IdentityUnknown wrote: Mon Feb 16, 2026 5:40 pm
jllash wrote: Mon Feb 16, 2026 4:58 pm
This is one of my favorite stories.
Just a hesitation for a brief second where you could have stopped her but instead you simply allowed it to happen, letting her pull your swim trunks down, giving her and her friend an amusing sight to laugh at.
The only way I imagine it realistically could have gone better is if she was a bit more mean spirited and tossed them out of the pool.
I’m glad to hear you enjoy it so much. Have you checked out my fictionalized version? It’s linked in my signature, if you like this you should enjoy that as well!
I read most of the fictionalized version, and I hope not to offend, I wouldn't say anything if I wasn't specifically asked, but I didn't enjoy it.
Part of why I enjoyed the true story is it feels real, there wasn't anything crazy, and even if you made it up (which I don't think you did, just nobody knows for certain what's true) I think it's believable that such a thing has happened, and that aspect I like.
The fantasy story I felt like it was too much in the realm of fantasy, like multiple girls talking about embarrassing you and obviously coming up with a plan to pants you and run off with your trunks and see your dick, it's a fun idea and maybe that's the point of being fantasy, but for my personal preference I enjoy the more grounded in reality stories, even though they're much more tame.
As an aside, one idea I've been thinking about, and I think could be interesting with your story, is presenting the story to an AI and have it do a re-telling from your sister's point of view. I feel like it could be fun to read what's going through her mind as she tries to pants you, what she's trying to achieve by doing it, what goes through her mind the moment she succeeds and the triumph she feels in seeing her "trophy", if perhaps she thinks you might have intentionally hesitated that time, or that she was doing it to intentionally embarrass you in front of her friend.
EDIT: Hope you don't mind but I did it.
Jess watched the way her brother's swim trunks clung to his hips as he kicked lazily in the water. She'd been trying to yank them down for years—ever since she realized how much it flustered him, it was too funny—but he always saw her coming. The predictability of it was almost part of the fun now. His reactions were textbook: the startled jerk backward, the way his hands shot to his waistband. It was like a stupid little dance they did, and she never got tired of it.
She glanced at her best friend, Claire, who was lounging on the pool steps, idly swirling the water with her fingers. Claire knew about the game—had even giggled along when Jess tried and failed last week. There was something about the power of it, the way her brother’s face would go beet red, it was too funny. It wasn’t just about seeing him naked (though, okay, fine, curiosity was part of it). It was about catching him off guard, making him flustered.
Jess flipped onto her stomach, kicking gently toward him. He was facing her now, chest-deep in the water, oblivious—or maybe not. He always seemed to have this sixth sense when she was about to try. But this time, she wasn’t going to telegraph it. She wasn’t going to lunge with that stupid grin. No, this time, she’d wait until he was distracted, until he thought she’d given up. Then she’d go for it.
Jess felt the water ripple against her stomach as she drifted closer to her brother. He was talking—but she wasn’t really listening. Her focus was on his hands, the way they gestured lazily above the water. If she timed it right, she could catch him mid-sentence, mid-gesture, when his guard was down. Claire’s quiet laughter floated from the steps, and Jess shot her a quick glance. Claire raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking. She knew what was coming.
Jess waited until his hands were mid-air, palms up. Then she moved—fast, silent, slipping beneath the surface with barely a splash. The water pressed against her ears, muffling everything except the rush of her own pulse. She saw the blurry outline of his legs, his stupid trunks clinging to his hips. Her fingers curled around the elastic waistband —this was the first time she’d actually gotten this far.
She yanked. Hard.
The fabric slid down to his ankles.
For a fraction of a second, Jess hovered underwater, suspended in the chlorine-blue silence. The thrill of success buzzed through her—she’d actually done it. Then her brain caught up with her eyes.
The water distorted everything, but not enough. Jess saw it—all of it—the tiny, small, pale, exposed skin. Smaller than she’d imagined. Way smaller. *Holy shit, I actually did it.* The thought roared in her head.
Jess erupted from the water, just in time to see her brother scramble to yank his trunks back up—too late, obviously. Claire was already doubled over laughing, one hand clutching the pool steps for balance, the other pressed against her mouth like she was trying (and failing) to hold it in. Jess couldn’t help it; the laugh burst out of her, sharp and loud.
"Oh my god," Claire wheezed, her voice cracking between giggles. "Did you—did you *see*—?" She didn’t finish, dissolving into another fit of laughter. Jess wiped water from her eyes, grinning so hard her cheeks ached. She didn’t need to answer. Claire had seen it too—the brief, ridiculous glimpse of her brother’s *everything*. Smaller than either of them had expected, shriveled from the cold pool water, just... *there*.
Jess couldn't stop grinning even if she tried. The look on her brother's face—that mix of shock, betrayal, and sheer horror—was priceless. His entire face blushed. Jess bit her lip to keep from cackling. This was better than she’d imagined.
