Hot Summer Job/Try to get more out of Kylie
It takes a slice worth of thought before you decide to pursue this.
"Your sis is also looking pretty cute."
Kylie looks at you, confused, before sizing up her sibling. It seems she's looking for whatever Larissa must be exposing, but there's nothing to see. Tight pants, sure, but that's nothing compared to Bree.
She finally realizes your comment was genuine and scoffs, "Yeah, when she wants to be."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't have to live with her. Besides, you're just a boy."
"So?"
"So it's not the same."
"Okay, but how?"
Kylie sighs and puts down her pizza. "Boys are too easy. All I'd have to do is flash my boobs and you'd want me."
You can't help but glance down to her chest, yesterday's image of her compact little globes superimposed over her halter top.
"But I can barely get Rissa to look at me..."
Her words trail off into an awkward silence. That doesn't make it easy to interpret them. Is Kylie that much of an attention whore that she can't stand someone not showing interest in her body? Or does she have some sort of attraction to her younger sister? They look a fair bit different. Maybe they're only step sisters? Without their dad(s?) in the picture it's hard to know for sure and a topic you don't want to bring up out of no where.
The two of you now eat in silence, but Bree has begun to idly kick her legs. The heels of her feet tap against her butt cheeks as she innocently sways with her movements. The minutes pass and her playful flailing gradually lifts her skirt most of the way up her butt. Now instead of a sliver of cheek poking out she's all but outright mooning the occupants of the couch behind her.
"Did I mention how cute your sister was? Especially her butt." Kylie notes with a smirk.
"Yes. And I told you I wouldn't know."
"Well I know. And I also bet you'd be jacking it right now if you could. You'd probably be all like ' Arr Arr Agh! '" Kylie lifts one of her feet onto the couch cushion and flamboyantly bucks about while rubbing at her crotch mockingly. She laughs at her own overzealous display just as Bree hushes you both from over her shoulder.
"Stop talking so much!"
"Yeah, you're ruining the movie!" adds Larissa. This from the girls who wouldn't shut up before the pizza got here.
Kylie composes herself and places her hands demurely in her lap. Neither of you reply. But as soon as the other girls focus on the movie again Kylie makes another less animated mockery of your masturbation. And then she stops. Rather suddenly. That seems unlike her. Curious what could have interrupted her fun, you look out onto the girls to spot your sister with her legs spread. The soles of Bree's feet are pressed flat against one another and suspended in the air. This has forced her knees to spread outward and her thighs to part widely. And presented between those skinny legs is the underside of a perfectly smooth little pussy mound.
Has Bree forgotten how little she's wearing? Is she this comfortable around her friends? Another salvo of memories flood your brain as you sit here staring at your younger sister's tween twat. You can still vividly recall what she felt like under your touch, but it's the unfettered view of the moist sheen coating along the inside edge of her lips that is kickstarting your lust.
Kylie has gone so strangely quiet. You'd think she would harass you even more about Bree's most recent display. Instead she has pulled both her feet onto the couch and wrapped an arm around her bent knees to pull her legs as close as she can to her chest. But beyond all the changes in her posture is how focused she is. Kylie would be stare a hole through the wall if she weren't glancing downward so frequently. Despite her eyes locking onto your sister's snatch, even that is not where her focus really lies. It takes a minute for you to realize where her other hand has disappeared to. It's slipped its way around her bum and behind her feet so that she can discretely rub herself through her shorts.
Now you're the one smirking knowingly. Kylie's face and ears have begun to heat up before she notices that you're watching her. Caught in the act, she scowls at you then turns away and crosses both arms over her chest. The color in her face intensifies with her embarrassment.
Cupping your cock through your jeans you whisper to Kylie "I know, right?"
It takes her a moment to calm down. Soon you even catch her smiling. At exactly what you can't be sure, but sharing your mutual arousal couldn't have hurt.
Kylie unwinds herself, dropping her feet to the floor and opening up her body. Spying your hand still resting atop your crotch, she subtly slides her digits across her tight little dance shorts. Back and forth glides her hand, brushing lower and lower with every movement until her fingers round the gentle curve of her sex.
A tight young pussy in front of you. A girl masturbating next to you. It's hard to maintain control. In fact it's really, really hard indeed. Gently squeezing yourself through your jeans doesn't help that, although it does feel really good.
Kylie's ears are reddening again. But this time it's happening while looking in your direction. Okay, she's not exactly staring you down the way she is your sister, but it's a lot more than she ever has. Unexpectedly she shuffles her way down the couch, moving closer to you. She hasn't nestled up to you by any means. There's still a sizable gap between you two. But she wants to be closer for some reason.
"Give me your hand."
Releasing your trapped member you pass your hand over to her, palm up. But she doesn't want to "take" your hand. She snatches your wrist and flips your grip before guiding your hand between her legs. Manipulating your fingers, she adjusts your positioning until she feels it's just right. But you're a little stupefied. You glance out at the other girls, to your hand, back to the girls, then to Kylie's face. This is a pretty blatant move and one that isn't easy to hide.
The seconds tick by, your hand resting comfortably between this 7th grader's legs. What's really shocked you is the heat. It's been a hot day, sure - you're nearly sweating just sitting here - but the fire emanating from Kylie's crotch is intense. The tight contours of her shorts put virtually nothing between you and her soft malleable little mound.