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STRIP SNOOKER

PART 3


“So, what’s it to be?” James repeated. He was getting impatient.

Lucy sighed. “My top,” she said.

“Okay,” James said.

Lucy pulled her top off over her head, ruffling her long blonde hair and revealing a pink bra. Her breasts were not too big, but not too small either. James licked his lips at the delights to come.

He lined up his next shot, the red hanging over the corner pocket. It went in, leaving James on the yellow into the middle pocket. He potted it and screwed back for the other red into the green corner pocket. He replaced the yellow and potted the next red. That was enough but he had to continue his break and he needed to leave himself on one of the remaining three reds at the top of the table.

He looked at the blue. He hit it half-ball, not potting it but taking the cue ball up the table and leaving it near the remaining three reds. “Three balls potted,” he said to Lucy. “That means you have to remove...”

“I know, I know,” Lucy said.” She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, exposing a small pair of pink panties which matched her bra. She pulled her shorts off, one foot at a time, and dropped them on the floor beside her top. “Like what you see?” she said, sarcastically.

“Yes, thanks,” James said. “I have one more go before you get a turn.” He got down for his shot. He lined up one of the three remaining reds but it was not easy. He hadn’t got onto it as he had hoped. He rolled it towards the corner pocket but it hit the other red and ran off course. It wobbled and stopped a couple of inches from the pocket. The cue ball was not far away from it.

James had never seen Lucy move as fast as she did at that moment. He thought she was ready to play her shot before the ball had stopped moving. She got down and potted the red easily, leaving her with a straight black into the opposite corner. She potted it and waited for James to put it back on its spot.

“Eight,” Lucy said.

The final red however was near the side cushion, after James’ shot and was not able to be potted. Unless...

Lucy used her cue like she had seen professional players do on the television and tried to judge a double off the cushion into the middle pocket.

James knew what she was planning. “You’ll never do it,” he said.

“Look at me,” Lucy said, “Down to my fucking undies. What have I got to lose?”

“Er... your undies?”

Lucy ignored him and lined up her double. She took the shot and the red bounced off the cushion and rolled towards the...

“Shit,” James said.

...middle pocket and it dropped in cleanly.

“Nine,” Lucy said.

“Okay,” James said, “We’re not keeping scores in this game. It’s new rules remember.”

Lucy looked at the position of the balls. She had to pot a colour. Lucy aimed the cue ball at the brown. The brown went past the yellow but just missed the corner pocket.

“Oh, well,” Lucy said. “Three balls potted so you have to take something off.”

James thought about his socks but decided to be a bit more adventurous and save his socks if he needed them later. “My t-shirt,” James said, pulling it off and showing his toned torso.

“Very nice,” Lucy said. “You keep yourself in good shape.”

”Thanks.” James got down to take his next shot. He struck the final red which by now was relatively free of obstructions. It headed towards the pocket but stopped short of falling. James’ only saving grace was that the cue ball stopped close to the black making cueing awkward.

Lucy looked at the table. She lined up a shot to pot the remaining red. It wasn’t easy cueing over the black but she potted the red into the top corner and then copied James by rolling up to the black.

“Okay, a truth,” Lucy said, “Do you masturbate?”

“Do bears shit in the forest?” James said.

“Is that a yes or a no?” Lucy said.

James sighed. “Yeah,” he said, looking at the table. “I need the yellow, green and brown if you’re going to take off your bra...” He winked at Lucy. “Or your panties.”

“Dream on,” Lucy said. “Even Ronnie O Sullivan couldn’t do that.”

James lined up a long shot on the yellow down the length of the table. It would just squeeze past the brown and, if he could screw back enough, he could pot the green into the opposite corner, leaving the brown into the yellow corner pocket.

He potted the yellow, screwed back, cut the green into its pocket and stunned the brown into the yellow pocket. He smiled at Lucy who was taken aback by what she had just witnessed.

James knew he couldn’t pot the blue but he needed the remaining three balls for his next break. He couldn’t afford to let Lucy pot a ball. He rolled up to the blue ball, leaving both blue and cue ball on the side cushion.

“Okay,” he said, “Three balls potted so, what are you going to take off?”

Lucy looked as if she was about to cry. “Please,” she said, “Don’t make me.”

“Rules are rules,” James said.

“Please,” she said, “I’ll do...” she stopped before she said it.

James knew what she was going to say. “You’ll do anything?”

Lucy shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“You might be safer just taking one of your items off, Luce,” James said, “Because if I give you a forfeit, you might not like it.”

“What will it be?” Lucy asked.

“If you refuse to take off either your bra or panties, you’ll have to give me a blow job, right now,” James said.

“A... a... blow...?”

“Job. Yeah,” James raised his eyebrows as if demanding a decision from his sister.

“But I don’t know how to...” she bit her lip. “Okay,” she said finally, “I’ll take my bra off.” She put her snooker cue down, more gently this time.

James waited.

Lucy reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She slowly slid the straps off her shoulders but held the cups against her breasts.

“All the way,” James said. He was glad he hadn’t removed his trousers because he had a raging hard-on right now and it would be visible through his boxers.

Lucy dropped her bra, revealing her nicely-proportioned breasts.

“Beautiful,” James said. He hadn’t meant to say it but it just slipped out.

“Do you think so,” Lucy said. “I thought you liked large breasts.”

“I like all breasts,” James said.

“Oh.” Lucy picked up her cue. “Well, let’s get this game finished before mom comes looking for us.” She lined up the cue ball and the blue along the side cushion towards the corner pocket.

She hit it. The blue wobbled in the jaws of the corner pocket but stayed out.

James licked his lips. This is it, he thought to himself, I’m going to see Lucy’s pussy.

James never concentrated on a shot more than he did on this one. He potted the blue, screwed across the table for the pink. He potted the pink in the middle pocket. That left just the black. If he missed the black, Lucy would have to do a difficult dare; if he potted the black, Lucy would lose her panties. Either way, he won.

James took another look at Lucy, then got down for what he hoped would be his final shot.

He hesitated for a few moments then lined up the black. It would have to be a quarter-ball shot in order to pot it in the corner as he wasn’t on it properly. He lined it up then took the shot.

James looked at Lucy. “If I get it, you take your panties off,” he said,” But if I miss, I’m going to dare you to take your panties off.” He waited for a response that never came. “So,” he continued, “Shall we leave the game here and you just take your panties off?”

“Bastard,” Lucy spat out.

“Tell you what,” James said, “If you take them off now...” James was rock hard, “I’ll show you my penis.”

“Will you?” Lucy said.

James nodded.

“Okay,” Lucy said, “Don’t bother taking your shot.” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

James put his cue down on the table and watched in delight as heaven was suddenly revealed to him.

Lucy pulled her panties down to her thighs then sat down on the floor to take them off properly. She stood up, revealing her slit surrounded by wispy golden pubes.

“Beautiful.” This time, James really did mean to say it.

“Thank you.”

James continued to admire the sight in front of him. It was the first time he had ever seen his sister naked.

“Your turn then,” Lucy said.

“Oh, yeah.” James unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. He grabbed both his trousers and his boxers together and pulled them both down together, his erect penis springing up as it was released from its prison.

“Wow,” Lucy said, “It is... big.”

“What do you want to do now?” James said.

Lucy studied James’ penis for a bit longer then said: “James... seeing as it’s your birthday... Do you still want that blow job?”



THE END... OR IS IT?