Yes/Chad/Have Emily clean up the floor with her shirt
"Sorry sis, I think Em and I are both finished and won't have to go for a while."
Bree scrunches up her face, clearly disappointed. "Aawwww." She's still dripping onto the floor and she wants more. Just wild.
"Instead, we should probably get you cleaned up." You turn to her older sister with an eyebrow raised. "Em, would you be willing to help with that?"
"Sure. I did do some of the peeing after all..." she notes with a grin.
"Great. How about you get the floor cleaned up using your shirt?"
Her grin quickly disappears, and not from the ring. "Oh, Okay. I suppose I could," she says, clearly reluctant. She takes a step to the side. "Let me... go get changed first."
"Nonsense," you say waving your hand. "Can you worry about that later? Best we get this mess sorted first, isn't it?"
"I guess so," she says with a sigh.
Emily lifts her shirt halfway up, exposing her lightly toned abs along with everything below. But she hesitates there, looking a bit uncomfortable. She turns away from you before continuing to peel her t-shirt the rest of the way off her torso. She spends some time with her back to you, folding her shirt in half, then fiddles about with her arm. Bree is already giggling a little at her stripping older sister when Em turns round again. Emily has carefully positioned her forearm across her nipples, trying as best she can to shield her flat chest from your view. Despite you making her excited to show you her crotch, that has not changed her modesty concerning the rest of her body. She wouldn't have bared her chest to you earlier and she isn't about to start now. You consider tearing that bit of modesty away from her too, but it’s very cute to see her struggling to hide her nipples while spending no effort covering her increasingly rosy pussy. Besides, after your earlier exchange, this continued embarrassment should only get her more turned on now.
"Stand up Bree. Give your sister some room."
Bree gets out of the way while Emily gingerly drops to the hardwood. She’s not very mobile with an arm pinned in front of her, but she is determined. She pushes her shirt along the floor as far away as she can, soaking up the splatter and pushing the larger pools of liquid into one. She then shuffles forward, trying to sop up more of your shared mess.
Watching your lithe, fair skinned, preteen sister stretch, bend and shuffle along the floor in nothing but her tiny ankle socks is making your cock strain with discomfort even though it has not been returned to captivity.
"Your crotch is really big, Chad. Pointy even," Bree notes with interest. Your privates are much more interesting than Emily's it seems, although that does make a lot of sense.
"Yeah, it does that sometimes," you explain. Usually when it's excited."
"Huh..." she ponders, staring you. "How come?"
You're not sure how far you want to take that. Honestly, she is only six.
"You know, it's like how you felt asking for it, it was just as exciting to pee on you. But it also happens when you see a pretty girl, and especially if she gets naked and starts crawling around on the floor," you add, casually gesturing in front of you.
"Quit it," Emily blushes. "That's... weird."
You noticed the way she's been looking at you. She can't think it's that weird. Although, despite that, she probably still doesn't like the idea of incest. You never thought you would. Maybe you're just drunk with power from the ring, but it's curiously alluring to you right now.
"That's not weird," you reply. "It's hormones and junk. Not even my fault. But you do look good naked, doesn't she Bree?"
"Yeah!" she confirms, finally peeling her eyes off your dick. "Your body is really pretty Emily!"
"Staawwp!" She turns her face away, scrunching up her body a little.
"Come on, sis. You like being looked at you, don't you?"
"Yeah... maybe." She loosens up her posture a little. "But you don't have to make a big fuss about it." After she says this, one foot slides further behind her to help stretch out her leg and lengthen her profile.
"Sorry. I can put this away if you want." A short thrust sends your cock bobbing just as Emily looks over to you.
"Ummm, I guess you could. If you want to I mean."
You can't help but smile. "I don't really want to."
Emily tries to seem disinterested, but her glances toward you are not subtle enough. You doubt she's ever seen a proper cock before now, and although she knows it's impolite to look, her desire to do so is obvious. Unfortunately for her she's somewhat busy at the moment.
"Do I really need to do this by myself?"
"You are fun to watch," you tease. "But I guess not. Bree. Might you be able to grab a certain pair of panties and use them to help Emily clean up?"
"Sure!" your little sis brightly replies. She quickly lifts up her dress and yanks down her underpants, stepping out of the plain white article in an instant.
"Oh, that's not..." Bree then hops down onto all fours and scrubs eagerly at the shrinking puddle with her damp underwear. "Okay. Sure."
Emily gives you a bit of a uncertain look, questioning where that just came from.
"What?" you answer her silence, getting defensive. "That's... isn't it true that underwear is great for cleaning up spills?"
Emily's face reacts to the ring yet again. "Oh, yeah, I knew that. Speaking of that, can you pass me mine?"
You happily oblige, picking up her shorts and panties as you had expected Bree to do. You pull the one out of the other then toss both down right on top of the mess.
"Chad!" Emily whines.
"What? I'm helping!"
She lifts her shorts to find them already partly soaked in pee. Bree poorly stifles some more giggles. Following a look of frustration, Em begrudgingly swirls her last bit of meaningful clothing around in the piss alongside her already soaked shirt and panties. Between all of this clothing they actually manage to get the puddle cleaned up. Granted, the floor is far from dry, but only tiny beads remain.
"Finally. Just throw all of that in the sink for now."
Emily struggles to stand up while holding all of her heavy wet clothes in both hands, her arms squished together in front of her for protection. "What? No! I'm putting my stuff in the wash right away," she announces, hopping forward.
"Can you just put all of it in the sink instead?"
"Yes, fine," she says with a huff.
"You too Bree. Can you please get out of your dress and give it to Emily?"
"Okay," the youngster replies plainly. She pulls her arms out of the straps of her dress then puts on a funny grin. "Now I'm getting naked toooo," she says almost boastfully.
"No, the other way," Emily quickly butts in. She leans down, grabbing the bottom of Bree's dress to pull it upwards. "We just cleaned the floor," notes her big sis.
Bree closes her eyes as her golden shower dress is peeled up and over her head. You get an amazing and unfettered view of both of your youngest sisters' bodies, their arms high as the wet garment puts up a short fight. Each of their nubile figures gets accentuated in striking ways as they pull and twist. It's all over in a moment, but your hard on drank in that sight with gusto and offered up some precum in response.
Emily turns away sharply. She tosses Bree's dress into the sink with the other wet clothing and turns on the tap. Meanwhile, little Bree squints in your direction.
"I bet it's even bigger now, isn't it?"
"No," you sigh. "It's not really getting any bigger than this."
"How do you know?" Bree asks. "Have you tried?"
"Bree, you're being a pervert again," states Emily, now wearing a cute handbra along with her socks.
"So? I thought we all were..." Her comment is very sincere. She's not wrong.
So how perverted are you?