Before we get to the next part of Sammy and Sarah, I just want to say that I appreciate what comments and feedback I have received, but I am feeling fairly discouraged by how few comments there are. As I'm writing this, there are eight different people reading this thread and none of them have, to my knowledge, left a single comment on this story. This is a free story on a free site, so it seems to me that the least you can do is leave a comment letting the author know what you think about what you're reading. This isn't only an issue on my stories, for what it's worth. I intend to at least post the reminder of this chapter on this site, but after that, I will reassess my priorities and may move to a site that has a sense of community. It is simply not worth my time and effort to continue to post here if I am getting nothing back. Anyway, on to the story.
Sammy’s concerns only grew as they waved good-bye to their dad and walked into Tiffany’s house. It looked like a nice house, with lots of photos of the family. In most of them, Sammy could see a red-headed little boy, playing Tee-ball and peewee soccer, smiling at the camera as he sat in his dad’s lap. If those were recent photos, Tiffany’s brother must have been no older than five!
“Home alone?” Sammy heard Sarah ask Tiffany. Tiffany was a bit taller than Sarah, making Sammy feel even smaller. He was older than either of them by nearly two years, but he was easily the shortest. At least, he thought, I’m not wearing a dress. He wondered idly if Jaxon had ever been made to wear dresses by Tiffany.
“Yeah, Mom’s running errands and Dad took Jaxon to see Paw Patrol on Ice or something.” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. “Little brothers, right?” Sarah smirked at Sammy, who blushed.
“So,” Sarah said in a tone that echoed her mother’s as she got down to business. “Sammy’s swimsuit is ripped. Can he borrow one of Jaxon’s?” Tiffany sized Sammy up with her eyes.
“Yeah, I bet it’ll fit him. His room’s down the hall and on the left. His name’s on the door.” Sarah smiled and patted Sammy’s shoulder.
“Need us to draw you a map?”
“No.” Sammy said sullenly, only realizing as he walked down the hall that he should have just ignored her.
Jaxon’s bedroom looked like a pretty typical little boy’s room. He had a LEGO bedspread and a Paw Patrol poster on the wall. His name was spelled above his dresser in blue block letters. He had a small bookshelf with brightly colored books. Sammy noticed a number of Magic Tree House books, which he remembered from his younger days. Was Jaxon reading them at 5? Sammy had not gotten to them until third or fourth grade.
Sammy pulled open the drawers of Jaxon's dresser, trying to find a swimsuit. He could not prove it, but he knew that somehow, Sarah had ripped his trunks at some point. This was all an elaborate plot of hers. He knew it sounded paranoid, but he still believed it. He paused as he opened the drawer that held Jaxon's socks and underwear, blushing as he saw that the five year old wore plain colored briefs, much more mature than the colorful planes that adorned Sammy's current pair. Jaxon was not even half his age!
“Great.” He muttered, dourly pushing the drawer closed. He sighed as he admitted defeat and walked to the hall, where Sarah stood waiting already in her swimsuit. “Couldn't find it. Guess I'll just sit by the side of the pool.” Sarah shook her head.
“Naw, Tiffany has another idea.” Smiling, she tapped her cheek and waited for Sammy to obediently kiss it. Since Tiffany was out of sight, Sammy obliged. Sarah smiled. “Now, remember, it’s just you, me, and Tiffany, so no one else will see you.”
“See me?” He asked, his heart starting to pound. What had Sarah planned this time?
“Now, don’t freak out. We’re guests and Tiffany’s trying her best.” Sarah said slowly. “But, we figured you could wear one of her old suits.”
“What?”
“I said don’t freak out, Sammy.” Sarah said. “I know it’s not ideal, but”
“We promise not to laugh at you.” Tiffany said, coming out of her room in a green and white striped tankini. She held up a hand. “I solemnly swear.” Sammy frowned as Sarah echoed it. This could not be good.
“What, you’re going to have me swim in my underwear?” The girls exchanged a look.
“Hadn’t thought of that.” Sarah said.
“That could work.” Tiffany replied thoughtfully.
“What color undies are you wearing, Sammy?” Sarah asked. “You’ve changed them so many times today after all your accidents!” Sammy blushed as Tiffany mouthed the word ‘accidents’ to herself.
“Uh, mostly”
“White?” Sarah said, rampaging over Sammy’s reluctance. “That’s what I thought. “Not going to work, Tiffany.”
“Darn” Tiffany said, smiling at Sammy sympathetically. “Guess we’ll have to go with the other plan.” She disappeared back into her room for a second, emerging with, just as Sarah had promised, a girls’ swimsuit. Sammy stared at it in revulsion. It was bright pink with pink bows on the shoulder straps and a pink skirt that just barely came down to the bottom of the swimsuit. He took a step back.
“Look, I can just dip my feet in the pool or something.” He stammered. “I’m not wearing that!”
“It’s just a swimsuit.” Tiffany said. “I got the idea because Jaxon had to do the same one time he ripped his.”
“Really?” It felt like a lie to Sammy, but how could he know? Tiffany nodded.
“Sammy,” Sarah said, touching his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We really want to swim.”
“Then go swim.”
“Not until we can make sure you have as much fun as we do.” Sarah said. “You love swimming!”
“And you promise no one will see?”
“It’s just us.” Tiffany said. “My dad and brother aren’t coming back until tomorrow since Jaxon’s school is already done for the summer. Wish ours was.” They all nodded, bonding over a dislike of school and an impatience for summer. “And mom’s probably going to stop at a friend’s house or something before she gets back.” Sammy’s doubt was written all over his face.
“I dunno. Maybe I could just swim in my shorts?”
“And what would you wear while they were drying?” Sarah asked.
“Something of Jaxon’s?” He knew it sounded silly, but he enjoyed any time he could outsmart Sarah. Sisters were tricky, after all. Sarah shook her head.
“Which makes more sense?” She said. “Putting on this swimsuit and then going back to your own clothes after or ruining your clothes and wearing Jaxon’s clothes home?” Sammy frowned.
“We really do promise we won’t laugh at you.” Tiffany said reassuringly. “The backyard has a really high fence, so no one will be able to see us, even if you jump really, really high.” Sammy’s nose wrinkled as he thought.
“Fine.” He muttered, looking at the swimsuit in Tiffany’s hand.
“Sammy” Sarah said. “How about we try that again?” He snuck a glare at her.
“I’ll wear the swimsuit. May I please have it?” Sarah could not hide how impressed she was. Tiffany handed it to him.
“Sammy, maybe I should help you. That’s not as easy as stepping into a pair of shorts.”
“I don’t need help.”
“Well, how about I come in, just in case?” Sarah and Tiffany exchanged a knowing smile of two big sisters before Sarah nudged Sammy back into Jaxon’s room.
“You really don’t have to”
“Hush, Tiffany’s waiting. Get undressed.”
“But”
“No buts, Sammy. Besides, I saw yours about an hour ago, didn’t I?” She smiled at her own wit.
“Can you at least turn your back or something?” Sammy asked.
“I’ll turn my back after you’re in just your underwear.” Sarah reasoned. “That’ll have to come off too, you know.”
“I know.” Sammy muttered darkly, forgetting once again that responding to everything Sarah said rarely, if ever, worked in his favor.
As he undressed, he thought back on his dad’s advice. Had it only been that morning that he had told him to not let Sarah get to him? It was clearly past time to take his dad’s advice, he thought as Sarah giggled at his briefs.
“What precious undies! Too bad they’d turn see-through in the pool! You don’t want me and Tiffany to see your little dinky!”
“Just turn around.” Sammy muttered through clenched teeth. Sarah shook her head.
“And miss an opportunity to help my baby brother put on his pink swimsuit? I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”
“Sarah” he began, backing away from her.
“Who are you, Sammy?”
“Sarah, c’mon.”
“Sammy, Tiffany is waiting and I know she’ll be curious if she hears me having to spank you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Stop being naughty then.” She said. “Now come here. You are a little boy who needs his big sister, aren’t you?” He nodded. “Alright, I’m going to pull down your undies and you’re going to put your hands on my shoulders to balance and step into your swimsuit, understand?” Sammy blushed, but did not answer. “Do you understand, Sammy whammy?”
“I do.” He mumbled. Sarah smiled and tugged down his underwear. His hands instinctively covered his crotch, but Sarah let him. He’d have to move his hands in just a moment.
“Alright, the first step is a lot like your clothes.” She gathered the swimsuit in her hands and kneeled. “Hands on my shoulders and step in. I’ll even look away from your dinky, okay?” Sammy whimpered, but she turned her head aside. She saw his hand rest on her shoulder and he stepped in. “And up comes your swimsuit!” She rose with it, pulling it up his body. “And the straps go over your arms!” In no time flat, Sammy had the little girl swimsuit on. Sarah reminded herself to ask Tiffany how old she was when she had worn it, but Sarah would’ve guessed Jaxon’s age, if not younger. “Was that so bad?” She asked, straightening Sammy’s skirt before gathering his clothes. “I’ll just put these with mine.” She said. “I promise we won’t lose them.” The thought had not even occurred to him, but now that she had said it, it became a real fear and he resolved not to let them out of his sight until he saw them with her clothes.
He followed Sarah out of the room, tugging on his skirt to try and make it longer. He thought it covered his privates, but how could he be so sure?
“We’ll need to wear shoes out back.” Tiffany said as they walked back to the entryway. “The ground’s a little rough, but once we’re on the deck, we can kick them off.”
“Oh,” Sarah said. “Silly Sammy forgot and didn’t bring shoes. Is there a pair of Jaxon’s he can borrow?”
“Sure. He has some Spider-Man flip flops. You like Spider-Man, don’t you, Sammy?” Sammy did not respond, unsure if there was even a right answer.
“He’s a little bashful about his swimsuit.” Sarah said, putting his clothes on top of hers on the couch. Sammy could not help but notice, whether it was intentional or on accident, but his underwear was right on top, where Tiffany would surely notice it. “I’m sure he’ll love the flip flops.” Sammy stepped into them, but an issue immediately presented itself. They were far too big. “Well, that won’t work.” Sarah said. “They’ll fall off before we’re even outside.”
“Yeah, they’re too big for Jaxon too.” Tiffany said. “That’s honestly probably why he left them here.” She smiled at Sammy. “You two must have the same size feet.” Even in a day full of embarrassments, Sammy did not like the idea he had the foot size of a kindergartener. “What else do we have?” Tiffany asked aloud. “I think we have some of my old ones back here somewhere…” Practically crawling into the closet, Tiffany suddenly gave a loud “aha!” before crawling back out with a pair of smaller flip flops in her hands. Sammy looked at them and sighed. They were pink with sparkly pink straps and even a large white flower on the top of each. Sammy knew even before she put them on the floor in front of him that, with his luck, they would fit perfectly. They did.
“Looks like we’re all set!” Tiffany said as Sarah looked at Sammy with a smirk. His hair was shaggy for a boy, but still a bit short for the typical toddler girl he was dressed as.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Sammy?” Sarah asked. “Don’t you need to thank Tiffany for being so helpful?”
“Thank you for the outfit?” Sammy mumbled.
“You’re welcome!” Tiffany leaned down and patted Sammy’s shoulder. “I know it’s not what you’re used to or what you expected, but you really do pull it off.” Sammy knew it was supposed to be reassuring, so he smiled weakly and followed them out to the pool, trying to forget about his outfit.
Once they were in the water, Sammy almost forgot about his embarrassing outfit. Every time he got out of the pool to jump back in, as boys are wont to do, however, the water would tug slightly at his skirt as if to remind him that he had it on. On the plus side, the girls seemed to mostly leave him alone, other than Sarah occasionally reminding him not to run.
As he swam around, playing and cavorting in the water, he heard snippets of the girls’ conversation. Most of it was boring for him, talk about books and Tiffany’s plans for the summer. As he emerged from what he considered a world-class cannonball, he overheard Tiffany’s awful laugh. He shuddered, but then he heard what she said after.
“Yeah, little brothers all have annoying habits.” He froze. What had he missed underwater? Obviously, Sarah had said something about him being her little brother. He tried to eavesdrop without making it look like he was. “My mom’s determined to get Jaxon to stop suc-king his thumb. He only does it when watching TV and when we’re in the car, but she keeps saying big boys don’t suc-k their thumbs.” Sammy agreed, smirking to hear that a five year old still suc-ked his thumb. How old had he been when he stopped doing that? Younger than five, that much was for sure!
Sammy climbed out of the pool to do another jump, but Sarah looked over. She smiled as she saw his skirt yet again, but quickly remembered what she needed to say.
“Sammy sweetie, time to dry off. We need to get home in time for dinner.” Grabbing a towel, Sammy stood a fair distance away from Sarah, just to make sure she did not get any funny ideas about ‘helping’ him. Placing the towel around his shoulders, Sammy slipped his feet into the flip flops, glad that he could be rid of them once they were inside. Like seemed to always happen for Sammy though, his luck got worse once they went inside.
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