Hot Summer Job/You're in charge, take control
"Hold up. You can't just do anything," you warn them. Kylie scoffs.
"Sure we can. Who's here to stop us?"
"Me," you reply, as sternly as your own father. "I'm in charge this weekend."
"Ha! So?" Kylie scoffs again.
"So what I say goes." You rise from the couch and take an intimidating step towards the former tween. "Otherwise I'll kick you out and you can walk home. It's not like I'm stuck with you. You're only here because of me."
Kylie looks away, tucking her hair into place. It seems she's going to pocket her 'hot shit' attitude for now. Larissa and Bree were paying close attention to this short little argument. Kylie submitting to you so quickly is all it takes to put the other girls in line.
"Can we have the sleepover down here, bro?" Bree asks politely.
"Uh huh, can we Ry?" Larissa sweetly echos. "If you want to you can sleep next to me. I don't snore or anything, promise!"
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll grab the air mattress."
The two friends giggle and grab at each other giddily. Kylie wanders her way onto the couch with her phone. You head off to pull the mattress from the closet. You're glad you reigned them in so quickly. More importantly, that they now see you as the boss. You can't imagine how hard it might be to handle these girls if they were running around wildly. Besides, how would you ever be able to sneak away to see Carrie otherwise?
It doesn't take you long to get the air mattress setup. Mom doesn't skimp on these sorts of things, so it's a sizeable bed of air to be sure. All four of you could indeed fit if you wanted to. But with two couches available there's plenty of room to spread out.
Speaking of, Kylie is curled up on one couch while the younger girls are seated on the other chatting away about everything and nothing; plans for the summer, meaningless accomplishments, random happenings. Despite living a half a dozen blocks from each other, they don't seem to get together very often, so - apparently - they have a lot to catch up on. As if the life of a pre-teen was somehow complicated. It's not. You would know. But it's still surprising how much they have to talk about.
After you throw down some sheets, blankets and pillows, you sit down next to Kylie. The mattress doesn't stay empty for long though. The gabbing girls slowly inch away from their couch and onto the full-fledged bed that you've erected.
"How about we get some pizza?" you propose after a few minutes, as much from boredom as hunger.
"Oh! Hawaiian!" shouts Bree.
"Can mine just be cheese?" asks Rissa.
"I'll have whatever you have," Kylie offers, her tone quite agreeable.
You place the orders, two medium boring pizzas and one large supreme for you and Kylie. Meanwhile the girls start streaming a movie on the tv. It's some sort of low budget corny tween flick. You seem to have as much interest in it as they do since they continue talking through the first ten minutes until the pizza arrives. You're surprised how fast it got here, but thankful given your growing hunger. You plop a box each in front of the girls on the bed then open your pizza next to Kylie on the couch.
You quickly grab a slice then turn your attention to the movie. But something far more interesting catches your attention. Your sister's bare ass. She and Rissa are crawling around on all fours moving pillows around but the short skirt she's wearing does nothing to cover her backside as it points prominently into the air.
"Looks tasty."
"Mmmm... huh?"
You look over at Kylie. She's smiling at you while taking a slice of pizza. You have yet to take a bite of yours, suspending it carefully in front of your face.
"Oh, uh, yeah. They make great pizza."
Kylie leans closer to you. "Don't pretend you aren't looking."
You follow Kylie's gaze as she looks away from you. Bree and Larissa are just stretching out across the mattress, laying down on their stomachs. Bree's butt barely peeks out from under her skirt now, barely even a tease compared to the full flash you witnessed a moment ago. Propped up on their elbows, all of their focus is on the movie and their pizza. That makes it all the more shameful, and yet that much easier, to stare down at the sliver of ass your sister is providing you and your couchmate.
"I don't blame you. She's cute." The teen nonchalantly comments on your sister before chowing down on her slice.
"I... wouldn't know." You flip from defensive to aloof at the last second, not wanting to validate Kylie's very forward observation. She chokes out another scoff at that comment but continues to eat her pizza.
You really shouldn't leer at your sister like that. But it's a hardwired thing isn't it? You would stare at any girl's ass if it was just hanging out. That's not your fault. But why is Kylie encouraging it? She's not trying to bait you, is she?