I let the moment hang — Dana's shirt still off, white cotton bra clinging to her curves, Gina's mouth still parted, my cock straining against my pants. Neither moves to cover themselves. Neither looks away.
Good.
"Back to work," I say, voice level. "You've got four more problems."
They bend their heads, Dana's cheeks still aflame, but she picks up her pencil without reaching for her shirt. Gina's eyes linger on her sister's bare back a second longer than necessary before she follows suit.
I stay behind them, my hands sliding forward and slipping under their bras, cupping their bare breasts. Their nipples are rigid and erect against my palms. Both girls gasp softly, their spines straightening, but neither pulls away. Dana's pencil freezes mid-stroke. Gina's breath hitches and comes out shaky.
[Dana arousal: 34, trust: 43]
[Gina arousal: 38, trust: 40]
