Hot Summer Job/Fess up. You really need to get home.
"I have to go home," you admit. Your voice is dripping with disappointment, easily sounding half your age.
"Are you happy girls? Now you got Riley in trouble too. He could've been home already if not for your shenanigans! Both of you, run upstairs and bring back his clothes this instant!"
Kylie turns and bolts for the stairs in speedy compliance. Larissa just prances in place on her tiptoes.
"Didn't you hear me young lady?"
Larissa glances at you looking for help. "But... I can't! He... I got his shirt dirty!"
"What are you eve- I'm not going to ask. Just grab a t-shirt from my closet then. Go!"
Larissa jumps, scrambling after her sister. Carrie sighs then saunters in front of you, placing the tip of one finger atop your cock, gently poking at your erection.
"It's a shame you're leaving. Did you have fun today?"
"Um... yeah."
"Good. Me too. But I hope you don't have too much 'fun' without me, hmm?"
You heart skips a beat or two. What does she mean by that? Does she know what you and the girls were up to? Or is she trying to get you to do this again? Really, she has to know. She came home to Rissa wearing only your t-shirt with you in nothing but Rissa's shorts. Still, you're honestly not sure if it's a threat or an invitation, and it's a scary enough range for you to stay vague but agreeable.
"Oh, uh, sure?"
"Good boy."
A quick squeeze of your shaft and Carrie circles around you just as Kylie swiftly descends the stairs.
"Here," the stripped young teen mutters, slowing to a stop just out of arm's reach. She half heartedly holds out a small bundle of your clothing in one hand in a disinterested fashion. Her opposite arm drapes lazily across her still naked body, comforting more than concealing. She has definitely felt distant to you ever since she accidentally lapped up your cum.
You accept Kylie's balled up package with an apologetic grin then try to redress now that everything from your bottom half has been returned to you. Getting dressed is a task made difficult by your almost painful erection.
"Yeah, you had no idea where all of that was, did you Kylie? You just stumbled across it maybe? If you're hiding things in your room again I will take your door down. Don't think I won't! You don't get to have any privacy if you're going to abuse it."
Kylie takes her mom's threat coolly, not showing much of a reaction at all. At least she's smart enough to not get you all in far worse trouble, because she easily could if she wanted to.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know what to get!"
You're just stepping into your pants when Larissa clammers her way down the staircase. Like her sister, she's also still completely naked. She is waving about a small collection of Carrie's shirts sandwiched between her hands, hangers still attached. Of course several of those hangars manage to escape as the frantic girl races back to her mom.
"Well you didn't need to bring all of them! How many do you think he needs?! Here... this one. It's too big for me so it should fit you Riley. Call it a gift."
After buttoning your jeans you quickly pull on the charcoal colored shirt. It has a deep v-neck which seems a little weird. Perhaps a little douchey even. Certainly not something you would wear. Of course you'll take a v-neck over cum stains any day.
"Now are you two going to apologize to Riley for getting him in trouble with his mother?"
"Sorry Ry," Larissa quickly coos, her hands behind her back, shirts thrown to the floor.
"Sorry for getting you in trouble... even though 'you' got 'us' in trouble," bemoans the teenager.
"YOU got you in trouble Kylie. In fact, just for that remark, I'm taking your door off right now!"
"Mooom! I didn't do anything!"
Carrie turns to you, for a moment pretending her daughters aren't even there. "You better go Riley. Sorry you had a hard day. And despite everything, thank you."
"Sure! Yeah, uh, anytime."
"Careful. I'll hold you to that," she winks, then turns away. "Now, I don't want either of you girls to even TOUCH a piece of clothing tonight! You're both butt naked until morning, got it?! Get me a screwdriver!"
Hearing that as you leave their house almost makes you turn around. But you're trying to not get in worse trouble than you're already in.
You hightail it through the neighborhood, jogging most of the way home under the hot sun. The events of the day quickly play through your head again and again, which helps you ignore the sweltering heat for a while. After playing through what happened over and over something irks you once you realize it... you never even got paid.
By the time you make it to your front step you're a sweaty mess. This weather is utterly unforgiving. Hopefully mom will be more merciful. Before opening the door, you do your best to steady your heavy breathing and wipe away some sweat from your brow using Carrie's shirt.
"Mom? Mom, I'm home! I'm sorry, I was helping Carrie, er, Carol with som-"
"Mom and dad are gone," interrupts Bree, rounding the corner with an ice water in her hand.
"What? She's not even here?"
"They left right after calling you. Mom was kinda mad. She said I was supposed to call her after 15 minutes if you still weren't home, buuuut..."
You quickly check the time. Mom called your cell 23 minutes ago which means she probably called the Callahans 22 minutes ago. You look up to see Bree smiling.
"I didn't want to get you in trouble or anything. I knew you'd come home. I mean, eventually."
It's pretty awesome that Bree has your back. She usually obeys mom's orders to the letter. "Thanks sis. I suppose I owe you."
"No, that's okay. But can we get pizza? You look gross by the way." No beating around the bush there. Thankfully she didn't mention your weird shirt. But disobeying mom clearly had more selfish motivations here.
"Oh, yeah. Well I ran home since I was late but it's so hot out. I'm sweating like crazy. Kinda sucks that it was all for nothing."
"Uh huh... So what pizza are we getting?"
"Geez! Okay! I'll order pizza!" you reply with a chuckle. "But then I need a shower."
Bree smiles and nods. "I'll allow it. Thanks Ry!"
You move into the kitchen and track down the money your parents always leave for sustenance whenever they take off on one of their weekend trips. After stealing and chugging Bree's water, you call a local place and order two pizzas, some cola, and a salad. You're not even sure why you bother ordering a salad. You're certainly not going to eat it. The responsible side of you is probably looking to balance out the greasy cheese and sugar water somehow.
With dinner sorted out you find your way to your room and check your phone. After ignoring it for the entire day you try to get caught up with your limited social circles, then unintentionally waste even more time scrolling through posts from friends of your friends, the most normal thing you've done all day. After a while you can no longer stand just how gross you feel and you finally hop in the shower.
With nothing but your thoughts to stimulate you as the water cleanses your body, images of Kylie and Larissa stripped completely bare flash in and out of your mind. It's been such a crazy day. Part of you wants to brag about it to anyone who will listen, but thankfully a more cautious part of you knows better. Besides, you won't have the slightest chance to get any further with those girls if the entire neighborhood knows about what happens under the Callahan roof.
Even without a single stroke your cock manages to inflate itself to full size. You consider finishing it off in the shower, but then you consider Bree. You've spent a ton of time up here already. Besides, you could probably use a further dose of normalcy, despite your protesting erection.
Your cock is especially hard to will away, but once you manage to center yourself you hop out of the shower and head back to your room. After finding a clean pair of small boxer briefs, sweat shorts, and a simple t-shirt, you head downstairs to find your sister splayed out on the floor in front of the TV with two boxes of pizza that she's already torn into.
"That was a long shower! The pizza guy came forever ago."
"Yeah, sorry. Just, uh, really dirty. And stuff."
Bree gives you a weird look but shrugs it off and turns back to the TV. You grab a slice for yourself and sit down on the couch. It's only then, leaning back and biting into your pizza, that you realize that Bree is still wearing that little skirt she put on in the hallway this morning. That sends your brain buzzing. Why hasn't she changed? Did she put on panties? Did her dare turn out okay? You can already feel your dick twitching and you haven't even swallowed your first bite.