Strip Poker, anyone?

Your brillant plan of walking in on her while showering didn’t work. It was so simple. How did you screw that up?

You go out to dinner with your family. Just the adults. The grandparents and watch the kids. Everyone is having a good time except for you. All you can think about is seeing those titties.

Your little sister says, “Hey we should play a game when we get home!”

“YES!” You yell. That’s the idea you needed.

They’re all talking about Taboo or Balderdash, or maybe Wits and Wagers.

“No,” you say. “I thought the kids were in bed. Let’s play an adult game.”

“An adult game?” (Shit, that sounds kinky.)

“Yeah. Let’s play poker.”

“I don’t want to lose any money,” they whine.

“It’s alright,” you say. “We can play strip poker. You bet with your clothes.”

Everyone looks around like I’m the weird one. Only half the people here are related. It’s not that weird.