Chapter 3

I wondered if I could get Mark to show off more. Unfortunately, since Mark and Sarah had posed last time, I couldn’t do them again, exactly. I had to include dad. Anyway, he was shirtless, now, so maybe his bulge would show more. I figured the crabwalk was best for showing off a guy, so I told dad to go back to that. I wanted to try something different for Sarah. Instead of having her squat over his bent-back head and lean over him, I told her to “pretend riding a horse,” straddling his torso. I had her facing down his body, so she could see the shape in this shorts, though that didn’t really give dad much to look at. Anyway, she was playful and cute doing that. Dad still didn’t have a boner, but I was right that without his shirt as a kind of shield, his lump showed more.

It was easy money for them.

Sarah, as usual, jumped on bandwagon of my new pose, and so she had me and Mark do the same thing. It was easy, and I liked looking down at how obvious his boner was in his shorts, half a foot away from me where I squatted over his rather buff tummy. It was like it was pointing at me.

Mark was about to have Sarah and Dad do the same thing, but he realized dad was down to 3 dollars again, and so he seemed to have some reason to want to prevent him from winning. Instead, he thought for a minute, and he told me and Sarah to do it, with Sarah over me. It wasn’t hard for us, and I think I don’t show so much in that position, since it’s hard to spread my legs so much or control how the shorts fit on me.

Of course, that meant dad was down to one dollar again. This time, since the ante was now two, he had to cash in his shorts to get another 5 dollars, which of course made the ante 3. Sarah and I both laughed at dad’s mock consternation at the math, and Sarah now told Mark that the ante inflation idea had been a good one.

Dad was wearing briefs - not white but a gray color - kind of boring but definitely rather tight. That explained his bulge control, but now, without his shorts, it was definitely more obvious, kind of tucked in a curled position at his crotch, it seemed.

I wondered if dad would end up the first one naked.

I wondered if he was okay with that. It kind of seemed like he was, actually.

I wondered if, removing his briefs, his cock would finally go to boner. I shook my head, thinking that this was not a very good thing to think about your dad. Then I laughed at myself because I actually thought, “he’s a grown-up - he can handle it,” which is a phrase I hear him sometimes use about other people. Then I had this involuntary visualization of him then handling his boner. Which, I can honestly say, was not a visual that had ever occurred to me before, and it made me laugh at myself again.

That all raced through my brain pretty fast. It was dad’s turn, and he must have realized he needed to give an impossible pose, to build up his money. So he told Mark and Sarah to do the pushups thing again, but he said Mark had to do the pushup position with only one hand and one leg. I’ve actually seen dad do this, for a short time, and I think Mark has too. But either from nervousness or whatever he only held it for about 35 seconds this time, and then he kind of fell, shifting sideways so he didn’t squash Sarah.

That meant dad took the cash, which was now based on an ante of 3, not two.

It was my turn. As was becoming my habit, I felt like it was on me to try to come up with something new. I almost chose Mark and Sarah, as usual, but Mark was being pretty comfortable with his boner showing so I wasn’t sure I needed to “protect” him so much. Also, I was curious if now that dad was down to one layer, if he would respond more to some situation.

Finally, I tried a kind of modification on the pushup pose, that seemed kind of sexy to me. I told Sarah to lie on her back, but instead of putting her legs out, I made her tuck them up like hugging her knees, but holding her legs apart, too. This really spread her crotch area. Then I put dad over her in push up position, his face over her crotch and his crotch over her face. She had to lay her knees really wide apart to not be touching him in that position - almost like sitting “Indian style” and then lying back.

Of course they held the pose, but I know dad’s eyes were looking down, and I know Sarah was looking at his bulge too. Obviously I couldn’t measure, but after he got up from that I think the bulge was bigger, too.

They split their dollars and it was Sarah’s turn.

At this point, though, I had a dilemma, because I was down to one dollar. So I would have to lose a piece of clothing.

I had been trying to decide which I would lose - the shirt or the shorts.

On the one hand, losing the shirt was more “natural” I thought. After all, a girl is supposed to be more okay showing her tits than her pussy. But on the other hand, in this particular situation, several factors made losing my shorts first more logical. Firstly, they’d already seen it - at least glimpses of it, up my shorts legs. Secondly, I could kind of sit more modestly, only showing during poses.

Anyway, I had to decide. First, I announced the obvious. “I hate to say, but I didn’t really dress well for a strip game. I confess I’m not wearing underwear. So ... um...”

I let that hang for a minute. I think everyone already knew that. Still, I had to put it in the open, I felt. Then I said, “Anyway, um. I guess anything I take off will show stuff. I think I’m going to take off my shorts because at least then I can sit more modestly.” There, I’d made my decision.

Without making a big deal of it, I slipped off my shorts and tossed them in the corner, where the other three items had landed.

Sarah kind of stared at me, seemingly impressed with my apparent “bravery” - at least, that’s how I read it. Maybe I was flattering myself.

Of course dad kept pretending he wasn’t that interested, though I felt like I was seeing through that, now. Mark, on the other hand, was openly staring, as only a boy that age can, I suppose. I wasn’t really even showing, since I was sitting with my legs together on the couch. So he was mostly staring at my absence of shorts, like the curve of my butt or something.

The ante was now 4 dollars.

Sarah was clearly interested in making me repeat the same pose she and Mark had just done, with me bottomless now, but then she realized that, with me at 6 dollars and the ante at 4, it might be more interesting to force me to give up 4 dollars. I could see the gears spinning in her head. She was thinking to herself, “should I?”

She didn’t. She gave me and Mark do the same pose she and dad had just done. Definitely it was at a whole different level with me bottomless. Mark, of course, mostly having lost his shyness, was happy to stare at my now naked pussy from his position above for the required minute. I felt no embarrassment - I was too turned on, maybe. I was only excited.

So of course, I’m showing my pussy to the whole family, including my brother getting a close-up view. My pussy, I should remind you, that I’ve been playing with for two days without cumming. So it was a pussy that was really happy to have everyone looking at her, to be honest - she didn’t seem to care just who it was that was doing the looking. It was a very strange rush, and I swear I sort of felt like I almost mini-orgasmed just from the situation, without touching or anything.

It was Mark’s turn. I grabbed my cash and waited to see what the little perv (not in a bad way, I mean, just the fact of it) would have me do.

My heart was beating so hard. I nearly ran to the bathroom but I knew I didn’t need to pee, that it was something else. So I restrained myself.

Mark was quite clever. I think he wanted to make me show, but without letting me win. He went back to that complicated pose we never named, where I would sit on the couch, and then dad had to lean down over me from behind me, resting his head on the sofa upside-down. Of course, dad couldn’t pull this off, and we all knew it. But interestingly, rather than refuse, which would have allowed me to keep my modesty, dad said he’d give it a try, which forced me to get in the pose with my legs up and spread, while he got over me, straddling my head with his knees on the back of the couch, and tried to lean down into the position.

Meanwhile, I was showing myself more. Dad took seemingly forever to try to get in position and finally give up. We forfeited the pot, and I was finally allowed to go back to sitting normal.

It was dad’s turn. But ... I was down to 6 dollars, so after one more turn, I wouldn’t have enough to ante again.

In fact, it seemed like dad was understanding the situation. He announced that it probably was for the best if I had a chance to stay in the game, so he gave me a really simple pose - and it was just to me, not to me and Mark for example. He told me to get in the locked leg and bent over pose. He made me move around till my butt was toward all of them, and then I just held that pose. I wondered if dad had figured out his daughter was an exhibitionist. I was definitely exhibiting.