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Dirty Naked Poker

By: Spector_Dugan



[Hey there Literotites. First time, long time. This one turned out a little longer than intended (ha ha), but I'm happy with how it ended up. If you like masturbation, voyeurism, incest, anal, loving wives(girlfriends, really), oral, girl/girl, reluctance, or group sex, there's something here for you. If you don't like those things...well...I don't know what to tell you.

I put this in the Incest/Taboo category because, in the end, it is a story about a brother and sister. 

Everyone here is over 18.

Good times.]






"That sure is a lot of condoms, Sam," I said.

I stood as far back from my friend as I could.

Sam just reached into the box for another handful and tossed it into our cartÑalready filled with Gatorade, salted nuts, and granola bars. Everything two growing boys needed for a 'promising' weekend on my parents' yacht. 

"It's going down, I can feel it," Sam said.

"You have a girlfriend. How much shit is really 'going down,' man?"

Sam snorted.

"Kate's cool," he said.

I've known Kate since high school. One thing I know for certain is that she was not 'cool.' 

Sam had told me stuff, too. Kate wasn't exactly...enthusiastic in bed. It had taken almost a year of dating for her to go further than a tentative hand job. And everything was with a condom. Everything.

No cumming inside her. You sheathed your dick and you did your little back and forth. Then, long before anything might happen, you pulled out. And since nothing was going in her, nothing was going on her either. Your...efforts were to be deposited into the condom. The end.

Once, Sam told me, he had accidentally spilled a bit of sperm on her stomachÑher stomach!Ñand Kate had freaked for weeks. This was not a girl who was 'cool.' This was a girl who was having sex for the same reason you curb your dog or clean the litter box. If you want the relationship, you've gotta do some ugly stuff or everything turns into a big smelly mess.

Based on everything he told me, I wasn't sure why Sam was with Kate. Actually, that's a lie. I knew exactly why he was with Kate. It was the same reason I had pined after her for all four years of high school. 

Kate was H-O-T hot. Super hot. Tall, big blue eyes, long brown hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, blow job lips (Not that she ever gave blow jobs, but damn, those lips looked like they were made for it. Kate's unwillingness to suck Sam off was like a dude going speed limit in his Porsche), and the pieces-de-rŽsistance: huge gravity-defying tits. Kate was real world gorgeous hot. Which meant she could get away with being a bit of an ice queen. OK, more than a bit. Kinda the queen of the ice queens? 

All right, that's not completely fair. But still.

"You getting any?" Sam pointed to the shelf.

"Nahhh. No girlfriend to use em on," I said, feeling a little embarrassed by my current state of singlehood.

"Come on, Jason, you never know," Sam said, "gonna be lots of ass to choose from at this weekend."

"Well, let's see, there's your girlfriend, my sister..."

"There ya go," Sam said.

"I'm not doing my sister," I said. 

"But she's bringing a friend, right?" 

"Doing my sister's friend is too much like doing my sister," I said.

"Well Kate said she'd be bringing someone so..."

"Didn't you tell me all of Kate's friends were dogs?"

"You don't have to look at the girl, just..."

"No thanks. Just...no thanks," I said.

So I didn't buy condoms. Of course, Sam went ahead and bought enough to keep an entire Olympic Village going at each other for at least several weeks, so maybe I just figured I was in the clear. 

Or maybe I was just lying to myself. I'm not sure, to be honest.

*

Sam and I were first to arrive at the dock. We took the little two-stroke engine motorboat across the bay, and then bivouacked our supplies onto the yacht.

It wasn't the biggest thing the world, but it slept four pretty easily and it wouldn't feel too crowded with six. There was one master bedroom, a smaller bedroom with two bunk beds, a full head (aka, bathroom), a main room with a fold out couch, a little kitchen on the far side of that, and plenty of sitting room above deck, as well.

There was no TV, no Internet, but an absolute ton of alcohol. My sister and I nicknamed the ship the "S.S. Trouble" back when Dad first bought it.

He'd gotten it on a lark, trying to create a way for the family to spend more time with each other. It had kinda worked. I mean, my sister was joining us so... 

The first to text us for a lift was Kate and her friend, a girl I hadn't met before. Sam, being the boyfriend, won the right to ferry the girls back to the boat. I was organizing plates and glasses, not really paying attention, when the three of them came below deck.

There was a loud bang, like someone dropping a large amount of luggage. Kate and Sam were already bickering, Kate's friend stood off to the side, looking anxious. 

"Where are we sleeping?" Kate asked.

I shrugged.

"I dunno. Wherever, I guess."

"Really Jason? We're gonna just sleep on the floor like fucking animals?" Kate shouted. Her friend seemed to step back even further.

"No." 

I raised my hands in surrender. 

"I just...didn't plan anything 's all. Just...I dunno, take my parents room."

Kate made a "urrgh"Ña growl of satisfaction and exasperation, then marched past the kitchen to the main cabin. Sam followed, lugging several suitcasesÑmore bellboy than boyfriend.

I looked over at Kate's friend, still cowering in the corner of the living room.

I extended my hand.

"I'm Jason."

"Ashley," she said, smiling slightly. 

Ashley's golden hair fell in cute little ringlets around a not-too angular face. Her nose and ears were just a little too big. Everything else on her was tinyÑthin little lips, neat agile fingers, bit of a bum just peaking out from under her long, brown sweater. She couldn't be more than 5'1", maybe 5'2" with the right set of shoes. 

Really super cute. She was like a mix of the weird artist chick in your freshman dorm and the nice girl who grew up down the street from your childhood home. She made me wish I'd bought condoms. As soon as I let go of her hand, the smile raced off her face. I gestured for her to sit, but she just stood there. Thin, quiet, standing on the side of the roomÑshe was like an attractive, fuck-able lamp.

My phone buzzed, letting me know it was time to get my sister. I told Ashley where I was going. She just nodded, nailed to the floor. If she didn't move soon, I was gonna have to try to return her to IKEA.

*

My sister Emma gave me an awkward half-kiss half-hug when I arrived. Her friend, Kristen, blonde and beautiful, started picking up boxes and helping me. Em got the hint and helped as well. We were on our way in minutes. 

The girls sat at the front while I steered from the rear. They both looked angelic, sitting at the bow, their hair whipping in the wind. Kristen was tall, almost my height, farm girl looks in full display. She had thick blonde hair down to the small of her back. Freckles splashed across her nose and shoulders. She was probably a couple pounds overweightÑ10 if you believe Cosmo, but I don't. It filled her out nicely, honestlyÑit added a little extra heft to her boobs and ass. I'd known Kristen since my sister was in middle school. They were both a year younger than me, finishing off high school, getting ready for year one in college. They'd already planned on going to the same school, natch. They were inseparable. Kristen and my sister.

My sister. Yeah. The little brunette leaning back in the boat, eyes closed, soaking up the salt air. She looked even better than I remembered. Her chest a little fuller, her body a little more defined. Em played soccer since forever. She always had her brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Always dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Guys would tease me that my little sis was more of a dude than me. They wouldn't say that looking at her now.

Yeah, I guess it's fair to say my sister was kinda my dream girl. Not my sister sister...I mean, that's just not a good idea. But a girl that looks and acts and is just like my sister. Yeah. 

This just had to end well, right?

Yikes.

*

After a day of travel, no one really felt like doing much. We ate soup I warmed out of a can, we changed into pjs, we called it a night. Not a beer was cracked.

Sam and Kate had already claimed the master bedroom. Emma and Kristen agreed to squeeze into the bunk beds in the other room. That left Ashley on the fold out couch and me in a sleeping bag on the floor nearby.

I noticed Ashley was wearing pink pj pants and a little strappy pink top before she slid under the covers. I was wearing long flannel pants and nothing else. If she felt uncomfortable, she didn't say anything. But, then, I wasn't sure she'd speak if she was sleeping on needles. Quiet little lamp.

The room was almost totally dark. The ocean rolled in the distance. I sighed, contentedly. It was nice to be back on the boat. We were only a few miles off shore, but I was already too far away for my troubles to reach me.

I heard the squeaking first.

Then the hushed voices. They sounded excited, a little upset, maybe even a little angry? Then more squeaking. I couldn't help but look up at Ashley on the couch. She was wide eyed. I couldn't see where her hands were.

Then there was grunting.

Sam's voice. "Oh. Oh yeah. Oh baby. So good."

Over and over. Little grunt from Kate. 

"Oh yeah. Come on..." I heard her say.

"Come on..."

I looked over at Ashley again. Her little curls were trembling. Her blanket shifted back and forth. Working herself pretty hardcore there. I reached into my own pants and took hold.

"Oh god..." Sam said.

"Come on, baby..." Kate said.

"So good..." Sam said.

"Come on, baby," Kate pleaded, "get there. Come on, baby. I know you can get there. Come on."

Ashley's squishy sounds were almost as loud as the squeaking bed now. Her breaths were coming in these short, deep little gasps. I was working myself full on, now.

"Ohhhh...almost...," Sam finally exclaimed. 

"Pull out baby! Pull out pull out pull out!" Kate cried.

"Oh god, but I'm so close," Sam whined, "I've got the condom on, baby, come on, just this once why can't I..."

"No!" Kate practically shouted. In that moment, my dick dropped limp like the poor little guy had been shot. I looked up and saw Ashley shudder, arms locked at her sides, head tilted back, a little squeaky gasp escaping her mouth.

Guess not everyone is turned off by a bit of arguing.

"Baby, I..."

"Sam. No."

I heard the sound of a shove. The squick squick squick of a hand working a cock. I know the sound. I had just been making it myself.

"Ahhhhhh," I heard Sam reach his climax.

"There you go, baby. Isn't that better? You feel better, baby?" Kate asked.

"Uh huh," Sam said. I heard a click, like a light being turned on. Bright yellow spilled from under the door. I quickly readjusted myself, waiting for someone to come out. Nothing happened. The light clicked back off.

It was dark. All I could hear was the ocean and the sound of Ashley's slight snore. I was blue balled as all get out, but my cock stayed limp. For whatever reason, now that Ashley had finished, I felt a little strange tossing one off with her in the room. At a certain point, I guess I just fell asleep.

*

The next day, we swam in the ocean, ate whatever, napped, then did it all again. We also opened up the alcohol.

By the time the sun was down we were all pretty good and lubricated. No one was falling down drunk, but we had all discovered a wonderful midpoint between buzzed and blasted. Then Em pulled a joint out of...somewhere?...and we passed that around for a bit, too. 

We all sat around the living room, alcohol bottles resting everywhere there was flat space. The ocean sighed. I was in a nice, comfy place.

"See, now this is when a TV would be really super nice," Kate said. Emma just glared over at Kate. My sister had never gotten along with her.

"I think this is nice," Kristen said.

"Me too," I said.

"So what's on for tonight?" Sam asked, maybe a little too anxious? 

"I think we can figure something out," Emma said, smirking. She stood up. Still seated, I could almost follow her smooth, muscular legs right up the bottom of her shorts to the promised land. I wasn't the only person looking, either.

Emma practically pranced over to the kitchen. She grabbed an empty wine bottle and brought it back to the circle. Just looking at the bottle, my cock began to grow. Good times.

We'd all gone to high school together, except for Ashley. We'd all played games like this one. Spin to win and all that. It never went much beyond basic cable nudity and a bit of making out. But then, that was high school. With my parents in the next room. 

Now four of us were in college and Emma and Kristen were both of age and headed to uni in the fall. And there were no parents here. And we were drunk and high and horny.

"I believe we're all familiar with our little friend here?" Emma asked, 

"Except maybe Ashley?" 

Ashley nodded pleasantly. My little lamp. Maybe tonight I'd figure out how to switch her on. 

Emma was explaining.

"...and then you give them a dare. Anything you like. Preferably something dirty, but, y'know, whatever, really."

Kate shifted, slightly. She was sitting to my right and I felt her stiffen.

"Guys...I dunno. I mean. We've done stuff like this before, but...," Kate said, "now I'm together with Sam and I..."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Emma said, reassuringly.

"C'mon, babe," Sam said, totally not looking at Kate, "It'll be fun."

"I dunno," she repeated.

"I've got a problem, too," I said. Everyone turned to look at me, confused. I pointed at my sister, Emma.

"What?" Emma asked, "I'm 18, Jay Bird. You're going to have to accept that I'm a grown up woman with grown up woman wants and grown up woman needs."

"No no. That's not... I mean, you want to let a bunch of guys just fuck around with you I'm not gonna stop em," I said. 

Then I realized what was coming out of my mouth and stopped myself. "I mean, I care."

"That's my bro!" Emma exclaimed, "so sweet and protective!"

She leaned playfully into Kristen who laughed along with her best friend. 

"No! That's not... Look, I'm a little drunk here. And a little high. Just, like, cut me some slack or something, OK?"

"It's fine, bro," Emma giggled, "I'm glad you're so excited about your slutty little sis."

I moaned, exasperated.

"Look, if we're gonna spin the bottle around and do, I dunno, whatever, I'm just... I mean... Like, if it's pointing at Emma I don't want to..."

"So maybe Kate and Emma, like, just don't play," Sam said, "That way no one does anything they don't want to."

"Wait, I have to go hide in the bedroom while everyone else has fun because my brother can't handle what might happen?" Emma snapped.

"And what about you?" Kate rounded on Sam, "You'll just... sit here while I wait for you back in our room?"

Sam's hands shot up in surrender.

"No! I was... It was just... I' m trying to make everyone happy 's all."

"I have a boyfriend, too," Kristen said, quietly, "So I...ummm... I guess I won't play either...?"

The room went silent. I could feel the mood

We all came to the boat knowing we'd do something a little wild. You don't spend all day in skimpy bathing suits, drinking and getting high just to eat a nice meal, have a little chat, and then call it a night. We were in our twenties, not our forties.

Now that the moment had arrived, no one wanted to be the one to start things off. We were drunk, and bored, but we'd talked ourselves into a bit of a corner that no one really wanted to stay in. We just needed an excuse to take advantage of ourselves.

"OK," I said, "Let's change the game a little." 

I stood up, taking the wine bottle with me.

"New game," I said. 

I rooted around the cabinets.

"This is a deck of cards," I announced, holding up the deck as I walked back to our little circle. 

"Wow," Sam said, "you really are full of amazing tricks."

"Ha ha. Now, I'll shuffle the deck and deal each of you a card, face down. High card wins. But before we reveal our cards, each of us can make a bet. Something silly, something dirty, whatever."

"So like, I get a Jack and I say I'll...I dunno...take off my sock if my card isn't the highest?" Emma asked.

"Exactly. If I show a King or whatever, you have to take off your sock. I mean, hopefully it'll be something a little more fun than that. But you get the idea."

"What if I don't like my card?" Kristen asked, "What if I've got a two or something? Do I have to bet?"

"That's the beauty of the game," I said, "if you don't like your card, you can just fold. No harm done. And since you're picking your own bet, you're never doing something you're uncomfortable with."

"What about the winner?" Sam asked, "What does he get?"

"He or she," I said, "is the recipient of the bet. So like, if Ashley bets a kiss and she loses to Kristen, Ash has to kiss her."

Kristen looked a little abashed at my example. Ashley, on the other hand, seemed strangely pleased by the idea.

"Kiss what? Where?" Sam asked.

"Well, maybe Ashley specifies. Or it can be winner's choice. I dunno. It's just a way to get things going, guys. It's our game, we can always adjust as we go."

"Sounds good to me," Emma said. 

"Me too," Kristen said. 

Ashley just nodded and smiled. At this point, not wanting to be the downer, Kate seemed to agree, as well. I didn't even bother to check with Sam. 

"OK then. Everybody get a drink while I shuffle up and deal," I said.

*

I dealt clockwise, as if we were playing poker and not "weird dirty kinda sexy game I just made up." I was still workshopping the name, obviously. 

The deal went Emma, Sam, Ashley, Kristen, Kate, then me. Looking back, people were sitting in a way that said a lot about what they wanted that night. At the time I was oblivious. I just assumed that everyone sat wherever. 

I was so so so so wrong.

I looked down at what I had dealt myself. Ten. Not bad. Not a big winner, but not terrible either. Again, just like poker, we bet around in the order of the deal. 

"I'll bet a sock, I guess," Emma said. 

"We're doing clothes first?" Sam asked. 

I couldn't tell if he was happy about that or not. No one answered his question.

"OK, I'll call your sock," Sam said. 

Ashley folded. So did Kristen and Kate. I looked at my ten.

"Oh what the hell." 

It was just a sock, after all.

Emma showed a Jack. Sam had the Ace. I didn't even bother taking out my tiny ten.

"Ha ha!" Sam cried triumphantly. 

Emma threw her sock at him. I did the same.

"What am I supposed to do with these?" Sam asked.

"I dunno," I said, "but you won them."

"Yay for me?" Sam said, "I mean, ummm, yay for me!"

"That's the spirit," Emma told him. 

Sam looked over at Kate as if to say, "See, not so bad?"

Kate smiled back, wanly.

The rest of the round was sock city. I didn't see anything higher than an eight. To pass the time, I played a little game with myselfÑgiving each of the girls a little award.

Kate was clearly most beautiful overall. Best hair went to Kristen's extra super long blonde hair, no question. Although I could kinda see Ashley's tight blonde curls as a dark horse. I liked watching them sproing every time she moved her head. 

Best boobs went to Kate with Kristen a close second. Best eyes: Emma. Best mouth: Kate again. Best hands: Ashley. They were so quick and thin; I couldn't help but fantasize about her wrapping them around my cock. 


Dirty Naked Poker



Best legs went to Kate, though I would certainly put Emma in there as well. I'm not a foot guy, but Emma's left one was out there and it was pretty cute, so she got best foot. 

Everyone's a winner on the yacht tonight!

*

We took a break after the first round of cards. When everyone sat back down, fully refreshed with drink in hand, we all seemed a little more comfortableÑa little more into the rhythm of the game. It didn't hurt that Emma had 'found' another joint and was passing it around as we dealt the cards. "Strange, PG-rated, drunk poker-ish game" was a success. Good times.

By the time the deal had come back to me a second time, Emma, Ashley and Kristen were all barefoot and I was giddy with the thought that we were going to be seeing some boobies shortly.

The break hadn't changed my luck any, sadly. I was card dead. On the one hand it kept me clothed because I had nothing that was even worth betting on. On the other, it made me look like a prude in my own game. So far, Emma was really the one driving things, keeping it lively. 

But Sam was really the big winner. The deck just slapped him in the face. It seemed like he had a huge hand every time. Sam bet almost every deal but still hadn't lost even a sock. He'd gotten kisses on the cheek from my sister and Ashley, plus a nice French-y one from his girlfriend that, mysteriously, was the only time Kate had bet. Sam leaned back, covered in people's socks, looking satisfied with himself.

"Does anyone want another break?" I asked, getting ready to deal for the third time.

"Hell no!" Sam said. 

The girls all laughed. I felt warm and happy and high. I dealt the cards.

Emma folded almost before I gave her the card, then jumped up to use the bathroom. Sam, again all swagger, bet an item of clothing.

"Winner's choice," he said, and winked.

Ashley raised to a kiss. Kristen folded and followed her friend to the bathroom. I wondered if that was on purpose. Did everyone have a conversation like Sam and I had, picking our targets for the evening?

Kate folded, giving her boyfriend a bit of a scowl. Sam was having way too much fun to care.

I was starting to get a little invested here. For one thing, I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ashley. Her cuteness had progressed to super cute since I first met her. I imagined running my hands through her curls as we pressed our lips and...

Well anyway. Yeah. Kissing Ashley would be good. And after all this, I kinda wanted to just...get in the game. It really wasn't much fun sitting there watching everyone else have a little dirty fun. 

But most importantly, I wanted to knock Sam down a peg. He was getting cocky. It would be fun to teach him a lesson and get Ashley as my reward. So when I looked down and saw yet another 4, I was legitimately distraught.

I folded. Ashley turned over a queen. Nice card. Sam made a big show of looking shocked, then turned over his Ace, cackling. Kate and I looked at each other and shook our heads. Ashley leaned over and made to kiss Sam on the cheek.

"Oh no," Sam declared, "I want this one on the lips."

"Which lips?" Ashley asked, smiling. Sam touched her face.

"These. For now."

"Sam!" Kate cried, appalled. Ashley laughed and clapped.

Sam leaned back on his elbows and gestured for Ashley to slide forward. Ashley stood up and sauntered over to Sam. Then she leaned in, slow and sensuous, letting all her best bits drag slowly over Sam. She pressed her lips to his, even snaked her tongue out a little as a tease, then quickly bounced back up as if nothing had happened.

Ashley smiled and then traipsed off to the bathroom. Sam was posing for his picture in the dictionary under "shit eating grin."

"Maybe we should take a break after all," Kate said. She stood up and stormed off.

"Dude," I said.

"Come on, man," Sam said, "It's just a game. What did she think was going to happen?"

"I don't know, but she's your girlfriend. Don't you think you should, I dunno, talk to her or something?"

Sam waved me off.

"What happened?" Emma asked as she returned from the bathroom.

"Ashley kissed Sam."

"So what?"

"Well, Kate's upset, seeing as how she's his girlfriend and all."

"Whatever," Emma said, "from what I heard last night she's getting hers."

"You heard that last night?" I asked, surprised.

"The Libyans heard that last night," Emma said, "I don't see the big deal. It's just a game. Like, we knew all this was coming. Why get all worked up about it?"

I shrugged. I guess I could see both sides of it. Everyone was still milling about, unsure of whether we would restart the game without Kate or if we had already reached the breaking point. My balls were already aching and I hadn't seen a card higher than a ten. I wasn't going to end the game now. 

*

I found Kate in the master bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and rested her head in her hands. Her eyes were a little red, like she had been crying. Is it wrong that that kinda turned me on a little?

"Look, Kate..." 

"I know, I know. It's 'just a game.' But feelings don't just go away cause cards are involved. Mine don't anyway."

"So don't play."

"But he's playing," Kate cried.

"OK," I said, "you're right. If you were my girlfriend I wouldn't want you out there doing...stuff."

She smiled at that and squeezed my hand.

"I dunno," I said and stared down at my parents' beige carpeting, "you're pretty special. I think so anyway. I wouldn't want to share you with anyone."

Kate just looked at me, eyes shining. I looked back at up at her. She was still clasping my one hand in two of hers.

"So you have a choice," I said, "you can go get your boyfriend and yell at him like he's a naughty child in front of everyone. Then probably one or both of you leaves in the morning."

"I don't..."

"Or," I said, looking her right in those big beautiful blue eyes, "you can show him what it feels like when the person you love is with someone else. And maybe have a little fun."

*

We all sat back down. I poured everyone a fresh drink and dealt the cards. Emma folded. SamÑmaybe feeling at least a little chastened?Ñfolded, too. Ashley bet a kiss. After watching what she did to Sam...that bet wasn't exactly scaring me off, I'll put it that way.

Kristen folded. Then Kate looked up from her card.

"I'll call," she said. Everyone sucked in their breath.

"The kiss, you mean," Emma said, her surprise showing, "you'll give a kiss if you lose."

"Yeah," Kate said, as if this were something she had done all game. I looked at my card and saw a six taunting me. I folded. 

Ashley smiled and turned over a Jack, triumphantly. The whole room held its breath and turned to look at Kate. She just smiled and showed her card: a deuce.

Kate stood up and walked over to Ashley. With one hand, Kate reached down and pulled Ashley up to her feet. Then, without even so much as a pause, Kate shoved her tongue down the shocked girl's throat. 

The whole room erupted in cheers. No peck on the lips, thisÑboth girls sucked face (and tongue. Lots and lots of tongue) for a good five minutes. At one point, I swear I saw Ashley graze Kate's magnificent left boob. 

I looked back at Sam, worried, but he just smiledÑentranced by watching his girlfriend go at it with another womanÑand gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up. I showed him the same, smiling broadly.

Now we had ourselves a game.

*

Once everyone had settled, "Really risky, somewhat dirty, poker-ish game" got underway for reals. Unintentionally, I'm sure, Kate had inspired perhaps the most wonderful turn of events ever: girls kissing each other!

Sam and I sat back, not even bothering to play our cards, as the girls all got into the latest fad. Ashley kissed Kate again. Then Emma kissed Ashley. Then Emma kissed Kate. These weren't chaste little brushes eitherÑthis was full on, passionate, mouth-to-mouth and tongue-to-tongue. If I was hard before I was...well a heck of a lot harder now. 

Then it was Kristen's turn. She had bet a kiss because, well, that's what everyone was doing. But I don't think she really thought it through. When she lost to Emma her face went practically ashen.

Emma leaned over to her bff for the now customary make out session, but Kristen pulled back.

"I have a boyfriend," Kristen said, shyly.

"So?" Ashley asked.

"So I don't want to cheat on him," Kristen said.

"Lots of us have boyfriends," Kate said, as if she had been letting loose all evening.

"He's your boy friend," Ashley said with a wicked grin, "that means he's your boy. Kissing a girl is only cheating if you have a girl friend."

Well that explanation certainly made sense to me.

"So Sam could make out with Jason and it wouldn't be cheating?" Kate asked.

"Exactly," Ashley said.

"Well that's not happening," Sam said.

"Too bad. Sounds kinda hot," Emma said. Sam turned as pink as a toy pony.

"I'm just not...not into that stuff." 

Kristen's voice got quieter and quieter as the argument went on. She had her arms wrapped around her chest and her eyes went everywhere but to us.

"What stuff?" Ashley asked. Uh oh.

"Y'know. Girl and...girl stuff," Kristen said.

"You mean you're not a dyke," Ashley said.

"No," Kristen said. I had to lean forward to hear her.

"So it's ok for everyone else to fool around, but you're too good for it," Ashley said.

"No. I just..."

"Lay off her, Ashley," Emma said, "her family's like, really super Christian."

"Oh, whatever," Ashley said.

"C'mon Kristen," Kate said, "it's not like it's a big deal."

Wow. New Kate was really coming out swinging. Hooray for new Kate!

"Isn't Emma, like, your best friend?" Ashley asked, "Don't you love your best friend?"

"Well...yeah...I mean, but..."

"Don't you want to show your best friend how much you love her?" Ashley asked.

"I..."

"It'll be fun," Sam said.

"It's ok," Emma took her friend's hands and leaned in. 

Their lips touched. Kristen kissed back a little. It was tender and warm. The two just shared each other. Appreciated each other. It might have been the least adventurous kiss of the night so far. It also might have been the hottest. 

Emma enthusiastically pressed her mouth to Kristen's. Kristen tentatively tasted back. It was an honest kiss. Ashley may have been kidding around, but it really was love. They pulled away, both a little starry eyed.

"Wow," Ashley said.

"See, not so bad," Sam said. 

Kristen just smiled dreamily. But she stopped betting kisses.

*

Some things, sadly, did not change. My cards were still flat out horrible, unplayable, shitty shitty shit. Sam just kept on winning. And the girls were out of socks.

The round after the girl-on-girl extravaganza began with Emma giving Sam a full on, full tongue kiss along with a little harmless groping. It was weird watching my little sister get it on with my best friend. I was crushed between really super creeped out and really super jealous.

The next hand I looked down at a nine, my second-highest card of the night. I decided to start pushing my luck. I was near last to act. I already knew I'd be kissing Sam or my sister if I lost, so no kissing for me. I was out of socks, so I bet my shirt. If I beat Sam, I could always just order him to kiss Kate, if anything just because I felt bad for her. Or he'd kiss me on the cheek. Whatever. No big deal. 

Sam turned over a King. Of course. 

I handed my shirt over.

"You can give that thing a big ol' sniff if you like," I said.

"Nah," Sam said.

He gave the shirt to Kristen, which I think was his little way of trying to help me out. 

So now I was bored, lonely and a little cold. .

"Nice pecs," Emma said, smiling.

"She's right," Kate added, "when did my high school bestie start working out?"

"I joined the crew team at school," I confessed.

"Nice," Ashley said, "those guys are always the hottest."

Kristen looked at Ashley, confused.

"What?" Ashley said.

Emma raised her eyebrows at me and smiled. She ran her eyes up and down my chest and kind of chewed at her lower lip. Suddenly I didn't feel like covering my chest anymore.

Sam dealt the next hand, impatient to change the subject. This time, I didn't even have the choice to be aggressiveÑa three. 

When the cards came to Kristen, she bet. Kristen was also out of socks. She was still suffering from her kiss from the previous round. 

Kristen bet her shirt. Sam had bet a kiss and Kristen seemed confident she had him now. 

Kristen may have seemed like a prude and I guess in some ways she was. But it's not like she didn't want to have fun. Just, y'know, safe, expected, not too outside the norm kinda fun. A neat little story she could tell at her bachelorette party before her big church wedding. A little feel from Sam would be just fine by her, I gathered. Still, Kristen had given a little pout when I tossed in my cards earlier. Maybe she and I were on the same wavelength.

Kristen turned over her King, triumphantly. Sam grinned wolfishly and showed his Ace.

Kristen didn't bother to hide her frustration. 

"Alright," Sam cried, "let's see some goodies!"

"Sam!" Kate said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"No, no," Kristen said, "a bet's a bet. I won't be the one to break it."

She seemed remarkably calm compared to her previous girl-kiss catastrophe. Kristen had been wearing a cute pj setÑsky blue long pants and a matching long sleeve shirt. In the center of the top there was a little pink bunny shouting, "Sleepy Time!"

Kristen reached down for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one big flourish. She was wearing a bra, of course, a baby-chick yellow one. The material was thick, too, so there really wasn't much to see except her bellybutton and maybe a bit of the tops of her boobs. I'd seen formal dresses that showed more titty. 

I now knew her chest was as freckly as her face. That was pretty hot. Just by the bra, I could tell Kristen was a D-cup. 

It was our first, closest look at girl-naked in the game. Really, everyone was pretty excited. Kristen threw her now discarded shirt at Sam who made a big show of taking a deep deep sniff of it. Everyone laughed at that.

"Gross, Sam!" Kristen said.

"Whatever," Sam replied, dismissively.

With Kristen now on display, I silently moved her up to the pole position (ha ha) in my 'best boobs" rankings. Kate would just have to settle for second breast. Er, best.

The next hand went almost exactly the same, only this time it was my little sis making, and losing, the bet. Emma was wearing jogging shorts and a little t-shirt that said "Don't stop till you drop." The context made the line seem a little suggestive. 

Much like her friend, Emma stripped off her shirt in one swoop, revealing a cute little white bra with laces across the top. Again, there wasn't much to see. Emma wasn't flat-chested by any means. I doubt the Itty Bitty Titty Committee would even consider her application. But when it came to breasts, little Emmy was definitely on the honor roll (all A's and B's). Whatever. Quality vs quantity and all that. Anyone could see that my sis had a nice set of tits. 

It helped that those little titties jutted out proudly over a taught stomach that looked a little six-pack-y in some positions. Also, because of how Em's shorts sat, I could get a little sneak preview. Little sis definitely shaved a good amount down there. 

So all awesome. 

"Nice," I said, returning Emma's compliment from earlier. 

Em glowed proudly at the praise and even pushed her bust out a little further. Sam sniffed the shirt again, naturally, and declared Emma's the best smelling, so far. So I guess Emma had that category in hand. Best smelling t-shirt. Good on her.

The next hand went pretty straightforward. Sam got another kiss, this time from his girlfriend. I could tell she was really trying now, but Sam seemed disconnected. It wasn't just that a kiss from his gf wasn't that 'risky,' but there seemed to be so much more fun to be had than kisses and bras and Sam was impatient with the process. If everyone went to bed before the good stuff got going, what was the point? Also I think his lips were starting to get chapped.

Kate dealt the next hand. If we fell more or less to form, this would be the last hand before we took a bio break. I folded as usual. So did Emma

Sam bet, offering up his shirt. He was wearing one of those long-sleeve waffle-y shirt things. Ashley called his bet, shirt for shirt. Everyone else folded. I could tell people were anxious for the break.

Ashley grinned at Sam.

"Show me what you got, Sammy," Ashley teased. He turned over a King.

"Shit," Ashley said.

Sam laughed.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"What's wrong?" Kate asked, legitimately concerned.

"One of these days, your luck's gonna turn," Ashley warned Sam.

"You better hope it happens before you're completely naked," Sam said.

"Shit," Ashley said again, "Of all the days to not wear a bra..."

She had been wearing a big brown sweater that came almost to her knees. Thick and wooly, I got scratchy just looking at it. Ashley reached down and slowly, reluctantly, lifted up the sweater. Her curls jiggled happily as Ashley pulled the sweater over her head.

Everyone froze. I swear one of the girls gasped. 

I was going to have to redo my "best boobs" list. 

They weren't the biggest in the room, not by a long shot. But holy fucking shit did Ashley have the most amazing rack I'd ever seen. They were perfect. Ideal. The Aristotelian philosophical highest good of breasts. 

Full, taut, almost floating, they were just a little bit bigger than a handful with small, pink areola and sharp little nippies just begging to be sucked. At that moment, in a strange way, I felt almost proud of my little lamp. She came with much better bulbs than advertised. 

"Holy fucking shit," Sam breathed.

Ashley smiled sheepishly.

"Holy shit, Ash!" Kate exclaimed. She looked just as surprised as us that she had said it.

"Niiiiice pecs," Emma said, and reached over to Ashley for a fist bump. Emma was clearly going for a laugh, but she wasn't completely kidding either.

Ashley's Amazing MammariesTM (patent pending, all rights reserved), jiggled alluringly as she reached over and met Emma's fist with her own. 

"Well, on that note, I need another drink," Kristen said, "and maybe a good cry."

"Oh come on, Krissy," Emma faux-pouted, "I'm sure you have extra super nice titties under there, too."

Kristen just shook her head, but I was pretty sure that Emma was right. I finished my drink and cleaned up the cards for the next round. 

This was about as far as we had ever gotten at these high school things, I reflected. By now, people were tired, or my parents were making noises, or people were just afraid to go any further. Yet right now, this felt more like the beginning of the party than the ending.

I passed Sam in the hall.

"So who've you got your eye on?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Who are you looking to take down, great white hunter?" Sam said, hitting me on the shoulder.

"Oh. I dunno. Does it matter?"

"Of course it does. If I know who you're going for I can get out of the way."

"You have a girlfriend," I said, "why do you care?"

Sam just shrugged.

"Just don't want to step on your toes 's all," he said.

I surveyed the field and thought about it for a moment.

"Kristen?" I said. I wasn't too confident about it.

"OK, cool," Sam said, then wandered off.

*

We sat back down in our circle. Ashley's breasts still stood at full attention. I noticed Kristen had adjusted her bra slightly to try and show a little more top-boob. I know it sounds weird, but I was kinda proud of her for it.

Emma cleared her throat. She sat very formally, as if totally unaware that her tits were just...hanging out there in her bra. It was like I was watching the best version of C-Span, ever. Or maybe the strangest Supreme Court hearing. Whatever. It was awesome. I could tell through the material that her little nipples were hard. Holy fuck, I could see my little sister's hard little nipples! 




Dirty Naked Poker



"We girls have decided to make some changes to the game," Emma announced. The rest of the girls nodded in agreement.

Sam and I looked at each other, warily. Here came the end of the fun.

"Instead of just making a bet of like, just, whatever, everyone has to match the bet. So no more bets where my sock counts as much as your kiss. If you bet a kiss, I have to at least match your kiss or raise it."

"How do we decide what's worth more?" I asked.

"Group decision," Emma said, "but I'm pretty sure we're gonna be able to figure it out."

That dirty little minx!

"So, I just want to be clear about this," I said, "Ashley says kiss and I raise blowjob, in order to stay in the hand Ashley has to agree to suck me off if she loses?"

"Pretty much," Ashley smiled. 

"And you're all ok with this?" I asked, looking pointedly at Kate. She nodded, slowly.

I turned to Sam.

"Did you slip ecstasy into all their drinks when I wasn't looking?" I asked, only half-kidding.

"I swear to God I did not," Sam said. If anything he was even more flabbergasted than I was.

"Well ok then," I said, "You guys said you wanted a game. I guess we've got ourselves a game."

I'm not sure what made the girls suddenly decide to 'go for the gold' as it were. Maybe I underestimated just how drunk/high/horny everyone was. Maybe the girls wanted to see just how far us boys were really willing to go before calling it a night. Maybe they all were just sick of all this bullshit and wanted to get laid. Lord knows, that's where I was at.

I have no idea what possessed them to take this to the next level. Regardless, "dangerous, sexy, naked, relationship-destroying, kinda poker-like game" was a go.

The first hand went pretty normal. Sam bet shirt. No one called. Sam kept his shirt. Ashley bet pants. No one called. Ashley kept her cute, little beige tights/leggings thingies. I assumed she had at least worn panties, but after last round all bets were off.

Again, I was card dead. Card deceased. High hand of a ten. I started to wonder if I'd ever see a face card. Maybe there weren't any more. Maybe someone was dealing from the bottom of the deck. Maybe God hated me. I was sitting there, topless, with a bunch of hot, impossibly horny girls, and I couldn't even touch one of them. We were playing a game designed to cause as much fooling around as possible and somehow I was getting less action if we'd just, I dunno, rented a porno and seen who hooked up with who. 

It could not get any worse.

And then it did.

Cards started showing up. Bettable, playable, winnable cards. No Aces, mind you. But hands I had to bet or else I might as well not play. And every. Single. One. Lost.

The first hand I looked down at a jack and bet my pants. Kristen turned over a Queen. So I shucked off my pants.

I was wearing pretty tight boxers, but I could have been wrapped in sailcloth and my dick would have shown through. It had been hours of semi-naked girls making out with each other. Plus the previous night's experience. Plus no girlfriend in months... I was beyond blue-balled. I was purple-balled. They didn't just ache, it felt like they swelled with my semen. Like I was lugging around two bowling balls full of baby batter. Every time I moved I felt my two, exta-sensative, over-filled, suddenly gigantic balls.

Which says nothing of where my dick was at. At this point, I felt like flag poles were flaccid compared to what I was carrying. In all honesty, it was almost more painful than anything else. I needed frickin' relief. And it showed.

I had to stand up to take off my pajama pantsÑlong red and black flannel-y things like you see in the J. Crew catalogueÑso everyone got a good look at what was going on. Going on in my pants. Yeah.

Little Jason was barely contained by the, thankfully, tight cloth. He was desperately trying to push his way out anyway he knew how. After clearly trying to escape up through the waistband, the big guy looked to be trying to go out through the legs of my boxers.

Standing there, I shifted and kind of rolled my hips to try to push him down. But he just popped back up, proud as could be, and even left a little wet spot on the front of my boxers for everyone to see. 

It was pulsing in time with my heartbeat. My heart was racing. It was a bad combo.

"Nice calves, bro!" Emma called out from behind me, proudly.

"Yeah," Kristen said, staring at my front almost hypnotized, "Calves."

"Well at least you're taking attention away from my breasts," Ashley laughed.

I threw my pants over to Kristen. She looked almost sheepish about her victory. Emma gave her friend a hearty slap on the back, like Kristen had just pulled out the anchor run for the win at a state meet.

I slowly sat down, hoping my cock wouldn't just jump right out. 

It hardly mattered.

Two hands later I pulled a Queen. A goddamn, motherfucking Queen. She winked at me as I gazed upon her regal visage. Oh yes. Finally.

"Fold," Emma said.

"Fold," Sam announced. He had been curiously quiet since the last restart. Had the deck finally started to steer away from him?

"I'll bet pants," Ashley said coyly.

"Pants," Kristen agreed.

"Pants are fine," Kate said, looking right at her boyfriend when she said it. Oh no. Was Kate trying to play chicken with her boyfriend? Did she think if she went too far then he would stop this? Oh no. This was bad bad bad. I decided I would intervene. Warn Kate that she was gonna be disappointed. Sam was my best friend, but Kate had been my buddy for a long time, too. I didn't want to see her heart broken. 

But first, I had a hand to win.

"I raise," I announced, "Underwear."

"Wait," Kristen interrupted, "if he wins I have to take off my pants and my panties?"

She didn't look too happy with that.

"Since when does one piece of clothing count as much as two?" Kate asked.

"It's all I have to bet," I complained.

"I dunno," Emma said, "underwear should be worth a lot more than pants, don't you think? I mean, Jason's gonna have to take out his...Jason if he loses."

"Doesn't seem fair," Sam said.

Geez, thanks buddy. Now I really didn't feel bad about warning his girlfriend.

"How about this," I said, "I'll bet naked. So I'm not betting an article of clothing here, just full nudity. So you have to put out your full nudity to match the bet. That way, it's clothes agnostic."

"You sure do use some big funny words, " Ashley teased, talking in an exaggerated drawl.

"But," I continued, "If I win the bet, I get my clothes back."

"No way," Emma said, a little too quickly.

"What?" I asked, "I'm betting full nudity so if I win I should get some amount of un-nudity."

"You're getting to see everyone else naked. That's what you're getting," Emma retorted.

"What about pants?" I asked, "can I get my pants, at least?"

Look, I wanted to get some action as much as anyone at this point. But I also didn't want to be sitting in front of a bunch of clothed people so...exposed. I guess there's a little prude in all of us. Mine was trying to fight its way out of my boxers and fuck everything in the house. Girls, couches, tablesÑhe didn't fucking care. Right now, all I wanted, was not to have everyone examining my little buddy.

"Fine. Pants," Emma said. I just glared back. What had I ever done to her?

"The bet is nudity," I repeated, "call or fold."

"Or raise!" Ashley said, clearly enjoying herself. Holy fuck, was she about to raise? What would that even mean? I'd happily lose my underwear for something...

"I...will..." Ashley drew it out, "fold."

She tossed her card into the pile. Her beautiful titties shook oh so pleasantly as she tossed. Little Jason bopped his head up and down in agreement. I started to wonder if I might need medical attention after this entire escapade. Erection for over four hours and whatnot. I hadn't even taken one of those magical little blue pills.

"I'm out, too," Kristen sighed dejectedly. Kate reached out like she was going to fold, as well.

"Wait, no one is calling?" Ashley asked, "I'd have stayed in if I thought you girls were gonna pussy out."

Kate pulled her card back, considering it.

"Fine," she said, "call."

Ashley clapped excitedly. She wasn't even in the stupid hand anymore. 

It didn't matter. I wanted the call. I needed the call. If everyone folded, I'd be back to sitting there in my underwear, waiting for another shot.

There was no way Kate considered folding if she had a king or an ace. I was getting my pants back. Then all of them could show me their precious little parts and see how they felt about it.

I turned over my Queen. I heard a snort from Kate.

"Oh god," Kate said, giggling now.

"Oh god I'm so so sorry," she said, "I really really am. Oh Jay. Oh JJ."

Kate was full on laughing now, bent over, bright red, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Oh Jason. Oh my little Jay Bird," Kate gasped, using Emma's pet name for me. Not even my parents called me that. Only Emma. Was Kate trying to rile me up?

"Looks like little Jay Bird's going to be coming out of his cage!" Kate squealed.

Without even trying to stop laughing, Kate turned over her card. King.

Fuck king. Fuck.

"I thought you had the Ace," Kate rested her hand on my naked thigh, "I swear I thought you had the Ace."

She was still laughing hysterically. Any thought I had about intervening on her behalf was gone. If she was gonna play it like that, then I could play that way, too. Consequences be damned.

"If you thought I had the ace, then why did you call?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Ashley told me to," Kate said innocently. 

Then she started laughing again. Finally she went still, she tipped her head back, her face still bright red, and took a long, deep breath. She rubbed her eyes with her fingers.

"Oh God, that was good," Kate said, "It's been a while since I've had one of those. I think I need a tissue."

"Did your girlfriend just have an orgasm in front of all of us?" Ashley needled Sam. 

He didn't answer. It suddenly occurred to me that despite months of dating in a sexually active relationship, he legitimately did not know what Kate's orgasms were like.

Well that was very very interesting, wasn't it? I was so intrigued, I almost forgot what was about to happen.

"Let's go, big bro," Emma said, "time to pay your debts."

Dammit.

I slowly stood. Four pairs of eyes were purely focused on me. Sam at least had the decency to not look directly at my crotch. Good man. 

My own little sister on the other hand? She just stared straight on like everyone elseÑa little embarrassed, a bit impatient, and very very excited.

I started to lower my boxers. I didn't want to prolong my agony. I just really didn't want to take off my boxers. Finally, they slipped down to my knees. My cock just popped right back up, little jack-in-the-box that he was, happily boinging back and forth. 

I bent over to pull my boxers off my ankles and then stood straight up. Little Jason did the same, in all his happy, horny glory.

"Whoah," I heard one of the girls say. I couldn't even tell who said it.

"Big brother, indeed," Ashley gasped. 

I looked over at Emma, almost pleadingly, but she was completely focused on what I had just revealed. My dick. My johnson. My schlong. My cock. My little sister was completely entranced by her big brother's cock. 

Nice.

"That is..." Emma stumbled. Was she actually salivating?

"Are they always so...?" Kristen asked, almost to herself. Ashley slowly shook her head, no.

"Oh," Kristen said. It was almost like she had a little cum right there, thinking about it.

"That is one nice cock, bro," Emma finally got her words out. She didn't move her eyes off me. None of the girls did. 

"Wow," Kate said. Sam whipped his head around and glared at her.

"I've seen a lot of d in my day," Ashley said, "Gotta say, that might be the gold medalist right there."

"Wow," This time Kristen said it. Sam gave her a glare, too, for good measure.

Slowly, like I was being watched by hungry predators (and let's be clear, I really, truly was), I lowered myself back onto the floor. Just from the way I was sitting, kinda cross-legged, my erection was at least somewhat obscured. But still. He was out and ready to play. And it looked like he had a few eager playmates waiting for him.

So now I had to update my "best list." Best boobs was clearly Ashley. Best body was probably Emma, though I still held out hope for Kate's big reveal. And best cock? 

Well, that would be me. Huzzah!

*

Looking back, this was the moment that finally broke my best friend. There was a lot more to come. A lot more. Much worse stuff, if I'm being honest. But this is what triggered it. I can't help but think we should have handled things differently. 

I should have stopped the game right there. The girls should have been much more reserved in their praise of my equipment, or much more enthusiastic about Sam's. We should have seen how things were snowballing and stepped in to stop it. 

This is the sequence of events that ended my friendship with my best friend. It's easy now to look back and see all the places that we screwed up. That I screwed up. But at the time, I was having way too much fun to pay attention. 

Suddenly things got really good, really fast. Which was very, very bad.

*

Now that my dick was out, all bets were on. 

In a flurry of hands, Kate was down to only a bra and pantiesÑa very tasteful, lacy, black matching set that, unlike what the other girls were wearingÑseemed intended as much for the viewer as the wearer. 

Before, it had been easy to forget just how massive Kate's boobies were, but now in just a bra they reasserted their wondrous dominance. Ashley still had the quality, but Kate's second best breasts were still a winner in my book. 

Kate was now showing really nice abs with a cute little butt to boot. And thanks to the lacy panties, we also now knew that Kate shaved. I mean, like, shaved shaved. Hard to argue with that.

So the best body award went back to Kate. Thanks for playing, everyone!

Kristen lost her pants as well. For someone so...reserved, Kristen seemed pretty happy to be playing the game. Maybe it was her competitive side. Kristen just liked winning. It's why she and Emma got along so well. Or maybe she was just really really horny after years of being told her body was evil. Who knows? 

Anyway, now Kristen was down to her matching baby-chick yellow panties as well. They were surprisingly not very gramma-ish, though they certainly provided plenty of coverage. Gotta say, the yellow set looked really awesome with Kristen's impossibly long blonde hair. 

Also, this meant that Kristen's legs were now out and about, and holy fuck were those a nice matching set. Long (remember, Kristen is almost my height), toned and tanned, I'm sure she kept leg men up all night with those kickers.

So, Kristen took the leg category. Duh.

Best of all though, we finally got Ashley out of her little beige stocking-things. Those things were so tight, it really wasn't much of a reveal. But we did find out that Ashley had at least worn panties to our little partyÑa tiny pink thong that protected almost nothing. Surprisingly, there was a good amount of hair down there, though it was wispy and blonde and really barely noticeable. I'd have lost that bet big time. 

Oh, also on those panties, a nice dark wet spot. Dead center. Holy fuck did I want to fuck that girl. 

With Kristen and Kate pants-less and Ashley down to her undies, we were ever so close to opening up the best pussy category. I couldn't wait to weigh in on that one. Good ol' Ashley had the early lead.

Yet for all thatÑEmma was down to a bra and her shorts. The K-girls (Kate and Kristen) were both in underwear, only. Ashley was down to almost nothing and I was down to nothing nothingÑSam was the center of attention.

He seemed to grasp the new betting dynamic of the game better than anyone and was using it to his advantage. He threw out big bets (hand jobs, blow jobs, titty jobs, lots o' jobs) to force folds when he was weak and then let us bet into him when he was strong. Thus the sudden loss of everyone's clothes. Nothing had come of Sam's aggressive offers yet, but sooner or later someone would have to force a showdown. Or we'd all be doing Sam soon.

Not me, though.

So much was going on (and coming off) it was easy for me to let go of being insecure about rocking out with my cock out. No one was as naked as me, yet, but it didn't seem like I had long to wait. My cock was literally drooling with anticipation.

But I was card-dead once again. My options were either to take a serious risk nowÑmy only betting options had super high stakesÑor bide my time for something strong. I was out of play. For the moment.

With nothing to do, I stood up and made naked drinks (same as regular drinks, just made by a naked guy). Ashley walked back from using the bathroom and gave my dick a nice hard squeeze as she passed. I almost came right there on the counter. She just smiled at me and went to sit. I watched her bare buns bounce back and forth the whole way down. Ffffffffuck.

"I think it's time to get some action," Sam declared, rubbing his hands in anticipation. 

I dealt myself a 6 because...I don't know why. I hate myself? I must hate myself. Even my cock was eyeing me with disdain.

Emma folded. Sam, the only one of us with bare feet and clothes everywhere else, bet his shirt. 

Oh my god.

Sam's plan was suddenly completely clear. Completely unstoppable. He'd spent a whole round betting weak and holding strong. Everyone was on to his strategy. 

Only Sam had already changed things up. Now he would bet strong and hold weak. By the time everyone figured it out, they'd be at his mercy. After that he could switch his bets pretty much at random. No one would be able to read him. 

At that point, my guess was he'd fuck AshleyÑhe'd been eyeing her all night and she certainly seemed interested, as wellÑby the next round at latest. Then Kate would freak and the party would break. I could only hope to defeat my right hand at cards later that evening and win a quick jerk before heading back to the International College of Unfulfilled Ambitions.

Ashley, thinking she had him figured now, just folded. Weak meant strong right? Kristen folded without a second thought. Sam had nothing right now and the girls were going to give it to him anyway. Fuck fuck fuck. 

"Fuck," Kate said, looking at her card. Her face was screwed up in thought. Goddamn was she gorgeous.

"I know you've got me," Kate said, "I just can't let go of this card. I just... Something about this feels off."

Sam, usually so boisterous, said nothing.

"Y'know what?" Kate said, "fuck it. You beat my jack, I'll jack you off. Whatever. Not exactly a big deal to give my own boyfriend a handy."

Actually, according to what Sam had told me, a 'handy' would have been a lovely surprise for him. But anyway, that hardly mattered.

Kate showed her jack. The room froze. Best case scenario we'd be seeing a girl do something with her boyfriend. Not exactly risquŽ. It still felt like we were at the precipice. 

Sam stared at Kate's jack. He didn't even show his card. He just tossed it into the center and took off his shirt. 

Sam didn't have a bad chest, if you're into dude's chests. Pretty well defined, not a lot of hair. Maybe a little skinny. Nice biceps, though. Not that I noticed.

No one noticed. Everyone was too shocked by his surrender. When I saw Kate's jack I thought she was an idiot. Now I realized she was a genius. Who knew her boyfriend better than her?

Next hand, Emma dealt me a five. Fucking bitch.

Sam, first to act, bet the full monty. He had the chance to go from fully clothed to fully nude in just two hands. Last round, a bet like that would scare everyone off. Not now. Not after Kate just de-pantsed her boyfriend. Figuratively. Sam wasn't literally de-pantsed. Not yet.




Dirty Naked Poker



Ashley made him repeat his bet..

"Yeah. Naked," Sam said, not even looking up from his card.

Without blinking, Ashley bet him back. 

"Oral."

Jeez, Ash, you couldn't just follow Kate's lead? Maybe start off with some light hand action?

I waited for the inevitable. Thanks to Sam's girlfriend, he was the only one getting laid on the boat, cards be damned. Now he was gonna get a blowjob from some chick with tremendous boobs and a beautiful bod. 

Everyone else folded. I waited for Sam to reveal his strong card and tilt the game firmly in his favor.

Sam showed a nine. Ashley flipped a ten. A lousy freaking ten. And just like that, the king was dead.

Sam just stared at the ground and shook his head. 

He slowly stood and slid off his plaid pajama pants. Sam's a cyclist. He's built like oneÑsmall and lithe with huge calves and crack-your-walnuts thighs. He looked so miserable as he shucked his pants, I felt kind of happy for him when a few of the girls complimented his legs.

Then the big reveal. I didn't really want to see my friend's cock. I mean, honestly, it's something I could have done without seeing in my lifetime. But he had to see mine, so I guess fair play and all. Still, could have lived without.

"Oh," Kristen said. 

"Not bad, Sam," Ashley smiled.

"There's my little buddy," Kate cried, happily.

The look on Sam's face said it all. He was devastated. Destroyed. 

It's not like he had a tiny, little prick. I mean, I haven't seen a ton to compare, but his looked fine. Not a porn penis, but no human has one of those. A good, thick, long member. Not that I noticed.

But the reactions... 

When I had whipped mine out, I mean, part of me was pretty sure the girls were just being nice. I mean, that's what girls do right? 

"Oh, I've never seen one that big before."

"I don't think that monster will fit inside me."

"Oh God, I've never felt anything so deep."

That's just shit girls are trained to say. Right? Like, you don't see your girlfriend naked for the first time and say, "wow, you really need a boob job."

No. You say,

"Wow honey, those are fantastic."

"Oh my god, your breasts are so beautiful."

"They're not small, they're perfect. I wouldn't change them in a second."

Even if, y'know, the girl really needs to get a boob job. 

I figured my former girlfriends were just...doing that. I assumed that Kate, Ashley, Kristen, even Emma were just following the unwritten girl rules vis a vis penis appreciation. I expected that when Sam's little friend came out on stage, he would receive a similar, warm reception.

Apparently not. Apparently all those girls were being 100% completely honest. Which, OK, that's totally fucking awesome. Not gonna lie about that. 

Yet there was poor Sam, my friendÑa really truly good friendÑsuddenly coming up short. The girls had made their best efforts to be polite. They were obviously underwhelmed.

"It is a nice cock, Sam," Emma said as he sat down, giving him a good pat on the back. 

His poor member, once standing proud, was now as droopy and deflated as Sam himself. 

"Y'know what?" 

I stood suddenly, unintentionally bringing my own little trophy back to the group's attention, "I think that's a game."

A few disappointed groans. A couple of accepting sighs.

"It's late. I'm tired. We're all tired. My buzz is almost gone. We've got a whole day of swimming tomorrow. This was fun. But I think it's time to call it."

"Oh yeah," Emma said, trying to sound excited, "That could be fun."

"I could make sandwiches," Kate said.

"I can help with that," Kristen volunteered. She had, like, 12 brothers and sisters. It was probably thrilling to make lunch for only 6 people.

"OK," I clapped my hands together, "that sounds like a plan. We'll sleep in, have a late breakfast..."

"No," Sam said.

I turned and looked at my friend, still sitting on the ground, His junk was well hidden behind his pale, toned legs.

"It's not fair," Sam said.

"C'mon honey, it's ok. Let's call it a night," Kate said. She clearly implied she would put out as soon as we split up.

"No. It's not fair," Sam repeated, "You girls play poker?"

The girls all shook their heads. Eight beautiful boobs shook along with them. Man, I had to get these girls to disagree with me more often.

"Jason plays poker. Right Jay?"

I agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

"You don't just...win a big hand and then walk away from the table. It's not good...what's the word?"

Sam snapped his fingers as he tried to think.

"Etiquette," I said.

"Right. It's not good etiquette," Sam said, "You win a monster hand, you sit down and let the table win some of its money back. Then, when things are a little more equitable, you get up and cash out."

"I don't think we did that for anyone else," Kristen said, cautiously.

"Sure we did," Sam said, his voice gaining in strength, "Remember when you had to kiss little Emmy before? We didn't just call it a night right there, because if we did you'd feel like shit. So we hung around and played a little longer.

"When Ash showed her titties, or when Katie lost her top or when JJ dropped trou none of them felt bad because we kept playing. We moved on. We let everybody feel like they came out a winner.

'Little Emmy' leaned forward. She would have looked pretty imposing except, y'know, she was topless. Her teeny tits did their best to hang down. So cute.

"He's kind of got a point," Emma said

"I don't want anyone to feel bad about tonight," Kristen said.

"Just a couple more hands, right?" Kate said.

"OK then," I said, resigned, "I'll go mix up another round of drinks. Em, if you've got any more pot, now's probably the time."

*

Emma lost her pants on the first hand, giving us a new clubhouse leader for "best pussy." Emma's panties were purpleÑa little more revealing than Kristen's, a lot less revealing than Ashley's.

I shouldn't have been able to see very muchÑjust the slight indentation of lips and a little hairÑbut Emma was so wet the crotch was practically see-through. 

"Geez, girl, did you pee yourself?" Ashley asked. 

Emma turned purpler than her panties.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Ashley smiled, "I think it's kinda hot, myself. I love a girl who gets her juices going.

I smiled at my sister.

"It's a nice pussy," I whispered to her.

"You haven't seen anything yet," she whispered back. Holy fuck! 

"You like your little sissy's pretty little purple panties?" Ashley asked. 

I can't believe I used to think this girl was quiet. Could we switch my little lamp back into silent mode?

"They're...very nice," I said, politely.

More importantly, as a result of the hand, Sam won his boxers back. Grey with a black band, he pulled them on like a plate armor before a joust.

With Sam satiated, I figured this really would be our last go-round. 

The next hand, Sam bet big and we all folded around. The hand after, Emma bet a kiss and ended up smooching me on the cheek. It was sweet, like we were back at the beginning of the game. I'm sure she touched my cock by accident. She was probably just as mortified as me. Although, she certainly didn't look mortified...

Ashley's deal was another bet and fold scenario. Sam raised to oral but found no takers. For a guy who had a guaranteed piece of ass that night, he sure seemed desperate to get some action. 

I had a 10, which was probably worth calling, except with just me and Sam in the pot, it didn't matter who wonÑwe'd both lose. At this point, I had resigned myself to ending the game empty. Tomorrow was another evening. 

Ashley and Kristen had both shown interest at times. Maybe I could talk one of them into a little after lunch exploration. Although Ashley seemed more interested in Sam and Kristen had the conservative background/in a relationship double whammy. Neither of them was even close to a sure thing. 

In any case, I knew it wasn't happening. Better to close things up and remind myself why God invented hand lotion. Hell, at the very least, I was pretty sure Ashley would be willing to watch. For a man as lonely as me, that counted as getting some.

Kristen dealt the second to last hand. Kate took one look at her card and got up to go brush her teeth. 

"I'll bet a kiss!" she called back to us from the bathroom. For my penultimate card, Kristen had dealt me a 7. Of course. I couldn't even get angry about it any more. It was the perfect card for such a flawed night.

Emma folded after me. She stood up and stretched, giving me one last look right up at her center. Fucking shit my sister had a great puss. I actually found myself regretting that I'd never get to see it again. Another great reason to end the nightÑI was already on my way to doing something significantly stupid.

Sam took a while to look at his card, then raised Kate's kiss to nudity. That was it then, Kate would either fold and call it a night or call and give the big winner his payment in the privacy of their bedroom.

Ashley dutifully folded. She crossed her arms over her chest. Goodnight amazing mammaries!

Finally, Kristen folded. I started to pick up the cards.

Kate came back from the bathroom, smelling minty fresh. She was still in just her bra and panties. God bless.

"Who's up?" she asked.

"You," I said.

"Cool, who do I have to kiss?" 

"Actually, your boyfriend raised you."

"Oooo, he did, did he? Naughty little boy," Kate smirked, "OK babe, watcha got for me."

"He made it nudity," Ashley said, stifling a yawn. I looked at the clock. 11 pm. God, but it felt so much later than that. 

Kate, clearly feeling playful, looked back down at her card. She held it up close, then looked over the edge at all of us.

I don't know what she was thinking at that moment. Maybe she wanted to turn the screws a little on Sam. He hadn't been on his best behavior in the game. Especially when it came to his treatment of Kate. 

Maybe she wanted to give us all one last reminder that she was the one getting laid that night. And we weren't. That's a very Kate thing to do.

Heck, maybe she just felt like winning the last handÑhaving something to lord over everyone else for the rest of the vacation. 

I honestly have no idea what Kate was thinking when she looked back up from her card and announced,

"I raise."

Everyone froze. We were all doing pre-sleep rituals: brushing teeth, picking out clothing for the morning, giving our hair one last brushing. We stopped still. Like Medusa had just walking into the room. 

Sam stared up at Kate. He didn't exactly look surprised.

I've been in houses where the parents are getting divorced. Even if they're not fighting you can feel the tension. The whole house just buzzes with angry energy. I felt it at that moment. It made the back of my throat taste like bile.

"How about...a hand job," Katie said finally. She smiled at Sam. This would have been cute if it wasn't so upsetting.

"Call," Sam said.

He didn't even bother to look back at his card. We all turned back to Kate. It was like watching a tennis match. Or a remarkably tension-filled game of Pong.

"Ok, honey, you win," Kate said. 

She did a little curtsey and then turned to leave. I started picking up cards and clearing glasses.

"What do you have?" Sam asked.

"Oh, honey, it doesn't matter, does it?" Kate said, "Come to bed and I'll pay up." 

She winked. The way Kate was acting, I could almost believe Sam was in for a fun night.

"What do you have?" Sam asked again.

He was still sitting on the floor, scrunched up against the wall.

"Fine," Kate said, "I had a 4, OK?"

"No you didn't. Don't do that. Don't pull that pity shit. I called your bet. Let me see your card."

Kate reached down and picked up her card. She showed us the four of hearts.

"See," Kate said, "you won."

Jack held up his Jack and then threw it to the ground. The corner bent a little when it hit. Oh well, time for new cards. Maybe I'd pick up some nice plastic ones on the way home, like they used in casinos or on TV.

"Great," Kate said, "You won, OK? Let's go to bed."

"Hang on," Sam said, "you have to get your punishment."

"Oh honey, jerking you off isn't a..."

"No. You're not jerking me off. You bet a hand job. I want to see a hand job," Sam said. 

We were all drawn back to the circle, like being pulled into the spiral of a whirlpool. 

"OK, honey," Kate said, like talking to a toddler, "Whatever you want. I don't really know the difference between jerking you off and a hand job but... Whatever you want. You win."

Sam stared straight ahead. 

"It's my win. I get to set the rules. Isn't that right, Jason? That's how you set it up, right?"

"Yeah man. That's how we set it up."

Kate looked at Sam, confused. We all did. 

"Nudity," Sam said. Kate cocked an eyebrow.

"You bet nudity and you lost," he said, almost agitated.

"Oh," Kate smiled, "Of course you're right." 

She popped up and started undoing her bra.

Sam, you magnificent bastard! 

The hottest girl in the house was giving us one last look before calling it a night. Was Sam doing this to rub it in my face? To show everyone what, exactly, he was taking to bed every night? No doubt. 

But whatever, man, his gain was my...also gain.

Kate let the black lacy cups of her bra fall away.

"Holy..." Ashley exclaimed under her breath. 

When the woman with the world's most amazing breasts is in awe of your breasts? Dude that's saying something right there.

Kate's tits were legitimately, naturally enormous. Despite their size, they barely sagged at all. Her areola were large, matching the size of her chest. Large brown nipples crinkled forward, showing just the hint of arousal. 

I noticed Emma hugging her arms to her chest, self-conscious. Even Kristen, no slouch in the size department herself, had a look on her face like she was an amateur golfer watching Tiger Woods for the first time.

We were all so transfixed by her boobs, we almost missed checking out the rest. Kate kicked off her lacy black panties. Her lips were nice and full. Her pink nubby peeked out from behind her labia, just begging to be sucked. 

That bald little pussy was as pretty as any I'd ever seen. It was unfair, really. Kate was so beautiful. Did she need to have the world's sweetest looking snatch, as well?

The process of ending the gameÑthe cleaning, the arguingÑhad left my little man feeling a bit down. After this display, he could have been used to knock down the doors of medieval castles he was so stiff. It was like every cock and clit and nipple in the room saw the amazing beauty that was before them and stood at attention in a show of admiration and respect.

Kate did a cute little twirl. Her shoulder length brown hair spun with her, landing slightly askew. She adorably tucked it behind her ear.

"Ready baby?" she asked. 

Holy fuck. We were all ready. Holy fucking fuck.

"Now the rest," Sam said.

Kate looked down at herself, trying to figure out what she had forgotten to take off.

"No no no," Sam said, "the hand job."

"Oh! Right. Sorry baby," Kate said, "but wouldn't you rather we do it in our room instead of in front of all your friends?"

Sam just glared at her.

"OK. Hang on. Let me go get one of your condoms from the bedroom and I'll..."

"Not me," Sam said.

"What?" 

OK, if we weren't already confused enough...

"It's my win. It's my rules. We all agreed."

"Well, of course, honey, but..."

"I don't want you to give me a hand job," Sam said.

"You want me to...I should...you want me to jerk of Jason?" Kate asked. 

Oh shit. 

That might have been the worst thing she could have said. I totally did not want that. I mean, OK, I totally did want that. But I didn't want it in a way that would be so completely humiliating to my best friend. And don't think he missed how suddenly eager she sounded when asking, either. Sam couldn't hold me responsible for something his girlfriend stupidly said, could he?

"No," Sam said, "I want you to give one to yourself."

He stood up and, grabbed one of the half-empty wine bottles lying around the living room. He took a deep swig, like he was in a Disney pirate movie. Then he set the bottle back on the table.

"Honey...you know I don't..."

"They're not my rules. You lost the bet. You have to pay up."

"I don't want to do that," Kate said. She held her ground.

"I didn't want to show everyone my cock. Krissy didn't want to kiss her best friend."

"But that's different. That's...Baby, you know I don't like to do that. It's...well, it's dirty," Katie said, quietly.

"Oh please. Really?" Ashley asked.

"We talked about this," Kate chided her friend.

"Sure. Doesn't mean you get a free pass now."

"I had to kiss my best friend, on the lips," Kristen was close to tears now, "I'm going to hell because of this stupid game. I didn't get to back out. What makes you think you can?"

This was where Kate's beauty kind of backfired on her. Guys would absolutely let her get away with murder, but girlsÑeven really super pretty girlsÑonly resented her for it. If it had been Ashley or Emma or almost any other girl, they'd probably just let it go.

Heck, if Kate had just stayed dressed, the others might have just felt pity, or tired, and called it. But no. Kate had to show off. She had to shake her big perfect titties in everyone's faces. She had to twirl her pert little bottom. She took her 'get out of masturbating free' card and tossed it away.

Ashley walked over and gave Kristen a little squeeze around the shoulders. I should have been touched, but instead I found myself wishing Kristen would reach over and tweak Ashley's little perfect nipple in return.

"If it makes you feel any better," Ashley told Kristen quietly, "I think you only go to hell if you enjoyed it."

"Fuck. I really am going to hell, then," Kristen said. Ashley's jaw dropped.

"Christ, Kate. It's a little stroke session. You're not assassinating the pope. Could you please just rub one out so we can get to sleep?" Emma asked. 

Like I said, she and Kate never really got along.

"Fine," Kate said. She grabbed one of the blankets from the couch and laid it on the floor. 

"Y'know what? Fine. Assholes."

She lay down on the blanket and stared up at the ceiling. We all stood around herÑlike some strange Celtic ceremony or a really fucked up wake. I dimmed the lights. Somehow it felt at least a little less weird that way.

For a while Kate just lay there. Emma was about to say something but I shushed her. Then Kate slowly slid her right hand down, starting at her neck, over the mound of her breast and across her flat stomach, nestling her fingers where her pubic hairs would have been.

Very subtly, she dipped the tip of her finger inside herself, then brought it out. She smeared the liquid around her clit, like spreading a rub on a piece of steak before grilling it. Then she dipped back in again.

After going the well a few times, Kate was clearly getting into a groove. Her legs were now bent open, welcoming. Her hot little hole opened and closed, like it was gasping for air. But it didn't want oxygen. That gorgeous cunt was desperate for cockÑa hungry little mouth searching, begging for something to satisfy her appetite.

Kate made a low groan. She just rubbed her clit now, back and forth, with her right hand. Her left was perched on her breast, rubbing in time with her right, pausing only occasionally to tweak her brown nipple.

The room smelled strongly of pussy and, strangely, cinnamon. Kate squeakedÑ, a gasp that caught in her throat. Her left hand raced down from her titty. She jammed a good two fingers inside her hungry puss. 

Kate pumped her hand in and out. It made loud squelching sounds. She rubbed that little clitty for all it was worth. She started to tense. Her back started to arch. Then she made a frustrated noise and uncoiled.




Dirty Naked Poker



She switched handsÑnow strumming back and forth with her left and pumping with her right. Oh my God the urge to just jump in and give her a hand. 

Holy fuck. 

I was still naked. I hadn't even really thought about it, and now everyone could probably tell time using the shadow my stiff cock made over Kate's writing body. I reached down and gave myself a little squeeze. My whole body contracted with pleasure. A little clear fluid dripped out of my tip and splashed onto Kate's thigh. She hardly noticed. I stopped touching my cock.

Kate made another loud, frustrated groan and then switched hands again. She was doing all four fingers now, just stuffing them in there while her right hand was a blur moving back and forth.

She was panting heavily. All of us were. I felt a little shiver, even though it was perfectly warm.

"Ahhhh," Kate let out a long low whine, somewhere on the edge of pleasure and pain. 

Suddenly, Ashley knelt down beside her rising, writhing friend. She rested her hand on Kate's knee.

"Come on, Katie," Ashley said soothingly, "you can get there."

"Oh God..." Kate moaned.

"It's ok, baby. I'm here. You can get there, I know you can."

"Sssoo good," Kate moaned.

"I know baby. I know. You can get there, Katie bear. I know you can. Don't you want to show me how you cum? Show me how you cum, baby. Show me how good it is. I know you want to baby. I know you want me to see you cum. Come on little Katie bear, you can do it, baby."

Kate kept rubbing. Kept pumping. All we heard was our own breathing and squish, squish, squish.

"Ohhhh," Kate moaned.

"Do you want my help, baby?" Ashley asked, squeezing her friend's knee.

"No, no. I'm OK. I'm OK. I'm...Oh God...Oh...I'm almost there."

"OK, baby," Ashley smiled. Her cute little curls bounced in motion with Kate's body. Her beautiful little tits swayed back and forth. I didn't think her nipples could get any harder. Holy fuck could they get any harder?

Suddenly, Kate froze.

"Oh!"

It was almost the same "oh!" Kristen made the first time she saw my cock. 

Kate streeeetched back, arching her head back toward her bottom. Her legsÑthose amazing long, tan legsÑsnapped closed on her hands like a bear trap.

"Guuuhhhhohhhhohhhh," she howled. Her whole body shook. Then slowly she bent forward again. She rolled onto her side.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," she made little tremors with each exclamation. Then her breathing slowed, Her muscles started to untwine. Then suddenly, *snap* she was back to being clenched tight in the fetal position.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," the aftershocks of her orgasm just leaked out of her.

"Oh, so good. So fucking good. Oh God, so fucking good. So fucking good," she just kept repeating over and over again, lying on the floor. Shuddering. Shaking.

Ashley crawled over, brushed the sweaty hair from Kate's face and kissed her, full and clear right on the lips.

"You did so good, little Katie bear," Ashley said, lovingly.

"Uh huh," Kate agreed.

"So good," Ashley said.

"Holy shit that was hot," Emma said, as if she had forgotten she wasn't alone. 

Emma's fingers were still dipped under the waistband of her little purple panties. The clarity in her eyes told me she hadn't cum. 

On the far side of Kate's prone body, Kristen was positively fidgety. She kept moving her hands around. First they were up, then they clasped each other, then they were crossed across her chest, then back down again. She wasn't saying anything, but she was saying everything.

I don't know what Sam expected to happen, but it certainly wasn't this. His face was bright red, his hands balled in fists. Maybe he thought she'd chicken out. Or she wouldn't be able to get there. Who knows? But he was really, very, dangerously upset. 

This most private, amazing, beautiful thing Kate could doÑshe wouldn't share it with him, but she share with all his friends. He might have been happier hearing she was doing someone behind his back. This was so...public. Right in front of him. He was breathing almost as heavily as his girlfriend.

Kate slowly stood with Ashley's help. Don't think I didn't notice Ashley giving her friend's boob a little squeeze on the way up. Hell, I couldn't blame her.

Weak-kneed, Kate slowly limped back toward the bathroom. She clenched and unclenched the fingers of her right hand.

"Wow," Ashley said.

"That was..." Kristen started, then drifted off.

"That was amazing," I said.

"Crazy," Emma said.

"Wild," Ashley agreed.

Sam said nothing.

I bent down and slowly, reluctantly, started to roll up Kate's blanket. Little beads of girl cum were still drying on the fabric. I wanted to sniff them all up. Maybe roll around in her essence for a while. Use the blanket to jerk off. Hell, maybe I'd marry the thing it was so fucking hot. Fortunately cooler heads prevailed.

"What are you doing?" Kate asked, standing in the corridor. 

We all looked up. She was still completely naked, still flexing her right hand. She had a q-tip in her left, cleaning out her ears, which was actually kind of bizarre.

"What?" Kristen asked, almost afraid.

"I didn't just do...that for everyone to just quit," Kate said, "It's like...what did you say before, Sammy? Etiquette. That's what it is."

She sauntered over to the circle and plopped her cute little bottom back down. Everyone slowly migrated back to the circle.

We really are monkeys, y'know? We made an assault on Kate's primacy and she beat us all back. No one was going to disagree with our new pack leader now. 

We all sat down. I shuffled the cards. Kate clapped her hands together and giggled. Her perfect boobies jiggled along with herÑshe may as well have just stuck them in our faces.

"So whose deal is it?" Kate asked.

"Yours, actually," I said.

"Oh goody!" Kate declared and took the cards. She gave them a lazy little shuffle and then distributed the deck.

I looked down at a measly three. Different deal, same shit. I folded, then got up to mix more drinks. Clearly I was doing it wrongÑeveryone should have been completely passed our or stone cold sober by now. At least Emma was out of weed.

Emma bet her bra. Sam folded, as did Ashley. Kristen just smooth called the bra. I came back with everyone's drinks and handed them out.

"Ooo, little strong there, big bro," Emma said.

"Naked bartender, naked alcohol," I said.

"Ok, then," Emma said. She put her glass down like it was radioactive.

"Me?" Kate asked, looking up from her card.

"Yup," Emma answered, impatiently.

"What was the bet?" Kate asked.

"I bet bra. Kristen called. Everyone else folded," Emma said.

"I see," Kate smiled from behind her card. Uh oh.

"Well then," Kate said, "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Kristen asked, actually concerned.

"No that's my bet," Kate said, "I'm calling your little undies bet and raising you a fuck."

"That's...that's ridiculous," Kristen stammered, "girls can't fuck."

"You better bet they can," Ashley replied. 

Kristen made a face like she'd been eating chocolate, only to be told she was actually chewing on a turd. Horrified, disgusted, frightenedÑall at once.

"So, if we call...and we win..." Emma sounded it out.

"Then I'll fuck you. Or I'll fuck whoever you choose. Whatever. And if you lose..."

"No, I get it," Emma said, "My card isn't that good. I fold."

"What a shame," Kate said, "Kristen?"

If Sam was surprised by this turn of events, he didn't show it. I guess you can't break a mule's back twice. Once he was gone, he was gone gone.

"No thanks," Kristen said. I took the deck from Kate and started to shuffle.

"Nuh uh uh," Kate waggled her finger. 

She pointed at Emma's chest and made a little twirl with her hand.

"Oh right," Emma said, "Sorry."

She stood and reached back to undo her little white bra. 

As I said before, Ashley's tits were perfect. Nobody was beating Ashley's tits. Nobody. But holy fuck did my little Emmy's breasties come close. 

They were about the size of a large, ripe peach and just as pink and fresh and juicy looking. Her little pink nips sat near the top of each, like little cherries on top of perfect little peachy sundaes. Her nipples were hard as all fuck, of courseÑso long and bright and stiff she could have rented them out as safety equipment for nighttime highway construction crews.

"Nice," Ashley said, smiling. 

Emma pinched one hard nipple and winked, then sat down. Even Kate looked impressed.

That was my sister! My little sister. My baby little sis. I could not would not should not even be looking at her amazing, gravity defying, boob-osity. But there it was and there I satÑdumbfounded.

If Em's boobs had shocked the room like my cock had before, then poor Kristen's chest got the Sam treatment, which wasn't really fair. She had a superior rackÑsecond biggest in the roomÑfull and beautiful with nice pink nipples that were clearly happy to meet everyone. A lot of rooms, those are the best breasts they've ever seen. This group? They hardly merited a mention. 

But the sexiest thingÑhonestly truly maybe one of the sexiest things I'd seen all nightÑwasn't when Kristen exposed her boobs, but rather when she covered them again. As she sat back down, clearly feeling a little ashamed, her impossibly long curtains of hair streamed down her back, over her shoulders, and across her chest, making her beautiful big boobies nearly disappear behind a cascade of golden goodness. 

Mermaid hair.

Her hair was so long it completely covered her chest, save for just the smallest hint of underboob. Like a mermaid in a painting. I'm not sure I'm giving this the justice it deserves. You have to trust me, it was amazing. Really super sexy. I just wanted to push back that hair, reach my hands up and...

"Jason?"

Emma snapped me out of my stupor.

"You ok, big bro?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine."

"Or should I say extra super big long and hard big bro?" Emma asked, looking coyly at my cock.

"No no," I said, a little embarrassed.

"OK then. Well it's your deal, thick, beautiful, probably tasty big bro."

"She's going to keep doing that isn't she," I said.

"That's what you have to be hoping for," Ashley said. She winked.

"Ha ha," I said. I dealt the cards.

The next hand, Sam was in but everyone dropped out. The hand after, Kate cried "fuck" again and everyone folded. She'd found a cute little trick, that one, and it was working as well as anything we'd seen so far. It was an all-in above all other all-insÑno one was going to call and Kate knew it.

But, curiously, whenever Sam was in, Kate chose not to make her winning move. Was she really worried that she might have to fuck the same guy she fucked every other weekend? Or was she concerned that Sam might have another cruel punishment for her if she lost?

Despite that one blind spot, Kate was able to strip her opponents down to nothing. Ashely's thong went first, revealing...well, not much that we hadn't already seen. That thong was really revealing. I was totally entranced by Ashley's pretty blonde pubes, though. I could see why she wouldn't shave them. 

Kristen and Emma went only a few hands further. 

First Kristen pulled out a pretty little peach of a pussyÑher parts all nicely tucked in under a surprisingly thick shock of blonde pubes.

"Geez girl, shave ever?" Ashley asked.

"Shut up. You're not exactly baby smooth, either," Kristen snapped. Go girl! Stand up for yourself!

"I'm not rebuilding the Amazonian rainforest between my legs," Ashley retorted. 

"Just let it go, would you?" Emma broke it up. Her own reveal was soon to follow.

Again, we had pretty much seen it all through her panties. Emma had a really nice snatch. Her pubes were trimmed down to almost a minimumÑprobably for all her sports stuff (my baby sis wasn't fucking. Was she?). Her labia were pretty and plump with a bit of an oversized clit (it must run in the family) that hung down lazily between her little lippies. It was also juicy as all hellÑbig droplets of thick, clear fluid soaked her pubes, ran down her legs and dripped onto the floor. Her legs were practically shiny with it. 

Poor girl, her panties hadn't been covering her up, so much as stanching her flow. Now she was just dripping everywhere. She did her best to cover it with her hands, but holy fuck that wasn't helping anything except my erection.

Sam, till now just sitting under a dark, angry cloud, seemed transfixed by how greased up Emma's little pussy had gotten. 

"Are you always this way?" I asked, concerned.

"I've always been a little bit...I dunno, lubricated, I guess?" Emma confessed, her hands still collecting the liquid from her puss. 

"Easy to start, hard to stop, lots in between," Emma said, "but like this? No. Never."

"OK," I said, "Well let me know if there's anything I can do, alright."

"Sure, just take that wonderful cock of yours, plug me up and pound me till I'm filled with thick, sticky big brother cum. Sound good?"

"Emmy you know I can't..."

Holy shit. She was joking, right? She had to have been joking.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Ashley asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly.

"Well then shut up and let's play," Ashley said. Very well then. My little lamp was jealous of the other appliancesÑapparently the faucet, in particular.

*

When the round was done, everyone was stark naked. Even Sam lost his boxers on an ill-advised bet against Ashley. Unlike everyone else who tossed our ill-gotten clothes off to the side, Ashley carried Sam's boxers as a kind of a trophy. She went around sniffing them in front of anyone who was willing to watch. 

It wasn't sweet revenge, I was sure. Maybe stinky revenge? It hardly mattered Sam was so torn between horrible embarrassment and incredible arousal he was almost literally spinning around the room.

The last round, despite being such a loss for all involved, was actually a good cleanser from some of the darker stuff we'd been doing to each other. We were all naked, after all. All pretty much in the same place. It was hard to be too worked up about anything.

I mixed more drinks. People stood around and stretched and surreptitiously checked each other out.

"Wow, Sam has a really nice ass," Emma whispered to me behind the kitchen counter. 

"You should tell him that," I said, "he could use the boost right about now."

Emma thought about it.

"Nah. I don't want him getting any wrong ideas."

I looked at her, suspiciously. What exactly was a wrong idea at this party? Was that even a possible thing at this point?

"You seriously don't know how two girls would fuck?" Ashley asked Kristen. Ashley seemed to have invented a new game that she and she alone could play called "make the na•ve super-Christian girl blush." Ashley was a champion at it.

"No," Kristen protested, "they don't have the right...parts."

"Oh my god," Ashley laughed, despite herself, "Look, after this is over, come back with me to my place and I'll show you some pictures, OK?"

"I don't know if that would be such a good idea," Kristen said.

"Atta girl," Ashley said, "now you're learning."

"But I still don't..."

"You don't really have a boyfriend, do you?" Ashley asked, eyeing her, "You just said that because you don't want to look like a loser, right?"

"Of course I have a boyfriend," Kristen said, "I met him at church. He's so so sweet and super handsome..."

"He must have the bluest balls on the planet," Ashley said.

"Nope," I interjected, "that'd be me."

"Oh, don't worry," Ashley said, rubbing my bare shoulder, "we're all gonna take care of that soon enough."

She walked off to go sit down by the fireplace. I froze in place. Stunned. What did she mean by 'take care of that.' Wait. What did she mean by 'all?' 

Holy fucking shit.

"Hey bro, quit standing there and get back to the game!" Emma called out to me, "standing there in the middle of the room, you look like a big dumb lamp!"

Well there ya go.

"Super big 'on' switch, though," Ashley called out.

"Yeah, couldn't miss it!" Kate chimed in.

*

Next round. Rules stayed the same. Nothing changed. Everything changed.

It was one of those unintended consequences things. 

Before now, the game was all about clothing. Emma still had her bra. Ashley still had panties. You couldn't see Kristen's boobs or Sam's cock. Why was Ashley less naked than I was? If I had to show everyone my bush, then Emma sure as hell was taking her titties out. 

My little ratings game played right into that. I could spend all day thinking about what I'd seen so far and what I might see later. But now I had my final standings: Best Hair, Kristen. Best Eyes, Em. Best mouth, Kate. Best boobs, Ashley. Best hands, Ashley. Best pussy, Em. Best ass, Sam (not my opinion per se, but whatever) Best legs, Kristen. Best feet, Em. Best body, Kate. 

Kate was like the movie that loses every Oscar but wins Best Picture. Sometimes, A- material comes together in a way that makes A+ movie. Are you really gonna argue against that?

But now that everyone was ranked, there really wasn't much for me to obsess over. We were all naked. Sitting around playing cards. It was probably at least midnight. Maybe a little later. 

None of us saw it coming.

*

The first deal, everyone seemed super tentative. Our baseline bet was gone. If your card was a little interesting, you couldn't just throw out a piece of clothing. No one had any more clothing to bet.

Four hands in, nothing was happening. Maybe this was it? Maybe this was how the evening ended. Not with a bang, but a whimper. Then Kristen dealt, and for the first timeÑhallelujah, heaven be praisedÑI had a hand. Queen of hearts. Nothing amazing, but after a steady diet of gruel, oatmeal tastes fucking fantastic.

Kate, bless her, made a baseline little kiss bet. I had no idea what that meant about her hand. I guessed it was a card that was too good fold, but not so good to take a risk on. I put her on a jack, which would mean I had her beat. 

I was so cold decked, so blue balled, the thought of just a kiss was almost worse than nothing at all. But I had the leading card, right? So why play for a little relief? Plus who knows who might jump in, I could be getting some from every girl in the room.

I reraised to a hand job. Worst is, I'm fingering someone. I could totally, definitely live with that. 

Emma and Sam both folded. Ashley seemed to consider, but then let it go. Kristen folded as well, and I started to think I'd over bet my only chance of the night.

We were playing a real game here. There were real stakes. Friendships, relationships, hell familiesÑit was all in there right now. It wasn't something we planned on doing, but here we were. And though we knew it would probably end us, we couldn't stop pushing further.

Kate looked at her card, then looked at me. I knew I was getting eyed and I did my best to look elsewhere. You know what they say, if you feel nervous, just pretend everyone around you is naked. 

I really needed that hand job. My balls felt so bad; every time they bounced against each other I worried they would spark the whole house ablaze. Kate might not even have to touch meÑshe'd call my bet and I'd cum all over the carpet.

"OK, bestie," Kate said, using her little pet name for me, "I'll call."

I didn't cum.

I just turned over my queen. She showed a jack. Wow. I'd actually guessed right. That was awesome! 

Oh my god!

I was gonna get a hand job from my high school crush girl! That was so so so much awesomer!

"Why don't you sit up on a chair so all of us can see," Ashley suggested. Dirty little lamp.

The hard wood of the chair was a little chilly, but my cock wasn't flagging nowÑnot for an ice queen, let alone a little chill. 

Oh god oh god oh god oh god. I felt like a little boy going on his first ride at Disney World. Only it was a hand job from my high school crush, so it was like...best ride ever?




Dirty Naked Poker



"I'll go get a condom, hon," Sam said reluctantly, "I know Jason didn't bring any."

That was...oddly gracious. Hey hon, while you jack off another dude, I'm just gonna make coffee. You both want cream and sugar?

And then, on an evening of exceptionally weird events, Kate whipped out the weirdest.

"It's ok, hun," Kate replied as she knelt down to get a good angle on my cock, "I don't need one. It's just a handy."

Sam looked ready to just fall over. He was lost somewhere between absolute shock and incredible nausea. His face was a little green. His cock bobbed about, like it was directing the Philharmonic.

I went from excited to over the moon. A 'handy' from my high school bestie. No condom needed. This ride was looking even better. Hello Space Mountain!

"OK," Kate said, "lets set the timer."

"Wait, what?" I suddenly sat up, shocked.

"I'm not gonna just kneel here and work you over until you go," Kate said.

"But you..."

"If we do it that way every time this game will go till morning."

I wanted to point out that it probably already had, but I was so set back I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

"Minute should be good," Kate said, "just give him the feel of it."

She smirked, wickedly. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying my misery or actually thought she was being sexy. 

Emma set the timer on her phone. I watched her press start, then completely lost track. Kate grabbed my member in her able hands.

I was so close, I thought, I doubted I'd last a minute, anyway. Kate's long fingers and cute pink fingernails looked so sexy wrapped around my cock Her skin wasn't that pale, but it still looked stark in comparison to my engorged, purple penis.

She had a nice, tight gripÑno tentative handles hereÑand the heat as her hand embraced my staff almost made me slide right off the chair. I looked into her eyes as she slowly worked the loose skin of my shaft up and over my engorged head. Those big blue beautiful eyes. The ones I'd stared into for so long with a want she never seemed to recognize, let alone understand. 

She started long and slow. Like she was warming up my engine. Gradually gaining speed. Her beautiful, bountiful breasts bounced with every stroke. Oh, sweet lord let me cum right onto those amazing mounds, I prayed. As she worked me, her head moved closer and closer to my cock. Her mouth hung right over him. Her little pink tongue curled out in concentration. My penis prickled in the warmth of her breath. Oh, sweet lord, forget my last request and just let her slide me into that amazing mouth! 

Then it all went wrong. Her grip, so pleasingly tight at first, was too tight. It wasn't so much a 'handy' as it was a 'strangly.' Her rhythm was off, too, in a weird way that I wouldn't have thought possible. Somehow it stopped my member from signaling my balls to bring forth the troops. 

Poor Kate. She really was trying. She was used to grabbing a cock through a condom, which was very different. She was used to the guy finishing himself off. Now she was kind of at a loss for how to make that happen.

Emma's phone alarm went off ("Frankie Says Relax" if you can believe it. Fucking shit, even Apple was against me). Kate stopped stroking. I felt more like I'd been through an industrial accident than the happiest place on earth.

My cock was mangled and my balls just ached. They had gone from blue to purple to some sickly orange. My hard on now stretched ever more painfully outward. Girls joke about a guy being so hard he must be lightheaded. I no longer considered that a joke. I felt like I needed to eat a sugar cookie and drink a glass of OJ before I could continue the game.

I sat back on the floor with a groan.

"If it helps, that was really fucking hot," Emma told me.

"I'm glad," I said.

"Nice, right?" Sam smiled at me. I gave him a weak, little thumbs up. I was gonna be outside, dry humping the mast before the day was done.

The next hand was back to its old tricks with a stupid little 6. 

Emma bet a kiss. Ashley re-raised to a hand job. 

We had a whole new game on our hands.

*

We didn't bother to break when the deal came back around. Stuff had gotten way too interesting to stop now. Meet the new game. Not exactly the same as the old game. It was the 'naked, fondling, stroking but no cumming, poker-esque experience.'

First hand in the next round ended with Emma betting, and winning a breast touch from Ashley. I think Em was hoping to get her hands on Ash's Amazing MammariesTM (Patent pending. All rights reserved), but really, this could hardly be called a disappointment. 

Ashley slid over and sat behind my sister. She lowered her pretty little hands and started kneading Emma's perfect little peaks. Ashley started gradually, then moved to a full on squeeze and roll with plenty of nipple stim mixed in. I could not not look.

"You've got a little drool on you," Ashley chastised me. I did my best to pretend I was ashamed.

"Oh God," Emma moaned, "how'd you get so good at this?"

"I've had a little practice," Ashley said, smiling.

"You can go ahead and deal," Ashley told Sam, "this might be a while and I don't want to hold things up."

I couldn't help but notice no one was using a timer this time. Fuckity fuckity fuck.

While Emma's peaches ripened under Ashley's ministrations, Kate won herself a back massage from Kristen. Not the dirtiest of requests, but you would hardly notice from the way Kate moaned and groaned. 

Kristen was studying to be an athletic trainer. It showed.

Emma's breast rub over, Ashley won the next hand and, lo and behold, Sam finally won a hand job of his own. I was pleased to see the timer was implemented once again. It turned out to be barely necessary.

Ashley gave Sam more of a hand tease than a hand job. A lot of tracing and stroking and fondling, that probably felt amazing but didn't really get him anywhere. After Frankie said "Relax," Sam was solidly worked up, but nothing more. 

I was happy for my friend. He wanted some action and he had gotten some. And, honestly, I have to admit it was hot watching Ashley administer her hand worship to Sam's stem. 

Hopefully it helped him feel a little better about how things were going. Lord knows all this teasing wasn't helping me. 

*

I was done. That was it. My friendÑin a long-term relationship and now on an epic losing streakÑstill got to fool around with more women than me. Hell, even the born again Christian girl had tongued more women than I had that evening.

It just wasn't my night. Whatever. I'd played enough poker to know when I was running bad. I'd lost enough poker to know I needed to quit when the cards were like this. Resigned, I looked down at my card. 

An Ace.

Ace! It looked so pretty, I almost wept. 

Praise the sweet spaghetti monster, I was back in business!

It was Kate's deal, which meant I was first to act. It also meant I had no idea what anyone else was holding. If I bet too big, I'd scare everyone else away and end up with nothing. If I bet too small, I might end up missing out on something really fun. 

Did I want to just yell, "make me cum!" and pray for someone to call? You betcha. But at this point a little bit of something was so much better than a whole lot of nothing.

So, I went low risk and bet a boob touch, but it folded around anyway. Geez, was even that too much to ask? Then it got to Kristen and, miracle of miracles, she called. 

I'm not sure what she was up to. Maybe this was her low-risk bet. Some harmless fondling with her best friend's bro probably felt like going all the way in the safest way possible. Maybe it was late and she was a little drunk. Maybe she thought Kate was certain to raise. To be honest, I'm not sure what she was thinking. 

Kate folded.

I showed my Ace. 

Kristen didn't even bother to show her card. She just sighed and started to pull her hair back so I could have better access to her chest.

"No no no," I said, stopping her. She let her hair fall back again. She seemed confused.

I scooched over so I was sitting in front of herÑboth of us were cross-legged. I looked her right in the eyesÑtwo big oceans of deep dark stormy blue. I watched as she tried to search me. Confused? A little scared? Without really thinking about it, a made a little shushing sound as I raised up my hands.

"Timer?" someone asked. There was a hiss of dismissal from someone else.

I slid my fingers up and through Kristen's beautiful blonde cascades, letting the cool smooth strands just rush past my palms and around my wrists. Lightly, I brushed each bit of underboob, my hands still drowning in hair.

"Oo!" Kristen squeaked as I made contact. I guess my hands were a little cold. I caught her eyes again with mine. She did her best to settle her breathing back.

I traced the warm undersides of each breast, then slowly ran my fingers up the sides of her enormous tits, around to the tops then back again, making little teasing, spiraling circles around her pale, freckled mounds. I left her nipples untouched and wanting.

Kristen's eyes searched mine. More scared and excited now. I realized that most of the room couldn't see what I was doing. My hands were buried beneath Kristen's long blonde locks. It felt intimate. Close. We were sharing something forbidden between just the two of us.

As I spiraled around, I felt Kristen's back arch just a littleÑtrying to press her pink nubbins up into my palms. Her eyes went tight, urgent with need.

Very gradually I let my fingertips find the softer skin of her areola. I brushed over her taut little nips. 

Kristen gasped like she had been dunked in ice waterÑsurprise, fear, and a bucket-full of adrenaline. She broke eye contact, tilted her head back, pushed her breasts forward into my hands. 

I gave each nipple a little rub and pinch. Just lightly. Then I went back to tracing my circles. Slowly I wrapped my hands around each amazing globe, holding them in the palms of my hands. 

Her breasts were warmÑan enchanting mix of soft and tight. I felt her little nippies scrape my palms. Begging for attention. I caressed around each full tit and gave a nice firm, squeeze. They were so big, they spilled out the sides of my handsÑI couldn't hold them all.

Slowly I set about massaging her extraordinary orbsÑbig full rubs of each one, every now and again shifting position so that my thumbs brushed over her stiff pink nipples.

Kristen's eyes were back on mine again. We both sort of just drifted into each other. She looked calm, content, at peace. In wonder. A little smile danced across her lips, and I couldn't help but do the same. She leaned forward a little, not with her chest but with her mouth. 

Her cute pink lips just slid toward mine. I tilted my head to meet her.

"OK guys, I think that's enough," Kate declared.

"Yeah, guys, geez," Emma said, nervously. I noticed her hand cupped around her cute little mound.

I slowly pulled away, letting Kristen's hair drift back over me again. Her chest was flushed pink from the tops of her tits to all the way up her neck to the tops of her cheeks. She was panting like we'd been running, not rubbing.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Time for a break?" Kate asked.

"Sure," I said, still a little lost, "Sure."

*

The break may have helped me and Kristen cool down a little (and maybe Emma, too. I tried not to notice but my baby sis was clearly a little worked up), but it did nothing to chill my cards. My luck was coming back around, baby! 

So of course, at that moment, Kate announced,

"Last round guys!"

There were a few groans but, honestly, it was hard to argue. The clock said 2am. We still had tomorrow to play again. Also, we'd drunk so much that night already; I was starting to worry about alcohol poisoning.

After some (honestly not that serious) cajoling, everyone agreed. We settled down for one last round of "sexy, naked, softcore, betting game." 

Since it was the last round, I resolved to not let things get too outta hand. Sam and Kate were probably done, but that wasn't changing no matter what happened now. The rest of us could all still go to bed feeling fairly good about ourselves. Plenty of time to light everything on fire tomorrow.

Oh boy.

First deal, Sam tossed out a hand job. Emma called. The thought of seeing my sister stroke Sam's cock made me upset. I threw my body (kinda literally, actually) in front of it and forced everyone to fold. 

I knowÑit was a dick move. I had relegated touching my sister to absolute no-no territory, but that didn't give me permission to stop other dudes from doing it. But just picturing her grasping his thin, pale penis made me feel all tingly and weird. I could only imagine how I'd feel if I actually had to watch it go down. Plus, after a whole evening of getting cock-blocked by a bunch of playing cards, I guess I just felt like being a dick.

Absolute pornographic power corrupts absolutely, apparently.

In the meantime, I had started to compile a new "best of" listÑprobably something I'd only be able to complete the following evening. This one was a little more interesting than best body parts. We had best hand job (Ashley), best boob rub (me!), best oral (to be determined). It was fun to fantasize about who might win each category, what techniques they might useÑin that way it was almost just like deducting who had what hand.

For instance, I was sure that Ashley probably sucked cock in a perfectly, perfunctory way, that Kristen would be a disaster of awkwardness and teeth, but that Em would probably be the perfect combination of enthusiasm and skill. 

Not that I was imagining a blow job from my sister. Never.

Next hand I had a queen. With this being the last round and all, I decided it was time to take one more big risk. I would be one of the last to act, too, giving me a bit of an advantage. I could pick my spot. 

Sam, Ashley, Kristen and Kate were all in for a hand job and I could see Sam's mouth was watering with the possibilities. Everyone was in the hand so far. In poker, they call that a family pot. That...was not a term I felt like using during our little evening's sexcapade.

It looked like we were on our way to our first, full on orgy time. It also made one hell of an opportunity for me. I took the appropriate dramatic pause and announced,

"Dry hump."

"Whoah! Big bet, big bro!" Emma exclaimed. 

"Nice," Ashley smiled and nodded.

"No thanks," Sam said and dumped his card.

"I'll see that," Ashley said. She wasn't kiddingÑone way or another, she was gonna be seeing it. Doing it, too if I was lucky.

"What's a dry hump?" Kristen asked. 

Kate groaned in disbelief. I thought Kristen's naivetŽ was kind of arousing, actually, but I could see how it might get old. Especially if you thought Kristen was full of shit, which Kate clearly did.

Ashley, Kristen's guide to all things erotic, leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Oh!" Kristen exclaimed, "I'm cool with that."

I think we were all knocked back a bit by that response. Then Kristen looked back down at her card and twisted her lips in thought.

"Maybe next time," she declared, and folded.

"Yeah. No," Kate said and dropped her card. 

Kate was in a weird spotÑperfectly happy to put people in uncomfortable places, but no longer interested in serving herself. Out of all of us, she was the only one who had cum and that made her even harder to read. 

Was she done for the night? Was she waiting to make a play on Ashley or maybe twist the knife on Emma? Was she looking for one last roll around with Sam? Was Sam even her boyfriend at this point? I couldn't figure it out. And I had better things to think about at the moment.

I turned over my queen.

"Well," I smiled, "I guess that means I'm on top?"

"Sorry buddy boy," Ashley said, showing a king, "not today."

Wow. Ashley really did want to see that. And do it, as well. Good for her. Even better for me!

*

We got Kate's cum blanket (that's how I would think of it forever more) and unrolled it back out in the middle of the floor. When Emma got up to make room for the blanket, we noticed she'd left a huge, wet dark spot where she had been sitting.

"Geez girl, if you've gotta piss then go. Don't just do it all over the carpet," Kate said.

Emma blushed bright pink from head to toe.

"She can't help it," Kristen said, defensive.

"Don't worry," Ashley said, "I think it's sexy as hell."

Emma blushed even pinker than I thought possible. She was Care Bear pink now.

"And so does Sam," Ashley smiled, pointing out Sam's pole. He tuned more of a cherry color.

Emma looked over at Sam and then at me and made sort of a sad face. She said something, but I didn't hear her.

Once the blanket was out I lay down on my back, my cock conspicuously not cooperating with the need to lie flat. Kate noticed and gave me a little wink. Little Jason liked that a whole heck of a lot and winked backÑmaking a little bow as well.

Ashley stood over my knees, legs spread apart, like she was setting up for a gymnastics routine. Only, like, it was going to be the bestest gymnastics routine ever.

"OK, here's the deal," Ashley said, almost glaring at me, "this is my win so we do it my way. You lie there and you do not move."

I just nodded.

"No touching, no tasting, no thrusting, not any of it. Understood?"

"Got it."

"And get your arms up and out of the way," Ashley commanded. I raised my arms up parallel with my shoulders, like forming a giant T. Or preparing for a crucifixion. 

"Wow bro, you've been getting a lot of good stuff," Sam said, standing over me. I heard what he was really saying: You're getting a lot of good stuff and I'm not. But whatever. He had his run of luck and now it was my turn. What was I supposed to do, feel bad about it?

Ashley slowly bent her thin, pink legs and lowered herself down. Without touching me, she sort of tipped forward then, supporting herself with her hands, flat on the floor. Like she was going to do a push up. The best pushup e...

Oh. I already did that joke. Sorry.

Ashley's pretty pale blue eyes gave me a once over, conspicuously skipping my own hazel orbs. Then very carefully, she lowered herself down till her body rested on mine. Her crotch landed right above my cock, so that her mound was pressed into my pubis and nowhere near my desperate, desperate dick. 

She was plenty short though, and it meant her amazing, fabulous, wondrous breasts were crushed ever so nicely into my chest. It was indescribableÑher warm body resting on to mine. I felt it rise and fall with her breath. My arms begged to reach down, wrap around her warmth, press her flesh to mine, stretch out and squeeze her little buns. I ignored them. 

Ashley just stayed there for a moment. Paused. For someone who had seemed so in control a moment ago, she seemed at a bit of a loss for what to do next.

I heard someone say something about starting a timer. I was so swallowed up in Ashley's body I didn't hear anything else.

Ashley pushed herself up a little bit with her arms and started dragging her body across mine. Up and back. Up and back. Head staring down at my chest. I found myself staring down at an explosion of little blonde curls. 

As Ashley moved, she did everything she could to keep away from my cock, but otherwise she did a full runÑgliding her sharp, needy nipples up my stomach and over my chest, tickling them through my coarse chest hair. She dragged her hot puss over the same spots, grinding her little clitty down as much as she could then up and over my chin, just skimming her wet, salty lips over mine. Her whole body grew more taut with every trip.

On the third go round, she slipped back a little further than before and I felt my shaft kind of bounce off the heat and hair of her opening. My member shifted from the contact, like it was trying to become prehensile and jam itself into her snatch. Instead it just bobbed there, stuck in place.




Dirty Naked Poker



The next time down, her nipples pressing into me even harder, her bush rubbing ever deeper into my ribs, Ashley let the underside of my cock sort of get stuck between us. Then she draaaaggged her hot little cunt over it my member from root to head before going back upward.

"Holy shit, Ashley," I said as she ground into my member. She just giggled a little in response. 

"Last one," she whispered to me as she passed. This time, as her chest crossed my face, she dangled her nipple at my mouth. She told me to give each a little kiss.

Holy fuck her tits were so perfect. I put my mouth over the nipple she offered, but rather than give it a kiss I kind of gummed it, giving it a wet little pinch with my mouth.

"Ah!" she gasped. I couldn't tell from surprise or pain or pleasure or what. 

But she didn't even pause before giving me the right nip and letting me give it the same little love bite.

Then she straightened and I assumed that was the end of it. Neat. Kinda fun. Would def do that again.

Slowly, Ashley rolled her hips back, leaving a little trail of girl slime down my chest and stomach right into my pubes. She bent upward, like she was getting ready to ride me cowgirl, but, of course, she hadn't slipped onto my saddle.

Was she done? This didn't exactly seem like she was done.

Then very subtly, very gradually, in a way that was probably hard to see, Ashley started pressing her puss down onto my pubic boneÑback and forth. Grinding that little clitty. Her tight little ass pressed my cock down at the root, as well. He wasn't getting much stimulation from all that rubbing, but frankly, he didn't need much.

With each frantic rub, Ashley slid herself slightly backward. She started off really rubbing herself on the tip of where my pubis met my stomach. Then she worked her way back rubbing the hairs themselves. Then the pointy tip of my pubic bone. Then the base of my cock. Then up and down the shaft. Then running the entire length of my swollen memberÑhead to base. Back and forth. Ashley was rubbing her pretty pussy up and down my penis! Ashley was grinding her cunt on my hardness! Ashley was getting off on my cock! Alert! Alert! This is not a drill!

"Ohhhhhh, Ash," I moaned, "so good."

"Oh...oh yeah," she said. She had fallen back toward me now, her hands clasping my face, her perfect perfect titties scraping up and down my chest. She was really rubbing herself hard on me now. Just totally lost in getting off. Humming and grunting with every stroke. Each time, she slid back down, her hungry little hole tried its damndest to suck the head of my cock into its warm, wet tightness, but Ashley forced it back. Her thick pink nether lips embraced my shaft, holding on for dear life. I felt her wetness run down my cock, over my balls, right off my asshole.

I had seen this before. Had watched Ashley get herself off the previous night. Maybe she made a little more noise. Maybe her body moved a little bit more. But this was almost the same act. Rubbing, shaking, shivering, desperately working and focused on getting off without a sound or movement spared toward anything else. If breathing didn't get her to her climax, she'd stop breathing.

All this pressing and pushing had me so on edge. I could feel that her cum would be bathed in mine. Inside and out. The only reason I hadn't already gone was the mix of pain that came with the pleasure of her rubbing. The male organ just wasn't meant to be...squeezed out like it was tube of salty, white, baby-batter toothpaste. She was amazing, it felt incredible, but Ashley's movements were almost calculated to hold me back, to keep me contained until she could reach the finish line. After that, she would happily accept whatever came after.

She was getting close. Her movements more irregular. She went a little slower. A little faster. A little stutter halfway through. Finding the rhythm. Sliding back even further now. Pressing her clit against the head of my cock and drrrraaagging it all the way up. Where before her vulva had been content to just plant little kisses on my cock, now it seemed to be striving to suck me in. And Ashley seemed ready to give her aching puss exactly what it wanted. 

Oh god.

She was backing up so slowly. Using her thin little legs to hold my cock in place. She was finally looking me in the eye, a queer little happy grin on her face. Oh god. She was sliding back. The head of my cock was touching her opening. Sliding forward. Did she not realize what she was doing? Was it by accident? How could she not feel my cock inching it's way inside of her. Oh god. It was on purpose. It had to be on purpose. Ashley was gonna fuck me. She was gonna thrust herself onto my cock, Bounce her perfect little tittties up and down. Cover each other with our cum.

Oh god.

Oh god.

I was almost in.

"Time!" Emma called. 

Ashley and I both froze in place.

"Time, guys. That's time," Kristen said. 

Kate put her hand on Ashley's shoulder and gently pulled her off me.

"Uuuuugggh," Ashley groaned as we separated, "You couldn't have waited like, five more seconds?"

"Sorry, girl, that was time," Emma told her.

"I was so close..." Ashley whined.

"I know, baby, it's ok," Kate said.

I just lay on the blanket like the corpse on an episode of Law and Order. Motionless and forgotten.

Finally, Sam reached his hand down to help me up.

"You ok, dude?"

I grasped his hand and let him pull me to my feet.

"I dunno," I said, honestly.

"That looked intense," he said.

"You have no idea."

"Well hopefully, soon, I will," he smiled, watching Ashley's tight little ass as it bobbled past us. 

In that moment, somehow, I felt like we were back to being buds. That it didn't matter who went through what, we would stand by each other.

I felt very warm and safe in that moment.

"Damn right you will," I said.

*

Ashley was still fidgety as we started the next hand. She kept subtly rubbing her center up and back on the floor, almost like a dog on the shag carpet. Then someone would see her and she'd stop. Whey looked away she'd start again. 

I kept hearing her mutter something every few minutes. It sounded like, 

"Ssssoooooo clooose."

Sam passed the cards around and then leaned back, looking particularly pleased with what he held. Ashley took one look at her card, cursed, and threw it into the middle of the circle. She leaned back, crossed her arms over her breasts and stewed.

Now Kristen went and, being Kristen, she bet something she probably thought was extra super raunchy, but in light of everything else seemed pretty tame: she bet that she'd rub her boobs up and down someone's chest. 

I guess maybe my little dry hump had given her some ideas. If she won, maybe her pussy would figure out some things, as well, and she'd really have a good time.

It hardly mattered. Krissy had nice boobs and it was a nice offer, but I could tell just by looking at Sam he was hoping for more. Kate seemed to have figured out she was in titty competition with Kristen (she knew better than to take on the big guns, aka Ashley). She called Kristen's bet. She made her breasts do a little hop as she said it, too. 

How do ya like those melons?

I looked at my cards. A nine. A few rounds ago I'd be dancing around the room if I hit a nine. Now I was just gonna toss it away and wait for a better card. As I reached to fold, I took one last look at Sam. Y'know what? He was my friend. He would do me a solid. I'd do him a solid.

I raised.

"Hand job," I said. Sam's grin split his face. Without even missing a beat he re-raised.

"Oral," he said. Good man! Now things were getting interesting. 

Ashley sank further back, positively boiling now. Girls don't have balls to get blue, but man, she really wasn't taking this well. Maybe her ovaries were aching.

Kristen, bless her heart, made a big show of considering. She had seemed a little sweet on Sam all nightÑmaybe it was her need to fight for the underdog, maybe it was her way of staying in competition with Kate, I dunno. Maybe she just liked the guy. 

Who knows? But she really seemed to think about giving him a solid shot if he won. I think it was the thought of what would happen if she lost that eventually scared her away.

It's one of those weird things I've noticed over the years. Girls have the world's most bestest thing everÑa vaginaÑand they are all instinctively terrified of the damn things. If guys were the same way about their cocks, filled with hatred instead of fully in love, the human species would have died out eons ago.

Kate, surprisingly, suddenly seemed game. 

"Why not?" she smiled lovingly at Sam, "I call."

Sam looked a little disappointed at the result, but certainly not upset. 

Look, say what you will, but I at least understood where Sam was coming from with all this. He was in a serious relationship with a beautiful girl who just didn't put out (or put out in such a disaffected a way that it made you wish she wouldn't). He wanted to see where the grass might be greener and, again, I got that. So he got to see a ton of boobs and Ashley touched his cock. Considering what else went on, he had been fairly well behaved.

And it's not like he was coming out of the bargain with nothing. He told me once that Kate wouldn't even kiss his cock, let alone give it a good suck. And based on what had already happened, I was pretty sure he would be able to talk her into doing it without a condom. Hell, I think the whole room might have had his back on that one. 

So yeah. Not bad. 

And if that was the last thing they ever did together as a couple, well, fuck itÑthere are worse ways to go out.

Sam smugly showed his king. Kate showed her ace.

Oh no.

Kate stood up and smiled, giving us a little show as she languidly made her way over to my hand job chair (The cold, wooden one. Perhaps, now, the sexiest Pier One purchase ever). 

She lowered herself down, nice and slow, then grandly swept her legs open to reveal her neat, bald puss. I was so used to seeing horny, aching, dripping pussies, I was almost confused by her tidy little lips surrounding her clit. It's not like she wasn't arousedÑof course she was aroused, she was sitting there, spread eagle, in front of five naked people, all of whom would be willing to fluff her up a little if she let them. Yeah, I'm pretty sure even Kristen would give a little stroke if she was asked.

Unlike the rest of us, however, Kate had cum. That moment of ultimate weakness had given her an incredible strength: the ability to be calm and patient and think things through. To not just need was a rare thing right now. It provided her with a unique perspective.

But, if Kate displayed less enthusiasm than you might expect, Sam showed none at all. He kind of grunted as he stood and shuffled over to his girlfriend. 

Sam slowly knelt down and put his face right up against the target. He tentatively extended his tongue. Kate tilted her head back, ready to luxuriate in his ministrations.

When friends talk about their relationships, it's rare that you get more than one side. I'd known Kate (lusted after her, really) since high school, but we'd stopped talking once she started up with Sam. 

It was awkward. She knew I wanted her. She chose my friend. It was kind of a bad scene, though neither of us performed it publicly. Not to each other anyway.

So all I ever got was Sam's perspective: Kate was frigid. Kate was prudish. Kate wouldn't spit on his schlong, let alone suck on it. Kate's hand jobs felt more like she was trying to rip his dick right off (ok, I knew from experience that was absolutely true). 

Now, as my friend leaned in toward Kate's clean little cunnie, I could see all the things he didn't say. His own "do's and do nots." Apparently, a little tongue action fell into the 'do not' column.

To be fair, even if Sam was a fluent cunni-linguist, he probably would be out of practice. A girl unwilling to touch a penis with her bare hand is probably not gonna let you go down on her. 

But man, Sam did not look like someone suddenly fulfilling his deepest desire. He was more like...a dude prodding a jellyfish with a stick. Verrrryyy tentative. Very nervous. Very much on guard. Kinda like Kristen would be when she touched her first penis. 

Trust me. You'll see.

It was bad. I mean really really bad bad. You might think a dude going to town on a beautiful girl could not be ruined, but this was maybe one of the least sexy things I'd ever seen. 

My cock, so hard and desperate for anythingÑa pussy, a mouth, a hand, a half-carved pumpkinÑwas almost limp by the end of it. At one point, Ashley actually covered her eyes, like she was watching a car accident or a surgery.

In that momentÑSam going after it with all the enthusiasm of a lactose intolerant on an ice cream coneÑit all became clear. Kate, that magnificent bitch, had taken the best, most complete, most brutal revenge possible. Calling Sam's penis her little friend. Stroking his best bud off with her bare hands. Shouting out her carnal pleasures while Ashley sat supplicant at her feet. That was all playing around. This shit was serious.

You think you're such a passionate lover? She seemed to ask. You think I'm the only thing keeping you from all your fantasies? You want to show all the girls what a big bad man you are? Here you go, baby. Show em what you got. 

She knew what would happen. She set him up for a fall and he dove right in.

We didn't even set the timer. We didn't need to. At a certain point, Kate simply declared herself done, pushed Sam away from her platter and walked away. Sam got up, little specks of pussy juice on his face, and tried to make a show of it. 

At that point no one cared.

It was such a complete and utter evisceration; I was actually surprised when Sam sat himself down for the next hand. When Kristen is giving you the big, wet, pity eyes, that's the end of it: you're not getting laid. With three more hands to go, why even bother.

Kate had her revenge. At this point, she was probably planning to make Sam sleep on the floor. Then she'd catch a ride back to the shore in the morning. 

Kate had beaten him beyond return. She knew there was no coming back.

She was so so so wrong.

*

Kate settled back down as best she could. Bad oral sex is maybe the worst thing ever? You're all riled up. Your body starts working towards the big moment. Then suddenly you're sitting there cold, wet, and frustrated. I've actually felt angry after a bad blow job. Not unsatisfied. Legitimately fully, truly pissed off. 

Ashley had the deal. It was clear she wanted to make the most of it. When she looked at her card, she practically jumped out of her long-ago-discarded shoes. 

"Oh yeah," she exclaimed, "I am so done with this shit."

We all laughed at her enthusiasm. I knew it right off: this was gonna be fuuuuun.

Kristen, first to act, took Ashley's excitement the other way and folded. She didn't even bother to look at her card.

Kate gave Ash a long, meaningful look. Then she bet a hand job. 

Oh wow. That was the whole megillah right there. 

Kate had put Sam in his place. Now she was getting hers. Ashley needed to get off. Kate did too. Ashley would raise to oral, everyone would fold, and then Kate would get her pussy good and going. 

And if Ashley maybe swung around to get some for herself? It's not like anyone was going to complain about watching those two take a roll around the living room.

Kate. Beautiful, fucking perfect Kate. 

I didn't have shit. At that point, I was resigned to Kate getting what she wanted (again). Why stick my big, stupid 'nose' into it? I folded. 

Ashley's face split a mile wide. They were home free. Sam wasn't calling shit. They were home free.

Then Emma, blessed beautiful little Emma, my pretty, perfect little sis looked over her pert little peaches at her card and said.

"Raise."

Well no one saw that coming.

"Oral."

And just like that, wow, Emma made her move. She had been so quiet, really for the whole game. She had some control early on, back around when she still had a bra and some shorts. But then I played the older brother card and kept her out of it. Then Sam got uppity and Kate grabbed his reins. So, Emma just sat on the sidelines, playing the good little cheerleader. Watching the game go on.

I hadn't exactly forgotten about her, I mean, how could I? But she had sat back for so long, I guess I kinda figured she was done. 

Kate glared at Emma. It was obvious Kate was not going to call now. She couldn't, wouldn't, give Emma the (literal) satisfaction. The cards would fold around. Kate would have to find satisfaction from her fingers like everyone else.

Sam did his due diligence and folded.

Ashley looked down at her hand again.

"Shit," she said. 

She looked up at Kate, looking strangely apologetic. How deep were those two in?

"Shit shit shit. I call," Ashley said, "I have to have to call."

She kinda squeezed her legs in and out as she said it, as if punctuating her point. Kate just sighed in disgust and tossed her card on the ground. 

Ashley was clearly conflicted. She flipped over her card. Queen. How appropriate. 

Emma just closed her eyes and sighed. Kate let out a little giggle.

Then Emma showed her ace.

"Fuck!" Ashley shouted, "Fuck fuck fuck!"

Kristen clapped her hands in delight.

"Nice hand, Em!" she cheered. I didn't know whether to be happy for my sister or horrified.

"I just want to get llllaaaid," Ashley whined, "I don't want to lick girl pussy. I want someone to lick my girl pussy."

She stomped back and forth through the living room.

"You two," she pointed at my sister and I, "you little fuckers are fucking kiiiillling me."

I smiled and chuckled.

"It's not funny," Ashley pouted. Then she looked at Emma, as if appraising her for the first time. 

She smiled, wickedly.

"Fucking killing me," Ashley said again, this time smiling broadly.

"You want me to rub you off first before you have your little lesbo adventure?" Kate asked.

Emma just dismissed her and stood up. Once again, there was a deep dark stain where Emma had been sitting. Holy fuck was that girl worked up.

We laid down Kate's cum blanket (See. That name's not going away) and Emma immediately assumed the position. Head and back down, arms up in a "T," legs open. Her pretty little pussy was already drooling all over the blanket. Her inner thighs practically glowed with girly goodness. The boat probably already smelled like a whorehouse. Now it was bathed in the odor of sweet, pungent puss. 

Emma was on her back, arms splayed. It made her little peaches recede back to plums. Her pretty puss was just gushing. Her pubes looked tangled and sticky.

My cock had deflated a bit after Sam's cunnilingal catastrophe, but little Jason was back at full strength now. Emma was absolutely flat fucking gorgeous lying there, prone, waiting to be taken. I was gonna have to go into the kitchen and stab myself right now. It was they only way I could keep from doing something we'd both regret for the rest of our lives.

My eyes tracked up her body, from her cute little "best" feet past her amazingly gorgeous "best" pussy up to her incredible, deep green "best" eyes. They were flitting about the room, looking at everything and nothing at once. For all her outward confidence, Emma was scared. I felt for her in that moment. She was just lying there, exposed. Vulnerable. Naked in the fullest sense of the word.

Ashley, about to complete her tour du familia, laid down next to Em. Then she sort of climbed up my sister's side and whispered something in Emma's ear. Em locked her eyes on the ceiling. Then she nodded, once. Yes. Ashley paused, thinking for a moment. She looked at Em. Looked at the room. Then she whispered something else in Emma's ear. Emma nodded yes, emphatically.