Ambushed
By Dawn R
A story of teenage sexual discovery. All the characters are eighteen or older.
Chapter One
"Well, have you?"
"No, have you?" I replied as the taxi driver deposited my two suitcases at the front door.
I was at my cousin Veronica's for a belated celebration of her eighteenth birthday; actually, hers and that of her twin brother Silas. We lived in different states and usually got together twice a year for a few weeks at a time, either at our place in Maine and at hers in Virginia. Our mothers were sisters. While we were your classic wasp family, Vee's mother's first marriage had not lasted much past 'the seven-year itch', before she found he was cheating on her.
After her divorce and two years as a single mom, Aunt Vi had met and subsequently married a widowed Jamaican who now operated a deep-sea fishing charter out of Virginia Beach. Ben was a single dad, and his son Jerome was only a few months older than me, less than a year older than his half-siblings. The four of us kids had grown up through our teens together.
So, based on the above exchange, it turned out Vee and I were still virgins, although somewhat reluctantly, as it was no longer cool. I had just arrived, on my own, as my Mum and Dad were celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary on the Amalfi Coast. We were lugging my suitcases upstairs when we bumped into Silas and Jerome smirking as they walked along the landing towards us.
"What are you two grinning about?" asked Vee.
"We were just up in the attic going through old stuff of my Dad's," answered Silas, and they both chuckled.
"So, what is it?"
"Just old magazines. I bet he doesn't even remember they are there. I'm sure Mom doesn't know," said Jerome taking one suitcase while Silas took the other from his sister.
"Magazines, not old love letters; why would Mom care?"
"Well, they are old issues of Playboy and some other ones. Mom is pretty prudish about such things."
"Can we see?" I asked, curious to see what the boys had found.
They looked at each other.
"I guess so."
So, having dropped the suitcases in my room, we turned and went back along the landing.
"Where's Aunt Vi?" I asked. She usually was the first one to welcome us.
"Mom's helping Dad with a charter. Jake is sick. They won't be back until late. We're going to get a pizza delivery for dinner."
While Silas was talking, Jerome pressed the button that opened the trapdoor to the attic and lowered the steps. It was kind of like a rope ladder but with retractable cables.
I had worn jeans for travelling, but Vee was wearing a frock and, as she climbed up first, I knew her brothers got a pretty good view of her thong covered crotch. I went next and the boys followed. Once up there I was surprised by the amount of the stuff in storage. The older stuff was way back in a corner.
The boys opened an old cardboard box, one of a bunch of old moving boxes, most of which were still unopened.
"How come you opened this one?"
"Just lucky, it was the closest."
"Okay, let's see what you got."
Silas passed me a Playboy.
"Wow! Look at her breasts!" I thumbed through the various pages stopping to look at the photos of the models, "Interesting, Lots of boobs but they are always turned so you don't see their crotch or there is something in the way."
"Well, look at this one!" On the next one he handed me the cover picture was Nancy Sinatra at 50 and it was quite different. Inside they clearly showed pubic hair, even Nancy Sinatra's and there were plenty of crotch shots of other models.
"Look at the dates," I said, "Those first ones were in the 1960s, this one is 1995. He must have been buying them on and off for years."
"Yeh, and that looks the last one here. But look at these Penthouse issues from the 1970s and 80s. They had no problem with showing vaginas. These girls even have their fingers on their pussy lips," enthused Silas.
"There aren't any of men," I complained.
"Well, there are in this one. It's called VIVA and looks like it's a companion to Penthouse and has a lot of dudes' cocks."
"Let's see," said Vee, "Oh, Jen, here's quite the one. Look!"
I looked. Most of the pictures as she flicked through showed naked men with semi-aroused penises. At least I thought they were semi-aroused, But as she returned to the one, she had first shown me, he seemed to be very aroused. It was long and thickish, still hanging down but out from his body, well short of a full erection, and to my untrained eye it seemed quite large.
There were some other magazines with even more explicit shots of girls with fully aroused vaginas, engorged labia, and moist and open entrances. I was surprised how much they affected me. One called Hustler had very explicit shots of both men and women.
"You know," interrupted Jerome, "I don't think these are my Dad's. This is stuff that came from Mom's house, when she moved here. I think these are your Grandad's" and he looked at the three of us.
"If they are, I'm sure Mom doesn't even know they exist," said Vee, "They must have just been packed up when his house was sold and kept moving."
"They're pretty tame compared to what you find on the internet now," said Silas.
"You pervert!" said his sister, but she laughed.
"I bet you've looked too," he said.
"Only by accident," she replied.
"How about you, Jen? Ever visited a porn site."
"No, never!" I asserted firmly, although It seemed everyone else had.
"Well, if you ever get the urge, I can show you," laughed Silas.
"If I ever do, I'll let you know," I passed it off, laughing, but looking at the magazine pics had certainly stimulated me in unfamiliar ways. I felt quite horny and wondered if the others were experiencing the same reaction.
We closed up the box and left the attic.
"Who wants to play cards?" asked Silas.
"Sure, what will we play?"
"Does everyone know twenty-one?"
It seemed everyone but me did.
"I'll explain the rules, and we'll have a trial run."
The rules seemed fairly easy as the objective was to get as close to 21 as possible without going over or 'busting'. The best hands were ace and a royal face card or getting five cards without busting or the extremely unlikely three sevens. If your first two cards were the same, you could split and bet on each and have two chances to win.
"What do we bet? Do you have tokens, like chips?" I asked.
"How about clothes?" said Silas.
"Is this like 'strip poker'?" I asked.
"Have you played?"
"No, but I've heard of it," and suddenly I said, "I don't mind giving it a try."
Recently I had started to surprise myself. It seemed I was less risk averse and more open to new experiences. After all, I'd be starting college in the September.
Vee looked at me in shock. I'd always been the shy one.
"That's settled then," said Silas, even though Jerome and Vee had not said a word, "Come on, I've got cards in my room," and everyone followed him."
We played one round with no stakes, and I won.
"We'll keep the betting simple. Your stake in each round is one article of clothing, watches and jewelry don't count and shoes and socks come off in pairs, not individually. Everyone but the winner loses their stake. Does everyone understand?"
Everyone nodded, and Silas shuffled and handed the pack to Vee.
"You deal two cards face down to each player and then ask each player in turn what they want to do."
I was surprised at how quickly everyone was losing clothes and if I wasn't feeling horny before, I certainly was now, especially watching the boys. Silas was down to his undershorts and Jerome was one step away. It wasn't hard to tell they both had boners even if Jerome's was still in his jeans. I could feel myself getting juicy down there and could hardly wait to see them. I'd never seen a male erection except in sex/ed drawings and one photo.
"Are we really going on with this?" Vee asked, "Does the game stop when one of us is naked?"
"Time to vote on it," said Silas, "and I say the game ends when we all get naked. Please raise your hand if you disagree. Otherwise, I suggest we stop now." The three of us looked at each other but no hand was raised.
"Carried unanimously," continued Silas, "Let's play."
Jerome won the next three rounds and I lost and found myself naked along with Silas and Vee. Suddenly I was glad the game wasn't ending until Jerome joined us. I couldn't stop looking at Silas's boner. I was more or less what I had imagined, about six inches more or less. However, the tent in Jerome's shorts promised bigger things to come. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the wetness in my vagina. I knew I was blushing as my face was burning and I knew my nipples were harder than I ever remembered.
The next deal ended it, Jerome lost, and I gasped as he revealed his thick hard seven inches. I reminded me of one of the Hustler shots.
"What do we do now?" asked Vee.