Gigi:
To them, I was simply their usual friend sitting among them, someone they were trying to embarrass and tease.
Because for a brief moment, even I forgot that I was their brother’s girlfriend.
Jaguar’s eyes widened, and so did Theodore’s.
I wondered what was written on the card.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You have to flash your breasts, then hold them together and rub them for at least ten seconds."
Once Theodore finished reading, both brothers stared at the card before slowly looking up at me.
This was the perfect moment.
Although I had wanted something more intimate, this would do for now.
They were drunk but still somewhat aware of themselves, so I pretended to be even more intoxicated than I was.
I finished my glass of wine and rose to my feet.
"Okay, here you go," I slurred, and before either of them could stop me, I pulled up my shirt along with my bra.
Both brothers gasped, and then the room went completely still.
I grabbed my breasts and began rubbing them while they stared at me.
I kept going, and those ten seconds felt endless.
Their eyes didn’t miss a single detail. They stayed in their spots, gulping hard.
Their ears started turning red, possibly from embarrassment or awkwardness.
Still, I continued.
Then I pinched my nipples before pulling my bra and shirt back down to cover myself.
"Now, let’s see whose turn it is," I said, reaching for the bottle.
Before I could grab it, Jaguar snatched it away.
"I think you’ve had quite a lot to drink. You should rest now."
With that, he jumped off the bed.
For a few seconds, I felt embarrassed too. What if they thought I was too shameless?
His reaction certainly made it seem that way.
Theodore was no different. He got off the bed in an obviously sour mood.
My smile completely faded.
"Did I lose the game?" I asked, pouting.
"No, it’s not that, but Gigi, you should rest," Jaguar replied sternly instead of comforting me.
"You guys always do that. Whenever you start losing the game, you get so rude to me," I complained, grabbing a pillow and throwing it onto the floor.
I caught the brothers exchanging a look from the corner of my eye.
"It’s not that, Gigi. I really think you should rest."
Jaguar finally softened his tone, and as he spoke, I noticed the bulge in his pants.
So that was what was making them want to leave.
"Well, then I’ll go play with the guards because I still want to play."
At that, both brothers shook their heads and climbed back onto the bed.
"No, Gigi. You’re not playing this game with anyone else, okay?" Theodore insisted, pointing at me.
"Well, then let’s keep playing, or you two are going to look like such losers," I teased, snatching the bottle from Jaguar’s hand and casually spinning it.
"Oh, you want to know whether we’re losers or not? Fine. Let’s play another round," Theodore snapped.
I clapped my hands excitedly.
"And you’re so cute," Jaguar added, finally making me feel a little better.
I had honestly thought I’d ruined everything by acting so recklessly.
"My turn."
As I said that, I spun the bottle.
It landed on Jaguar, and I watched him, blinking innocently.
By this point, both brothers were visibly hard, enough that they had pillows resting over their laps.
I guessed they weren’t leaving because they knew I would either feel awkward, think they were being rude, or I will go find someone else to play with since I was acting so fucking drunk and out of my mind.



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