Later that afternoon

“We’re off out, kids,” Mom said, patting Emily on the shoulder.

“Where?” I asked.

“The Hollis’s are having a barbecue.”

“And they didn’t invite us?” Emily asked, feigning indignance.

“I told them you couldn’t come – you would get really bored.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, giving Emily a sly wink.

“You’re welcome. Don’t break anything.”

As soon as the sounds of the car wheels crushing the gravel driveway faded away, I leapt up and closed the curtains to the front room before lying on top of Emily and starting to make out with her on the couch. “Bit eager,” she murmured, smiling.

“You're too hot for your own good,” I whispered, creeping my hand up her thigh.

Suddenly she caught my wrist, and a smile started slowly spreading across her face. “I’ve got an idea. Set the PS up.”

“What?”

“Strip FIFA – or are you too chicken?” she smirked.

I considered for a moment. “What do I get when you’re naked?”

“I’ll do anything you want for half an hour; I will be your ****,” she whispered temptingly. “But if I win, you’ll do anything I want.”