“Fine,” Becky said.
I gestured for my petite blonde wife to bend over my lap. I reared back like I was going to slam her ass, but then I gave her a light pat instead.
“Boo!” Sierra said.
“Give it to her for real,” Joey said.
I looked down at Becky, lying prone over my lap. She had to be feeling my hard-on mashed into her chest. She did look pretty hot that way — her tight, perky, white-panty-covered butt pointing upwards.
This time, I gave her a proper slap.
“Ow!”
I hit her again. Her buttcheek turned a satisfying pink.
“Does anyone else want a shot at this?” I asked, grinning at the table.
“The card says…”
“I do!” Sierra said.
“Me too!” Joey said.
Becky groaned, but didn’t move off my lap. Sierra stood next to me and whacked my wife, hard. This time, Becky really did yelp in pain. Sierra, though, just laughed and clapped her hands.
Then she stepped out of the way so Becky’s brother could take a turn. Joey looked down at his older sister, lying prone over my lap, like a starving man staring at a filet mignon. He reached back like he was going to slap his sis, but instead he just groped her butt.
“Sorry,” he said, clearly not at all sorry, “I guess I just don’t have it in me to hurt you, Becks.”
We still had six slaps to go, and so I stopped teasing my wife and got down to it. Slap. Slap. Slap. I smacked her bottom till it glowed rosy. Becky complained throughout, but I could tell she was mostly pretending. Even more importantly, I couldn’t miss the wet spot in the crotch of her panties.
Becky climbed off me and went back to her seat. She groaned as she sat on her tender butt, then gave me a sneaking smile. I didn’t think my wife was into the rough stuff, but maybe she wanted it more than I realized.
Sierra was next. The beautiful, buxom brunette got another orange dare. I don’t think I was the only person in the room that was anticipating something exciting. Except, as soon as she saw the card, her gorgeous face twisted into a frown.
“I don’t want to do this one,” she said. She flashed us the card, which had her making out for five minutes with someone of the same sex. In other words, my wife. “I’m sorry, Becky. I’m sure you’re a great kisser. It’s just not the kind of thing I’m into.”
“No problem,” Becky said. I doubted my wife wanted to make out with Sierra either. I won’t lie, I was a little disappointed. Picturing my pretty wife passionately kissing the sexy Sierra had me, somehow, even harder than before. But then I thought about how I’d feel if I drew a card that made me kiss Joey and I realized that it was for the best that no one was being forced to do anything.
Sierra moved her piece back three spaces. Now, Joey and Becky were both in the lead, with me and Sierra trailing noticeably behind. Without knowing what the ‘prize’ was, it was hard for me to care that I was losing.
The fact that we seemed to be only a few turns from the end had me both happy and disappointed. On the one hand, this weird, sort-of-dirty game wasn’t really leading anywhere, no matter how much we might pretend otherwise. Was I going to have sex with my wife in her parents’ house after we played? No, I was not. And now that we’d gotten past losing clothes, making it clear that I’d only be seeing Sierra’s underwear, I didn’t have much excitement for anything else that might occur.
Still, the idea that maybe something that was more sexy than silly might show up for me and Sierra kept me optimistic. And, honestly, I didn’t mind if something similar occurred with Becky and Joey. I mean, what was going to happen? It was only her brother, after all.
I got a taste of it the very next turn when Joey’s orange card gave him one minute to fondle my wife. Becky stuck her tongue out at him after he read his fate aloud.
“You have to play with your sister’s boobies,” she said, teasingly.
“I’ll suffer through, somehow,” Joey said, but I wasn’t buying his nonchalance.
He patted his leg for Becky to sit on his lap and his big sister did as she was told. I turned over the sand timer. Joey slowly began to tickle his way up his sister’s bare arms.
At first, Becky giggled uncomfortably, but she began to settle as her brother traced his way around her shoulders. He ran his hands down, gradually circling till he reached her tiny breasts, then quickly skirted away. He went back to her shoulders, and I swear I saw a little look of disappointment cross my wife’s face as her brother teased her.
Again, Joey began tracing his way towards Becky’s breasts. But he only skimmed the tops before escaping. The final time, he slid his hands below her boobs and, quickly, cupped Becky’s little tits over her bra.
My wife lay back on her brother’s chest and groaned a little as he grabbed hold. Slowly, Joey began rubbing Becky’s breasts. The gesture wasn’t the tentative touch of a sibling. He was clearly not uncomfortable. This was the slow massage of a lover.
I was so distracted, I forgot to watch the sand timer. When I looked down, the grains had all gone. We’d forgotten to look.
“That’s time,” I said, my voice betraying me slightly.
Becky got up, gave her little brother a grin, and went back to her seat.
“That was nice,” she said, though no one asked her.
“You have fun, too?” Sierra asked her boyfriend. Joey was sitting back, looking a bit dreamy. I doubted it was just the alcohol.
“Oh yeah,” he said, then suddenly remembered who he was talking to. “I mean, um, they were nothing compared to yours, babe.”
Now it was Becky’s turn to be insulted. She made a short, sharp, “hmph!”
“I mean, ummm. Crap,” Joey raised his hands in surrender.
“I think what Joey means to say is that you have very nice breasts, Becky,” I said, “But because you’re his sister, he prefers Sierra’s.”
“Yes, that,” Joey said, “Thanks, Drew.”
Becky appeared to be mollified by Joey’s apology through me, and she sat back with a satisfied smirk. Sierra, however, was now eyeing both siblings warily.
My wife’s turn was next, and she drew a yellow card. Again, all it said was that she had to answer one question honestly. Before any of us could speak, Joey jumped out.
“What’s going on with you, sis?” he asked.
Becky tried to play it off, but, perceptively, Joey wasn’t having any of it. For a moment, I really respected the kid. He clearly cared about his sister and was smart enough to see she was suffering.
“You’re clearly not OK,” Joey said, “I can tell. I know Drew can, too.”
I nodded, taking Joey’s side. Becky sighed.
“I’m having a tough time lately, that’s all,” she said, placatingly, “It’s not a big deal. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Work’s been a pain. And, well, I turned thirty a few months ago.”
“I know, sis. I just turned twenty,” Joey said.
“Thirty is different than twenty,” Becky said, unknowingly repeating what I’d said before. “You’ve got your whole life in front of you.”
“So do you!” Joey said.