Author's Note: This story was written as an entry in the "750 Word Project" for 2022. The minimum length this site will accept for any story is 750 words, and it led to this particular challenge. Can you write a compelling story and make it EXACTLY 750 words? I'm not saying this is compelling, but I did nail the word count.
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I come from a long line of practical jokers. We are constantly playing elaborate pranks on each otherβthe more outrageous, the better. My sister once appeared on the Weather Channel wearing a bikini in the middle of winter. She played the "dumb blonde" role when she asked the reporter for directions to the beach.
Our town is a thousand miles from any beach. My family watched that broadcast and we all laughed our asses off.
Of course, my sister only got on camera because she is smoking hot. That bikini showed off her huge natural boobsβa hallmark of all the women in my familyβand I'm sure the segment did wonders for their ratings. Within minutes of that newscast, our phones lit up with friends and relatives calling and congratulating my sister. Our parents were proud, as was I.
That's just how our family is. The well-executed prank was our ultimate success.
If you've spent any time at all looking at "viral" YouTube videos, you've likely seen most of my family without knowing it. We love dressing up and acting like we have no clue.
Aunt Mel has more hits than any of us. She has mastered the role of the clueless, gorgeous bimbo. It's almost impossible to get her to break character.
When she showed up at our Halloween bash dressed in that obscene "I Dream of Jeannie" outfit, everyone laughed. Well, everyone in our family. It was a truly boner-inspiring outfit, and left almost nothing to the imagination. We had more laughs as guys who weren't relatives struggled to hide obvious erections, then had to deal with their jealous wives or girlfriends.
Mel just wandered about the party as if she didn't have a care in the world, and her voluptuous body shook alluringly beneath those transparent layers of fabric. I laughed, but I was as aroused as anyone. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Then I looked closer and realized that she wasn't wearing panties, either.