Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
I now know why people leave these warning messages at the beginning of a story: if you're not into nonconsent, don't read this. I don't want to hear that it deflated you just because not every story is designed with you in mind. For those of you that like this kind of story, I hope you enjoy it.
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Brad, Kurt, and Roy were sitting in Brad's living room watching the football game on the big screen. They were all good looking guys in their forties, trim and athletic. Brad's wife was at a conference for the weekend. The game was going kind of slow, and none of them really had any attachment to either of the teams, so they were thankful when a commercial interrupted the game.
"You guys want another beer?" Brad said as he got up to go to the kitchen.
Roy and Kurt nodded. Roy picked up a picture on the side table. It was Brad's daughter, Chloe, in her high school cheerleading uniform.
"Kurt, you know, Chloe's kind of hot."
"Dude, you're right. I'd love to see that piece of ass." Kurt answered.
Brad came back to the room and threw around the beers. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Chloe. Your daughter's got a smokin' body." Roy answered. Kurt turned red, but he nodded. "Although Roxy's not bad either."
"Hey!" Kurt said. Roxy was his daughter. All their girls were seniors this year, cheerleaders for the football team. And they were all getting ready to go to college.
"He's right, it's true. Roxy is hot," Brad defended Roy. "So's Teeny. It's that cheerleading."
The game came back on, and soon they were absorbed as the action picked up. Michigan had just scored a touchdown and the guys were celebrating with high fives and whooping when their daughters came in in their cheerleading uniforms after their own high school football game.
"Dad?" Chloe asked. "Dad, we have a question."
"Sure, what's up, baby?" Brad answered.
"What's 'spin the bottle?'" Chloe asked.
Brad colored and cleared his throat. "It's a game."
"We KNOW that." Chloe rolled her eyes. "What kind of game? The guys were laughing and asking us to play."
Roy took charge. "Why don't we show you how to play? It's easier that way. We can show you tomorrow night."
Roxy spoke up. "But isn't it a girl-boy game?"
"Yeah, but it's not like we'll make you kiss your dads or anything. We'd rather you learn it from us," answered Roy.
The girls agreed and then went upstairs to Chloe's room.
"Dude, what the hell?" Brad hissed at Roy.
"We all think our girls are hot! I have an idea for how we can see just how hot they are. Leave it to me. You aren't going to have to commit incest or anything, you just get to fondle some 18 year old breasts. Don't tell me you don't want to."
Brad and Kurt glanced at each other. Slowly, they nodded. "Okay."
Michigan won the game.
The next night, Roy and Teeny came over first. Roy had a bottle of rum with him. Shortly after, Kurt and Roxy showed up. They all went down to the basement.
"Alright everyone, this is a drinking game, but we don't mind you girls drinking if you're with us. Everyone take a shot," Roy said. He cracked open the bottle of rum and produced six shot glasses, filling each of them. Immediately, he sucked his down, and Brad and Kurt did the same. The girls gingerly drank their shots.
"It's not so bad," Roxy said to Chloe and Teeny. "Rum tastes kind of nice."
The girls nodded, still looking shy.
"So, first rule. No one has to kiss their own dad. We'll just skip it when that happens, ok?" Everyone nodded. "I'll start the game. Whoever the bottle lands on has to take a shot. If a man spins toward a man, they both take off a piece of clothing. When it's a boy and a girl together, the girl takes off a piece of clothing and the boy gets to kiss her or touch her according to how much she's still wearing. If it's two girls, they kiss each other. Sound good?" Roy looked around.
Everyone nodded. The girls still looked confused. Frankly, so did the men. This was not how spin the bottle worked in their day.
"Alright, I'll get started." Roy spinned the bottle. It landed on Roxy.
"First, take your shot!" Roy said enthusiastically. Roxy took the bottle and filled her shot glass, then downed it like a pro.