"E-Ethan," she said, voice soft but steady now.
Ethan raised one eyebrow, that cocky little smirk already tugging at his mouth. "Yeah? What's up?"
She hesitated for half a second, fingers twisting in her lap, then straightened her back a little. "I… I command you to give Bella a sincere apology. Right now. And you have to mean it."
The room let out this big collective breath, it was relief, like "oh thank god it's not something crazy."
Ethan rolled his eyes, but he pushed himself up off the floor anyway, brushing his hands on his pants like it was no big deal. He stepped over to Bella, stopping just close enough that she had to tilt her head up to glare at him.
"Fine," he said, dragging the word out a little. "Sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to brush up against you. It was an accident. I'm sorry."
He didn't sound super sincere, he was more like he was reading off a script but he said it, at least.
Bella stared at him for a long beat, arms still crossed tight under her chest, pushing her cleavage up higher in the strapless blue dress. Her breasts rose and fell with each sharp breath, the tops swelling over the low neckline. Finally she huffed, blowing a strand of black hair out of her face.
"Whatever," she muttered. "Accepted. Just don't do it again."
Ethan shrugged, that smirk never quite leaving his face, and dropped back down to his spot on the floor like nothing happened.
Max laughed, loud and easy, clapping his hands once. "Alright... round three."
He scooped up all the cards, gave them a quick shuffle with that practiced flick of his wrists, and laid out a fresh row face-down on the coffee table.
This time the suspense felt thicker. Everyone leaned in at once, fingers hovering, eyes darting between each other like we were all trying to guess who'd pull the King next.
Ethan let out a bored sigh as Max finished laying the cards. "This is getting kinda lame, man. These dares are weak. We need some real spice."
Bella's eyes snapped to him, narrowing. "Oh yeah? Talk big now, but say that again when you pull the King."
Ethan grinned wider, leaning back on his hands. "Careful what you wish for, princess."
Bella rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck. "Whatever."
We all reached at the same time. My fingers closed around the top card, heart thumping. I turned it over slowly.
Not the King, this time too.
Ethan held his up last, the King card staring back at everyone.
"Talk of the devil," he said, grin stretching ear to ear.
Bella side-eyed him hard, lips pressing into a thin line. I could practically hear her cursing herself for jinxing it earlier. Ethan's eyes lit up like he'd just won the lottery. He leaned forward, scanning the circle slowly, savoring the moment.
"Relax," he said, locking eyes with Bella. "I've got a great idea for you, princess… but not yet. I'm saving that one."
His gaze slid past her, landing on Mom. She was sitting cross-legged, one thigh exposed high up the slit, the qipao silk clinging to her curves. Ethan's smirk softened into something smoother, more deliberate.
"Mrs. Elena." he said, voice dropping a little lower.
Mom tilted her head, smiling that calm, amused smile she always had. "Go ahead, Ethan. What dare do you have in mind for this old lady?"
Ethan laughed softly. "Old? Come on, Elena—I wouldn't say that. You look like you could pass for twenty-five."
Mom flushed just a touch, waving her hand like it was nothing, but her smile widened. "Flattery will get you everywhere, young man."
Ethan leaned in a fraction. "So… can I just call you Elena?"
She laughed lightly. "I don't mind at all."
Ethan's grin turned wicked. "Perfect. So, Elena… I command you to tell me your cup size."
The room went dead silent for a second.
My eyes widened. Chloe's hand tightened around mine. Bella's mouth dropped open. Even Lara looked stunned.
Ethan spread his hands, laughing. "What? I'm the King. I can ask whatever I want."
Bella shot forward. "Hey! You can't just ask that! That's not even a dare."
Max shrugged, casual as ever. "Technically he can. King says anything. No rules against questions."
Bella turned to Mom, desperate. "Mom, you don't have to answer this ridiculous question. Tell him to go fuck himself."
Mom's pale cheeks flushed a deeper pink. I waited for her to snap, to shut Ethan down, to look angry or embarrassed enough to refuse. But she didn't. Instead, she put one hand lightly on her chest, right over the swell of her upper breasts that bulged against the diamond cutout of the qipao. The silk stretched tighter, creamy skin glowing under the lights.
"They're F-cups," she said softly, almost shy. "They're… too big, right?"
The room exploded into a mix of gasps, laughs, and stunned silence.
Bella stared. "Mom…"
Max whistled low. "Wow. Really?"
Ethan leaned back, eyes locked on Mom's chest. "They're perfect. I've never seen breasts that big look so good. Seriously, Elena... you're unreal."
Mom flushed deeper, waving her hand again. "You guys are embarrassing me…"
Chloe leaned closer to me, her breath warm against my ear.
"You want to know mine?" she whispered, voice soft and sweet, teasing in a way I'd never heard from her before.
I froze. "Huh? Your…"
She giggled quietly, seeing my face go red. "I was just joking."
Then, softer, "But… if you want to know…" She placed both hands lightly on her own breasts through the fluffy pink night shirt, cupping them just enough to make the soft mounds shift and press against the fabric. The neckline dipped lower for a second, showing more of the smooth upper curves.
I turned my head away fast, cheeks burning. A thought hit me hard—was she drunk? I hadn't seen her drink anything all night, but the way she was talking… the teasing… it felt different. Bold. Not like the shy Chloe I knew.
To be continued…
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