Joe patiently sat in the food court of the mall, finishing his greasy pizza slice and soda, wondering just how much longer he would have to wait to be able to go home. Christmas time at the mall is always a mad house and he never enjoyed diving into the crowds that pushed and shoved solely to get that last ugly sweater for Aunt so-and-so. He wouldn't have come at all if it hadn't been for the fact that he needed to find something for his niece and his brother had called to invite him along on a gift shopping trip.
The shopping so far had been hectic but not as bad as he had expected. Perhaps that was due in part to the bubbly attitude of his niece Becky and her best friend Susan who had tagged along. Their banter about absolutely anything that came to mind or caught their attention was pretty humorous if you just didn't take anything they said seriously. Suddenly a pair of hands covered his eyes and a high pitched voice said "Guess who!"
"Ummm, Becky?"
The hands came off and Joe saw his niece Becky standing on the other side of the table with her hands over her mouth, holding back laughter. Susan came circled around from behind him to join her and the both broke out in giggles.
"Nope, it was me!" said Susan, proud of the deception.
"Ok, you got me."
Joe took in the sight of the two girls. Both so similar in shape. Petite but with full hips, blossoming chests and long hair. It struck him that they both reminded him a bit of those Bratz dolls that used to be so poplular. Small and shapely. In body style they could have been twins, but otherwise they were very different; Becky had long dark hair, large brown eyes and a light olive complexion. Susan was the post card of a red-head. Freckles, red hair, light blue eyes and that milky white skin that just seemed to glow. The two had been best of friends since forever, and now as seniors were excited about graduation in the spring.
"So did you girls find what you were looking for?"
"If you mean cute guys, not so much, but if you mean presents we want, yes," answered Becky.
"Oh my god, we found the cutest footie pajamas at Victoria's Secret, you should totally buy them for us," Susan offered.
"Well I do have more gifts to buy, but I'm sure..."
"Come on we'll show you," they seemed to say in unison, taking his hands and darting off towards the store.
"Girls, I'm not sure that's where I should be shopping for your gift if, hey! Since when am I getting you a gift Susan?"
"Since you've known me forever and I'm like a niece to you and I want this footie pajama, ha ha."
Joe just gave in and allowed himself to be led a few store fronts down to the shop. He was directed straight to the shelf with the pajamas as the girls each grabbed one and helf it before herself to model it.
"See Uncle Joe?" said Becky. "Isn't it the cutest? Just feel how soft it is."
Becky took his hand and led it to the fabric covering her stomach. It was indeed soft, but he was more distracted by the two mounds pushing the fabric up, just above his hand.
"Uh, yeah, very soft." He pulled his hand back and glanced around the store, seeing if anyone has seen him, and wondering why he felt so guilty.
"And the designs are so funny. Look, bears, skulls, hearts. And they're on sale too!" Susan pointed out the sign, continuing her efforts to win a gift.
"Ok ok, they're on the list. If I buy them, I can't right now in front of you, that would ruin the suprise."
"Ok, we'll go on the other side of the store and browse, and if you buy something, we won't have a clue what it is."
"Well wait I..." It was too late, they had turned and were off to the other side of the store where the underwear and lingerie were.
Crap, he thought to himself, guess I gotta buy the footies. Joe picked up the items and stood in line waiting to pay for them. Why did he feel so guilty touching the fabric on Becky's stomach? Why was he so distracted by her chest? She really only looked like she an A cup, and hadn't noticed before. As he waited, he glanced over to where the girls were looking at some thongs, holding them against themselves and giggling. They looked so cute, perhaps even sexy. Both were dressed in tight jeans, white tanks and black bras with a light hoodie. Not really winter weather clothes, but in Southern California anything goes in the mild weather. Then he noticed that the girls were getting some glances from other men in the store, including the one in front of him. He wondered what they were thinking.
"I see they got to you."
Joe snapped back to reality and noticed that his brother Sam had walked up beside him.
"Uh, yeah, yeah they did."
"Did they pull the whiney voices or puppy dog eyes on you?"
"Something like that." In fact it was nothing like that. He realized they had him eating out of his hand without any tricks.
"Well, at least they didn't drag you in to buy something embarrassing, those look cute. I figured they'd try this since they mentioned how much they liked them while we shopped. You know you don't have to buy them."
"No no, it's ok. It's Christmas. Anyway there's an open cashier so no more waiting. I'll just pay for them and we can go. Are you done?"
"Yeah, back home now. I'll grab the girls."
Joe stepped up to the counter, feeling like he had just gotten away with something, but not sure what. "Will this be all sir?" asked the cashier.
"Yes, thanks."
"Oh aren't these so cute. And look at the old fashioned flaps, how funny. Like there's really any use for those these days."
"I hand't noticed them, but you're right. Very funny."
Joe paid for the footies and turned to be ambushed by a kiss on each cheek from the girls, then they spun and headed out of the store.
"I think you just became a front runner for favorite uncle, he he," said Sam
Joe chuckled and the followed the girls out of the store and to the mall doors. Once at at the doors they all noticed that the clouds they noticed earlier when they had arrived had greatly increased and now they were dumping water.
"Crap, we'll have to make a run for it," cried Susan. And with that they threw up their hoods and dashed into the parking lot. All four of them sprinted to the SUV, splashing in puddles, getting soaked. Once at the car, Sam dug for his keys which caused them to get even more drenched. By the time he fished them out and got the doors open, they were all soaked to the bone.
"Hurry up Daddy, we're freezing!" cried Becky and the two girls huddled and played up the cold factor.
"Ok, we'll be home soon."
Joe looked back to offer his jacket to the girls and both reached out for it. He took it off and turned to hand it back and was struck by what he briefly saw. The white tanks both had on had become sheer and their bras were clearly visible thru them. He turned and continued to picture the image of them both drenched, wet hair clinging around their faces, bras visible through their tanks and, could it be, erect nipples? He tried to get his mind off it, but found he couldn't
At Sam's house Joe was invited inside for some coffee to warm up. They all did the rain dash to the front door and burst into laughter inside.
"Wow, we really didn't plan well for that!" said Susan.
"Come on Susan, let's go change in my room. I have a couple of nice thick robes."
"Wait a minute! You aren't going to get go through the house soaking like that. Go in the laundry room and change. I think your mom washed the robes with the towels and it's all in there."
"Fine, whatever!" They both walked to the laundry room, hugging themselves for warmth.
"Coffee, bro?"
"Hell ya. I need to warm up these bones." Joe and Sam headed for the kitchen.
"Dad!" came a voice from the laundry room.
"What?"
"They aren't in here!"
"Crap, oh yeah." Sam fiddled with the coffee maker. "Joe, they're in the living room. I dumped everything to fold but got caught up in the game. Can you grab the robes and some towels for them?"
"Sure." Joe retrieved the robes and towels and headed toward the laundry room. A thought crossed his mind about what condition he might find the girls in, then chastised himself for it. He turned from the hall in and stepped in to find 2 girls looking like drenched cats. Hugging themselves and shivering.
"Thanks Uncle Joe," said Becky. They took the robes and towels and layed them on the washing machine. Joe was able to take in the sight of the the two before him. They each peeled off their hoodie to reveal their wet slender shapes, bras still visible throught their tanks, and yes, erect nipples. Their bodies shook from the cold and had an almost hypnotic effect on him.
"I better let you change," Joe said, and thought he caught them each with a small grin.
Back in the kitchen Sam had managed to work the coffe maker and it was happily brewing.
"Wow, they are soaked," said Joe.
"I bet. That's what they get for never wearing enough clothes when we go out."
"Doesn't that bother you? I mean, don't you catch guys eyeing them?"
"Yes I do. Mostly older guys too. I talk to them but it does no good. They want to feel good about themselves and dressing sexy and getting looks gives them that."
"Wow. I don't know what I would do if I was in your shoes."
"I can tell you what you'd do, give in and look."
The words sunk in and Joe found himself shocked. Did his brother say that he looked at them the way other guys did in the mall?
"Let's face it Joe, they are coming of age, pretty, and a force beyond our control by now. I swear sometimes I think Susan dresses that way to get me to look."
"That's wild. And?"
"Do I? Hell yeah. Haven't you?
"Well..."
"Are you trying to deny I didn't see you in that line at Victoria's Secret doing a little scoping out yourself?"
"Oh, well, I, shit Sam, what are you trying to get me to say?"
"I'm just saying, that Susan has fueled more than her share of slippery floors in the shower."
"You've jerked off thinking about Susan?"
"Yup.
