Note: It's not absolutely necessary, but it would help to read the "Strip Poker: Five Girls, One Guy" series before this. All characters are 18 or older.
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"Truth or dare, Uncle Ryan?" my teenaged cousin Kat said. I wasn't her uncle, but she and her twin sister, Tara, had taken to calling me that teasingly ever since I had turned 30 a few months earlier.
At the mention of Truth or Dare, I couldn't help but smile nervously at my blonde girlfriend, Lauren, and her best friend, Kelly. The twins had no way of knowing, but those words were special for the three of us - and a handful of Lauren's other friends.
In the past few months, we twice had ended up having all-out orgies thanks to dare games that had evolved from a simple game of strip poker. The last time, Kelly, a super-skinny brunette, had ended up with clothespins on her nipples, blowing me while the other girls spanked her cute little ass. So, yeah, we shared a look when my cousins, who were visiting for two weeks before heading off to college in the fall, said those words on an innocent Sunday afternoon as we all sat around watching TV.
"Uncle Ryan? Helloooo?" Kat said, laughing.
"Oh, sorry," I said, snapping out of it. I knew where Kat was going with this, though. The girls had just turned 18 a few weeks ago, and they had been begging me to let them drink beer ever since they had gotten here the day before.
"Dare," I said, playing dumb.
"I dare you to let us have some of those beers from the fridge," Kat said, smiling, obviously pleased with herself.
"Let me think - no," I said, smiling as the twins' faces turned to pouts.
"I guess you're just chicken, then," Tara said. "Can't handle Truth or Dare."
At that, Kelly spit out her wine as she tried to stifle a laugh. Lauren wasn't as successful, and eventually the three of us broke out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Kat said.
"Oh, nothing," I said, calming down. "Let's just say the three of us certainly are not chicken when it comes to dares."
"Yeah, right," Tara said. "What did you old people do, dare each other to stay up past midnight?"
The twins busted out laughing at that, but they eventually stopped when they noticed Lauren, Kelly and I just sitting there grinning.
"Well?" Tara said.
"Well," I said, "As you're always quick to point out, I'm 30 and Lauren and her friends are in their 20s. So let's just say we did dares that you high school girls probably haven't done.
As I had hoped, the girls looked a little offended. That was my intention - served them right for always making fun of my age.
"We've done a lot of stuff," Kat said, indignantly. "I bet if we played Truth or Dare right now, we'd be better at it than you guys."
"Yeah," Tara added. "Let's play. And if any of you three turns down a dare, you have to let us drink beer for the rest of the time we're here."
I laughed at that. "I don't think so, girls. Not that you would win, but I'm just not going to play Truth or Dare with my cousins."
There was no way I was letting that happen. Sure, the twins were cute - they were tall, slender, with perfect tanned skin and golden brown hair. But they were my cousins. Any time I caught myself stealing a glance at them, I reminded myself that I used to babysit them when they were toddlers.
I looked over then and saw Lauren and Kelly whispering. They had been drinking wine and were a little buzzed.
Lauren turned to us. "Girls," she said with a mischievous grin, "if we play Truth or Dare and you two quit, will you promise to stop asking for beer for the rest of the time you're here?"
"Lauren, I am not going to sit here and give perverted dares to my 18-year-old cousins," I said.
Lauren came over to me and whispered, "It won't come to that. We have a plan to win the game right away."
"Four against one, Uncle Ryan," Kat said, clapping. "Looks like we're playing."
I looked around at the four smiling girls and threw up my hands. Lauren had better know what she was doing.
"OK, I'm going first, and I pick Kelly," Lauren said. Usually we used a bottle to pick who went, but Lauren clearly had a plan, and the twins didn't seem to have a problem with doing it this way - they just wanted to play.
"Truth," Kelly said with a smile.
"Laaaame," Tara said, rolling her eyes.
"Old people," Kat added.
"Kelly," Lauren said with a shit-eating grin, "tell the girls what you had to do last time we played this game.
My eyes bulged. We couldn't tell my little cousins about that!
But Kelly launched right into it. "Well, first I had to run a naked lap around the house. Then I had to take a Snapchat of my boobs and send them to a guy."
"Laaaame," the twins said in unison.
"I've sent Snaps of my boobs before. It's not a big deal," Kat added.
I did a double-take at that. Stealing a glance at the twins phones on the table, I thought to myself, I wonder if there's a way to hack in and see old Snapchats?
No! Those are your cousins, a voice in my head said.
Still, I couldn't help picturing the twins' little titties and wondering what size nipples they had. Stop!, I told myself.
I finally snapped out of it when Kelly started talking again.
"Then they iced my nipples and put clothespins on them, which hurt like a bitch," the skinny girl said. "And then I had to blow Ryan while everyone took turns spanking my ass."
Kelly and Lauren looked triumphant.
"OK, we're done here, right?" Lauren said to the twins, clearly expecting them to back out.