Hot Summer Job/Ask Larissa how you look
You pull down on one leg of the shorts but it doesn't move much. Stretched so far horizontally has shortened it considerably top to bottom, unable to stretch in all directions at once. From the top hem at the base of your cock to the bottom of the legs you have little more than six inches of coverage. You couldn't even pass these shorts off as briefs. They're just too damn small. But if this is what Larissa wants you to wear...
You kick one leg out to the side and plant your hands on your exposed hips. "How do I look?"
"You look so big..." she states dreamily. Her eyes are focused intently on the angry bulge sticking away from you.
Not really what you were asking, but at least she's honest. While she's staring at you, you stare down at her. Her jizz covered stomach is so crazily hot, especially with one of the shiny trails leading directly to her slit. The smell of your cum is heavy in the air. Part of you is worried that it will linger the longer she leaves it. That part of you wins out.
You take a short walk around the coffee table to grab your shirt. "We should get you cleaned up. And maybe some clothes."
Rissa looks down at your handiwork. "It's okay. Kylie is in the shower right now. And I'm kinda hot."
You pause for a moment before pulling on your white t-shirt. It's okay? You doubt Carol would think it's okay. "Uh, well, I kinda feel bad. So we should ge-"
"Don't feel bad. It's not your fault."
That comment stops you dead. How was you blowing your load all over her and her sister not your fault? You stand across from Larissa dumbfounded, looking at her like she's an alien.
"Did you... want to keep playing?" She gestures at the cards on the coffee table breaking the awkward silence, however short.
"...s-sure."
Larissa drops down, sitting atop her feet on the carpet. The skinny girl reaches out to the table to retrieve her deck, as if she were completely oblivious to being utterly naked and coated in her babysitter's semen.
Almost shaking now from a wicked combo of anxiety and arousal, you slowly sit down on the couch and lean forward for your own deck, the green protrusion from your crotch briefly catching your eye. It catches Rissa's too. Amidst your mutually silent shuffling you notice her glance over and and over at your restrained cock. That is to say, you notice when you aren't busy drinking in the sight of her lithe little figure.