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 knowNit 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” listNprobably 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 useNin 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 kiddingNone 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 naivetZ 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 spotNperfectly 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 backNmaking 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 indescribableNher 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 runNgliding 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.