Into boxes

“We saved the underwear for you, if you want to help,” Jane eyes your reaction.

“Sure,” you reply quickly.

“No judgment if you get curious,” Jean adds as you pick up a ball of strings. You explore the tangle and find a crotch piece and stretch it out. “Throw that to me, I’ll show you.”

Jean stands and pulls it up her legs. Her cock sits in and then stretches the part in which you correctly guessed it goes. She walks up to where you are still kneeling and you see her cock up close, tucked against her belly. You see the pre begin to soak through. Her balls hang in their own sort of bra between her legs.

“So that’s how that goes. I need some help wrangling the girls up top.” She pulls the material forward and kneels as well. “Pick them up and put them in the cups.”

You see her smile as you take too long to heft each breast and she closes the clasp in the front. She stands again and turns 360 for you. She has a little fat on her, but that is expected on a gamer.

“So what do you think?” Jane asks from behind her sister. “Too much work, I think.”

“It covers everything…” You suggest, as Jean’s cock flexes and pre squirts out and lands on your lips. “Well, it’s still very thin.” You lick your lips.

“Oops! Hazard of working with a dickgirl in a swimsuit,” Jean apologizes. She frees her tits and peels the rest off. She throws it into the box you are filling.

“I understand. No worries.” You pick up a handful of thongs. You touch something wet. Jane looks over as she tapes a box closed. You see the white goo and recognize cum.

“We figured we’d do laundry in the new place. We’re clean, like I said, so don’t worry about catching anything.”

You wipe off your gooey hands on another dry set of panties before throwing them in the box before you seal it. You halfway fill a second box before you come upon a yellow rubberband looking thing.

“That’s mine. Let me show you how it works…” Jane stands and hold up her foot in front of you. “The other way,” she corrects you as you side the, apparently, wrong end up her leg and have to start over. You slide the fabric up to her thighs. “Don’t be shy, tuck me in…”

Jane makes no move to help you and you try to tuck her balls into the V-shaped section. “It doesn’t seem to fit…”

“It’s not made for dickgirls, but I love how it feels,” she teases. “Just do your best. No wrong answers.”

“Feels like I’ve already failed the t-“ you begin but are cut off by her cock flexing and a large squirt of pre landing in and on your mouth. “Guess not…” Jane laughs lightly. You part her balls and grab her shaft to center and stand to pull it up her waist. Only half her shaft is covered but you pull up to her breasts. You press against her to squeeze her tits together and hook the shoulders on her and run your hand down the back with the material and pull apart her cheeks and run your fingers between them with the material. You catch the material around front and pull it between her balls and up her cock. Then her legs buckle.