Hot Summer Job/Start jerking it in their kitchen

You need some release. No sooner are you alone do you grab your swollen member and pump it furiously. This is the craziest situation you've ever been in. Carrie was paying an awful lot of attention to her little girl's pubescent pussy. Even more than she'd given to your cock before then. What exactly is it that she's "into" anyway? Does it matter as long as you get laid? You close your eyes and try to focus on your pleasure.

You can still smell Carrie's musk in the air, probably from what she deposited along your length before she left. Thinking about her so much makes you feel guilty that you're jerking off right now. She literally asked you to save your erection for her. Your pumping slows to a stop as you try to decide what to do.

Your hand clenching the middle of your shaft, you squeeze yourself over and over with maddening little pulses. If only it was Carrie's snatch convulsing on your cock. As your mind wanders some more your hand holds fast. You want to do as Carrie asked of you. But your body has other ideas. Your hips start to buck forward, forcing your head to peek out from your foreskin and then pull back inside when you relax.

Can you really make it the whole day like this? You should just cum. Just cum and make everything better.

You open your eyes to find something to catch your seed and find an unexpected surprise. Larissa is standing off to the side, still bare as a babe, intently watching you hump and jerk away. But she's holding something in her arms.

"Hey!" you call out, which sends Rissa running. "That's my clothes!" As if she didn't know.

Larissa squeals as she scampers up the staircase with your small bundle of clothing. You take a step to run after her but pause. Carrie's conscience is contagious it seems. It would be a lot inappropriate to chase down her naked daughter with your raging hard on. But if she steals your clothes you don't have a lot of other options.

You grab Larissa's nightie from the floor and throw it over your erection before taking chase.

"Larissa, come back here!" You try your damnedest to sound stern. You get no response though. By the time you scale the stairs she's already out of sight. You race to her room and duck inside, but find it empty.

- CLICK -

The sound comes from the hallway behind you. Carrie's room.

"Larissa?" You approach the master bedroom and try the handle. Yep, locked. "Can you give me my clothes please?" You bang on the door and yell a few more times, trying to hold back your urgency and frustration from your voice.

"Riley? What are you doing? And why are you naked?"

You turn to see Kylie peeking out of her bedroom. From the little you can see, she isn't exactly well dressed herself.

"I should ask you the same question," you snark back.

"I asked you first." She looks down at the fabric draped over your obviously erect cock. "Ew, are you jerking off into my sister's nightie?!"

"No, I-"

"Then why do you have it? And why isn't she wearing it?"

"It's not my fault. It's... complicated. You see, your mo-"

The green fabric shrouding your stiffy is suddenly pulled away from you, causing your cock to bounce. You turn back to Carrie's door and slam your palm against it just as it latches. You grab the handle and turn, the very moment after it clicks once again.

"Larissa!"

"Wow..."

You turn back toward Kylie who quickly looks up from your cock.

"What?" you ask sharply.

"Oh, nothing. I just haven't... you looked biggie with her nightie."

"Gee, Thanks."

"So why are you jacking it in our house exactly?"

You open your mouth to counter the nudist redhead before realizing that you totally were jacking it a moment ago. But she doesn't have to know that.

"I'm just... excited, that's all."

"And what does that mean exactly?"

"It means your mom... it means it's none of your business."

Kylie leans further into the hallway. "Mom? What was mom doing with you?"

"They were spanking me."

Carrie's door is open again with the thief standing just inside it. You have the urge to burst inside, but seeing Larissa calmly standing there wearing her nightie again tells you your clothes are likely tucked away somewhere quite safe.

"They were spanking you?" asks Kylie, as curious as she is incredulous.

"I wasn't spanking anyone," you clarify.

Larisa tugs at her sleepwear sheepishly, her cheeks still flush from before. "It's okay. It wasn't a normal spanking..."

• Interrupt Larissa and try to explain
• Let Larissa describe it