Some days, Amy really hated her family.
Sure, they were okay parents, they kept her fed, clothed and sheltered, but they were very strict with their money, which Amy found odd seeing how into the hippie movement they were, in fact, Amy suspected that her obsession with strip games came as a direct cause of some of the things she saw and was made to do as a child.
Her parents embraced the philosophy whole heartedly, as a result, they were pretty lax with their dress code around (and outside) the house.
It was not unnatural for members of the family to go around in their underwear or even naked, bets were happily settled with nudity and punishments felt more like childish dares more than actual punishments.
Seeing how Amy was homeschooled for the entirety of her elementary school education, imagine her surprise when she found out that this was out of the ordinary when she was acclimating to the outside world.
Her mother Betty was now divorced, she kept the house in that settlement, but it was an amicable divorce at least, and considering her tendency, Amy's mother was back on the market in no time.
Worst yet, she felt, from that moment on, an unbelievable urge to accept any challenge to a strip game she was offered, if she didn't know that it was impossible, Amy could swear her parents programmed a trigger in her brain to do so.
That presented a problem to Amy, since the town became more acclimated to Amy's escapades, her mother naturally found out along with everybody else about her daughter's weakness, meaning that if Betty wanted her daughter to do something she didn't want to do, all she had to do was add it to her daughter's forfeit.
Homework? Make it a strip quiz.
Take out the trash? Loser has to do it naked.
Family reunion? With Amy's family, it was always a blast to see Amy arrive naked.
At least it was an effective method of discipline, more often than not, Amy learned pretty quick that if she didn't want to end up naked, she had to listen to what her mother told her to do.
As Amy grew up and reached her 18th birthday, her mother prepared a special day for her, suffice to say, the events of that day are another story unto itself, but after that, Amy's forfeits with her family took a adult direction, now they treated her like an adult, so to speak.
Today was the first day of her spring break, and Amy wanted so badly to go and have fun with her friends, but instead, she was in her mother's chevy corvette on the road with both her mother and her older sister, Debbie, touring around to see the universities and colleges that she would be applying to.
Problem was, this meant a long trip, they wouldn't even reach the first destination until the night, and they had about 5 or so colleges to visit!
Debbie sat next to Amy in the back as Betty loaded the snacks and road supplies in the passenger seat, but even with her sister in the back with her, boredom was beginning to set it.
The two had been playing war after Debbie pulled out a deck of cards, and it was a pretty enjoyable, albeit rote experience, until Debbie decided to open her mouth:
"Hey Amy, wanna make this strip war?" Amy blinked for a second, she looked over to her mother, who simply declared that she didn't mind.
Amy thought nervously for a second, she was in the car, it couldn't be that bad, could it? Besides, she was feeling a bit sick of the suffocating atmosphere inside the car which the AC failed to completely alleviate.
If there was any time to be naked, Amy would probably pick this moment, in reality, this decision was made in almost a split second, as usual, Amy wasn't one to overthink the decision of playing a strip game that deeply, the answer is always yes, the question was more along the lines of how long till the answer comes.
"Alright, I'm in." And so the game began, to make the game last longer (after all, this was for the sake of killing time), the girls agreed to use clothes as points to determine who was winning, you couldn't put clothes back on once you take them off, though.
The game itself was the standard game of War, the two use a standard deck of card to pull from, and with each turn each player takes a card and compares to their opponents, whoever has the higher card wins both cards, if the two tie then those cards get added to the pot for the next round, and winner takes all, the objective is to get as many of the cards as possible.
The nature of the game meant that it would not be long before the clothes were off the two sisters.
First went the girls' shoes and socks, the first two rounds going to Amy with a seven of hearts to a five of hearts and a six of diamonds to four of spades, the game went back and forth until Debbie managed to win both items back before winning a big war next to Debbie with an eight of diamonds to a seven of spades, each pair counting as a single item, and of course, the issue of whether the socks and shoes counted as one, two or even four items came up:
"We
have
to draw the game out." Amy insisted on making the shoes and socks count as much as possible..
"Why? The game itself is pretty quick, I'd rather get to the good stuff." Debbie argued, wanting to make all four articles into a single item.
"That's exactly why we should draw it out, make the game a bit more suspenseful." Amy retorted.
And so they went on until Betty butted in, essentially decreeing that sock and shoes would count for two items; the sisters had argued so heavily that she was getting distracted from driving.
The next hand gave Amy a two of clubs, and just as the butterflies in her stomach warned, this was barely enough to be beaten by the three of spades Debbie got.
"Alright, which do you want?" Amy sighed, looking down at her black band shirt and frayed jeans shorts.
"Give me the shorts, I'm feeling a bit merciful." Debbie mused, and Amy began to unbutton the shorts and inched her way out of them, slowly, since the space was a bit cramped.
Underneath, Amy was wearing a pair of plain red hipsters, they had no discernable features beyond that, besides the fact that they accentuated her cute butt quite nicely.
The next round was a tie, at which point Amy was reminded of the rules:
"Since we're playing multiple rounds, that means multiple pieces of clothing have to come off." Debbie explained "So this round we're playing for two."
Amy swallowed the lump in her throat, and it seemed to drag her heart down to her stomach on its way when the cards revealed an eight of diamonds against Debbie's ten of clubs, Amy was in trouble now.
"Let's have that shirt first, Amy." Debbie chirped gleefully "I wanna see what's under there."
Amy groaned., but obeyed, lifting her shirt up off her body, revealing a grey cotton sports bra underneath.
Once the shirt was off, Amy saw her sister impishly surveying her body, deciding on which piece of clothing she wanted off first.
"That bra has to go, Amy." Debbie said, leaning back as she watched her sister sigh and take off her bra, exposing her hard nipples to the car's cool air conditioning, sat there with nothing but her red hipsters "This game might not last long at this rate."
Thankfully for Amy, Debbie was wrong, as Amy pulled out a Jack of hearts, which handily beat Debbie's five of diamonds, and now it was Debbie's turn to lose her first actual piece of clothing.
"I want the shirt." Amy requested the cotton T-shirt Debbie wore along with her gym shorts; Debbie was what Amy considered a bit of a slob, she wasn't unhygienic or anything, but she didn't put much stock into her looks, her long hair was mussed and tangled, her clothing either unflattering or inappropriate, and she rarely wore makeup, she wasn't bad looking, if anything, her rolled out of bed look somehow gave her an odd charm, a sort of natural congeniality.
However, one thing Debbie did have to her advantage was her larger breast size, unlike Amy's B-cup breasts, Debbie filled a sizable C-cup bra quite well.
"It's fine, you won't get any more." Debbie shrugged nonchalantly, and dealt out the next card, where her expression soured slightly.
Seven of diamonds against three of clubs, Amy escaped defeat by a sliver.
"You know, I think I'll take the shorts this time." Amy felt her mischievous self get the better of her, maybe she'll actually win this game if this goes on.
But Debbie's relaxed demeanor returned almost immediately, she reached down to undo her drawstrings, lacy cream white panties that betrayed readiness to show off at any time popped into view.
This time there were no quips from Debbie, she simply opted to deal the next round, and this time, she wasn't disappointed.
A five of spades against a nine of clubs, in Debbie's favor, meant that Amy was going to be sitting there completely naked.
