I Accidently Exposed Myself

Long ago one saturday early september one of my elder nieces was getting married. My mum bought this lovely viscose French blue dress for me to wear. It wasn't tight, but it was very stretchy and did hug my figure quite nicely. Since it only had two tiny spaghettistraps holdin' it up and me not being that well endowed in the breastdepartment there was never any doubt about wearing no bra underneath. I had been wearing a quite standard black thong when I trialfitted it the first time and no-one accept my sister had commented on that. Not being very relevant at that time, I didn't go in to it and later forgot all about it. When I finally put on the dress that particular saturdaymorning, I realized I hadn't really thought about what to wear underneath. So I went through my underwear drawer and tried some different thongs. Soon I realized the darker colours were showing way to much through the thin fabric of the dress. I finally picked a babypink g-string that I thought did not show to much for being so little. Once I got downstairs my sister laughed at me, explaining it showed even more than the black one I had on the previous time, with it having these rounded straps which showed through the fabric. I couldn't but agree really, as did my mum. Than she offered me to get one of her tan slips that she argued would never show. Not being to eager for wearing one of those large grannypants I took of my g-string and waited for her to return. The panty's she returned with were hideous. Not only were they tan and way to large to my taste, they were also at least two sizes larger than mine. I tried them on, but it looked ridiculous, so I didn't hesitate to take them of again straightaway. Whilst my sister wouldn't stop argue-ing about her option being the best, I just stood there, playing my little g-string around my fingers. Then, all of a sudden my mum just suggested I should leave it like that. What do you mean, I asked, and she explained I could as well go commando, since everything I had put on underneath had shown more than me being nude underneath at that moment. At first I was kind of reluctant. It wouldn't be my first time going commando, it would be under a dress like that however. And at a formal function, surrounded by relatives and friends. My sister cried out I was a little slut, being angry her stupid option was being ruled out. My mum finely pointed out that it wasn't my idea and just smiled at me. Than my older brother came in. He had run out of the situation earlier to go brush his teeth or something. When he got in he looked at me in a glance and simply remarked I must have found the right solution, because the dress now simply looked stunning on me. My sister couldn't wait to tell him what a little slut I was, wearing nothing underneath. He just glanced at me again, smiled and told her not to be such a prude. 'If you keep your mouth shut, no-one will ever notice. They'll all just be staring at that bra you shouldn't be wearing', he added, pointing at the hideous tan strapless bra she wore in plain sight underneath her own dress. At that point my mum turned away her face to hide her smile, whilst my sister just left the room in anger. So there I was, at my nieces weddingparty, wearing nothing but my little viscose dress and a pair of complementary blue heels that took me weeks to master. I felt superconfident as the day went on. Everyone complimented me on the dress and no-one even but thought of making remarks about what I wasn't wearing. Even my sister kept her mouth shut. She even had my brother convince her of ditchin' the bra before we got to the actual party. In short I had a brilliant day. I loved being commando, danced all night until my feet hurt and daybreak was about to happen once more. Nobody had noticed. I might have been the belle of the ball if not for the bride herself. Than, later that month, when we all gathered at grandma's one sunday, the weddingalbums came out. We all looked at the pictures in awe, until... On turning of the page there was no doubt. There it was. The dress. Me in it. The bright sunlight right behind me clearly lit out my unshaved bush. I think my sister saw it at the same moment. 'There', was all see muttered. My aunt, who was holding the album, just smiled. 'We couldn't help noticing little Lieve's secret being revealed. Sorry girl.' She didn't really mean that off course, she could have just left the pic out. Every girl in the room wanted to see what the fuzz was about. They all laughed. They all loved how I managed to get away with it. How it hadn't shown at all at the day itself. I just turned red and swore I would never wear that bloody dress again. The teasing soon stopped, as everybody noticed I wasn't to pleased with the situation. A little later, when everything had calmed down, my niece took me aside, telling me not to be so shocked. She told me she had the same dress in her wardrobe and had been struggling with what to wear underneath. She hadn't dared to try it on without, because she thought it would show. But as I had proved it wouldn't, she would wear it like that next time she wanted to put it on. That she'd just make sure she was cleanshaven, so her bush wouldn't pop out at pictures. She giggled when she said so. I was perplexed. Never realized I wasn't the only girl who would go commando, I stuttered 'you'd just go without underwear as well?' Then her giggle turned into the brightest smile. 'Do you really think you are the only girl in those pictures wearing no underwear?' She blinked me an eye and left me there. Shocked, amused, aroused and determined to shave and never grow pubes again.