The Lairy Lairds
by flashharry

Chapter III

“What is it that you expect? What do you need me to do?” Rachel quizzed her brother after they had retreated to the back garden. Their mother’s bedroom overlooked the front, so they really didn’t need her overhearing this conversation.

“Your P.E. day is Thursday, isn’t it?” came the reply. Rachel nodded curiously. “Then that is the only day you will wear knickers from now on. I’m giving you a chance to do this without all your peers finding out. There’s obviously a risk, but that’s the fun part. Every day, you get up, wipe a clean pair to get your overnight secretions - or at night if you play with yourself - and pop them straight into the wash basket. I’ll relax the rule only when you have a period. Oh, and it’s skirts or dresses all the time from now on.”

School uniform required a skirt and allowed socks or tights. Rachel had never been a tights wearer and Alex told her it was to stay that way.

As they were talking, Alex moved further from the house and told Rachel to move her chair to face him with her legs at 45 degrees. This, she did. The denim skirt rose like it was never there, leaving her glistening bald pussy on full display.

“Skirt length is to be above halfway between your knees and your pussy.”

With the view he had, Alex could see the petals of his sister’s pussy open and more juices leak as arousal took over Rachel’s brain. She could see him looking and blushed but held her pose.

“The way you are sitting now is to become normal unless mom would be able to see up your skirt. There are no other exceptions.” Rachel’s brain was overloading. Her dreams always included being seen, but never by her friends and neighbours. They had no family nearby, so that wasn’t an issue, but here was Alex telling her that these rules continued at school. Her friends could find out about this and with Alex being in the same school, albeit a year above her, there was no way she could disobey and get away with it.

At the same time, she was relieved about panties being allowed on P.E. days as when she entered the changing room, her friends would see her underwear and think nothing was amiss.

“One more thing,” Alex added, “I want you to lift your skirt to prove that you are following the rules whenever I ask, no matter if there are people around. If I can’t check, then the game has no point.”

“We can offer to do some of the washing to help mom and that way, she won’t notice that your skirts have “shrunk”. I know a shop that does alterations and several of your skirts are going to be shortened. Any issues with that so far?”

Underneath what she hoped was a calm exterior, Rachel was trembling mess of nervous activity. But she agreed to go ahead. All the time, she doubted that Alex would ever send the pictures he had to their mother, but there was always the nagging doubt that he might!

The rest of Sunday went calmly, and Monday morning saw the siblings at the breakfast table. Their mother had to leave for work before they did. Rachel was flushed, but dressed as Alex had insisted she did. This was her dream, but why oh why did it have to be her brother who had cottoned on to it.

Gemma said she just needed the bathroom before they set off for school, leaving Rachel free to ask, “About the 45 degrees…”

“Don’t sit down apart from in class.” Came the instant hushed suggestion. A few minutes later, they were all walking towards school, with Rachel feeling the breeze from every step.

It was probably the most nervous Rachel had ever been in school. Every period or break meant a new challenge, but she managed to get through. She’d declined a seat next to her best friend Anke at morning break and had gone out for a walk during lunch. That way, no one could ask her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Alex had spotted her and met her on her way back from the sports field to the main block of the school and insisted on a pussy inspection as he now referred to it, but no one was around. Day 1 accomplished.

Alex almost seemed disappointed that the day had gone without drama when the two spoke about it on the way home. They didn’t have long to talk as he had a job in a local shop on a Monday night. It was only cleaning the stockroom after the weekend trade, but it did provide him with a steady stream of ready cash, if not a lot of it.

Tuesday saw almost a repeat of the day before. Gemma sat still at the table in the morning in case she missed something. Anke was none too pleased with Rachel as she declined another invitation to sit next to her but felt better as they stood talking at the start of lunch. When Anke headed for lunch, Rachel got out for a walk. The inspection on the way back included Alex getting a pic both front and back to show she’d complied with instructions.

As she retrieved her books from her locker, Rachel had a shock. Coming up behind her, Jake rested his chin on her shoulder. “It was you, wasn’t it?” Rachel immediately denied anything to do with it before realizing that Jake hadn’t exactly said what. Jake just smiled knowingly and walked away. Rachel was mortified. Between that experience and the inspection, she found herself more than a little damp between the legs, but she was out of time and had to sit through the afternoon’s lessons with only a tissue to dab her leaking juices.

Gemma’s curiosity increased on Wednesday. She was pretty sure something was going on between her two elder siblings but didn’t know what. Anke threw a huff at the latest refusal to sit by her and Alex got pics once again of the returning Rachel at the end of the lunch hour.

Thursday morning was when Gemma sat at the breakfast table and outright asked Rachel if she was wearing knickers to school. Of course, Rachel was able to insist and even prove that she was. But Gemma, having followed Alex at a distance, produced pics from the previous two days “inspections” to show that she hadn’t been. Rachel got a little teary and left for school alone, whilst Alex was left to fend off questions from a curious Gemma.

He decided honesty was best. Rachel’s state of dress was now subject to his approval. There was little time to discuss it further, but the two agreed to further discuss after school. When the three met, Gemma was rather taken aback that Rachel was in on the conversation. In truth, Alex had hoped it might be a deterrent, but it only served to make Gemma more determined than ever.

Once it was explained that Rachel was now only allowed panties on the one day to avoid her peers finding out in the changing rooms, Gemma went quiet. In her own year group, boundaries were often being tested due to their age and she had seen two girls recently who had come to school without panties. As for shaving, like Rachel had started to do, it was difficult to tell between those who may have found a razor and those who had yet to grow a bush down there.

“I want to play, too”, she said at last.

“I don’t think so. I’m not doing that with you till you are at least Rachel’s age.” Came the reply and no matter how hard she pleaded, there was no way Gemma could get her elder brother to change his mind.

Things calmed down after that and there was a new status quo that lasted till the weekend arrived. Breakfast routine now included Rachel lifting her skirt to show her lack of underwear. Alex relaxed the 45-degree legs rule when sitting for Thursday and Friday and that enabled her to sit with friends again. He made it clear it would be brought back whenever he felt like it. To her friends, Rachel just explained that she’d been stressed for a few days and that became first accepted, then forgotten.

Rachel finished the week being pantie-less and her nerves gradually subsided. She just wasn’t ready for exposure to her friends. But was something more needed to keep her on edge?