Yes/Chad/Have Emily masturbate along with you
With her backside pointing into the air like this your sister's puffy little pussy pops out at you from under her asshole. She sweeps from side to side to lap and suck the wet floor, her slim legs parting and shifting as she goes. Dropping your head down to the side while you stare from behind, you can see much of Emily's torso curving beneath her from between her thighs. It's not limited to her pelvis or even her belly button, you can spy all the way up to her flat chest. With her rising t-shirt hanging off her frame, and no boobs in the way, you can even drop low enough to see light shining through the opening of the neck of her shirt. It's not a great angle for it, but you can technically steal a glimpse of her entire body from back here. The fact that she still has her cute little pink ankle socks on with her baggy shirt somehow adds to the depravity of it all.
With Emily's pussy staring back at you as you casually masturbate behind her there is really only one thing on your mind; you have got to see her touch it. It's not like you couldn't blow your load without that cherry on top, but this is just too perfect an opportunity to pass up.
"Y'know Em, you can totally touch yourself if you want. I know how embarrassed you are," you remind her hoping to stir her arousal further.
She finishes a slurp then lifts her head off the floor to look back at you over her shoulder.
"Chad! That... that's really weird! W-why would you say that?" She asks, both offended and confused. You're not sure why you didn't just phrase it as a question. At last a piece of you thought she'd be up for it given everything that has already happened. But that's all the ring's doing. Not that it can't do more.
"Don't we always masturbate together?"
"Yes," she agrees, although still uncomfortable. Emily brings a hand underneath her and starts rubbing herself right away. The ring settled that quickly. She has to stretch one arm further in front of her so that she can better balance herself but she attends to her slit without hesitation. "I'm... sorry I wasn't," she eeks out, perhaps worried you might be upset that she wasn't playing her part.
"It's okay. Remember, ‘'I'm only jerking off to help ‘'you through this," you add, masking your perversion with compassion.
"Thanks," Em replies, a genuine smile flashing across her face. With a comforting glance at your well stroked cock she returns to the dwindling puddle before her. Bree watched that whole exchange as if it were totally normal. She's probably too young to understand what's really happening but she thinks nothing of it, returning to playfully lick the floor with Emily without a word.
Watching Em's slender fingers deftly split her slit and rub up and down her lips really does push you past your limit. You do what you can to savour this sight and hold back for as long as you can but just as your sisters finish up their chore you grunt your satisfaction and lose control.
You step closer to Emily a second before you explode, your cock spewing your seed across her ass and up her back. A drop even lands on her fingers as she continues to rub herself. She doesn't seem to notice right away, but as your semen starts to pool and trickle over her skin she looks back at you with horror.
"Wha... EW! CHAD! GROSS!"
"Fuuh..." Is the response you muster as you fervently pump and milk the last drops of ecstacy from deep inside you.
Em doesn't wait for an explanation or apology. She rises to her feet and runs away, fleeing up the stairs as your senses return to you.
Suddenly everything is very done. It's not exactly over, you standing here with your deflating cock in hand next to your 6 year old piss drenched littlest sister, but you're definitely all done now. The very first thing you think about as the fog clears is fixing your relationship with Em. The next thing is what Bree thinks of all this. She may not entirely understand what happened but you are sure she could describe it.
"Bree..." you start slowly, "This wasn't a, um... Do you promise not to tell Mom about this?"
She nods. "Okay."
That doesn't feel good enough though. As you stuff your dick back into your pants, you ask, "Bree, do you never break a promise?"
"Uh-huh! Never."
"Are you going to te-" You nearly don't catch yourself. Pausing to slip off the ring, you try again. "So are you going to tell Mom?"
"Nope! I promised!"
You relax with a sigh. That small bit of assurance is nice, but you nearly caused some sort of weird paradox there. What would happen if you made someone contradict the magic already put in place by the ring? Would they implode? Could you make someone go insane? Does the ring just override itself? There's so many questions. You play with the ring for a moment, Bree patiently waiting on you for some reason, still looking up at you from the floor.
"Do you want to tell anyone?" Now you're mostly curious.
She shrugs and stands, already bored of this. Maybe she was still hoping you'd pee on her again. "Not really... Is dinner ready yet? I'm hungry."
Bree is still herself. That's at least good enough for now. You grab your sister's sandwich from the counter and the two of you sit together to eat. You try to ask her about her day and chat her up to further distance yourselves from the golden shower you gave her a few minutes ago. But once you're both done eating you send her upstairs for another bath to clean her of the special shower her siblings gave her.
"I just had a bath. It's not fair." Bree grumbles as she stomps up the stairs. You toss Emily's discarded bottoms towards the laundry room and move to find the mop to finish up the floor when Bree shouts down to you a moment later. "Emily's in the bathroom!"
"Just go in," you yell back.
"It's locked!"
Your turn to grumble for once, you head upstairs to help out your sis. Em does occasionally lock the door when she's in there, but she can easily spend hours in the bathroom and there's just no time for that. Bree definitely needs to get clean before mom gets home.
You unlock the door for Bree who immediately charges inside. She runs up to the tub and throws open the shower curtain revealing Em standing naked behind it.
"Ah! Bree!" exclaims Emily who tries to cover herself. Then she notices you in the doorway and takes a step back into a corner, turning away to the side to better protect herself from the multiple sets of eyes now on her. "Chad...!"
"Can I shower too? I don't want another bath!" Bree quickly looks back to you when Em doesn't instantly reply. "Can I?"
Bree can't really shower by herself so it's not the first time this has happened, but it's usually with Mom. You shrug your indifference. You just want her clean. "Yeah, sure, it's fine."
"But-" starts Emily, but Bree is already clamoring into the tub wearing her wet dress.
"Bree! You can't shower with clothes on!" you scold. You step forward and grab your sis as she's halfway in, forcing her to sit straddling the flat edge of the tub. Bree just giggles as you yank the still nearly soaking wet garment out from under her butt and up her small body. You glance at Emily still naked in the corner trying to avoid eye contact. Equal feelings of guilt and arousal hit you as you think about everything you just made her do.
Once you've relieved Bree of her dress she steps the rest of the way into the tub. She makes no effort to take off her panties and just stands beside her sister happy as a clam. Em, furrowing her brow and pursing her lips, leans down to finish what you started and tugs Bree's underwear down her legs, the cotton fabric sticking and bunching as it goes. Seeing both of your younger sisters naked together in the shower definitely stirs ‘'your arousal, as well as your imagination. You're quick to picture Emily laying down with Bree perched above, feet straddling the edges of the tub, as the first grader showers her petite cheerleader sister in a cascade of warm liquid gold.
Yep. You're ruined.
You need to get out before you start throwing questions about. You're not entirely sure what to do with the pee soaked article now in your hands, but you know you have to leave right now, and end up tossing it onto the floor of the tub beside your fully bare sisters, Bree having just stepped out of her panties. You leave the bathroom and close the door without further comment, offering only a parting apologetic glance towards Em as she closes the shower curtain.
Back downstairs you tidy up the kitchen and put away Em's sandwich for later. You then tidy up, but mostly poke at things and rummage through cupboards aimlessly as the images and thoughts of what you've done rattle around in your head. You manage to get sidetracked and distracted for just long enough that you've only just gotten to mopping when Mom surprises you.
"Wow. I'm impressed! You didn't have to do the floors. What's gotten into you?"
"Oh! Ah, nothing. Just spilled something."
Mom sets down her bag and kicks her shoes off. "What'd you spill?"
"...nothing," you reply, the shock of her arrival rattling you.
"Alright. Everything okay?"
"Yeah. It's fine. Just lots to do."
"Mhmm. I'm sorry. Bree had her bath?"
"Two actually. She was really dirty. Oh, and Frosty..." You just remembered how dirty the dog was. You still haven't dealt with that.
"I'm sure that made her happy! Two in a row?"
"Yeah. Emily helped," you add, wanting to give your sister brownie points.
"Well that's ni-" mom stops, interrupting herself. "Did you need to go somewhere?"
"Huh?" You're not sure what she's talking about at first. It takes you a moment to realize you've stopped mopping, unbuttoned your pants, and have stuck your hand inside, brazenly rubbing yourself right in front of mom. You didn't even realize you did it. What the hell's wrong with you?
"Oh! Uh, geez. I dunno! I didn't..." You move to pull your hand out of your boxers but instead of leaving yourself alone you pull your dick up and out into the open. Now you're full on stroking your cock right in front of your mother.
"CHAD! That is ENTIRELY inappropriate behavior!"
You agree with her but you can't stop. It's like you have some sick compulsion that you can't overcome. There's at least one simple way to deal with this.
"Are you okay with me jerking off like this?"
"NO!" she shouts, getting angry now.
It takes you a second to recall pocketing the ring after wanting a truthful answer from Bree. As mom starts to rant and berate you in the kitchen you frantically shove your free hand into your pocket and do your best to slip the ring onto any finger.
"Mom, wait a sec! Am I allowed to jerk off wherever I want?"
"Yes! Of course you are! But I wish you wouldn't do that in front of other people!"
Okay, that's better. You still can't stop yourself though so you probably need a better question to not get grounded. "But you don't mind if you see me masturbating, right?"
"Yes, that's right," she replies, calming down somewhat. "I know how teenagers can be. But I'd rather you not do this with your sisters around!"
"No, I know that." Didn't stop you earlier though.
Mom snatches the mop from your hand and gives you a disappointed look. "Will you please go somewhere private before your sisters catch you?"
She's asking not telling, so even if she doesn't like what you're doing you could likely get away with it now if you wanted to outright defy her. You're too confused to push your luck though. That situation could have gone nuclear, so all things considered this result is not so bad. But why the hell are you jerking off to begin with?
Even as you walk up the stairs you continue to stroke away. You're not that worried about getting caught jerking it by your sisters since they have both already seen you do it now, but you don't want Mom's opinion of you to suffer any further. Really, you can almost certainly change things using the ring, but that's the problem; it changes things. You didn't really want to mess up your family but things are gradually becoming messier with every question you ask.
The bathroom is empty and your sisters are almost certainly in their rooms so you head to yours as well. You sit on the edge of your bed and stare down at your hand completely puzzled. It's not like you've never witnessed yourself jerking off before, frankly you do it lots, but right now it's almost as if this isn't your hand.
Maybe that's taking it too far. You're technically in control still. You can squeeze your cock, play with your head, stroke faster or slower, twist and tease, you just can't stop. You slip the ring off for a moment then put it back on hoping to restart whatever defective question caused this. It's tempting to use the ring on yourself to fix this but that seems like a dangerous idea given that you don't know how you caused your current predicament.
Minutes pass and despite your best intentions to get control, to will yourself to stop, you gradually edge closer to some other sort of end. At least you assume it will end once you finish. But then there's a knock from the hallway.
"Em? You in there?"
Suddenly your hand stops. Or more accurately you can now choose to, and you do.
"Yeah."
You open your palm, looking it over briefly. This is so weird.
"Can I come in?"
What if you want to jerk off? Could you stop next time? You give a few purposeful strokes to test it. It's not like you weren't already plenty hard.
"Yeah, I... NO! No, not right now! I just, um... Was it important?"
"Well, no. I just wanted to talk about your day. And ask about your brother."
You let go of your dick and move closer to your door to listen more purposefully now that you've been mentioned. But Emily doesn't reply right away.
"Why?"
"Oh nothing. He just seemed a bit off is all." Mom pauses. "Are you okay?"
"...I think so?" Emily really had to think about that before she answered. "Yeah I'm fine."
"Okay then. Thanks for helping out your brother sort out Bree. Your brother mentioned you helped out, so thank you. But it's been a long day. I'm going to go watch some TV," announces mom before silence takes over the hallway again.
Super weird stuff going on here. You sit back on your bed and stare down at your stiff cock. And suddenly, once again, you lose control of your hand.
You don't have time for this
Work through this