“Come on Em. Don’t you want to show off for big bruvver? Don’t you want to show your big bro you can do it? Show me. Show me Em. Show me little, Emmy. Show big bruvver what a good girl you are. Don’t you want me to see?”
“Uh… uh huh… uh huh…” she sobbed.
“That’s it. That’s a good little sister. Show big bruvver. Show me you can get there. Come on Em. Make me proud. Show big bruvver how good his little sis’ big beautiful cum is. Don’t you want to? Don’t you want to show me?”
“Ohhhhhohohoh yes. Oh god yes. Please…”
“There you go, little sis. There you go baby sis. I know you want to come so bad. You want to show your big bruvver. You want big bruvver to see. Show me, Em. Show me. I want to see it so bad. I do. I do. I want to see you cum, Emmy. I want to see my baby Emmy cum so bad…”
Emma shuddered then collapsed. She dropped my hand as she dropped to the floor. Oh no. Did I saw something wrong? She folded in half, her beautiful tits crushed into her shiny, strong thighs. I reached for her.
Emma fell back, howled in frustration. Great big, angry sobs.
“Aaaaawhoah whoa whoa whoa….”
I reached for her again but she wasn’t looking. She reached back. I grabbed at her hand. She quickly swatted me away.
I tried to reach over to grab hold. She was shaking. Sweating. Slapping at my hands.
Then, in the split second between our back and forth fumbling, Emma’s hands shot past me. She grabbed my big, hard cock.
Then she froze. She squeezed me as hard me as she could. Emma arched her back. Her body gave in to all her effort. I nearly fell over as she clenched, my cock just moments from bursting in relief.
My sister clutched my cock in her handNall warm and wet with sweat and wonderfulNand let out a scream of absolute primal pleasure.
“There it is,” she breathed.
“OH!” she squeaked. She shuddered. Her grip on my cock stayed tight.
“There it is, there it is, there it is,” she chanted, “there it… IIIIIIISSSSSSS!”
She howled. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her legs dropped off Ashley, who almost immediately fell over in relief. Emma’s whole chest and neck and cheeks flushed hot pink.
She stiffened, then collapsed like an accordion.
“There it is!” she cried, “There it is big bruvver. There it is.”
She was still shaking. Aftershocks.
“There it is big bruvver there it is. Did I do ok for you? Did I come good for my big bruvver? Ohhhh I hope I came ok for you.”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining like emerald flashlights in the darkness. Her chest and cheeks slowly faded back to pale.
“Yeah, baby sis,” I told, her lightly stroking her hair, “You did great. You always do so great baby sister.”
Emma was still gripping my cock like it was her security blanket. Her hand felt warm and softNworshipful and devoted. I hoped that she would give it back to me soon. I hoped that she would never ever ever give it back to me.
Then she sat up, cock still in hand, and pressed her lips to mine. She tasted like strawberries and alcohol. Pot and sweat.
I’m pretty sure I heard people cheering in the background.
*
Emma eventually let go of my cock.
With two hands left, per Kate’s pronouncement, the game was basically over. After my sister’s little performance, we were all feeling good. Everyone was ready to end on a high-pitched scream.
Almost everyone.
While Emma cleaned up, I talked to Kristen and Kate. Maybe we should just let the last two hands go. After all, what was left to play for?
Then Ashley started pacing back and forth across the room. Her springy hair bounced in time with her incredible boobs.
“I’m so fucking horny. I don’t fucking care what anyone calls. I’m fucking doing it.”
Very well then.
I understood what Ashley was asking for. After all the hand jobs and the booby feels and the dry hump and the tongue bath, Ashley had to be pretty damn worked up. Also, if Emma and I had earned a round of applause for our little performance, then Ashley deserved a fucking standing ovation. So she had that going for her.
But it’s not like she was the only one. By this point my cock looked and felt like a steel crane. My balls were practically glowing bright red and were probably heavy enough to smash through concrete. I was a walking demolition crew. But I wasn’t walking around demanding my due attention. I was thinking about grabbing an ice pack for the overnight, sure, but I wasn’t shouting about how I had to get my rocks off.
Hell, Ashley had actually fired one off the night before. I don’t think I’m insulting her in assuming she had at least a couple of lovers waiting for her back at college. I hadn’t gotten laid in 6 months and hadn’t been able to get myself off for almost a week (traveling back from college with Sam had… limited my opportunities for a quick scrub and go). If I could hold off then certainly Little Miss Curly-Lamp could call it a night.
But, whateverNAshley had to get off, so Ashley was gonna get off.
We had the system pretty much down by now. Kristen dealt the hand. Kate folded. For old time’s sake, I throw up a hand job. Maybe Ashley and meNthe two hard-up heroesNcould get each other off.
Emma, still glowing, folded. Sam looked up from behind his card. When Sam is plotting, he kinda makes the same mischievous face his certainly-soon-to-be ex-girlfriend does.
Ashley didn’t even bother to sit. She just paced back forth by the kitchen. Sam watched her go for a moment.
“Are you done yet?” Ashley called over, “who won?”
“Right now it’s me with a hand job,” I called back.
“Fine. Great. Whatever it is, I call,” Ashley said.
Sam looked back at his card. He was squeezing his knuckles white. What’s there to think about, Sam?
“Fucking shit, guys, it’s not that fucking hard!” Ashley yelled, “Jesus!”
Sam lowered his card slowly. He smiled, suddenly relaxed. Decision made.
“Anal,” he said. He was so quiet I swore I misheard him.
“Wait, what?” I asked.
Ashley stopped pacing.
“What did he say?” she asked, “What was the bet?”
“Anal,” Sam said, now grinning like a fool, “Anal, anal anal. You’ll call any bet? That’s my bet. Anal.”
Holy fuck.
Kristen’s jaw hit the floor. For a moment I was sure she’d had a stroke. Emma grabbed for my hand and squeezed it hard, I thought about moving it over to my cock, but then she dug her nails into me.
“Sam…” Kate started.
“Bet’s a bet,” Sam said.
“So what, she beats your hand, she can shove something up your ass?” Emma asked angrily.
“Not likely,” Sam snickered.
“She hasn’t even called yet,” I said.
“No, I did,” Ashley said, “I called.”
“It’s not even your turn yet,” I said.
She came back to where we were sitting and flopped down. She looked at her card, made a raspberry, then dropped it.
“I don’t understand,” Kristen said.
Ashley leaned over to her
“Anal is when a boy puts his…”
“I know what anal sex is goddammit!” Kristen shouted.
We looked at each other, full of nervous laughter.
“Ok, then,” Ashley said.
“Ash, you don’t have to…” Kate started.
She looked ghostwhite. She didn’t think it could happen. She had him buried. Done. And now he was back from the dead, haunting her.
Sam was gonna get one last screw, and he was gonna do it into Kate’s best bud and probable slice on the side.
Holy fucking fuck.
Then I realized. Kate wasn’t scared. Not at all. She was angry. That was so much much much worse.
“It’s your move, Ashley,” I said.
“Here,” Sam said, “let me help you out.”
He showed her the ace. He had her beat not matter what.
Ashley just sat there and shrugged. She had seemed so bright and buoyant all night. Now the girl who stood quietly in my living room all day yesterday was back. My little lamp was unplugged and packed away.
“If we were playing poker for real,” Ashley said, “I made my call before he bet, but that’s still binding. That’s how it works, right Jason? I called and I can’t un-call just because I don’t like the raise.”
“Yeah, but Ash, this isn’t real poker. It’s just not.”
“It was real poker when I made Emma kiss Kristen. It was real poker when I dragged myself all over you. When I played with Kate’s boyfriend’s cock. When I made you help your baby sister cum. That was poker, then right?”
“You make yourself sound like some… bully,” I said, “It wasn’t like that, Ashley. Everybody here made their own decisions.”
“Did they?” Ashley asked, looking over at Kristen. Kristen said nothing, just slightly, almost imperceptibly, shook her head.
I rubbed my faceNsqueezed my temples with my thumb and fingers.
Sam stood up, cock standing proud, and grabbed the Kate cum blanket off the couch. As he laid it out, it covered Kate’s head for a moment. There was no doubt in my mind it was intentional.
Ashley stood up as well. Her perfect titties jiggled so perfectly as she moved.
“Ash. Don’t,” Kate said.
Ashley walked past.
“No,” Ashley said, “I wanted to get off. I’m getting off. What kind of lube do we got in this place?
*
As it turned out, not much lube. We had enough condoms and granola bars for a full on Woodstock revival show, but not even one little tube of anything that would work as lubricant. It was another feature for them to add to Colgate Total, eventually, I’d imagine. So for now, the girls made the sacrifice and agreed to chip in.
Ashley got down on all fours. She leaned forward and put her little brown button up for display. Sam stood behind her, legs apart, cock at the ready. Before he could begin, Sam had to endure one final indignityNAshley insisted he wear a condom. I went and grabbed one from his suitcase in the master bedroom. There was whole roll of them just hanging out the front of his Samsonite, like a long, thin tongue.