Yes

Eric returned shortly. "She's changing," he said casually, "but she says I owe her one after this. She also says you'd better not **** having her WhatsApp contact."

Jake couldn't trust his own thoughts and he was kicking himself for not asking for nudes, but Eric waited calmly for a reply. After a very long and very awkward pause, Jake offered Eric a "pity prize" of choosing a different game.

Twenty minutes later, the bets almost seemed forgotten and unreal. Jake was struggling to remember the controls for this old version of Street Fighter when his phone buzzed and Eric shut up mid-shit-talk. Jake had an unknown number requesting a connection and sure enough, it was Janie. She was sending fresh-taken bikini photos.

Janie had made some effort at sexy poses and Jake's cock was expressing interest, but the bikini itself was unimpressive. Plain, blue, conservative cut. Janie had a nice ass and legs but her rack was average. She was too slim and athletic for Jake's taste but the personal nature of the photos did a lot of work.

"Is that the bulge of approval, then." Janie was standing in the doorway, pointing at Jake's crotch. She had thrown her t-shirt back on, apparently over the bikini.

Jake looked down at where his manhood was pressing up against his jeans. He blushed and stammered out a nonsense reply.

Janie sat down on the other side of her brother. "If you little shits won't let me sleep, I'm going to defend myself. No more fuckboy bets on my behalf."

"Well..." Jake collected his thoughts and looked for a smooth way to keep pressing his luck. "Eric is Mr. Epic Fail tonight. I bet you could beat him in Street Fighter."

The siblings laughed. Janie wasn't a gamer, and Eric didn't lose at Street Fighter.

"If you lose, then no hard feelings about the bets. If you win, Eric watches you blow me." Jake slapped his hand to his own mouth as those words left it. He couldn't believe he had said that and he was never going to get forgiveness for it. That wasn't even a prize for her!

"Yeah, sure," Janie said casually. "I can forgive him for getting unlucky with those bets."

Eric nodded along and passed the controller from Jake to Janie.

Jake couldn't let that go. "You serious? I thought you hated me?"

Janie shrugged. "You've been insufferable since you hit puberty but boys always are. My brother would die of shame if he lost to me and die of shame again if I sucked you off. Anyway, you know I'm going to lose."