Hot Summer Job/Fuck it; Take off Kylie's shorts
You ponder where to take this. You don't want to push her too fast given how she first reacted to you moving under her clothes, but...
Oh, fuck it. Forgiveness is easier than permission, etc.
You reach across your body and past Kylie's outstretched arm. You push down between the two of you and feel up her hip. The little cropped halter top that exposes Kylie's midriff also ensures that there is nothing obstructing her thin shorts. You hardly even need to feel around for the back edge of her waistband, you just want to run your hand over her hip. Timed with a pawing grab of her groin, you pull up on her lower body and down on the stretchy lycra at the same time, lifting her from the couch just enough to help you slip her bottoms off of her bottom. The shorts try to cling to her far butt cheek very briefly, the friction between her weight and the couch causing the material to stretching under her, before you manage to pull it further down her legs along with her skimpy underwear.
Kylie gasps. She closes her knees once again and clamps onto your forearm even tighter; but that's not the arm that's stripping her. Your hard yank worked her shorts down past her mid thigh without much fuss. You lean forward a bit to push them past her knees, commenting, "I know how much you love to be naked."
"Yeah, but... I guess." Not exactly an enthusiastic response, but that's as much as you get from her. After you slip her shorts and panties beyond her knees, she reluctantly lifts her feet to help wiggle them the rest of the way down to the floor and then steps out of her bottoms demurely.
You push Kylie's knees apart and lift your groping hand to steal a glance at her fledgling womanhood. That tiny tuft of red hair is so inviting, but her sex is nearly just as red, her arousal plainly obvious given her normally pale complexion. You rub and massage her horny and well defined little mound, spreading her juices onto her skin. Her crotch is so flawlessly soft you're confident that she doesn't shave; she doesn't need to. The wispy hairs above her slit are brand new, the only warning of her burgeoning fertility. The rest of her pussy feels buttery smooth, even before you smeared her lubricating lady juices about. You spread her lips with your fingers and feel her twitch beneath your touch as more of her contained excitement leaks from her entrance.
"Damn, you're so wet. I could drink you like a water fountain."
"That's gross," comments Larissa. She's still sitting on your sister but she's gazing directly between Kylie's parted legs and opened lips. You're not actually sure if she thinks that you are gross or if it's her sister's downright pornographic pose that's gross.
"Isn't it my turn?" whines Bree, attempting and failing to pull herself into a sit up, apparently spent from all the tickling. She's still blinded by her top.
"No way! Not until I've finished taking your shirt off!"
"But you stopped! That's not fair!"
You poke at Kylie's pussy again, leaving the younger ones to bicker. This time you push in further, sinking in up to your second knuckle, before pulsing in and out of her like before. She shudders, turning her head into your shoulder.
Since your pants are already open, it doesn't take much to push them down a little to find some room for your now angrily stiff cock. After escalating things, Kylie hasn't been as attentive to her duties. You free your member from your pants allowing it to point proudly into the air with Kylie still attached. Then, squeezing her hand, you again provide silent instructions to her. You force her to pump your shaft, and follow that with some speedy pulses from your finger. That reminder is all she needs and she starts jerking you off with purpose, albeit a bit sloppily.
"Ew. You're both gross," comments Larissa. She sets Bree's shirt aside while your now topless sister props herself up on her elbows to get a better view from her back.
"What? You're really doing that?!" Bree sounds weirdly surprised as if she didn't believe where your hands already were. It took this much gratuitous proof before she took you two seriously.
"Yeah?" you reply. "We're just playing the game."
"That's... you're crazy!" Exclaims Bree, staring up at the cock towering from your lap.
"Don't be jealous," says Kylie, still subdued by the feistiest she's sounded in a while.
"Hey Rissa, if Bree is jealous you should help her out." You're partly just teasing and partly trying to distract the girls so you can keep going with Kylie.
"Huh? Help her do... that? But I don't know how to do that."
"I could show you!" Kylie lights up. She leans forward a little, possibly seeking an opportunity to escape. You slide your elbow in front of her and work double time on her pussy, curling your finger inside her and tapping out some Morse code on her G-spot. Even you don't know what you're transcribing, but she's getting your message all the same. Kylie squirms and whimpers before melting back into the couch. Her hand falters on your cock, but she's still trying.
"Nah, it's easy Rissa. Just feel around, in and out. And it's extra easy 'cause Bree's not even wearing underwear!" you add, trying to take their attention off of you.
"Really?! You're not?" Larissa shuffles back down your sister's legs to stare at Bree's 'suddenly' bare crotch. Your sister tries to cross her legs for protection but Rissa is still sitting on them. She then angles to one side, finding it strangely difficult to push her skirt down.
"Quit it... stop looking!"
Larissa giggles then nods to you with a dirty grin. "Do you dare me to?"