Bored Siblings 1...

[IDareYouTo!]

NOTE: This story is fiction for fun!

It wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been such a boring day!

What is 'it'? Well, let me explain. To begin with, there's me, Sandra Davis, the
oldest of the three Davis siblings. My younger sibs are my little sister Karen, and
our baby brother Keith. Now, when I say 'baby brother' and 'little sister', I'm
speaking relatively, no pun intended. None of us are children anymore, at the
time this happened, I was 43, Karen was 40, and Keith was 38. The three of us are
all single parents, having said 'I do' and later 'I don't' with our respective mates back
in our 20s and early 30s. Three middle-aged adults with ex-spouses and kids and
responsible jobs and all the rest of the little paraphernalia of adult life.

So it would not have happened except that we were so bored!

The thing was, it was early spring, and all our kids were staying with our various
exes, and Karen, Keith, and I were all together because we’d had to get together
to deal with some legal issues left over from when our parents’ estate was passed
down after she passed away some years before. They had left us some money, not
enough to make us all rich by any means, but a fair bit of cash for each of us.

Anyway, Karen and Keith were at my place, it was raining outside, there was not a
thing on TV to watch, (hundreds of satellite channels and all there is on is old sitcoms
and sports, and there were no good games on).

We’d been talking over old times, and we’d all had some beer, bringing back stories
of when we’d snuck booze back in high school. We talked about Mom and Dad
and college and work and our various rotten exes (actually, except for Karen’s,
they were not too bad). We talked about our kids and their schools and all the other
things that adult siblings talk about when they get together.

Now, finally a decent baseball game started on the TV, which held Keith’s interest,
but was less appealing to Kay and me. So we were playing cards while Keith cheered
on the Cubs. (He insisted that year and insists this year that this is the year, that the
Cubs will make the Series. Dream on, Baby Brother.)

Karen and I, both a bit tipsy, though far from drunk, were laughing and joking as we
played, and Karen laughingly suggested that we ought to play strip poker! I giggled
and laughed it off, but Keith grinned and looked over from the game and said he did
not think we had the guts!

Well, Karen immediately piped up, “Get your ass over here and join in, Keith! I
will if you will!”

“Wait a minute-!” I started to protest, but even as I was Keith laughed and said,
“The way you two play, I ought to take you up on it!”

“Big talk!” I replied, suddenly wanting to teach my baby brother a lesson. “I’m
game if you are, want to put your clothes where you big mouth is?”

Like I said, we were all really really bored.

Keith turned off the game, and came over to sit at the card table with Kay and me,
and said, “I’m in!”

Now, at this point part of me wanted to chicken out. I’d certainly played strip poker
before, but it had been years, and I’d never played it with Kay and Keith!

But somehow or other, Karen was dealing the cards, and my nervousness seemed
to give way to a strange mixture of amusement and yes, a little titillation at the
very idea that I was playing strip poker, at my age, with my brother and sister!!
Amid laughter and jokes, we worked out the loose rules, and began to play.

My first hand was not great, a pair of 3s and not much else. We were betting
with markers and imaginary money, and I knew I’d have to bluff to win. Keith
opened up with five, I matched, and Kay raised it by ten. Keith matched her
bet, and trying to hide my nervousness I matched that and doubled it. That
seemed to give Kay pause, but Keith and I continued to raise each other until
I finally called his bluff.

To my disappointment, he was not bluffing, he had four jacks, which was far
better than anything in either Kay or my hands.

“OK, ladies,” Keith grinned with that infuriating smirk that brothers can get if
things seem to be going their way, “pay up!”

I sighed and lifted one leg up to the chair I was sitting in, so I could unlace and then
remove my right sneaker. I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor, where it
was joined a moment later by Karen’s right shoe.

Feeling a little silly wearing one shoe, I took the cards and dealt the next hand, and
my luck did not change a bit. Keith was the winner again, with a flush, and to
make it worse I had a better hand but I had left him bluff me! So off came my other
shoe and Karen’s other shoe.

At first it looked like Keith’s boast about his superior poker skills was about to be
borne out, because he won the next two rounds, leaving my sister and myself barefoot
and frustrated and nervous. But then I had a round where I managed to bluff both of
them with a hand that was pure trash, finishing the round with almost all the chips, so
this time it was Karen and Keith’s turn to take something off!

Keith removed a shoe, but for Karen, it was getting a bit more intense. She blushed,
looked from me to Keith, and muttered, “I can’t believe this was all my idea!” as she
reached to her waist, and with a nervous gulp that we could both hear, pulled off her
black sweater and dropped it on the pile of shoes and socks! I grinned when I saw that
my little sister was wearing a lacy little bra that revealed most of her boobs...and with
them a little yellow and red rose tattoo on her right boob!

“That’s kind of cute, Sis,” Keith commented. “Sort of sexy!”

Karen blushed scarlet and said, “You pervert! I’m your sister!”

She was laughing when she said this, though.

The next round saw Karen finally win one, and now it was my turn to lose an
item again, along with Keith, who lost another shoe. Luckily I had on a denim coat,
and when Keith and Karen protested that it gave me an unfair advantage, I just told
them they should have thought of that when we agreed on the rules. My jacket hit
the floor with the rest, and we played again...and Karen won another one.

Now it was my turn to blush, because no matter what I took off it would be at least
a bit revealing. I swallowed nervously, aware of Keith and Karen watching me with
evil grins on their faces, and I pulled off my blue pullover top as quickly as I was
able to before I could lose my nerve!

I felt the cool air of the living room on my bare skin, and I was thankful that I had
chosen to wear a modest and fairly new bra that day!

Meanwhile, Keith’s shirt had come off and gone into the pile.

“OK, now it’s somebody else’s turn,” I snapped as we began to play again, and
to my delight I won the round. This was getting interesting, would my younger
sibs have the guts to keep going, I wondered? Part of me hoped not, since that
would give me a face-saving way out, part of me wanted them to go on!

Keith stood up and unbuckled his pants and slid them down, stepping out of the
old jeans to reveal a fairly slender body clad in blue briefs. I had to admit, as I
looked him over, that my little brother looked pretty good in his undies for a man
of 38!

Karen, meanwhile, was blushing and stammering as she slid off her dark pants,
revealing a pair of white granny panties. Their pants dropped onto the pile, and
it was then that Keith protested that he was down to just one item and we had
started out with more than he had!

“Tough,” was Karen’s assessment, and I backed her up.

As we dealt the cards for the next round, I began to giggle as I looked around at
us, we were quite a sight: three middle-aged siblings playing cards, my brother
in a pair of briefs, my sister in a bra and panties, and me in jeans and a bra! My
brother and sister are both blondes, I’m a brunette, and I was willing to bet that
there might be people who would have enjoyed seeing us do this, even if we were
no longer spring chickens, so to speak. Keith was still athletic, I knew he played
ball in a local league in his spare time with his son, and Karen looked plump but
rather cute in her underwear as well!

Keith won the next round, costing me my jeans, and my sister her bra. Now she
was blushing as red as her tattoo rose, but she gamely reached behind her back
and removed her bra, letting her C-cup tits flop out and dropping the item on the
pile. She looked defiantly at us, and started to laugh.

On the next round, we had our first loser, because Keith won again, which cost
me my bra...and Karen her panties! By now she was laughing and her blush
was fading, apparently she was finding being nude in front of us easier than
she had expected. She dropped her panties on the pile with almost a smirk and
a little wiggle, as if inviting us to take a good look at her bare 40 year old body.

She was a little overweight, but she had a figure, her waist was smaller than her
hips and her boobs were nicely shaped. To my surprise, her crotch was shaven,
somehow Karen had never struck me as the type to do that!

Seeing where I was staring, Karen walked over to me and said, as she wiggled her
pussy in my face, “Like what you see, Sis?”

I blushed and turned away, but the truth was it was kind of cute. “Pipe down,
Karen, you lost so calm down!”

Now it was down to my brother and me, both of us clad only in one item of our
underwear. Our stark-naked sister sat on the sofa, watching and teasing and
commenting, and she made me blush with the question to Keith, “So, Keith,
as long as you’re getting a good look, which one of us has the better tits, do you
think, me or Sandi?”

“KAREN?!” I exclaimed. “What kind of question is that?”

“I don’t know,” Keith answered, blushing but game. “To tell you the truth...I
have to admit that you’ve both got awesome tits!”

I blushed, but part of me was flattered as he continued, “Considering that you’ve
both nursed kids, they’re fantastic. Sandi’s are bigger, but yours are a little bit
perkier...and I’d bet either of you could get attention anywhere you wanted if you
wanted to flash ‘em!”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said dryly. “Now play cards!”

This would be the last round, and we both knew it. To my delight, I had four tens!
But Keith seemed to be equally confident of his hand, we kept raising each other
as we went, until finally I called him...and he had trash. He’d been hoping to bluff
me down, and so I was the winner.

“Get ‘em OFF, Keith!” I ordered firmly. “Let’s see that package of yours, come
on, show us your booty!”

Keith had not blushed much so far, but now he was making up for it as he took off
his underwear with his older sisters whistling and clapping, and it got worse as his
briefs came down to reveal a rock-hard dick!

“Wow,” Karen laughed. “Looks like somebody’s really been enjoying the
game, doesn’t it?”

“I’d say so,” I said. As I got up, I put one hand on my hip, and said sternly to my
brother, “So much for your big mouth, Keith!”

That was when I felt Karen’s fingers on my underwear, and as I turned to see what
she was doing, I felt Keith grab my arms and hold me for a moment while my sister
pulled my undies off, leaving me just as naked as they were!

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Bellaxxx]

the plot is good, and the writing is very well done. The only flaw and perhaps turnoff I can see in it is the age of the main characters - 40 somethings just arent as attractive and 18 yr olds to many of the readers of this site... that is the only reason I can think of as to why you havent gotten many comments yet.

[aldulf]

I like it. Starting to get a thing for the older ladies as I age (none of the participants in the story are older than me, so...). I'd really like to see where this one goes.

[daremaster 1]

Great intro! Sounds like it will be good!

[archie21]

i like it.. about time there was the odd story about older people. Dares and sex are not exclusively for those under 20.