Boxers

If Kate and Ilyana could be bold and uncensored, so could he, he decided. His minor engorgement had thankfully subsided by this point, so with only the thin, cotton shield of his blue boxers to protect him, he took a deep breath and turned the door knob.

As he stepped back into the bedroom, he could hear Ilyana saying, "No, bring your arm around behind you. Like this."

"Ack. That hurts!" complained Kate.

"That's because you never stretch!" countered Ilyana, "Just do it slowly and you'll be fine."

The two of them were standing in the corner near the mirror with their hands clasped behind their backs, chests jutting out conspicuously. The pose vaulted Kate's bosom tightly against her flimsy gown, clearly exposing her two graceful, red-tipped, ivory hills through the translucent facade. Ilyana provided a complementary, darker landscape behind her.

"John, tell her how important it is to always..." Ilyana scolded, turning toward him, but then both girls suddenly drew quiet, regarding him intently. For one awful moment he feared he had forgotten to wear anything at all, and he hastily looked down to check himself, but all seemed in order. When he looked back up, Ilyana was back to her ministrations and Kate was back to her complaints, as if nothing had happened.

"Now spread your feet shoulder-width apart, and bend forward. No, no, you have to keep your ankles straight."

"How can I keep my ankles straight if my feet are so far apart?"

"Well you just... like this..." and Ilyana bent forward lithely, her large breasts once again swinging against her fragile gown, distending it provocatively.

Kate shook her head, and then looked over at John entreatingly. "John, would you mind helping me out?"