Your gracious hosts.

"Fucking finally!" Matt cheers, throwing his fists into the air triumphantly. "How the HELL did it take this long to let me strip you?"

Sarah scoffs. "Babe, you can strip me tomorrow. Or later tonight - hell, I can put my clothes back on and you can strip me right now."

He laughs. "I'll take you up on 'tomorrow.' But for now, the agonizing wait is going to make it all the sweeter. And believe me, it's been agonizing."

"Aw, you poor baby." She leans back on her hands, stretching out her legs. "Well, wait's over. Come help me out of these pants. Unless you'd rather try to finagle my panties off first?"

Miranda and Nicole giggle at her comment. You have half a mind to do the same, but the other half is preoccupied thinking about panties.

Sarah's thinking is in line with yours. "Maybe you could snap the waistband?" she suggests. "Ooh! Or grab a pair of scissors from the kitchen! Then all the girls would be going commando!" She looks excitedly at the other girls, neither of whom quite meets her eye. Seems they find the idea just as embarrassing as it is amusing.

"...Well there's an idea," Matt says after a moment. "But we can't, right? You're wearing those nice red panties I got you."

"Oh, duh!" Sarah palms her forehead. "What the hell am I thinking? Take my pants off before I lose my mind even more."

"Can do."

As he shuffles over, you catch a brief glimpse of the tent in his boxers, and you avert your eyes as naturally as you can. The girls are no more subtle - Nicole actually fakes a cough, as if that will somehow make her seem less silly. Sarah, meanwhile, unsubtly stares directly at her boyfriend's crotch as he approaches. "Little Matt's excited, isn't he?"

"Gross," he chuckles. "But yes, he is."

He moves in close as he reaches for the button of her jeans. His face is inches from her perfect boobs. She titters in delight and leans forward, letting her nipples brush against his forehead. He releases a sharp breath, fumbling for a second with the button. Nevertheless, it comes undone easily, with the zipper following quickly. His hands move to her thighs, grabbing the fabric and pulling it down below her hips. Her hands move to his back, holding him in a loose embrace. Suddenly, she yelps as he nips her breast. Her surprise is quickly replaced again by her blissful smile, and her fingers begin to dig into his shirt.

"Are you guys gonna get a room?" Miranda inquires. "Or were we going to finish the game?"

Sarah clicks her tongue. "Yes, we're finishing the game. Matt?"

"I like it here," he mumbles into her tit.

"Matt."

He sighs dramatically. "Fine."

"Speaking of the game," Nicole says, watching intently as Sarah's fancy scarlet panties are revealed. "When exactly do we 'finish?' What's the end?"

You surprise yourself by speaking up. "Whatever we want, I think." Your sister gives you a funny look, and you check the others' faces for approval. "Right?"

"That's the idea," Sarah answers. She pops her feet out from her jeans, toes wiggling in the air. "It's a very touch-and-go game. It can end whenever you like; or, it can go on as long as you want." Her thumb plays with the waistband of her panties. "Feel free to declare yourselves the winners if I lose again."

"We shouldn't stop at one loser," you insist, beginning to shuffle the deck.

Sarah and Nicole manage to say "Oh?" at exactly the same time, prompting another round of giggles.

"Well yeah," you continue. "A winner's podium has three places, not four."

"By that logic, we might as well keep going until there's only one winner."

You stare in disbelief at your sister, letting one of the cards flutter sadly to the floor. Nicole picks it up and places it in front of her, watching you with an evil smirk. "'Course, it's gonna be me."