Jess

Tara turned over her card, a king of diamonds. Jess quickly followed, revealing a seven of clubs. Rach groaned inwardly, expecting to have a two or three, but was delighted to see she had the queen of hearts.

That is, delighted until she realised that this was simply the lesser of two evils, her younger sister was about to lose her top!

Jess smiled slightly as she stood and took off her top in one fluid action, revealing her B-cup tits held firmly by a lacy black bra.

“Damn, you’re almost as sexy as Rach!”

Rach felt a spike of jealousy run through her for a second, that her girlfriend would say such a thing to her sister, but she kept it to herself.

Tara noticed, repeating, “Almost,” To attempt to calm Rach down.

It worked, Rach felt herself relaxing a little. She realised she wasn’t even feeling embarrassed, now that her sister was – if anything – slightly more exposed than herself.

“I guess it’s my turn to deal,” Jess said, reaching across the table to retrieve the cards.

Purposely or otherwise, she gave the two a brilliant view of her cleavage. Rach looked away, embarrassed, but caught Tara staring openly. Once Jess was seated again, Tara glanced across at Rach.

Seeing her disapproving look, she said, “Strip game Rach, you’re supposed to look.”

Rach lowered her gaze to her knees, once again frustrated by her situation, as Jess dealt the cards.