I walked up to her and felt her waist up and down, from the bottom of her tube top, to the top of her skirt. Then I put my arms around her and kissed her on the lips deeply. At the same time, I dropped my hands down to the top of her skirt and pulled the zipper down. Asian Sluts wasn't helping me or hindAsian Slutsg me with the kiss, but she did try to pull away from my hands as they pulled down her zipper. Happily, this had the effect of her pushing her hips into my crotch. I also had absolutely no effect on my ability to unzip her skirt. After I had her zipper all the way down. I pushed my hands inside her skirt and felt up her ass and hips. At the same time, I pushed her skirt down her legs with the backs of my hands. I couldn't get too far, though, since I was so much taller than Asian Sluts, and I already had to lean down uncomfortably just to get her zipper down. I broke the kiss and kneeled in front of Asian Sluts. I kissed her on the belly, as I ran my hands up the back of her legs, under her skirt and over her ass. I'd only managed to push her skirt down to her hips from her waist, so I now grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt and tugged it down over her hips and to the floor. I had her step out of her skirt and I threw it over to one side. Then I ran my hands back up the backs of her legs and over her ass. I now lowered my mouth from her belly to the level of her mound. I pulled her hips toward my mouth and almost caused her to fall over. She maintained her balance, though, by putting both hands on my shoulders to steady herself. I moved my mouth over her crotch and bit at the fabric of her tights. I pulled the material of her tights off away from her mound with my teeth and let it snap back. As I pulled the material away from her body, though, I must have caught a couple of hairs from her mound because she yelped "ouch, ow!!," as I did so. "Sorry, darling," I said, "but you should have your pussy shaved, or at least clipped short, all the time." As I said that, I leaned back and patted her between the legs. "I can't wait to really taste your pussy, though." "Eww, gross," I heard Carla say. "Don't worry, Carla," I said. "You'll get your chance, too." I looked over at Carla as I stood up to gauge her reaction. I realized that my wording had been ambiguous as to whether she'd be receiving or giving. She looked confused for a moment, then frightened, but she obviously didn't want to ask for a clarification, since she might be giving me ideas that hadn't occurred to me. So, in the end, she just chose to nod and keep quiet. The beauty of all this was, not only wouldn't she be giving me ideas, but I knew before this week was over, she'd be doing things she'd never dreamed of, the least of which was giving cunnilingus. All the girls had now lost twice, while I had yet to lose. Carla was now down to tights and (presumably) panties. Asian Sluts still had on her top, tights and, again I suppose, panties. Jenny had lost twice and, even not counting her bra, still had the most clothes left with a body, skirt, tights, and panties, plus the bra she wasn't going to be allowed. "You know," I said, "I don't think it's fair that Jenny has so many more clothes than the rest of us. I haven't lost yet and I've got shoes, socks, a shirt, jeans, and boxers. So I started with five things. Carla started with shoes, her dress, tights and panties, four things. Asian Sluts had shoes, tights, panties, her skirt, and her top: five things, too. But Jenny started with shoes, tights, panties, her skirt, a body, a bra, and a jacket." As I ticked off each item, Jenny sort of flinched. "She started with seven things. I think the most she ought to be allowed is five, like me and Asian Sluts. I think that she ought to lose three things next time instead of two," I told them. "Yeah," said Carla. "That's not fair. I already started down one, since I only had four things. Seven for Jenny is way to many." "It's not my fault. You guys told me what to wear," she said to C & E. "Yeah, but we didn't know we were going to be playing strip poker with your brother, did we" Carla blazed ahead: "In fact, I think you ought to lose two things right now, instead of waiting till you lose another hand. You might not lose again all night." Then Carla turned to me, "What do you think, Dave" "Yeah, that'd be O.K. But I want to do it. I want to strip her." "David," Jenny cried, "that's not fair. I ought to just be able to take them off myself, since I wasn't s'posed to have them on the start with... C'mon" I pretended to think about it for a moment, then said "No, I don't think so. You started out this way. I don't think it's unfair to make you suffer the consequences." "C'mon, David, please It's really not fair. Just let me go upstairs and take off my own clothes." "Hmmm," I said as I looked her up and down. "What do you girls think" "I guess it'd be fair," said Asian Sluts, uncertainly. "It seems like,... well, I guess she didn't know ahead of time... I guess" The whole time she was saying this, she was looking at me, trying to gauge my reaction. The very last was said almost as a question instead of a statement. "What do you think, Carla Do you think we ought to let her" "I dunno. I want to see her strip, since she's gotten to stare at my tits this whole time." "O.K.," I said, as if I'd just come to this conclusion. "You can take off your own clothes, sis, but you've got to lose your most valuable assets. You've got to lose your bra and panties, and you've got to do it in this room, while we watch." Jenny looked confused by this result. "How can I take off my bra and panties without taking off the rest of my clothes" "That's the point, dumb-dumb," said Carla. "That way it's fair." "You can put on your body, tights, and your skirt again when you're done, kiddo," I told her. "I guess... I guess I'd rather you took two pieces of clothes, David, instead of having to strip everything." "Sorry, sis," I told her, "I think it's a little late for that. You know what they say, 'Be careful what you ask for, because you may get it.'" "But that's not fair! I never asked for this!" "Too bad," said Carla. "Your brother's spoken, now get stripping." The look on Jenny's face showed how surprised she was to hear that from Carla instead of me. I didn't mind though. I think it was just a reflection of the level of control that I now exercised over the girls. Carla wanted it because she perceived that I wanted it. Speaking of which, Jenny now realized that she was going to have to strip. She turned away from us (which, once again, was also toward my videocam) and hid her face in her hands. She just stood like that for a minute, before finally straightening up and starting. First she reached behind her back and undid the zipper on the back of her tight, lycra skirt. She then pushed in down to the floor and stepped out of it. Then she slid her hands under her tights on either side of her body and pushed her tights down her legs to her knees. At this point, though, she realized that she had nothing to lean against or sit down on to take her tights all the way off. She had to turn back towards us and hobble over to the chair and pull her tights the rest of the way off in front of us. She got her tights all the way off, then she stood up and resumed her old place facing away from us. She reached between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the body she was wearing, then pulled it up her body and off. I was glad I'd told her she was going to have to lose the panties, because these were truly unspectacular. Her bra was a skinny little affair, that also did nothing for me. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra, then let it fall forward and off. She was just standing there for a moment, obviously thinking about something, and I took the moment to appreciate her lovely body from behind. Her behind was lovely. You could make out the exquisite shape of it underneath her panties. Her back was equally beautiful: thin, but muscular enough that she didn't look like she never ate. Her legs, as I've described, were fantastic. "David" she asked. "Yeah, kiddo" "Can I keep my panties and not put my tights back on" "I don't think so. You'd better lose the panties, too." "Please, David. I'll do whatever you want." "C'mon, sis. You'll do whatever I want anyway. And I'm going to have your panties,... and everything underneath them soon enough. You might as well do it the way I want you to do it. It'll make things easier for you later." "O.K.," she sniffled. "I'll do it how you want." And with that, she put her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushed them all the way to the floor. As quickly as she could she grabbed her tights, sat down on the floor and pulled them onto her legs. She had to lie on her back in order to get them up to the top of her legs, then she pushed her hips into the air, her weight only on her feet and shoulders to pull her tights all the way up to her waist. As soon as she had them on, she rocked back up to a sitting position and stood up. She then grabbed the body, which was lying on the floor next to her, and pulled it over her head, slid her arms into in and pulled it down her body. Then she passed the rear crotch strap between her legs and snapped the clasp closed. Now she relaxed slightly and more calmly reached down, grabbed her skirt and pulled it up her legs. She had to wriggle her hips back and forth a bit to get the skirt up over her hips. Finally, she reached behind herself and zipped up the back of the skirt. During this whole process, I'd only gotten glimpses of her naked body. I'd gotten a pretty decent view of her ass, between the time she'd dropped her panties and the time she'd pulled her tights back on. As I'd suspected, she had a fine, tight ass, with muscles in all the right places. Then I'd gotten a quick view of her tits (such as they were) when she had to lie on her back to pull her tights on. Finally, I'd also gotten a quick view of her pussy hair at the same time, when she'd pushed her hips into the air to get her tights all the way on. Since she'd started out facing away from me, though, she was facing directly into the dark closet that hid my video cam. I knew it was getting a great view of her stripping through the partially open door. I was pretty sure that when she'd pushed her hips into the air and had her pelvis facing directly into the closet, she had given my camera a fantastic view of her pussy. She now finally turned back around to face us. Her eyes were red and she looked on the verge of bursting into tears. I motioned for her to come over to me, and, when she got to me, I put my arm around her shoulders and rubbed her belly with my other hand. "Don't worry, kiddo. I promise you'll be O.K. You'll enjoy tonight. I'll make sure you do."...

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