Chapter 4

Mark seemed impressed by Sarah’s inventiveness and somewhat dazed by having watched what was essentially a kind of porn pose, but without touching - well, not intentional touching. I had certainly brushed over it a few times as I kept failing to get it right. It’s hard to admit, but given my level of horniness that was pretty thrilling, like even despite who it was. I had these weird flashes of thoughts, like ‘Wow a cock is touching my pussy!’ But then I’d remember who it was and I’d think ‘This is really awkward.’ Then I’d look down and think, ‘That’s a really amazing looking cock!’ It was like competing feelings.

Mark was feeling a bit devious, though, and he’d noticed that with these new, high-value antes, he was rather low on funds, and that I had only 8. He wanted to give a pose that would be failed, I guess - he was trying to build up his own stash. He told Sarah to go on the couch and that dad should do the bend over from behind her pose. Dad complained that it was picking on him - he said everyone knew he couldn’t do it, so it didn’t matter. I don’t think he was actually mad - he was just pointing out the obvious.

So him and Sarah refused the pose, and Mark just took the money without dad risking hurting his neck by going upside-down on the couch.

This left me with 2 dollars, and so I had to take off my shirt. I was completely naked. After all I’d done, showing my tits didn’t feel like such a huge step - they’re not that impressive anyway, just “A” cups, which I got from mom, so I’m probably stuck that way. Sarah’s basically the same already and she’s two years younger than me.

I got my 5 dollars, but with the ante now 7, I put all my remaining money in the pot. I either had to win, or we’d be finding a new rule soon.

Dad proceeded to give me a pose, alone - basically helping me out since I was broke. It was like that one I’d given him - I had to lie like a model on the couch. He made me lie with my legs open but not like obscenely open. Actually I felt very sexy. For sure it wasn’t difficult, either.

Plus I won 28 dollars.

I decided to give dad a solo pose, returning the favor since he was now the low one - with such high antes, the amount each person had fluctuated a lot with each turn. And I was really interested in working down Mark and Sarah, at this point.

This time, I had him do like some kind of athlete or something, I guess, standing but looking manly. It didn’t really work out, but he put in his minute and got his winnings.

“That’s the boringest pose anyone has done in ages,” Sarah commented, and it was true.

But now Sarah only had 5 bucks, so she needed to go to the bank. She told us to wait, and she ran to around the corner, reappearing moments later with her panties having been extracted from under her shorts. “Now I’m Elise-style,” she teased me, but I just laughed. I’d first revealed and then openly confessed my commando state earlier, and now that I was naked, it hardly seemed to matter. Sarah tossed her purple panties into the corner, and she took another 5 bucks out of the bank. That meant she had exactly 10 bucks. But the ante was now up to 8.

She was lucky, though, because it was her turn. She was smart enough to take advantage of it. She gave me an impossible pose - this time just me alone rather than that crazy type thing with dad. She told me to do a crab walk but then I had to lift one foot and one hand. I almost did it, but not quite. Sometimes I could have managed it, but maybe I was just too distracted.

Sarah collected her winnings.

Mark, for his turn, also was more interested in building up his reserve than giving an interesting pose. He told dad to do the same crabwalk thing. It was kind of funny seeing his cock bouncing around as he tried to do it. But he definitely failed - much faster than I had.

So Mark collected his winnings, and I was the one who had a problem. I had only 5 dollars left, but the ante was 8. I pointed out that I had had no more clothes to sell.

“Someone could make a loan,” dad suggested. I nodded. “okay,” I agreed, and looked around.

Mark said, “That’s boring. She should do a bonus pose of some kind. She could get money for it.”

“How would a bonus pose be different from a regular pose?” I asked. I had been thinking similarly, but really didn’t have a good idea about this.

“How about that touching is allowed,” Mark suggested.

That seemed a typical direction to expect of a boy to suggest. I shook my head, and dad said, “I think that’s not a good idea. That’s where we probably should draw the line.”

Interesting, I thought - that finally gave me a good idea of where dad stood in this whole thing. I felt kind of grateful. It actually made me trust him more, in a weird way. Like ... knowing he was willing to set some boundaries.

Mark sat back, a bit disappointed, but not upset as far as I could tell.

“How about something like a longer time?” Sarah suggested.

“That could work,” Sarah commented. She looked over at me. “You realize you would be the first one, right?”

I nodded, but I felt like I could accept it. Perhaps she’d proposed it precisely because of that, to head off any worser possibilities.

Dad nodded too. Then Mark said, “Okay. How about one dollar for each extra minute of pose, during a pose?”

“That’s a good rate. What if there’s another person?” I asked.

Mark pondered.

Then dad said, “Well, obviously, they get an extra dollar for each extra minute, too, even if they don’t need it right then. Mostly, though, I think there would be just be one person doing a bonus pose.”

“Right. That works,” I agreed. “And no raising the ante for those extra dollars,” I suggested. Then I had another thought. “I don’t know if we want to be adding more money to circulation, though. What if ... like if you did a bonus pose for someone, and they would pay you the extra from their own money? And then if they wanted to add a person, they could but they would just have to add more money then?”

I don’t know why I was brainstorming so much, given it was going to fall on me anyway. I guess I was giving myself away, more than a little, that I was into it.

“What if nobody wants to pay the bonus pose?” Mark asked.

“I guess that would mean we stop the game,” I suggested. Dad nodded.

Sarah chimed in, saying, “Right. I mean if people want the game to go on, they will volunteer to buy the bonus pose.”

Mark sat back. “Makes sense,” he finally agreed, chewing his lip.

So we’d decided. I still felt like we needed something else - something more “interesting” - in the long long run, but it would solve the immediate problem.

It was Sarah’s turn to give the regular pose.

“So who wants to pay me 3 dollars for a 3 minute bonus pose, so I can get enough money for my next ante?” I asked.

Dad, Sarah and Mark exchanged glances. “Mark’s the richest, right now,” Sarah pointed out.

Mark shrugged, fingering his ephemeral riches. “I guess I could.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “What do you want me to do?”

He hesitated, then laughed. “I’m trying to decide if I would pay extra dollars to make you do the bonus pose with someone else.”

Sarah laughed. “It’s just monopoly money.” She seemed happy to encourage it.

Mark smiled and nodded, as if to himself. “Okay, I’ll do it. You remember when Sarah tried to get you pose like over dad, earlier? I think the same idea, but ... here, we can put these cushions down,” he said, brainstorming, pulling two small but firm cushions from the couch. “These will work.”

Mark told dad to lie down, and then had me get over his middle, kneeling with legs spread, over him, but he wedged the cushions against dad’s hips on either side, and then he told me to put my knees on the cushions, which gave me enough height that I could clear him without touching, comfortably.

Mark told me to lower down to almost touching, and then I had to hold that pose for the three minutes. It was very intense. I swear could feel the heat rising off the fat shaft, directly under me. I locked eyes with dad for a minute, but I admit that I have no idea what he was thinking.

After we finished, Mark paid each of us 3 dollars out of his own stash, and then it was Sarah’s regular turn. Somewhat generously, Sarah gave me a fairly doable solo dare, which allowed me to build up my reserves. She had me sit on the couch, with my knees up and legs really wide, just kind of displaying myself. After all the crazier stuff, including the just-completed bonus pose, it didn’t seem so crazy at all.

I took my winnings - with such high antes, I was suddenly in the lead, and dad was the one up against nothing, with exactly 8 dollars - enough for ante but not enough to survive if he didn’t win. It was Mark’s turn.

Mark, more than the rest of us, I guess, seemed motivated by a desire to “win” - whatever that meant, exactly, in this weird game. As volatile as the dollar holdings had become, he really just wanted to build up his reserves more, I guess. So he somewhat cruelly gave dad one of those yoga poses he was guaranteed to fail, leaving him with zero dollars and Mark with monopoly dollars.

And then Mark generously offered dad an 8 minute bonus pose, so he could earn his stake for the next ante, since, it now being dad’s turn, if he could get the ante he could give an impossible pose and win back a good stake.