"Huh," Emily said, pretending to be confused. "It was a lot easier when I tested it earlier, but the switch seems to be jammed or something."
Amber restrained a sigh of relief, knowing that Emily wasn't going to yank her sheet off and expose her naked and handcuffed to her parents. "Could you go get the key, then?"
"And be quick about it, dear," their mom said. "You too still need to get ready for school."
"Yeah," their dad agreed. "We wouldn't want Amber to have to go to class in just her pajamas on her birthday!" He laughed, but Amber was more worried about going to class in her birthday suit on her birthday. Her parents and sister filed out of her room, finally leaving her with some privacy.
She let the sheet fall off her shoulders and pool around her waist, exposing her round breasts and hard nipples. She would have liked nothing more than to reach down between her legs and relieve some of the pressure that had built up from being nearly exposed in front of her entire family, but her parents were right. She needed to get dressed fast, and for that she needed to get Emily's birthday present off of her.
Before she could find the secret latch, her door flew open and Emily herself strode in. "Okay, so here's the thing," she said as Amber threw her cuffed hands across her ample chest. "I may have thrown the key away with the box. And the instruction manual. But don't worry, I'm sure I can figure it out now that we don't have to keep Mom and Dad from knowing that you're topless. On a completely unrelated topic, holy crap, Sis! You were topless the whole time!"
Amber blushed and wished she could pull her sheet up to cover her front without exposing herself, but with her hands stuck together, that wasn't an option. "Right," she said. "Topless."
Emily's eyes grew wide. "No way! You're butt naked under there, aren't you!"
"I might not be!" she protested. "And can we focus on getting these things off of me?"
Emily bit her lip to hold in a torrent of giggles. "Right, right, don't worry, Amber, I'm here for you." She sat down on her bed and put her face right in Amber's breasts. She knew that Emily was just examining the cuffs and not her boobs, but it still felt super hot–weird! She meant weird. Then Emily pulled her hands away from her body to "get a better view," presumably of the handcuffs, exposing Amber's breasts entirely.
And then Emily dropped all pretense of professionalism, grabbed both her boobs, and squeezed. "Honk honk!"
"Emily!" Amber squealed, pulling her hands back over her chest.
"Sorry," Emily said with a laugh. "I couldn't resist. But yeah, I can't get them off. Sorry about that. If I dig through the trash, I might be able to find the key again, but not before school."
Amber took a deep breath and tried to tell herself that she wasn't enjoying the idea of being trapped naked, unable to get dressed again. And besides, she could get dressed, she just had to resign herself to clothes without sleeves that she could put on while handcuffed.
In the end …
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