Lost to tickling

Being a sore loser, you try to win for real, but someone, probably Jess, starts tickling you, giving Steve an opening to trash you in game.

"HEY! That's not fair!" You try to defend yourself.

You keep denying your lost, but Jess and Jake keep pressuring you. "A bet's a bet." They're saying. "You have to see it through."

Succumbing to peer pressure, you end up sitting on Steve's lap, making both of you uncomfortable. Your skirt move up while sitting down, making your pantie-covered ass sit directly on his pants.

"Alright, rematch time. If Sarah wins, she gets to sit back on her chair. But if Steve wins... you two have to kiss!"

"Why do you guys get to pick the bet?!" You argue back.

"Come on, Sarah" says Jess, putting some emphases on your sister's name.

Not wanting her to expose you, you shut up and get ready for the next fight. But while Jess doesn't tickle you this time, the feeling of Steve's growing erection under your ass is distracting you. You both are constantly trying to shift your weight to make it less awkward, but this only results in you kind of grinding on his cock.

Before you know it, you once again lost, prompting the other two to whistle and start chanting "Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss"

Still sitting on his lap, you turn around to look at Steve. You both look like tomatoes with how red you are, though he is also sweating. Gathering your courage and eager to shut them up, you lean in and kiss Steve. His lips are dry and his mouth smells of the food he just had. Compared to Vicky, Steve isn't that great of a kisser. You try to imitate Vicky. You can feel Steve gently grinding his cock on your ass.

As you're losing yourself in that kiss, you're brought back to reality when you hear Jake laugh and say "Wow, get a room you two. Jesus..."