She turns the tables.

Evie just smiles as she stands up and moves over onto the sofa with me. As she sidles up against my side, I can feel her body heat against me even through our clothes. My breath hitches in my throat when I feel her place one hand on my chest to keep me pressed down in my seat. Alice closes in from the opposite side, her huge, braless breasts squished into my side as the both of them keep me pressed back against the sofa.

“If I want to see you, naked boy... Believe me, I will, and you won’t have a say in the matter.” Evie says, her voice calm but firm in a manner that causes an involuntary gulp. “You’re just lucky I wasn’t there. If I catch you walking around naked, that makes you a dirty boy. A naughty boy. And what happens to naughty boys?”

“They get punished!” Alice chirps, grinning up at me and purposefully squishing her barely-clothed breasts harder into my side. I gaze down at her deep cleavage and feel a twitch in my shorts.

“They get fucking punished!” Evie growls in agreement. She reaches down and places a hand on the bulge my erect cock and balls are making in my shorts. I can't help but feel it throb from the squeeze she gives it through the suddenly insufficient-feeling material. “Hard again? So you like the idea of being punished huh?”

My head is swimming and the feel of Alice's finger tracing shapes on my chest in the most teasingly light of ways doesn't help. The shortstack's other hand is behind me, between the sofa backrest and my back, and seems dangerously close to my ass and the waistband of my shorts.