sitcom. Ah, perfect, you think. You’ve watched it enough to know that it’s a show with generally a bland plot and its only appeal is the gorgeous cast. Well - gorgeous women anyway. The men would be more properly called handsome.

You grin as you think of a line from The Red Green Show and wonder if these guys are handy at all. You zone out as you watch the show so when Molly plops down on the couch next to you, you are slightly startled.

You turn to look at her and she grins at you. “I see you’re watching the T and A special.”

You chuckle, slightly surprised. “I haven’t heard it called that before, but I suppose that fits.”

And it does because right at the moment the designated Slutty Girl(TM) has just taken her bikini top off and is trying to entice the Good Guy(TM) to join her in the pool and cheat on his girlfriend. So far he’s resisting which you can entirely understand because not only is their storyline all about how she keeps trying to get him in bed and he keeps refusing, but also his girlfriend is, in your opinion, much hotter than the girl on the screen at the moment. You’re fairly sure that at some point the writers will either have her “reform” and stop trying, or have him give in. But the storyline hasn’t been established for either incident to happen yet so you feel you can safely ignore the attempted seduction.

Not that you’re all that interested in the tits on display. Not at all.

You deliberately keep your attention on Molly and say, “So did Tammy find whatever it was she forgot?”

Molly bursts out in laughter at that. “Please, Uncle Jacob. Don’t try to convince me you don’t know exactly what it was.”

You grin. “I can neither confirm nor deny that I saw something pink and lacy.”

Molly shrieks with glee at that. “I knew it!” As she laughs, she leans over against you and you just grin and wrap your arm around her shoulders.

You lean down and kiss her on the top of her head and whisper, “Shh. Let’s not embarrass your mom with the thought that her brother saw her sexy unmentionables.”

All Molly can do is giggle and nod.

And the entire time, your phone and watch have been buzzing and you just know that if you check TAM there will be very interesting results. But for the moment you’re happy to cuddle with your cute niece. Plenty of time later to look at the data and analyze it.