Hot Summer Job/What the fuck? Give her what she wants
Eyeing the sisters as they stare in at you from the doorway, you open your jeans without further discussion and push them down your thighs. You then slip both of your thumbs into the top of your underwear and stretch the band forward and down, just enough to let your inflated post-orgasm cock flop out in front of you.
You watch their faces as they gaze at your meat. Larissa's eyes grow large and you notice a light blush in her cheeks, but her expression otherwise looks rather blank. Her older sister is much more expressive, her jaw dropping open which she quickly covers with her mouth. She leans a bit further into the room, but her leg wraps around the door frame to hide her from you (or give her something to rub against). After a few seconds you hear a giggle from one of them which brings you to flip your underwear back up and over your dick.
"No, wait!"
Already pulling up your pants, you pause and look up at Kylie.
"I barely saw anything. That wa-"
"Your shirt was in the way," interrupts Larissa with a smile.
"What?" you ask incredulously. Your shirt isn't long enough to have gotten in the way. Maybe if you were leaned forward...
Kylie jumps on her sister's comment. "Yeah! Exactly, your shirt was covering everything. You should take it off."
You lift your white shirt to expose your faint abs. "Can't I just hold it?"
"No, definitely take it off!" the redheaded flirt sings to you enthusiastically.
Not wanting to argue, you peel off your small t-shirt to reveal your trim upper body. Your slim build is due more to excessive video gaming and skipping meals than your athleticism, but you're no slouch on the field either.
Larissa takes a couple steps forward. With a big toothy smile she sticks out her hand. Cautiously you hand over your top which she graciously accepts, promptly returning to her sister.
Losing your shirt makes you feel a bit vulnerable. You unceremoniously flop your dick out a second time. You can already feel yourself lengthening again and watch as your cock bobs higher into the air with your heartbeat. Your anxiety building, you tuck yourself back into your shorts even faster the second time around.
"What was that? I said a better look!" protests Kylie.
"Yeah, that was better," you insist, adjusting your growing bulge.
Kylie taps a finger against her chin. "Hmm, I was pretty sure you didn't want us to tell mom."
You open your mouth to shoot back at her, but hold your tongue. You don't know how fickle these girls are. You really don't know them at all. Well, you know that they're willing to blackmail you, but...
"I don't know what you want then," you shrug, wanting them to get to the point.
Kylie looks down at Rissa who simply smiles up at her older sister. Kylie nods in response.
"Lose the pants. Shorts too."
"I'm not getting naked," you mumble, looking away from them.
"I'm naked!" yells Kylie, stepping away from the door frame and into the bathroom. She throws her hands up into the air and does a full turn on her tiptoes. In front of both you and her younger sister, she shows off every inch of her still blossoming body. From the sparse red pubic hair above her pussy, to her compact tits made even perkier as she stretches up to the ceiling, she displays every reason why you came in here in the first place. After her pirouette of sorts she cozies up to the door frame again, much more firmly this time.
"So stop being such a wuss already."