Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
It's Only Fair: EP13

We all nodded. Well, this seemed perfectly dignified. Nothing inappropriate at all. Well, except for the underage drinking. But honestly, on the scale of what we'd done already, that barely registered.

Amy refilled her shot glass and leaned back in her chair. "OK, so since Brianna just went, I'll go. Never have I ever taken an AP physics course."

The twins both downed their shots. They both coughed, but steadied themselves. Amy poured them more, then gestured to me. I had to think about it for a moment.

"Never have I ever owned my own car," I said. Amy gave me a dirty look, but she did her shot.

"Never have I ever gotten a C or worse in math class," Jenna said. Both Brianna and Amy did their shots.

"That's not cool, Jen," Brianna said.

"Maybe not so granular next time," Amy said, "But still, good."

Yup, this was quite tame. Nice and safe. Brianna did hers about a sailing trip, which made everyone drink except her (we'd gone when I was in high school, but Brianna had missed it with the flu), and now we were back around. "Never have I ever had a circumcision," Amy said. The girls all giggled as I drank.

"Fine, play that way," I said, "Never have I ever had a period." Obviously, that meant all three women had to drink.

"Never have I ever..." Jenna began.

"Hang on," Brianna said, "I have to pee." She stood up from the couch, but stumbled back laughing. "Whoops!" "You ok, Bree?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah, just... Woo. Lost myself there for a sec," Brianna said. She stood again and, balancing herself on the couch, slowly made her way out of the living room. Grabbing walls as she went.

I shouldn't have been surprised. We'd killed a whole bottle of wine, had a glass of whiskey, and now we were slamming shots. What's the old saying? One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor?

I'd only had two shots, myself, but was feeling warm. The twins had each had three while Amy had done five. My older sister seemed fine, she'd drank plenty in her life and knew her limits. But our younger sisters hadn't had more than a few sips of beer before that night, as far as I knew. We were lucky they both weren't completely wrecked.

Brianna came back a few minutes later looking a bit steadier. But her face was still red as a fire hydrant and she leaned into the couch more than she sat on it.

"OK, back to it," Amy said.

"Hang on," Jenna said. Her words slurred slightly, and so she said it again. This time with one finger in the air like she was getting ready to pontificate in front of the General Assembly. "Hang on. Maybe we need to slow down on the whole thinking drink. The whole dringing ging. You know. This."

"Come on, seriously?" Amy said, "I thought we could finally hang out together. Like real adults. I guess you're still babies. You want me to read you a story before night night?"

"No!" Brianna and Jenna said together.

"So let's keep playing," Amy said.

"Fine," Jenna said, "But maybe not for alcohol."

And right then, in the midst of everything -- through the haze of alcohol and argument -- I swear I saw a twinkle in Amy's eye. "The game's not fun if there's nothing to lose," she said.

I started at that for a moment. I had a friend of a friend who told me about something his older brother had gotten into. A bunch of kids started having Mario Kart tournaments and ended up in an orgy. That's what he'd told me had started it all. Those words. It's not fun if there's nothing to lose. Did Amy understand the power of the words she'd just spoken? Heck, had she heard that very same story?

"Why don't we just play for something else?" Brianna asked.

"Like what?" Amy said, but I could tell she already had the answer in mind. She was smart enough not to say it though. "Any ideas, Chase?" Goddamn it -- my sister was so good. Jenna and Brianna may have had twin-tuition, but Amy and I had clearly mastered our own tawdry sibling telepathy.

"Well..." I started, as if I was really considering options, "How about this? Let's say on your turn you said something I'd done before. But instead of drinking I had to, maybe, take off my shirt?"

"Ooo, Chase! That's a great idea!" Amy said. She actually managed to sound surprised by my suggestion. Clearly, my sister was wasting her time as a real lawyer and ought to be playing one on TV.

"Strip Never Have I Ever," Jenna said flatly. She wasn't nearly as impressed by my ingenuity, clearly. Brianna also seemed to shake her head.

It wasn't surprising. The twins had just given me the talk about being more chaste. Now here we were, getting started all over again. Was I really going to let this opportunity go? Hell no! The USS Fuckalot had just docked right in front of us. And my dick was already waiting for me in the well-named cockpit. Fortunately, my older sister was on board, as well.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Amy said, "How much are you wearing anyway? It looks like a lot."

The twins were still wearing what they had on before: long sleeve shirts and jeans. Amy was wearing a heavy white sweater with dark slacks. I had on jeans and a t-shirt. Overall, it was pretty even. "Besides, it's nothing we haven't seen before," Amy said.

The twins turned to me, obviously looking for help. But it was sort of like when you spray a cat with water, and it runs to you for safety. Wrong choice, pal. I smiled, kindly. "It's harmless fun," I said. "Exactly," Amy said.

My younger sisters both nodded, resigned. Amy poured us more tequila ("To sip as we play," she said) and we settled back in.

"I'll start," my older sister said. She rubbed her hands together like she was getting ready to announce her evil plan to take over the world. "Never have I ever touched a girl's boob," Amy said. The twins seemed taken aback by that one.

"What?" Amy said, "If we're going to be losing clothes, then I think the questions should be dirty, too."

I shrugged and reached down for my sock.

"Socks don't count," Amy said.

"What?"

"Why not?"

"It's not fun that way," Amy said, "Besides, who's excited to see feet? No, only the good stuff: shirts, pants, underwear. That kind of thing."

I let out a deep sigh -- not nearly as upset as I pretended -- then reached down and lifted off my shirt. Of course, I had nothing on under it. One question in and I was already half naked. At least the house was well heated. But that didn't stop the rest of my body from stiffening up. We'd barely started and already I felt as hard as I ever had in my life. Then Amy said something that made my dick go from rock to diamond.

"You too, Jenna," Amy said, pointing at our brunette younger sister.

Jenna looked confused.

"Yesterday," Amy said, "When we were... Anyway, you totally touched Brianna's giant tit. Did more than just touch, if I remember."

Jenna growled in her throat, but took off her purple turtleneck. The brunette was wearing a tiny, sky-blue bra. Amy clapped as Jenna's covered boobs came out, but my younger sister only looked down at her chest with a kind of resigned disappointment.

My little sister really needed to work on her self-esteem. Size isn't the only thing when it comes to breasts and Jenna was obvious evidence of that. I couldn't wait for her to take off her bra and reveal her sexy, skinny, upturned pink titties. I had no doubt now that that moment wasn't too far away.

If I had any doubts about where the game was going, Jenna's shirtless-ness made them melt away. If I was worried about our talk earlier, about limits with my sisters, then this certainly solved that problem.

And if you thought that having already seen my sisters naked -- had done way more than just looked -- I wouldn't be so excited the second time around? Please. Once was never going to be enough. I wanted, needed, to get those girls nekkid. It was my turn, and Amy had already shown me an easy way to advance the game in my favor.

"Never have I ever kissed a boy," I said.

"Do relatives count?" Brianna asked. I could see where she was going.

"It should be, like, romantic kisses," Jenna said.

"Right, like, on the lips only," Brianna said.

"You kissed Chase on the lips yesterday," Amy told our blonde little sister.

"Just a peck," Brianna said.

"Still counts," I said.

Amy pulled off her heavy sweater. I leaned back in anticipation of my older sister's resplendent rack. But to my disappointment she had a thin pink shirt on under her top. Amy gave me a cheeky wink, seeing how she had me going. Brianna, on the other hand, had no such luck. She took off her peasant shirt, revealing a heavy black bra that poor little Jenna probably could have used as a shirt. Even then, the bra seemed barely able to contain my baby sister's massive mounds. A bit of brown areola peeked out the top of one cup, as if checking that the coast was clear. If Brianna didn't lose her underwear on her own, it seemed liable to snap off by itself.

But the blonde twin seemed barely bothered by her big reveal, launching right into her own assault on her sisters. "Never have I ever sucked a cock," Brianna said with a satisfied grin. Amy glared at her sister but took off her shirt. She was wearing a silky crimson bra that made my impossibly erect dick practically leap right off my body.

Then everything got even better as Jenna reached back and started to undo her own bra. Brianna stared at her twin, shocked.

"Last night," Jenna said.

"Wow," Brianna said.

"I needed to get him hard and... Anyway," Jenna said. She unhooked her undergarment, freeing her little titties. They bounced happily as they were released -- puffy, pink nipples standing out stiff. "How was it?" Brianna asked.

"It was really neat, actually," Jenna said. "I felt really sexy. The way he got all hard in my mouth."

"OK, enough learning time," Amy said. "Let's get on with it."