Hot Summer Job/Kylie never finished with Larissa
"Wait up."
Larissa is just ahead of Kylie on the stairs when they both stop and turn around. You've been pretty quiet overall, so both are surprised when you call out to them. You jog over and, reaching past your sister, grab Larissa by her arm to pull her down from the steps. With your sister standing in the way of Larissa and little room to maneuver, she brings everything to a stop until you force her to turn around as well.
"We're supposed to go play," Rissa informs you, as if you happened to stumble upon them just now.
"But Kylie hasn't finished her punishment yet," you remind her, ushering the young friends off the staircase. Bree's sudden presence here has definitely made Larissa more anxious. Carrie's youngest has been blushing hard the past few minutes but that quickly intensifies when she is led back into the middle of the room. Being completely naked in front of her friend certainly helps explain that. However, it's also true that your hard on keeps bumping into Larissa's shoulder while you push them along, the wet tip making her flinch and fidget. So she has plenty of reasons to be blushing.
"I know that," sighs Carrie, as if you were talking to her. She throws a hand up dismissively before running her fingers through her hair. "I was just thinking of Bree. Despite that skirt she has on your sister is not as... open as I thought she'd be."
She's sounding very proper all of a sudden. It's as if some tinge of guilt inside Carrie is forcing her to 'adult' for once. Or maybe she just didn't want your sister to cock block her. "I was trying to be good host," Carrie adds while looking at her oldest.
"Open to what?" asks Bree warily. She still has no context for anything here and doesn't know what brought about this strange situation she was dropped into.
You pull your sis to one side and lower to a squat to look her in the eye. You're not sure how to condense everything that's happened into something she'd accept. It takes you a moment of staring into her innocent baby blues before you come up with an answer.
"The girls and I took a dare. We lost," you whisper.
Bree perks up immediately, her interest piqued. "Really?"
"Yeah," you nod, glancing behind you. "Now we're all stuck doing forfeits. But you can't say anything about this. Just play along."
Your sister is already peering down at your suspended dick hovering between your legs, still parallel with the floor even in a squat. She seemed so ashamed to look, let alone touch, a minute ago. That's less of an issue now that she 'knows' this is all part of some elaborate dare game gone wrong. With that key piece of info she's been granted unspoken permission to bury her shame and start to enjoy the weirdness.
Standing, you announce to the room, "She's fine. She was just... Surprised."
"Like your penis," your sis whispers. Bree has a hard time stifling a giggle at her quiet quip, practically sputtering the last word, but she is doing an even worse job of holding back her smile. That's a lot better than the disgust she showed Carol. Amazing how the right frame of mind can make such a difference.
"Fine. Bree, come stand here next to me. Larissa lay down. Your sister's not done."
"That's no fair!" protests the antsy nude grade schooler as she drops to the carpet. You and your sis move closer to Carrie. "I'm getting punished twice?"
Kylie smiles and beats her mom to the punch. "Maybe you shouldn't have been playing with yourself."
"Kylie, if you don't busy that tongue of yours right now I can think of much worse places for you to stick it!"
That threat wipes Kylie's smile away pretty quick. The smart mouth teen pushes herself up and crawls toward her sibling. In short order she opens up the legs of her little sis and buries her face between her thighs. Your sis actually gasps a little watching this.
"But Ky did this to me already. And Bree gets to just wa- watch." You're not sure why Larissa is trying to drag your sister into this. Probably to try to feel less embarrassed in front of a friend.
"Last I checked she only just got here. And I assume she doesn't make a habit of stealing people's clothes. I think you're forgetting why you're being punished."
Rissa's body is becoming stiff, her movements jerky. She leans back onto her elbows. "Iz still not fa-air."
"Yeah, I'm really good at doing dares," replies your sister to Carol, stressing the word good.You know what she means by that: she's explaining that she does her dares because she doesn't like taking forfeits like the crazy scene in front of her. But to everyone else it has a boastful, taunting tone. Almost as if she wants in. You should probably warn her.
"Bree, you d-"
"Well little missy, if you're soooo good then you'd have no problem taking a dare or two for Larissa's sake, would you?"
"Oh, um... I guess."
"Then I have an idea. Why don't you... sorry, I dare you to slip off your panties from under that short skirt and give them to your brother. Better yet, hang them from his cock." Carrie looks over at you with some sort of 'you're welcome' face.
"No. I can't." Bree crosses her legs and hangs her head. You know that she literally can't since she didn't put any panties on this morning. But instead of explaining that fact she just stands there looking shameful.
"Really? That's all it took? You little liar. Do you see what my girls are doing right now? That... THAT is daring!"
"Do I... have to do a forfeit like them now?" Bree sure is walking right into this. You'd almost think she wanted to.
"Well that's certainly an idea! Any thoughts Riley?"
Yes. Terrible thoughts. Far, far too many thoughts. But Bree seems so interested by what the girls are doing. That's a pretty good place to start.
- She may as well join the girls Request --Privitude