Hot Summer Job/Be an exemplary employee
Carrie wants you. She really wants you! Your head is nearly spinning just thinking about it. And all you have to do is the easiest babysitting gig ever. You're going to get laid AND paid! Wait... doesn't that make you a hooker?
You dutifully follow Carrie around like a lap dog as she readies herself to leave. She manages to get Kylie to at least put on a robe and come downstairs where she lays down some proper ground rules, having been in too much of a rush the day prior. But even you aren't listening. You're checking out Carrie's voluptuous rounded ass. You stare at the teeniest bit of underboob visible beneath her tiny bandeau top. Fantasies of brutally drilling the MILF standing before you cloud your mind.
Soon enough Carrie leaves. The girls both get dressed and go about their day. Larissa finishes her paltry amount of school work and gets extra chatty with you. Kylie drifts in and out of the living room, wearing a different outfit almost every time. Before you know it your stomach is growling. You make lunch for the girls (which Kylie refuses to eat) then scrub all the dishes you can find. Larissa eventually ropes you into playing pokemon again, and that's how Carol finds you later that afternoon.
The moment you hear the front door opening again you spring a semi. You wait impatiently as Carrie greets her daughters. Then it's your turn. She pulls you into the entryway and nuzzles in close to you. She slides her hands around your waist. You respond in kind, her skin still hot from the sun.
"Still ready for a sleepover?"
You nod and try to exude a deep, commanding, sultry moan that comes out more like a grunt.
"I'll have the girls pack some things and send them over in a little bit. For now..."
Carrie leans into you and plants a tantalizingly tender kiss on your lips. She pulls away before even your dick has time to react.
"...bye."
You stumble out the door and into the blinding daylight, your brain a hazy mess of anticipatory sex.
The walk home is long enough for you to clear your head. But you're still thinking of Carrie when you walk into your house. That is until you see Bree's backpack next to the door. You almost forgot about her "big day" today.
Cruising straight into the living room you find your sis laying on her stomach using your mom's laptop, her legs kicking idly. Your angle from across the room affords you a glimpse under her half-a-skort. At the very least you know that she still isn't wearing anything beneath it.
"Hey sis," you casually announce your presence.
"Riley!" Bree jumps up and immediately runs to you, leaping into your arms. She nearly takes you out with how fast she's moving, but you do manage to catch her and steady yourself against her charge.
"Woah! Excited to see me much?"
"Excited to tell you!" Bree shakes your shoulders as her legs sink in their vice grip around your midsection.