Hot Summer Job/Let go of Kylie and snatch the shirt
Wanting to help out Larissa (yeah, that's why) you release Kylie's hands and tear the pink tank the rest of the way off her forearms. You take a step back, making sure to keep the top held high in the air. You can only imagine how desperate Kylie must be to get it back now that she's kneeling on the floor without a stitch of clothing to cover her naked body.
Snatching the shirt from Larissa startles her, causing her to stand motionless gazing up at the shirt as it moves away from her. Then the giggles return, her eyes running up and down her older sister's body. Yesterday she seemed so flippant about Kylie being naked all the time, but being the one to make her sister naked seems to amuse and excite the almost-equally-naked girl to no end.
Kylie isn't taking this sitting down though. She scrambles to her feet which brings you to take another step back, bracing yourself for her assault. But she doesn't turn toward you, although you really wanted her to. She tackles her sister, bear hugging the smaller girl, inducing many squeals and cackles from the petite brunette. Kylie then runs off to the side of the living room, steamrolling Larissa into the couch.
Watching two naked sisters rolling over top of one another on the living room couch brings a smile to your face and another twitch to your dick. While they're distracted, wrestling out their building sexual arousal atop the cushions, you stick a hand into your pants and flip your dick upwards which offers a bit of relief for your engorged cock which has spent the last several minutes straining in vain against your jeans. Your head now pinched by the elastic of your underwear, you go so far as to pop the button on your jeans to give yourself that much more breathing room.
"I'll take these!" yells Kylie, which wakes you from your gleeful trance.
"AAH! Nonononono!" her sister yells back. The two of them are now in a tug of war over the last remaining article of clothing between them.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kylie counters, a sharp jerk accompanying every word. "It's only... fair!"
A sharp tearing is heard with that last pull from Kylie, the sound of thread buckling and elastic snapping.
"No! Stop! You're going to ri-"
The rest of the stitching gives way as Kylie flings herself backward and off of the couch, all while maintaining a solid grip of her little sissy's panties. The purple fabric flaps through the air, the undergarment cleanly torn apart through each hip.
"KYLIE!!!" squeals an incredulous sister.
The older sibling is still finishing her backwards somersault across the floor while Larissa loudly voices her discontent. The naked teen rights herself as quickly as she can giving you your first proper look at her since her nude afternoon stroll yesterday. As she bounces to her feet her pocket-sized tits bounce in unison, her nipples standing well at attention. Her sultry hips add even more definition to her form when she spreads her legs and strikes a powerful pose aimed at her sister. And that small tuft of short red hair still sits just above the milky white slit between her thighs, although her narrow slit is looking noticeably more rosy than yesterday.
"There! That's what you get for ganging up on me!" taunts Kylie, flailing the purple rag about in the air.
Awkwardly rising to her feet, Larissa stands on the couch with both hands pressing up hard against her pelvis to cover herself. Her thin legs are practically knock-kneed, hopelessly searching for additional modesty that cannot be found. You notice faint pink marks around her waist, an imprint left behind of her former underpants.
Despite Larissa's initial angry cry, her expression has already changed to something much more subdued. "Did you really have to rip them off?" she asks with a pout.
"Of course not," replies Kylie. "But the look on your face alone was worth it!"
"I liked those panties..." Larissa mutters to herself, slowly rubbing her crotch with both hands.
You glance between the two sisters who are staring each other down fiercely. What now?