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Dare

By: NeverSmart



Prone and creeping up on an enemy position, I silently willed my unwitting adversary to remain complacent for a moment longer so I could...

"MATT!"

"What the fuck? Amy! What?" I said, turning to see my twin sister standing at my bedroom door. 

"Don't get all twisted. I tried calling you like, five times. It's not my fault you can't hear with your headphones on," she shot back, looking unremorseful. 

"Great! I'm dead. Are you happy?" I huffed, throwing my hands in the air. 

I took my online gaming seriously, even if it was mainly against sugar enhanced middle school students. My friend Greg was laughing in my headphones

"You so got owned like a noob!" he whooped in my ear.

"Shut up Greg. Hold on a sec," I said, turning to face my sister.

"What do you need Ames?" I asked, expectantly.

The only time Amy showed up at my door and actually respected my space was when she needed something. That something was usually money. 

"Could you loan me fifty bucks?" she said in her customary submissive voice. 

Amy and I have a normal, healthy relationship for two twenty-two year olds still living with their parents. Well rehearsed give and take, with the odd dust up, but lately Amy was taking more than giving. 

"No, I don't think so," I replied neatly.

"Aw, come on. I don't have time to argue. Jessica's picking me up any minute," Amy whined back.

Jessica and Amy had been best friends from the moment they met, and Jessica was pretty much a second sister to me as a result. 

The girls actually looked so much alike, same height, same pilates sculpted bodies with generous b-cup breasts and such remarkably similar features; they were constantly mistaken for sisters. 

"You already owe me a hundred and twenty," I answered.

"I'll pay you back next week when I get paid. I promise," she pleaded.

"She owes you one twenty?" Greg sounded in my ear.

"I'd be asking her to blow me if she owed me that much," he chuckled.

"Shut up Greg," I muttered in to the headset, though he had a point.

"Please Matt? You know I can't ask mom and dad for money. You're my only hope," she said, smirking at the corny Star Wars reference.

Dad was overseas on business and mom was visiting our aunt for the weekend, so it was true that I was indeed her only option.

Smiling at her jape, I asked, "What's in it for me? I was planning to buy a pizza. I don't have enough for both."

"What do you want? I'll do anything," Amy countered as her cell phone chirped.

"I want to see you naked," I said on a whim grinning. 

"Fuck off. I'm not doing that," she scoffed, trying to choke back a laugh. 

We stared at each with playful grins, neither of us quite sure where this was heading.

"Yeah, Matty! That's what I'm talking about," Greg yelled in my ear.

I had forgotten Greg was still able to hear our conversation. With a quick tap of a key, the connection was cut.

"Come on Matt. You know I'm not going to show you anything. I promise I'll pay you back," Amy said, blushing.

"No, I think I like the idea of you, for once, giving me something for my generosity. Your choice," I finished looking her straight in the eyes. 

Amy's cell phone chirped again. 

"Alright. Fuck!" she said stamping her foot. "But, not now. When I get home, okay?"

I had no real intention of collecting. I just wanted to let Amy squirm a little when she showed up trying to back out later. 

"Okay. Here you go. Fifty dollars," I said, holding out two twenties and a ten.

"I guess I'll see you later?" I smirked.

Amy reached out and sheepishly took the money, looking very uncertain about what had just transpired. 

"Have fun...and say hi to Jess," I called after her as she disappeared out of sight.

Turning back to my laptop, I slipped the headphones back in place, punched the keyboard and picked up where I left off with Greg pestering me for details. 

The hours between my last parting words and the sound of a key fumbling at the front door passed surprisingly quickly. 

I had finished playing a few hours ago and at nearly two in the morning, had settled for a latest download and the odd porn site. 

"Matty! I'm home. You better be up or you're going to miss out," Amy sang out.

"Oh, Matty. There you are," she said, poking her head around my door, shoes in hand.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked, quickly assessing that Amy was beyond fun.

"I had a great night. Jessica and me danced our asses off," she said, giving me a quick sample of her moves before stumbling and dropping her shoes. 

"Oops. I think I'm a little bit drunk," Amy slurred as she righted herself.

"Yeah, I think you might be," I concurred sarcastically.

"Well, I'm ready to do it. I'm ready to get...NAKED!" Amy exclaimed.

"Really?" I asked, surprised by her enthusiasm. 

"Well, I said I would...and Jessica said that she thought it would be sooo hot. She thinks you're cute," she explained, looking less than focused.

"Plus she dared me so, I can't not do it now," Amy exhaled, reaching for the zip on her dress.

I watched in stunned silence as Amy's little, black dress crumpled in a heap at her feet. A simple, matching black bra and thong hugged her figure perfectly, defining her toned curves. 

It took but an instant for Amy to unclip her bra and toss it aside. 

Her thong proved to be a little tricky for my dexterously inhibited sister. To steady herself, Amy reached out and grabbed my shoulder, as she kicked away her thong. 

"Okay. I did it. What do you think?" she asked, the alcohol obviously freeing her from any inhibitions. 

"I think Jessica was right. This is hot. You're hot," I answered, staring at Amy's breasts. 

"Take a picture. It lasts longer," Amy giggled.

"Sorry. I'm just a little..." I stammered.

Amy, ignoring my rambling, leaned over and with surprising grace, plucked my iPhone up off my desk.

Standing back, she punched the screen. 

"What's your password?" she asked coyly.

"Five, five, one, one," I replied blankly.

It took two attempts, but Amy soon navigated her way to the camera mode. 

Holding the phone at arm's length, she began snapping shots of herself. First, Amy focused on her pert, twin peaks, then round the back, centering her butt in shot, finally taking a few pictures of her sparsely covered sex. 

"That should do it," she slurred, tossing the phone in to my lap. 

Smiling proudly at me, then through me, Amy turned and started walking toward my bed.

"Why don't you take a few shots? If you want to," she suggested over her shoulder.

"You sure?" I asked in disbelief, all the while wondering just how much Amy had had to drink. 

"Mmm hmm," Amy replied, as I aimed the phone at her silhouette and hit the record button.

Amy crawled on to my bed, and looked back with a glassy eyed grin.

"How does this look? Sexy? I think I have a great butt, don't you?" she asked, pausing to wait for an answer. 

"You definitely have a fantastic butt. I've always loved your butt," I admitted, zooming in on Amy's downy lips. 

"You know, Jessica thinks I have a great butt too. She loves butts. And she loves sticking stuff in hers, but I didn't tell you that," Amy giggled.

"Do you want to know a secret?" she asked, whispering.

I nodded, panning out to record the wickedly cute look on Amy's face.

"I really like it too, but ssshhh," Amy confided, grinning with a finger to her lips. 

My subsequent expression turned Amy's grin in to brilliant smile. 

"Do you want to know something else? Jessica and I dare each other to do stuff," she said, not making a great deal of sense to me. 

"The pictures were so funny when I had to stick a carrot up my butt," Amy laughed, flopping on her back.

"Oh, are you still taking pictures?" she asked, noticing I still had the phone in my hand. 

"Is it okay? I can stop..." I suggested, but Amy shook her head. 

"No, no, no. Jessica said I agreed to let you see me naked so, I should let you look until you are satisfied and obviously you aren't," Amy answered.

"So, you told Jessica about this, huh?" I asked. 

"I tell Jessica everything. We have no secrets except the ones we share," Amy answered simply. 

"Did you tell Greg?" she asked, her face darkening for the first time since she entered.

"Fuck no!" I exclaimed.

"He's a dick. He'd never keep his mouth shut. I told him you told me to go fuck myself again and left without the money," I replied, embellishing the actual conversation I had with Greg. 

Amy's face brightened again.

"That's good. He's creepy," she said, looking like she swallowed a bug. 

I checked the time counter on my phone and discovered I had nearly ten minutes of footage. Standing at the foot of my bed, Amy waved at the phone. 

"Hey, Matt. Do you think I'd make a good porn-star?" she asked as she spread her legs and pushed her breasts together.

"Fuck, yeah!" I choked out, stunned by the sight of Amy baring her all.

All of a sudden, Amy grabbed her head.

"The room's spinning," she whimpered, her eyes wide with fear. 

"Oh, fuuuck. I think I'm going to be sick," Amy blurted, trying to get to her feet. 

"It's okay. I'm here. Take this," I said, quickly handing Amy my small trash can from under my desk. 

"Go ahead. Throw up in that," I urged her. 

"I think I need the bathroom," Amy wept, clutching her stomach, trying to stop it from turning over.

"It's okay Ames. I'll help you, just let it out. Better out than in," I assured her. 

For the better part of an hour, Amy spent the majority of time crying and retching up the contents of her stomach, while I rubbed her back and kept her hair free of vomit. 

Eventually, Amy's system satisfied that it could rid itself of no more toxins, eased up and let me help her in to her pajamas and then in to bed. 

"Thanks Matt," Amy croaked just before she closed her eyes and surrendered to her exhaustion.

Feeling every part the protective brother, I sat at the edge of Amy's bed and stroked her hair. 

Leaving a towel beside her, just in case, I headed for the bathroom to sanitize the toilet and surrounding splash zone. 

Five minutes later, smelling of bleach and pine needles, I looked in on Amy and then wandered back to my room spent. 

Seeing Amy's dress and underwear by my desk brought my wary mind back in to sharp focus. 

My iPhone lay dark in the folds of my duvet. 

I stared at it for a moment, a grin swelling across my face, as my carnal instincts pushed their way to the fore. 

"Okay. Interesting," I said to myself, pressing my forefingers together over my mouth. 

In a way, I felt a little intimidated by the enormity of the contents of my iPhone's memory. 

Even though I knew Amy would be out cold until at least sun-up, I quietly closed my bedroom door before picking the phone up. 

Plugging the phone in to its cradle, I triggered the synchronization sequence to upload the new video and pictures to my laptop. 

The process complete, I sat down and exhaled, "Let's see what fifty dollars buys." 

Browsing the promising collection of thumbnails was tempting and certainly sent blood rushing south, but I was of a single mind. I had to watch Amy's performance again. 

The iPhone had assigned the video file such an innocently generic name that I skipped over it on first glance. Quickly realizing my error, I clicked the file and the screen filled with the familiar memory of Amy climbing on to my bed. 

Settling back, I slid my hand down in to my sweat pants and slowly stroked my full erection. 

"Jess was right. This is hot," I said softly. 

I knew then that I would forever view Amy not only as my sibling, but as a sexy, desirable, sexual woman. 

A part of my mind still wrestled with the new paradigm, but for the most part, I figured, too late now.

Pacing my excitement, I unexpectedly heard something that had not registered at the time I was videographer, but made me sit up now. 

A quick click and Amy repeated the words that piqued my attention. 

"The pictures were so funny when I had to stick a carrot up my butt."

Pictures. There were pictures of my sweet sister with a carrot poking out of her butt. 

For as long as I could recall, Amy and I had always respected each other's privacy, but the instant I comprehended her words, I knew what I was going to do. I was going to find those pictures. 

Letting the video play out, I climaxed as Amy struck her porn-starlet pose. 

Cumming in to a sock I had left earlier in anticipation of this event, I tossed the sock in with my other dirty laundry and crawled in to bed. 

Giving myself one last satisfied smile, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

~~~~

Daylight streamed through my window gently waking me the next morning. Opening an eye, I spied that it was a little after eleven. 

The house was silent, a good sign that Amy was still resting after her ordeal. 

Sweeping the duvet to one side and my legs to the other, I looked first to the pair of heels and then to small heap of black fabric Amy had shed and considered my options. 

Did I want to have Amy find them in my room, or deliver her lost property as if she had never been here in the first place? 

Judging Amy's probable state last night, I thought it was more than likely she would have very little recollection of what had transpired. Based on that hypothesis, I scooped up the evidence with the intent of further blurring what would already be a vague recount. 

Amy was snoring as I fabricated what I thought would be a good approximation of her undressing drunk. 

Taking one last moment to admire my artistry, I started toward the kitchen to quiet my growling hunger. 

A muffled beep rang out from Amy's handbag on the kitchen bench. Intrigued, I rifled the bag retrieving her iPhone.

The display signaled it was apparently time for Amy to get up. Knowing Amy's usual brand of hangover, I hesitated to deliver the news having played "the messenger" baring bad tidings once before.

In the end, my curiosity of Amy's first reaction sent me carrying the bleating device to its owner.

Standing at her door, I tossed the iPhone like a live grenade and watched. 

"Ungh...ahhh! Turn it off!" Amy shouted in to her pillow.

"Sorry. It's your phone," I replied. 

"What?" she whined, turning her head to face me. 

"It's your phone. You set the alarm," I informed her. 

"Can you pass it to me?" Amy muttered. 

Stepping in, I picked up her phone and held it out to her. 

"What time is it?" Amy asked, rubbing her eyes. 

"Half past eleven," I replied as she took the phone.

"I feel like complete crap. My head is killing me. Oh, nooo. I don't want to go to work today," she groaned, looking at her phone. 

"I'm not surprised. You were puh-luted last night," I grinned.

"You think, genius?!? I barely remember how I got home," she bit back.

"It's Jessica's fault. She had us all doing shots of tequila. Never again," Amy winced, massaging her temples.

Looking at her clothes strewn about the room, Amy sat up ready to start what would probably be a hideous day. 

"Do you want coffee?" I offered, turning to leave.

"I don't think I'm up to that yet," she replied, "maybe after I have a shower I'll feel human." 

"Good call," I agreed taking my leave. 

Making my way back to my bedroom, I felt electrified. What would happen next? For all intensive purposes, Amy seemed to have no idea what had happened bare hours ago. 

Surely she could not be completely clueless? 

It was not important right now. What was important was that Amy was about to have a shower. Now was the opportunity to put my plan in to action. 

Like me, Amy exercised good security with regard to her personal information, meaning, she always used a passworded screen-saver on her laptop. 

The Achilles' heel of this method of protection is that it leaves a potential window for someone else to disable the password element without the owner's knowledge if they don't set the screen-saver off as soon as they walk off. 

Like me, her first call would be to log on and check for messages. All I had to do was wait until Amy was in the shower, and then sneak in to her room and change the setting. 

It wasn't long before I heard the shower come to life, followed soon after by the familiar sounds of someone bathing.

Stealing my nerves, I whispered, "Game on."

The whole mission took less than a minute, even with my shaky hands. 

Retreating to the kitchen, I sat down and wondered if I was insane.

Like a watched kettle, it seemed as if time had stopped waiting for Amy. In actuality, only twenty minutes had elapsed when the sound of her heels clacked up the hardwood hallway.

"How you feeling?" I asked, trying to be my normal self.

"Oh, pretty crappy. I've loaded up on Advil so I'm feeling less pain. Still can't look at food though," Amy said smiling weakly.

"Matt, what are you doing today?" she asked. 

"No plans," I lied, trying not to grin. 

"Could you give me a lift to work?" Amy asked looking hopeful. 

"Okay. When?" I replied. 

"Five minutes. Just let me do my hair," she said plainly relieved.

"Meet you at the car," I advised, rising to don the acceptable bare minimum of clothes. 

Amy looked surprisingly fresh when she emerged from the house. 

"I'm impressed," I said as Amy fastened her seatbelt. 

"'I'm not. I look like crap! I thought about calling in sick, but I need the money," she said. 

"Besides, I'm not going out tonight. Jessica's flying out with her parents to see their relatives today so I'll just crash when I get home," Amy rationalized. 

"How long is Jess going for?" I asked starting the car. 

"Two weeks. Last night was like a sort of farewell party," she replied. 

"You guys partied hard, huh? I don't think I've ever seen you that drunk," I remarked. 

"We don't normally do shots. I don't like getting drunk, and I hate throwing up half the night," Amy admitted bitterly. 

"Thanks for looking after me. I don't remember much, but I remember you rubbing my back while I was sick," she said looking down at her lap.

"You'd do it for me, right? But you owe me for cleaning the bathroom," I teased. 

"Thanks Matt," she smiled back, genuinely grateful, as we pulled up at the mall. 

"Do you need me to pick you up?" I asked. 

"No, I can get a ride home. Thanks for driving me. See you later," she replied shutting the door. 

"No problem Ames. Just call if you change your mind," I called out the window as I pulled away. 

~~~~

It would be fair to say that I pushed the speed limit in my eagerness to return to what I hoped was a successful plan.

Breathless after sprinting to the front door, I slotted the key and stepped across the threshold. 

Stopping by my desk to retrieve a memory stick, I strode toward Amy's bedroom. 

Amy had a funny, little cartoon character dancing around her screen when it wasn't in use. 

Subconsciously, I held my breath as I bumped the mouse. 

For a moment, nothing happened, but then, just as planned, Amy's desktop appeared. 

"Sweet!" I exclaimed. 

Quickly finding a seat, I grasped the digital rodent and brought up a search window.

"Okay. We are looking for a picture containing a carrot. Let's start with a simple search of all images files," I reasoned aloud. 

Releasing the search across Amy's hard drives produced several hundred possibilities across too many locations. 

Not relishing the idea of combing through a haystack for a needle, I tried my second logical bet. 

"Okay. Let's look for the word carrot," I mused keying the word in to the appropriate field. 

Maneuvering the pointer back over the "search" button, I clicked and set the request in motion. 

Who knew Amy was a foodie. A few dozen file addresses appeared, all purporting to have something to do with carrots. It was sobering scrolling down the list of culinary references until a word popped out in one of the lines of text; "dare".


Dare



I scanned the following line and again the word "dare" was listed.

I reviewed the full title and it became apparent, that there was a directory folder named "Dare" and that the folder contained multiple video files with the word "carrot" in the file name.

My heart pounded and a grin lit my face. 

I knew I couldn't open the files on Amy's laptop without leaving a digital footprint, but I could copy them off it.

My memory stick chimed its arrival through the laptop's speakers and prompted a new window showing the drive's location relative to the overall hierarchy.

It was a simple act of dragging the "Dare" folder over my rogue drive's location to start the download. 

Satisfied that all was as it should be, a wave of calm released all the tension that I had pent up. 

I had only expected the job to take a few minutes, but the status animation showed that the copying was nowhere near complete. 

Patience regarding computers, and there intrinsic need to try people's, had come naturally to me. Rarely did I doubt my laptop's ability to win out if given time. 

However, this was Amy's chew toy and I had little confidence as to its nature. 

Ten minutes passed and admittedly the estimated time of the operation was nearing zero.

Relief washed over me when the status window abruptly disappeared.

Amy's laptop looked none the wiser for my illicit scavenging by the time I disconnected my drive. 

"Let's see what we have here," I said, feeding the memory stick in to a waiting port in my own laptop.

"Holy shit," I breathed in awe.

Displayed on my screen were some thirty odd video files, each one with either "Amy" or "Jess" headlining the file names. 

A quick glance down the list enlightened me as to the naming convention employed to the files.

Following the "Amy" or "Jess" component of the file name was a noun like, for instance "Carrot", but always the word "Dare" followed after. 

A typical file name would be "Amy-Carrot Dare" or "Jess-Zucchini Dare". 

If sorted alphabetically, the files starting with "Amy" equaled in number to the "Jess" ones. 

If listed chronologically, it became obvious that the files were generated using a simple pattern. An "Amy" file, and then a "Jess" file repeating over and over.

The creation dates indicated that initially the files were generated in pairs spaced a week apart, but that the rhythm changed to just one file a week and finally to seemingly random intervals. 

In the later files, I noticed the names more often than not had one of two endings, "Greek" or "Uncle".

An overwhelming sense of excitement had me buzzing on the edge of my seat. 

Ready to dive in to the mix, a small pang of guilt halted me. 

If I opened just one file, I would have to live with the fact that I had totally betrayed an unwritten law that Amy and I had forged over the years. 

Suddenly, the thought of breaking that trust weighed heavily on my conscience, but an instant later that all changed. 

"What the fuck?" I frowned. 

There, in amongst the various titles was my name, not once, but four times.

My concern for maintaining my sibling integrity vanished as I targeted the file named "Amy-Matt-cam Dare" and opened it.

"Oh my God. I can't believe this," I heard Jessica say excitedly, as the picture panned savagely around Amy's bedroom before steadying on Amy. 

"Hurry Amy," Jessica pleaded. 

"If you'd shut up, I'd be done already," Amy replied.

"Okay, okay. Just go," Jessica's voice urged.

Framing Amy's face to the left of shot, Jessica was taking clean video of me sitting at my desk, naked, on Amy's laptop screen. 

"Okay. This is the Matt-cam dare," Amy announced. 

"Right now, my brother Matty is in his bedroom, jerking off to porn and we have a live Skype connection to my iPhone which Jessica dared me to put in Matty's room," she explained. 

"I didn't think we'd catch him jacking off," Jessica exclaimed, moving what must have been her iPhone, closer to the screen.

"This is so awesome!" Amy declared. 

"He's got a pretty big dick," Jessica said, pointing a finger at the screen. 

"Yeah, but we thought it was last time we saw it," Amy stated knowingly. 

"That was a fun dare too, but this one severely rocks," Jessica's voice bellowed as if over a PA. 

I sat mortified. Last time they saw it. 

Then I smiled. 

Did I really care that my sister and her best friend witnessed me doing my favorite hobby? No, not really. The more I watched and listened to the girls' commentary, the more confident I felt.

Far from embarrassing, the experience was proving to be a bit of an ego boost. 

"Wonder what he's looking at?" Jessica thought out loud. 

"Well, it could be something from his anal collection. Or maybe the lesbian stuff," Amy offered. 

"I bet it's the "other" folder. It feels like that sort of night," Jessica giggled. 

Abruptly, Jessica's face flashed in to view. 

"Oh, Matty. If you only knew how you inspired us. Well, your choice in porn did," she said theatrically as I heard Amy burst out laughing.

I was confused. 

"How the fuck did they get to my porn?" I asked myself. 

I prided myself on how well defended my laptop's contents were, so what I had just heard was a resounding slap in the face. 

Terminating the playback, I found the file named "Amy-Matt's Porn" and clicked it to life. 

Amy's face filled the screen. 

"Go? Okay. So, the devious Jessica has just dared me to try and find my brother Matty's porn stash," Amy said.

"He's a guy so, he's going to have porn," she concluded, walking the hallway to my bedroom. 

The next few minutes were of Amy doing a cursory search of my room, admitting that she doubted I would have any hardcopy. 

"What's the plan now Sherlock?" I heard Jessica say. 

"Well, Matty is paranoid about his precious laptop so, I'm not getting in there," Amy stated putting a grin on my face. 

"Buuut...he doesn't lock his external drive away," she sang, in a mocking voice. 

Even though I was viewing the past and the damage was done, my first impulse was to reach for the drive. 

"It's already too late dingus," I reminded myself, feeling completely duped. 

"Okay. Where to next?" I pondered, trying to shake off the fact that I'd been a joke for well over two months. 

"I guess I'll start at the start. Let's see what "Amy-Chili Dare" is," I said clicking on the file. 

The content was funny, but not what I thought it would be. As was customary, there was a brief intro featuring Amy, but the dare was just that Amy had to eat a hot chili. It was hilarious watching her face turn crimson and the desperate panic that ensued, but it was very vanilla. 

"Let's try..."Jess-Wasabi Dare"," I said. 

When the screen filled, it was Jessica's smiling face that popped up. 

"Okay thrill-seekers. The lovely Amy has just dared me to eat this ball of wasabi that came with our Japanese take out," Jessica said, holding up a sizable ball of green Wasabi paste. 

In less than a minute, tears streaked her cheeks and mucus ran freely from her nose. I laughed along with Amy while Jessica suffered. 

The scene ended with Jessica mopping up the secretions from her puffy, flushed face, both girls laughing and chattering. 

Thoroughly over my initial skepticism, I made a short visit to the kitchen and returned with snacks, prepared to continue the entertainment.

Taking a bite of my own signature sandwich, I queued up the next two files; "Amy-Banana Dare" and "Jess-Hot Dog Dare". 

Viewing these two dares gave me an insight regarding both girls' abilities in the oral sex department. 

Their attempts to deep throat the phallic stand-ins prompted me to do a mental comparison of my own experiences and I drew the conclusion that they had obviously had very happy boyfriends. 

The light-hearted, relatively tame opening dares soon developed a more adult and definitely sexual flavor. 

I spent two and a half hours watching Amy and Jessica trade dare after dare, Jessica exploiting Amy and then Amy commanding one better of Jessica. 

I could see the brilliance of forethought to record their dares. They really made for great viewing. 

I had also come to understand that there was an unwritten law that no dare would be repeated. 

Having reached what I regarded as a milestone, namely the raid on my porn fortress, I took a moment to do mental review. 

I now knew first hand that Amy had purposefully attended a gym wearing fully camel-toed tights, enjoyed having ice cubes stiffen her nipples and clit, had stuck half sucked Altoid mints in her ass and her puss because it had been in Cosmo , and was adept at shaving off every pubic hair below her waist. 

I also knew that Jessica had gone dancing in a very short dress sans underwear, loved the sensation of hot wax dripping on her breast and butt, was able to cum with clothes pegs on her nipples, and had a Brazilian wax while being videoed.

"This is fucking awesome!" I laughed out loud. 

The house phone rang out from the kitchen. 

"Hello," I said, in to the handset having tracked it down. 

"Hi Matthew," I heard my mother replied. 

"Hi Mom. How's Aunt Lisa?" I asked dutifully.

"Oh, she's fine. How are you and Amy? I tried calling Amy, but she's not answering," she asked. 

"Amy's at work. Do you want me to pass on a message?" I replied. 

"I just wanted to tell you both that I'm going to stay a few more days," she informed me. 

"Lisa could use a little help with the kids over the school break," mom explained. 

"Okay Mom. I'll tell Amy when she gets home," I assured her. 

"Call me if you need to otherwise, I'll see you Wednesday," she advised. 

"Will do. Bye Mom," I replied. 

"Bye sweetheart," mom said, before hanging up. 

Pressing the off button, I left the phone on the kitchen bench and scrambled playfully back to my bedroom. 

Dropping heavily in to my chair, I took a deep breath and stared hard at the next two files. 

Ignoring the "Jess-Zucchini Dare", I hovered over the "Amy-Carrot Dare". 

"Okay, "Amy-Carrot Dare". I hope you are what I think you are," I muttered under my breath. 

The split second delay between mouse click and execution seemed abnormally long before the playback started. 

"Are you ready?" I heard Amy ask, as the familiar shaky second or two of camerawork steadied. 

"Yep," Jessica answered. 

"Welcome to dare of the week. This week, the naughty Jessica has dared me to masturbate with the largest carrot we could find at the supermarket," Amy bubbled. 

"So, this is what we found in the organic produce section," Amy said, holding up an unusually large carrot. 

"Okay. Quick side note. The idea for this dare came from my brother Matty's porn collection," Amy added grinning. 

"Yeah, thanks Matty!" Jessica called out off screen. 

"I guess I had better get comfortable. Don't need these," Amy said, taking off her jeans and underwear. 

"Should I take everything off?" Amy asked Jessica. 

"Definitely," Jessica replied confidently. 

"Alright. Okay. So, I'm pretty wet, but this orange guy's huge," Amy said, shedding her t-shirt and bra.

"We talked about this and I'm going to try without lube and use saliva," she surmised. 

"Buuut... if things don't go so smoothly, we have a plan B. A tube of KY that got us some strange looks," Amy giggled, producing the tube from a plastic bag.

"Oh, we were so totally busted," Jessica chuckled. 

"I think we are ready. I'll just get comfortable on my bed here and..." Amy paused.

With a pillow behind her back, Amy sat slouched against the wall and proceeded to dip the carrot tip gingerly in and out of her pussy. 

"It's cold. I've got goose-bumps," she stopped and pointed to her arm. 

"You've got a lot more to go," Jessica voice reminded. 

"Wow. Pushy thing ain't cha? Want some?" Amy joked, holding the tip out towards the phone. 

"After you," Jessica quipped back.

"I'm a little dry. Hold on," Amy said and promptly sucked on the carrot, leaving a trail of saliva. 

Amy escalated her efforts, moving from an exploration to an assault, pushing the carrot deeper with each stroke. 

"Who's a slut? Come on Amy. Only, like, five inches to go!" Jessica barracked, as the carrot disappeared. 

"I need the lube," Amy said abruptly and flipped the cap open. 

"Fuck. It's got that frigging silver thing," she swore, completely frustrated. 

Jessica cackled in the background and then moved in closer. 

"Fucking finally," Amy announced, throwing the seal away, looking more than flustered. 

Holding the carrot skyward, Amy blanketed the tip with a long, spiraled slug of the clear gel. 

Liberally slicking the colorful produce, Amy exposed her gaping entry and drove the carrot home. 

"Fuck, that stuff's good," Amy gasped, unexpectedly burying over three quarters of it in. 

"Holy shit! That's like eight inches! Can you take it all?" Jessica asked excitedly. 

Amy didn't reply, instead she just pushed and pulled the carrot with deliberate strokes. 

Wet, lip-smacking sounds, a by-product of Amy's faster, sloppier strokes, signaled her last, big push. 

"Fuck...fuck.....I'm cumming....I'm cumming!" Amy wailed, then held her breath and shoved hard. 

I came watching my sister's clenched eyes, waiting for her to return. 

"Amy! Oh my God. You did it! You did it! Oh my fucking God. How do you feel?" Jessica blurted excitedly. 

"Fucked," Amy answered, setting the carrot down, sweat beading her brow. 

"I bet. I didn't think you could do it," Jessica remarked. 

"Neither did I," Amy replied exhausted, but smiling. 

"Spread your legs," Jessica directed. 

"Whoa. You look like you sex with a donkey," Jessica chuckled. 

"Jessica! That's disgusting. How could you even..." Amy laughed, screwing up her face. 

"Turn that off," she demanded playfully and with that, Amy vanished. 

I sat breathing heavily, noting that I too was covered in a film of sweat.

The video was off the charts hot, but it was not what was promised. 

Deciding it was probably a good opportunity to freshen up, I headed for the shower.

Emerging clean and primed, I grabbed a snack and merrily returned to my desk. 

For the next hour and a half, I witnessed a dual of sorts. Amy set Jessica a Corona bottle to conquer. Jessica retaliated with a cucumber for Amy to tackle. 

"Jess-Matt Jr Dare" was my unveiling that girls had reference. 

Jessica had been given the task by Amy, and had displayed great stealth in removing my duvet, leaving me naked. She had turned the heating up to encourage me to embrace its removal. 

"That is just evil," I admired, grinning. 

The following dare was definitely straight out of my porn play book. 

Jessica had purchased ten sets of Japanese style chopsticks. The dare was for Amy to start by inserting one chopstick, tail-end first, and keep adding chopsticks until she could not. 

By the mid-way point, Jessica had to help insert the chopsticks while Amy managed the bundle. After ten minutes, Jessica had no more chopsticks and Amy had them all. 

The two endings "Greek" and "Uncle", denoted dares that involved inserting things in to their butt, or both vagina and butt, respectively. 

Both girls, it seemed, were somewhat naturals to the world of anal, having applied proven techniques distilled from a mountain of internet research. 

Unlike previous dares, Amy and Jessica had discovered that the "Greek" and "Uncle" dares were better tackled by assisting each other. 

Quite ingeniously, the darer would sit on a chair or edge of a bed, and hold, for example, a carrot with their knees. Meanwhile, the daree would get down on all fours and back in to said carrot doggie style. 

Using this method left the darer's hands free to shoot the actions and still able to lend a hand if needed. 

Accomplishing the "Uncle" dares was both entertaining and unbelievably intense to watch. 

Jessica had been the first one to try by taking on two carrots simultaneously. It seemed like working out just how to coordinate the whole thing was the hardest part. Once the girls had figured out how, Jessica's body had offered little resistance and within minutes, Amy had captured their first double penetration dare. 

Amy's turn at an "Uncle" was much slower going. Jessica had chosen the combination of carrot and cucumber. The video had lasted over fifteen minutes and Amy looked completely spent, physically and emotionally, by the end. 

The fourth video to feature my name was a revisit of the "Matt-cam" dare, but this time, Amy had dared Jessica and Jessica had taken it to a whole new level. 

Instead of just one iPhone, she had placed both girls' phones in my bedroom, one above my desk and one below, both streaming video to Amy and Jessica's laptops, which were set up side by side on Amy's bed.

We had been given iPads for our birthday and it had been hers that they used to record the dare.

Playing back this file brought a tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew what they had caught me doing. 

"You are a genius Jessica. This is awesome," I heard Amy say. 

"Does he ever not jerk off?" Jessica asked sarcastically. 

"Aww, give him a break. He doesn't have a girlfriend at the moment," Amy defended. 

"Why don't you have a go? You fantasize about him enough," Jessica baited. 

"Shut up! Like you can talk! You're always talking about fucking him. Why don't you?" Amy chuckled. 

"Hey, Amy. What's he got there? Is that a hairbrush?" Jessica asked. 

A chill ran down my spine. 

"That's my hairbrush! That shit! I've been looking for that for weeks," Amy exclaimed. 

"Is it the one with the handle you like?" Jessica asked. 

"Yeah. It's perfect for a quick fix. What's he doing with it...Oh, my God. Jessica, are you watching this?" I heard Amy gasp. 

"He's sticking it in his butt! Oh, my God. You can see everything from my phone," Jessica said excitedly. 

"Aww, my brush," Amy said, sounding dismayed. 

"Amy, forget the brush. This is awesome. Your brother is fucking his ass with the handle of a brush," Jessica said, on my screen. 

"Come on. You love watching Matty jerk off. Just chill and enjoy," Jessica reasoned. 

"You're right, but I still want my brush back," Amy grumbled with a grin. 

Knowing the ending, I stopped the playback. 

"So much for that secret. Fuuuck!" I groaned slumping back. 

"I'm such a chump. Owned completely," I sighed. 

A thought crashed in to my head. Did Amy and Jessica show the videos to anyone else? 

I never considered publicly displaying the girls' exploits. Would they have the same consideration for me? 

My instincts told me to trust their discretion, but I couldn't help feeling a little vulnerable. 

By the time six thirty rolled round, I was up to date.

The latest dares had Amy and Jessica trying to fist themselves, Amy through the front door and Jessica through the back. 

They were their hottest performances of all, but I had nothing left in the tank and my equipment had taken all the abuse it could for one day. 

Standing to stretch my out back, I jumped a little when my phone sprang to life. It was Amy calling. 

"Hi Ames," I said. 

"Hi Matty. Would you mind picking me up?" Amy asked tentatively. 

"Sure. Meet you at the same spot?" I countered. 

"You're a life-saver," she said, sounding exhausted. 

"Be there soon," I replied, already walking towards the front door. 

"Okay, bye," Amy said and then hung up. 

Using my locals' knowledge, I cut across the peak-hour traffic and arrived to find Amy waiting. 

"Thanks Matty. I've had a shit day. Nothing went right, but at least it's done," Amy said, flopping in to the passenger seat. 

"Hey, I'm starving. Do you think we could get a pizza? I've only had a packet of M and M's all day," she asked hopeful.




Dare



"Yeah, I could do pizza, but you'll have to call it in. We'll pick it up or will take forever," I advised. 

"I'll call now. Supreme good?" Amy asked, holding the phone to her ear. 

"Whatever you want," I answered, earning an appreciative smile. 

Thirty minutes later, a family pizza missing two large slices occupied the third seat on our family-room couch.

"I couldn't wait to get in to my pj's," Amy said with a mouthful of pizza. 

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" I asked, stuffing the last of a pizza crust in my mouth. 

"No, thank God. I can sleep in," she replied happily. 

"What about you? Are you doing anything tomorrow?" Amy asked, biting in to a second slice. 

"I have some consulting stuff to work on, but nothing urgent," I answered, considering a fourth slice. 

"Oh, and an assignment for next semester too," I added, remembering the schematics I was designing. 

On the coffee table, Amy's iPhone chirped once and then buzzed. 

Wiping her hands on a serviette, Amy reached for her phone and scanned its screen.

Satisfied, I tossed the pizza box on the coffee table and then started searching for something to watch on tv. 

Amy had been intently texting for ten minutes. 

"Who is it?" I asked bored with what passed for entertainment. 

"Jessica. She's at her grandma's place and she's bored," Amy answered, pulling her feet up under her and turning to face me. 

"Why did she go?" I asked. 

"They're only staying the night. They're all driving up to her aunt and uncle's tomorrow," Amy explained, with a look on her face that I couldn't quite interpret. 

I continued to watch Amy as her phone chirp again. 

"Cow," she muttered, after reading the message. 

"What's wrong?" I asked intrigued. 

"Nothing. Jessica's giving me hard time about something," she replied exasperated. 

"What?" I pressed, having a good idea of what that something might be. 

"Fuck," Amy muttered and looked up. 

"Last night...I was ...naked in the bathroom, right?" Amy asked, looking straight at me causing my groin to stir. 

"Yeees," I answered, failing to stop a smile. 

"Well, I told Jessica about our arrangement. The fifty bucks and stuff...anyway, she dared me to do it," Amy said as if she had been sentenced to a jail term. 

"So? I didn't expect you to do it," I confessed truthfully. 

"So, here's the thing. When Jessica dares me to do something, I have to do it," she explained. 

"Well, I did see you naked," I said, pretending to try and help Amy. 

"That's what I've been saying, but Jessica says it doesn't count," Amy complained.

"So what? Just ignore her," I suggested, knowing Amy's predicament. 

"I can't," she replied flatly.

"Why not? It's just a dare," I retorted.

Amy fell silent and stared hard at me, looking conflicted. 

"Okay. So, it's like this. Jessica and I have been playing a sort of "Truth or Dare", without the truth part," she confessed. 

"It would just be...wrong not to do a dare," Amy concluded, looking completely defeated. 

"Okay. So, just tell her you did it. I'll say you did if she asks," I pledged, feeling as if I was slow playing a mark. 

"Thanks, but there's one other thing. We always record our dares as proof," she said. 

Checkmate. 

"What are you going to do?" I asked, sharing a knowing grin with Amy. 

Playfully pitching her iPhone at me, she asked sarcastically, "You had to ask to see me naked?" 

"You know how it works. Tell me when you are ready to start recording," Amy said, throwing her hair back and then sitting up straight. 

Smirking, I fished her phone out of my lap, set it to capture video and then nodded. 

"Shut up! Just sit there," Amy said, trying not to laugh as I smiled wildly with glee. 

"What? I didn't say anything. Okay. Go," I said laughing. 

"Stop it. Okay. So, Jessica. I can't believe you dared me to do this. Last night, I borrowed fifty dollars from Matty, and Matty said I had to get naked if I wanted the money," she surmised. 

"So, to make sure I didn't back out, you made it a dare. Thanks. I'm calling this dare the "Payback Matt" dare," Amy finished, grasping the hem of her t-shirt. 

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the t-shirt up over her head and let it fall to the floor. A pastel pink bra followed, but unlike last night, the bra hook was at the front, which somehow seemed even sexier. 

"Wanna give me a hand?" Amy asked, straightening her legs and lifting her hips. 

"Sure!" I replied a little embarrassed at my eagerness for a moment.

Tugging gently at her knee, her pajama bottoms fell off her hips and down to her thighs. 

Sitting back down and lifting her feet allowed me to pull Amy's pants the rest of the way off. 

"Ta-da!" Amy giggled nervously, attempting to embrace the moment. 

"Wow! You look hot!" I approved boisterously. 

"Are you okay with this?" I asked hesitantly, suddenly feeling strangely awkward. 

"It feels a little weird...but yeah, I'm good. The compliments help," she replied, sounding more confident. 

"So, is that it?" I asked tentatively, panning the iPhone around to include the pile of clothing. 

"If you're satisfied, then yeah, it's done," Amy answered, shrugging. 

"What if I wanted to see your butt?" I asked coyly, my own comfort with the situation growing. 

"Do you want to see my butt?" Amy countered, grinning. 

"I would love to see your butt," I replied. 

Without a word, Amy turned over and knelt on all fours, her hands gripping the couch arm. 

"Satisfied?" she asked.

Amy looked back over her shoulder, reminding me of a scene from the early hours of the morning. 

Tapping her iPhone's screen, I killed the recording and handed the phone back to the still naked Amy. 

Amy took the phone and proceeded to tap its screen at speed. 

"Okay. I just sent the video off to Jessica. That should shut her up," Amy said, satisfied. 

"You know, I wouldn't have made you strip, right?" I grinned as Amy collected her clothes. 

"I know. That's why I took the money," Amy smiled back. 

"You don't have to pay me back the fifty. I think you earned it," I offered genuinely. 

"Are you suggesting that I'm a prostitute?" she accused, tongue firmly pressed in cheek. 

"A lap dancer at most," I quipped back. 

Locking eyes, we tried to stare each other down only to burst out in a shared fit of laughter. 

As our laughter subsided, I remembered mom's new itinerary. 

"Hey, mom's not coming home 'til Wednesday," I said, taking a deep breath. 

"In that case, I better take your offer. Who knows? I may have to borrow some more," Amy teased, giving me a wink and a lingering leer. 

For the first time in a long time, Amy and I were sharing a moment and it seemed that neither of us cared that it was sexual. 

An expectant chirp and shudder from her phone, inadvertently consummated the moment by causing Amy to fall off balance on to my lap, attempting to reach for it. 

Jessica had answered Amy's post with a string of messages that made the phone sound like it was having a digital fit. 

"Do you want any more?" I asked, helping her up. 

"Sorry. What?" Amy asked distractedly, trying to right herself. 

"I'm going to put this in the fridge. Do you want another slice?" I rephrased, picking up the box. 

"No thanks. I'm good," she replied, patting her stomach.

Finding space in the fridge for tomorrow's breakfast, gave me valuable time to think consider the situation. 

"Could you grab my pillow and a quilt Matty?" Amy yelled. 

"Okay," I called back, heading for her room. 

"I'm wrecked. Could you do me a big favor, please?" Amy asked sweetly, hearing me approach. 

"Name it," I answered, handing her the requested items. 

"Would you rub my back like you did last night? It felt so nice," she asked, wearing a shy, irresistible smile. 

"I think I can manage that," I agreed, sitting back down. 

Pillow nestled beside me, Amy spread out employing cat-like grace to presenting her back. 

"Oh, yes," she breathed, contently soaking up my attention. 

"So, what's the deal with the dare game you guys play?" I asked, wanting to keep Amy engaged. 

"No one's meant to know, but... seeing as though you already know about it..." she rationalized lazily. 

The game had been created as an excuse to use Jessica's new iPhone. However, they too had loved the short episodes and just kept on playing. 

I had guessed correctly regarding the rules the only new rule was that a new dare could not begin until the current one was finished. 

Listening to the excitement in Amy's voice combined with her bristling body language, crystallized a decision in my mind. I wanted to play. 

"Have you guys ever included anyone else?" I asked. 

"Nope. You're it Matty. It's a really big secret, so don't tell anyone. Especially not Greg," she pleaded, craning her neck to look up at me. 

"Why would I tell anyone? Ames, you can trust me," I reassured her. 

"Good," Amy said relaxing again.

"Besides, I'm hopin' you need to borrow some more money. I might get to see you again. You're kinda smokin' hot you know," I teased, giving her side a tickle. 

"Matty! Nooo! I'm too broke and tired," she giggled. 

Playfully swatting my leg, Amy readjusted her pillow and then settled back down. 

"Do you really think that, or are you just saying it?" Amy asked quietly. 

"What?" I countered distractedly. 

"You know. That I'm...hot?" she asked hesitantly. 

"I really meant it. If you weren't my sister...well, anyway," I replied, hoping my answer wasn't too much. 

Although my sister remained mute, I could feel a little, excited tremor. 

"Are you smiling?" I asked coyly, waiting motionless for her answer. 

"Maybe. If I tell, will you keep rubbing my back?" she countered playfully. 

"Maybe. It depends on the answer," I retorted, using exactly the same tone.. 

Drawing her hair back behind her ear, Amy revealed a beaming, toothy smile. Acknowledging Amy's confirmation with a toothy grin of my own, I resumed. 

"Could you rub my lower back please? Right there. That feels so good," Amy sighed. 

Another few minutes passed when she asked, "Matty, what part of my body is your favorite?" 

"Well, I guess I'd say your butt. Why?" I asked, my heart pounding loudly. 

"You didn't seem to want to look for very long before, that's all," Amy replied. 

"I would have looked all day if you'd let me. I just thought you were...pissed off," I chuckled. 

"I was...sort of. But, not at you. At Jessica. You know, if you want, I could let you look now? I don't mind. Really," she suggested, twisting round to look in my eyes. 

Surveying my demeanor, Amy grinned and confidently wriggled out of her pajama bottoms. 

The irony of this turn of events was only magnified by the ache radiating below my waist. 

"Do you still want me to rub your back?" I asked, smiling my approval. 

"What do you think?" Amy countered, settling back to her original position. 

My hand traced orbits of her back, gently caressing skin and muscle through the fabric of her t-shirt. 

"Matty, could you rub a little lower? Further down...lower...lower...there! Stop," Amy instructed.

Her directions had guided my hand to the small of her back. 

"That's the spot. Just rub all around there please," she said. 

"Pull your t-shirt up. It's getting in the way," I insisted, my hand continually catching the hem. 

"Why don't I just take it off?" Amy offered. 

"That would work too," I replied, nodding my approval. 

Eyes sparkling, Amy peeled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra without hesitation.

Giving me a naughty look, she flicked her hair forward, then over her head and settled back down on her belly. 

"Okay. I'm ready. Remember where you were? Mmm-hmm, that's the spot," she sighed dreamily. 

Amy and I remained silent, content to just enjoy our little arrangement for the next five minutes. 

"So, is this still part of the dare?" I asked. 

"Sort of. Do you really care?" she countered. 

A single stroke brushing just shy of Amy's butt-crack brought about a subtle move of her hips closer.

"No. I'm just wondered if you have to tell Jessica?" I answered.

Smoothing my fingers down her spine, pressing their tips in to her the crease of her butt, produced a tremble from Amy. 

"I don't think she needs to know," she replied, heaving a soft sigh. 

Using the lightest touch, and obscured from view by the pillow, Amy drew tiny circles with her finger on my thigh. 

Plying the relaxed muscles of Amy's butt, my middle finger's tip seemed to be finding itself deeper in the fleshy valley between. 

"Matty. I've got an itch just by your finger. Could you scratch it for me?" Amy asked, sounding a little husky.

"I don't have any nails," I replied, a little husky myself. 

"Could you just try rubbing it anyway? It's down a little more," she pleaded softly.

"You tell me when I'm on it," I replied. 

Resting my hand on the small of her back, I draped my fingers over the rise of her cheeks. 

"Okay. It's sort of...sort of in my butt-crack. Just rub along it. Yeah, just like that," Amy directed. 

Massaging my middle finger in to her meaty groove, I felt little hip-flexes meeting my stroke. 

"Matty, you're so close. Just a little more...a little more...oh...oh," she breathed. 

My fingertip finding roughened skin continued forward seeking Amy's knotted opening. 

Her hand had long ago discretely snaked beneath her hips to do her lustful bidding. 

"Just a little more...please. You know what I...Yes! Yes! Matty, I'm..." Amy bit off abruptly, her orgasm ripping through her soul, as I gently played with her butthole. 

Filled with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, I consider how greatly reality overshadowed cinematic experience. 

Amy rolled around holding on to my thigh giddy and breathless. 

"I think I got it," I chuckled. 

"I think you did too," she agreed, smiling before hiding her face in the pillow. 

"I can't believe I just did that. I really need the bathroom," she said shaking her head. 

"Technically, we did that," I corrected. 

"Yes, we did," Amy agreed, kneeling on the couch and giving me a kiss on the cheek. 

Adjourning to the bathroom flushed, Amy left me alone with my thoughts.

"Ames. Can I ask you a question?" I asked as she reappeared looking very happy. 

"Okay. What?" Amy replied. 

"Have you ever shaved your...down there?" I asked nodding at her downy mound. 

"You mean my pussy? Yes, I have. I normally get it waxed off. I've been waiting until the hairs are long enough to get it done again. Oh, and when I have some money," she explained with a half laugh. 

"I see," I said. 

"Why? Do you like the little girl look?" Amy asked, sitting back down on the couch, feet tucked under her. 

"I wouldn't call it that, but I do think it's sexy," I answered. 

"Tell me, what do you think guys should do with their junk?" I asked. 

"I like shaved and trimmed. Why? What do you do?" Amy countered very interested. 

"I trim...but I'm thinking of going to town," I answered. 

"You should do it...not that I'll see it," she encouraged.

Bouncing up to her knees with a wicked little smirk and widened eyes, Amy took an excited breath. 

"I dare you to let me shave you," she said enthusiastically. 

"I thought dares were you and Jess's thing? Besides, why would I trust you with a razor blade down there?" I challenged. 

"Oh, come on Matty. It would be so much fun. You can trust me. I've shaved myself lots of times," Amy said in an effort to sway me. 

"I don't know. You're pretty tired. What if you fell asleep? I could lose a few inches," I baited playfully. 

"Come on. You can dare me to do something," she offered holding her breath. 

Pretending that I had been persuaded by her brilliant negotiating skills, I replied, "Okay...but only if you send me a copy of that video you sent Jessica?" 

"Only if I can record me shaving you," Amy countered. 

"Will you show it to Jessica?" I asked. 

"Only if you say I can," she replied after a moment of consideration. 

"Deal," I agreed smiling. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! This is going to be awesome!" Amy yelped giving me another kiss on the cheek. 

"Wait here, I'll take care of everything," she said. 

Making a b-line for the bathroom, Amy hastily assembled a selection of essential items including my very expensive razor. 

"My razor?" I asked. 

"I always use your razor. It's really good," she replied knowing that fact would bite. 

"Okay Matty. Strip," Amy said eyes sparkling. 

Having anticipated this moment all evening, I confidently stood and first removed my t-shirt and then both my boxers and sweatpants together. 

Knowing Amy was somewhat already impressed by my manhood helped calm my nerves but not quash them completely. 

Kneeling on a cushion, Amy methodically laid a folded towel on the lounge chair, arranged a bowl of hot water, a face washer, a pair of scissors, shaving cream and my razor on another towel beside her. 

"Okay Matty. Get your cute butt over here and sit," she instructed.

"Okay. I need you to spread your legs apart as wide as you can. That's good. Perfect," Amy said, as I splayed myself before her. 

"Does it feel weird?" she giggled. 

"Having my sister shave my balls? Of course not," I replied sarcastically.

"Well, I think your penis is beautiful. The rest of you isn't bad either," Amy said, trying to keep a straight face. 

"Nice. I bet you say that to all the guys," I joked, a few nerves creeping in. 

"No, just you. Let's get this party started," she giggled picking up the scissors. 

"I think I should record this on my iPhone. We can swap later," I suggested. 

"You don't trust me? That's fine. Don't blame me if I take a little off the top," Amy jested. 

"Don't even joke about that," I replied ready with my phone.

"Okay. My sister Amy has just dared me to let her give me a haircut like a porn-star...down there," I said panning the phone to my genitals. 

"So, I think I'm going to call this dare the "Porn Haircut". Okay Ames, game on," I announced in to iris. 

Turning the phone around, I perfectly framed Amy as she went to work with the scissors. 

I feared for my erection at first, trying to help keep it from harm's way only to have Amy shoo my hand away. 

Clear-felling my forest seemed like a marathon at first, but Amy's diligence reaped surprising rewards. Dusting away the trimmings revealed a neat crew cut all over, ready for shaving. 

A layer of foam slathered about my groin signaled the arrival of the razor. 

Broad swathes of clean skin emerged as Amy systematically raked away the foam. 

"You look bigger. Much bigger. Guess that's why guys do it," she remarked, concentrating intensely. 

"I thought it was just the camera adding ten pounds," I quipped back. 

"Don't make me laugh. I might circumcise you again," Amy warned chuckling. 

I twitched at every touch, making the dare an exercise in both pleasure and pain. 

Amy cunningly stroked my shaft whenever she had to move it aside, guaranteeing its rigidity. 

"Please be gentle with my balls. They're really sore," I cautioned, anticipating her next area of interest. 

"Matty. Playing a little one on one? Did I have anything to do with it?" she asked teasingly. 

"No. I just got a little carried away," I lied. 

"Aww, poor Matty. Well, I'll be gentle. Pity you won't be able to try out your new style tonight," she said sympathetically. 

"Yeah, it is. But there's always tomorrow," I suggested, hoping Amy would bite. 

Amy just shrugged and continued gingerly running the razor over my scrotum leaving it hairless. "Okay. You have to turn around and kneel up on the arm chair," she directed. 

"What?" I exclaimed, completely taken aback.




Dare



I had been sent overseas for work and was bored. Sometimes when I have nothing to do I have a couple beers and open up the internet.

I came across a website about truth or dare and spent hours looking through all the things people do to expose themselves in public. I was hooked. After some time spent searching I came across some more websites with erotic stories and couldn't stop reading. Then I found this one site where people dare each other to perform dares. Some were kind of lame and others more intriguing.

I decided to do some of the easier ones like taking a naked picture of myself and posting it onto the site or opening the door with nothing on. Then another dare showed up and I was a little worried about doing it. I was in a hotel that opened to the outside walkway. I'm sure there's cameras all over the place out there.

The dare consisted of first going outside, unzipping my pants and pulling out my manhood. Easy enough I thought so I got up and did it. I snapped the picture and quickly went back into my room. Then part two was to take off my clothes and go back out. Beer courage was on my side so I decided to go ahead again.

My nerves were on edge as I took my clothes off and worked up the courage to open the door and head outside. Unfortunately as I headed outside I started to get a little excited and it showed and there was nothing to hide my excitement. So I took a couple more pictures and almost ran back in the room. I had to take care of some business and had an incredible orgasm all over myself. Now I needed a shower but decided to not get dressed again.

Part 3 of the dare was, what I thought, over the top. I had to open the door and prop it open. Next was to bring up my pictures on the site and set my laptop outside the door to prove it's my room. Then I had to take pictures up and down the hall to show the lay of the land.

I was starting to get excited again. Next was to walk to the end of the hall naked, try and get a picture that shows both me and the laptop down at the doorway and then do the same at the other end. Let me tell you it isn't easy getting all of that in a picture. Since I've gotten an iPhone so I can see what's behind me and make dares like this much easier.

So I was at the end of the hall, which happened to be by the laundry room. I could hear washers and dryers turning which made me more nervous. The thought of being caught was horrifying and could possibly cost me my job if the wrong person saw. So I finally got the pic at that end and started for the other side. I stopped to turn the laptop around and the I heard it.

"What the hell is this?" It was of course my colleague and he was laughing at me. I turned to run in the room but he yelled for me to stop where I was. I was afraid of what would happen so I stood there next to my laptop with pictures of my junk showing and my junk standing at half mast. He walked toward me looking at the pictures and then to me and back again.

"John, don't tell anyone about this please." I really didn't want this to get out to work or my wife. Why was I so stupid to do this?

"What the hell are you doing? I was just going out to get a beer and this is what I see. I don't know how Lou is going to take this." He said it, I was going to get fired for sure. I grabbed my laptop and went into my room trying to close the door behind me. He blocked the door first and came in after me. I grabbed my jeans and put them on quick.

"John, please don't tell anyone about this. I can't afford to lose my job and what if Shannon found out? I can't lose her for something so stupid." I was practicaly begging him to keep it a secret. I didn't know what was going through his mind but he started smiling a very evil smile.

"How did you come about streaking down the hall and taking pictures?" he asked me almost laughing at me.

I explained the whole story of how I got to this point from boredom surfing for porn to walking up and down the outside hallway naked and taking pictures of myself naked.

"So what you're telling me is you got drunk looking at internet porn and decided to run around naked? Show me this website," he said pointing at my computer which still had my pictures up.

Embarrassed, I closed the page quick and went to the home page and signed in. He grabbed the computer and started looking through all the dares. He spent almost two hours looking while I sat there and waited. When he finally closed it and turned to me, I was surprised to see that he had a curious look on his face.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him afraid to know the answer.

"I want to do one. A small one that won't put me out in the open like you." I was shocked at what I just heard.

"What are you thinking about? Picture in the mirror or exposing yourself outside? Something like that?"

"No, nothing here. Let's go for a ride. I read one that is easy and shouldn't have any danger of witnesses." He pointed at my shirt and went to get his keys.

As we got into his car he explained that he had read a dare to drive up into the mountains and put his clothes in the car and walk for a half an hour naked. I said, "Hell, that's an easy one. I could do a couple hours up in the mountains."

"Dare you," he said quickly. Dammit I thought. Why did I say that.

"Alright but we need to grab some beers on the way if I'm going to do this." And he pulled into the next 7-11.

Dammit, I thought again. Why did there have to be one right on the way? I turned to him and said, "We should up the dare. You walk in, buy the beer and ask the pretty women hanging out front to join us."

He did and I don't know what he told them we were doing but they were more than happy to follow us.

As he got to a secluded park about ten miles up the mountain road, he got nervous and turned to me and said he didn't think he could do it. I reminded him that it was his idea and we weren't alone now.

I have to mention that John is single and keeps himself in good shape at 6'2" and about 190 lbs so he never has any problems with the ladies but this is a different type of situation. We got out of his car and proceeded to take our clothes off just like the dare said. The girls looked at us in amazement not knowing what was going on. Once we explained ourselves they called us freaks and pervs and jumped back into their car and sped back down the mountain road.

"Bummer, I really wanted to see the blond naked," John said while he finished throwing his clothes into the back seat.

He hit the lock and hid his key and off we went. I was really uncomfortable being out in the woods alone with another naked man but after a while I got over it. We started talking about work and family stuff forgetting about how we were totally exposed. When we finally started heading back to the car it had been 2 hours and 50 or so pictures for the website since we started out and we were ready for a beer.

When we got back to the car we noticed that the girls car had returned but they were nowhere in sight. John went to grab his keys but they weren't where he had hid them. I tried the doors to the car and it was still locked. We searched around the area for about ten minutes until we heard a noise. We both instantly knew what it was. The girls were standing about five feet behind us with giant smiles on their faces.

The blond spoke first. "You boys looking for something? I like your suits." She was laughing at us. "I have some clothes you can borrow. That is if you want to put something on before you go home."

Then the brunette chirped in stating that I was about the same size as her. Needless to say, I don't spend any time in the gym. I asked her why we couldn't just get the keys and leave.

"Obviously you don't come out here much. The rules are, if you are caught out here after dark, you have to go home in bikinis. We don't have any regular ones with us tonight and you two don't have any boobs to fill them. So here's your choice. Either you wear what we offer or go home like that. Completely up to you."

I couldn't believe what I just heard. So I asked what they had for us. They produced two pairs of see through thongs and two bras that were at least DD's. Checking out the two chests that were doing this to us, I believed they belonged to them.

"Let us discuss this for a minute ladies."

After a couple minutes we had agreed that some cover is better than none. We grabbed the little things and slipped them on. I instantly got a huge erection with no way to hide it. They were so soft and just felt amazing, I thought I was going to shoot a load right there. I really liked the feeling of the material riding up my ass too. I decided that I had to figure out how to get the wife to let me wear more of these. I'll check the internet later tonight. I couldn't help but notice John also was enjoying the sensation of wearing panties.

We couldn't hide our arousal from the girls either and they were laughing and staring at us saying we'd have to take care of those before we get the keys back. Blondie noticed the camera and grabbed it from John. She instantly started snapping pictures of us while the brunette put the bras on us and filled the cups with what I hoped was clean rags. We still had raging hard ons for some reason and the ladies told us to get rid of them. The only way I knew of was to start jerking off and John must have had the same idea. All the while pictures were being taken of us jacking off dressed like this. I blew my load quickly as I know the secret to what gets me off. I love to press on my prostate while yanking it. John took another minute and then also finished himself off. All of which was caught on film.

They snapped a few more pictures and then made us stay where we were while blondie put the camera card into her computer and copied all the pictures to her laptop.

When she was done, she handed the camera back to John and informed us that they were going to follow us home and would return our clothes to our doors. We pleaded them to not make us do this but they wouldn't hear of it and told us to get in the car and start driving.

The brunette told us that they were going to keep the pictures to themselves if we did what we were told, but would post them on the internet everywhere if we didn't. What could we do? We got in the car and started the long drive back to the hotel. Going over the bumps was causing my shaft to rub on the soft material and I started to rise again.

John couldn't help but notice and told me to get rid of it. He didn't want to wear this and have me with a boner walking through a hotel. I waited as long as I could before I had to start jerking off because I was getting more and more turned on. I think I'll ask the ladies if I can keep them. I shot all over the floor of John's car and he called me an asshole and I was going to be cleaning that tomorrow.

"It's not my fault we're out here right now. I was just walking up and down the hallway."

When we got to the hotel the girls got out laughing at us because we did have to walk through the reception area dressed like this. Again we begged them to let us out of this but they said it's the custom in this country and it will be fine. Then they started laughing harder.

Whatever, I'll never see these people again anyway. I started for the door. John wasn't quite so eager to do this.

"What if I don't do it?" he asked afraid of the answer.

"Then you don't get your clothes back and will either have to stay out here dressed like you are and walk in the hotel later. Or, you can get naked again. Choice is yours. Maybe I'll go find that website that made you do this and post all of these pictures for you. And remember, I have your wallet and will put your real name on it."

Oddly enough, John got turned on by that and they made him take care of himself again before we'd be going through the hotel lobby. Blondie watched the whole time and I think was getting turned on herself by the whole thing. Once John finished, they walked to their car and pulled our clothes out of the trunk and stood behind us, waiting.

I finally got up enough nerve and started walking followed by John and the girls. I walked in the lobby and luckily there wasn't anybody in there. I kept walking to the elevators and waited facing the doors. We got to our floor and started to our rooms.

The ladies followed and I reached my door first. I turned and asked for my clothes which had my key in the pants pocket. The brunette asked me for her panties and bra back before she'd give me my clothes and I tried to compromise to just give her the bra back since I came twice in the panties. She told me to cum one more time in them and they were mine.

I asked if I could do it inside and the answer was no. I had a decision to make. I chose to rub another one out because I really loved wearing them. She saw me start and was looking around to make sure no one else was watching but she was also getting wet and I could see her touching herself. I hit my special spot and was blowing another load quick although the quantity wasn't there as this was my fourth today. I handed her the bra and she handed me my clothes and I thanked her for the privilege of wearing her panties and I will enjoy them for a long time.

Once in my room, I called John but he didn't answer. I put my jeans on over the thong and headed for his room. When I got there, I could hear him and the blond going at it hard and heavy. Then I heard a third voice moaning. Must be the brunette. Lucky bastard. They are hot and if I wasn't married, I would be in there with him swapping hot women while wearing their panties.



Dare at the State Fair



I always know I'm in for an adventure when Ellie's sister, Rachel comes to town. Unfortunately, it seemed, she was bringing her boyfriend along this time. I have no problem with her dating; as a matter of fact I like it because it gives her something to do and takes the edge off the crazy. But it also takes a little punch out of the sexiness of her behavior and her comments, since there's another pair of eyes and ears to contend with. 

Whenever she's in town and not dating anybody, she goes a little further with her charades. The last time, she made sure that I walked in on her changing her underwear, bent over and pretending she didn't notice me come in. She flashed me the Chinese character tattooed just above her waxed pussy on another visit, sitting right next to Ellie on the couch when she looked away for a second. She even makes sure I'm within ear shot when she tells Ellie about the things she's done with guys, like giving her boyfriend head on the plane on their way out to see us. 

This time she was coming out with her boyfriend, Guy, who we'd previously met and who was mostly harmless. They made a good couple, aesthetically, as they're both about 5'6", he a little heavier and she is thin, with perky little B cups. Both brunette, and thankfully he was the only one with facial hair. And boy, did she have him trained. If he said something she didn't like or did something she didn't want him to do, she let him have it and he just took it. He'd fight back at first, as if just to exert a small amount of will, then back off and do as she said. 

The State Fair is a big deal where I'm from, and if anybody is visiting during that time we make a point to get them out to see the sights and all the strange, weird people that show up to see live animal births, eat strange fried foods and play the games of the midway. It's the best people-watching anywhere, ever.

Coming off our latest festival weekend, where Rachel had been goading Ellie into (finally) fooling around at the concert, and eventually having sex while clearly exposed to other campers, the games between the two showed no signs of slowing down. Rachel would claim that she was going to do something, or that she had done something, then Ellie would call shenanigans, and Rachel would say she'd do it again just to prove it, but only if my girlfriend did it, too. Her ploy didn't always used to work every time, but it seemed like it was becoming automatic. 

They even started listening to my suggestions, which was that we both knew that something was going to happen at the fair, and that the weather called for a very hot afternoon, so she ought not wear too much in the way of clothing. Moreover, she ought not wear underwear. It would only get in the way. I suggested a skirt for easy access, smaller the better. Rachel liked this, too, and they wore matching outfits, more or less. Tank tops with no bra, small barely ass-covering skirts and little shoes. It was very difficult to keep my hands off of her, even though she kept slapping them away. 

We bused on the way there, and we sat opposite Rachel and Guy. Rachel, again, made a point to be clumsy about sitting down, crossing her legs and forgetting to keep her skirt down. The front of the skirt wasn't a problem, what the problem (if you want to call it that) was that she sat way back in the chair at first, and then slid forward, so you could glimpse a perfectly open shot of her slit from time to time. Until Ellie ruined it and made Rachel hold a bag in her lap. Still, the bus was warm and her sister's nipple looked like it was about fifty degrees. They could have cut glass, they were so hard.

There's a lot of walking around at the State Fair, and we always wind up bringing our own flask (read: large water bottle) of vodka with us, because it's the State Fair and we can. So we aren't taking the best routes and we're getting sick of walking so much. We find out our next destination is near the end of the sky-car ride. It's a small car, holding 2-3 people with tinted windows that travels over the expanse of the fair. A perfect short-cut. And, according to the Rachel, a perfect place to have sex and check off something on the bucket list. I tell her that one of the days, she's going to have to show me that list, and she smiled, looked at Ellie with a look of challenge, and then walked off to buy tickets for the ride. Guy followed shortly thereafter. I looked over at Ellie and she was already walking towards the stand to buy tickets herself, shaking her head and smiling. I followed along. 

They whispered to each other in line, sometimes in a quiet argument, sometimes clearly egging each other on, sometimes looking at either of us guys and giggling. We'd just look at each other and do what we always did, shrug our shoulders and wait it out. Rachel started to mess with me, bending over when the line started moving so I'd walk into her, or looking at me while she was telling Ellie about what she was going to do with Guy in the skyway car. She even goosed Ellie's ass a couple times. Ellie was getting a little fed up with the behavior and it's never hard to tell when she's about to strike back. 

We were getting closer to the front and Ellie started sticking closer to me, then began to find my cock with her hand as she passed her hand back and forth across the front of my shorts. She leaned in and said that we need to get me ready, and I smiled and asked what about getting her ready. She smiled deviously and I knew that meant she was good to go. She closed in and faced away from the rest of the people in line and moved her opposite hand across to rub my cock through my shorts. I was getting hard fast thinking about what was going to happen on the ride. I looked over and Rachel was doing the same, but she was looking at the front of my shorts, watching her sister jack me off and get me hard. She said that she was going to go first and that meant they were going to have sex before us. We shook our heads no and she started laughing because she'd bought all four tickets and we couldn't go before her. 

We were just about at the front when Ellie bent down to re-tie her shoes. Rachel started joking that she was going to take me in the ride and that we'd be the ones having sex soon, and that would be a fair compromise. I chose not to agree to this and just smiled at her. She looked me up and down and then back down at my crotch with my obvious bulge. The operator yelled next and she told Guy to follow her. He started to walk, stumbled, tried to regain his footing and somehow fell backwards into the lady behind us. I glanced down and noticed that his laces had been haphazardly tied together. By this time, Rachel was already in the car. Ellie started laughing maniacally, grabbed my hand and dragged me off towards the car. Rachel started to freak out as we got in the car with her, but the operator took the tickets and shut the door before she could make any sensible sentence or protest. The ride was already rounding the corner and we saw Guy getting back up and slowly figuring out what just happened. He looked angry for a moment, then just started laughing and got out of line. Ellie was still giggling and Rachel still yelling as the ground pulled away from us and we took to the air. 

"Okay," said Ellie, "we don't have a lot of time, so we have to get going." The look of shock on Rachel's face matched the shock I was feeling. 

"What?!" We answered in unison. 

"Whip it out." She said to me, completely straight-faced. All I could do was look at her in utter confusion. I heard the words, but I didn't believe them, not out of her mouth. Rachel's face hadn't changed, and then she suddenly blurted out.

"No, you can't be serious. That's not fair. I bought the tickets. I'm- You- It's not fair!" She stuttered, and yelled. 

"Maybe not. But it's happening, so maybe you should get used to it." She reached over, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled my very, very hard cock out. It sprang out of my shorts and Rachel's eyes got wide. "Oh," Ellie said, "have you never seen this before?" 

"Not uncovered." Rachel said. "Holy shit."

"I know, right?" Ellie said. "It's the best!" And with that, she stood up, moved her ass across my lap, reached down and guided me into her. When she had said that she was ready in line, she wasn't lying. She sat down, taking my entire length in one slow motion. Rachel sat mouth agape in what looked to be erotic horror. Ellie shuddered involuntarily when her ass came to rest in my lap. I looked up at her face and she was biting her lip. I reached up under her shirt, around the front and took a handful of tit. She bit her lip harder. 

Rachel pulled out her phone and answered. It was Guy. She apologized and explained what Ellie had done, then got around to what Ellie was doing. Meanwhile, Ellie started lifting herself up and dropping back down, over and over, a little bit faster each time. 

"Yeah, I know. Totally not shitting you. They're totally fucking right in front of me. Yes, my sister! I know!" She was yelling as our rhythm built faster. "Yeah, I can see everything. Yes, EVERYthing! He's got pretty big balls. Oh, my sister? It's pretty much the same as mine. You know she only has a landing strip, stop playing games." She pulled the phone away from her ear and said, "He doesn't believe me." I laughed, but then Ellie took the phone away. 

"Really?" Rachel asked, mock-appalled, "you take away my boyfriend, my bucket list, you make me watch you fuck your boyfriend, see the cock I can't have and now you're taking my phone away, too?" She leaned back and folded her arms in a convincing pout. Her eyes met mine, she smiled and shook her head and her gaze went down to the action. Her eyes kind of glazed over, she brought her hand to her mouth and started to run her finger back and forth across her lips while she watched. Ellie was telling Guy about what we were doing, how it felt and where he was in the fair. Rachel's eyes were darting from the action to her sister's eyes, to mine, then back to the action. 

Ellie was looking out the window looking for Guy. Rachel's legs opened slowly, she slid forward like she did on the bus and scooted off the skirt, then pulled the front up ever so slightly with one hand. Ellie began to moan, talking about how worked up she was and that she was sorry that Guy wasn't there, bouncing harder and harder, never taking her eyes off the window. As soon as Ellie had mentioned Guy, Rachel's hand went right for it and she started working herself right there. The more she got into it, the less she checked on Ellie and what she was paying attention to. Rachel alternated watching her sister ride my cock and staring me in the eyes, daring me to watch her play with herself. 

I grabbed Ellie's skirt with my hands and urged it up as she was coming down. Ellie was so intent on finding Waldo out the window that she didn't notice. After I got it far up enough to expose her, I looked back to Rachel, licked my finger then brought it down to Ellie's pussy and began to rub her clit. She told Guy what I was doing, started moaning louder and bouncing even harder. I looked at Rachel, then her rubbing herself out, then back at her eyes as she did the same to me. Her hips began to rock into motion and she rubbed herself in quick little circles. 

She was taking care to push her skirt down and slow her hand motion down when Ellie looked over, spitefully bouncing on me and biting her lip, then looking back out the window for Guy, whom she was still filling in on every detail of riding my cock. Still hadn't found Waldo. Ellie inched her skirt back up to flash me her pussy then started rubbing herself in earnest. She propped her skirt up so it would stay that way, then reached under her shirt and start to twist her nipple in between her forefinger and thumb. One leg kicked up and out to improve my view and her access. 

Meanwhile, I was still rubbing Ellie's clit in tiny, vigorous circles, causing her to choke on the words she was attempting to speak into the phone, pausing as tiny waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed through her. 

"What's that? What's she doing? I don't know-" Ellie stopped mid-sentence when she quickly figured out what her sister was doing. "Jesus Christ! She's diddling herself! Yes, right in front of us! You little slut!" She said to Rachel, still not slowing down. She snapped a picture with Rachel's phone and sent it off before she could protest. 

"Fuck it. I don't care. If you're taking my fun away from me that I'd had planned, I'll make my own fun." Rachel retorted. 

Then, it happened. Any other time, it would have been a mild inconvenience, but at that moment it was a blessing from heaven. It was as if a higher power was looking down on us and gave us the go ahead. I felt like we were doing something right. The ride had come to a halt. Not only had we stopped, but we'd managed to stop right in the middle of the set of wheels on each of the support poles. We were stationary. Well, save for the rocking from my girlfriend fucking me in front of her sister, and the added bit of rocking from Ellie's sister frigging herself in front of us while we were fucking. The rest of the line on either side, though, was completely still. I laughed, leaned back and slapped Ellie's ass, kind of hard. She moaned loudly into the phone. I looked over and sis had one hell of a look on her face. I knew she loved a little BDSM, loved being tied up and tying up, love, love, loved being spanked. It was 1/3 pout, 2/3 turned on beyond belief.

"You know what? Fuck this. Fuck all y'all!" Rachel blurted out. She half stood on uneasy footing and dropped her skirt to her ankles, then pulled her shirt off. She stood there naked as the day she was born. She plopped back down in the seat and spread herself wide open, then started playing with herself again, not hiding and not at all shy. I stared with my mouth gaping open, watching her get herself off, then looked over and saw Ellie was watching me. She had slowed down since seeing her sister's behavior, and then the car stopping, but she had never fully quit bouncing. 

"You like that?" She asked. Without waiting for a reply, "You do, don't you, you sick fuck?" Ellie started laughing.

"Of course he likes it!" Rachel said, "We tease him with it all the time, and look at this thing," she said, slapping her wet pussy, "it's amazing!"

"She does have a point." I admitted. 

"Oh, shut your mouth. Nobody asked you." Ellie said. "I can't watch this." And with that she half-stood up, as much as she could, turned around and mounted me face to face. "I can't watch that." I took a tit and pointed the nipple into my mouth, causing her to squirm and wriggle on my cock. It felt amazing. Unfortunately, I could no longer see Rachel. 

"That's fine, I'm more of an ass girl than a tit girl." Rachel commented. 

"You sick bitch." Ellie said.

"You have no idea." Said Rachel. I wondered what that meant, and if I'd find out. Ellie went back to talking to Guy. 

"Yeah, I'm still here. I just had to turn around because your slut girlfriend is all spread out, and I'm not into that. No, I'm totally into girls, just not that girl." I decided to mess with her a bit to see how she would handle herself. I took her nipple and lightly bit it. She moaned, "Yeah, he just bit my nipple. No, not very hard. He knows just the right amount to bite. I'm sure he could show you, too." At that, I spanked her again, open handed, one good thwack. "Oh, holy fuck!" She yelled as her pussy tightened around me. As her moan died down, I could have sworn I heard a second, soft moan from the behind her. "What was that for?" Ellie asked. 

"I'm not a thing you can just rent out." I told her. "I'm a person with feelings and skills and a big hard cock inside of you, and I get a say in what I do." She started laughing, and then I heard Rachel giggling as well. 

"Yeah, right." Rachel chimed in, "You don't get to do anything without express written consent of that pussy you are currently balls deep in." I laughed myself because it was true. 

"But still." I said.

"Still what?" Ellie asked. I spanked her good and hard again. She tensed up as if she was very near orgasm. She gasped.

"Oh my god, that's so fucking hot!" Rachel said, "There's a giant red hand print on your ass cheek! I want one!"

"Still, I get to spank you if I want to." I said. "But you over, there, Ms. Spread Eagle, you I don't get to do that to." 

"Aww! Why not? Please, sis? Let him spank me. All I've got in this sexed up little car is myself. You have both our boyfriends. I have none! Here, I'll make it easy." She said as she half stood up, turned around and backed her ass up towards us.

"Hey, wait, what? No! Get back!" Ellie said, afraid to touch her sister's ass for fear of touching something else. She tried in futility to push her away with words. 

"I'll go away when I get what I want. Give me what I want."

"Yeah, give her what she wants," I told her, "It doesn't even have to be me. You spank her."

"I'm not spanking my own sister!" Ellie yelled. "Just spank her and get it over with!" 

"You know, Ellie, I can't help but notice you haven't stopped bouncing on my cock this whole time. It can't be all that bad." She gave me a dirty look, then kissed me, and nodded towards her sister's ass. "Which cheek?" I asked.

"Spanker's choice." Rachel said. I sized her cheeks up, took a long look at her now dripping pussy, and decided left cheek. "Gonna go with the right. You ready?" I asked.

"Yes, sir!" She said.

"Okay, here comes, wait...are you still playing with yourself?" 

"What? No, I'm...well, fine. Yes. Yes, I'm still playing with myself. Can we get on with it?" I looked at my girlfriend one last time. She smiled, rolled her eyes and shook her head yes. 

"Okay, here we go. On three, one, two-" And I slapped her left cheek loud enough to reverberate in the tiny car. She screamed out, obviously in orgasm, still playing with herself but much faster than when she started. I felt Ellie's pussy tighten around me, just as if I'd spanked her again. I looked down and she was rubbing her clit in tiny, vigorous circles. 

"Fuck, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cut herself off, coming in another wave. 

"Jesus Christ, look what you did to her." Ellie said. "That IS a mighty hand print that you leave. But spanking's never done that for me before." 

"Bullshit." I retorted. "First time, my old apartment? Date one?" 

"Holy shit, yes, I do remember that! Is that really what I looked like? That's fucking hot."

"Yup. Nothing a good spanking can't cure."

"Guy, yeah, your girlfriend's ass is still here. Jesus, she's coming hard. I'm sure you did hear that slap. Wait, what? You could hear that outside?!" That got all of our attention. Ellie looked out the side and Guy was right below us. She just started laughing. "Guy says that people are still trying to figure out where the slap and moan came from. Guess we'd better stop then, eh?" 

"No!" Rachel yelled. We both looked at her and I could hear Guy laughing on the other end of the phone. 

"What do you think, Guy?" Ellie asked, "Do you think we should spank her again?" She laughed at his response. "Do I think she's been naughty? Need I remind you she took off all her clothes in protest, is fucking herself mere feet from my boyfriend just because she's a sore loser at her own game?" She paused, then looked at me and nodded. 

"What do think, sis? Same cheek, get a nice bite with the sting or should we even you out a bit?" I asked Rachel. She only moaned. "Guy says you've been naughty. Do you agree?" I asked.

"Yes," she squeaked, "I'm very naughty. I'm a very naughty girl." 

"Whoa, now." Interjected Ellie. "I only get the dirty talk. I'm the bad girl. Now spank her!"

"You hear that, naughty girl? I have to spank you now." I told Rachel.