Hot Summer Job/Continue to 'supervise' the rest of the sleepover
Maybe you could still catch Kylie. Maybe you'll get in trouble if you don't. But you're exhausted after such a wild ride.
Many minutes pass as your body returns to some state of normalcy. The entire time, all you can think about is Kylie. Damn is she fine. You could never imagine you would ever get to tap as magnificent a creature as her. If only you could have done more, like eaten her out, run you hands through her hair, sucked on her toes, anything. Based on how she ran out of here none of that seems likely now.
It's hard to not also dwell on the negative. You sorta-kinda raped her. The marks you left on her neck sure suggests as much. Yeah, she was asking for it (literally by the end) but if it's your word against hers who would Carrie believe? Who would the cops believe? You sure won't be able to gain any sympathy points by bringing in two grade schoolers as witnesses.
Speaking of...
You rise from the couch and stretch before stuffing your cock back into your pants. A long shower is definitely in your future, but you're curious where the other girls scampered off to.
It takes a moment on your feet before you realize that you've created some strained muscle after all that. With your pants in the way and her leg pointed up you had sorta bent yourself backward, thrusting your stomach out against the underside of Kylie's thigh, in order to get inside her. Your legs and pelvis are achy and weak, almost like they were anaesthetized. That might turn into another reminder of all this in the morning.
Circling around the air mattress brings you closer to your guests' bags. Still wanting to be a good host, you grab both of them before heading up the stairs. At the top you notice Bree's bedroom door open a crack, like she had intended to close it. You approach but don't enter, waiting a moment outside to try to find out what they're doing. The seconds tick by and you're thinking they might not even be in there when nervous giggles eventually alert you to their presence.
Stealthily, you open your sister's door far enough to see inside. The two girls are sitting together on Bree's bed, still topless, whispering and occasionally giggling (although not very quietly) while staring at Larissa's lap. They look incredibly cute together, a true picture of innocence, sitting bare chested side by side cuddled up to each other unaware of the rest of the world, your sister's tiny skirt the only thing to truly sexualize them. But from your vantage point you can't see much else.