[IDareYouTo!]

Now we were getting down to it.

The five of us sat back down at the table, glasses of wine at hand, and the
truth is we were running out of clothes! It wasn’t going to be long, at the
rate we were going, before we knew which of us was going to the big
loser, and I wasn’t sure myself who I hoped it would be, I kept going back
and forth between Janet, my little brat, the one who had caused me the most
sheer frustration as a teenager, and maybe Melissa, if only because she’s
the one who came up with the whole idea!

I had on a demure pair of denim shorts that came down to just above my
knee, and a lacy white modest bra. Rebecca was down to her panties,
and Kate, her twin, had on canvas shorts and undies under them, both the
twins had their tits on display. I was a little surprised to see that Becky
had a tattoo on her right breast, a rather cute little red rose with a green
stem that wound around her nipple. I wondered what her two teenaged
kids would have said if they knew their mother had a tattoo on her boob.

Janet and Melissa were down to bra and panties, putting hem a bit ahead
of the Rebecca and a little behind me. But things looked likely to come to
an end pretty soon.

So it was that five very tipsy women now dealt a new hand and pondered
the cards, the stakes were getting high! My hand wasn’t too bad, I had
four tens, and a jack in the same suit as one of my tens. But it could
have been better, too.

I looked blearily at the faces of my daughters, we were all in a giggly,
silly mood now, tipsy and sitting there nearly naked had its effect on us.
It was all so silly and at the same time had the oddest edge of taboo about
it, it had us all laughing and teasing each other. Under the table, our feet
and legs kept bumping into each other, and one of my daughters actually
rubbed her bare toes on the sole of my foot as if we were playing footsie!

The first few bets were cautious, and I concluded that Kate liked her hand,
but that Becky was nervous about hers. I could not quite get a ‘read’ on
Mel, but Janet had an excited gleam in her eyes that made me nervous in
spite of my own good hand.

As the pot grew, first Rebecca folded, then Melissa. Kate lasted another
two rounds, leaving it to me and Janet. Finally, I called, and it turned
out that Jan had four kings! As she raked in the pot, I sighed and took a
count of my remaining holdings, since that, rather than who had had the
best hand, would determine the winner of the hand.

When we compared pots, though, we had a little surprise. Jan was the
big winner that hand, considering she’d just raked in the whole betting
pot. No surprise. Mel was second, but to our surprise, the twins and I
all had exactly the same amount of money in our personal pots. We had
not figured on that when we agreed on the rules of the game, and thus a
quarter-drunk debate started on exactly what a tie meant under our rules!

Five women, already a little drunk and in a silly stupid mood, did not
make for a very sensible discussion. I still don’t quite know how we got
to the decision, but we agreed that the twins and I would each do a dare
instead of losing any items, since it was a 3-way tie.

“Mom first,” Janet said with a grin. “Let’s see, what should you do,
what would be fun? Got it! Mom, I want you to kiss Kate’s tits, on
the nipples, both of them!”

“What?! Jan, I can’t do that!”

“It’s that or lose an item, Mom!”

I was drunk enough that I couldn’t quite seem to decide why it was
so weird an idea, I just knew it was. Kate seemed to find it funny,
though, she turned to face me, and with a blush I’m sure had my
face redder than a fine wine, I leaned over and planted a quick and
affectionate little motherly kiss on each of my daughter’s nipples!

They felt warm to my lips, the idea was weirder than the deed.

Everybody seemed to find what we had just done hilarious, and I
was laughing myself, which is how tipsy we were, college girls have
nothing on middle-aged moms when we get drunk enough!

“OK, the twins,” Janet said, “I think a combination dare...do I dare
make this dare? Or would that be too d-daring?”

My youngest’s voice was a little unsteady as she giggled over her
play on words, which sounded pretty funny through the wine in
our heads.

“Kate, Becky...”

“Yes?” Rebecca said. “Let’s get it over with!”

“I want you two to kiss, on the lips, just like you’d kiss a guy, for
one minute!”

“You want Beckers and me to make out?!” Kate exclaimed in shock.

“Well, yeah,” Janet giggled. “Or a good French kiss, anyway! Come
on, I want to see it!”

A moment later, one of my twins, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy
panties, nervously padded around to where her identical twin sat, in
a pair of canvas shorts. Becky pulled up a chair to sit facing her twin,
and leaned in, eyes closed, and she and her twin’s lips clumsily met.

Part of me wondered if maybe we were going too far, another part of
me was watching in a strange fascination as my twins kissed. After
a moment of hesitation, they started to do it more willingly, we saw
their tongues moving, they had their eyes closed and I wondered if
they were pretending they were kissing guys.

Jan and Melissa were cheering them on in a tipsy way, and after just
a moment I heard my own voice, to my surprise, join the chorus!
It was kind of fun to watch them kissing like that, identical twins,
pressed up close, it was strange but oddly natural-seeming. Their
breasts pressed together, and their lips were busy, and it was really
one of the oddest moments of my life watching my daughters
busily making out!

After a minute or so they parted, and Kate grinned and said,
“Wow, sis! You’re a better kisser than my ex-husband!”

“I kissed a girl and I liked it!” Janet sang unsteadily, a big
stupid smile on her face at her older sister's antics, and Mel
slapped at her.

As Becky padded back to her chair, she sighed and said, “I
hate to admit it, twin of mine, but...you’re not a bad kisser
yourself!”

With a nervous breath, I picked up the deck to deal the next
round.

TO BE CONTINUED...