Chapter 26

They weren't.

With a whimper… you felt all eyes turn to you once again. You tried to think of any excuse which might get you free of this situation, but none came to mind. In fact, you didn't even have time to squirm… because your darling step-sister had reached up and plucked the hooks loose on your heavily-padded bra. You quickly crossed your arms across your chest to grab it, but the damage was already done.

"Awww… That's what she's so embarrassed about…" Said Dave. The hulking man's voice loaded with genuine sympathy. "Don't worry Babes, I'm sure they'll grow out eventually. One of my cousins only got hers after her mom finally let her start taking the pill… Then they blew up like balloons." He held his meaty hands out to articulate this, but then paused as further details came to mind.

"Although… it did then turn out one of her other cousins had already knocked her up, so maybe that was the reason." The man grinned sheepishly, not quite giving away if any of that was a joke or if he genuinely thought it served as words of support.

Meanwhile, Jenny had tugged the underwear loops off from your arms, and out from the still tightly-crossed fold of your arms. Throwing it over to the winner of that round: Nancy… whose smirk was only widening. Your step-sibling was only thinking ahead though, determined that she had to start winning again soon.

“Okay, just our panties left then… if they go we’ll count as losers right? I’m not gonna let that happen…”

You could tell by the lilting tones in her voice that the beer had soaked so far into her skull that nothing of the further connotations to her actions were registering. While you were acutely aware that, even if you just had to stand up to let her take her own last item of clothing off… the distinct bulge in the front of yours would be unmissable. You were utterly trapped by this horrendous game and the drunken, lecherous stares of all its participants. Suddenly the only way you could possibly get out of this came to mind. The only bet they would surely take over seeing the two of you bared completely before all of them:

“No, wait!” You squealed, hating the extra focus upon you this gained. “W-what if… if we lose this next round… I-I’ll slip under the table a-and… umm... look after the winner… with my mouth?” Your words had grown quieter and more trembling with every stumbled syllable. It was a **** plea you desperately didn’t want to make. But the carnal response of the table was as positive as you could have hoped. The round played out and, surprisingly… your step-sibling team actually won, gaining you back that precious scrap of chest-covering material.

The next did not go so well, however. Yet, now that the offer had been made… you decided it was better to bow to the inevitable than surrender another chance to ogle your suspiciously unfeminine chest. You slipped down between the legs of the table, both wooden and human and set to work unzipping flies. Somewhat muffled above, the game continued. With the main focus clearly rapidly becoming changing control over your own crawling movements. You got the distinct impression that Jenny was very much enjoying having the power to bet your attentions away, and the other players seemed determined to never let any one of their number win too many hands in a row. So yours was a constant world of switching penises as one meaty pillar after another was set to demand your attention. Of course, with the exception of when you also found your face buried up Nancy’s miniskirt, trying your best to work out what a tongue was supposed to do in there.

Arjuun hardly seemed fazed by this turn of events… clearly being friends with Skeg almost guaranteed you were a certain type of person. He also seemed to be one of the strongest players: you found yourself swallowing down that darker-shaded dick more than any other. In fact, come the end… it was down to just him and Nancy still with cards in hand. The barely-still-standing other three occupying themselves by thoroughly molesting your now-completely-naked step-sister.

“Y’know it wasn’t so long ago that it used to be you bobbing away under this table every other week, Nancy-dear…” The man chuckled, his voice full of charm and eyes glinting down towards you. “Perhaps if I go all in here, you’ll agree to join this little beauty… for old times sake.”

There was a hint of still-sober measurement to the young woman’s responding glare, one you could just about glimpse from your under-table position. Though you knew she’d drank just as much as the rest of em. She let loose that confident smile though, pushing the large pile of chips and clothing she’d collected forward. “Not a chance... But from what I can remember of those old days, if you keep stalling for another minute or two you might get to finish before I take your money and send you home to Sandra…”