Hot Summer Job/Time flies when you're playing Pokemon
Sitting is not making these shorts any less tight. In fact part of you worries that if you shift left or right your cock might pop down and out the bottom of the legs. Or worse yet, you could pop out the top. You pull down on your shirt self consciously, but it doesn't move very far. You've always preferred tighter fitting clothing and while this shirt fits comfortably over the waist of your jeans, with these shorts it ends several inches too high exposing all of your pelvis to your Pokemon sparing partner.
Of course said partner is covered by far less. Last you checked, semen wasn't appropriate daytime apparel. And while she is staring at you as hard as you are at her, she is apparently better at multitasking.
"Ha! That's game!"
You look down at the table. You were sure she still had one more prize card to claim.
"It's okay," she says with a smile, already shuffling her cards again. "Maybe you'll win the next one!"
But you don't win the next one. In fact you lose the next three matches. The fourth loss finally kicks your competitive side into gear. Now that you're only occasionally distracted by Rissa's compact, slender frame and bare budding chest, the fifth match is much closer.
"Aren't you tired of losing yet?" she teases. It's true. You've been at this for hours. And you would lose all day if it would keep her naked. But considering she'll be naked either way, you might as well try to win one.
"Hush, cocky pants. Just draw."
Larissa starts to giggle. "You're way cock-ier than I am!"
She's got you there. And yours has had a mind of its own while you've been playing. Growing, shrinking, twitching, all directly in front of Larissa.
Before the next game starts, you lean forward to snag another look at your load resting on her flat belly. Some of your thinner shots have dried by now, but you can still see two thick glistening ropes on either side of her belly button.
Larissa postures up before twisting her upper body to and fro, batting her eyes at you "I can go easier on you if you want me to." She loves taunting you about this. But you're not sure if she is just being bratty about winning or if she's purposefully using her body against you.
"I don't need you to go easy on me. Now let's play some Pokemon."
"You're playing Pokemon again?"
Who was th...
"Mom?!"
You hear the front door close. Larissa stares at you wide-eyed, a tinge of panic in her voice. Glancing down at Rissa's naked form, you drop your cards and grab the bottom of your shirt. You tear it up and off of your body with both hands and, in one motion, reach out and slam it past Larissa's head and down her torso and arms, albeit inside out. It's tight on you but thankfully a bit baggy on her. There is enough length for it to go all the way to the floor, covering her feet under her butt. It takes her a few seconds for her to wiggle her hands out each sleeve, but by the time Carol rounds the corner at least she's no longer naked. You on the other hand...
Carol tosses her overshirt at the floor as she enters the living room, tugging up on her tube top.
"My, it's hot out there!" She's all smiles until she sees the two of you. Then her expression becomes far more quizzical. "Why... are you wearing each others clothes?"
"Oh, that! Ha-ha-ha." Your laugh isn't especially genuine at the moment. You swallow and continue. "There's a funny story behind that. So, ther-"
"It was Kylie's idea," states Rissa directly.
"Oh?" Carol responds looking confused.
"I didn't want to take off my nightie, but she said Riley wouldn-"
"Yeah, I... wouldn't want her to get in trouble for not changing! My shirt was the only other thing she wanted to wear."
"Is that right?" Carol asks, hands on her hips.
Larissa nods slowly after your interruption. "Uh-huh."
"And what about those shorts?" she continues, eyebrow raised.
You slide your hands between your legs trying to hide your bulge. Why are you getting hard again?
"The shorts... we just got a bit silly I guess."
"I told him to wear them!" Larissa jumps in, eager to defend you. "I wanted him to."
With a long sigh, Carol shakes her head. "I cannot believe you girls. You're so hard on Riley!"
You also sigh, nodding your agreement. "So hard..." you echo. Larissa starts to giggle under her breath.
"Well come give me a hug, wiggle bug!"
"Mooom..." Her complaint is halfhearted though. Unsure of her decency, Larissa flattens your t-shirt and straightens the bottom edge as she hobbles to her feet. Although it's baggy on her, it's still a small shirt. It doesn't even hit her mid thigh once she's standing. She shuffles silently to her mom who scoops her daughter into a big hug, wrapping her arms underneath Larissa's. The enthusiastic hug manages to lift the shirt quite a bit exposing most of Rissa's ass and reminding you of how cute it is. She scrambles to pull it back down once her mom releases her. But that's not the worst of it. When Larissa turns to walk away from her mom you spot two big wet splotches in the middle of the shirt. She's wearing more than one thing of yours...
"You should get rid of that now," you sputter and gesture, somewhat panicked about it.
"Yes dear, give Riley his shirt back," orders Carol.
Larissa looks down at the front of the shirt, finally noticing the sudden stains. She rubs the shirt against her stomach then glances back over her shoulder at her mom and then at you. She has a funny look in her eye. You shake your head no, but she's already made up her mind.
"Rissa!!!"
The young girl pauses at her mom's protest, having already lifted the shirt up to her chest.
"But you said I should give it b-"
Carol reaches forward and slaps her daughter's bare bum. "Go get changed!"
Larissa laughs and giggles into the front of your shirt as she scurries away, continuing to bare her backside to both you and her mom as she scales the stairs.
"Turkey... you're almost as bad as your sister!"
"No I'm not!" denies the fledgling exhibitionist from the second floor.
Carol turns to you, looking smoking hot in her jean shorts and tube top. "I'm so sorry Riley. You deserve a hug of your own."
You're already flustered. This is not helping. "Wha... no, it's okay."
"Nope, no buts. Except Larissa's that is." Carol chuckles at her own joke. "Now get up and get over here."
Never one to deny fate, you stand from the couch and bring the shapely rounded bulge of your crotch into view. The stretched green spandex sticks to you like a second skin detailing your member exquisitely. Despite restraining your hardened cock, it does allow your bent over boner to wiggle from side to side as you walk forward.
Carol sighs, almost moans, as she slips her arms around you and glides her hands across your bare skin. Admittedly your hands also wander a bit, split between her upper and lower back. You try to hold your crotch away from her, but Carol has other ideas. She steps into you, pressing one of her hands against the top of your butt, helping to rotate your hips forward and press your bulge into her shorts as she hugs your harder. You stiffen up at that, in more ways than one, surprised by how forward she's being. Her legs are pressed up against yours, her other hand sliding up to the back of your head. Her tits practically grind against your chest, her tube top shifting against her movements.
"Thank you sooo much Ry," Carol purrs into your ear. "Even if you're a bit of a pushover. I'm glad she got you into these shorts though," she adds, thumbing the waistband of the spandex.