Hot Summer Job/Tell the girls what you've been doing

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"We’re not kissing, we’re... playing with each other."

You barely pull back from blatantly explaining exactly what it is you're doing. That’s got to be enough to get the point across. You glance over at Kylie who looks a bit bashful for once, a strange sight from her. Maybe she isn't used to admitting to things like this. Denial probably keeps her conscience clean, although there’s no denying that neither of you have moved your hands.

"Oh. What are you playing?" inquires Bree.

"Yeah! Can we play?"

Somehow the girls did not pick up on what you meant. At least Larissa seems to be genuinely innocent. You have a hard time believing your sister didn't catch on given what she's been up to lately. Bree might just be playing along, but you can't really tell. Oh well. Just roll with it.

"I don't think it-"

"You’re not old enough," interrupts Kylie. "This is a game for teenagers."

Larissa pouts. "But I’m really good at games!"

"Teach us! Teach us!"

Kylie really likes to make things hard for you, in more ways than one.

"She’s right actually. You shouldn't play this."

"No fair! We can do it!"

"Yeah, come on Ry, it can't be that hard," says your sis with a smile. "Just show us!"

Kylie gives you a sly look. You wonder whether she knew that excluding the girls would only strengthen their interest. In any case, they are very interested, and Kylie doesn't seem to mind at all. They're not going to leave you alone now even if you wanted them to. But... would you want them to? The idea of turning this into a group game of some kind pulls at the hornier side of you. At the very least it should offer some 'mostly’ harmless fun.

"Well... the rules are pretty simple. If someone touches you anywhere you have to touch them back in the same place and the same way. So if I kiss Kylie’s cheek..." you offer up a quick peck as a demo. "She has to do the same to me." Kylie cranes her neck upward following your instructions. "And if she plays with my privates..." A delay this time, but she still follows along with a very visual display for the other girls, rubbing most of your thigh along with your dick. "Then... I have to do the same to her." You barely push against Kylie's mound before her little sister pipes up.

"You're not supposed to touch people’s privates."

Kylie scoffs. "Like I said, you're just not old enough for this."

"Am too!" Larissa postures up, sticking her tongue out with attitude. "I just... I’ll play if Bree plays."

You doubt that will be a problem. "Cool. Do you want to Bree?"

A look of intrigue crosses your sister’s face as she examines your hand resting against Kylie’s crotch.

"I guess so."

"Yeah, and, um, there’s more too." Kylie fumbles her way through her thoughts, wanting to expand upon your 'game' on the fly. "If you chicken out and don't follow through exactly, then... you have to take a forfeit! A dare!"

"Like what?" asks Larissa, the cutest dumbfounded look on her face.

"Whatever the other person wants! Obviously!"

"Oh..."

Bree looks around at everyone, becoming anxious. "Do we... take turns?"

"Sorta, but... not really," shrugs Kylie. You nod in agreement.

"Yeah, anyone can do anything at any time. Except you can't hurt someone. Not on purpose anyhow."

"But you can't stop someone either!" adds Kylie.

The younger girls lock eyes with each other then pop a pair of giddy smiles. They stare each other down, considering their options. Bree is first to act. She snatches Larissa’s wrist without warning, pulling her arm taut, before planting a big slobbery lick on the back of Rissa’s hand. She had to have built-up some saliva for that one as her spit was dripping from her tongue the moment she opened her mouth. Larissa recoils in disgust, but only after getting fully licked.

"Ewww!!!"

"Now you have to do it back!" encourages Kylie.

The less enthusiastic Larissa grabs Bree as ordered, laying a more kitten-like lick above her friend’s knuckles than the doberman she just received. But she doesn't let go of Bree’s wrist after the lick. She pulls her closer then attacks her neck, licking right up onto the side of Bree’s face. Your sister groans and giggles, her expression a joyful cringe.

This entire time, you and your couch companion have continued to grope each other with increasing veracity. Although it's cooling off outside it’s definitely heating up in here. You can feel the redness building in your ears, along with the fiery heat between Kylie’s thighs.

Bree responds with another sloppy wet one across Rissa’s cheek. She even licks twice for good measure, catching some of her dripping spit and spreading it about. Larissa squeals a bit, but she squeals even louder when Bree begins to tickle her armpits. Rissa throws her hands up to defend herself but Kylie is quick to interrupt.

"You can't stop her, sis! You have to let her do it!"

That reminder causes a brief pause in the action, but Bree is quick to start up again with a punishing assault. Larissa wiggles and squirms, holding her arms at her sides as obediently as she can muster, passively protecting herself and patiently waiting for the tickling to cease. Bree doesn't seem to have a time limit in mind though. She happily digs into her friend, reaching all around and back again trying to focus on one of Rissa's most vulnerable spots.

Eventually Larissa can't take it. She screams and then counter attacks, thrusting her fingers forward to seek retribution. Bree’s defenses are completely down with her arms outstretched toward her friend, so she jumps in surprise when the tables suddenly turn. She leans sharply and pulls away trying to create distance, but she only manages to flop onto her back atop the air mattress. Larissa eagerly follows her, leaning forward and hovering over her friend still seeking a fair tickle trade.

In flinging her body backward, Bree also manages to flip up the front of her fake skort. The kicking and thrashing that follows does nothing to shield her bald little pussy from view. Her short slit and narrow mound are pushed up into the open air over and over as your sis, doing her best to not fight back, bucks desperately against Larissa’s tickling.

This seems like a good opportunity.