Jake, Recent High School Graduate

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"Dude, keep your voice down; my sister's sleeping in the next room."

"Whatever..."

For old times' sake, Jake had agreed to spend one last weekend at his best friend's house during the summer after senior year. They hadn't had a sleepover in years--not since they discovered girls and learned that spending too much time around other guys was "gay"--but since they were about to go off to different colleges in the fall and wouldn't see each other again until Christmas, it felt right to cap things off the old-school way.

For them, old-school meant 2-liters, weed gummies, and Call of Duty: Black Ops 3. Neither of them had touched the game in years, and the servers had gone down ages ago so they were stuck playing local split-screen with bots, but fun is fun. It wasn't really about the game, anyway.

That's why, after his third loss in a row, Jake even surprised himself when he said, "Take 5 veteran bots versus me, solo. If I lose, you get a free nutshot. If I win, I get your sister's panties."

Offering up their balls as forfeit was standard practice between the two, but maligning Eric's sister should've been a step too far. She was an older babe--the cheer captain for years, prom queen two years in a row, and had babysat Jake right when he'd first started to notice that looking at girls made his pants feel funny--but her little brother was still fiercely protective. Jake only said it as a weed-fueled joke, expecting to get shot down immediately. But Eric did not shoot it down.

"You're on," he grinned, setting up the lobby. "Enjoy your last moments with your nads."

It was the worst game Eric had ever played. He ran around randomly, firing blindly at the scenery to give away his position, but always seemed to reload as soon as Jake was in his sights. Even the bots barely functioned, to the point that Jake wasn't sure whether he'd set their difficulty right.

"You fucking threw that," Jake insisted as his victory screen came up. "What the hell?"

"Bullshit," Eric fumed. "You know I hate it when you perv on Janie. Why would I want to get you her panties?"

Even as he complained, though, he banged on the wall before grabbing his phone and texting his sister.

"Dude, don't wake her!" Jake started to panic. This was going to far. "It was a joke!"

"No, it was a bet. And I'm paying up."

The next moment, a half-awake Janie was standing in the doorway, long bare legs disappearing under the thin band t-shirt she'd been sleeping in.

"Guys, it's like 3 AM..." she complained, rubbing her squinted eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. I bet Jake your panties over a video game. Can you hand them over real quick?"

Janie sighed, but reached down under her shirt anyway.

"I never understood what guys got out of underwear," she muttered as baby blue cotton slid down her thighs and pooled around her bare ankles. "Have fun huffing, I guess..."

She stretched the elastic around two fingers and shot the panties at Jake like a rubber band, and he didn't even react when they hit his chest and crumpled into his lap. Then she turned to leave, the lower curves of her now-naked ass cheeks peeking out past the hem of her night shirt.