MKOT Hang out with Larissa until Carol comes back
From Create Your Own Story
You stare blankly at the television, barely absorbing some trashy reality show. Every little noise seems to draw your attention to the staircase. You wait with anticipation for Kylie to wander through the house again, but after an hour of glancing at the stairs you eventually give up.
Larissa manages to distract you once she finishes her schoolwork. She replaces her sprawling drawings with piles of pokemon cards. She's just as proud of some of her cards as she was her story. She practically bounces in place grabbing this and that around the table as she compiles a deck to battle you with. She definitely reminds you of Bree.
The thin right strap of Larissa's apparent hand-me-down dress repeatedly slips off her shoulder. Sometimes she grabs it right away. Other times she lets it linger for a while, the fallen strap gradually working its way down her arm to expose more and more of her chest. You wonder whether it is too hot for her to notice or care, or if like her sister she gets some enjoyment from showing off a bit of a skin.
The two of you duke it out in the battle arena several times before Carol comes home.
"Hi sweetie! You find someone to play your pokemon with?"
"Yeah, but he's not very good," she jabs with a gleeful smile.
"Hey! I won a game!" you counter.
"It's okay," she says condescendingly. "You're just easily distracted."
You can't help but raise an eyebrow at that comment.
"Did you see much of your sister?"
"Well I didn't..." Larissa starts.
"Nope!" you jump in, trying to cut off Larissa just in case. "She was in her room the whole time."
Carol shook her head with a few 'tsk's. "I tell ya. She's probably been on her phone since she woke up."
After some more pleasantries and small talk, Carol walks you to the door and shoves another forty dollars into your hand.
"Please, take it! You have no idea how much those couple of hours did for me! In fact, could you come back tomorrow?"
The idea of getting paid to ogle two exhibitionist sisters all day strikes you as the best summer job you could have ever hoped to find.
"Sure! Why not," you reply, trying not to sound too eager.
"Great! Thank you so much Bradley! You can even come a little earlier if you like. Whenever you want really."
"Okay. Then I'll see you in the morning!"
You walk home dumbfounded. The money is great, but compared to Larissa and Kylie it's just a perk. And if Kylie really is a teenage nudist then screw your wage; you'd be willing to pay Mrs. Callahan!
As soon as you get home you strip down and rinse off in the shower. It's desperately needed after several hours in a non air-conditioned house. It's not like your house has central air or anything, but a window unit here or there makes a huge difference.
Feeling refreshed you towel off and grab a fresh pair of boxers. Still cooling down from the afternoon, you forgo your stifling clothing and head back downstairs.
"Bradley, really!"
"Mom?" They're home already? Were you gone that long?
"Did you even leave the house today?!"
"Of course I did!"
Bree steps out from behind mom. "He at least changed his underwear," she offers.
"Thanks for noticing," you say sarcastically. "I found a job helping Mrs. Callahan with..."
"Well that's good, but I have to head back to the office. We're trying to close a deal this week. Love you both!" she shouts, already running out the door.
You and Bree stand opposite each other in momentary silence. Grinning, Bree drops her back pack next to the wall then calmly walks toward you.
"How was school?"
As she passes she gives a playful tug on your boxers that launches into a sprint for the stairs. You immediately reach behind you and latch onto your sister. She squeals in laughter as you pull her away from the stairs. Bree managed to pull one side of your boxers off of your hip, but no further.
"The hell was that?! You're trying to pants me in my boxers??"
Bree just laughs. You lift your scrawny sis by her arms and swing her into the air. As you pull her in closer she wraps her legs around your mid-section only for her eyes to open wide in sudden realization.
"You deserve a wedgie for that!" you scold, grabbing hold of her legs beneath her dress.
"No! No!" she yells.
It's only when you reach in underneath her that you realize that she doesn't seem to have anything on that you can wedgie. It's her bare crotch that is pressing into your stomach, her legs gripping you tightly. Bree's hands shoot down behind her in an effort to push her dress down.
