"Just deal," Summer says, obviously annoyed -- rare moment of taking Winter's side of things? "We can just play Hold 'em. It's easy." Then, glancing Winter's way: "You try to cheat me, and I'll kick your butt."
"You're the card cheat here," Winter says. Summer has no retort to that.
Liz passes you all $1500 worth of chips and sets the ante to $100. She shuffles and deals.
"No blinds?" Winter asks as she takes her cards and checks them.
"I don't want to make it too complicated. This is a friendly game."
"Pot limits?"
"Winter. This isn't a serious game. We're just playing and chatting. No limits."
"Ok," Winter chirps. "I'm all-in." She shoves her entire pile of chips into the center of the table.
"Goddamn it," Summer says.
"What's wrong? Too chicken to call?"
Summer seems to really consider it -- Winter's good at getting under her skin. But she folds after a moment of thought. Liz folds, too, and seems almost as pissed as Summer.
Winter tilts her head. "Looks like it's just you and me, Wesley."
"Uh huh." You glance at your cards, raising just the corner so you can see. Seven-deuce off-suit. Summer takes a peek too. And when you fail to immediately fold such a shitty deal, she nudges you. "Wes... you do know that's a bad hand, right?"
"Yeah. But if I lose, I get to go to bed. And if I win..." you trail off and glance across the table at Winter. "Call," you say.
You shove your chips. Instead of being chastened, Winter cackles in glee, and when you both turn your cards face-up, you see why. She wasn't bluffing. She has a pair of black kings.
Summer massages her face. "I told you... idiot."
"You're just too easy," Winter tells you. "Sometimes I think you like losing."
"Just get it over with," you tell Liz. She deals the flop, the turn, and the river. The cards come up in perfect order: 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 of diamonds. A straight flush.
"You have got to be kidding me--" Winter says.
"Looks like you just cheated death," Liz tells you.Winter's smile and optimism: gone.
The pot gets split, which means you each walk away with a measly $100 gain -- the antes that Summer and Liz contributed to the pot. This unexpected good fortune has prolonged the time you have before you can sleep, which sucks, but you smile to yourself at shutting Winter up. Now she's sullen and pouty. Less obnoxious that way. Cuter too.
"You really are your father's daughter," Liz tells her. "Gideon used to get so mad when I would luck out against him. What is it that he used to tell me..." She turns and winks at you. "You must have been born with a horseshoe up your ass."
You sputter.
"Pardon the French," Liz pleads in faux contrition, laughing.
"Bet it's not the only thing she's had up her butt today," Winter grumbles. She folds her arms. "Slut..."
"Jealous much?" Summer says.
"Don't make me puke."
As Liz deals the next hand and you all ante up, Summer hugs you around the back. It's a perfectly G-rated expression of affection between two young lovebirds. Nothing at all untoward about it. Except for the fact that, underneath the cover of the futon, Summer's hand is snaking under the elastic of your shorts, over your tailbone, towards your ass.
Winter gave her ideas, clearly.
"Summer..." you whisper, but she talks over you: "ooh, I like this hand. I'm betting... $300." Meanwhile, her fingers are sliding between your crack, and finding their way to the defenseless pucker of your rear hole.
"Call," Liz says. Then turning towards you, "you just have to tell me. I'm so curious. Who asked who out first?"
You let out a squeak of pain as Summer slips her forefinger into your anus. Trying to compose yourself, you say, "I guess... I guess it was sort of a mutual thing... we asked each other out..."
"How cute," Liz says. When a silence descends, she nudges you. "It's your turn. Raise, call, or fold?"
"Uhh... f-fold..."
"You haven't even looked at your cards," Winter says.
"Yes I did."
"No you didn't!"
"I fold..." you say, gulping, as Summer's finger drives deeper into your asshole and starts to wiggle around.
Winter leans across the tabletop and grabs your discarded hand, turning it over. "Aces! What a fricking joke! Were you born this stupid or do you practice?"
"This is good news for you, isn't it?" Liz says. Under the futon, she reassuringly strokes your thigh, and caps it off with a motherly sort of pat. "Wes is probably just a bit sleepy right now. Aren't you? So don't get mad at her."
"Y-yeah... yeah."
Liz pats your thigh again.
And then she keeps stroking it.
"Liz?" You say.
"Hmm?"
She acts nonchalant, as if she doesn't even notice that she's still touching you. Her soft, smooth palm travels up and down the outside of your leg. And as you stare in fright back at her, she grows bolder still. She starts to pet you on the inside of your thigh, too. This is dangerous. For a couple of reasons: beyond the fact that your girlfriend's mom is now groping you, she has no idea that her daughter is currently fingering you, and vice-versa... if either of them realizes that the other is getting all handsy with you... it could be a long and sleepless night.
"I don't feel so good," you try, hoping that will be the excuse you need to leave the table.
Liz puts a palm to your forehead. Not the palm that's still, even now, tracing a path closer and closer to the loose leg-hole of your shorts. She smells like jasmine. "Yeah," she agrees. "You do seem like you're getting kind of hot."
"Aw, poor baby," Summer coos, drawing your head towards her body, so that your ears and the side of your face are resting on her bosom. Such false concern, from both women. Summer's middle finger joins her forefinger inside your stretched ass. Liz grips you firmly and pinches you just below the junction of your leg and crotch.
"I call," Winter says.
Liz takes takes the cue to deal the community cards. This requires the use of both hands. You find yourself, despite yourself, craving her touch again.
With Summer fingering you like this, you don't pay attention to the intricacies of the three-way play on the table. Your cunt is starting to really juice up and your panties are getting wetter by the second... it's all you can think about. Are you really so much of a degen that getting anally molested is enough to make your pussy cream? Guess so.
"You forgot the burn card, ma," Winter says, pissy, at the river.
"Oh my. You're right, aren't you. Sorry about that! I can be such a ditz."
"Geez."
"I guess I'm sleepy, too." She passes Winter the deck. "Here -- why don't you deal? I know you like doing it."
Winter smiles and is genuinely happy to be given the chance. Of course Liz only pawned that responsibility off so she could keep groping you. As soon as the deck is Winter's, Liz is right back to heavy petting underneath the kotatsu.
"Do you like that?" Liz asks.
"Oh yeah," Winter giggles, shuffling the deck in a show-offy way, ruffling them through the air in an arch between her palms, effortlessly cutting them together, making the noise of it echo off the tent's low ceiling.
But Liz's question was for you. She looks meaningfully at you and inches her slender fingers towards your dampened crotch. Her hand is in your pants now; she's asking you if you like it. Trembling, you nod. She smiles. Your head on the pillowy cushion of Summer's chest, you close your eyes and let these feelings overtake you.
Winter kicks you.
Your eyes shoot open, you grunt in pain. "What the f--"
"Sleep is for the weak. You don't get to give up until I take all your money."
"Yes. We'll keep you wide-eyed and bushy-tailed," Liz promises. She lightly scratches the fabric of your panties with her painted nails. Just enough to send electric jolts of ticklish pleasure through your cunt.
"Yep," Summer agrees, and jabs a third finger into your already stuffed anus.
Liz recoils slightly. She glances at Summer, who's kissing you on the side of the face and breathing hot in your ear. You stare back at Liz through bleary, half-shuttered eyes. And she understands. Although Summer hasn't noticed, Liz has -- that she isn't the only one touching you right now. She withdraws her hand from you.
"Unhh," you gasp, needy, craving for her to do so much more than only tickle you.
"Shh, babe, shh," Summer whispers, thinking she's the reason you made that noise. She gently prods your asshole and corkscrews her fingers as if to soothe you. It even works.
"You girls... are really too adorable," Liz says, voice catching. She pushes herself away from the kotatsu and struggles to her feet. "Excuse me. I need to go use the ladies' room." Your eyes follow her as she leaves the tent in a stupor.
"Lame," Winter grouses.
"Maybe you should go too," Summer says.
"Why? So you can have gross sex with your gross, sweaty girlfriend? Forget it."
Summer sticks her tongue out. While under the futon, she guides your hand towards her pajama bottoms. Without hesitation, you do as she bids, and play with her cunt for her. Unlike you, Summer has no underwear on, and you find her squishy pussy already dripping when you pet it.
"So bored..." Winter mutters. She lays her chin on her folded arms and blows the hair from her face.
Summer starts to thrust her fingers in and out of your hole. "Fuck," you say under your breath. It hurts like hell, but it feels really good, too. You didn't want Winter to overhear, but it catches her attention, and she gives you a strange look. Sitting up straight again, she says, "are you gonna be sick or something? If you throw up on me, I'll make you regret it."
"I'll be... fine..." you say.
Whether she can tell something lewd is up or not, you have no idea. But she gets an evil glint in her eyes, and a moment later you feel pressure on your crotch. Winter's sole is pressing down on the soft pad of your cunt. Not hard. But insistently enough to make sure you know it. You feel the arch of her foot and every individual toe against the damp cotton of your panties.
"You two love each other?" Winter asks.
"Uh huhhh," Summer drawls in a patronizing tone.
"Y-- yeah," you agree, although it's a struggle to get any words out. "We love each other..."
"That's *super* interesting, you know?" Winter says. She punctuates this by pressing even harder on your pussy, making it tremble and spasm. "'Cause we had sex just a few days ago. Isn't that cheating?"
Summer stops moving her fingers around inside you. "You..." As hard as Winter is stepping on you, Summer finally notices that there's someone else touching you. She flips the futon up to see. "Winter!! What the fuck!"
Far from being discouraged, Winter just keeps rubbing her foot on you in plain sight of her elder sister. "What? YOU can finger your girlfriend in front of everyone else, but I can't play too? Nazi."
"Is it true?" Summer asks you. You can't lie her, but you can't meet her eyes either, as you nod. It's true.
You think for sure that this is the end, a breach of trust you can't recover from -- that Summer is sure to break up with you over it. Instead, she clasps your face tenderly, leans over, and kisses you.
"Why'd I have to fall for a whore like you," she breathes. Her voice is dreamy. "Bitch."
You kiss her back. "You're not mad?"
"At you? How could I be? I'm fucking *your* sister, right? It's only fair..."
"I knew it," Winter says. "Amber's a dyke too. Of course she is."
Summer gives her a withering glare. "Says the girl who's playing with my girlfriend's pussy. You ever hear of the pot calling the kettle black?"
"I was -- just messing with you two freaks," Winter says, shrugging theatrically. She draws her leg away, albeit hesitantly. "I wanted to see your reaction."
What you say next is directed at Winter, although you maintain eye contact with Summer the whole time. "I didn't tell you to stop." The grin that spreads itself across Summer's face is all you need to let you know that she's on your same perverted wavelength.
Winter huffs, but can't form a coherent response.
"Come on," Summer prods. She keeps rhythmically twisting her digits in and out of your asshole. Your natural wetness seeping down has made it sound obscene and squelchy. "Stop being such a prude. I already know you've been jilling off in my bedroom. Using my toys." Winter lets out a choked sputter at this. "And the way you keep asking all about me and Wes... the fact that you even fucked her..." Summer looks at her the way a lioness eyes a fallen gazelle. "You said you want to play with her together? Then cut the shit... and let's play."
With that, Summer pulls you into a long, lewd tongue kiss, her face over yours. You writhe and gyrate on her frigging fingers.
"She's gonna be back..." Winter warns, her eyes darting towards the tent door.
"Then let's get off quick," Summer hums, and keeps kissing you. You love the sensation of fucking your ass up and down on Summer's pinched-together fingers, and you love even more her hot, pink tongue rooting around inside your mouth, so slimy, but tasting so clean and fresh. She tugs down your absolutely ruined panties, and you rear back, helping her remove them. She wads the dirty garment up and tosses it at Winter.
Winter, reacting slowly to the panties draping themselves over her face, pulls them away and holds them before her. She gawks at the two of you, as, half-nude, you allow Summer to sodomize you to her heart's content.
"Go ahead and sniff them," you prompt, smirking at Winter and watching her from the side of your vision.
"It's... so gross..." Winter says, having some evident difficulty, her voice trembling. "You're such a gross... disgusting... d-dirty..." She seems to try to resist, but like gravity's pull, it's inevitable, and soon she's pressing the thing to her nose. She inhales your scent, first reservedly, then greedily, and finally desperately. She rubs it all over herself and stains her face with you.
"See?" Summer tells you. "That's the thing with Winter. She, like, psychologically projects on other people. She calls everyone else weird and gross because she knows that's what she is... she's a weird, gross little pervert... just like us."
"No I'm not... no I'm not..." Winter moans.
"Help me make Wes cum," Summer tells her.
Now a different sensation: that of Winter's bare foot against your bare pussy. The mess it makes is like she stepped on a grape, sticky and fragrant fluid seeping out of your cunt from the pressure she puts on you. You can actually hear it. And that alone is enough to make you moan directly into Summer's ravenously kissing mouth. Your clit is hard and aching for sweet release, and you're so needy now that even Winter's foot -- her smooth, soft, cruelly forceful foot -- is good enough to bring you towards the peak of orgasm. That, combined with Summer assfucking you, has you cruising on a sea of utter pleasure.
"Us Denalis are pretty good, huh," Summer laughs.
You nod eagerly.
"Mom was getting a little touchy with you too there for a sec, wasn't she." So she knew after all.
"What?" Winter says. "No way--"
"Shut up, Winter," you and Summer snap.
Winter glowers. But she doesn't stop masturbating your horny cunt for you. There's a long silent turn after that, the tent filled only with the noises of three young girls helping each other cum: you fingering Summer, Summer fingering you, the two of you rutting your tongues, Winter stepping on you -- and Winter playing with herself, too, as, sow-like, she inhales the musky smell of your arousal. At random intervals one of you moans or utters some half-formed obscenity, but that's all the verbal communication you need as you all bask in the delicious feelings emanating from your clits.
Your pussy needs more, though, to help it cum as hard as you want it to. And since Winter is so enthusiastic about it...
"Make her eat me."
"What's that, babe?" Summer asks, her brain fried from the wonderful things you're doing to her. She slides her jiggly butt back and forth and fucks against your hand.
"Make Winter eat me out."
"You heard her," Summer says with a raspy voice. She snaps her fingers like Winter is just an unruly dog rather than her little sister. "Get over here."
It seems like Winter is about to say no. But she's so caught in her own lust too that she gives up the gross-gross-gross act for once. She pulls her bottoms off, revealing her brown-hued, underfed legs and butt. Then she sinks under the kotatsu, inches forward on her tummy, and gets between your legs. Winter's elfin face is so soft and her lips are so wet, so relieving against the hot ache in your labia. Her sucking and licking is inartful, unskilled -- just like the first time she ate you out. But back then, she had all the power. Here, now, it's you and Summer who do, ordering her around, using her as just another part of your lewd play.
"Is she good at munching carpet?" Summer asks.
"Oh yes," you moan.
"I should give her a try sometime~"
Winter starts to say something, but Summer doesn't care what. She puts her hand on the back of Winter's skull and mashes Winter's lips to your steamy gash. "Shut the fuck up and eat her." Then, repositioning herself slightly so you can repose a bit in her lap, and unbuttoning her pajama top, she offers you her heavy tits. "Go ahead, babe. Nurse on me."
Nursing cunnilingus: now this is the life. You suck on Summer's dark pink nipples, enjoy the clingy confines of Summer's hot wet cunt, and ride the almost druglike trance of erotic sensations buzzing through both your fuckholes. With your anus gaping on Summer's violating digits, your pussy trickling its juices into Winter's greedy and curious mouth, you suck Summer's tits like you're really trying to get her milk. Maybe, you think, you should get Amelia to fuck her pregnant -- then you really could drink from her nipples...
You all lost track of time. This nasty scene is what Liz comes back to when she reenters the tent.
"Tch-- I-- oh my god--" Liz stammers. You stare guiltily back at her, but you can't stop, not now -- and anyway -- Summer was right, Liz was just groping you only minutes ago. She shouldn't act so scandalized.
"Sorry, Mom," Summer says. "We'll be done soon. You can come back in a couple if you don't want to see it."
"Summer -- that's your sister..."
"Right now she's my girlfriend's cum tissue," Summer says, so obviously reveling in her depravity.
For her part, Winter tries to get away, but Summer won't let her. Not until you've had your cum. Summer keeps a firm hold on her head so she keeps eating you. Humiliated, but turned on nonetheless, Winter strums your clitoris with the tip of her tongue and digs at her naked cunt with both hands.
Liz doesn't leave. Instead she circles you and sits on one of the hammocks to watch, a conflicted but intrigued expression on her face. "Have you... been doing this very long?" She asks.
"Few minutes," Summer says.
"That's not what she means..." you say.
"Oh. Then -- no." She grins at her mother. "This is the first time we've done it with Winter involved. Wanna see Wes cum on her?"
Liz's non-answer is more than answer enough.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," you grunt, pinching your legs as close as you can. This has the effect, however unintentional, of scrunching up Winter's face and making her look even stupider than she already did. A surge of joyful adrenaline pulses through your gut like the moment a roller coaster plunges down a hill, and you squirt Winter's face full of girlcum. Try she might, she can't possibly drink it all. Her mouth overflows, and soon you're practically drowning her. Summer holds the girl's face to your body and continues to bugger you.
You cum and cum, and suck and suck at Summer's tits. And like a siren blaring through the mind-melting haze your cum induces, you can hear both the Denali sisters climaxing too. Their cutely high-pitched sighs and whines are so alike. Liz watches it all. She watches you squirt on Winter, watches Summer lose her load on you. And though she doesn't join in or even so much as touch herself -- the hypnotized way she peeps is evidence that she doesn't hate what she's seeing. Quite the opposite.