MKOT Kick back and relax until tomorrow
From Create Your Own Story
Harassing your sister is always fun but since you just released all your pent up sexual energy from the day you don't feel like doing much of anything. Although as you surf the internet in your room your thoughts frequently drift back to your sister. Knowing she is chilling in her room completely naked does manage to capture your imagination.
Before you know it mom and dad are home and you're heading downstairs for supper. Bree arrives at the dinner table wearing nothing but a robe and a smile. It's easily apparent that she's enjoying your dare. Bree gets a bit of flack from mom who says she's almost as bad as you are, walking around the house half dressed. You and Bree share a laugh at that. Mom has no idea.
Bree is the first to finish and manages to get excused from the table early. After the rest of you finish and clean up, you head upstairs to find Bree's robe in front of her door in the hallway. She probably left that there as more proof that she's following through. Or she's teasing you. You're not sure which. You grab her robe all the same and bring it into your bedroom. Better than mom finding it.
The next morning you leave your bedroom only to see another article discarded in front of her door; this time a damp towel. Shaking your head, you take it with you into the bathroom for your shower. Afterward, wrapping a fresh towel around your waist, you step out into the hall where you find your sister changing for school. She's facing away from you standing bottomless, just pulling on a skirt. You felt up her ass yesterday, but putting an image to it is so much more satisfying. It looks even smaller than it felt in your hands, but it's rather shapely.
Bree gasps when she realizes you're behind her. She quickly slips the skirt up over her butt then spins around to face you.
"Oops! You caught me..."
She has the naughtiest smile on her face. You're pretty sure she wanted you to "catch" her. Probably to prove to you that she's still going through with her sleepover dare. How long she's been standing here for is the more interesting question. Regardless, you're not complaining. The skirt she picked is great. The bright pink mini skirt barely makes it down to her mid-thigh. The skirt came with a matching pair of shorts, a sort of mix-and-match pseudo-skort outfit. Although the school dress code requires knee length dresses, skorts get a pass since they're only shorts with an extra layer. So as far as anyone at school is concerned, or mom for that matter, this is the same "skort" she has worn plenty of other times to class.
She runs away amidst your staring which shakes you out of your stupor. You dick is already twitching under your towel as you enter your room to change. Wasting no time at all, you head straight downstairs and ready yourself to leave.
"Where are you going so soon?" mom asks, still putting breakfast together.
"I told you, I got a summer job. I even started it yesterday."
Your mom congratulates you, you're so mature, blah blah. You exchange other expected pleasantries then turn to Bree right before you leave.
"You nervous for school today?"
"A little... but excited too." she says bashfully.
"You'll have to tell me about it later!"
Bree smiles at you again and chews on her lip. You glance down at the plentiful amount of leg she has showing under the table. You hope she doesn't get into trouble wearing that. And yet some part of you thinks she might like that...
Saying your farewells you take off into the neighborhood. It's not a long walk to the Callahan residence. You stroll up to their front door and ring the bell a few times. It's not even 8AM, but Mrs. Callahan did say you should come early. You look behind you over your shoulder. The sun is already well above the horizon and beats down brightly on your back as you wait on the front step. That's an unfortunate indication that today will be another hot day.
"Good morning Bradley!"
Looking forward you're struck stupid by what you see. Before you stands Mrs. Callahan in a well fitted sultry pink negligee with thin black straps and black edging. A sizeable sheer-lace heart sits in the middle of her chest. Tiny black dots are spaced in neat rows across the surface of the pink material. But that pink is "less" pink than it should be. The bright morning sun illuminates Carol's fair skin under her thin sleepwear and faintly exposes every inch of her body to your gawking eyes.
"I'm glad to see you're an early riser!" she adds cheerfully.
"Uh, yup!"
The garment is by no means transparent, but you can make out so much detail of her body that you can't prevent yourself from staring. Her belly button and soft ripple of her stomach show how amazingly trim she is. Her tits are modest in size but still plenty perky with her nipples standing proudly against the polkadot material. You gaze down at her pelvis and can immediately tell that she isn't wearing panties, but you're disappointed by how little else you can make out. It takes you a moment to realize that you're casting a shadow on her bottom half which is obstructing your own view.
"Actually, are you sure you're awake yet? Come in already!"
Carol reaches out and grabs your hand before guiding you inside.
"I'm sorry." You know that you were just staring at her naked body, but she doesn't know that, so why are you apologizing? Maybe she didn't even know you were staring at her. She would have been looking right into the sun after all. "That is, I mean, I'm awake." You say, correcting yourself. She probably has no idea.
"I'm sure you are," she says, giving you a quick look of her own.
She knows. She has to.
"Follow me into the kitchen. We were just eating."
Odd choice of words, you think. And yet the suggestion is appreciated as you seem to be forgetting how to human. She turns away from you and shows off the rest of her enviable assets. Her negligee is cut surprisingly low from behind, the criss-crossed shoulder straps only finding fabric after travelling halfway down her lean back. The tightly fitted nightwear hugs her shapely ass which sways quite a bit as she moves away from you.
Following obediently, you spot Larissa sitting at a small kitchen table still donning her night wear as well, although hers is a touch more modest. But her roughly knee length garment appears to have some modifications. It's a mostly plain looking green nightgown with two exceptions; it has an extremely large and open neckline - the shoulders of her short sleeves the only thing holding it up - and the bottom edge is cut into a zig-zag pattern. You clue into the fact that it looks a tad Tinkerbell-esque, even if it falls a bit short on accuracy. Still, it suits the spry little blondie quite well.
"Bradley decided to join us for breakfast, Rissy!"
"Oh! Morning!" Tinkerbell replies cheerfully.
"That is, I assume you haven't eaten. Since it's so early."
You sit down at the table nervously. "No ma'am."
Carol twirls around and leans back against the counter. She has legs for days in that nightie. It is decidedly more opaque out of the sunlight, but she's no less stunning.
"Bradley?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Don't ever call me ma'am."
"Oh! Sorry, Carol. I didn't mean to. It totally just slipped out."
"That's okay. But you can call me Carrie if you want. My friends call me Carrie."
"Your boyfriends call you Carrie." Larissa mutters under her breath, grinning in your direction.
"Oh, sure. Carrie."
Mrs. Callahan puts together a plate for both you and herself and sits down next to you at the table. Eggs and bacon and hashbrowns. Although you find you eat very slowly sitting among present company. You're doing everything you can to not just lear at Carrie in her negligee all through breakfast. Despite there being less detail now there's still plenty to look at. You try your damnedest to not get caught tracing the outline of her nipples with your eyes through the polkadot fabric.
"Since you're here so early," Carrie says with a stretch, "I suppose I'll have to entertain you for a while!" she states playfully.
"No, don't worry about me! I'm easy to please!"
Carrie looks disappointed. "Oh. Well then I suppose I can go get ready."
You're already kicking yourself as Mrs. Callahan walks away from the table. Even Larissa is looking at you like you're an idiot. And after a minute of small talk, the tween pipes up.
"You should at least apologize to her."
"Huh?" Your awareness is obvious. But Larissa still spells it out for you.
"My mom was being nice and you blew her off. So at least let her know you didn't mean to be mean."
Larissa has a point, even if she's saying it with a smirk. Maybe you should go apologize before you upset your new employer.
