Chapter 13

Barbie’s natural nervousness and desire to be the perfect daughter conflicted with her desire to be his perfect slut. She was clearly sweating. Her mom thought it was possible that her worst fear, her daughter, might actually be bottomless under the shirt. It would have been something she would never have expected from either of her daughters!

“Yes, Joseph! I do have them on!” she had promised to be an obedient slut, but she wished at that moment she could shrink down to the size of a mouse and hide. She hoped he wouldn’t actually make her flip up her shirt. They wouldn’t see any of her private parts, but they might notice that the panties had words written on the front, suggesting that her pussy wouldn’t lick itself.

“Then show us!” Joe said patiently. He deliberately chose the word “us” to establish he was on his parent’s side.

It seemed to the others in the room that Barbie casually flipped up her shirt bottom. There was a split-second flash. It was long enough for her father to glance at her milk-white buttocks for a moment. He felt very guilty that he’s seen his daughter’s shapely ass. He immediately looked away. His mother didn’t see anything except a flash of white.

No anvil dropped from the ceiling. No thunderbolt shot her from the sky for being a naughty little girl and showing off her panties. Years of programming never to show anyone what you had on under your skirt was hard to undo even if she wanted to be free of it – at least around her parents anyway.

It was as humiliating at first to get naked in front of a boy she barely knew like Duncan than it was to just flash a little panty in front of her parents. Yet, she had experienced the rush of adrenalin now. She was being sneaky, and she had just gotten away with doing something she had really never dreamed of doing around her parents. She felt so naughty but also alive for the very first time.

She could tell Joe was happy with her response even though he continued to browbeat her for his parent’s benefit.

“See? That’s all you have to do. You’ll think twice about running around bottomless if you know at any moment one of us can tell you to show us. If you are doing what you are supposed to do, then there is no problem, Barbie!” Joe added and looked at his mother.

“I suppose ... that is fine. How long is this restriction going to go on for?” She looked at Gerald for support.

“For as long as it takes for her to completely replace her wardrobe AND change her ways. Dad agrees that this is the only way to teach her a lesson,” Joe said, daring his father to add his voice to his mother’s voice of concern.

Gerald had not actually agreed to any of this. It had happened so quickly, and he was still standing at his front door in his work clothes, holding a drink he hadn’t even touched yet. He might have just sided with his wife and told her to sort this mess out.

“Look, I am almost a man now, and one day I’ll start a family of my own! I will use you both as my role models because you have taught me right from wrong,” Joe was buttering them up, but he was also telling the truth. “I’ve ALWAYS looked out for Barbie, and my big mistake was covering up her messes, fixing her mistakes, and not holding her accountable. I thought I was doing her a favor, but I realize now that she’d never benefit from that. I want to correct my mistakes! I’ll still look out for my sister, but I can do that best by holding her accountable when she makes a mistake. You two are very busy. We just moved here, and you also have to deal with Kevin and Ariel. I am willing to make sure that Barbie finishes her restriction without you two having to micromanage her or lift a finger!”

Joe’s speech would have might have won him an Oscar. He believed every word of it, and that is what sold it to his parents.

The confident look on Joe’s face convinced his father to trust his son. He or his wife could always intervene if Joe didn’t take it seriously or tried to let her off the hook. He felt Joe was a big softy and knew he really loved his sister. He felt Joe would be fair and not become a little Napoleon.

Gerald felt Kevin, on the other hand, would probably have ran his big sister ragged if he were in the same position as Joe. He tried not to grin just picturing the absurdity of his youngest son suddenly with that much power. He didn’t have trouble picturing Joe being mature with the same responsibility over his sister.

If Joe was willing to take care of his sister’s problem and deal with it, and If Barbie was okay with it, he could live with it. Apart from appearing a little apprehensive when Joe had asked her about her panties, Barbie hadn’t complained at all.

“See? Like I said, honey. Joe’s got this. You should be proud he’s your son,” Joe’s dad smiled, keeping his promise to have his son’s back even though the price was fairly steep.

“Now for the terms of your restriction, Barbie! Don’t’ give me that look! You knew you would have to do more than just your regular chores!” Joe pretended his little sister had given him a sour look. She hadn’t because she was so intimidated and embarrassed being spoken about as if she wasn’t even in the room.

“Well, we can talk about that later, Joseph! We’re going to have to get a move on if we’re going to get Barbara or Barbie or whatever she is today something to wear to school tomorrow,” Helen was secretly excited to do a shopping run. Sebastian was a pretty small town, and they’d have to drive quite a distance to reach a mall before it closed. They’d never make it in time, and she still had dinner to prepare. “I’m so sad that dress was ruined. It would have looked lovely on you. If you are still going to homecoming, I’ve got a few old gowns I could let Barbar ... Barbie use until we can get to Burlington’s this weekend. There’s one just a couple of hours from here we could go to and make a day of it!” Helen exclaimed, realizing her opportunity. “She can probably borrow some of my or Ariel’s clothes for school tomorrow,” she said.

The prospect of Barbie in his mother’s dowdy blouses and stonewashed jeans did not appeal to Joe at all. He looked at his father for help.

“Not this time, honey, Gerald gently told his wife, very glad he’d been primed by Joe. This is Joe’s chance to show us what he’s got. I’ve told him he’s to see to it that Barbie replaces all her ruined clothes herself and if she can’t, she can go to school naked for all I care,” he declared boldly, not meaning a word of it.

Gerald! Our daughter is NOT going to go to school naked!” Helen said, outraged by her husband’s comment.

“It’s just a common-man’s expression,” Gerald assured his wife with a laugh. Joe would never allow his sister to do such a thing. This is JOE, remember?”

“Please, Joe. You won’t do anything that will cause me to become the laughing stock of the Bridge Club, will you?”

“Mooooom. Jeez. Who do you think I am?” Joe said, hiding his smile.

I’ve even decided that Barbie needs to learn that what she did was wrong on multiple levels. What if she’d done that to your eighty dollars bath towels? What if you went to put your racquetball outfit on only to find she’d washed it with the colors? No, she needs to learn how to do laundry PROPERLY, and I’m going to help with that as well.”

“I’d prefer to keep her away from the laundry altogether!” Helen was aghast at the idea it could have been HER clothes that had been ruined.

“And have a daughter that can’t wash her husband’s clothes? Mom! Seriously. No. Barbie’s going to CAREFULLY wash all the clothes, air dry what can be hung on the line, then she’s going to CAREFULLY fold each and every piece of laundry before putting it away in the correct places. That includes Kevin’s skid-marked tighty whities. But she’ll scrub those with a brush if that’s what it takes,” Joe decreed.

Helen was hyper-organized and believed that there should be a place for everything, and everything should be in its place. Joe knew that what he suggested would appeal to his mother. She was also a passionate advocate of the old fashioned idea of hanging things out on the clothesline to dry in the sunshine. There just wasn’t enough time or clothesline to hang EVERYTHING out there. The fact that Joe was going to make sure his sister did such a good job taking care of their laundry really appealed to Helen. She found it hard to argue with that.

“Please, Joseph. Come on! Not Kevin’s underwear. How about if I buy him new shorts each week instead?” Barbie finally added to the discussion. Joe could see that she was having a hard time completely hiding her smile.

“See what I mean, guys?” Joe appealed to his parents. “Barbie doesn’t even understand the idea that waste is causing so much global warming!” He nearly slapped his head in mock frustration and wondered aloud what they were teaching kids in school these days but held himself in check. He didn’t want to oversell the ideas he was putting forth. Instead, he changed tack a little.

“No, Barbie. We aren’t going to bleach Kevin’s underwear to within an inch of uselessness. We aren’t going to run out and buy him new underwear every week either,” he said, ensuring his mom and dad heard him say ‘we’ as if he himself would be helping with the laundry. He figured that would be the biggest persuader to his parents. Then another thought struck him.

“Undergarments will all be hand washed until they look new again!” Joe insisted. “Mom works hard all day to prepare dinner and take care of the house in ways you can’t even imagine,” he patronized his mother. She loved him for noticing that. One of her pet peeves was not getting recognized for all the little things she did.

“You said you wanted to help out yesterday more around the house. Well, you will get your wish, Barbie! You couldn’t even be bothered to half-set up the dinner table yesterday. I want you in there BEFORE every meal-offering to help mom with whatever she can! You might even learn some of her secret recipes for yourself! You can do all the things that she needs to do but never has time for!”

“Joe, that isn’t fair!” Barbie almost forgot she was supposed to argue with her brother. She protested half-heartedly.

“Whoever said life was fair?” Joe quoted another of his father’s favorite lines. “You should be thankful you have your mom to share the years of wisdom she has about home-making with you. Hanging out with her is a master class in how to behave yourself with poise! That should continue even after your restriction!”

Helen loved her children dearly, and even though they often got on her nerves, the one secret fear she had was that they were all growing up far too quickly. She didn’t want to admit that she was longing to spend one on one time with her daughter and pass down her knowledge.

“Dad works his fingers to the bone for this family. He is the sole breadwinner. Do you know how much stress that must be for him? No, of course not! Then to come home and find out you destroyed the clothes paid for with his blood, sweat, and tears because you were careless? “ Joe was laying it on a little too thick, but Gerald loved hearing him say it anyway.

“Then, after he walks in that door, SOLVES all of our problems with Mom IF he has time left over, he has to do all the big chores around the house? Well, I think you know what that means? You are going to bring him and Mom a drink or fetch whatever they need when they ask for it! You’ll hop up off your lazy butt and get it for them right away! Plus, you’ll do anything Dad would normally need to do while he relaxes and reads the news so he can de-stress!”