Hot Summer Job/Remind Bree about ''your'' dare that she's currently failing
"Wait a sec. Aren't you forgetting something?"
She stops her wild thrashing, a confused look washing over her.
"The dare I gave you yesterday. You're supposed to be in your room right now, remember? And wearing... a lot less," you add, eyeing up her clothes.
Her confusion morphs into a naughty grin. She clearly forgot all about it, but tries to pretend otherwise.
"Yeah, I remember," she replies coolly. "But wasn't it over today?"
"Yes, but not until tonight. And I should probably add time now too. But since I'm nice... you have 10 seconds to get up there if you want to avoid a forfeit."
Bree giggle-screams and flails her way out of your arms trying to get back down to the floor. Fiercely competitive, your younger sibling starts to peel off her shirt before she even gets any forward momentum. She throws her top away blindly as she reaches the stairs, already working on her skirt. But getting undressed on a staircase is dangerous business. Your sis tries to hop out of her short skirt on the fourth step and trips, releasing a cute squeak when her face meets the staircase and her exposed ass rises prominently into the air. Bent in half at nearly eye level you get an eyeful of your little sister's backside, her pristine pussy lips peeking at you from between her wobbly thighs.
Kicking the skirt from her legs, a now naked Bree scrambles up the rest of the stairs on all fours. She completes her mad dash to her room with the hurried slam of her door, an abrupt finale to her frenetic display.
The loud slam shakes you awake and makes you realize just how hard you were staring at your little sister's body. And also how hard you're getting. It's only a semi but it wants to be so much more. You swallow your guilt and tug on your pants then move to grab Bree's hastily discarded clothing.
"What is your sister up to now?"
Your heart stops for a second when you hear your dad's voice. You turn to see both your parents entering through the front door.
"Even the neighbors would have heard that door slam."
"OH! Uh, I dunno, she's just being crazy," you blurt out with a nervous laugh.
"What are her clothes doing out here?" follows up mom.
Your heartbeat accelerates from 0 to 120. Your brain scrambles for an answer.
"...oh, I DO know why she's excited. She's having a sleepover with Rissa and Kylie." Answering the first question is a lot easier than the second.
"Who?" asks dad.
"Ah, Larissa and Kylie," answers your mom after some thought. "They're Carol's kids. When are they expecting Bree?"
You raise an eyebrow. "Expecting... no, they're coming here. Carri- Caro- Mrs Callahan... asked me if you'd take them. I figured you'd be okay with it."
"Riley!" scolds your mom. "You've known for months about our conference this weekend! Your father and I are already packed," she says, gesturing to the luggage near the door. Apparently your eyes stopped working after seeing Bree's backpack. "We're just about to leave. I can't have 3 unsupervised girls here over the weekend."
"Well... they won't be alone," you offer, the pieces quickly coming together. "They're just coming for tonight. And I'm already babysitting them for Mrs Callahan so I know what I'm doing. And I'm sure if we talked to Carrie she wouldn't min-"
"BREE! Come down and say goodbye!" interrupts mom. Dad is already muttering to himself and carrying the bags out to the car. Mom turns to you. "I'm sorry, we really don't have time to discuss this. Just sort it out with Carol, please. Can you do that?"
You smile and nod. "Consider it done!"
"Good," huffs mom, stepping forward to peck you on the cheek, then ducking to the front closet to rummage in a bin. She suddenly stops then looks around. "Bree? Sweetie? Hurry up! We're leaving!"
You barely hear Bree's door open.
"I'm trying to find my robe," she calls out.
"And we're leaving! Come down!"
"But I can't find it!" whines Bree.
"Bree-Anne, you get your butt down here this instant!"
"...fine!"
Bree stomps out of her room and down the stairs, meeting your gaze almost instantly. She's still as stark naked as you saw her a moment ago, although now she's at least trying to cover her crotch. When she sees you standing near the bottom of the staircase she falters for a moment before moving one hand up to also shield her chest as best she can. Her face is already beginning to blush when she hits the bottom of the stairs.
"Why are you naked!?" exclaims mom.
"I TOLD you, I can't find my robe!"
Your mother sighs. "Honestly Bree, you're even worse than your brother!"
Bree looks over at you before quickly redirecting her gaze to the floor, biting her lip and readjusting her hands. With only one of her arms free to try to cover her pert nipples she pushes, pulls and squishes her chest with her fingers as much as she can. In doing so she manages to reveal that she isn't entirely flat after all. You're not sure what you'd call it. An AA-cup? Maybe triple A? But considering her slim physique she does appear to be squishing together some sort of honest to god titties, however tiny.
"And...?" mom prods incredulously.
"What?"
"Well don't just stand there! Go!"
"I thought you wanted to say goodbye?" you quickly butt in.
"Oh geez... fine, come here."
Bree shuffles forward. Your mother leans toward her with outstretched arms. The two embrace each other a few feet away from you as you start to get the weirdest boner ever. Getting hard in front of your mom is a bit of a first. But getting hard over your kid sister in front of your mom...
"You crazy girl," mutters mom, kissing her daughter's cheek and patting her bare butt lovingly. "Now go already!"
Your sister scurries away completely red in the face, sloppily covering herself. You observe a little too meticulously as she climbs the stairs in the nude for the second time in ten minutes.
Snatching an umbrella from the closet, your mom asks, "Watch her, will you?"
"Gladly," you whisper.
"There's money on top of the fridge, same as last time. We love you!"
You sigh deeply after the front door closes. You can only vaguely remember mom talking about a conference. Your parents go to one at least once every few months in this county or that. Really specialized workshops. You're not entirely sure what they do there, other than every now and then you get an extra lazy weekend. Although you can only imagine this weekend will be anything but lazy.
You grab one of your dad's beers from the fridge and chill out on the couch, trying to compose your thoughts and gain some perspective. Carrie's offer still weighs heavily in the back of your mind. It seems like guaranteed pussy, but it might be hard to tap that pussy if you're also supposed to look after her daughters and your sister at the same time, at least without them knowing. Supervising a sleepover could be fun, especially with what Bree's diary alludes to, but you're not likely to get your dick wet from that.
Part of you starts to think that jerking off would be easier when the front door opens again.
"Gawd, don't you knock?"
Larissa stops in the doorway, glancing back at her sister. "Susan said we don't have to knock when we come over 'cause she knows we're coming."
"Didn't I just leave your place?" You sit up, surprised.
"Mom practically kicked us out the door," Kylie starts, dropping a nondescript black bag on the floor after entering. "She didn't even give us enough time to pack so I grabbed her overnight bag."
"I packed my bag," counters Larissa with a hint of sass, placing her disney duffle near the stairs.
"There's, like, two things in that bag," barks Kylie. She dramatically changes tone after noticing what's in your hand. "Your mom lets you drink?"
"Our parents aren't actually home this weekend," you explain..
"Cool... then can I have one?"
"Where's Bree?" asks Larissa.
"In her room," you reply, ignoring Kylie's request.
Larissa looks puzzled. "So you're home alone? I thought your mom was looking after us."
You shrug. "Nope. Change of plans."
Kylie meanders through the living room. "Yeah? Then what are the plans exactly?"