Hot Summer Job/Hurry and get things organized before everyone's drunk
You guess that you just downed at least 2 shots with your gulp. You're going to get plenty buzzed from that alone, assuming you don't finish your drink. You should probably get moving and sort out some things before you're too drunk to care.
"Kylie, can I borrow your phone? I need to text your mom."
"Sure," she shrugs.
She tosses the device at you after unlocking it. You take a minute to skim through some of her previous texts with her mom, wanting some level of authenticity to this. Then you punch in a quick message to Carrie making fun of the fact that you just got grounded by your mom. That should at least prevent Carrie from expecting you later tonight.
With that taken care of you head off to the upstairs closet and pull out the inflatable mattress your parents keep for company. It's a thick and comfy queen size with a built in pump that Dad insisted on buying after having to manually blow up a twin for "your mother's fatass cousin" for the last time.
You yank it from the closet and drag the hefty item down the stairs. When you get to the bottom Bree and Larissa are holding hands and spinning in a circle in the middle of the room.
"Make some room. You can all sleep on this tonight."
"YAY!" Bree screams. She lets go of Larissa - who collapses to the floor - and runs directly at you, slamming into your midsection with a hug. She practically bounces off of you though, immediately running back to Larissa to help her up, both of them laughing.
You kick some random stuff out of the way then unfurl the bed on top of a mess of crushed popcorn. It takes a little effort to prep the mattress before plugging in the bed and turning it on. The rumbling little motor buzzing to life, you think of what else you need. You run back upstairs while it's inflating and rummage for some blankets and sheets.
"WOOOOHOOO!"
This time when you come down you see Larissa swinging Bree's red leggings in the air while on Kylie's back who is giving her a piggy back ride around the mattress. Bree is sitting on the couch slamming herself in the face with a pillow, donning a different goofy expression after every hit.
You throw the sheets onto the still inflating mattress and sloppily spread them out. This tiny bit of work is already making you sweat. You find your drink and take another big swig before remembering what's in it.
You head into the kitchen to grab a colder - and non-alcoholic - beverage. After deciding on a bottle of cola in the fridge you look in the cupboard above it for some solo cups when you spot the money mom left you. Might as well get some food ordered too. You look up a local delivery place and order two large pizzas, one cheese and one pepperoni. It's apparently a slow night for them so the lady on the other end is sickeningly cheerful when she takes your order.
Already feeling the buzz, you saunter back into the living room. You set the soda down on one side of the room and continue forward to check the mattress.
"I'M SOOOO HAAAAWT," drones Larissa from the floor, her shirt pulled up and her limbs spread out. She rubs the floor with her arms and legs, unintentionally making a faint popcorn-angel.
"I'm hot too!" Bree shoots back. "And I have your stupid pants on."
Kylie is flapping the top of her halter at her face, having untied it from around her neck. Her legs are spread wide which helps show off her bright thong to the room. The flapping of her halter top also flashes the edges of her round compact tits. "I don't know why you're wearing them," she mentions to Bree.
"Iz 'cause you took my leggings!" slurs Bree with her eyes closed.
Kylie expertly rolls her eyes. "I'm just saying you could take them off. You don't have to wear them."
"Yeah!" Rissa agrees, sitting up. "I'm taking off my shirt," she announces, pulling her arms into her tank top.
Your sister looks down at her pants, pawing at the fluffy material. Then she watches as Rissa throws her tank top across the room and lays her bare back onto the carpet with a loud sigh.
"Riley!!!" Bree yells at you.
"What?!"
"Yur not allowed to look, kay?"
You reply, "I'm not looking," while staring directly at her.
"Promise?"
"Sure, I promise."
"Good..."
The unwanted pair of pants promptly slide down your sister's legs. She starts up her giggles again as she kicks them from her ankles. Her legs freed from their stifling constraints, Bree throws her arms out and twirls around. Bum, cunny, bum, cunny... her privates flash in front of you while she gradually strays from her spot, quickly becoming dizzy and meandering through the living room. When her foot snags the edge of the mattress she falls face first onto the sleepover bed. Your increasingly drunken sister laughs stupidly into the sheets, her tight bum clenching and jiggling toward the ceiling in time with her laughter.
Watching two girls undress in your living room has your heart rate going again, even if one of the girls is your sister. Who are you kidding... the taboo of incest is making you hotter than any of these girls claim to be.