Hot Summer Job/Tell Larissa to take Kylie's bag
"Does it matter?" you reply. But you direct that toward Larissa and not Bree. "If she took yours then you take hers. Easy."
Larissa's eyes light up. "Can I?!"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
Larissa grabs Bree and the two hurry to the abandoned black bag. You lean back and sigh, frustrated that you kinda blew that opportunity and simultaneously amazed that you managed to get a taste of Kylie's pussy at all.
A taste...
Quick! While the other girls are distracted. You pull your fingers to your mouth to sample the barely teenage spunk of that spicy re-
"What is all this stuff?"
Bree's concerned voice snags your attention. If you had a beverage you'd be doing a spit take. Two young girls are handling sex toys a few yards away from you!
Your sister places an egg vibrator on the floor and pulls out a paddle. Larissa discards some handcuffs only to find a ring gag.
"I think this is a bracelet," decides Larissa, handling the straps of the gag quizzically.
"That's a... uh, it actually goes in your mouth."
"Really?!?"
Larrisa's interest doubled after learning that. She fumbles with the straps a bit while trying to bite the side of the ring. Bree pulls out some rope and a dildo while Larissa demonstrates her confusion. The youngest girl finally gives up and walks over to you. She holds the item out to you as if presenting a gift.
"Can you help me Riley?"
You take a second to think about this. Or more accurately to beat your conscience into submission.
"Okay," you reply, and cautiously take the gag from her.
Larissa, freed of the responsibility, twirls around and hops onto the air mattress in front of you. You follow her down and begin to guide her through this.
"You'll need to open your mouth. No, wider. Like all the way, as much as you can."
"I am! It's just hard," complains Larissa.
"Well this thing will hold it open for you after I get it in..."
You insert the top half of the ring into her mouth before twisting it 90 degrees. The bottom edge barely clears her teeth, the top and bottom of the ring instantly wedging themselves against the roof of her mouth and under her tongue respectively. It's clearly wasn't made for such a small mouth, but somehow it just fits. Two prongs poke out of both the left and right side of her mouth, holding onto the ring and preventing her lips from closing even a little. Of course they also provide a mounting point for the straps, which you now turn your attention to.
"-ish -ing -ish... weeard."
The labored words are followed by a chuckle from Bree. You have to admit it is pretty comical, even if it's also feeding your hard on.
"Iss like I haav ah -ood hole."
"More like a popsicle hole!" jokes Bree, still pulling out sex toys.
"Ooo! Ooo! I wana -oggsicle!"
"Oh! Can we big brother?" asks Bree sweetly.
"Yeah, that's fine."
Bree races off to the kitchen while you continue to work on this gag. You've secured one of the two straps behind Larissa's head. Your nervous hands now yank the second one into place, this one passing below her ears. You really have to tug on it to shrink it down to fit Rissa's small proportions. After yanking Rissa's head about without the slightest complaint from the girl, you finally get it tight enough. Just in time for your sister to return from the kitchen.
"Purple's the best flavor!" she announces, plopping down next to Larissa.
"Hankss!" nods Larissa as she takes possession of her popsicle. Already unwrapped, the eager girl slams the sugary ice rod into her mouth and bangs it about, ricocheting back and forth between the inside edge of the o-ring and slapping it against her tongue repeatedly. Bree sucks her own popsicle while watching in amusement.
"Sis, I can't believe you didn't pack any..."
Kylie stops dead on the last step. The teen pauses in shock, glancing between the dispersed sex toys and her gagged little sister. The three of you on the mattress stare back just as confused. Kylie has changed out of her shorts and into a pair of Larissa's panties. It's surprising to see her wearing nothing but a short little blue halter and pink princess panties that are a few sizes too small. Of course it's hard to deny that Larissa is a more shocking sight. A 9 year old waering a ring gag is pretty unusual.
"What are you doing with mom's bag!?" exclaims Kylie.
"Oh, itsh -o-ns?
"And why do you only pack one pair of panties and a nightie to a sleepover?" she continues.
"I i-int. I rought -eneolo-ee ooo."
"Stuffed animals don't count." Kylie counters while crossing the room, able to understand her sister far better than you can.
"Wyy no-? I -of h-ACK!"
Bree shoves her popsicle into Rissa's open mouth. She shoves so far that she hits the back of her friend's throat by accident. She pulls back a bit, but giggles throughout, rubbing the purple pop against Larissa's exposed tastebuds.
"Your mouth is for popsicles now, not talking!" giggles Bree.
"Aha. Okae! Aaaa..."
Larissa quickly adopts her role, sticking her tongue as far past the inside of the ring as she can, inviting the forced popsicling of her mouth. Saliva and melted syrup dribble off of the tip of her tongue and down her chin, the majority of the colored liquid splattering onto her lap. Larissa grabs your sister's wrist at one point, trying to guide her stabby thrusts and perhaps slow her down. Your sister isn't having any of that. She clearly wants to use Larissa as she pleases, a notion you easily share.