Hot Summer Job/Mention Carrie's comment about Larissa's nightie
"Your mom did say she should take it off."
"Reeeally..." Kylie exclaims.
Larissa stands up from her spot on the floor pointing her finger wildly. "So? What about you?!"
"This isn't about me, this is about your nightie," replies Kylie with an air of innocence, as if this whole discussion were somehow unavoidable. "I don't think you have a choice now. Mom already told you to take it off. Besides, Ry could never take off his shirt if you didn't do it first."
Larissa looks over at you with wide eyes and a toothy grin. "You'll do it if I do it, right?"
"Um, yeah. I'm not sure why I wouldn't," you answer truthfully.
"See, there's nothing to worry about." Kylie steps behind her sister and plants her hands on Rissa's bare collar. Although they're both rather petite, the older sibling stands almost a foot taller than her younger sister.
Kylie's hands rub outwards across her sister's shoulders, but it's not meant for comfort. The teen slips her fingers into the cut collar of her sister's nightie pushing it outwards and off of her shoulders. The green garment slips down Larissa's arms, only stopping when the tween crosses her arms around her midsection in shock, causing the nightie to hang from her elbows.
"Kylie!" she yells angrily.
"Whoops!" The mischievous teen backs away, tugging haphazardly at her own loose top.
Larissa fumbles with her fairy dress all the while flashing you her barely-there chest from across the table. After a flustered moment failing to pull the nightie back up her tightly crossed arms, she holds up the front of the material with one hand to at least cover her nipples.
"That's not nice, Kylie," she says, her face a deepening shade of red.
"It just slipped! I swear!" her sister responds, once again a pinnacle of innocence. "But why does it matter? I thought you were going to take it off."
Larissa looks to you again, biting her lip bashfully. She starts curling her toes into the carpet, softly swaying back and forth. Her sister spouts off a few more "encouraging" words but it's clear that Larissa doesn't need them. She slowly pulls a slender arm up and out of one sleeve. The other arm mirrors her careful movements a minute later. She looks nervous and excited standing across from you holding her nightie in place.
"You first..." she demands demurely.
With a shrug, you lean forward and peel your t-shirt off your back in one fluid motion. Tossing over the side of the couch, you lean back comfortably as Rissa giggles to herself. You're not built by any means, but you're pretty lean which helps show off the few muscles you do have.
"There. Now you, right?" you prod impatiently.
Rissa is practically chewing her lip like bubble gum but she can't hold down the corners of her mouth which keep popping upwards into a silly grin. Looking down her body she kicks one foot forward, examining her lower leg as it pops out into her vision from under her nightie. She pulls her sleepwear away from her body, peering down the length of her body still hidden from view. She coyly plays with the garment, either building up the courage to drop it or relishing in the naughtiness she has yet to unleash.
"Oops!"
With a tug, the nightie rushes down to the floor in a flash. But not because of Rissa.
"KYLIE!!!"
You only get a fleeting glimpse of the young pokemon trainer before she spins around and runs after her cackling sister. The fair skinned prankster bolts into the kitchen, her younger sibling close behind. You get up off of the couch not wanting to be left behind. But their shrill name calling and laughing is followed by the two of them bursting back into the living room in short order.