Hot Summer Job/Tell Bree it's her turn
"I think it's your turn now."
"It is? Umm..." Bree nearly looks confused, red-faced and blinking. She freezes, a near statue, as if someone just paused a movie where some savage beast was halfway through tearing apart the clothing of its surprised victim. Bree remains stupefied for quite some time. You really don't mind if she takes all night if her tight little pussy remains on display. Bree nervously rubs one foot on top of the other before finally announcing, "I don't know what to do."
"Well YOU don't have to do anything. You're daring me, remember?"
"Yeah, but I don't know what to dare you."
Seems you really rattled her. Maybe tearing up her suit wasn't the best idea. Thankfully you know your sister. It doesn't take much to change her mood.
"It's okay. Just think up something." You tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "Doesn't have to be elaborate or anything. Just whatever you'd like. So? What do you like?"
"I like it when you pick me up..." she offers, eyes down, still blushing away.
"Okay. Piggy back ride it is!"
You grab onto your sister's hands. A quick kneel and twist and you're facing away from Bree pulling her arms over your shoulders. She quickly gets the hint and hops up onto your back wrapping her legs around you. When you stand you switch your grip to her thighs, pulling her body closer while her arms wrap around the base of your neck.
"How long of a ride?" you ask, craning your head to the side to look at your sis.
"Umm, 20 minutes!" She has a bit of her spark back already.
"What!? I'm not an actual horse!"
"You are now!" Bree giggles. "But okay, I guess... 2 minutes?"
"Sure, that I can do."
You gallop forward with a quick "hya!" from your baby sister. It's always fun to horse around with her, even if it's a little hot to be expending this much energy. Wearing your sister's bikini top certainly helps you feel a bit silly and makes it easier to feed that fire. You speed up your gallop, taking shorter and sharper strides and throw in the occasional neigh for good measure, really trying to milk it. That does not manage to make Bree more lively though. Quite the opposite.
Halfway through her ride you realize what's happening. Bree is gently bouncing against your back each gallop. Her swimsuit can slide against your shirtless body, but her bare skin tends to grip and smack against your own. It's pretty easy for you to feel on your back where her swimsuit covered stomach and pelvis transitions to her raw pussy lips. At first you had felt her pull away a bit, like she suddenly wanted down. But you had held her tight pulling firmly at her spread legs to keep her body close to you and make it easier to gallop. Now she's locked tight to you, but not so tight to prevent her from shifting and bouncing. It certainly seems that she has accepted her situation at the very least. The more curious question is whether she likes it.
You slow your pace for a moment, simultaneously distracted by this new realization and wanting to catch your breath.
"Keep going," orders Bree meekly.
Well then. She certainly doesn't hate it.
Replying with another neigh you pick up your pace, making sure to add just enough bounce to your step to lift your sister off of your back each time. As you gallop, you ponder whether the smooth glide of lycra would feel better than the skin on skin spanks and grinding that her pelvis is being subjected to.
It's soon well past two minutes. The sweat on your brow shows just how hard you're trying to keep this going, and you weren't planning on stopping so long as she wasn't complaining. Unfortunately your own physical limits got the better of you, your calves on fire.
"Rides over. I'm done."
You're forced to put her down. Letting go of her legs, you instantly feel her crotch grip you briefly as it presses hard into your lower back. A moment later Bree literally slides away and finally brings her feet to the floor as she unlocks her arms..As the air rushes to your back, a damp residue suddenly becomes noticeable in the exact spot her parted slit had to have been pressed.
Bree backs away a couple steps, her hands moving quickly to cup her exposed sex. She's blushing about as hard as before she started her ride, and nearly as mute.
"Was that fun?"
Bree shrugs coyly. "Kinda."
"That's it? Well I 'kinda' think it's my turn again. How about we make it simple. You have to pretend to be a corpse for 2 minutes."
"Like play dead?"
"Exactly, like you're dead. You can't move at all on your own."
Bree often plays dead as a form of minor protest, so she's strangely into the idea of having it as a dare. So much so that she abruptly begins before you even finish your sentence. Her eyes close and she collapses to the floor in a heap, but her hands remain tucked between her thighs.
"Oh wow! Look, this girl just suddenly died!" You crouch down and push her to one side, rolling her onto her back. Her head bobs about, a subtle grin on her lips. "We should perform an autopsy, Johnson!"
"Absolutely! First, we need to make sure she's all the way dead," you reply to yourself in a different voice. You grab one of her wrists and pull it up next to her head. You pause for a second, then weakly slap Bree's hand against her face a few times. She smiles and squints against the playful blows. "Oh yeah, definitely dead. I didn't know corpses could smile though." Bree's joyful expression washes away, her mouth dropping open and head listing to the side. You let go of her arm which she allows to flop onto the floor beside her head.
"So what's the cause of death?"
"Hmm. This girl appears to have taken a blow to the vagina!" Bree giggles at your exuberant exclamation. "If you see here, she was holding her crotch when she died. That might offer more clues. Let's take a closer look."
You grab Bree's other wrist and peel that hand away as well, setting it aside and fully exposing her bald young slit once more. Seeing your sis laying here so serenely, eyes closed, pussy out, you can't help but want a picture. You grab your cell phone and snap a couple shots while you continue your banter.
"Johnson, should we take a few pictures of the body? For the report of course."
"Oh, fantastic idea! Get some close ups too. Best to get that before we disturb the body too much."
Hearing this, Bree slowly slips her hand over her hip and back onto her crotch as stealthily as possible. She's much too slow however as you have already taken multiple shots by the time she covers up.
"Johnson! The corpse is still moving!"
You grab Bree's wrist again and move her arm as far away from her privates as you can, pointing the limb straight up past her head.
"Don't worry, that was just a death twitch. But we'll put her arm up here and out of the way just in case."
"Hmm. Are we sure she's still dead though?"
"Of course she's dead!" A few taps against her forehead elicits no response. "See? If she wasn't dead I wouldn't be able to do this..."
You slip a fingertip inside your sister's open mouth and poke at her tongue. She doesn't even flinch.
"Or this..."
You take your now wet finger and rub it against her one exposed nipple. After a few focused seconds of rubbing, Bree draws a short gasp and bites her bottom lip.
"Or even this..."
Wanting a proper reaction, you push one of her legs to the side and gently pinch your sister's slightly puffy vulva. They look so much more defined with the remains of her suit's elastic hem pressing up into the cracks of her thighs, her mound jutting out from her crotch. And she's that much easier to grab because of it. Unsurprisingly, Bree jerks as soon as you pinch her lips together. Her leg weakly tries to close over your hand but you easily maintain your grip of her lips.
"See? She's completely dead. Watch." You shrug away her leg then softly roll her vulva together between your fingers, her wet inner folds gliding and slipping beneath your even pressure. After a few seconds of this she remains quite still. Then you shift your fingers a bit higher and pinch again. One of her hands suddenly pulls up off the floor, her back arching, brow furrowing with another gasp. Her eyes remain closed though. You pause and after a few tense seconds she relaxes, carefully lowering herself back to the carpet as the shock, surprise, or pleasure wears off. "Just more of that stubborn death twitch I mentioned."
You keep holding your sister's pussy for a few more seconds, trying to size her up. Either you have even more sway and influence over Bree than you realized or she's just very tolerant of your invasive acts. Not wanting to push your luck, you let go of your sis's squishy little lips and aim for something more playful. After locking onto her ankles, you lift her legs and tug her across the carpet.
"We'll have to get this body to the morgue for the rest of the autopsy, before we get rigor mortise."
"Good thinking, Johnson!"
You drag your sister's body around in no particular direction, broadly painting the floor with her torso. Bree's arms hang uselessly, stretched all the way out above her, snaking a pair of trails into the carpet. Her head flops to and fro with each arbitrary turn you make. Running out of places to take this game, and over your time, you part your sister's legs to steal one more good look at her somewhat impeccable sex before setting her feet down and ending her dare.
"Aaaand... time's up! You're done!"
Bree doesn't move, although her tongue falls out of her mouth dramatically. She really does enjoy playing dead.
"Bree?"
You give her legs a quick jerk but she refuses to decorpsify. That's certainly a little frustrating. You don't enjoy these games to the same extent that Bree does, but you do try to indulge her. What you're unsure of is just how far she might indulge you. Probably best to just snap her out of this and move on to something else.