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 elseNa 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 pantiesNa very tasteful, lacy, black matching set that, unlike what the other girls were wearingNseemed 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 partyNa 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 thatNEmma 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 nothingNSam 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 nowNmy only betting options had super high stakesNor 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 AshleyNhe’d been eyeing her all night and she certainly seemed interested, as wellNby 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 risquZ. 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.