A tie

When all is said and done, both of your characters lay dead.

"A bit anticlimactic." Alex says. "So, I guess neither of us take anything off?"

You open your mouth slightly to respond, but then an idea strikes you. YOu smile and stand up. "Where's the fun in that?" you ask.

"What?" Alex asks, shifting uncomfortably.

"Well, the rules are that we remove some clothes with each ****. We both died, we both strip." you say, reaching for the waistband of your sweatpants.

Alex's eyes widen, and he seems to struggle to find words for a moment. "Wha...seriously?" he asks.

"Well, yeah..." you say, tugging down the left side of your sweatpants to reveal the waistband of your panties. "Unless you don't want to?"

Alex's eyes widen, and he jumps to his feet and begins struggling with his zipper. You let out a slight giggle as you watch him. After a moment his jeans slide to the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. His boxers that are straining a bit from his excitement.

"That's what I thought." you says, beginning to slowly and sensuously work your sweatpants down. You're not sure what it is, but something about teasing Alex just feels...good.

Once your pants are around your feet, you step out with your left foot and kick them toward Alex with your right. He catches the pants, and then tosses them to the floor. His eyes drink in your form the whole time.

"Well..." you say, walking over to him. This close, with both of you standing, you now notice that the top of your head only comes to the bottom of his chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes. "Seems we're each on our last life. Game's almost over..."

As you speak, you move your right hand to his crotch and trace the outline of his bulge with your finger. From the way his eyes widen and his gasp, you're sure he's seconds away from cumming. Strangely, that thought leaves you a tad disappointed.

"So, shall we finish?" you ask, turning away to sit back on your bed and picking your controller back up.

Alex sits as well. You can see his dick straining to stand straight up. His eyes shoot to your panties, and his eyes widen again. Looking down, you can see why.

A large wet spot has appeared on the front of the panties. You look at him, still smiling, and wink again.

He looks down, and then to the game. A look of determination on his face. You look to the TV as well. You have no intention of losing, either.