Hot Summer Job/Tell Bree she can't sit on your lap
There's no way you can excuse that, especially if Kylie knows Bree isn't wearing anything under her skirt. Besides, what kinda strict, "in charge" babysitter would you be if you let them do whatever they wanted.
"What? Don't be stupid," you say, tossing the pizza box aside. "Watch the movie."
Bree starts to pout, twisting the hem of her skirt.
"Aww. That's not very nice. You can sit on me, Bree!"
You and your sister both look over at Kylie, expressing a similar sense of confusion.
"Maybe Riley doesn't, but I love to cuddle!" Kylie glances at you, a sly smile on her face.
"Umm... okay."
Bree carefully stands up from the air mattress and makes her way to the couch. Kylie puts her phone down to welcome your sis. But instead of making more room on her lap, Kylie tightens up. She brings her legs together and pats the top of her thighs.
"Come! Sit!" encourages Kylie.
Bree eyes you up in one last moment of disappointment then turns to face the tv and sits onto the only lap presented to her. She squeaks a little as she sits when her bare butt makes contact with Kylie's bare thighs. Bree tries to make some effort to adjust but Kylie throws her arms around the younger girl's waist and pulls her into a tight hug, securing her in place.
Kylie is a little bit taller than your sister, but her chin just barely passes Bree's shoulder with the two of them sharing each others space. As Kylie pulls back on her, Bree's knees slide over and past Kylie's which forces her legs to kick out in front of her. That's more than a little awkward. Bree parts her own tightly closed thighs so her legs can pass around the outside of Kylie's. Now forced to straddle her couch partner, Bree pushes down on her skirt once more, no doubt worried about flashing herself to the room.
Larissa looks abandoned on the mattress by herself, but she doesn't seem to mind. The two older girls quickly settle into one another and turn their attention back to the movie. That's a task you find increasingly difficult. You're a little annoyed that Kylie appears to have used your own internal conflicts against you to take your sister for herself. It's hard to know how Kylie would have reacted, but now you wish you would've just owned up to being the inappropriate horny teenager you know you are deep down.
The minutes pass and the movie doesn't get any better. Kylie starts to whisper into your sister's ear. Bree softly giggles at many of Kylie's comments, even nodding a few times. It's almost as if Kylie is having a one way conversation with your sis who is agreeing to everything happily.
As the two share private jokes, you watch (out of the corner of your eye of course) as Kylie drops one hand from your sister's stomach onto your sister's thigh. If you didn't know Bree was going commando you probably wouldn't have even noticed. But right now that's a very interesting place for Kylie's hand to be.
A minute later, Bree is pulling her feet up onto Kylie's legs. She crosses her ankles and sits Indian style with her knees pointing out to the side. Kylie says something else before sliding her hands down to Bree's inner thighs and pulling them farther apart, spreading your sister's legs as far as they'll go, the tops of her feet squeezing the outsides of Kylie's own legs.
Your sis wiggles a little. Her lips purse. She glances at you, as if worried about getting caught. And that's when you realize how non-stealthy you're being. For some reason you thought you were still being discrete. You're almost full on staring at them. You turn your head back to the tv, straining your willpower to its maximum.
Kylie continues to whisper into Bree's ear. If only you could hear what she's saying. She makes minor gestures while she silently speaks, moving her fingers around, lifting her hand, pointing about, but her hands always find their way back to the most sensitive portion of your little sister's exposed thigh.
The front of Bree's skirt is suspended between her parted legs. There's no way she isn't flashing her crotch at the tv. If Larissa were to turn around you're sure she'd get an eye full. And your sister has to know this given how quickly she pushed her skirt down when her legs were still closed. Unless she's just incredibly relaxed.
But the longer you study your sis, the more you glean from her body language. Her arms are pointed straight down on either side of her, almost touching the couch beneath Kylie. Her ears are slowly turning red, her cheeks already a pale pink. Despite leaning back into Kylie, she's still very tense. She's at least worried about something or perhaps embarrassed. Or maybe, as the slight upward curl of her lips suggest, this is a nervous anticipation of something.
Kylie briefly points to the tv. The current scene on screen is at a school. One of the lead girl characters is wearing a colourful and flirty little skirt, as she has for most of this movie. More whispering. Your sister doesn't giggle or nod or offer any other movements. She barely even breathes. But it seems Kylie takes your lil sis's silence as permission.
Smooth and sultry, Kylie slips her hands up Bree's thighs and under her wide open skirt. Bree's eyes open just as wide staring at the tv across the room. Kylie keeps whispering. Her arms pull back slightly but you can tell her fingers are still manipulating your sister. Kylie's wrists butt up against Bree's waist moving the short skirt back with them. Every inch of Bree's legs are visible now, even the curve of her bare ass sitting on Kylie's lap. Even if she took off the skirt she couldn't get more naked than she is right now
You crane your neck forward, wanting just a peek of what you would have an amazing view of from anywhere else in the room. After rapid fire glances you finally make out your sister's tiny slit. Kylie's fingers have spread Bree's lips apart, almost to the point of being unrecognizable (as if you are that familiar with her privates) pulling open her sex and airing out her sensitive pink flesh.
Kylie is still whispering as you watch her trace her middle finger along the inside edge of your little sister's pussy. Bree bites her bottom lip, apparently to keep it from trembling. She is staring at the movie like a crazy person but you doubt she is absorbing anything that's happening onscreen. She may as well be blindfolded, but Kylie takes care of that as well.
"Trust me. Close your eyes..."
That's the first thing Kylie has said that you've been able to make out. And given that she glances at you after she says it, you likely only heard it because she wanted you to.
Bree shudders. Her legs twitch for just a moment. A shaky gasp is followed by a forced sigh. And with that, she closes her eyes like a good little sex puppet, voluntarily giving up one of her senses and unquestioningly allowing another girl to spread and explore her pubescent pussy.
You had no idea your sister could be so easily manipulated. Then again, maybe this is what she wants; to give up control and be nothing but a limp-limbed participant. A captive spectator. And while that might have some element of truth (things are always easier when you aren't responsible) you're mostly blaming Kylie here. Is it blame? Is that it? Or is it jealousy? What could she have possibly said to make your sister open herself up so utterly - literally.