The other three teens rejected Pearla’s suggestion. “No way, I’m keeping my lil’ sister,” Carla said and she uncrossed her arms as she considered Darla and Diana’s suggestions. She spared a second to send a grin Jeff’s way. Her kid sister stuck out her tongue then adjusted the oversized t-shirt and pulled her knees toward her torso. “Not like my wardrobe’s stuffed full with over decade old clothes. But suppose we should give her something. One sec.”
Jeff tried to crane his neck and peer at her older sister as she did something on her laptop. Looking absolutely adorable with her displeased pout.
“Naughty kids get punished, ya’ know.” Diana’s sing-song heralded a full set of probing digits sneaking their way past the girl’s shirt and onto the sides of her stomach. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Tickle! Tickle! Tickle! ” Even as she pulled her into her lap, the cheerleader didn’t relent and kept Jeff as a mess of twitches and laughter.
“Hehhe...,” belatedly Pearla covered her mouth to hide her guilty smile, “...maybe we can keep Jeff like this a little longer. But, well, we should make sure she can’t use the Chronivac without our permission.”
“My laptop’s password protected.... Let me think it over. ” To her credit, Carla did sound hesitant. “We’ll see where things end up before we go to bed tonight. Anyway, nothing fancy and I included something for us too.”
A warm and fuzzy cover of fleece came between the little girl’s ticklish skin and the evil Diana. The fabric snuggled around her entire body. Even her feet and hands were clad in oversized gloves mimicking paws. Jeff shifted around in Diana’s lap, seeing a small-ish bulge of extra fabric at the small of her back. She confirmed that she was wearing a bunny onesie when a pair of floppy white ears fell and hid her blushing cheeks.
Diana squealed with delight and hugged the cutest bun-bun ever to exist around her tiny waist. The clothes she wore only a second ago had been replaced with a set of pajamas. They had a bunny motif.
Darla, Pearla, and Carla also wore personalized P.Js. All black with bats for the goth. Pearla, pink and princess themed. Lastly, Carla had a gamemaster screen’s worth of fantasy action. Probably was, Jeff noted with a pitying look as she peeked out behind her ears.
“...Shut up! I’m not a Forever DM.” Carla’s little sister only shrugged. She said it, not her. Then the girl yawned and began nuzzling closer to Diana, feeling warm and tired. “Can’t have my sis napping for her first slumber party. While I’m getting on that, we can’t call you Jeff. So it’s Josephine. Or Fifi. Or Josie. Or whatever nickname we come up with.” Though Carla wasn’t married to the name. “Can call that the first thing, so secondly be nice and we might consider listening to any changes you’d like to make. Either yourself, possibly us. Might.”