Well you know how sometimes you just got to stare?

"Your tool of a brother is somehow controlling us, because there is zero chance in fucking hell I'd willingly pick this skirt myself knowing we'd be walking to school in front of his pervy ass today!" Acela shouted a bit too loudly.

Except, she realized: she had. The reason she and Kirsty always insisted on walking just a few feet ahead of the man was because they loved shamelessly showing off their bodies near him; their only gripe was that there was just one of him, yet they had two pairs of butt cheeks, leaving them to fight for his attention; hence why she had arrived wearing her titillating skirt that day.

Looking to her right, Acela understood that Kirsty must have come to the same realization. The barbie girl went from straining to keep her shorts down, to subtly plucking it upwards so it crept in between her enormous ass cheeks. As she did this, she went on with an innocent smile as if she didn't very well know what she was doing.

"Nice weather we have today isn't it?" the voluptuous woman inquired as to not reveal her intentions, yet clearly putting an extra strut to her step all the same.

Intent on doing the same, Acela answered cheerily, "Terrific; although, it's too fucking hot don't you think?" She made a show of shaking her skirt as if airing it: her perfectly toned butt plain to see for people behind her as a result.

Lowering her voice, she added: "Say, shouldn't we be focusing on the fact that your brother could literally become God right now if he wanted to?"

Leaning in closer, Kirsty whispered: "Buttslut has a plan, OK? Just keep acting normal and Buttslut will tell you about it when we're at somewhere private in school."

Nodding, Acela began laughing out loud. "Man that was a bloody good joke Buttslut. I guess you'd WHOOPS!" Dropping her pocket knife to the ground, the girl stopped walking for the first time since they began. "God I can be such a fucking klutz at times. Let me just get that real quick."

So saying, she placed her feet shoulder width apart and bent over teasingly by the waist. Her black and red striped hair fell down over her head, as her skirt disappeared somewhere up her waist. Looking back between her long legs, she could see Chris standing at a 90 degree angle behind her derriere. He was grinding at his tent through the fabric of his dress pants, more than likely getting off on the sight of her shaved pussy that now spread out before him. "Ugh gross," **Was her first thought, but she soon decided she didn't care so long as he kept staring at her ass.** "I just can't seem to grab the little fucker. How embarrassing~"

Scowling at the realization that she was being outdone, Kirsty took up sultry smile as she walked daintily over to the front of her bent-over rival. "Buttslut thinks you need worry about your posture before your knife there Ace. When bending to pick something up: You do it like this."

Placing a resolute heel to either side of Acela's lowered head, the girl dropped down in a similar manner to her punk themed friend, her leaning over the girl's back. The cleavage her half closed jacket now presented was blocking all view of Acela's privates.

Her brother, she noted, had left the script laying on the ground, having both arms down his pants to stimulate his prick, seemingly getting **** for their teasing to go a step further. "Ugh gross," was her first thought, but then she realized that he was too hot to be seen as gross, and that she really didn't mind, and that calling people gross might hurt their feelings.

Putting that aside, Kirsty definitely saw this as an opportunity to grab the script. She moved an arm to grab the zipper struggling to keep her chest in place. Slowly pulling it downward, her breast seemingly ballooned outwards as they drooped into view, engulfing all there previously was of the bottom girl's behind.

Said bottom girl wasn't too happy with how the situation had developed. Their positions left her head pressed between Kirsty's thighs, letting her notice the wet patch dripping down from the girl's crotch area.

"Urk bloody great. That means Buttslut is either a sub who gets off on being controlled by magic, or an exhibitionist perv who gets wet from teasing her brother; both of those were things I did not need to know about my friend."

Moving her face away from the honey jar and back between her legs, Acela for the first time caught Chris writing in the script; clumsily leaning down and scribbling, he seemed to busy pumping his dick to be stealthy about it. She felt like she should get up to try and stop him, but instead ended up just twirling her buttocks, the movement causing the titties covering them to slide to either side of her butt cheeks, leaving a small gap between the tit flesh where her hungry twat peeked out.

At this point Chris collapsed rather unceremoniously; having seemingly been so tempted by their genital sandwich that he finished his business right then and there. Sighing, both girls got up on their feet, casting judgmental stares as the pitiful loser they'd known for so long finally showed his true colors. "Ugh Gross" both groaned simultaneously from where they stood only a few feet away from the panting body splayed out on the ground.

Still catching his breath, all Chris could manage to answer before fainting was:"*Pant* Oh *pant* come on"