Ryan's First Card

The arrow pointed at Ryan. As he leaned over to grab the card, it followed him. "Super weird. How does it do that?"

"I don't know." Replied Claire, "This entire thing is a mystery to me."

He snatched the white paper and glanced at it. "What the fuck?" He said, shocked.

"What's it say?" Asked Mia with intrigue.

Ryan read aloud, "Either strip naked or put a rubber band around your balls until your next turn... Seriously. We're not seriously doing this are we?"

"Woah! That's uh... rather risque right of the bat." Claire said, eyeing Mia with conniving eyes. "Anyways, we've seen you naked before so just do that."

"I don't know." He says. "I don't like this."

"Yeah, strip, strip, strip!" Shouts Mia, mockingly. "Don't be a wussy." Ryan casts her a burning glance ignoring it to locked eyes with Claire and giggle.

"Fine," says Ryan. "I'll strip, but no looking." Claire and Mia cover their eyes with their hands. He pulls his workout shirt off quickly, revealing his six-pack abs. He pauses to ensure the two aren't looking through their fingers then covers his genitals with one hand as he pulls his shorts and boxers down. His flaccid six inch cock was still visible to prying eyes if they peeked despite his efforts to hide it. "I can cover myself with a pillow, right?" Ryan grabs a pillow and holds it over his crotch. "Now you can look."

"Hadn't planned on it." Says Claire, "Although that pillow looks good on you..."

"Hehe. Yeah, just throw it in the laundry after you're done," Mia chuckled. Ding. "I guess Claire is next." Mia sits at attention excited to see what her big sister gets.