The Present, Part Three
Part Three
He had put panties on for nothing?
Chloe had to be messing with him. A few minutes ago, his sister had practically jumped at the unexpected opportunity, and Amy had clearly orchestrated the whole thing from the beginning. At least two of the three females in the room had wanted him to put them on, and it had been easy enough for them to manipulate the only real adult in the room to go along with it.
Uncomfortably shifting as his older sister gave another sharp tug on the pink underwear, Chris tried to turn away while simultaneously slapping at the hands behind him. “Chloe, let go,” he demanded. As calmly as possible, to avoid giving Amy even more of a show. It wasn’t very effective. As he was well aware from his younger days, it’s pretty difficult to stop a wedgie without causing yourself a little more pain in the process of getting away, or hitting the other person enough to make them back off. Unfortunately, kicking or elbowing his sister wouldn’t go over very well with an audience of family members.
The good news was, Chloe wasn’t one of the guys. She was enjoying the visual of his new underwear more than the wedgie itself, and let up after another few seconds. “Relax, Chris,” she giggled. Letting go of the underwear, she stepped back with a playful smirk, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“Screw you, Chloe.” While he wouldn’t hit her, that didn’t mean he was above talking back. Especially when she used a phrase like that. But, rather than dealing with an annoying older sister, he turned back towards the bathroom.
Of course, neither of the girls would make it easy. “Where are you going?” Amy piped up, “I haven’t opened your present yet!”
“That’s right,” Chloe said, “You don’t want to miss her reaction. Come on, sit down!”
“In a minute,” Chris replied, “I’m going to change first.”
Amy sat up a little bit. “Change? Why?”
As if it wasn’t obvious. “What do you think?” he snarkily replied, not wanting to deal with the embarrassing specifics of a real answer.
“You’re saying you don’t like your present?” Amy said. She pouted, though the expression on her face was intentionally over the top. She was too old to actually pout, yet she still knew how to pull it off. “But it’s such a good color on you.”
Except it wasn’t even supposed to be a gift for him, according to his cousin a few minutes ago. She had obviously lied about the mix-up, which made it all the more annoying now that she was referring to the gift as his. And the follow-up ‘compliment’ wasn’t much better. Not only did he rarely wear pink, but it also didn’t matter if she thought it was a good color. It was underwear. Not meant to be seen, especially this variety.
Just like before, the three of them had a bit of a back and forth about it. And, just like before, Chris was outnumbered. It would be quick and easy to change, but Amy and Chloe insisted that it made more sense to just wait until everyone was done with presents. This time around, Aunt Mary didn’t intervene. While the whole thing was a little amusing to her, it was better to let kids be kids, even if the other three were technically adults at this point; though being in college hardly counts.
This time, it was Amy who delivered the final blow. She hopped up from the sofa and took Chris’s hand; the one not holding his bunched up boxers. “You can sit by me,” she sweetly said, as if that was enticing. “And then, if you still hate your panties in a few minutes, you can change while the rest of us clean up. Deal?”
“They’re not my panties,” Chris immediately shot back. Even so, he felt trapped again. Yanking his hand out of Amy’s would look bad, and his younger cousin was playing this in a way that made her seem the opposite of pushy. She was subtly trying to keep him in the girly undergarment for a little longer, but doing it in a way that seemed simple and harmless.
“When you wear something, it’s yours,” Amy giggled as she tugged him towards the couch, “Come on, Chrissy. Sit. I’m excited to see what you got me!”
. . . Chrissy?
She said it so nonchalantly and so off the cuff, he wasn’t sure if anyone else even recognized what she was doing. But Chris did. The flicker of mischief in her eyes was more than enough to give away that the nickname was meant to be feminine, rather than a teasing or patronizing version of his name.
No one had ever called him that before, Amy included.
“Amy-” he began. Despite his distaste for what she just said, he reluctantly allowed her to pull both of them down onto the sofa. Unlike before, when they sat on opposite ends, now they were side by side and her hand was still holding his. To make things awkward for a moment longer, no doubt, or to keep him there until she was sure he would stay.
Either way, he didn’t get much farther than her name before she was talking again. “Oh, and Chris? Thank you.” The faint smirk had faded into a more genuine looking smile. Or, more accurately, she was feigning innocence again. “For doing that for me. I feel a lot better now.”
“He probably pulls them off better than Stacey anyway,” Chloe teased, “Hey, Amy? Would you feel even better if Chris offered to wear them all day for you?”
Chris narrowed his eyes, but, in contrast, Amy’s lit up.
“Oh my God, I would feel SO much better,” she said.