Hot Summer Job/See where this goes
The pair of preteens continue to grab at and grind on each other. More than once, Bree throws a hand down to slap at her skirt before quickly returning to Larissa. Eventually she can't take it anymore. She breaks their kiss with a giggle, her face fully flush.
"Your hands are on my butt."
It's a simple fact everyone was already aware of at this point. Bree's skirt was only getting more and more bunched up at waist height with all their thrashing and humping, making the location of Larissa's hands plainly visible. Larissa, however, does not apologize. In fact she digs down beneath Bree's exposed rear, wedging her hand in atop the mattress.
"You're not wearing underwear."
Bree buries her face in Rissa's neck and shoulder, still hugging her tightly. Larissa jokingly pulls and squeezes and spanks Bree's butt, causing both of them to wiggle about. The wiggles gradually turn into jerky thrusts which turns into more humping and grabbing. The odd giggle bursts out amidst it all, a raw mix of new and untamed emotion being shared between the two charged young sprites.
Unexpectedly Larissa freezes amidst their lewd behavior, turning to her big sister. "I think we're done kissing now."
But Bree isn't finished yet. Not by a long shot. Head down, she's still grinding away against her friend's pelvis. It's made all the more zealous by the lack of movement from Larissa.
"Actually, you're just getting warmed up," replies their coach. Kylie swoops in close enough to whisper, but makes sure she's still heard by the room. "I think you should take her shirt off."
Larissa dons a big giddy smile at this. She's happy to abandon Bree's butt if she can make her friend even more embarrassed. The youngest girl lifts her companion's shirt little by little from side to side. Bree doesn't make it easy though, only because she's still stubbornly attached to Larissa in about as tight of an embrace as she can manage.
Kylie makes swift work of this. She lifts Bree's head, turning Bree to face out towards her. Then she assaults her lips, both of her hands forcefully gripping the sides of Bree's face. The sudden and dramatic change in focus causes Bree to stop dead in her tracks, her body practically going limp. She takes Kylie's passionate and intense kiss fully and without any hesitation. In fact she yields completely, her entire body giving way to the comparatively expert tonguing that her mouth is receiving.
Larissa takes advantage of this opening, pushing Bree's arms away and out from under Rissa's tank top. She then shimmies Bree's t-shirt the rest of the way up her body. Bree's arms raise reflexively as the shirt bunches up under her armpits. But Larissa can't go much higher. Not without interrupting the hot and heavy frenching going on directly in front of her. She waits patiently for her big sister who has been carefully manipulating Bree's head in her hands throughout the spellbinding kiss.
Realizing her misdirection is no longer needed, Kylie pulls away. Bree's shirt is slipped off her head and up her arms before she even opens her eyes to find where her new partner just went.
"Now," starts Kylie, "do THAT to Rissa."
In a kind of drunken haze, a now topless Bree grabs onto Larissa's cheeks and obediently locks lips with her friend again. Rissa can't wipe the stupid grin off of her face making it as one-sided a kiss as Bree just shared with Kylie. But what is also very one-sided is their attire.
You shuffle up behind your little sister sitting here in what amounts to little more than a micro skirt. Her legs are laid out over Larissa's, which places Larissa's split on either side of Bree's bum. The bright fluffy sweatpants running down Rissa's legs look to be as stretchy as they are loud.
"If you're gonna help strip my sister, then I get to strip yours."
With that statement, you grab the baggy bottom edge of the material at Larissa's ankles. One swift pull is all it takes to remove them, the fluffy bottoms popping free from underneath Bree allowing you to strip it the rest of the way off Larissa's legs with ease. You hear a squeak from both of the girls; Rissa from the shock of losing her pants, and Bree presumably from the soft garment quickly sliding itself along her underside.
Kylie just grins and shrugs at all this. "Fine by me," she says before leaning back on the matress for a better view.
Ripping off these pants definitely started your sister's engine up again. The soft swipe across her bare pussy seems to kickstart her hunger. She returns to grinding up against her friend's crotch like she never stopped. Nothing but a single pair of polkadot panties now separates the two tweenage twats from rubbing each other slit to slit.