Hot Summer Job/Chase her downstairs

The thought of fucking Rissa in your little sister's bed is enticing, but the idea of Carol's daughters watching each other getting fucked at the same time is something you just can't pass up.

Reaching past Rissa, you grab the bunched up sheets she's burrowing into and strip them from the bed.

"RAWR!" you roar.

Larissa squeals in joyful surprise with you looming over her, but other than tucking her arms in she barely moves from her spot hanging off the side of the bed. You grab onto her ankles and pull her up and into the air, suspending her upside down by her feet. The tip of your stiff prick pokes her belly button as you pull her warm body close to yours.

You wrap one arm around her legs, pinning them against your chest and freeing up one hand to tickle her butt. She bucks and writhes and laughs, her bum clenching under your fingers. She quickly wiggles her way free, flopping onto the carpet. You roar a second time which makes her scramble to her feet and drunkenly stumble out of the room, her pigtails flying, the girl squealing the entire time. She immediately descends the stairs but you keep your distance not wanting her to fall from moving too fast.

She throws you off when she takes a sharp turn at the bottom of the stairs. You're not sure why she's heading in that direction, except...

You rush down the last few steps then bolt around the corner. Your suspicion confirmed, you're not surprised to see her standing in front of an open front door. But you are surprised to see someone standing opposite her.

"Oh, umm... hey. Y-you ordered one cheese and one p-pepperoni, right? This... is this the right house?"

Your heart practically stops. It's the pizza guy. And you're standing buck naked with a glistening erection next to a drunk and equally naked grade schooler. As he nervously recites your order however you notice that the delivery boy is even younger than you are. Maybe only 15. When you realize this you're able to quickly compose yourself. He's essentially your peer. You doubt you have anything to worry about.

"Werr havin a sleepover!" Larissa announces proudly.

"Yeah, come on in!" you answer him, gesturing casually.

You push Larissa forward. She happily grabs his arm and leads him inside. Reaching around him you make sure to lock the door.

"Faster, do it faster!"

Following Kylie's urgent plea you all drift towards the two girls fucking in the living room. Your sister is bent forward above the redheaded girl, humping away blindly; drunk, horny, and semi delirious, she's fucking the vocal teenager as best as she can. Neither girl seems to notice or care that they now have an audience.

Bree is moaning and panting like some primal little breast. Kylie leans forward and strips Bree's t-shirt from her slender frame, leaving Bree wearing nothing but the hefty strap-on. Your sis is entirely indifferent to this, her arms obediently rising with the shirt then flopping back down afterward. She doesn't so much as slow her thrusting for a moment, as if her own pleasure were entirely dependent on the forward motion of the thick dildo she's pumping into Kylie's needy little pussy. The older teen then reaches up and rubs her hands all over Bree's body, her flat chest and arched back already damp with sweat thanks to the t-shirt.

The look on the delivery boy's face is of utter amazement, truly shocked.

"Here, I'll get you some cash." You take the pizza from him and drop it on the counter of the kitchen. "What's your name?"

"Jayden," he replies, barely glancing away from the scene in front of him.

You return after a moment with a fistful of bills and start counting them off next to your guest. Your cock has softened slightly thanks to this interruption, now more of a semi than the raging hard on you've been sporting. But if anything that has only made your dick look bigger, swollen and swinging about in front of your thighs. You gaze down at it and tap your heel against the floor to make it shake a little, your own inebriation making you chuckle.

"You like them, Jayden?" you ask him pointedly, trying to exude the confidence of a suburban pimp.

"I... I should go," he replies, his eyes darting between your wagging cock and Larissa who is still holding him.

He really is nervous. You probably would be too if you stumbled across something like this. But can you trust him not to tell anyone?

• Tell him he should stay and have some fun
• Offer him all of your money to buy his silence
• You can't trust him. Don't let him leave.