Hot Summer Job/That's far enough for now, you want to hear more about her sleepover
"There we go. We got it out!"
You pull your hands away and set the plug on Bree's desk, placing it on the jewel, pointing up into the air, then take a moment to wipe your hands off on your shorts while you examine what just came out of her. The round pointed knob that is perched on the end of a short narrow shaft looks to be at least as big as an egg, if not bigger. It certainly looks girthier than your cock and you imagine that this would be an impressive enough feat for anyone to lodge into their asshole, let alone your 10 year old sister.
Speaking of Bree, she is scrambling up onto her chair now that your task is complete. Standing on its seat, she turns to face you with a rosy scowl on her face clutching the top edge of her towel while the bottom half still hasn't fallen into place. She doesn't care to fix it either, a grin forming below the scowl as she looks down at you.
"Uh, you're welcome?"
Her bent knees the only warning, your sister leaps at you, forcing you to catch her. Damp hair smacks one side of your face as her arms reach over your shoulders and her legs wrap around your waist. You hug Bree's body to hold her close to you and support her weight. Her towel is tucked just tightly enough around her upper body to stay in place but there's no doubt that her bare legs and crotch are pressed against you.
"I assume you're happy now?"
Bree pulls back enough to look at you, bites her lip, then nods, her bright bouncy self again.
"Silly Kylie. You can't defeat a girl and her brother! We showed her!"
"Well... I did. You were just going to wear that plug all week, weren't you?"
"Nooo." Which clearly means yes. "I'd see Kylie eventually."
"Yeah? And then what? Beg for her to take it out? What if she said no once you were able to ask her?"
Bree hadn't considered that possibility, but she shakes her head in response to it. "She's not that mean." You chuckle at that.
"Hmph. Well what all happened last night anyway?"
Bree scrunches up her nose with an amused expression. "It was a sleepover! What do you think happened?"
You glance over at the butt plug on her desk. "I thought I knew, but... I really have no idea."
"Besides, why do you want to know?" she teases, alluding to the fact that you're a boy.
"Trust me. I'm interested. If you're up for sharing."
Bree stares at you questioning your sincerity then shrugs. "Well we did lots of things. Lots of talking. Larissa thinks you're cuuute," she teases with a giggle, as if you'd be grossed out by that. "Oh! And she painted my fingernails." Bree holds one hand up in front of her as proof, the pale pink glittery polish not particularly noticeable to your eye. "Kylie did my toes."
"Uh huh. And?"
"And we... played some games. Larissa tried on some of my clothes. Actually, she and Kylie went through my whole closet! But they were just teasing me about my dare with you," she notes with a smile. It would've been fun to see her naked and stewing while her friends pulled out all the clothes she wasn't allowed to wear.
"Then... I dunno. We didn't eat dinner, but after we realized you weren't home we grabbed lots of snacks. And we watched some movies. Kylie was on her phone a lot. I dunno... it was a sleepover! We did sleepover things!"
You're not sure if she's omitting details on purpose or if she's really so naive that whatever sexual deviancy Kylie brought to the party wasn't a noteworthy part of the sleepover. A few days ago she was excited to be able to share the original dare that helped spawn some of this stuff, but that was a more specific event, or perhaps a more personal challenge to overcome. Still, it's frustrating that she seems to be glossing over the juiciest bits. You decide to push her on this more directly.
"Right. Sooo... did that butt plug go in before or after a movie?"
Bree squirms in your arms, looking bashful. "Riley! Why do you want to know that?"
"Every guy wants to know that part."
Bree picks at the collar of your shirt, trying to distract herself. "It wasn't... we were just being silly."
"Butt plugs are silly?” The corners of Bree's mouth turn up with amusement at your comment. "Sure seemed like a big deal a minute ago when you were bent over that chair."
She squirms again, pressing her pelvis against your stomach. "You really want to know?"
"Really really. Super really."
"Well... It was before we came downstairs."
"Like, right after she made you... What did Kylie make you do anyway? To "own your ass" I mean."
"I told you! She made... Why do you want to know this!" she exclaims with a giggle before continuing. "She said that when I called out for you when I got scared it was cuz I was thinking about you while she was using that toy on me. I told her that wasn't it but she bet me that she could make me do it again, that I'd want to scream your name once she did it long enough."
"So all you had to do was not say my name?" You ponder that for a moment. "That doesn't seem very hard, sis. You didn't, uh... did you let Kylie win?"
"I didn't let her win. I wasn't taking it seriously at first but she kept going, and... she was right about making me scream, but I... I don't actually remember what I said." Bree is blushing again at this point and you suspect she knows full well what she screamed, but you aren't going to push her on that.
"But that was it? She won and she slapped a plug in you? Details girl, c'mon!"
Bree smirks and wiggles again, stiffening up against you. "Not exactly! She 'loaned' my butt to Rissa - it was Kylie's after all - and Larissa traced her hand on me with a marker. That's when Kylie wrote the other part. She wouldn't even tell me what she wrote! I had to read it backwards in the mirror. And then they... took turns doing that for a while."
Spanking her, you assume, given the instructions you read on her cheek. "And then the butt plug?"
"No, that was right before we went downstairs. I'm pretty sure it was after midnight," she adds, less than confidently, again alluding to the terms of your dare from the day before. "She said that she wanted me to hold onto something for her until she asked for it back and that I could only take it out to go to the bathroom. Then she made me bend over..."
"Is that why you came down bottomless? Because you were worried about having that back there?"
"No, that was Kylie too. She didn't want "her" bum to be covered, in case she wanted to... do something"
"Is that why she got naked? To do stuff?"
Bree shrugs. "Not really. She got naked cuz I was naked? Like, way before we came downstairs. Just when we were hanging out in my room. She asked if it was okay, said she wanted to, so I wouldn't have to do it alone. She also tried to get Larissa to join, so it was a, what'd she say, 'proper pussy party'? But Rissa didn't want to. We still got her to later though." Bree says with a smirk that she tries to wipe away shortly afterward.
You shift your sister as you hold her up. Your legs are doing most of the work so long as you lean back a little, but it still gets tiring to stay locked in one place for too long. Her wiggling sure doesn't help any, but you're happy to let her grind herself against you however she wants. She probably thinks she's so sneaky, that you don't even notice her doing it, based on her frequent sly downward glances anyhow.
Shaking out one arm briefly, you adjust your grip on her back and can feel her towel shift as you do so. It's a shame the thing is still on her. Amazing really. But what's more amazing is how many more details there seem to be about last night that your sister still hasn't shared with you yet. At least she's opening up a little. You'll just have to guide her to what you want to know.