Hot Summer Job/Fuck it. This is happening
"I love your skirt, Bree! It's so cute!" compliments Carrie emphatically.
You can hear Bree's beaming smile from the other room. "Really? Thanks!"
Having already accepted the fact that you're fucked, you continue standing fully erect in the Callahan living room. Even if you wanted to get dressed you have no idea where your clothes have been stashed. But Carrie did say not to move.
"Very leggy. I bet your brother loves it just as much as you! Speaking of..."
Carrie leads your little sister around the corner. Larissa has only just managed to stumble her second foot into her twisted panties leaving no doubt that she was completely naked until now. The uncoordinated 9 year old frantically tugs her underwear up the rest of the way then twists her arms together in front of her in a nervous little dance.
"Hi Bree," Rissa utters, half shameful yet half welcoming.
Your sister's eyes open wide, glancing between you and both of Carol's daughters. It must look especially strange that you and Larissa are the only two who are naked. That certainly implies a smoke gun that you haven't even fired. At least as far as Carrie knows.
"You see, I told your mom a teensy lie. My girls were really naughty and stole all of your brother's clothes from him, so he's been busy here helping me punish them."
"Oh," your sister replies, clearly staring at your erection. Her imagination is almost certainly running away with itself given the very little context she has with this situation.
"Wait..." Carrie drops down into a crouch and follows Bree's gaze. "Have you never seen your brother's cock before?" Bree continues to stare silently. "Have you never even seen a penis before?"
"Well, I mean... sorta," Bree eeks out.
"How embarrassing!" exclaims Carrie, a hand pressing against her chest. "I had no idea! I should really call your mother to let her know."
Bree quickly ends her staring. "What? No! Er- please don't. She'd get mad."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm not supposed to see. And we can't be naked in our house. It's not allowed." That reasoning kinda implies she's looking out for you more than anyone. It's good that your sister is at least on your side.
"That's terrible! Well you don't need to worry about that here. I won't get you in trouble for anything like that."
"Since when?" asks Kylie, trying to bring attention to what you were all doing up until now. Carrie ignores her daughter and continues.
"Buuuut then I suppose we shouldn't tell your mom about any of this, should we?"
Your sis shakes her head. "No way."
"Done. I won't say anything if you don't. But really, you've never seen a penis?"
With the topic changed back to your junk, Bree attempts to not look at you while trying so hard to look at you. After a moment she answers with a quiet, "no."
"Well that's easy to fix. Riley, come over here."
Your dry mouth makes it hard to swallow, but you force a gulp and move toward your sister. Every step makes your stiff prick bounce and shake. Carol waves you closer, beckoning you in until you're standing within two feet of her and Bree.
"See? It's just a cock," Carrie notes as she grabs hold of you. She points you in every direction giving your sis a front row 360 profile of your hard shaft. "Although I will admit that your brother's is quite nice." Carrie pumps you a few times then peels your foreskin all the way back to expose your raging purple head glistening with precum. "I bet you want to touch it, don't you?"
Bree makes a confused look of disgust. "Nuh-uh."
"Oh come now. He won't mind. Ry, you're okay with your sister touching you, aren't you?"
Carrie says this as if you're being forced to share a couch or give a hug. That's all a far cry from handling your junk. How could she even ask you such a thing. "Uh, sure." You're such a sick bastard.
"There, see? It's fine."
Your sis looks horrified as her hand is guided by Carrie onto the head of your cock. It seems like Bree is fighting a little, leading to her palm slipping about your slick glans and unintentionally lubing up her hand. Carrie finally gets your sister's fingers to close over the tip of your dick and then glide her effortlessly down off your ridge and onto your shaft. Carrie lets go, satisfied with Bree's grip. You're almost as shocked as your little sister. You both stare down at her delicate little fingers wrapped around your shaft.
"Can I try?"
"Do you have a brother Larissa?" snaps Carrie. "No, you don't, so there. And take off those panties!"
Rissa shoves her underwear down in a huff and steps out of them with a bit of prancing. Bree's hand does not linger on your cock for long. No longer forced to be there, she promptly pulls her arm back. She spreads her wet fingers apart, unsure of what to do with the coating she has just acquired.
"I don't want to see you in a stitch of clothing for the rest of the day. That's your punishment missy. Now you and Bree go play."
"Umm, actually, can we go..." Bree's voice retreats as Carrie pushes her away from you. She's definitely a bit weirded out by all this, to say the least.
The two friends slowly wander away, although neither shows much enthusiasm considering they've been given the arduous task of playing together. Watching Larissa's bare butt make its way closer to the stairs brings back that strange feeling of being the only person naked in the room. Carrie quickly circles back to you, eyeing you up. Kylie meanwhile is still happily laying prone on the carpet. The teen's feet kick idly in the air in time with her head bobbing gently to and fro to some song playing in her head.
"So, where were we?"