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You grab at her body blindly and wildly, pawing at her skin, groping her ass, and running your hands along the sides of her torso. Larissa wiggles and giggles under your touch. Despite her shyness and hesitation she clearly loves the attention and enjoys her nakedness, possibly as much as her sister. You're not looking to get naked yourself, but this is an opportunity you don't want to pass up. Your pants can wait.
Now that these two sisters have managed to strip each other completely naked, you'd like for them to stay that way. Eyeing Larissa's tinkerbell nightie abandoned and forgotten in the middle of the room, you take a few casual steps forward and reach down to grab the green garment. As you right yourself, nightie in hand, you lock eyes with Kylie. She already has a curious look in her eye.


"You're grabbing my butt!" giggles the naked tween.
"Hey!" she yells, pointing at you and discarding the purple rag left in her hands. "Riley's taking our clothes! Let's get him!"


"Really? That's your butt?" You feign ignorance, squeezing and spreading her cheeks more deliberately. "It's too small to be a butt!"
Larissa looks to you with her jaw dropped, amazement quickly turning to amusement. She hops down off the couch to rally with her sister, their divisive sibling rivalry easily reversed by a call for solidarity.


Larissa laughs and postures up a bit higher, grabbing onto your shoulders for support. You move your hands even higher, pressing high and low on her back and forcing her body against yours. As her body conforms to yours you can tell where her crotch is against your back. It's probably all in your head but part of you thinks that the harder you squeeze her into you the more of her pussy mound you can feel.  
In a few short seconds they flank you, as if you were trying to escape. More than happy to make a game of it, you raise their clothing into the air taunting them with your height advantage and teasing them with their own nudity.


*CLICK*
Kylie repeats her battlecry. "Get him sis!"


That's weird. Something hit your wri-
The smaller nimbler sibling ignores her lack of modesty and flings herself at you. Slamming into your side, Larissa immediately tries to climb up your body as best she can. She shimmies up your torso before latching onto your skyward stretched arm, pulling it down with all her body weight. You quickly pass their clothing to your other hand to try to keep her as far away from her goal as possible, then lower your arm to try to push her away.


*CLICK-CLICK-CLACK*
Amidst this scramble you didn't see Kylie kneel down in front of you. That is until she gives your jeans a yank. She undid your button and zipper without you even noticing.


It's cold. Metal. Metal is around your wrists. A piece of you panics. You could be in deep shit right now. Thankfully when you turn to the side it's Kylie standing there and not a SWAT team.
"His pants! Take his pants!" cries Kylie.


"Geez, you scared me," you blurt out. "What are you doing?"
Larissa laughs and shoots down for your jeans, already as low as your knees. What Larissa hasn't seen is the head of your cock poking above the elastic of your boxer briefs. Wanting to address every problem at once, you bring down both your hands and start to bend forward. That's when your leverage - their clothing - is stolen away from you.


"Don't worry about it," she replies, just as naked as when she left.
"Keep going sis!" Kylie yells as she runs away. "Even the score!"


You swallow. "I... I'm not. But why did you handcuff me?"
Distracted and frustrated, you lose even more ground to Larissa who is now squatting between your legs and has pulled your jeans down to your ankles. Kylie has already disappeared, but you need to focus.


"She handcuffed you?!?" Larissa repeats in surprise. She wriggles down your back and ducks out from behind your arms. You turn around to face the two of them, Larissa stepping with you trying to examine your shackled wrists.
First things first, you shove your dick down into your underwear. The moment you let go, it springs out against the stretchy material tenting your underwear dramatically. So you push it down one leg, only for it to poke out the bottom and then pull the opening higher, exposing even more of your meat. You have to give up on it. You aren't making headway. Slipping your dick back inside you try to refocus your attention when you almost fall over. You stumble a bit, but regain your balance.


"Why not?" She shrugs. "I found it in mom's room. She has lots of cool things hidden away that we aren-"
"AHA!" Larissa yells. She wraps her clotheless body onto your bare leg then wobbles to and fro, apparently trying to topple you.


You have to stare at Kylie's body. You can't help it. Even if you should be thinking or talking your way out of your newly acquired steel bracelets, your brain is only wired one way. And she is so worth staring at. Her tits are perfectly round little hemispheres placed high on her chest with a tight little excited nipple in the dead center of each perky breast. That leaves a long and well toned stretch of skin leading down her stomach and pelvis between her tits and pussy, an alluring expanse of pale flawless skin interrupted only by her belly button and that tiny bit of red fluff above her sex. But it's her fingers that you find strangely distracting. It's her blue nails. They draw your eye, especially when she has her hands on her hips like that. Her digits are quite dainty. More like Bree's. And yet you can easily imagine them wrapping their way around your dick and pum-
She almost succeeded already, your stumbling forcing you to step out of one leg of your jeans. You can't let her win that easily. You shake your leg, vibrating the limb against her body. She holds out for maybe 10 seconds then lets go and falls back onto the carpet, her face grinning and her hands swiftly moving to shield her pussy.


"...am I right?"
Stepping past her, you bend over to pull your jeans back on, barely hanging off of one ankle. But the free leg is inside out and twisted all around. You barely begin to unravel it when you hear a scream from behind you.


"Huh?" you shake your head, dazed. "Oh, uh, yeah... sure..."
"SNEAK ATTACK!"


The look on Kylie's face is that of pure amazement. You clearly didn't answer her correctly. Or at least the way she expected you to. It would be great if you knew the question.
The pokemon trainer generates a sharp smacking sound against your back when her bare torso meets yours at speed. She's jumped onto your back, the force of which nearly sent you face first to the ground. You manage to keep your balance but you can't keep your focus, the nimble nudie writhing about on your back. She is once again trying to climb you. Her feet dig into your thighs to help boost her higher.


"Well Rissa, did you want to help Ry out?"
*[[Hot Summer Job/Reach behind you and grab onto her|Reach behind you and grab onto her]]


"...what?" you reply, a weak follow up to a mumbled answer of a question you didn't hear.
*[[Hot Summer Job/Tickle her feet, looking for a weak spot|Tickle her feet, looking for a weak spot]]
 
Larissa jerks her body about in a very hyper and animated fashion. "Okay!"
 
You glance between the two stripped, excited sisters before you realize what they're looking at; the boner in your underwear. You've made quite the circus tent with your stretchy boxer briefs, so it's no wonder that it has caught their attention. But when Larissa steps forward and slips a set of her delicate fingers into one side of your waistband you finally clue in.
 
"Woah! Hold up!" You take a step back but bump into the coffee table. Larissa pauses at your protest and looks back at her sister.
 
"He's handcuffed. He can't stop you," notes Kylie. "Just pull on the front."
 
Larissa turns back to you, alternating naughty and evil looks being directed at your underwear.
 
"Wait, I, uh... changed my mind."
 
"Nope! Too late!"
 
You grip the back of your waistband and hold as tight as you can, but Larissa reams down on the front with plenty of stretch in the material to pull it down past your dick. Your raging erection springs up in front of Larissa's face. She literally ducks down in front of you when it pops free, taken by surprise. Her girlish strength can't pull your underwear out of your grip, but having pulled it below your dick is more than enough. Hands cuffed behind your back, you'll never get your briefs any higher than your balls while you're this hard.
 
Letting go, Larissa teeters back and sits on the carpet staring up at the underside of your cock.
 
"It's so long..." she says, almost dreamily.
 
Kylie scoffs. "He's not that big. I've seen way bigger."
 
"Bigger..." parrots Larissa, leering at your man-meat incredulously. She might have a more favorable angle than her sister, but you're certain you're above average. Not that Kylie should know what average is, let alone Larissa.
 
*[[Hot Summer Job/Remind them mom could come home anytime|Remind them mom could come home anytime]]
 
*[[Hot Summer Job/Try to talk your way out of the handcuffs|Try to talk your way out of the handcuffs]]


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Latest revision as of 06:38, 10 November 2015

Now that these two sisters have managed to strip each other completely naked, you'd like for them to stay that way. Eyeing Larissa's tinkerbell nightie abandoned and forgotten in the middle of the room, you take a few casual steps forward and reach down to grab the green garment. As you right yourself, nightie in hand, you lock eyes with Kylie. She already has a curious look in her eye.

"Hey!" she yells, pointing at you and discarding the purple rag left in her hands. "Riley's taking our clothes! Let's get him!"

Larissa looks to you with her jaw dropped, amazement quickly turning to amusement. She hops down off the couch to rally with her sister, their divisive sibling rivalry easily reversed by a call for solidarity.

In a few short seconds they flank you, as if you were trying to escape. More than happy to make a game of it, you raise their clothing into the air taunting them with your height advantage and teasing them with their own nudity.

Kylie repeats her battlecry. "Get him sis!"

The smaller nimbler sibling ignores her lack of modesty and flings herself at you. Slamming into your side, Larissa immediately tries to climb up your body as best she can. She shimmies up your torso before latching onto your skyward stretched arm, pulling it down with all her body weight. You quickly pass their clothing to your other hand to try to keep her as far away from her goal as possible, then lower your arm to try to push her away.

Amidst this scramble you didn't see Kylie kneel down in front of you. That is until she gives your jeans a yank. She undid your button and zipper without you even noticing.

"His pants! Take his pants!" cries Kylie.

Larissa laughs and shoots down for your jeans, already as low as your knees. What Larissa hasn't seen is the head of your cock poking above the elastic of your boxer briefs. Wanting to address every problem at once, you bring down both your hands and start to bend forward. That's when your leverage - their clothing - is stolen away from you.

"Keep going sis!" Kylie yells as she runs away. "Even the score!"

Distracted and frustrated, you lose even more ground to Larissa who is now squatting between your legs and has pulled your jeans down to your ankles. Kylie has already disappeared, but you need to focus.

First things first, you shove your dick down into your underwear. The moment you let go, it springs out against the stretchy material tenting your underwear dramatically. So you push it down one leg, only for it to poke out the bottom and then pull the opening higher, exposing even more of your meat. You have to give up on it. You aren't making headway. Slipping your dick back inside you try to refocus your attention when you almost fall over. You stumble a bit, but regain your balance.

"AHA!" Larissa yells. She wraps her clotheless body onto your bare leg then wobbles to and fro, apparently trying to topple you.

She almost succeeded already, your stumbling forcing you to step out of one leg of your jeans. You can't let her win that easily. You shake your leg, vibrating the limb against her body. She holds out for maybe 10 seconds then lets go and falls back onto the carpet, her face grinning and her hands swiftly moving to shield her pussy.

Stepping past her, you bend over to pull your jeans back on, barely hanging off of one ankle. But the free leg is inside out and twisted all around. You barely begin to unravel it when you hear a scream from behind you.

"SNEAK ATTACK!"

The pokemon trainer generates a sharp smacking sound against your back when her bare torso meets yours at speed. She's jumped onto your back, the force of which nearly sent you face first to the ground. You manage to keep your balance but you can't keep your focus, the nimble nudie writhing about on your back. She is once again trying to climb you. Her feet dig into your thighs to help boost her higher.