Hot Summer Job/Push Kylie off of the couch

Without warning or explanation you grab one of Kylie's wrists, wedge your other hand behind her bare back, and simultaneously pull and push Kylie off of the couch and onto the other girls below.

"AHHH!"

All of the girls scream in unison. Kylie manages to tackle Larissa off of your sister, although Kylie's legs stretch across Bree's midsection instead to keep her pinned down.

Once everyone has come to a rest you all share a laugh. It was sort of random, but that much funnier because of it.

The rear of Kylie's crop halter top is very open. Paltry blue strings are tied into bows behind her neck and in the middle of her back. Two thin straps are the only things keeping her top in place. They don't afford much coverage either. You never thought it would be so tantalizing to stare at a girl's back.

"Thanks by the way," Kylie snarks in your direction, trying to untangle herself from her sister.

"No problem," you retort. "You looked like you needed to join them. Right girls?"

Your sister's face suddenly beams with joy. Reaching down, she latches onto a foot of Kylie's and giddily scratches at the teen's sole.

"AH! HAHAHA! NO!"

Kylie takes evasive action, rolling off of Larissa and away from Bree. Larissa is quick to join in on the fun, fighting past her big sister's arms to attack Kylie's neck.

"Quit - EEEE! - it!"

The teen is shortly overwhelmed, unable to defend herself fully from her back. Larissa and Bree giggle away assaulting the older girl, but Kylie isn't entirely passive this time around. She kicks into the air forcing Bree to move up to higher targets. She tries to throw some counter-tickles, but the smaller girls are more nimble and seemingly less ticklish, or perhaps just more determined. So Kylie tries to purple nurple her sister instead. With not much there to pinch, she settles on yanking the blondie's pigtails.

"Ow! Riley! Help us!"

You were having so much fun watching you hadn't thought of joining in on round two.

"Sure!"

You dart into the fray, removing Kylie's hands from Larissa.

"How is this AAHH fair fight?" whines Kylie.

You shrug your shoulders. "Um, it isn't?"

Larissa leans in for revenge, her fingers going straight for her sister's tits. The moment her digits land, Kylie jerks in shock. The redhead tries to spiral away like an alligator, flipping onto her stomach. But that's as far as she can go while you still have her by the wrists. All she does is cross her arms over her head and work to further immobilize herself. You further that by pinning her arms to the carpet above her head.

"There! She's all yours girls!"

The little nymphs cackle with glee and punish the prone teen mercilessly. They tickle along her sides and the seams of her top, under her armpits, inside her thighs, along her back. Kylie writhes from side to side, squealing and laughing near uncontrollably. You manage to secure both of Kylie's wrists in one of your hands, freeing the other to join in on the fun. You focus purely on her neck, the easiest target to reach.

During your frenzied assault one of your fingers manages to snap the tie holding Kylie's top in place. It doesn't take long for that to inspire you.

"Wait! Who -HA!- is undoing my top!?"

The other girls halt just in time to watch you fully release the knot behind Kylie's neck, the straps falling down to the floor. Instant giggling is their only response. Larissa goes back to tickling, but Bree finds a new target.

"Stop it!" squeals Kylie.

Bree fiddles with the second knot while you and Larissa keep up the tickling.

"I'm going to be topless!" pleads Kylie.

Bree chuckles before flinging the untied strings out to either side. The blue halter now lays flat against the floor beneath Kylie who flattens herself out in kind. You spy some modest side boob as she presses herself against her dismantled top.

"There! Her straps were in the way!" Bree smiles at you coyly. "Right Ry?"

"Definitely. She'll be way more ticklish topless."

Bree giggles some more then flutters her fingers all along Kylie's side up to her arm.

Wanting in on the fun, Larissa grabs the back of her sister's panties and yanks them down before spanking the teenager's ass. Lowering Kylie's panties mostly wasn't necessary since her thong does very little to cover her firm cheeks. Still, Larissa pulls her sissy's panties back into place after.

"That was for pulling my hair!" Rissa announces, justifying herself.

Bree laughs, a sparkle glistening in her eye. Larissa continues the tickling once more. But your sister has other ideas. She shuffles down and pulls Kylie's panties all the way off of her ass.

"Well this is for taking pictures of my butt!"

SMACK

SMACK

Larissa cackles loudly. "Okay! My turn!"

This game has suddenly changed from tickle Kylie to strip and spank her. Not that you're complaining.

"Where is Kylie's phone anyway?" you ponder aloud.

"Good idea!" approves Bree.

"Ooo! I'll get it!" Larissa hops up and runs to the side of the room.

"Rissa! No! I'm still streaming! People could recognize me!"

Larissa ignores her sibling's cries and skips back to her friend with phone in hand. Kylie's thong is pulled further down her legs and out of the way. The trapped girl crosses her legs and clenches her bum but there's not a lot else she can do.

Bree mounts the teen's back, facing her target. She unleashes a flurry of spanks as Larissa points the camera toward the action, live streaming to some unknown audience. Rissa moves in then pulls back, shooting different angles and closeups.

It's hard to see past your sister given your position, but by straining you can just glimpse the fun they're having at Kylie's expense. Bree smacks both hands down onto Kylie's butt at the same time then spreads the teen's cheeks wide, giving Larissa a close up of her big sister's starfish.

"Ew," comments the camera girl.

"RISSA!"

The pair of girls freeze. Moments later they burst out laughing, an apparently unavoidable outcome when playing with another girl's butt.

• Try to flip Kylie over

• Convince Kylie to lay still so long as they don't show her face