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Asstr Poker
Never Play Poker with Girls Chapter 01
By Jaech Reiter
Copyright 2010 by Jaech Reiter, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or
if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Setting: Florida, in the Southern United States, sometime in the month of March:
Part of the setting is based off prior stories by Nialos Leaning and Steam Train,
particularly 'The Last Boy Standing' stories.
The boys and girls were still arguing where to sit when Marissa came down. The game
table only sat six, and all five boys and four of the girls insisted that they were
playing. Bree McCrory, Tabitha's little sister didn't care to play, as she had only played
a few times when her sister tried to teach her last month. Beside that, she was new to the
group and didn't know anyone, as the McCrory girls all went through a private school their
first six grades.
She was really cute, however, and Nat Keller , the shortest and youngest looking of the
boys, took advantage of her being off to the side by herself to sidle up and introduce
himself. He put on as debonair a look as was possible for an awkward 12 year old still
waiting for the relevant parts of puberty to catch up.

"Hi, Nat Keller, Lady Killer, and you are?"
Bree just giggled. However cheesy the boy was, he was really cute.
"Keller," Tabitha barked out, "Quit sleazing my sister."
"What? I didn't know she was your sister. I was just talking to her."
Tabitha came over and pulled her sister away. "Uh-huh, sure you were. Lady Killer!
Geez."
Bree looked back over her shoulder, however, and flashed him a shy smile. Nat just
winked and flashed a gun trigger salute to her. She giggled again.
"Geez, Bree, will you quit encouraging him," Tabitha said.
Nat's smile faded some when the two girls moved around to the other side of the table
where Will and Melanie were making most of the argument. Nat couldn't figure out - what?
What was he doing wrong? Why was it so hard to meet a girl, especially a really cute one
like Bree?
Dean and Curtis rolled their eyes when Nat rejoined them.
"What?!" He said defensively, but the two taller boys just smiled and shook their
heads. Curtis was actually only a week older than Nat, but it might as well have been a
year for all the differences between them.
Mason, who was really the youngest (by one month), but looked more solidly 12, like
Will did, just stared at Nat as if he were something familiar, yet from outer space. Nat
just raised his eyebrows a made a 'what?'-type exaggerated gesture and said, "At least
I'm trying."
"OK, all you girls and little boys settle down," Marissa called out, regaining order
from the bickering. "I'm the Cards Master for the night and will be moderating the game
to make sure it's fair, so this is how we are going to do it:"
She quickly arranged them on the floor, roughly with the boys facing the girls in a
sort of ellipse and explained the rules. Then she came to the wager.
"Wager, what wager?" The boys started clamoring. "Did you know about this, Will?"
It was then that Will told them about the wager. If the boys won, no girls cold come
downstairs for the next two spendovers, but if they lost, then they had to spend the day
shopping with the girls in Benjamin County. And they all knew about Benjamin County. Each
of the other four boys went slack-jawed and was quickly calculating in his head the
likelihood of his mother and/or father agreeing to this. The calculations weren't looking
good to any of them.
"What's the matter, boys?" Marissa taunted them. "Great poker playing men like
yourselves afraid to play some little girls?"
"Shyah, right. Like it would even be close."
"So what's the problem?" Marissa asked.
"Uh . . . it's still Benjamin County."
"Well, yeah , of course." The boys all answered. They knew they would; but just the
thought of Benjamin County messed with their minds. They had heard stories . . . .
"So why worry? You don't go to Benjamin County if you win. Which means this isn't going
to be much of a challenge to you."
Nat even leaned forward toward Bree and whispered a 'sorry' to her, except that his
facial gestures looked like a funeral director commiserating his condolences. Bree
couldn't help but smile at the cute boy.
"So," Marissa continued after she had their confidence admitted. She looked up briefly
to the ceiling, as if she could see her mom working one floor up, and lowered her voice,
not fully trusting the soundproofing, pulled a conspiratorial smile across her face and
said, "why don't we make this a bit more . . . . . interesting?"

"Bring it on," Dean said with an arrogant smile directed to the girls. Will and Curtis
looked at each other. They weren't so sure where this was going.
"Good, glad to see you're at least a man, Dean." Marissa said. "So why don't we say
we make this game . . . . strip poker. Losers are the first ones down to nothing."
Melanie looked unsure at her sister. This wasn't a direction she wanted to go; but it
was Will who was the most adamant about it. Despite Dean and Curtis applauding the
decision, Will could be heard over both of them, "No, no way. Hell, no."
"Are you a little baby chicken, Will? Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp . . . " Julie and
Tabitha taunted him.
"All right, all right. Fine! We'll play strip poker, but SHE can't play!!" Will jabbed
his finger almost angrily at Melanie.
"What ?!! Why not?!" Melanie and Curtis exclaimed at the same time..
"Because you aren't looking at my sister naked!" he told the boy.
"Awwww, how sweet!" crooned a couple of the girls.
"Yeah, real sweet," said Melanie, "but he doesn't get to tell me what I can and cant
do. I'm playing!"
"Children, children, enough! You both have some good points, so why don't we
compromise?" Marissa said. "The boys really shouldn't see girls naked; it's just not
proper. However, boys also have nothing really of interest to hide, so they shouldn't be
so modest as to mind this. My proposal, then, is boys strip down to nothing and girls down
to just bra and panties. First ones all the way down are the losers."
"What? No way that's not fair!" This time from Curtis and Mason.
"We wanted to se some pu-uh . . . um, well anyway, it's not fair."
"Sounds good to me," Dean said, "as long I get to see something."
"I still say its not fair," Curtis said, and Mason seconded it.
"Well, Nat" Marissa said, "You're the tie breaker."
"Uh . . . . what? Oh, um . . . Yeah I agree." Nat sounded distracted.
"With who, dipshit?" Curtis asked him.
"Um, with Will." It was Will's house. Agreeing with him seemed a safe bet.
"Good 3-2, then that's settled, the boys agree" Marissa said before going over the
ground rules again.
"Do you even know what you agreed to?" Mason asked Nat. He was a bit disgusted with
the boy a the moment.
"No." Nat said shaking his head; he was still distracted by something. He leaned in
close and whispered, "Hey Mason, what do you do when you think a girl may like you?"
Mason shrugged the boy off and ignored him.
The entire time the argument had been going on, Nat had been making 70's-style
ladiesman-eyes at Bree, smiling and nodding his head toward her, and occasionally
winking.
The girl giggled but kept giving him those shy, demure smiles. This went on for awhile
before all of a sudden Bree looked directly at him and mouthed, "You're cute."
Did he just read what he thought he read on her lips?
If that wasn't enough, Bree went further and mouthed, "I like you".
Nat was a deer in the headlights. He was staring at this girl, but as he registered
what she said, his smile slowly slipped from his face, and he was frozen. All he could do
was just give a bare nod in return, which only made Bree giggle some more at the poor
confused boy.
This was new; no one had ever done that before. What the hell did he do now? What do
you do if a girl actually responds to you?
It was about this time that Marissa asked him to weigh in on the debate, but once they
started playing he couldn't quite look Bree in the eyes without a sense of fear running
through him. Of course it just made Bree think he was even that much more adorable. He
wasn't paying attention really to anything he was doing, and was barely able to count his
chips right when he threw in for the ante and the raises.
At one point Nat was about to meet the raise when Mason grabbed his hand full of chips
and pulled it back. Mason then pulled the cards out of Nat's hands and dropped them face
down.
The rule was that if you folded, then you didn't lose anything but the chips you put
in. When you ran out of chips, you could sell one or more pieces of clothing to another
player or to the bank, which would be Marissa.
If, however, you met the raises and kept going and got called and then lost, then you
had to surrender an article of clothing. If you called the action and then lost, you had
to surrender two articles of clothing. The winner of the hand could then pick any other
player and ask for one article of clothing. If the winner was holding a Royal Flush, then
he or she could pick any other player and order them to strip completely (boys completely
and girls to bra and panties) and thus eliminate a player from the game.

Additionally, at the end of the game, whoever won the most chips could pick any other
player and ask for a favor - to be moderated by Marissa.
Before they started, though, Marissa made it very clear to all the girls that she was
going to be a down-the-line fair judge, regardless of boy or girl. She did make one more
concession that Curtis, Mason, and Dean thought was unfair, but Will said they could all
accept it or not come back. Once a girl lost out - down to her bra and panties - she only
had to stand on the side line for one minute before getting dressed. The boys however,
once they were nude, had to stand on the sidelines until the whole game was done.
Will sided vehemently with this rule because he didn't want his friends looking at his
sister that way for any longer than could be helped.
The first hand was still heating up, and three players had already folded - Nat, Julie,
and Erica. Out of curiosity of what he had when he let Mason do that, Nat picked his cards
back up to look at them and gulped. He had all four suits, no pairs, high card was an
eight. He wasn't even sure you could get a lower hand.
Finally Curtis and Dean folded, and Tabitha gave a sharp rebuke to her little sister to
pay attention. "If you don't have nothin' fold! You sure you can keep going?"
Bree stuck out her tongue at her sister. She had no idea what she was doing, but she
didn't like Tabitha treating her like a little girl; so she kept going. Eventually it came
down to Melanie and Will battling it out, neither folding but each one raising the other.
Bree didn't say a word and just kept throwing her money in the pot. She wasn't thinking
about anything except Nat.
"Will, Melanie," their older sister began as she saw each of her siblings' chips dwindle, "you aren't supposed to bet all your chips in just the first hand, you know. How about you bet something else and call each other?"
"No." Will said firmly. He still wasn't happy that she was playing. It was true he needed her to lose, but he didn't want his friends seeing her. It was a dilemma.
"Hey Will," Tabitha offered, "You were so proud of 'the hair on your nuts' earlier,
why don't you bet that?"
"That's a GREAT idea," Marisa chimed in.
"Huh?" Will wasn't sure what that meant.
"You bet your boy hair, if you lose the hand then after the game the girls get to take
all the hair off your body, except your eyebrows and the hair on your head."
"And what if I see his bet," Melanie threw in, "I would have to bet the same?"
"Fraid so, little sister - except, I bet I know an alternative the boys wouldn't mind.
Instead of shaving you, if Will wins, they could watch me shave myself. I've been thinking
about going bald down there."
Three of the boys just sprang instant boners.
"No, I'm not going to do that," Will said.
"Tough," Melanie said , "It's my turn, so I see your five chips and raise you the bet
just as Marissa said it."
Now Will was caught. He didn't know what to do.
"Ooohh, is da wittle boy gonna wet his pants and back owt?" Tabitha asked in baby
talk.
Nothing could make him mad quite like that girl.
"Language, Will," Marissa called to him.
"Yeah, just like Marissa said, and I call."
"Uh, wh- . . . . wait." Melanie was suddenly not so sure of things, looking down at
the pair of fours in her hand. "You call? Wait a minute, you were supposed to fold."
The other boys were getting excited. She must have a lousy hand. Nobody bluffed AFTER
the call.
But Will was also getting nervous. Holy shit, what had he done??!! He was about to cry
or wet himself. He looked down at his pair of fives and thought he was going to shit
himself. What could he possibly beat with that??!! What was he thinking?
"Uhhh, can I take it back then? I, um, was . . . . uh . . . . kinda wanting you to
fold."
Now no-one was sure who would win. Marissa pulled both sets of cards from her siblings
and looked at them. "Oh my . . . . you two were going to town betting and THIS is all
either of you had?"
She threw the cards down so that everybody could see that Will's five pair beat
Melanie's four pair. And Dean, Curtis and Mason went wild with cheering. They really WERE
going to get to see some pussy out of all this, and real pussy, too. Marissa's to be
exact. If they had to strip down for all the girls it would be worth that - well, until
they actually had to do it. But this - this was fucking incredible.
Will felt a little sick. He was personally relieved that no one would be touching him
down there, much less shaving him off, but he felt like he had let his sister Marissa
down. He looked glum and told his friends that they had better close their eyes when she
actually did it.
"Yeah, right, like we're gonna do that," Curtis mumbled back.
"You are such a sweet little brother," Marissa said as she bent down and kissed him on
his forehead, "but I'm a big girl. I can pay my debts just like I would expect you too,
with a good attitude."
"Whatever, " Will mumbled. He still wasn't happy about it. Marissa on the other hand
was thinking it might be kinda cool, in a kinky sort of way, putting on a show like that
for four 12 year old boys. She was pretty sure Will wouldn't want to watch. And she would
bet Nat might even wet himself as soon as she started. He was such a cute kid.
For that matter, Dean, Curtis, and Mason would probably wet themselves, too, but it
wouldn't be pee.
"Wait a minute," Tabitha called out. "Bree, what were your cards?"
"Oh I only had twos and threes, nothing as high as a four or five."
Erica reached over Julie and picked up Bree's cards. "Girl, you got a Full House!"
"Oh, but they're just low numbers."
"Please tell me we really aren't related," Tabitha moaned.
"You didn't know anything either, Tabs, until Amanda and Chasity taught us how to
play." Julie said.
"Uh," Curtis choked out, "Amanda Wheeler and Chasity MCormick?"
"They taught you guys how to play."
"You know those girls?" Dean asked Curtis.
"Um, sort of. You know how my dad is assistant warden over at the men's prison? Well he
told me that their dads were in and out of prison all the time."
"Illegal card games. They usually only arrest the guys that clean up, meaning they're
really really good."
The girls were already gathering up the cards for Marissa to shuffle and deal out
again.
"Wait, so just to be sure," Will started, "since I didn't win, then nobody gets to
watch you . . . do anything?"
"That's right, sweetie," Marissa said, shuffling the cards surprisingly well.
Will ignored Curtis and went on, feeling relieved. "And since Melanie didn't win,
nobody gets to do anything to me."
"Um, not quite, sweetie," Marissa said as she started to deal out the cards.
"See," Melanie smiled as she leaned forward, "The deal was that if you LOST you we
would get to take of all your hair, not if I WON. So you see, you still lost."
"That's for after the game," Marissa reminded them. "And you girls can't touch any
hair above the neck."
Will felt sick. This cant be happening. He didn't even check his cards in the next
hand, he just folded.
"You still have to ante up, sweetie."
Will threw in his five chips. That left him with three. He wondered how much it would
cost to get more? He soon found out as Melanie sold her shoes for 15 chips a piece.
Nat was still feeling awkward, stealing glances at Bree, who was just as giggly when he
looked at her, leaving him even more flustered and bewildered. He sat there just staring
at his hand without thinking when he saw Mason pull two cards from him and get two more
from the dealer, inserting them into his hand.
Oh wow, he thought, as he realized he went from an ace high to two of a kind, aces
high. It eventually got down to Tabitha, Erica and Nat. When it was his turn to meet
Tabitha's raise, he met her and raised her five, except Mason took ten more of his chips
and threw them in.
"Um, Okay, I guess I raise you 15."
"Dammit Mason," Tabitha said under her breath as she folded. Erica folded right after
her, and Nat's eyes lit up as he raked in his winnings.. Still, even with Mason's help he
still wasn't paying attention, really, and called too early on the next hand and lost both
shoes. The next two hands after that were both won by Tabitha and she decided to pick on
Nat, requiring a sock from each win.

After a couple more plays, Melanie was in dire straights and looked like she might be
the first one out. She had only a shirt on that didn't even come down to the top of her
waistband of her light blue panties with a small trim of dark blue lace edging. Will
wasn't doing much better, also down to his underwear and T-shirt, but his T-shirt was
long, which was why he took his pants off first.
But for Melanie, it was hard to concentrate, she was so embarrassed, and she was down
to only 8 chips. On top of that, Dean was practically drooling, letting his eyes wander
down that lace trim to the narrowest part of the light blue panties, just thinking about
what the panties barely covered at that point. How moist, and hot, that hole he dreamed
about at night, ever since that brief glance he got inside his oldest brother's hidden
magazine.
At least until he felt himself get smacked hard up the back side of the head by
Will.
"Hey!! That's my sister. Quit staring!"
"Cut it out, Will! If it's out there I can look at it. Besides, Curtis is staring,
too."
"Well not anymore," Will grumbled as he pulled of his shirt and tossed it to his
sister. "Cover up!"
"You can't do that!" Curtis protested.
"It's my shirt. I can do what I want with it."
As nice as the gesture was, Melanie didn't like being barked at. And she still felt
like he was being too controlling. Nevertheless, she didn't like the other boys staring,
so she covered up. It helped her concentrate better and soon it was just down to her and
Dean.
Dean saw she only had three chips, so he raised her four.
"What do I do?" she asked her sister.
"Throw in the chips you have and call it, or fold."
"No, she can throw in all she has left and call it. If she loses, then she's out both
her T-shirt and Will's and then out of the game. And you get one whole minute to stare at
her as much as you want Dean.. Or she could fold and sell one of the shirts and try the
next hand."
Melanie decided she would rather stand there one minute than suffer through another
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