Never Play Poker with Girls Chapter 00

Never Play Poker with Girls Chapter 00
By Jaech Reiter

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Setting: Florida, in the Southern United States, sometime in the month of March: Part of the setting is based off prior stories by Nialos Leaning and Steam Train, particularly 'The Last Boy Standing' stories.

Chapter 00
The Introduction

"It's a man's game, and you aren't invited!"

"Well if it's a man's game, how come you all get to play?"

"You're not even supposed to be down here, this is the boy's area!"

"That's what I thought. Not a man's area at all."

You wouldn't think Will and Melanie were twins the way they argued. They still had that twin-closeness at times, but lately they had been fighting more since they turned 12, often precipitated by Will trying to keep her out of his business and away from him and his friends, at least that's the way he saw it.

"MOM!!" Will hollered toward the stairs.

"Calling for your mommy," Tabitha McRory teased her best friend's brother. "Now what was it that made you think you were a man, little Willie."

Will grabbed his crotch and flipped Tabitha off. "The hair on my nuts says I am, and Willie ain't little if you wanna come and find out."

"Pervert," Tabitha said.

"Bitch," Will muttered back. He never did like Tabitha. "MOM!!"

"Never mind, I'll go up and ask mom myself," Melanie said huffily. It was a bluff, because she was pretty sure her mom would shoot her down. Unfortunately Will was just as sure, so he called her bluff. Melanie and her girlfriends marched back up the stairs to look for their mom.

The Gants were a large family, Mike and Judie Gant being the proud parents of the brood. The oldest was Marissa at 16 years of age and already driving, which at times was frustrating and at times a big help for the family. Ricky, now 15 and named after his Uncle Rick, came next a year later. And initially that was all Mike and Judie wanted, just one of each.

The baby years were fun years, but rough ones as Mike lost his job and had to take a lower paying one. Some more turmoil ensued, though eventually he was able to get a job that paid almost twice what the original one did. By the time Marissa and Ricky were out of the toddler years, the parents felt they could safely take a break. Mike surprised his wife with an anniversary cruise, and they dropped their 2 and 3 year old children off at her parents and went on their first vacation in 4 years.

It was very nice. The only problem was that Judie forgot her birth control medication, and the ship's pharmacy stocks were out of her type.

"No problem," Mike said, "I can wear condoms."

"Are you sure, honey? Oh, I feel terrible; I know that won't be as much enjoyment for you."

"My love, the time I'm inside you is no where near as long as the time I get to just hold you, and that's what I care more about anyway."

They couldn't make it back to the bedroom fast enough to have sex after that. Fortunately the cruise ship provided all of its Anniversary Suites and non-family rooms with a small supply of 6 condoms, replenished every morning. They used 4 of them before they even left the room again. The two had an absolute blast, and on the night of their actual anniversary, they had the most fun of all. This night was spent on Jamaica in a nice B&B before heading back to the ship the next morning. The only problem was that they didn't bring the condoms with them.

"One night won't hurt," Judie said, "Beside, I just entered my safe part of the month."

They made love literally ALL night long. They were exhausted the next day. Exhausted, but very happy.

Two months later Judie discovered she was pregnant, and that exhausted feeling came back again, only this time without so much of the happy part. Two months later they found out she was having twins, and now they both felt the exhaustion. However, Mike's job was going well, and Judie's mom was only too happy to help out. She loved babies.

The funny thing is, Judie wasn't as exhausted as she thought she would be, and she was realizing how much she missed having a baby. When the twins were three months old, Mike was scheduled for a vasectomy, but Judie had other plans.

"Before you go, Mike, I really want another baby."

Mike eventually got that vasectomy, but not before they had Henry.

Henry was now 11, but during the commotion downstairs, he and his best friend Heath were playing quietly in his room on the second floor. Ricky was down the hall on his own bed, iPod in his ears and chatting via text with a couple of girls; his dad was in the study, and Marissa was helping her mom in the kitchen. The main body of the house was two floors, the first floor with a huge Master suite and the upstairs with five bedrooms, one of which was a guest room until Will began begging for his own room. Both Will and Henry had been becoming more private and getting into more arguments over little things.

For Will, Henry was a pest, and his friends were pests. He often told him that and would even show him by a shove out the door when the 'older bpys' came over. To Henry, Will was just becoming an ass. There was only a years difference. In fact, some of Henry's older fiends in his 6th grade class were only a month or so below Will's younger friends in 7th grade. They had played well together until Will hit 5th grade and started 'becoming a man' and developed that 5th grader King-of-the-Hill attitude. Then he moved on to Middle School, but he only seemed to get worse in how he viewed his little brother.

Henry would be happy to see him gone out of the shared room and told his parents so. They sighed and wished their boy's could develop a better closeness; but for now they relented and agreed to separate rooms. With that Will left the larger and formerly shared room for his little brother.

There was also a finished half basement that had been converted (and soundproofed) into a game room for the kids. And a large central attic space with walk-up stairs that had been converted (and soundproofed) into a playroom. Despite the arguments amongst the kids, the Gants had discovered that they really were happier with five kids instead of two, and they became one of the neighborhood gathering places for playing and spendovers. At any given time as many as 20 kids could be somewhere within the large house, though it was usually around 7-12 kids on any given day.

When they would have spendovers, it wasn't uncommon for more than one child to want one or four of their friends over to spend the night. On these times, they would divide up the house. When it was the twins having guests (and invariably they would both want guests at the same time) the girls would usually get the attic space and the boys the basement

Such was the case tonight.

When Melanie and the girls went back upstairs to find their mom, Will followed behind. They found her in the kitchen and the arguments between the kids ensued.

"Will, you know that the girls have a right to use the basement until 8 pm."

Melanie smiled and stuck out her tongue at her brother.

"But if you have that attitude young lady, and if I think you are going down there just to bother the boys, then I will take away that right."

"But she is mom! The guys and I were going to play poker. The last time the girls were around, they kept ruining all our hands, blurting things out and giggling the whole time."

"So let us play, then," Melanie said.

"Well that sounds fair," Her mom said, checking the oven to see how the cake for dessert was looking.

"No, no it doesn't sound fair!"

"Honestly, Will, just for a few hands. It can't hurt. You aren't playing for money, are you?"

"No Mom, but we play for . . . uh, chips." He didn't want to admit that the boys had a system for converting chips into dares. And he didn't want the girls to know either. It was all minor stuff, but last week at Dean's house, Will had to run out to the mailbox naked and put in an envelope addressed to himself and leave it for the mail carrier to pick up. Inside the envelope was a 3x5 card on which he had written "I like boys." And signed his name. The whole dare used up four dares that Curtis had over him. He still hadn't received that letter, and he was a little bit nervous over it.

"Well, the girls can play for chips, too. Just until supper. That's an hour and a half, and then I'll let you boys have the basement the rest of the night."

"But that'll be a whole hour before we normally have to leave the basement," Melanie complained.

"Melanie, no complaints," her mom said. "You can't have your cake and eat it, too."

"Why do people say that?" Marissa asked. "I mean, we have a cake, right there in the oven; and we're going to eat it, too."

"You're not helping, Marissa."

"Mom," Will continued, still unhappy about the arrangement, "Girls can't play poker, it's a man's game!"

That probably wasn't the best thing to say to woman who had just finished an argument with her husband that ended in him saying. "Look, sweetie, guys are just better at directions. That's just how it is." It only made it worse that in her case it was true. But still, she wasn't going to passively let her son grow up chauvinistic.

"Will Gant! You take that back. That is rude and ignorant thing to say."

"No, it's a true thing to say," Will mumbled.

Judie wasn't having this, but she also knew something that Will and his friends did not. During the winter, when they were tearing up and re-grading the playing fields, they were also working on the girl's gym. So the girls had nothing to do during PE but sit in classrooms. The were supposed to be using that time as a study hall, but two of the rougher and tougher girls, both of whom had been held back once or twice, taught Melanie and her friends how to play poker - the back room way.

So while Will and his friends would get together once a week, often with others rotating in and out, the same six girls were playing on a daily basis, every day, for over two months. And they were betting with pennies and nickels. Judie knew about it, as did Marissa, and while she didn't generally approve, she allowed her daughter the experience, as did some of the other mothers, knowing it was going to be only a couple of months. In the end Melanie broke even. Julie was the worst player and was down 86 dollars, but her parents could afford that. Besides, it only came out to about 2 dollars a day.

"Will Gant," his mother continued, "You are going to put your money where your mouth is. You and the boys have a choice; you can play a few hands with the girls, or be kicked out of the basement for the rest of the night. And go to bed right after supper."

Will's mouth dropped open. This was so unfair, and he began to complain to that tune.

"Oh, good grief, Will, what is the big deal?" asked Marissa. "It's just a few hands of poker. Quit being a baby."

"Yeah," Melanie added, "I thought you said it was a MAN'S game. How can you play if you're being a baby."

"That's enough, Melanie," their mom chided, though it didn't stop her friends from laughing. "But I think your behavior deserves a learning lesson, Will. If you boys win after a few rounds, then the girls will not go down to the basement at all for the next couple of spendovers you have."

"Deal!" Will said.

"You should probably listen to the rest."

"I don't have to. I told you it's not a game for girls. They should consider themselves lucky that they're getting off easy."

"Mom!" Melanie started in, "What about when WE win?"

"Well, Will's already agreed to it, not that I needed his agreement, so how about if the girls win, all you boys are coming with me and the girls next week when we go shopping in Edwardsville."

"Edwardsville," Will muttered as the color drained from his face.

"Yes!! Thank you, mom!" Melanie called out, and her friends standing just at the edge of the kitchen got all giddy.

Will looked annoyed at them but tried to ignore them all the same as he spoke low to his mom. "But Edwardsville is in Benjamin County, mom."

"I'm aware of where it is, Will. I've been shopping there before."

"But you never made us come before because of . . . you know."

She knew. It was because of a strange and different county rule that was passed many years ago. Studies were still coming out looking at the social and emotional ramifications of the law and whether the drops in crime and bad behavior were short lived drops during an adjustment period, or true decreases. Nevertheless, the law remained popular, except for a very certain subset.

Judie was never sure how she felt about the law as it would apply to her own children, which is why she never took the boys with her before. She was equally unsure about taking Melanie in the past, but when she took Marissa last year, nothing bad happened. If anything it took some of the mystery out of boys. So she agreed to take Melanie and her friends with her this year. All the mothers were for it.

The law in question, of course, was Benjamin County Ordinance 17- 769, which stated all boys ages 3 to 15 must remain nude at all times while within County Limits. Three day passes could be obtained once a month by parents or guardians of non-residents, and medical exceptions could be made in rare situations. Otherwise the law was firm for everyone.

"I think that's a fair punishment for being presumptive, sexist, and rude all rolled up into one," his mom told him, "Besides, it would be good for you boys. I think you and Henry have become overly modest in recent years. Your father says you were even changing behind a towel at the pool, for goodness sake; and it was an all boys swim. That's just silly."

"The lifeguard wasn't a boy, though." And he didn't want her to know he wasn't particularly over-modest with his closest friends sometimes, but those were dares. "Mom, that's not a fair bet anyway."

"I think it's more than fair, and you already agreed to it. If you don't want to take it, then you boys come up and get ready for bed right now, and you can forget the use of the game room on future spendovers. I don't know what you're worried about, though, after all, you're a man, right? If you live up to your own expectations, then beating the girls should be no problem."

There was that. Even though his mother wasn't complimenting him any, it was true that beating the girls at poker would be a cinch. Then they couldn't come downstairs at all for the next two spendovers. There was just one more worrisome detail.

"And, WHEN, I - we - win," Will stressed, "We won't have to go to Benjamin County - ever?"

"Well, I don't know about 'ever' and I don't know about the other boys' parents, but I will certainly make no plans to take you there. Promise. But you have to win, son. And if you do win, I expect you to be nicer about things like this, or I'll find worse places than Benjamin County to take you. Maybe one of those counties that have the DANIP laws with the punishment centers."

A shiver went through Will. He had heard about those places in school. They got a transfer student last year who absolutely refused to talk about them. He didn't believe his mother would ever make him go through one of those punishment centers, but all the same: "No thank you. OK, so let's go play poker."

"Marissa," Judie said to her oldest daughter, after Will and the girls went downstairs, "Go with them and make sure everything stays fair and under control - for both the boys AND the girls."

"Yes, ma'am. But mom, one thing, I thought you had decided to go to Edwardsville next month because of the Fair that would be in town, and I thought we were going to Stanton next week to go to the Outlet Malls."

"That's right, we are."

"But Stanton is in Britten County, and that's before we get to Benjamin County."

"I know," Judie smiled, "But we'll let the boys sweat it out thinking that they are going to Edwardsville."

"Oh mom, you are evil."

"No, just trying to teach them a much needed lesson. Now go on downstairs while I get supper ready."