Hot Summer Job/Turn your focus to Kylie

With Carrie's encouragement and Larissa left with nothing, the innocent stripped girl anxiously pressing her hands between her legs, you turn your attention to her big sister. Carrie meanwhile is getting a bit chatty.

"This one won't stop getting naked so being stripped to her panties is probably tame for her, eh Kylie? Oh, right, I know what you want to say: 'It's too hot' or my favorite, that you 'have nothing to wear', isn't that right? You're such a horny little fox you are."

Kylie scowls slightly and pouts her lips. She is not enjoying being called out like this. Maybe she thought she was sneakily getting away with being naughty all the time but finding every possible excuse to be naked is hardly sneaky.

Carrie's oldest troublemaker almost looks nervous now as you approach, but it's so hard to tell with her. The teen is avoiding your gaze with her arms unnaturally stiff at her sides. She has her legs crossed tight as they've been for some time now. Her thighs clench together whenever she shifts her stance, pushing her hips one way, then the other. Her hip thrusts are happening pretty regularly in fact, far more often than she should need just for balance.

It's especially weird seeing Kylie clothed while you (with Larissa of course) are completely naked. It's best you do something about that.

You walk past Kylie, slowly moving your way around her, a new recruit up for inspection. You face her from the side and step up, your cock bumping against her forearm when you close the distance between you. Your stiff shaft slides across her silky skin and you twist ever so slightly to put pressure on it and make sure it continues to do so.

Jittery hands come together to grip their target, gently pressing on Kylie's bared stomach and back well below her crop top but above her leggings. Up close her bottoms look to be little more than colorful tights. It's hard to tell in this lighting but they look slightly sheer. You cock your head and look down, really examining the front of them. It takes you a moment to realize what you're 'supposed' to be doing here, and it's not stare at Kylie's crotch while touching her body.

You slide your hands up her trim torso and under the gap offered by her crop top. Her bra is sitting lower than you expect, bumping into it quickly. You surreptitiously slide your hand over a sizeable cup and squeeze. The shaped material easily gives way, but that's all you can feel with your quick grope. It's almost like there's nothing there.

"I don't see clothes coming off," warns Carrie.

"I just... Okay." You were about to throw out some excuse about how you didn't know where to start, but you doubt Carrie cares.

The bra situation is curious but those leggings are too enticing. You drop into a squat, your persisting erection sliding down Kylie's arm and bouncing off her fingertips. Your hands traverse her midsection and slip inside the front and back of her bottoms in unison. As soon as you feel how thin the material is you're positive these are only tights. They are mostly opaque but tights nonetheless. While that revelation is washing over you, your hands run along the inside edge, back and forth, inching the tights lower and lower. And that's when you arrive at a second realisation; your fingers are now in her pubes.

You pull your hands away sharply. You accidentally (sorta) stripped Larissa naked when you weren't supposed to. Carrie wasn't exactly impressed, although she did have some fun. You got away with it the first time, but you'd rather not make that mistake twice.

A glance up at Kylie catches her off guard. She looks away as soon as she's caught staring down at you. She's so nervous now she's gnawing on her bottom lip hard enough to break the skin..

Reaching across to her far hip you pinch the top edge of either side of her tights, making doubly sure not to grab any extra material. You pull at both sides of the stretchy fabric, guiding it away from her body to be certain you can clear her panties without incident. Living up to her reputation, Kylie has guaranteed that isn't a problem. She isn't wearing anything under these thin tights.

You return the tights to her pelvis but only after pulling them down a good few inches. That's all it takes to expose the top half of her mound to the room, just short of her slit. A wispy little patch of fiery red pubic hair stands proudly above her concealed pussy telling everyone what you've just discovered.

"She's not wearing underwear," you dutifully inform Carrie.

"And? Whose fault is that? Besides, I'd think a virile boy like yourself would be excited to find that. Although..." Carrie raises an eyebrow. "You do look pretty excited. Kylie! Uncross your legs! Riley has a job to do."

Kylie responds with a groan but opens up as ordered. She instead crosses her arms seeking some other form of protection. Of course that does nothing to shield her sex as you swiftly strip her of her tights. She tries to step out of them but you don't bother to help, leaving her tights stranded at her ankles. It's so much more satisfying peering up at her blue bra just under her crop top and her tights around her ankles with nothing covered in between. Her bared sex at eye level, you can smell her excitement trickling into the air.

Emboldened, you stand up and force Kylie's arms away from her chest. You lift the floating edge of the crop top and quickly peel it off of her, walking away with it without a second look. You wait until you hand the top off to Carrie before you spin around and take in her eldest daughter from a distance. Drinking in the sight of this tight little teen, her flawless milky skin, her subtle hips, her nearly hairless pussy, it makes your heart race. You wish you could bend her over an-

"Kylie! What are you doing wearing my bra?"

Kylie stomps her foot, nearly falling over as she's tripped up by her tights. "Just... buy me a push up already!"

"You're 13! Besides, you couldn't be any perkier."

"Mom!" whines Kylie.

"Riley, would you please steal back my bra from that little thief?"

RRRRRING

The sound of a phone ringing is jarring, mostly because it sounds like it's a home phone. Who still has a home phone these days?

RRRRRING

"Don't worry, I'll get it," gripes Carrie, rolling her eyes. She walks past Larissa who was closest to the phone yet continued to stand quietly with her hands tightly buried in her crotch. "Hello?"

You see no reason to wait for Carrie. A few strides and you're nestled up next to Kylie again. She looks away shamefully. She seems to be most embarrassed by her bra than anything so far. It does explain how empty it felt earlier when you gave it a casual squeeze. No doubt she wanted to do a better job of filling out her crop top as opposed to having it hang flat against her body. But it can't do anything for her if she no longer has it.

You give her another quick once over. The oversize cups leave a gap at the top highlighting what she's lacking. Given this obviously apparent fact, she looks entirely flat right now. She looks no different than if her little sister were to do the exact same.

Slipping one strap off her shoulder, then the other, you peel down the front of her mom's bra to free Kylie's compact little tits hidden beneath. With her mom out of the room, you can't help but flick one of Kylie's penny-sized nipples. She gasps and spitefully tries to smack at your hard on as you step around to her back.

"He did a great job today. Of course you can speak with him. Riley?"

You pop the clasp on the bra just as Carrie enters the room. The baby blue undergarment falls freely to the carpet.

"It's your mom."

Those are some scary words to hear when you're standing stark naked next to two equally naked girls. It's even scarier hearing it from their mom, despite her role in all of this.

"Oh. Kay."

You step out from behind Kylie. Carrie walks the cordless to you then swipes her bra from the floor with a satisfied little scoff at her daughter.

"Hello? Mom?"

"Why aren't you looking after your sister?"

"What? I-"

"Your father and I need to leave for our conference. You knew all about this and don't even pretend you didn't!"

Something about that rings a bell, but you're barely listening half the time these days

"Uh, yeah. I was just finishing up here is all."

"No excuses. I'll finish you if you don't get home this instant!"

"Okay! Okay. Geez."

You hang up to find three pairs of eyes staring at you.

"So what was that about?" Carrie says with a smirk, somehow enjoying the idea of getting you in trouble.

• Fess up. You really need to get home.

• Brush off the call. Your sis will be fine.