Hot Summer Job/Head out with Carrie.

"Uh, yeah?"

You didn't think you offered for Carrie to walk you home, but you aren't about to refuse her either. You just wish she would get properly dressed before walking through the neighborhood. It's weird to go for a walk in what amount to pajamas, especially with another person. It's as if she wants to advertise to the neighbors that she just woke up with you. But you still pull on your shirt and go for a stroll.

Carrie seems nervous once you're actually headed home. She quietly rambles to you as you walk, first about how last night was so new and special, then going on about "roleplay" and "harmless fantasies" and insisting she's a good mom. You nod and agree with her, as if you'd ever say otherwise, but she feels the need to continue to defend herself.

Maybe she's had a hard time with other guys before, but it's not like you're going to snitch on her. You were the one who admitted to thinking about her 9 year old daughter while she jerked you off. But frankly you'd say anything she wanted if it meant fucking her again. You've heard bad things about sticking your dick inside crazy, but you had no idea how good of a lay crazy was.

You arrive at home a few minutes later, the brisk walk helping to wake you up, but before you enter your house Carrie asks that you sneak inside.

"Why?" you ask.

"Just in case," is all she says. You're not sure what she's worried about, but you agree.

Carefully opening the door, Carrie tiptoes ahead of you and heads straight for the bedrooms. You can hear the TV on after you step inside, although it isn't very loud. You figure there's no need to go upstairs, but you let Carrie check anyway. When you enter the living room you find all of the girls there. No one cares about the TV since they are all fast asleep. The living room is a huge mess, but the girls were totally unsupervised so that's not surprising. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing everything is fine, then do a double take once you realize what state they're truly in.

Kylie is laying with Bree on the couch, spooning your sister. Bree is wearing a t-shirt and that's all, your younger sibling sleeping bottomless. Kylie isn't even that well dressed, the ginger teen snuggling your sis in the nude save for a single sock. One of Kylie's hands is up underneath Bree's shirt while both of their legs are intertwined. They look peaceful, but way more like lesbian lovers than they ought to.

Larissa meanwhile is sleeping on the floor, only partially covered by a blanket, but wearing a pair of your boxers with her sister's training bra. Both of those articles are quite loose on her tiny frame. She has a mess of marker on her face though with some scattered black ink across her body as well. There are lots of messy scribbles and marks, although some of the scribbles are recognizable, most notably a rough looking horse drawn on her shoulder, a curly moustache above her top lip, and the words "USE ME" in big bold letters across her forehead.

After Carrie comes back down the stairs she raises an eyebrow at you while you both survey the compromising situation you've walked in on. As harmless as the scene first appeared, these girls don't look especially innocent on closer inspection.

Carrie decides to wake Larissa up sweetly, rubbing her arm, then moves to Kylie to pet her red hair. It isn't until the sisters blink themselves awake and realize that their mom is unexpectedly present that Carrie decides to freak out, clapping and shouting, pulling both her girls and your sister to their feet to stand at attention in the living room and explain themselves.

"What the hell were you girls doing all night?"

The younger girls look to Kylie to respond. "Nothing," she says meekly, hugging her flawless threadbare skin. Your sister is also squirming, covering her crotch with her hands while trapped between Callahans. Larissa is the least phased of the three of them, but she could just be tired.

Carrie waves her hand around the room, bringing attention to the mess; bedding, overturned chairs, spilled drinks, chips and snacks, and a fully unfurled roll of toilet paper are just some of what decorates the disaster that is now your living room. "This is nothing? This is not nothing!" Carrie then gestures at her youngest. "What about Larissa? What did you do to your sister?"

"Nothing!" repeats Kylie.

"Look at her!" Carrie exclaims. Even Larissa looks down at herself, as if she had no idea what her mom was referring to. "Why did you draw on her?"

"I didn't! She... did that herself!"

Carrie directs a look of disbelief at Kylie's lie as Kylie insists it's true. It's only when Kylie glares at her sister for not saying anything that Larissa decides to nod in confirmation. However unlikely an explanation this is, Carrie moves on, now directing her dissatisfaction at her younger daughter.

"And why are you wearing Riley's underwear?"

"Bree dared her to!" Kylie is quick to explain. Larissa just nods again. Your sister squirms in place pulling down on the front of her t-shirt. You're not sure if that's her guilt showing or her desire to not be implicated.

Carrie looks back at you, shaking her head as if sharing her displeasure, before barking an order at her child. "Take those off!"

Larissa hardly has to push the boxers down at all before they fall off her butt and careen to the floor. This reveals more scrawled marks on her skin, including a crude penis on one side of her pelvis and something else written right above her pussy: "Poké-me"

"Kylie!"

"What!?" stomps the teen, increasingly less concerned about covering herself while trying to out-anger her mom.

"What do you think?!"

Kylie looks over and shrugs. "It's not a big deal, mom."

"Oh really? Riley, tell me what you can see on my 9 year old's body."

"Umm... a penis?"

"You drew a cock on your little sister's vagina!" shouts Carrie.

Kylie covers her face, as if this were happening in a food court. "Mom! Jesus!"

"Do you see, Riley? This is exactly why I can't leave her alone with her sister!"

"Yeah. You're right."

"Just look at my little princess!" Carrie crouches in front of Larissa, rubbing at tiny black stars that dot her little girl's bald pussy.

"Disgraceful," you add, shaking your head. Kylie jerks her head to the side and scowls at you, dropping both her jaw and her tongue, as if puking.

Rissa lazily parts her knees and watches her mom inspect her, Carrie carefully rubbing each of Larissa's stars to see if they come off. They don't, but some of the pussy stars are curiously smudged, curious due to the lack of smudged ink anywhere else.

"It was just a sleepover!" insists Kylie. "No one died. Gawd! We were just having fun!"

While Kylie complains, Carrie pulls the ill-fitting bra off of her youngest daughter. She runs her hands over all of Rissa's bared torso to check everything that has been scrawled on her, searching for more ink. You're just puzzled that the horse on her shoulder has five legs, only to then realize that there are only four... but you don't feel the need to bring that up.

Carrie soon turns Larissa around which reveals a low arrow pointing down her back with two more words adorning her nubile frame just above her butt.

"Rape me?!? You wrote 'rape me' on your little sister?! Oh, wait, wait, my mistake. She wrote 'rape me' on her own back, didn't she?"

Kylie scoffs at being caught in that lie, trying to sound indifferent. "Whatever. It doesn't matter." But her mom takes her response differently than she expected.

"Oh, really? You're right! Words don't mean anything, do they!? Go ahead everyone! Rape my daughter! ...what are you waiting for Riley? Fuck her! Fuck her right here in front of all of us! No, I'm sorry... you rape her, just like it says, kicking and screaming until she begs you for more. Just stuff her full of your mean high school dick and fill... her..." Carrie had walked up to you as she ranted, barely catching herself as her brain wandered into questionable territory. She turns back to Kylie just then, adding, "Because it doesn't matter, right?!"

Larissa turns to face everyone and glances between Kylie and Carrie with an otherwise blank expression, giving her butt a scratch and patiently waiting to see what happens while they continue to argue. Kylie is trying to come up with some other explanation or excuse but is mostly fuming with unjustified anger, her pale, compact little tits lightly bouncing as she points and gestures. She clearly screwed up even though she's unwilling to admit it, but is still fixated on her supposed innocence. It becomes clear why she's avoiding admitting to anything moments later.

"Nope! You are so grounded! Where's your phone?"

"Mom! No!"

After some more yelling, Carrie locates Kylie's phone amongst the mess and makes her daughter unlock it. Carrie then places her hand over Larissa's eyes and takes a photo of the girl's face and chest. You're not sure if she's hiding Larissa's features or "secretly" taking a picture. But then she moves down to take another of Larissa's doodled crotch, a full on pussy pic. Finally she turns Rissa around for one last photo, capturing the wildly inappropriate tramp stamp, before she starts tapping and swiping across the screen.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to show your friends what a Picasso you are."

"Mom! Are you kidding? What are you sending them?! Don't you dare!"

"Look... at what I like... to do to my sister... when I think no one... will catch me..." reads Carrie as she types.

"MOM!" screams Kylie. "Stop!"

"...sent!"

"ARRGH!!!" Kylie flails her arms and kicks the air, miming her rage while she bares her teeth. "Why would you do that?!"

Carrie shoves the phone in her robe and waves her hand. "Alright, enough of this shit. Put some clothes on so you can go home to start being grounded."

"NO!" stomps Kylie. "Not until you take back what you sent!"

Carrie crosses her arms and sticks a hip out, smirking at her daughter's continued obstinance. "I'm doing no such thing. And neither are you because you just lost your phone. What, you thought I'd let you get away with this? Someone needs to see the shit you do. You should feel lucky I picked your friends."

"I'm lucky?!"

"Yeah, you're lucky I didn't post that shit on all your socials! I fucking should too, before you can lie to them like you lie to me. What're you gonna tell them once you get your phone back anyway? 'Whoopsie! I didn't mean to tell people to rape my baby sister! My hand just slipped when I was drawing that cock on her pussy!' Something like that? Is that what you'd say?"

"No... I'd say you're a bitch..."

Kylie mumbled her jab quietly but nowhere near quiet enough. Carrie's eyes fill with fury and an already quiet room gets quieter. Kylie knows she's made this worse, the look of regret crossing her face immediately.

"I... I mean..."

Carol angrily shrugs off her robe and pushes it at Larissa. "Here. We're going."

"O-okay, just let m-"

Carol shoves Kylie, interrupting her. "No, now! Leave! Go!"

"But my stuff!"

"No. We're leaving."

"I'm naked!"

"Your problem," she says flatly, pushing Kylie to the door step by step.

"M-mom! I d-didn't mean tha-"

"Oh, excuse me? I'm mom now? What happened to bitch, huh?"

"Mom... I..."

"You think I'm a bitch. I'll show you a bitch!"

You and your sis follow the train wreck as it spills into daylight, Carrie shoving her pleading 13 year old out into the neighborhood. Larissa meanwhile is tagging close behind, still pulling on her mom's robe that's dragging on the ground. The young moustached girl turns back to you and Bree with an amused giggle and a wave.

"Thanks for the sleepover!"

It's so odd how accepting Larissa is of all this. Maybe she enjoys seeing her sister get in trouble. Or maybe this sort of thing is a regular occurrence in their household.

You stare with awe from your front door, one last fleeting glimpse of Larissa's marked body through her open robe before she scrambles to keep up with her mom and sister, Kylie's nudity convincing the teen to move much faster now that she's outside.

Quietly closing the door, you remind yourself not to cross Carol, then slowly turn to your sister. Her face is beet red, glancing away from you, and is unable to meet your gaze as you try to figure out where to go from here.

"So, uh... I... I'm gonna shower. Unless you want to."

Bree really thinks about it, a long pause, before shaking her head. "I'll get dressed."

You nod, still facing each other, and eventually shuffle away from the door with your sis at your side. Bree tries to let you go in front of her but you wave her up the stairs first. You weren't thinking about the fact that Bree is bottomless right now, but you sure do when you're staring squarely at her round bum.

Bree calmly slips a hand behind her in an attempt to cover her behind but there are two things that really stand out, besides each of her bare ass cheeks. It turns out that Larissa wasn't the only one to taste sharpie last night as the words "Slap Here" are written on one side of your sister's ass with a black outline of a handprint drawn on the other side. But the thing that is even more intriguing is that something is sparkling in the crack of your sister's butt.

It takes you a moment, but you've seen enough porn to recognize the jewel encrusted metal butt plug wedged into your sister's ass and lightly spreading her young cheeks. The round flat plastic crystal on the end of it is clear and sparkles enough like a diamond for it to catch your eye, that is if you weren't already staring at the underside of Bree's ass.

You only get a few seconds to take it in. Your sister can feel your eyes on her as you both ascend and she abruptly rushes to her room the moment she hits the top of the stairs.

• Shower and give your sister some space.
• Follow Bree and ask her what happened.