Game Night

It wasn't often that Samantha got to come home for a visit. Even without Georgie's fortune, Samantha had enough money to come home from London every weekend, should she desire. No, it wasn't money that she lacked, nor will. It was time.

The life of a graduate student was busy enough, with research and assignments to complete, but on top of that, Samantha was a socialite. She had charity board meetings to attend, parties to be seen at, and nobs to hob. Samantha and Georgie never let a moment waste, always out, always sucking the marrow out of life. It was one of the things she loved about Georgie, how much he enjoyed living. Still, there was something to be said about coming home...

Someone rolled a pair of dice.

"Eleven!" Samantha's mother exclaimed, excitedly. She slid her playing piece eleven places along the board to a red square. Flipping over a red card, she read, "Your partner's lap is feeling icy. Warm it up and make it spicy!"

Samantha's mother giggled, put the card at the bottom of the pile, then stood up, turned around, and straddled her husband's lap, his breasts pressing into her stomach, her breasts into his face. Then, with a low moan, she began to gyrate onto his groin.

Rolling her eyes at her parent's antics, Samantha picked up the dice. It was her turn. She turned and looked at Tina, who was watching the older couple rub up against each other with a look of awe in her eyes. Sure, Tina had already had to strip down to her underwear, lick the nipples of everyone in the room, and lick Samantha's father's testicles for three minutes straight during her turns, but she was still jealous and hungry to be part of any physical affection that Samantha's dad received. It probably had to do with having grown up with very little affection from her own family. Once again, Samantha was thankful that her parents had met Tina and allowed her to move in, giving her a chance at life.

Samantha, too, had had some interesting rolls during the game. Now clad in one of Tina's schoolgirl outfits, she had enjoyed fifteen minutes of masturbation with one of her mother's dildos, made a live-stream strip show for her social media, and sucked on her father's toes. The game was almost over, but it had been non-stop fun so far, the kind of fun that reminded her of growing up at home, reminded her of why she loved to visit family. Sure, the pace was different from her life back in London, but the comfort of the familiar was appealing, if not for every day, at least for the occasional visit.

With a healthy lead against the other three, Samantha was excited at the thought of winning. The winner always got to draw the Option Card, a card that allowed the winner to pick between three final challenges that all of the players would have to partake in. It was the best to win, although she'd never played this game where she regretted any of the choices any other winners had picked. Playing games with her family, after all, was good, clean, wholesome fun. She tossed the dice.

"Twelve!" she squealed, clapping her hands. She slid her playing piece to the final square, the orange winner's square, and flipped over the Option Card. Printed on it was:

Congratulations player, on your outstanding win! Now pick your prize so the fun can really begin!

1. Swap for a night, such a delight - trade roles for one night with one other person in the family.
2. Master and ****, you make them behave - all other players are your **** until morning.
3. Pick your favourite, then you can savor it - choose one player to be your plaything all night long.

What a good crop of options! Samantha grinned and chose...