Hot Summer Job/Make Larissa try out even more stuff
"Hey Bree, should we try out some more of this stuff on Larissa?"
"Okay!" your sis happily agrees between licks of her pop. Despite this she keeps her focus on popsicling Larissa's tongue, dual-wielding her pair of purple ice pops masterfully.
You quickly snatch up the weighty bag and dump its contents beside the girls. Kylie sneers from the sideline, with a bit of shame and worry mixed in.
"If you break anything it's your fault. I... I didn't even know this was mom's bag."
You scoff at Kylie's angst. "We're not going to break anything."
Well... maybe Larissa.
You pick up a sizable strapon from the middle of the pile and set it aside. Definitely can't start there. Sifting through the wide variety of objects packed into the small bag, a few themed items catch your eye.
"How about this?"
Both girls look over at the black cat ear hairband you've found and squeal in unison.
"That's so cute!" comments Bree.
"Yaaauh!" mumbles Rissa past popsicle and gag.
Slotting the hairband onto Larissa's head offers an even starker contrast to the ring gag. Between her pigtails, cat ears, increasingly purple tongue, and ring gag, Larissa is the most adorable thing you've ever seen be mouth-fucked by a popsicle.
"What else is there?" asks Bree with increasing interest. "Are there any more ears?" she adds hopefully.
"I can't see any. But there is this collar."
"Oh! Yay! Collar for the kitty!"
You move behind Larissa to add the next accessory. It's a thick pink leather collar with a silver heart on the front of it. A few metal rings dangle from the collar at various points. You secure the pair of snaps on the back to lock it around Larissa's neck. Even on the smallest sizing it's a bit too big for her, not able to fit snugly. But it's a nice addition.
"Get the cat eyes too!"
Peering across the pile you spot what your sister is referring to; a blindfold with sleepy kitty eyes on the front. You hold it up for Larissa's sake who grins. At least you think it's a grin, barely distinguishable with her mouth stretched open like this. You blind her all the same, securing the elastic over top of the other things already strapped onto her head. She just giggles gleefully.
"You make such a cute kitty, Rissa!"
"T-ake ah -ikshur!"
"Is video okay?" replies Kylie. You've already forgotten about her, but she hasn't gone anywhere. She's sitting on the couch close by with her phone in hand.
"Uh huh!" confirms Larissa.
Bree has discarded her popsicles to one side of the mattress and shuffled closer to the pile of toys."There's so many weird things here." She fishes into the sprawling mess and pulls out a small chain. "Is this a leash?"
You take the chain from your sister and quickly identify it.
"Er, kind of. But not really."
"What is it then?"
You grab hold of each clamp on the ends of the chain and point it at your sister's chest.
"What!?" Bree responds with surprise. "Really??!"
You nod with a smirk then glance over at Larissa. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, "Should we?"
Bree turns toward her friend. Having already been forced to wear an assortment of ridiculous things, it doesn't take your sister long to silently agree to additional punishments. You lean in close.
"We need to get her shirt off first."
"Kay."
Bree takes the chain from you shuffles in front of her friend.
"Rissa, we need you to put your arms up, okay?"
The submissive girl complies without question. "O-hay."
Bree gestures toward Larissa. Sitting there blindfolded with her arms pointing straight into the air makes her a very easy target. Carefully hooking under the bottom hem of her tank top, you rip the light garment up and off her torso.
"Aaaa!"
Rissa screams and yanks her arms down. That helps you more than her though. She pulls her arms out of her tank just as you slip it past her head. She crosses her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to cover up.
"-ey schirr?" she asks quizzically.
"You can't wear it for this next part," instructs Bree.
"Besides, you got purple all over it," you add. It's true too. A spotty line of purple syrup runs down the front of her tank. It's all over her pants too, but you're not there yet.
"And you can't cover either!" Bree seems pleased to order her friend around.
"Oh. -horry." And Larissa seems fine with being ordered. She drops her hands down to her lap, then starts picking at the wet spots on her sweatpants.
Your sister reaches forward and, with only mild hesitation, clips onto her friend's nipple.
"Ow!"
With nervous, frantic movements, Bree homes in on Larissa's second nipple. But as she pulls on the chain the first clamp pops free, poorly secured. This forces Bree to rethink her strategy for a moment and, after another brief pause and some glances toward you, she grabs at Larissa's chest and gingerly pinches her small nipple before slowly clamping it.
"Wha is zish?" queries Larissa. She brings her fingers up to trace around her pinched nipple as Bree gropes the other one. Larissa can't help but giggle as her friend continues to fondle her. "Yur weaard."
"There!" Bree announces, pulling back to observe her work. The chain dips down Larissa's torso, laying basically flat against her body thanks to her very flat chest.
What you observe is the reddening of your sister's cheeks. She's a little embarrassed to be doing this stuff, but that isn't stopping her either.
You look over at Kylie on the couch. She's just sitting there silently, nearly despondent. You're still a little confused as to why she needed to change into her little sister's panties. Especially since she could have borrowed something of Bree's or even your mom's. Maybe she was looking for some extra attention after getting revved up. She's a bit of an exhibitionist to be sure, certainly more than Larissa. Although you'd be surprised if Larissa wasn't enjoying herself under her kinky kitty disguise.