It was no secret that Violet Baudelaire loved to experiment.
Whenever the eldest Baudelaire sibling tied her hair up with a red ribbon, you knew the gears of her brain were working on something new and interesting to her. This was usually a device of the mechanical sort, like a sort of arm that would retrieve skipping stones after they'd sunk into the water or a grappling hook that automatically retracted, pulling its user toward the target.
But not every experiment was related to engineering. Sometimes, there was just some new experience she had heard about and wanted desperately to understand the appeal. One evening, as she was helping Klaus put some of his books away, she noticed one on foreign fashions. She scanned the open page for a moment before closing it and her eyes became glued to a very risqué image. A woman's skirt was flipped up, and beneath it the woman was not wearing any underwear.
At first, Violet blushed and started to close the book, not wanting to think about how her younger brother was apparently becoming interested in the female body. But then she began to wonder why exactly any woman would want to expose herself that way. Panties had many useful qualities, including providing additional warmth beneath her skirt, to lessen the friction of her other clothing against her skin (freedom of movement was essential in testing out some of her inventions) and to provide her with additional modesty whenever she found herself on a high surface where others could look up at her from below.
Nonetheless, Violet returned the book to its appropriate placement on the shelf in their massive library and continued to aid in the tidying up, at least until Klaus let out one final yawn and announced he was retiring to his bedroom. Violet agreed to finish picking up the books and listened for the sound of her younger brother closing his bedroom door, then hurried to where she had placed the tome on foreign fashions.
She returned to the risqué image and moved her finger down the page to the caption before reading it quietly to herself. "The lack of underwear allows for a breeze to directly come into contact with the female genitalia, often causing sexual arousal. The possibility of having one's nether regions exposed, either from the wind picking up one's skirt or from standing at a position high above one's associates might also cause sexual titillation."
Violet was blushing furiously now and her free hand instinctively pressed against her groin through the thin material of her nightgown. "Could Klaus really be interested in this sort of thing?" But that wasn't the only thought on the girl's mind. She was also wondering whether there was any truth to the pleasurable feelings the book suggested.
The eldest Baudelaire looked around and listened carefully to be sure that she was truly alone. Then she reached down with both hands, lifting her nightgown up and grasping her thin silk panties from beneath. Every sound in the mansion seemed magnified as she slowly lowered them down her bare legs, before stepping out of them one foot at a time.
She was trembling a bit now, and decided to take a seat in father's most comfortable chair by the fireplace. In the dim light, she held up her own discarded panties and noticed something peculiar. There was a slightly damp spot on the front center portion of the material. She didn't even realize she had begun to self-lubricate and was excited to see how quickly the results of her experiment were already making themselves known.
Violet turned to see where she had set her notebook down. She would have to report her findings in detail, perhaps with a sketch of her juice-stained underwear in order to be completely thorough. But before she could fully plan out even her experimental thesis statement, she heard footsteps rounding the corner down the hall. Slightly out of sorts, Violet froze up and only managed to dispose of her panties over the back of the chair before the source of the noise entered the doorway.
"Oh, you're still up, Violet?" Klaus was wiping his eye groggily before replacing his glasses. "If I had known my mess would take so long to clean up, I wouldn't have left you alone to it."
Violet shook her head. "It's fine, Klaus. There's actually only one book left to put away. I was just using the time to think of a new experiment."
Her brother smirked as he crossed over to the table. "Perhaps something else for the beach tomorrow?"
Violet nodded. "Something like that…" In fact, Violet hadn't even considered continuing her experimentation out in public, but as she watched her brother pick up the last remaining book, she realized the study would be far from comprehensive if she didn't investigate every possibility.
The middle Baudelaire picked up the tome, and blushed as he realized what he had left out. "I sure hope she didn't notice what page I had left it open to… She'd surely tease me throughout our trip tomorrow if she knew…" As he pondered Violet's potential reaction to his newfound teenage lust, his eyes rose to his sister resting on father's chair in her nightie. He froze, his eyes widening.
Violet had been lost in thought for a second when she realized her brother had stopped speaking. She turned to see him holding his book on foreign fashions, his face bright red and his eyes glued to her. Well, not to her exactly, but to a seemingly exceptional sight just a few feet down from what a proper person would consider a polite place to look.
The eldest Baudelaire's mind raced. "He couldn't possibly know what I'm up to, could he? No, my nightgown is too long for anything to be visible. Perhaps he's just worried that I saw what he was reading and is mortified I might tease him in the morning? I'll have to be more sensitive to his newfound…"
Her thoughts came to a halt as she shifted her leg. That's when she felt the problem. Two problems to be precise. Firstly, she suddenly became aware of the hem of her nightie, resting against her thigh. She must have sat down so quickly she didn't notice it become so bunched up that her entire legs were visible.
Second, in her solitude, she had mistakenly placed each leg on either side of the chair, forgetting her feminine courtesies. Violet became just as mortified as her brother as she realized her lack of undergarments must have been clearly visible to Klaus, if not prominently on display in her lewd position.
The eldest Baudelaire just wanted to curl up into a ball, but she realized this was no way for a proper girl to act. She would have to hold strong and act as if nothing was amiss until Klaus regained his composure.
Though the staredown felt like an eternity for both siblings, Klaus had in fact managed to avert his gaze within five seconds before turning to place his erotic book back on the shelf. He could feel his manhood growing in his striped pajama pants and carefully edged his way toward the library's exit without facing his sister again.
"G-goodnight, Klaus…"
Klaus turned awkwardly to give an affirmative nod and a response, only furthering their embarrassment by getting one final look at his sister's immodest position as well as giving his own bulge a bit of accidental exposure. "S-see you in the morning…"
Then the Baudelaire brother raced up the stairs back to his bedroom, one hand already buried in pants, fondling his growing cock.
Back in the library, Violet let out a deep gasp and she finally pulled her legs inward. She had never expected the feelings of arousal described in the book to be so intense. But the combination of her bare pussy being exposed to the open air, her brother seeing it and the quick glimpse of Klaus's body reacting to her exposure had done more than just arouse her.
The eldest Baudelaire's body felt like it was on fire. Her developing breasts felt hot and heavy beneath her arms and her thighs were sticky with juices. She lifted her nightgown up to her stomach and studied her genitals. The lips were pink and swollen and glistening with her liquids. Her clitoris was completely visible at the top, just above her urethra. She was unsure whether to begin diagramming it in her notebook or just forgetting about the experiment for a moment and pleasuring herself right there in the library.
In the end, Violet decided to do both, one hand shakily describing the events that had transpired with Klaus and his book, the other massaging her button with her thumb and massaging her inner lips with two more digits. She bit her lip to keep her gasps and moans to a minimum, but she couldn't help but think Klaus would enjoy hearing them upstairs.
Indeed, Klaus had emancipated himself from his lower garments at his bedroom door and was lying in bed, his toes curling as he furiously stroked his pubescent manhood.
As both siblings reached their climaxes, gasping each other's names just quietly enough to avoid arousing suspicion, neither could possibly imagine this would be the last enjoyable moment for a very long time.
When Violet returned to bed with her sketchbook in hand, legs still wobbly from her orgasm, she forgot to retrieve her panties from the floor behind the chair. Nevertheless, they would not be discovered by any other individual, as they were destroyed in the same fire that destroyed the entire mansion.
The next morning, Violet chose a pale pink dress, a powder blue sweater and matching shoes and socks for the family trip to the beach. She opened her underwear drawer briefly, but smirked to herself mischievously as she decided to once again forgo them. Perhaps the feeling of the cool beach air on her exposed nether regions would provide a different sensation than the warm library did last night? Perhaps Klaus might even get another peek beneath her very short dress?
Alas, though the feeling of attending the beach sans panties was satisfyingly titillating for the eldest Baudelaire sibling, the choice to leave the mansion that morning without a single pair of underwear would prove to be a very unfortunate one.
As Mr. Poe approached the three siblings on Briny Beach that dreary morning, there was so much bad news waiting for the children. But Violet could never have expected that her experiment that morning would result in her going without panties for a very long time.
