"So, what are you doing this weekend sis?" Ralph asked with an innocent look on his face.
"You know damned well what I'm doing! I'm doing nothing due to the fact that your latest idiotic maneuver got us both grounded!" Shirley angrily answered.
"Aw, now, twins shouldn't hold grudges against each other. I was only trying to brighten your day. Can't we kiss and make up?"
"Fat chance! In the eighteen years since we were born, you have consistently screwed things up. I'm surprised you didn't try to dick something up while we were still in mom."
"Well, I can't change things now. We are grounded for sure. Mom and dad are playing a golf tournament tomorrow so we'll be home alone. I'll try to be good to you."
"You better be, brother dear, or I'll kick your ass."
Ralph and Shirley retired to their respective bedrooms for the night. At breakfast the next day, mom said, "Okay you two. You are on your own until the tournament is over. Ralph, if you screw anything up and I mean anything, I'll ground you for a year and take your TV away."
"I'll be okay mom," he assured her.
"If I hear about you getting into any kind of trouble, you can kiss your new car goodbye," his dad told him. Mom and dad were out the door and gone.
"Well, stupid, you've got us on the edge of having no transportation for college. Are you happy now?" Shirley asked with a smirk.
"We'll have to figure out some way to amuse ourselves. How about a game of cards? We can't get into any trouble playing cards."
"Cards sound good, but if there is a way to screw it up, I'm sure you'll find it."
The twins sat in the living room playing cards on the coffee table for about an hour.
"Playing for matchsticks isn't that much fun," declared Ralph.
"Yeah, it does kind of suck," agreed Shirley. "Maybe we could up the stakes just to make it more exciting."
"Sounds good to me," Ralph agreed enthusiastically. "What'll we play for?"
"We could play strip poker as long as we set limits on the betting," Shirley said.
"Okay, what kind of limits?"
"How about when we get down to underwear, we call it quits?"
"Okay, deal 'em."
The game started with Shirley taking the early lead. Soon she had Ralph down to his t-shirt and boxers. Then Ralph started to win. Shirley was reduced to her socks, bra and panties.
"We better quit now," Shirley suggested.
"No, no, you've still got your socks."
"Okay, one more hand."
About that time Ralph shifted his position on the couch and Shirley get a good look at his cock up the leg of his boxer shorts. She wasn't paying much attention as Ralph dealt the cards.
"My t-shirt against one of your socks," Ralph declared.
Shirley looked at her cards. Three Queens! She quickly called the bet. "Give me one," she said. Ralph dealt her a jack to go with the other jack she held as a kicker. That gave her a full house! "I'll bet all of what I've got on against everything you've got on," she confidently stated.
"I'll call that bet!" Ralph replied with excitement in his voice.
She smiled as she spread her full house out on the coffee table.
Her eyes bugged out when Ralph rolled over four twos. "Take 'em off sis," he cried triumphantly.
Shirley stood up, not quite sure of whether she should or not. "I'll do it, but we've got to play one more hand after I take it all off so I can get it back."
"What are you going to cover your bets with? I've got all your clothes. You have nothing left to bet."
She glanced at his dick again. "I'll let you suck on my tits against your t-shirt and shorts."