“What do ya mean?” he asked, not quite believing what he’d heard.

“We play Jenga for it,” Twyla repeated excitedly.

“So you want to play Jenga ... for a car. Is that right?” he asked again, looking from Twyla to her twin, Tammy, and then back again.

“Yes, Daddy,” they answered pretty much together.

They’d been on at him to get them a car for nearly a year, ever since they got their provisional licenses at sixteen, but he had enough trouble just keeping food on the table, what with trying to keep them in school until they graduated, and payments on the house, and everything fucking else!

“You won’t have to drive us around all the time,” Tammy said, sensing he might be weakening.

“And we’d be able to run errands,” Twyla added, going in for the kill, or so she hoped.

He’d heard all the arguments before, and they were good ones; he just simply couldn’t afford it. Rather than say no, something inside him made him ask, “So if you win, I buy you a car. What do I get if I win?” He assumed that they wouldn’t be able to come up with anything worthwhile, and was a bit surprised when they went into a little huddle, their whispered voices not quite audible to him.

As they conspired, they kept throwing glances at him, then back to more giggles and hushed voices.

When they finally turned around, both looked kind of triumphant ... and a little excited. “We’ll do the housework...” Tammy began.

“You’re already supposed to do the--” he started to interrupt.

“ ... in our underwear,” she finished.

To say that Jed was shocked would be an understatement. To be fair, both of his daughters were undeniably stunning young beauties, and he’d long ago given up trying to persuade them to dress in less revealing clothes. Whenever he’d brought up the subject when they were younger, they’d just teased him something awful, and then gone right ahead and worn even less. But he’d always tried to be subtle when he’d let his eyes linger on a firm young bronzed thigh, or pert breast, or a butt straining for escape from a pair of tiny cut-offs. Clearly, he hadn’t been subtle enough, though. The idea of them both cleaning the house in what he knew were very skimpy bras and panties made his manhood swell.

Possibly because the tingling in his groin muddied his thinking, or possibly because he was sure that he was the better Jenga player, before poor Jed knew what was happening, the words, “Alright, you’re on,” were spilling from his lips. ‘Oh, fuck. What have I done?!’ instantly followed, but only in the privacy of his head.

It was half past ten on a Friday night, and their marathon games had been known to go on for hours. “Tomorrow evening?” Tammy suggested, figuring that their father would have his customary afternoon beers in his favorite watering hole.

“OK,” he agreed somewhat nervously, warning himself to take it easy in Big Ed’s beforehand.

Even without the stakes involved, a game of Jenga had become quite a serious thing in the Stevenson household. No moves were taken hurriedly. All blocks were carefully prodded and studied before a target was selected. And even then, if it stuck, it might be abandoned in favour of a safer option. All that, and just to avoid the finger-and-thumb, ‘L’ shaped gestures on the forehead, and gleeful cries of ‘Loser’ that accompanied the crashing down of the blocks.

Jed cursed himself numerous times in the intervening hours for once again letting his dick rule over his head, but a bet was a bet; he would just have to make damned sure that he won.

Tammy and Twyla, meanwhile, had talked about it and knew that it was a win-win for them. Sure, a car would be awesome, but both loved the way that their daddy looked at them in their favoured crop tank tops with either low rise denim mini skirts, or Daisy Dukes. He was a rugged and very handsome man, and his work as a line repairman kept him in great shape. Ever since they were little, they’d been fascinated by the way the front of his jeans got so tight when they let him have a little peek. The idea of prancing around the house in nothing but their teeny undies made them hug each other and squeal with excitement.

All watched as the tower was carefully constructed by Twyla, each hoping to spot something to their advantage. It would have helped Jed if her top hadn’t had such a deep V neck - the upper slopes of her beautiful C-cup breasts already distracting him - but then she’d been fully aware of that when she’d picked it out, along with the half cup, push-up bra that she was wearing under it.