CHAPTER EIGHT
Kim wasn't much like her brothers. She was quiet, tender, naive, polite to a fault and respectful of her elders to a point that had, on occasion, made Patti feel uncomfortable. Also, she did not look much like the others. Kim, a year younger than her triplet brothers, had straight blonde hair that came down to her waist, ripe. Pleasantly sized tits that she carefully kept hidden with baggy sweaters, a narrow waist and hips that had yet to swell out in a womanly fashion.
When she arrived at her Aunt Patricia's house that afternoon, Kim's first thought was envy. By comparison, her body was sadly lacking. Aunt Patricia's tits were monumental mounds of feminine flesh that stretched and strained the sheer blouse. And though her Aunt Patricia carried a few extra pounds, her waist was small and her hips full and curved, like a woman's hips should be.
"You boys get all your things out of the bedroom," Patti said happily, picking up Kim's small overnight bag. "Your sister's only going to stay one night and she's going to do it in comfort. Besides, it's time I slept in my own bed again." Then, to Kim, Patti said, "You don't mind if we have to share a bed for the night, do you, sweetheart? I'm sure you'll find there's plenty of room for both of us."
"No, Aunt Patricia," Kim replied quietly. "I don't mind. Anything's fine."
Patti was a little tipsy when they returned from the fireworks display. It was July Fourth and she had taken Kim, Abel, Bruce and Carl I to watch the fireworks in the park camp grounds.
Beer was sold at a stand, and Patti had bought plenty of beers for herself. She even bought a couple of beers for the boys and for Kim, who only sipped hers slowly.
On the way home Patti had stopped to buy a case of beer. She was giddy and being with the three boys without being able to touch them had, instead of making her frustrated, made her feel impish. More than once during the evening's spectacular fireworks display Patti had looked at Kim's profile.
The girl was young, but she had a fine body with ripe, promising curves. Her tits were certainly large enough for a woman's body, but Patti knew they would get larger. Just as the boys all had big cocks, the women in the family all had big tits. Kim's honey-blonde hair often caught the light from the multicolored explosions, and Patti wondered what it would be like to use that hair to caress her own nipples with.
"Well, should we play cards, or something?" Patti asked as Abel busied himself with putting the beer in the refrigerator. "I think I've got some playing chips and cards in the closet."
"Yeah, that'd be fun. We could play poker!" Carl said quickly.
An inexperienced drinker, the few beers he had drank had given him a pleasant glow and released what few inhibitions he had left. Since his sister had arrived, he had thought about shoving his big cock up her asshole.
Abel swept the last of the chips off the center of the kitchen table into his scattered pile. He now was in possession of all the chips.
"Well, what should we play for now?" he asked triumphantly, savoring the victory. "Clothes? Maybe a little strip poker?"
"Oh, for goodness sake, Abel!" Kim scolded. "You shouldn't talk that way in front of Aunt Patricia! She'd never go for something like that!"
"Who says?" Patti chirped in, swallowing the last of her beer, "What's wrong with that? Since we're all family here, I really don't see anything wrong with it."
Kim was surprised at her aunt. She never for a moment thought that Aunt Patricia would agree to playing strip poker. The teenaged virgin looked at her aunt, her eyes involuntarily moving down to take in the giant, swollen tits. She noticed that Patti's nipples were poking proudly through her blouse.
The beers were working on her, and Patti kept thinking about Kim's luscious, young, lithe body. Over the years Patti had made it with a few women, but she had never initiated the action. And mostly it was the other women who ate her pussy. Patti rarely did more than suck on another woman's tits. But tonight was different. She wanted to taste her niece's sweet nipples and bite them softly, feeling her body, squirming with passion.
Crossing her legs at the knee, Patti shuffled the cards and prepared to deal.
"Okay, the rules are these: the loser of a hand – the person with the lowest hand – has to take off one piece of clothing. We'll play five card stud. Oh, yes, and when you lose, someone else takes off your clothes. The person to your right. I'll deal out the cards and we'll sit in order of high to low." Patti was just about to deal the cards when she realized the number of men to women wasn't even. On a whim she added, "We'll also deal a dummy hand. If that hand wins, we all take something off."
After arranging themselves, Patti found herself sitting between Bruce and Abel. Kim was between Abel and Carl. The dummy hand was between Bruce and Carl.
"Are we ready?" Patti asked, dealing out the cards slowly.
Bruce whispered, "I'm ready for anything." Patti smiled, knowing exactly what her nephew was hinting at. She was glad that none of the others could hear what he said.
Bruce had a pair of kings, Kim a pair of sixes. Patti didn't have anything at all, and she hoped she wouldn't pair up on her last card. She had already lost both of her shoes, and the next article of clothing to go would be her blouse. She drew a two and groaned her disapproval, though she was secretly happy about it.
"You lose, Aunt Patricia!" Abel howled happily. He was sitting to her right, and had already taken off her shoes. "What comes off?"
Patti pushed herself away from the table. She was blushing slightly, not so much from embarrassment as from horniness. This was the moment that she had waited for. Once her blouse was off, she'd be able to tell how Kim would react to taking off her own clothes. An orgy, Patti realized, might possibly ensue if everything worked out as she hoped.
"Hang on a sec," she said, walking to the refrigerator. "I need a fresh beer on this one."
When Patti returned, she remained standing. Her breathing had quickened with excitement. Abel was looking at her with rampaging lust in his eyes.
"Your stockings?" Abel asked, also standing. He was barefooted, having lost his shoes and socks.
"Yes."
Abel dropped to his knees and pushed his hands up Patti's skirt. But before his hands got to her garter snap, she stepped backward. "No, I don't want your hands there," Patti said quickly, pretending to be shy. "Maybe you'd better just take off my blouse." Abel's fingers moved quickly and smoothly opening the buttons. He pushed the blouse off Patti's shoulders and she dropped it to the floor.
"If this isn't embarrassing, nothing is," Patti said softly. She sat down and started dealing the cards again, feeling the hungry gaze of the three boys on her tits that squeezed out the tops of her lacy bra cups.
When Patti looked at Kim, she noticed the young blonde was staring just as wantonly at her tits as the bays were. Excitement rippled through her curvaceous body, making her hands tremble slightly as she dealt.
"This is the last of it," Patti said softly as Abel dropped her panties onto the heap of clothes that she had been wearing.
She was completely naked now. The three boys were almost completely undressed, too. Kim was sitting in her bra, but was still wearing her slacks. She had been the luckiest of the card players.
Bruce's cock was throbbing in his underwear. He was afraid to stand because then everyone would see how turned-on he was at seeing his aunt's luscious, womanly body. He cleared his throat and cast a sidelong glance at Kim's tits. They were larger than he had suspected they would be, and he wondered why she never failed to wear clothing that concealed rather than highlighted her beautiful body.
"What are you playing for now?" Carl asked his Aunt Patricia as the cards were slowly played out. "You haven't got any clothes left."