Hot Summer Job/Lean forward for a better look
Kylie keeps glancing at you with a silly grin, almost as if she's gloating over her accomplishments. It hardly seems fair that she stole your sister away from you so easily. At the very least you want a better look at what she's doing. And with Bree's eyes closed there's no better time. She could of course open them at any moment, but that's a risk you're happy to take.
You slowly lean your body forward and twist your neck toward the action. This thirteen year old girl has your little sister's tiny twat stretched open depravedly. It's almost impressive that her diminutive vulva can be spread by so much. And Bree doesn't seem to mind at all.
The slick pink flesh between Kylie's fingers glistens and shimmers before you. Kylie's index fingers reach inward while her other digits pull and paw at Bree's young folds. Each slender finger works its way up and down your sister's smooth and short inner labia, teasing and massaging the thin strips of moist skin.
A sharp squeak of a moan is heard. You whip your head back toward the TV, not moving your body for fear of getting caught. After a few seconds you can feel you sister's eyes on you. It's so hard to not turn and meet her gaze, but you do your best to feign interest in the tween movie.
"Close your eyes or no deal."
The weight that lifts when Bree's stare leaves the side of your head is so relieving it hurts. You carefully peer over at her to see Kylie's hands resting atop Bree's widely parted knees. Your sibling's eyes are shut tight, a slight expression of regret on her face. But Kylie continues to hold off, even with your sis now in compliance.
"They're closed, I promise..."
That's the first and only thing she has said so far. The whisper was nearly inaudible. If you didn't witness her speak you probably wouldn't have caught it.
The hands at rest begin to move once more. They traverse the insides of Bree's thin milky inner thighs causing Bree to shiver with anticipation. Eager fingers are soon stroking, prying, and fondling your sister's bald bared slit, playing and exploring as much as stimulating.
But Kylie doesn't take long before getting down to business. Her right hand pulls up until her fingertips are resting on Bree's puffy little mons. Pressing down firmly, she pushes her digits around in a tight circle. You lean farther forward. It doesn't look like Kylie is pressing on Bree's clit. Instead her fingers rest directly above it, the pressure and rotation easily manipulating the younger girl's soft mound round and round.
You lean even closer. With Kylie's steady circles you notice Bree's teeny clit pop in and out of view. What's really happening is Kylie is pulling Bree's clitoral hood back and forth, up and down over the stiffened little nub, with each circle. The pressure and proximity of her fingers alone would probably feel good, but that little sheath slipping on and off of Bree's clit has to be the icing on the cake.
As Kylie's rhythm gradually picks up speed, Bree's head lists its way backward. Her mouth slowly opens wider and wider, each breath becoming heavier.
You can't take it. This sideways angle isn't good enough. With sloth-like deliberateness you push yourself away from the couch attempting to slide your way onto the floor.
Either your movements aren't silent enough or you're somehow "too" silent. You're halfway off of the couch, precariously suspended above the cushion, when you manage to draw Larissa's attention. The youngest instantly spies what's going on with your respective sisters and adopts a look of shock, eyebrows raising, mouth dropping open. You don't have a lot of time.