Hot Summer Job/Shower and give Bree some space
Although you want to know what happened last night, given how embarrassed your sister is, it's probably best that you give her some space for now. You also reek of sex so you continue to the bathroom for a long cleansing shower, thoughts of Carrie and her daughters bouncing in and out of your mind.
Once you put yourself together and make it downstairs again you find Bree laying on the floor watching some cartoon on TV. She's changed into a new shirt and a pair of shorts but she's barely awake. You let her nod off and recover from the sleepover and go do your own thing. You try to tidy up around her in the living room, doing your best to keep the noise down, before eventually stealing the remote and putting something on that you can bear to watch. Once Bree wakes up you find she isn't very talkative and trudges back to her room to be alone. The afternoon quietly slips by with no one to share it with and it's dinner before you know it.
After Bree comes down for supper, some super simple grilled cheese, you suggest going out to grab ice cream. She perks up at that, your sister more like her bubbly self almost immediately with a little sparkle in her eye, and the two of you head out to walk the few blocks needed to get yourselves a couple cold scoops with waffle cones. You decide on Rocky Road and Bree lands on Blue Moon and for a moment it's like the past day never happened.
Of course Bree has to ruin that when she weirdly suggests bringing ice cream to Kylie and Larissa. You remind her that Kylie wouldn't be allowed any since she sounded really grounded. It'd probably also melt by the time you walked all the way there, the Callahan's house in the opposite direction of the ice cream place. You're about to ask why she even wants to see them again but Bree doesn't push the idea any further and abruptly clams up. She seems annoyed that you shot her down so quickly.
Once you pay for your cones Bree suddenly announces that she wants to go home. You try to convince her to sit and eat together but she isn't interested. So you start walking back as soon as you pay, eating your ice cream along the way.
"You know you can tell me about last night, right?" you throw out, trying to at least be supportive if not plant a seed. "If you want to talk is all."
"Okay," she replies tersely.
"Okay, like, you wanna talk about it?"
"No..."
"Okay, whatever. Just saying."
"Why do you care?" she shoots back after a moment of thought.
"Huh? Because you're my sister."
Bree just grumbles in response. You'd hoped giving your sis some space would help her open up but things only feel like they're getting more awkward between you two. It's like you've tried really hard to pretend everything is normal even though it's not. So the rest of the way back home is tense and uncomfortable. As soon as you're home Bree heads upstairs and straight for the bathroom. You hear the shower running a few minutes later.
This is so frustrating. You need to figure out why she's acting so weird. So while she's busy in the bathroom you decide to go up and snoop through her room in the hopes of gleaning some details of the night before.
Her door is closed, which is rare when she isn't inside it. You don't think she could hear you from inside the shower, but you are still careful to sneak inside her bedroom, closing the door silently behind you. The room is a mess, as always, but as you kick at the clothing and other crap on the floor you pick apart and put together remnants of the sleepover.
Kylie and Larissa's overnight bags are still next to the bed. Larissa's little duffel is completely empty and you spot her nightie in a corner along with her sister's shorts. The larger black bag that Kylie brought is half full of seemingly random junk, none of which is immediately recognizable as sleepover related, but you only glance at it as you scan the rest of the room. That's when you start to notice similarly strange items scattered among and partly covered by the clothes on the floor; slim metal chains, leather straps, cat ears... a pink vibrator? When did your sister get a vibrator?
Your interest now higher than ever, you snoop more seriously and spot many other things; Larissa's pants, an uncapped sharpie, a bottle of your parents' vodka, handcuffs and chokers, just to name a few, all of which fit into the puzzle you're building in your mind. But your mind just about shatters when you turn over Bree's pillow and find a big black dildo hiding beneath it.
You stare at this thick rubber dick for quite a while, your heart racing and your head muddled. There's no way she... you try to calm down and put the pillow back. You're not positive what a "used" dildo would even look like, but you tell yourself that this one looks clean. Besides, there doesn't seem to be any particular rhyme or reason as to what was actually going on in here last night, the sex toys and accessories thrown about the whole room haphazardly. It's entirely possible that the girls just laughed at the weird gear and fake penises and played dress up or something. But your denial can't discount the butt plug you saw in your sister's ass.
You start searching for the plug once it crosses your mind. You find a small assortment of other similar anal toys by digging in Kylie's bag before looking over places you've already snooped. Part of you wants to prove yourself wrong, that you saw something else lodged between Bree's cheeks, but another part of you wants to find it just to see how big it is.
Your search blinds you to the fact that the shower turned off some time ago. You're still searching when your sister scurries into her room wrapped in a towel, her head down, and swiftly closes the door behind her.
Bree takes a step forward then stops in surprise when she looks up and sees you standing in the middle of her room with nowhere to turn. She looks over at Kylie's bag with concern then back to you, trying to stay composed but looking worried. "Why are you..."