I Never Thought I'd Trade My Controller for Something Way More Fun

So my folks jet off for the holidays, leaving me and my step-bro alone. I'm all about my games, but he proposes a little challenge: every round he takes, off comes an item of my clothing. Can't say I'm mad—soon I'm feeling myself, then I'm on my knees, and before you know it, we're going at it hotter than a summer day. That marathon was the best kind of workout.