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I know there are lots of holiday stories, but I decided to try to come up with one for Passover. I hope you enjoy.

I'm trying not to bore everyone with all of the intricacies of the whole service, so I hope I hit the right balance.

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Sharon fidgeted with her yellow dress, tracing the different flower designs over and over. The blonde twelve year old had picked it out for Easter in a couple weeks time, but then the Roberts family had been invited to her friend Hannah’s house for their Passover seder, and it seemed like a good time to wear it. The pattern was really pretty, but she realized the underwear she had picked out with it felt a little itchy. She hoped that she wouldn’t be squirming too much during dinner. She really wanted to make sure she was perfect for David.

David was Hannah’s older brother. They had all gone to the same school until last year when he had moved up to the middle school. She hadn’t seen him for most of a year until he came to their play last month. He had grown a lot and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. So when she heard that they had been invited to celebrate Passover, she was thrilled.

“Now remember,” her mother reminded her as she got out of the car, “it’s important that we follow their traditions here. Just like you want them to do when they come over for one of our holidays.”

Sharon nodded. She’d heard this at least thirty times over the past week. They had to park on the street because of the number of cars already in the driveway. Reaching the front door, Mr. Roberts knocked, and the door was opened quickly by Hannah’s mother.

“Jim, Elizabeth, so glad to see you again. Let me take your coats. Please come in and I’ll introduce you around. Sharon, you’re looking very lovely today. Hannah and the other girls are all in her room right now. You remember where that is?”

Sharon nodded, then headed up the stairs. She knocked briefly on Hannah’s door, then let herself in. Three girls looked up from around the dress up box they were gathered around. Clothing was strewn across the floor, but none of the girls had a single thing on.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry.” Sharon backed out and shut the door quickly to give them privacy, but Hannah opened the door wide a moment later and gave her a big hug.

“Hi Sharon. I’m so glad you’re here.” Her classmate pulled her into the room and shut the door behind them. “These are my cousins Rachel and Shoshana.” The two younger girls beamed excitedly.

“Come help us pick out costumes for the skit.” The younger girl, who looked to be about seven, took her by the hand and brought her over to the box.

“Be patient, Shosh,” her older sister admonished her. “Let’s at least let her take off her dress first.”

“Why would I take my dress off?” Things were moving too fast. Sharon found a chair and sat down on it. She looked at the three girls who all seemed completely at ease being naked in front of each other and her. Sharon had her own room at home with a bathroom attached. Even at school she did her best to not change in front of the other girls.

“It’s traditional for all of the kids to be naked for Passover. It represents the freedom to do what we want.” Shoshana twirled around with a couple of streamers from the bin. “We don’t have to wear the fancy stuff that all the adults wear.”

“All the kids?” Sharon’s mind flashed to the idea that David would also be there. She imagined him shirtless. Looking at him from across the table. His arms and chest bare. Or maybe she could even sit next to him and see…other parts of him. Would she be able to brush her hands against his side?

“Mhm. It’s perfectly fine for tonight.”

Sharon really didn’t want to undress, but she really really didn’t want David to think that she wasn’t willing to follow their traditions when she was their guest. She unbuttoned the dress and pulled it off. Hannah took it from her and hung it up in the closet.

Rachel had come closer to take a look at Sharon’s new underwear. “That’s really pretty. It has a bit of lace and everything. And I don’t own any bras”

Sharon blushed a little. She had had a couple of thoughts of David seeing them, but wasn’t expecting anyone else to be looking. “Thanks. They’re brand new.” She ran her finger under the edge of the panties. “And honestly, they’re a little bit itchy.”

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t need to wear them!” Shoshana leapt forward and pulled her undies down to the ground. She got down onto her knees and tried to get her cousin’s friend to raise her leg so she could get them off of her. Sharon quickly put her hands between her legs to cover up her exposure.

“Shoshana, that’s not polite.” Hannah blushed. “I’m sorry for that.” She walked around behind her friend, and started unclasping her bra. “But we do need to get these off of you. Is it okay if I help?”

Sharon nodded, nervously, and felt the bra loosen and her breasts released from the tension. Hannah helped take it off of her friend's arms, then held it up in front of her own chest. “You’re a bit bigger than me.”

It was true. Sharon was a full B-cup, and it looked like her dark haired friend was just between A and B. It wasn’t a huge difference, but Sharon felt proud of how she was growing. She absently rubbed her breasts as she always did when she finally took her bra off for the day. Shoshana, still kneeling in front of the older girl, took the opportunity to examine her closer.

“Why don’t you have hair like Hannah?”

“Shosh!”

Sharon blushed harder. “I do have hair. It’s just blond and thinner.”

“Really?” Shoshana looked closer and reached out to touch her. “Oh okay.”

Rachel came up behind Sharon and placed something on her head. “You’ll make a great pharaoh. You can play that role.” She held a mirror up in front of Sharon so she could see the headdress on her. It did look really good.

The other girls forgot about Sharon for a bit as they went back into the bin to find outfits for themselves. None of the “clothing” ended up being more than a gauzy fabric that they wrapped around themselves or a staff for Hannah as Moses. While they were busy, Sharon removed her shoes and socks. They didn’t really fit with the rest of her outfit.

They had just finished putting the rest of the costumes away when there was a knock and the door opened behind them. Sharon quickly covered herself with her hands while the other girls just looked to see who was disturbing them.

“Girls, you’ve been up here long enough. You need to come down and be social.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Mrs. Rosenberg left the door open as she headed back down the stairs. Sharon could now hear the mingled voices rising up towards them. She thought about how many cars had been in the driveway.

“Um, Hannah?” Sharon stopped her friend from following the two younger girls as they skipped out of the room. “How many people are here?”

Hannah counted in her head for a moment. “I think there are about twenty-five guests including you.”

A sudden nervousness came over the blonde girl, but Hannah had her by the arm and was dragging her down the stairs before she could protest. She looked down as she descended the stairs, and it felt to her like there were hundreds of people and all of their eyes were on her body.

They reached the bottom landing and Sharon noticed a couple of people rushing over to them. She looked up and realized it was her parents. She was trying to think of some way of explaining why she was naked in front of so many adults when she realized they were smiling.

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Roberts.” Hannah let go of Sharon’s arm in order to give her friend’s parents hugs. “I hope you’re having a good time.”

“It’s been delightful so far,” Sharon’s mother responded before turning her attention to her preteen daughter. “We’re so proud of you for going along with their traditions.”

“You knew about this?!!” Sharon asked, covering herself again.

“Well, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg wanted to make sure we were aware that the kids would be allowed to be naked so we wouldn’t be surprised when we saw the bare bottoms.”

“Oh!” Hannah pulled Sharon away before she could respond to her mother. “You have to meet my grandparents!” They moved over to an older couple, sitting on a love seat. “Bubbe, Zaide, this is my friend Sharon.”

Sharon smiled at the two of them, still trying to catch her bearings.

“What a lovely girl,” Hannah’s grandfather said, but Sharon noticed he wasn’t looking her in the face anymore.

Hannah introduced her to several more people, including Rachel and Shoshana’s parents, then waved to someone who was just entering through the front door.

“Hi Mr. Elmasry!” She raced off towards the entryway where her mother was helping the gentleman remove his coat.

“Mr. Elmasry? Our history teacher?” Sharon followed closely, afraid of being left alone with all of these eyes staring at her.

“Why hello girls. It’s good to see you outside of class. I see you two have decided to coordinate your outfits tonight.”

Sharon blushed while Hannah giggled. “Yeah, it’s one of our favorites. We’ve had them since birth.”

Hannah continued to talk as she led their teacher further into the party. “And you remember my brother, David.”

“Yes, he was in my class last year. How are you enjoying middle school?”

Sharon shot to attention. David was here? She moved around from behind Mr. Elmasry to get her first glimpse of his body. There he stood, dressed in a lovely blue suit. He looked over, and his eyes got wide.

“Hannah,” Sharon ducked back behind the teacher and grabbed her friend by the arm. “I thought you said all of the kids were going to be naked.”

“We are.”

“David’s wearing a suit.”

“Well, yeah. He had his Bar Mitzvah a couple months ago. He’s an adult now.”

I thought this was a great start!

Fun concept! I love that Sharon finds out her crush isn't going to be naked after all

Great start! Hoping to see the boy naked, but ends up naked in front of him with no compensation

jeremiahN wrote: Mon Apr 14, 2025 8:55 pm I know there are lots of holiday stories, but I decided to try to come up with one for Passover. I hope you enjoy.

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Sharon fidgeted with her yellow dress, tracing the different flower designs over and over. The blonde twelve year old had picked it out for Easter in a couple weeks time, but then the Roberts family had been invited to her friend Hannah’s house for their Passover seder, and it seemed like a good time to wear it. The pattern was really pretty, but she realized the underwear she had picked out with it felt a little itchy. She hoped that she wouldn’t be squirming too much during dinner. She really wanted to make sure she was perfect for David.

David was Hannah’s older brother. They had all gone to the same school until last year when he had moved up to the middle school. She hadn’t seen him for most of a year until he came to their play last month. He had grown a lot and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. So when she heard that they had been invited to celebrate Passover, she was thrilled.

“Now remember,” her mother reminded her as she got out of the car, “it’s important that we follow their traditions here. Just like you want them to do when they come over for one of our holidays.”

Sharon nodded. She’d heard this at least thirty times over the past week. They had to park on the street because of the number of cars already in the driveway. Reaching the front door, Mr. Roberts knocked, and the door was opened quickly by Hannah’s mother.

“Jim, Elizabeth, so glad to see you again. Let me take your coats. Please come in and I’ll introduce you around. Sharon, you’re looking very lovely today. Hannah and the other girls are all in her room right now. You remember where that is?”

Sharon nodded, then headed up the stairs. She knocked briefly on Hannah’s door, then let herself in. Three girls looked up from around the dress up box they were gathered around. Clothing was strewn across the floor, but none of the girls had a single thing on.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry.” Sharon backed out and shut the door quickly to give them privacy, but Hannah opened the door wide a moment later and gave her a big hug.

“Hi Sharon. I’m so glad you’re here.” Her classmate pulled her into the room and shut the door behind them. “These are my cousins Rachel and Shoshana.” The two younger girls beamed excitedly.

“Come help us pick out costumes for the skit.” The younger girl, who looked to be about seven, took her by the hand and brought her over to the box.

“Be patient, Shosh,” her older sister admonished her. “Let’s at least let her take off her dress first.”

“Why would I take my dress off?” Things were moving too fast. Sharon found a chair and sat down on it. She looked at the three girls who all seemed completely at ease being naked in front of each other and her. Sharon had her own room at home with a bathroom attached. Even at school she did her best to not change in front of the other girls.

“It’s traditional for all of the kids to be naked for Passover. It represents the freedom to do what we want.” Shoshana twirled around with a couple of streamers from the bin. “We don’t have to wear the fancy stuff that all the adults wear.”

“All the kids?” Sharon’s mind flashed to the idea that David would also be there. She imagined him shirtless. Looking at him from across the table. His arms and chest bare. Or maybe she could even sit next to him and see…other parts of him. Would she be able to brush her hands against his side?

“Mhm. It’s perfectly fine for tonight.”

Sharon really didn’t want to undress, but she really really didn’t want David to think that she wasn’t willing to follow their traditions when she was their guest. She unbuttoned the dress and pulled it off. Hannah took it from her and hung it up in the closet.

Rachel had come closer to take a look at Sharon’s new underwear. “That’s really pretty. It has a bit of lace and everything. And I don’t own any bras”

Sharon blushed a little. She had had a couple of thoughts of David seeing them, but wasn’t expecting anyone else to be looking. “Thanks. They’re brand new.” She ran her finger under the edge of the panties. “And honestly, they’re a little bit itchy.”

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t need to wear them!” Shoshana leapt forward and pulled her undies down to the ground. She got down onto her knees and tried to get her cousin’s friend to raise her leg so she could get them off of her. Sharon quickly put her hands between her legs to cover up her exposure.

“Shoshana, that’s not polite.” Hannah blushed. “I’m sorry for that.” She walked around behind her friend, and started unclasping her bra. “But we do need to get these off of you. Is it okay if I help?”

Sharon nodded, nervously, and felt the bra loosen and her breasts released from the tension. Hannah helped take it off of her friend's arms, then held it up in front of her own chest. “You’re a bit bigger than me.”

It was true. Sharon was a full B-cup, and it looked like her dark haired friend was just between A and B. It wasn’t a huge difference, but Sharon felt proud of how she was growing. She absently rubbed her breasts as she always did when she finally took her bra off for the day. Shoshana, still kneeling in front of the older girl, took the opportunity to examine her closer.

“Why don’t you have hair like Hannah?”

“Shosh!”

Sharon blushed harder. “I do have hair. It’s just blond and thinner.”

“Really?” Shoshana looked closer and reached out to touch her. “Oh okay.”

Rachel came up behind Sharon and placed something on her head. “You’ll make a great pharaoh. You can play that role.” She held a mirror up in front of Sharon so she could see the headdress on her. It did look really good.

The other girls forgot about Sharon for a bit as they went back into the bin to find outfits for themselves. None of the “clothing” ended up being more than a gauzy fabric that they wrapped around themselves or a staff for Hannah as Moses. While they were busy, Sharon removed her shoes and socks. They didn’t really fit with the rest of her outfit.

They had just finished putting the rest of the costumes away when there was a knock and the door opened behind them. Sharon quickly covered herself with her hands while the other girls just looked to see who was disturbing them.

“Girls, you’ve been up here long enough. You need to come down and be social.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Mrs. Rosenberg left the door open as she headed back down the stairs. Sharon could now hear the mingled voices rising up towards them. She thought about how many cars had been in the driveway.

“Um, Hannah?” Sharon stopped her friend from following the two younger girls as they skipped out of the room. “How many people are here?”

Hannah counted in her head for a moment. “I think there are about twenty-five guests including you.”

A sudden nervousness came over the blonde girl, but Hannah had her by the arm and was dragging her down the stairs before she could protest. She looked down as she descended the stairs, and it felt to her like there were hundreds of people and all of their eyes were on her body.

They reached the bottom landing and Sharon noticed a couple of people rushing over to them. She looked up and realized it was her parents. She was trying to think of some way of explaining why she was naked in front of so many adults when she realized they were smiling.

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Roberts.” Hannah let go of Sharon’s arm in order to give her friend’s parents hugs. “I hope you’re having a good time.”

“It’s been delightful so far,” Sharon’s mother responded before turning her attention to her preteen daughter. “We’re so proud of you for going along with their traditions.”

“You knew about this?!!” Sharon asked, covering herself again.

“Well, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg wanted to make sure we were aware that the kids would be allowed to be naked so we wouldn’t be surprised when we saw the bare bottoms.”

“Oh!” Hannah pulled Sharon away before she could respond to her mother. “You have to meet my grandparents!” They moved over to an older couple, sitting on a love seat. “Bubbe, Zaide, this is my friend Sharon.”

Sharon smiled at the two of them, still trying to catch her bearings.

“What a lovely girl,” Hannah’s grandfather said, but Sharon noticed he wasn’t looking her in the face anymore.

Hannah introduced her to several more people, including Rachel and Shoshana’s parents, then waved to someone who was just entering through the front door.

“Hi Mr. Elmasry!” She raced off towards the entryway where her mother was helping the gentleman remove his coat.

“Mr. Elmasry? Our history teacher?” Sharon followed closely, afraid of being left alone with all of these eyes staring at her.

“Why hello girls. It’s good to see you outside of class. I see you two have decided to coordinate your outfits tonight.”

Sharon blushed while Hannah giggled. “Yeah, it’s one of our favorites. We’ve had them since birth.”

Hannah continued to talk as she led their teacher further into the party. “And you remember my brother, David.”

“Yes, he was in my class last year. How are you enjoying middle school?”

Sharon shot to attention. David was here? She moved around from behind Mr. Elmasry to get her first glimpse of his body. There he stood, dressed in a lovely blue suit. He looked over, and his eyes got wide.

“Hannah,” Sharon ducked back behind the teacher and grabbed her friend by the arm. “I thought you said all of the kids were going to be naked.”

“We are.”

“David’s wearing a suit.”

“Well, yeah. He had his Bar Mitzvah a couple months ago. He’s an adult now.”

Great start. I hope it leads to the blue suit being removed

After a few more pleasantries, Mr. Elmasry moved on to say hello to other guests leaving nothing between Sharon and her crush. She felt his eyes take in her naked body, and she squeezed her legs tightly together. She was trying to keep covered as much as possible in the circumstance. But she was also trying to contain the tingle of arousal that was beginning to course through her body.

“Hi, Sharon.” He smiled as he continued to examine her body. “It’s really good to see you again.”

“Mhm.” Sharon nervously rubbed one arm against the other. The conflicting emotions kept her rooted to the spot. She wanted to run. She wanted to cover herself. But she also wanted him to see her. She wanted to know he liked what he was looking at.

His next sentence broke the spell though.

“And you remember Nathan right? Mom and Dad let us both invite one friend. Hannah invited you and I invited him.” He beckoned someone over from off to the side.

Nathan? Sharon looked to where he was motioning. Nathan the perv? All last year the girls had shared stories of how he had been trying to look under skirts or catch glimpses of bras. And now Nathan was going to see her naked!

“Wow” Nathan’s greedy eyes devoured Sharon’s body, then Hannah’s next to her. “You said that the party would be fun, but I had no idea this is what you meant.”

Sharon covered herself quickly, while Hannah stood with her hands on her hips. “If you weren’t a guest in our house, I would be kicking you in the nuts right now.” She turned to her brother. “I still can’t believe you invited this asshole.”

David shoved his friend on the shoulder. “Cool it man.”

“It’s hard to cool it when the view is so hot.”

David grabbed Nathan by the arm and dragged him away. He looked back over his shoulder apologetically as he escorted his friend into the other room. Nathan looked back as well, but there was no remorse showing in his eyes.

Sharon started shaking. She looked around for her parents, but they were talking to her teacher and laughing. Hannah put her arms around her and gave her a hug.

“I need to sit down.” Sharon closed her eyes as a couple of tears formed at the corners.

Hannah nodded and led her over to the long table where they were going to have the seder. She located Sharon’s nameplate and pulled the seat out. Sharon sat, but then gasped as the cold metal pressed against her nethers.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have enough good chairs for everyone, so we had to bring in some folding chairs. I hope it’s not too hard.”

Sharon shook her head. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I tried talking David out of inviting him, but it’s hard to explain why when he hadn’t actually done anything to anyone.”

Sharon wiped her eyes. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

Hannah gave her another hug. “At least you’re not going to have to sit next to him.”

Sharon looked at her friend, who was clearly annoyed. Hannah pointed to the seat across the table. “I’m sitting there.” She pointed to the seat next to hers. “Nathan is sitting there.”

“I’m so sorry.” She looked at the nameplates next to her own seat. David was going to be sitting on her left, across from his friend, and Mr. Elmasry was seated to her right. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being sandwiched between them, but at least it wasn’t Nathan.

“I’ll stab him with my fork if he tries anything.”

Sharon smiled at the thought.

Suddenly there was a flurry of motion as all of the guests entered the dining room. Hannah whispered to Sharon to stand up, then rushed around to the other side of the table and stood behind her own chair. Sharon followed her friend's example, wiping a little bit of moisture from the seat before anyone else could notice it.

It took a couple minutes, but eventually, everyone found their places at the table. Mr. Rosenberg stood at one end with his wife at the other. Sharon saw her parents standing separately across the table. Her mother smiled at her and waved slightly. Sharon smiled back, nervously.

“So, for those of you who have not celebrated Passover with us before, let me explain a bit about tonight. Passover celebrates the freeing of the Israelites from Egypt. Seder means ‘order’, and so there is a set ‘order’ to the evening. That order is in the haggadah. That is the book that is in front of some of you. We didn’t have enough for everyone to have one, so groups of two or three are going to have to share. Those of you who have the books in front of you, please open it to page eleven and we’ll start with the candle lighting.”

Sharon grabbed the thin book in front of her. She opened the book and found the correct page. She held it in front of her to read, and noticed motion on either side. She looked and saw both David and her teacher reading over her shoulder. Which meant that they had a perfect view of her naked breasts as well. She fought the urge to cover up, and listened as Mrs. Rosenberg said something in a foreign language; she guessed it was Hebrew. Once the candles were lit, everyone began to sit down.

Sharon was about to pull out her chair, when she heard Mr. Rosenberg call out her name. “We know that the seder takes a while, and it’s hard on the kids sometimes to stay still. So we like to make sure they have things to do throughout the service. Hannah and Sharon, can you please help Debbie pour the first glass of wine for everyone that gets it? Rachel and Shoshana, you can pour grape juice for the rest.”

Sharon walked over to Hannah’s mother, who handed her a bottle of wine. She showed her how far to fill the glass, then sent her off on her side of the table. She looked across the table. Hannah was holding the bottle from the bottom and side, with it resting between her breasts. When someone nodded, she’d pour them a glass, then move to the next person. If they shook their head, she just continued. Sharon did her best to imitate her as she walked down her own side of the table. She felt like they were each taking forever to look at the bottle, and her breasts on either side, before making their decision.

When her bottle was empty, she went back and got a second bottle and continued down the side. She was about to skip David and head to Mr. Elmasry, when she felt the hand of the boy on her waist. “I’d like the wine please I think.”

She looked up at Mr. Rosenberg, not sure what to do, but she received a small nod from him. “He’s a Bar Mitzvah. If he wants to try the wine tonight he can. Remember though,” he turned his attention to his son, “we’re each getting four glasses tonight. You might want to switch to juice after the first cup.”

“Yes, Dad,” he responded, although his eyes did not stray from the naked breasts in front of him. She poured his glass, turning bright red at the same time.

A commotion from across the table made her look up.

“I want the wine too.”

“You have not been Bar Mitzvah.” Hannah was holding the bottle away from Nathan.

“She’s right,” Mr. Rosenberg confirmed, “you will be getting grape juice tonight.”

Hannah quickly moved on to the next adult, and Sharon skipped ahead to Mr. Elmasry.

“You’re doing a lovely job, Sharon.” He smiled at her, then nodded as she displayed the wine. She poured his glass and continued down the line with Shoshana following quickly behind her with the juice for any glass that didn’t have wine.

Once everything was poured, she placed the bottle back and quickly found her seat. David opened the book to the correct page, and handed it back to her to hold. He smiled at her, then looked down at the book and her chest.

Sharon looked across the table at her friend to see how she was doing. Hannah didn’t have a book, and had turned her back three-quarters away from Nathan so she could read along with the man on the other side. He looked like he was trying to not stare at the naked girl next to him, although he would glance down once in a while. Nathan, on the other hand, was glaring at her back, before turning back to Hannah’s grandmother who was sharing her haggadah with him.

Mr. Rosenberg directed the service, having each person read a bit before continuing on down the line. They ate some parsley that they had dipped in salt water, then Mr. Rosenberg stood up. He held up a piece of fabric with three large crackers in it. Pulling out the middle one, he broke it in two and put one half back in the cloth.

“This is the afikomen. I am going to hide it now, so would all of the kids please cover their eyes.”

Hannah and her cousins all quickly did so, but Sharon looked around confused.

“Close your eyes.” David whispered in her ear. “At the end of the meal, all of the kids get to go look for the afikomen. If you find it, you get a prize. Usually it’s something to wear.”

Sharon closed her eyes. So there was a chance she wouldn’t have to spend the whole rest of the night naked? She would make sure that she found it. She listened as closely as she could to hear where it might be hidden. She heard Mr. Rosenberg return to his seat.

“Okay girls, open your eyes and then go pour the second glass for everyone.”

Sharon got up with the others and followed the same procedure as before. She felt like some of the gazes lingered longer than before. Finally she got back to David. He took his time looking at the bottle as if trying to make up his mind, before slowly nodding. He looked her in the eyes and smiled.

Sharon felt the surge of arousal crawl its way up her body again. She was still annoyed at him for bringing Nathan for the “fun”, but she couldn’t help enjoying the way he was looking at her. She continued down the row, trying to keep her feelings in check, before she was able to sit back down in her own seat. As she picked up the book again, she felt the cold chair against her slightly damp thighs, and realized that her nipples had hardened as well.

“Now it’s time for the four questions. The youngest child, Shoshana, will read them.”

Shoshana eagerly got up and stood on her chair. The little girl seemed oblivious to the fact that she was presenting her bare pussy at face level to everyone at the table. She started chanting, and Sharon looked up at her face. She could tell how excited the girl was for her solo, and Sharon couldn’t help but smile. She finished to cheers and applause, took a bow, then sat back down.

Mr. Rosenberg directed people to answer the questions that had been asked. When it was finished, he motioned to his daughter. “The last question explained why we eat reclined or in a comfortable manner because we’re free to do so. But as you have undoubtedly noticed, we have an additional tradition in our house. Hannah, please stand and explain your outfit.”

Hannah blushed and stood up. She started to speak, but Mr. Rosenberg motioned her up. Sharon’s friend blushed, then stood on her chair like her young cousin had just done. Sharon glared at Nathan as she noticed him staring, slack jawed, directly between her legs. At least Hannah had hair there to hide a bit.

“When I was four, we read the four questions, and when we were done, I was confused. I asked Dad, ‘why do I have to wear these itchy clothes if we’re supposed to be super comfortable today?’

“Mom and he thought about it and agreed that it didn’t make any sense, and since then all children have enjoyed our seder naked. It means a lot to us that we are able to have this comfort.” She looked down at Nathan who was still staring at her body as if it were in a porn magazine. “It’s nice when we can be comfortable without others making a big deal out of it.”

She quickly got down off the chair and sat. Sharon noticed that David looked extremely sheepish. Everyone else seemed to appreciate what the young girl had just said and were smiling and nodding.

The seder continued. After a few more songs and readings, Mr. Rosenberg called for the girls again.

“At this point, we tell the story of the exodus from Egypt. The girls have decided they want to tell the story their own way.”

Sharon had forgotten all about the skit. As the other girls rushed up the stairs to get their costumes, she slowly followed. By the time she got to the bedroom, the rest of them already had their “outfits” on.

Rachel placed the pharoah’s hat onto Sharon’s head. “There. All set. You remember your part?”

Sharon nodded. The lines weren’t what she was worried about.

She followed the other girls back down to the dining room. Shoshana had placed a small stepping block onto the ground near the head of the table. She motioned for Sharon to get up on it just as they had practiced.

Sharon stood on the block, and realized her fear was correct. Her pussy was now at face level for most of the table. She had a staff in one hand and a scepter in the other, so she had no way of covering up. She looked around at all of the eyes on her, and then she caught David looking at her again. Her body reacted instantly and she tightened her legs together.

The girls had a lot of fun playing the parts of slaves and slave drivers. Hannah came to Pharoah as Moses and asked for their freedom. Sharon shook her head “no” each time, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from David looking at her.

She felt a drop of moisture travel slowly down her thigh and she tried to clench tighter. Her nipples were painful from how hard they were. The other girls performed their lines, but Sharon felt like she had a spotlight on her.

Finally it was over, but Sharon was still frozen on top of the block. Hannah reached up to her and helped her down, and she staggered back to her seat.

She sat down quickly, and felt her wetness under her as she tried to get comfortable. Everyone was cheering and applauding the four youngsters, but Sharon felt like she was in a tunnel. “Good job,” David whispered to her, and she managed a small smile as she continued to stare straight ahead.

The service continued, but Sharon was lost in her humiliation. David looked concerned, and tried asking her if she was okay a couple of times, but she didn’t respond. He had to reach over her to turn the page a few times, and on a couple occasions, brushed up against her breast.

Eventually, Mr. Rosenberg announced that it was time for the second glass of wine. David placed her cup in her hand and she was able to hold onto it. “I think you need this more than me,” he whispered.

The prayer was said, and she drank a sip. The taste was so strange that she almost spit it out. Then she realized what David had done. He had switched cups with her. She looked over at him and smiled. She drank the glass, coughing a couple of times at the strange flavor.

Finally, it was time for the actual meal. For once, she wasn’t asked to help serve. When the plate got placed in front of her, she recognized some of the food but not all of them. David was happy to point out what different things were, and she tried a bit of everything. By the time she was halfway done with her plate, she was feeling a lot better.

Mr. Elmasry leaned over a bit towards the end of the meal so both of his students could hear him. “You know, if you wanted to perform that skit for the class, you’d get extra credit.”

The two girls looked at each other and blushed.

Oh snap! Performing for class? Yes!!

jojo12026 wrote: Tue Apr 15, 2025 10:53 pm Oh snap! Performing for class? Yes!!

Agree

Was not expecting kosherotica. A mekhaye! Here I was just saying how we apparently need to remind some people the connection between Easter and Passover, and... well I might not be showing them THIS, but it certainly resonates. Sharing it with a gentile family is one of the few times the good lord ever changed an instruction, updating it from "don't, they're gonna mess it up" to "do, it's going to be good for them."

I do find it funny since Passover instructions do say to not only be dressed, but have everything cinched in and ready to run (y'know because a robe is harder to run in until you tuck it into your belt), to remember how your ancestors were ready to bolt at a moment's notice. But what's more ready to run than total nudity, right? Especially if the sea doesn't part this time, and you need to swim.

I wonder if that bit of wine is going to go to her head. And I would also love to know what kind of school she goes to if they're allowing that! Sign me up as assistant history teacher.

Somebody wrote: Thu Apr 17, 2025 2:06 am Was not expecting kosherotica. A mekhaye! Here I was just saying how we apparently need to remind some people the connection between Easter and Passover, and... well I might not be showing them THIS, but it certainly resonates. Sharing it with a gentile family is one of the few times the good lord ever changed an instruction, updating it from "don't, they're gonna mess it up" to "do, it's going to be good for them."

It's not something I'd really considered before now either. I can't think of any other holidays that would specifically fit an ENF/ENM story. Purim and Hannukah (stay away from the hot oil) could be interesting, but they wouldn't really differ from a similar gentile party. Tu B'Shvat would probably be too cold. At least in the northern hemisphere.

I do find it funny since Passover instructions do say to not only be dressed, but have everything cinched in and ready to run (y'know because a robe is harder to run in until you tuck it into your belt), to remember how your ancestors were ready to bolt at a moment's notice. But what's more ready to run than total nudity, right? Especially if the sea doesn't part this time, and you need to swim.

Exactly. Besides "rules are always different for kids", and "the old rules were good for the time".

I wonder if that bit of wine is going to go to her head. And I would also love to know what kind of school she goes to if they're allowing that! Sign me up as assistant history teacher.

"Mr. Elsmary entered his classroom. Somebody was right behind him..."