Chapter 2

It was dad’s turn, and he had to pick Mark. He picked Mark and me again, but again he gave a pose that was more innocent. Either he wasn’t thinking about the suggestive poses that were happening, or, as I think is more likely, he was just keeping cool about it because he didn’t want to seem like some kind of weird horndog with his own kids, which would be a little bit perverted even if the kids (namely me) had started it.

So the pose he gave me and Mark was one that was more intended to make us fail at it. He made us do a kind of side by side yoga pose on one leg each, kind of mirror images. it was hard, and Mark fell down, so we lost our money. I pretended to be mad and told Mark that he had made me lose my money.

So for my turn I picked Mark and dad, and made them do the same thing, and they both fell down and I got the money.

I was surprised, then, that Sarah returned to the less innocent poses. Maybe she’d had time to think about it and had had a good idea - it was definitely a surprise, and it was a clever pose.

She picked me and Mark, and she made him sit on the couch, but then she told me to sit on his lap. But since we couldn’t touch, this was actually kind of difficult. I started out trying to sit over him sideways, but she said no - I couldn’t use my arm to hold myself up - only my feet. That basically meant I had to squat over his lap. At first I tried facing out, but balancing was too hard with him behind me, because my center of gravity had to be too near the edge of the couch, so Sarah let me turn around facing him. Then I could kind of cheat by letting my knees rest against the back of the couch on either side of him, which if Sarah noticed she didn’t care about.

That was a possible pose, definitely, but she kept telling me to squat lower, which made me feel like I was about to fall on his boner, which was semi-obvious in his shorts. I held the pose for 50 seconds but then he kind of moved slightly and hit me accidentally with his arm. Sarah called us out and I complained briefly that it was just accident and not because of losing balance, but Sarah insisted rules are rules and so we lost the money.

Mark was mad at Sarah about losing his money - or maybe about the pose, too - so he made her do the same pose with dad. They did it easily - Sarah is a bit smaller and anyway dad was better able to sit still.

That made it dad’s turn, and he kind of surprised us because he stayed on the same types of poses - meaning the more suggestive kind that I had originated. He told Sarah and Mark to do the same pose yet again, but to try to have her facing out the way she’d originally tried to get me to do. She was a bit precarious but Mark sat very still and it actually worked fine for them. Partly, because Sarah is a bit smaller than me, so she could fit herself on the edge of couch more easily over his lap.

Then it was my turn again.

I had the clever and humorous idea to make dad and Sarah do the same pose, but reversed - so dad was over Sarah. She said if he fell he would crush her to death, and we laughed but I made them try it anyway. Dad, of course, wasn’t so good at holding that kind of pose, and he only lasted about 20 seconds before falling. Fortunately he fell sideways onto the couch beside Sarah and she didn’t die.

Sarah, for her turn, tried to make Mark try the same thing over me. He complained he simply couldn’t do it after trying a bit to get in position, so she let him turn around facing me the same way she’d let me do earlier, and he was more confident about that. It made me really self conscious though because his boner was solid and very obvious in his shorts, and him squatting over my lap meant it was kind of intimate and right in front of me. It was vertical in his shorts, like tucked up toward his waistband. I felt a weird mix of excitement and nervousness as he hovered in front of me.

Then right at the end of the minute, he lost his balance and knocked me with his knee. Sarah called us “out,” and we gave up our money.

Mark was really mad, now, but he calmed down realizing it was fair by the rules. The thing was, he was out of money of the amounts we’d allowed ourselves at the beginning.

“So what’s the rule if we need more money?” he asked.

I hadn’t even realized he was getting low, but he had lost more than the rest of us, I guess. I shrugged, and dad was quiet, looking over at Sarah. She shrugged too, but I sensed she would step to the plate and make a rule if one was required. She was always happy to invent new rules, in our games when we were little, and somehow, her being the youngest, we always thought it made it more fair to let her. Still, she totally surprised me with her idea.

She giggled. “We could make it strip statues,” she suggested, half-facetiously.

Of course, given my state of mind, I thought this was a very intriguing idea. When we’d been younger, we’d messed around, as most siblings do, I’m sure, with some “strip” games, though we’d mostly chickened out on each other. The farthest it had gotten was a game of “strip Monopoly” when we were maybe 7, 8 and 9, and we’d ended up mostly naked, but we’d allowed each other to hide under the blankets we had dragged from our beds, so it hadn’t degenerated into a game of show and tell.

Anyway, I was surprised she’d suggested it - it occurs to me now that she was maybe horny too - maybe not as much as I was, but enough to send her mind down unaccustomed paths.

Mark protested immediately, and then dad opened his mouth, seemingly intending to talk. But when we all looked at him, instead he just shrugged. “You guys make the rules,” he deferred, looking back at me and Sarah.

Mark started out saying there was no way he would play “strip statutes.”

Sarah said he was a spoilsport and anyway he could probably win next turn, since it was his turn to give a pose. Mark thought for a minute, and realized she was right.

“So how does it work, then? Like the strip Monopoly we played that time?” he asked. I could see dad raise an eyebrow, curiously - obviously he didn’t know about that. But still he stayed quiet.

Sarah shrugged, thinking. “Yeah,” she agreed, finally. “Like ... you can buy some more dollars from the bank for some clothing item.

I chimed in, saying, “Well, but some people might be wearing different numbers of clothing items.”

“Them’s the breaks,” Sarah giggled, oggling toward me as if she knew my situation. In retrospect, I know she did.

In fact, I was only wearing two items - my loose tshirt and my shorts. She probably had 4, including her little bra and panties, and dad and Mark each probably had three. I decided I didn’t care. I realized I would have to accept that. Part of me thrilled at the idea of ending up naked.

Interestingly, our little exchange seemed to give Mark the encouragement he needed to accept the rule. Suddenly he whipped off his tshirt and threw it at the corner of the room, and said, “So that’s 500 bucks from the bank, right?”

Sarah and I both laughed. “Not 500,” I protested. “The stakes are different. How about ... uh, 5 bucks?” I looked at Sarah. She nodded.

“That sounds good,” she agreed. “But like that other time, no putting things back on.”

“I know,” Mark agreed. And with that, our fates were sealed, I think. More than just “statues,” we were now playing “strip statues.” Lewdness seemed inevitable, despite the company.

It was Mark’s turn, but even with his new extra 5 dollars, Sarah was winning by far. She had a little hoard of 19 dollars.

So, cleverly, Mark deliberately gave a quite innocent but difficult yoga-like pose to dad, knowing he would fail. That way he got his winnings, and in fact he now had a good amount, because, like the strip Monopoly before, we’d placed a high value on an item of clothing.

Then it was dad’s turn. He took a revenge on Mark, making him do the same difficult pose, and making him fail, and taking away a little bit of Mark’s winnings that way, too.

The “strip” factor had somewhat changed the game. I was thinking about how it might play out. I thought that if Mark ended up having to strip more, he might have a tantrum or something and quit, ending the game. I kind of thought Sarah might react that way too, but I was less sure about that.

So I realized that the best possibility was for me or dad to end up “losing” more, sooner - me because at this point I was happy to end up naked, and dad because I figured he’d play “cool” about it, in his style, and wouldn’t complain as long as everyone else was happy to keep playing.

If I gave an “easy” pose to Mark and Sarah, then I would lose the money. So that’s what I did. I made them do a “double crabwalk” pose but with Sarah under and Mark above. His bulge was kind of over her face, and I saw her looking at it, but it was mostly pretty mild. I felt very sneaky as I lost my money. I still had 9 dollars, but I was lowest.

Basically, that was the point where I set my mind on intentionally losing, wondering how that would play out.

I admit I had had some fantasies, in my private brain, about exhibitionism. But since I actually pretty much lacked any real experience with sex stuff (except masturbation, obviously), I’d always been too nervous to do much about it. Now, it seemed, the situaiton was going to make it happen, and although I would never have specifically chosen my family as the “targets” of my first major exhibitionism, weirdly I found it rather exciting, too.

It was Sarah’s turn. I think she was feeling confident with her lead, so she chose a pose that was fairly easy for me and Mark. It was the “lap pose” as we were calling it, but with me facing out, which in fact I hadn’t done yet since I’d turned around that first time to try that. She insisted I spread my legs a lot, though, making me think she’d figured out my pantilessness and was getting me to show it off. I definitely saw dad’s eyes glancing down, but then they kind of did that when Sarah was posing too, so I’m not sure that’s an indicator. Mark was behind me so he missed the show, if there was one. I certainly felt like something was showing, anyway.