Hot Summer Job/Ask the girls if they'd like some drinks to cool off
"Is anyone thirsty? I can get some drinks."
"OH! OH! Let me!" offers Kylie. Jumping quickly from her seat she leaves her shorts on the couch next to you. "I make great party drinks!"
"Do you know where... anything is?" you ask as she walks away. The back of her panties are much like the front, a patch of fabric just narrow enough to leave all of her hips exposed. But the fabric of the tight undergarment has sunk in between her cheeks slightly, the outer half of each cheek exposed to the air and the full contour of her ass outlined impeccably.
"I'll manage!" she calls out with a flippant gesture.
"Hey Riley..."
You return your attention to the 'twins' on the floor.
"...come help me tickle her!"
"No!" Bree yells, instantly trying to kick and roll from beneath Larissa. She starts to make some headway which prompts you to push away from the couch and grab your sister's arms, locking her biceps against the floor.
"No fai-AAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Your sister's uncontrolled laughter makes you smile. Larissa is dancing her short finger nails across Bree's bare sides making Bree twist and squirm. Rissa clamps her legs together around Bree's hips trying to limit her squiggling. Bree sucks in her stomach, twists her body, flails her forearms, tosses her head, all desperate, futile efforts to escape the tickling.
Being an accomplice to your sister's friendly molestation is pleasing your cock. Your member thickens as you gaze down at your younger sister's lithe form below you. The thoughts you were trying to shut down a short while ago race back to you - or perhaps they never left. Your imagination does far worse things to her than tickling while you hold her down.
"Go higher!" you encourage your team mate.
"Okay!"
"EEEEE!!!!"
Larissa slips her hands under Bree's shirt. Her fingers flit across Bree's rib cage just out of sight. You watch as a pair of disembodied legs kick wildly behind Larissa.
Not yet satisfied, you latch onto Bree's forearms and pull them high above her head along the floor.
"Higher! Get her armpits!"
Larissa nods and giggles then leans forward to push her hands even further under Bree's shirt. Larissa's invasive motions inch your sister's top up her torso, bringing the bottom edge to nearly the middle of her chest. Rissa digs into Bree's armpits, going for broke and trying to outdo herself. Bree kicks and bucks and lifts her torso as high as she can, trying (and failing) to evade Larissa's digits. The animated, bucking, writhing Bree manages to flip one side of her shirt even higher to expose all of one side of her chest. Seeing her small rosy nub pointing up into the air while she's fully restrained makes your dick lengthen even more.
"No, we need to really get her," you tell Larissa. Lowering your shins on to Bree's arms frees up your hands, although you're careful to not apply too much pressure. You reach out and grab at her shirt, lifting the bottom up and over her face. The neck of the top stays well under her chin which ensures that the shirt blocks her vision completely. But everything from her shoulders down to her waist is now fully visible.
"Hey! I can't see!" Bree confirms, still struggling.
You sit up and stare down at your sister's naked upper body. Two slight bumps are noticeable on her otherwise flat chest. You hesitate to call them breasts but they certainly explain the training bras you spotted in her room, whether she wears them or not.
"I can see your niiiiiipples!" sings Larissa.
"Don't just taunt her, get her!"
Not needing any encouragement, Larissa dives forward eagerly. She gets right under an arm with her one hand and all along Bree's side with the other. You helpfully contribute your own hands, at first tickling along your sister's neck and collarbone and then drifting down her chest. You place a hand against one of her tiny tits, kneading it gently with your palm and feeling the slightly stiff nipple poke against you. With how hard the little nip already is you know it wants to be touched. Tracing the tip of one finger round and round the light pink areola helps stiffen it that much more. You softly grip the pointy pink button and roll it between your fingers, the firm flesh responding even more as you continue to manipulate it.
With this new attention given to her chest Bree alternates between bucking more fiercely than ever and freezing completely still. You're not sure what to make of that but she's certainly paying attention.
An increase in giggling is followed by a different hand pinching Bree's other nipple. You look up at Larissa who has donned a shit eating grin having decided to join in on the fun you're having teasing your sister's sensitive nips.
"Wh- what are you doing? And who's doing it?" asks Bree.
"No talking, wench!" teases Rissa.
You dig your fingers into Bree's side to quickly induce familiar squeals. You and Larissa continue to grope and tickle your little sister, laughter and teasing coming from all sides.
"NOO!!! My pants!" Bree suddenly screams. "You can't! I don't have panties on!"
You look up just as Kylie silently strips your sister's pants from her kicking legs.
"You're naked?!"
It was an honest question from Larissa but with the excitement in her voice it comes out with a mocking tone. The confused girl stands up, still straddling her victim, and peers between her legs.
"Oh my god, you are!"
Your interest was piqued the moment Bree screamed and seeing the result of Kylie's handiwork makes a tiny bit of precum squirt to the tip of your cock. Your heart beats faster, your body feels warmer, as you stare down the length of your tweenage sister's utterly naked and completely hairless body. Her gentle bump of a pubic mound is made more prominent with her torso all stretched out. But even with your unfavorable angle you think you can make out the dark pink hood of skin at the top edge of her slit.
With everyone distracted, your sis manages to pull her arms free from under your legs. She sits up in a flash and slams her face into Rissa's crotch before she can even regain her vision from her t-shirt blindfold. Larissa laughs in surprise and starts to step away but Bree is looking for revenge before modesty. Her shirt still partly over her face, Bree latches onto Larissa's plush sweatpants and yanks down with all her might.
"EEEP!" yelps Rissa as she stumbles backward. Tripping over her own pants, she loses her balance and falls like a tree to the carpet.
"You take my pants... I'll take YOURS!" quips Bree with another yank to finish removing her friend's bottoms.
Rissa jerks around and covers the crotch of her polka dot panties with her hands, a humorous sight when the girl across from her is all but completely naked. "That was Kylie!" whines Larissa.
"Kylie!!!"
Having already discarded Bree's leggings somewhere, the rambunctious redhead just walks away laughing. Bree meanwhile scrambles to her feet, her bum jiggling slightly as she hops up. Turning away from you she hurriedly pulls on Larissa's pants, trying to cover up. Larissa in turn shuffles toward the couch to grab her sister's forgotten shorts from the couch.
Your sis slowly turns toward you, still in the midst of straightening her t-shirt. Her ears and cheeks are burning red with embarrassment. You wonder if there's some excitement behind that as well.
"Everyone's ganging up on me!" Bree says with a pouty huff.
"Not really," Kylie replies, a drink in each hand as she enters the room again. "I didn't think there were teams."
"But you've seen me naked twice already!"
"Then here... you can have the first drink!" offers Kylie, shoving a blue beverage into your sister's hands.
"Okay..." Bree whispers with a smile, taking her minor consolation prize with a lick of her lips. She takes a couple big gulps to quench her thirst.
"Here sis," Kylie offers to her own sibling. "Drink up!"
"Thanks!" Larissa accepts the glass with both hands even though she has only pulled Kylie's shorts up to her knees.
Bree dramatically smacks her lips after chugging half of her glass. "Mmmm! It's really sweet!"
"Don't worry Ry, I didn't forget about you!" Kylie says with a wink. Her barely covered derriere sways with an intoxicating rhythm as she walks away from you yet again.
Larissa takes a sip and looks to be as equally satisfied by her beverage as Bree. She starts to throw it back as well.
"So you found the Kool-Aid?" you call out to Kylie. You're still kneeling on the floor thanks to the return of your erection.
Kylie comes back with two more drinks. "You have Kool-Aid?"
That's not the reply you were expecting. You raise an eyebrow at the now mysterious blue liquid that Kylie hands you.
"So what is this exactly?" you ask.
"I found cocktail mix!" she smiles broadly then takes a sip.
Ah. Mom has all sorts of colorful mixes for cocktails. They're basically pure sugar.
You take a swig. You're almost as parched as the girls, although you can't imagine that a flavored syrup wi-
"Finished!" Larissa announces proudly.
Kylie spins around. "Woah! You're not supposed to chug it!"
Bree is also holding an empty glass, but she peers down into hers quizzically. "My throat feels kinda warm now. Like... hot and scratchy."
You only tasted it on your second gulp. It's just barely noticeable through the crazy sweetness. But this is more than cocktail mix.
You grab Kylie's wrist and pull her down to whisper to her.
"Is this an actual cocktail?"
"Relax," she says, shrugging you off. Her words are delivered in an assuring manner, full of confidence. "It's not even a full drink. It's only half vodka," she declares, taking another sip.
"Half vodka?!" you whisper back. "Like half a glass?!"
Kylie scoffs at you. "Uh, yeah. It's called a half and half. Duh."
"That... that's not what you think it is," you mutter, staring warily at the blue beverage. Thankfully it's a small glass, but either way that's still a lot of alcohol. And two unsuspecting little girls just slammed it back like it was water. You have no idea how that much booze is going to affect two pre-teens. They might just puke it up in a matter of minutes. Or they might pass out in an hour. But whatever will happen, it's happening. What can you do?