Astonishingly, the light and partly humid cloud of tension that I felt as Emily's lips drew closer to my cheeks was a heavenly sight to gaze upon, if I hadn't had had my eyes firmly shut to the outcome of this wager.
The old man had nonchalantly asked, or should I say, commanded, Siliana and Emily to kiss me simultaneously. Siliana, being the lovely fruit she was, born in a world of dreadful hellish genital swindling, didn't have any objections to her grandfather. Emily, on the other hand, was rather shy at the notion of public displays of affection. Albeit, her hands trembled with anxiety, she flatly said in a flat tone much alike to her lovable bust.
"Is-is just kissing on the cheek okay? I-I suddenly don't want to do this…"
"Don'cka nowet owlet te game of kings work?" Vinsett stood firm on his last words. He really wanted us three to make some serious tongue action, a threesome fantasy which I rejected because of my strong anti-lesbianism stand.
