Sarah wins again, Nicole loses. Things get intense.

"Oh my God!" Sarah says, a mischievous grin spreading wide across her face. "I hit my stride!"

"It's luck, Sarah," Miranda reminds her.

Sarah answers by sticking her tongue out. She picks up her fifth card and makes a big show of revealing her hand, lifting the cards high over her head and laying them neatly in the middle of the circle. "I hit my fucking stride."

"Oh fuck," you sputter upon seeing her three queens. You're laughing, but despite how well things have turned out so far, you're pretty terrified by the idea of being the first to get fully naked. Mostly because you're sure Sarah will propose some kind of extra punishment, and you have no idea what. You play your worthless hand, only scoring a single jack, and glance around at the other players. Miranda, for better or worse, is safe with a pair of fours. So is Matt, with a king. You suppose there was no way Sarah would strip him twice in a row.

You've begun accepting your fate, but your sister is still clutching her cards close to her chest. Her bare skin glistens with sweat, dampening the edges of her white lace bra. "Wow," she whispers. "What are the odds?" She lays out her hand, putting yours to shame. Her only scoring card is a sad, lonely little eight. You stare at her face, as you've done quite a few times tonight, but her eyes are on Sarah. "Everyone's got one piece left."

"Ooh! But which piece?!" Your host bounces with excitement. Her tits bounce with her. "Right now it's a tie between tops and bottoms, for the guys and the girls. Oh God..." Unprompted, she gropes her own chest, squeezing her boobs and stretching the nipples between her fingers. "Your pretty little titties, like me..." She lets them drop, swinging freely for a moment before jiggling to rest. "Or your pretty little pussy like Miranda..." Her hands go to her hips. "I'll need a sample."

Yep, that sure is the precedent you set. Nice going, genius.

"Okay," Nicole agrees with only a moment's hesitation. "But everyone's going to have to turn around."

"No they won't." Sarah scoots past Matt.

"But I'm not wearing a dress. Looking early defeats the point of the game."

"Who said anything about looking?"

"Eh?!" Nicole leans slightly away, her expression unclear. "I'm gonna need you to spell that out for me."

"I wanna feel you up!" Sarah explains, excitement brimming in her voice. "Give the girls a squeeze and a pinch, tickle your meat a little, maybe slip a finger or two in...!"

"Woah. Uh, m-maybe dial it back a bit, Sarah." Nicole straightens her posture and smiles through her **** embarrassment. "A sample means a sample. ...So, no penetration. And hands only!" she adds, preempting Sarah's usual brand of mischief.

"Deal!" The older girl holds out a hand so they can shake on it. As they seal the deal, she looks over at you. "You cool with this, John? You freaked the fuck out when Tom did it."

"Oh, uh, er..." Your abrupt return to reality gives you whiplash. "I...guess? Tom was being a fuckhead. As long as, er..." You absently scratch an itch on your bare thigh. "It feels fuckin' weird to say, but as long as Nicole is okay with it, it's fine."

Your sister glares at you. "Why does that feel weird to say?"

Sarah is still looking you dead in the eye. "So if she said, 'Fuck yeah Tom, I'll give you a sneak peak of my pussy! Oh, it's soaking wet for you!' ...If she said that, you'd have been cool with it?"

"I...no? Maybe?"

"Okay, I take it back," Nicole says. "You're good, John. I wouldn't have been cool with that if I saw myself doing it. Ah!"

Satisfied with your apparent approval, Sarah begins her trial run of your sister's tits. She squeezes them quickly, but not too roughly through her bra. Easing her grip, she weighs them in her hands, humming thoughtfully. "Good, solid boobs," she says clinically. "Soft, perky, nice round shape." Her thumbs press over where she guesses Nicole's nipples are, rewarding her with a gasp. "Sensitive nipples, nice and hard." Her hands suddenly slip under the fabric, taking a firm hold of the bare flesh underneath. The other onlookers let out odd grunts, a subdued mix of shock and arousal, and you realize after a moment that your stupidly gaping mouth probably made the same noise. Nicole squirms against the older girl's practiced massage, moaning erotically. Her legs continue to rub together, the hem of her skirt rising up her thigh a millimeter at a time.

Sarah sucks in a breath through her teeth. "Taste test postponed. So, I guess we're done here." With a final squeeze, she lets her hands slide out and fall away. Nicole whimpers as the sensation ends. "Don't worry, babe," Sarah coos. "I'm not quite done." She gently tugs Nicole's skirt smooth before she begins exploring her victim's legs. "Your skin is so soft." Her fingertips are reaching for Nicole's entrance. You watch the black cloth shift and morph as she finds your sister's tight, soaking wet, clean-shaven pussy. Nicole squeals and lurches forward, grabbing the back of Sarah's neck and hugging her close, her head resting on Nicole's breast. "Someone's sensitive," Sarah jokes casually, husky breath betraying her own excitement.

In a moment of clarity you lean toward Miranda. "Were we that obvious?" you ask.

"Not quite," she chuckles. "But, um..."

You give her a few seconds. "What is it?"

"We could be, if you want."

"Huh?" You blink. "Be...obvious? Oh!" You give her the same dumbstruck look you've shot your sister a few times tonight. "Y-Yeah. Yes! I thought you'd never ask!"

Her face is burning, maybe even brighter than Nicole's. "I'm...really happy to hear that, John! But, um, I meant...now?"

Holy absolute mother-goddamn-fucking shitfuck. Your mind is going completely wild. But as you push through your nerves, your voice remains at least somewhat level. "Now is good," you manage, eyes bulging at the sight of her legs easing apart.

"Get a room, you two," Sarah jeers, looking up from her small pillow and the moaning person it's attached to.

Matt laughs out loud, drawing your eyes to him. "You sucked my dick, babe," he happily reminds everyone.

She grins. "I know. Go fuckin' wild guys. Just remember if you take too long I'll have to make my own fun." She punctuates her point by causing Nicole to cry out.

"I can still play with one hand," you insist, surprising yourself. Miranda covers her mouth as she giggles uncontrollably.

"Oh can you?" Sarah taunts. "Alright. Then I'll try to be brief."

You try to ignore Matt's wandering eyes and his girlfriend's teasing. You nonchalantly move your hand to Miranda's welcoming pussy and lay a finger over the length of her slit. Her body tenses, but she keeps her hands planted on the carpet beside her. She looks at you with a nervous, adorable smile and nods. You smile back, penetrating her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She sighs as your finger slides in, aided by a copious flow of quim and drawn deeper by her pulsating walls. You focus only on her, the girl of your dreams, and begin pumping your finger in and out.

"I really like you, Miranda," you say, your voice calm despite the embarrassment bubbling up like magma within you. "I've had a crush on you for so long."

"I'm glad," she murmurs between shaky breaths. "This wasn't how I imagined...getting to know you. But it's nice."

You lean forward. "Does that mean - Er, so, would you want to get together? Some other time? As a date?"

"Yes." She shivers, clamping down on your finger. "I'd love that. Just know, if tonight keeps up like this...I'm gonna have big expectations."

A second finger enters her, and you find her clit with your thumb. "I won't disappoint," you promise. Your cocky facade vanishes when she pulls you in for a kiss, pressing her puckered lips firmly against yours. Your mouths open into each other, locking in a wet, sloppy embrace.

"Sarah," you hear your sister say. It sounds like a complaint. Reluctantly, you break off from Miranda, though you continue to work on her pussy. Sarah has brought her face level with Nicole's and is puckering her own lips. Her hands are still moving under Nicole's bunched-up skirt, faster than before.

"One kiss?" Sarah begs, giving your sister her best puppy dog eyes.

Nicole seems to think on that for a moment, then closes her eyes. She closes the distance between them, planting a kiss on Sarah's grinning mouth. For a moment, they look rather comfortable together. Then Nicole twists and squeals as Sarah does something cheeky under her skirt. Sarah chases her mouth and kisses her again, harder this time, slipping her top lip in-between Nicole's.

Matt catches your eye. His arm is crossed over his crotch, doing little to hide the triumphant return of his erection. With his free hand, he slaps Sarah's big ass and takes hold of her flesh. She laughs and wiggles her hips side to side, but doesn't relent for a moment. Nicole remains entirely at her mercy.

You look from the trio to the abandoned playing cards, then back at Miranda. It looks like you've got a chance at release at last. You could leave the others to their devices, bury your cock in Miranda's tight pussy, and end the night in her arms. Or, you could **** your throbbing dick to cool it for one more minute, call everyone's attention, and finish the game, once and for all. After all, the game led to all fuckin' this. Who knows what even one more round could produce?

Your sister, Sarah, Matt, the cards, Miranda. What should you do?