Hot Summer Job/Slip your hand into her shorts
You shuffle closer to Kylie. If you're doing this, you're doing it your way. You're the highschooler here and you're too old for light petting. It's hard to brag to your friends about that.
Lifting your hand away you swiftly place it against her bare stomach and slide down.
Kylie whispers, "Wait..." tensing up under your touch.
You pause expecting some sort of explanation. But nothing comes. When she just sits there staring down at your hand, you press on.
Her shorts have plenty of stretch. What you're surprised by are the panties she's wearing under them. If you can call them that. You think it must be a thong of some kind given the shape of the material, but with just how little material there is they're definitely not your typical pair of panties.
Your fingers have managed to slide over the top of Kylie's thong. You hook your thumb around the waistband of her shorts in an effort to push them lower and get a better view but you needn't push any lower. Your fingers are already resting along the length of her slit. Only the thong protects her now, and that's easily dealt with. Pulling the underwear to one side exposes the sensitive folds beneath it to your advances.
Kylie jerks in surprise when you press into her sweltering hot sex. One of your fingers pops past her labia before pulling up to her clit. She shifts again when you hit that tiny button sitting little more than an inch away from the soft little red tuft of recently acquired pubic fluff above her slit.
You spend a minute just examining the contours of her fiery little pussy with your fingertips. The fact that she has barely parted her legs for you makes your exploration a bit frustrating, so you grab her closest leg with your free hand to fix that. Pulling her leg across both of yours makes a huge difference and gives you a lot more room to work.
Having acquainted yourself with the front door you decide it's time to enter. Slipping a finger inside her wet entrance is effortless, even as her vaginal walls tightly grip the solitary intruder. She kicks in surprise this time. It's a good thing you're holding her leg for her. You push deeper, as deep as you can with your unfavorable angle. Wiggling your fingertip brings Kylie to gasp out loud. But she doesn't cover her mouth. Instead her hand swings downward and cups her crotch, applying pressure to the back of your hand. So you wiggle some more, eagerly rubbing the bumpy patch you've discovered inside of her. She actually groans this time, her eyes closing to a squint.
You pull back, wanting to hit up her clit again. Sliding up between her lips deposits a generous coating of liquid across her labia and onto her clit. Spreading Kylie's juices helps you prod and poke her nub with far fewer jerks and many more sighs of pleasure.
Seeking more from her, you slip down to enter Kylie with two fingers this time. Her tight hole is all but gushing. A faintly audible squish can be heard when you push into the horny girl's inflamed sex for only the second time.
But two fingers are a much tighter fit than one. You thrust your way forward, pumping your fingers into her and forcing her wetness out. She can't help but whimper at this sudden increase in action. But you don't just want her to whimper. You want her to scream.
"What's happening?"
Bree and Larissa have sat up on their mattress and are staring at the rather 'intimate' embrace you and Kylie are in. Kylie freaks out hearing your sister's voice and pushes away from you. She has a hard time with that until she pulls her leg from your grip and your fingers from her vagina of course. No sooner is she on the other side of the couch again does she clamp both hands over her crotch.
"Why's his hand in your pants?" asks Larissa.
Focused elsewhere, Kylie angles her hands away from her so she can peek at the front of her shorts.
"I, um... I have to go change."
Darting from the couch and past the girls, Kylie rushes to her bag on the side of the room. But she drops the black bag just as quickly as she snatches it up, instead switching it for her younger sister's disney duffel.
"Hey! That's mine!" Larissa shouts to her sister who is already scaling the staircase. "Why'd she take my bag!?"
You're a little dumbstruck by all of this. Getting caught was pretty far from your mind the moment you got started, despite how likely it was. It was totally worth it though. Holding two slick fingers in the air, you resist the perverted urge to bring them up to your nose. Instead you wipe them against your jeans, perhaps due to some meager resurgence of conscience.
Bree asks "What were you doing to her?"
"But why would she take my bag?" repeats Larissa, having already moved on to more important topics than whose hand was down whose pants.