1. Poker Night with Sis


    Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Incest, Reluctance, Author: Mathematician, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    bring a nice poker set with me. So each night we watched poker on tv, and then some nights we'd play after words for kicks and giggles. Each of us trying to do nifty tricks with my clay chips like the professionals on the tube. But at the same time, we didn't need stakes, because we were both competitive by nature and she loved the chance to gloat over her brainy goodie two shoes big brother. I just kept complaining that it was a game of luck, while she kept pointing out guys like Negreanu who won over and over demanding it was skill. I put on a good show of frustration. I made sure to make a lot of risky bets. Any time I was on a draw, I upped the bet. Winning big occasionally made it look convincing, but I'd discovered her tell early on. It was in the subtle movement of her hands. When she had a sure thing, her hands were placed close to her chips while she decided what to bet. It wasn't much, but I knew with patience it would be enough. Finally the fateful night came as I surprised my sister with a couple bottles of Sky vodka and said I was taking her down! She just laughed and insisted that being drunk wouldn't change a thing. "So why not put your money where your mouth is!" "Pfft" she rolled her eyes, "what money? You know those little leeches barely leave us with any blood." I laughed. "True enough, but I've got way more school money than I need and it's burning a hole in my pocket, so I want to play for some stakes." She gave a half hearted smile and shrug, "Sorry ...
    bubba, I just don't have the money.." I toasted our shot glasses as we both downed some vodka, "So play for your clothes." She snorted her vodka and started coughing. While I laughed playing it off as a joke. Once she got her breath though she went for it, "Ok, but how much money are we talking about here? I don't want to bankrupt ya." I waved her off and poured us some more to drink. "I'm good. Let's say we play for a couple hundred each round until you hit 3 grand." Her eyes nearly jumped out of her head. "3 grand! They must be giving you a fortune." For a moment she looked like she was about to back out, but then she said, "ummm one problem though.. I only have like 6 articles of clothing on including my socks and that's 15 rounds of play." I faked contemplation for a moment, holding my drink to my lips. I downed the drink, shivered and shrugged, "We'll make it 300 a round and play for forfeits." She drank as I poured more. "Forfeits?" "Yeah." I refilled her shot glass. "You know, like you'll watch the kids alone for the next week while I kick back and relax all day, or you have to give me foot massages each night for the rest of the summer. And then I'll write down a couple surprise ones if I manage to make it that far." I no doubt turned pale as I watched her carefully for hesitation at this point. She got a sour look on her face like she knew exactly what I meant. Then as if on cue from the heavens, we hear, "And Daniel Negreanu does it again!" I turned to the tv and said ...
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