7th August 2007
Sister playing strip poker. - REAL NICE STORY
Ok you've heard of friends playing strip poker before but have you ever heard one where the object of lust was your own sister? It was a late Sunday afternoon after we had finished watching football that my college buddies pawan, rajesh, kabir and I decided to play some poker. My little sister Swati walked in the door after a day of shopping at the mall, clutching shopping bags in both hands.
"Well lookey here. The brat pack are at it again!" she chimed as she sauntered into the living room where we were playing.
rajesh gave her a wolf whistle as she walked up and I gave him a playful jab to indicate that I was just protecting my sister. I peered over my cards to see what had caught his attention and noticed she was wearing one of her short summer dresses that showed off a generous amount of cleavage and came about 6 inches above her knees. I had seen my sister in various stages of undress before but just couldn't ever bring myself to think of her sexually because well, she's my little sister! But I'm a guy and I do notice a nice body even if it does happen to belong to my sister.
Swati is a petite little thing at 5'3" and weighing in at a light 100 pounds. Her shoulder length hair had a nice little bounce to it and her eyes sparkled a deep blue whenever she looked at you. If she wasn't my sister I'd be the first to admit that I'd be all over that in a second. I concentrated back on my cards as Swati continued down the hall to her room with all eyes following her ass as it swayed from side to side. Just before she reached her door she turned around and caught all of us staring and winked knowingly.
"I've got some outfits I wanna model for you boys to get some male opinion if you don't mind," she said before disappearing into her bedroom and closing the door behind her.
"Damn Ravi your sister is fine dude!" kabir said as he threw his bet in the pile and dealt out the cards.
"Yeah man, what I would give for a piece of that ass!" pawan agreed.
"Aww c'mon guys. She's my little sister and she's still in high school,” I countered back not angry but annoyed because I knew deep down inside I would say the same thing if I wasn't her brother.
"Dude. You know you'd do her if you two weren't related. Heck I'd bet you'd do her anyways,” laughed rajesh.
"No, no, I don't think of her that way," I said unconvincingly.
A few minutes later my sister stepped out modeling a black mini dress with thin straps that showed off smooth bare shoulders and lots of legs. It clung to her perky little breasts and pert little ass.
"What do you boys think of this?" she said as she twirled around causing the bottom of her dress to spin up higher revealing her creamy thighs.
"Woohoo!" kabir whistled.
"You look hot Swati," pawan complimented.
"Oh yeah" is all rajesh could muster up saying.
I remained silent and just nodded my head. She quickly disappeared back into her room and we were all left a little flustered.
"C'mon dude. Don't even try to lie and say that didn't look hot to you,” teased pawan.
"No, no it doesn't do anything for me," I tried to bluff.
"Bullshit!" rajesh playfully jabbed me back. "I bet you if you saw a little bit more you'd be rock hard just like the rest of us."
He was right. I could feel myself pitching a small tent inside my pants and cursed at myself silently for not having better restraint.
"I've got an idea to test that theory,” added kabir. "Let's invite her to play strip poker with us."
"What? Are you crazy? We can't do that man. She's my sister!" I tried to argue.
"Let's leave it up to her," rajesh countered.
My sister came walking back out and asked, "What's all the commotion about?"
She now had on a short white summer dress that was partially see-thru because of the sunlight coming through the living room windows. The light was coming in behind her and silhouetted her body nicely, the contour of her legs and thighs showing through the thin material. All four of us could clearly see the outline of her petite body displayed before us.
"Well all of us were bored and wanted you to join us for some poker," kabir slyly said.
"Oh yeah? But I already spent all my money at the mall" my sister replied.
"That's ok Swati. We were thinking of playing for something else. Maybe your clothes," rajesh winked.
"Ha, ha!" my sister replied. "Strip poker eh?"
"Yup," pawan chimed in.
"Sounds like fun but I don't know. It'd be kinda weird with Ravi here and all. I mean he's my brother," Swati said.
"Eh don't worry about him. Besides he probably won't ever win a hand,” said kabir.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was about to be playing strip poker with a bunch of my college pals and my little sister.
"But what about dad? He'll kick our asses if he walks in and sees this," I said as I tried to think of a way out of this.
"Duh! He went to dinner at Wolfgang Puck's. Tonight's his date remember? He's not gonna be home for a few more hours," Swati reminded me.
Oh yeah I thought to myself. After our parent's divorced a year ago, Dad was dating again and Swati was right that he usually didn't come home until pretty late on the evenings that he went out.
"Woohoo!" all three guys hollered with their fists pumped up in the air.
"But if I'm gonna play we need to even out the stakes cuz you guys are wearing way more clothes than me," Swati said, counting off numbers on her fingers and pointing to articles of clothes we were wearing.
"Lets see: shoes, socks, pants, a belt, underwear, and a shirt are what you guys all seem to be wearing so that makes what? 7 pieces of clothing for betting. I only have on 4 so I need to go put on 3 more things," she calculated.
"4?" we all quizzed.
Judging from what she had on: heels, her dress and probably a pair of panties added to 4. So did that mean she wasn't wearing a bra?
"I need to put on a bra and some stockings and that will even things up," Swati said as she twinkled her eyes and disappeared back into her room.
"Wow, this is gonna be intense man!" kabir hooted.
Swati appeared a couple of minutes later and we made room for her at the table.
"Ok a couple of rules guys," she started. "My bra and thong stays on last. Whoever that wins the round can remove the item of clothing from the loser of that round."
"Sounds good to me but if kabir loses his hand from me he can remove it himself," rajesh remarked as we all laughed.
"Ante up!" everyone yelled.