You ask your sister to drink once again. She smiles at you and pulls off the tank top. She hands it to you with a knowing look.
Your dad doesn't catch it, as he's too busy staring at his daughter's breasts behind the bikini top.
Your mother wins the next hand, but rather than making dad drink, she turns to make you drink.
Your sister claps, as does your father. "You lose son!" He says as you slip off your boxers. "Just me and the girls now..."
You start to turn to leave the table - but your sister grabs your hand. "Wait up, bro. Now that your clothes are gone, don't mean the game is over."
Your mother and father both look at your sister.
"Now wait just a minute - what kind of game is this?" Your dad asks.
"One your son asked us to play for his birthday of course - and no one can leave the table until a clear winner is decided. Now, please calm down and lets get back to the game."
Your mother and father seem to have something more to say, but alcohol gets the better of them.
You win the next hand, even with your cock stiff as a pole - or perhaps because your cock is as stiff as a pole - and you've distracted the other players.
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