Hot Summer Job/Slip your hand inside of Kylie’s shorts

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With the younger girls simultaneously participating and distracted, you and Kylie should be able to go a lot farther.

You don't waste time either. You pull up from Kylie's crotch and, pushing your fingers against her lean tummy, slip your entire hand inside of her shorts. You're surprised to find that she's wearing underwear, given what you've seen of her the past two days, but your angle of approach allows you to slip inside those as well. Kylie pulls on your forearm when you dip down, then gasps when a bare finger slides its way over the length of her slit. Her legs are still tightly closed, but it doesn't take much for you to wiggle your way down between her thighs. As soon as you press a digit between her vulva you find her trapped wetness between her folds and release it, allowing it to spill past your finger.

"Wait..." she whispers urgently.

"Yeah," you reply, then thrust your pelvis a little. "I'm waiting. Unless you want a forfeit."

Kylie looks down at the hand inside her shorts. She rubs her knees together nervously which massages your hand between her thighs. You unbutton your pants in the meantime to make some room for her, not that her hands are very big. Finally, impatient with her lack of action, you grab her wrist and pull her hand off of your bulge and position her above your pants. Thankfully she takes the hint and pushes slowly under the waistband of your boxers. Bumping into the base of your bare cock, her nerves interrupt her. She's very reluctant, but Kylie does end up walking her fingers down your full length then slips her fingers around you into a gentle grasp.

Excited by her delicate touch, you grab at her pussy, sinking the tip of your middle finger inside of her sopping entrance. Kylie gasps again. Her knees open. Her hand clenches your cock. She then rolls her hips backward, as if trying to create distance. But her opened legs do quite the opposite, giving you more room to work. Sinking your hand lower, you curl your finger up inside of Kylie just a bit further, just enough to let her know that you're serious.

"I'm hot," Larissa announces, pulling at her shirt. The tickle fight in front of you has apparently ceased. Although Larissa is still on top of Bree, she's moved back into a sitting position on her frenemy's legs. Your sister giggles, laying there eyeing up Larissa. She then giggles some more when she reaches forward and begins to lift her friend's top.

"Breeeee!" squeals Rissa with a laugh.

"You have to let her," you quickly throw out. "Right Kylie?" you ask, adding a quick wiggle of your finger.

"Y-yeah! You can't stop her, sis," she repeats as before.

Bree glances over at you two, noticing where your hands have moved, but she doesn't say anything. She looks back to her friend, shirt lifted high enough to expose her belly button but not much more. You're not sure now if Bree really wanted to strip her or was just teasing.

"You're hot, right?"

Larissa just blushes, grinning widely. After a moment of staring at each other, the hem is lifted higher. When Bree goes about as high as she can from her back, Rissa helps by bending forward and then tucking her head and arms through to fully relinquish her top. Your sis balls up the garment and tosses it wildly to one side of the room, apparently needing to get it as far away from her friend as possible.

Larissa straightens up, planting her palms on her lower back in some sort of nervous stretch which really shows off her body. She's so cute and petite, thrusting her chest out to bare the faint tan lines of a single piece swimsuit. Sitting here topless in little more than her short pigtails and big fluffy sweatpants while straddling your sister makes Rissa look so adorable and so naughty all at once.

"Now YOU'!'" exclaims Larissa, latching onto Bree's shirt with fervor. Your sister laughs, batting at her friend's hands. "Quit it! You can't fight me!" Rissa reminds her.

"Okay..." Bree says with a huff and a giggle. She throws her arms above her head and over the edge of the air mattress. Larissa then relishes in her task, inching up her target's shirt to help draw everything out and cause as much embarrassment as possible, perhaps as revenge for having been stripped herself. Even with the air mattress beneath her, your sister's stretched midsection and arched back are well defined thanks to her rounded posterior, undoubtedly the most notable difference between the two young girls. But as Larissa inches Bree's top higher she also scooches forward. You could barely see the bottom edge of your sister's bald mound under the front of her paltry skirt, but as Larissa slides up Bree's bare legs her sweatpants soon cover up Bree's pussy. But the fluffy pants must be doing more than just cover as they slide along. Bree's arms shoot down quite suddenly with her shirt only having just passing her chest. Of course she's not aiming for her friend's hands.

"No you don't!" Larissa counters Bree, latching onto the older girl's arms and forcing them up again, planting them above Bree's head once more. "No fighting me!" Your sis bites her lip as her friend wiggles about and gets back to her task. The shirt hem is lifted up over Bree's face and slides up her arms while the neck remains caught under her chin. Larissa stops here, sitting up to examine her handiwork - Bree's bared chest and covered face - which plainly leads to scheming.

An evil cackle confirming her plans, Larrisa attacks your sister's freshly exposed skin while yelling "No fighting! No fighting!" Bree's exposed armpits and wide open sides are too inviting of a tickle target for a now 'cooler' Larissa who takes great joy in dancing her fingertips all over Bree's naked body. Your sis squeals and rolls from side to side, even bucking up into Larissa, but she quickly stops these movements. It's no wonder when you notice Bree's skirt has slipped higher up her body, now twisted and bunched up at her stomach. Bree instead tightly crosses her arms above her head (which only tightens her body) and unleashes a raucous laugh from under her shirt.

Laurissa touches everything: stomach, sides, armpits, neck, nipples, ribs. She plays her friend's body like a finely tuned instrument, finding the different notes of laughter and screams hidden across Bree's trim, tight upper body.

You've been enjoying the show so much that it takes Kylie pumping your cock to make you realize you've been sitting here motionless for some time. You have no doubt Kylie is also enjoying the frolicing younger girls - her juices are now trickling down your finger - but given that she's willingly stroking your cock it's clear she's looking for some stimulation of her own.

You pull your finger out before you begin thrusting into her; short teasing little pulses, just your fingertip, in and out. Kylie tries to catch her moan on a shaky breath, sinking into the couch gleefully. She squeezes your forearm and your cock in tandem.

"Yeeaaaah..." she releases on a breath while staring at your sister.

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