A loincloth.

Emily couldn't believe her eyes when she saw with her mom expected her to wear. It was a string with a stripe of fabric on the middle of it, a loincloth! Not even the ones with a long bit of fabric going between the legs and folding over a belt. This one was just a short piece of white fabric hanging from a white string. The piece of fabric was too short to be stuck under the string at the back and was supposed to hang freely on the front.

"Come on Emily, put it quickly. Your dad and brother are waiting for us. I chose this especially because you won't grow out of these, this is the last underwear you'll ever need. " said her mother.

Emily wanted to protest but preferred at least to put it on first, as little as this stupid thing would cover it was better than to stay naked.

And little it covered indeed! With only the string in contact with her body she felt like she wasn't wearing anything and she wasn't far from the truth. Her whole back was on display and on the front the cover was barely enough to hide her pussy if she stood straight and remained motionless. It goes without saying that any movement would make her flash her pussy.

Absent from the clothesline was any kind of bra or top.

"Mom, you said you bought underwear but there is no bra? Also this thing is ridiculous, it doesn't hide anything. " Emily told her mother.

" Emily please don't talk like that about your legacy. " said her mom, Emily looked at her very strangely, not understanding what she was talking about. " I did some research on genealogy and discovered that you are 1/64th Sioux, this is a custom that young people that are Native American wear loincloth, the website told nothing about bras. Now hurry up we can't wait any longer."

Her mom grabbed her hand and dragged her around the house towards the car rather than back inside.

"Mom, wait! My bag with my swimsuit and towels is in my room and I'm not dressed. Besides shouldn't Kevin wear something like that too? " asked Emily torn between her need to get dressed and her desire to see her brother share her embarrassment for once.

" Don't worry, the water park has very progressive policies they won't stop you from wearing your traditional costume, I called to check in advance. As for your brother, remember when he went hunting with grandad last month, it is a rite of passage he is now judged adult according to tribal law so he can wear what he wants. " her mom replied with implacable if delirious logic.

Emily didn't find anything more to say, she was already locked out in what amount to a handkerchief on a string and didn't want to remain alone outside all day while her family would be gone. She stopped struggling and let herself be dragged to the car in which she entered quickly before being seen by the neighborhood.