"You Hungry?"

Her question seemed bizarre, but welcome. "I'm starving", I replied as we stood on the sidewalk, screaming into each others ears to hear anything over the traffic. "Let me buy you a waffle!" she shouted back at me. She ignored my blush, and my raised eyebrows. She just dragged my naked ass along with her and started walking towards the diner, a half block further from home than we already were, and on one of the busiest intersections in town. I screamed while she dragged me along, "Stop! Please, I'm still fucking naked!" Finally, one business further from home she shouted back, "Ok, Ok. Shut up! One more game, and your chance for ****. Everyone has seen you naked by now so you have nothing to lose. We go get some waffles and bet A full-roll each. If you win, I will give you my clothes. You can walk home clothed. Not only that, I will stay naked til break ends. If you want to take me to your school naked and show me to my old teachers, then that's fine, but your humiliation ends here." I stared at my feet. I didn't care that I was visible to a hundred people; my mind envisioned dragging Ashley naked all over town. Old boy friends, places she used to work, her teachers, and my friends. Hell, she never mentioned distance. I could show her ass all over New York fucking city if I could get us there. I was practically drooling. "And if you win?" I asked bluntly. "I get to pick your wardrobe." was all she said. "For how long?" I asked. "Same as you get, until my break is over," said Ashley. The anger and pride with visions of Ashley naked in the mall while I wore a nice cardigan were all I could think about. "Deal!" I shouted at her.

This time it was me who dragged her down the street. I dragged her through the foyer and towards a table. Gasps and whistles filled the building like fireworks on the fourth of July. I ignored the phones and the stares as I dragged my sis into one booth before seating opposite her. I will give one thing for being naked, the service was instantaneous. After ordering a pair of VIP specials and cokes, Ashley started setting out her pennies and cards. She had my 50 cents as well. (No pockets.) I chose this moment to play my secret weapon. "Remember when I bet my clothes?" I asked. She nodded. "I had to ante up to start the game, and it's only fair if you do the same." I had never seen Ashley blush. I still haven't. She just stared me right in the eye as she pulled a shirt over her head. In less than a minute my sister was as naked as I was, and a pile of clothes sat on the bench next to her. To the crowded restaurant this did not go unnoticed. She smiled and made eye contact with her admirers while I never broke eye contact with her. We were definitely related, but there are some major differences. Her breasts were smaller and firmer. Her abs and ass were too. I was always the embodiment of cute and soft bodied girl next door, and she was always the small, athletic blonde whose firm muscles never manged to ruin her smooth curves. When she stood and dropped her panties; between the gap in her thighs, her shaved pubes, and her perfectly round muscular ass (which only seemed to accent her vulva rather than hide it), there was nothing hiding her pussy from the eyes and cameras of the crowd. After a quick shuffle, her tanned breasts bouncing slightly, she dealt the new hand. This is for all the marbles.