Nicole wins, you lose. Oops.

"Ah, shit."

Well, it had to happen eventually. You're almost shocked it took this long. And even though you know it's not how probability works, you can't help but wish you could have gotten it out of the way back when you still had shoes.

"No shit!" Sarah shouts. "Is this the first round Nicole takes from John?"

Your sister sighs. "Yep. Sure is." She watches your crotch warily, still kept decent by your jeans. "And right after he eye-fucked Miranda."

"I... wouldn't phrase it like that," you mumble. Miranda merely laughs. "Uh, I am...you know."

"I'd be fucking shocked if you weren't hard," Sarah teases. Her hands wander up to her chest and give her big tits a squeeze. "Like, really fucking shocked. Matt's rock fucking solid."

Matt throws his hands up. "Alright Sarah! They already knew that, I don't think they need the reminder."

"Just trying to make them more comfortable, darling."

"Not your strong suit, darling."

"Alright, guys!" Nicole scoots over to you, gesturing for you to straighten your legs. "I'll just do it. No big deal."

"Right." You're less convinced, but you've got to get it over with. Your dick presses uncomfortably against your pants as you move, more noticeable and more unpleasant than it's been all night. Your sister wastes no time undoing the button, unzipping the fly, and digging her thumbs under the waist. Like Miranda, you lift yourself up so she can work, and before long the bulge in your boxers is staring her in the face. Physically, you feel a lot better, but your emotions are a bit of a different story. Nevertheless, she doesn't falter, and a moment later your jeans are off.

"Woohoo!" Matt cheers, leaning in for a high five. "No Pants Club!"

You oblige him with a shaky smile, tossing glances around at the girls. "That'd be everyone, wouldn't it?"

"Hmm," he hums, leaning back and rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. "By George, you're right, old sport!"

"This calls for a celebration!" Sarah declares. "A group hug!"

Matt appears stunned for a second, then shrugs. "I...mean...if everyone's up for it?"

"...Sssure," Nicole says slowly, staring at Sarah's boobs the whole time.

"Ok," you add.

"Sure," Miranda finishes.

Sarah applauds as if it's the best performance she's ever seen. "Yes! Okay, okay! We all need to stand up!" She moves to do just that.

Nicole follows, smoothing her skirt as she rises. The rest of you are less eager. "C'mon, guys," she urges. Her eyes settle on Miranda. "We're all going to be naked by the end of the night anyway."

"Nicole!" You exclaim.

She puts her hands on her hips. "Um, what? That was your idea, bro."

"...Yeah...but..."

Matt is already up, apparently convinced. "She's got a point, 'bro'."

Seeing Miranda begin to move snaps you to your senses, and you stand with them. You and Matt are clearly, as Sarah said, rock fucking solid. Her tits are out, bared proudly as she puffs up her chest. Miranda's whole fucking pussy is on display, which you know she has you to blame for - or thank, depending. Only your sister remains half-respectable, and even she's rocking nothing but a bra and a skirt.

You put your arms around Miranda and Sarah, as the "respectable" sibling wraps hers around Miranda and Matt. You lean forward, keeping your crotch out of the circle. Sarah takes the opportunity to pull your upper body in closer, making sure her breasts rub against both you and Matt.

She frowns at her boyfriend. "You need to lose the shirt."

He chuckles and pulls her even closer, tightening his hold on your sister as well. "Won't be long," he says, barely above a whisper.

Feeling bold, you follow your hosts' example and squeeze the girls on your sides closer, holding them both against your chest and nearly closing the distance between their breasts. Miranda giggles and tilts her head, resting it on your shoulder.

"I think I like this game," you say.