You win, Nicole loses

The next round sees you with the winning hand, a pair of kings, and Nicole with the worst one, a meager ten as her high card. You turn to your sister with a flabbergasted expression.

"No way!" you say, an assured tone in your voice.

"John, those are the rules," Sarah snickers, clearly amused. "Everyone did it so far."

Even Nicole chuckles at your embarrassment. "Bro, it's just socks, get it over with."

You hear Tom laughing behind you. "Go on, John, I'll do it if you don't," he states. "And I won't pick her socks."

Horrified by his words and the lecherous look he's directing at your little sister, you quickly crouch down on the carpet and pull both of Nicole's socks off, leaving her feet bare. You know that next time she loses, clothes will have to come off, and the thought disturbs you.

Dammit, I can't let them undress her, you think while retaking your spot. Your eyes then shift to Miranda, chatting with Sarah. Why can't things be simple for once?