Bab 487: Dare
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".
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.
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.
If I'm going to do your butt-crack, you have to turn around. If you get up on the arms, I can get at everything," Amy explained.
Remember the video of Jessica's waxing, and that she had posed similarly to get up and under, I didn't fight her request.
"Okay. You're the boss," I said, dutifully scaling the chair.
The suggested pose felt ridiculous and completely submissive, but it did provide the access required.
"Have you ever stuck your finger in a girl's butt before?" Amy asked, as she applied some more shaving cream.
Enjoying the pleasant feeling of Amy's fingers across my own opening, I answered, "Once, with Paula."
"Did you she let you put anything else in there?" she asked casually, picking up the razor again.
"Paula was kind of okay with a finger, but she told me there was no way I was putting my dick in her ass," I replied, remembering Paula's words as if they were said yesterday.
Amy didn't comment on my answer other than a non-committal grunt.
A brief silence followed before Amy asked, "Did Paula put a finger in yours?"
"Paula wouldn't go there...but I would've liked to try it," I replied, surprised that I had admitted my secret desire.
Wanting to shift the spotlight off me, I asked, "Have you let a guy put his dick in your butt?"
"Not yet," Amy replied, running the razor one last time deftly between my cheeks.
"And, you're done. Hold on a sec. I want to put some cream to help stop irritation and ingrown hairs," she said.
Smoothing on the cream was deliciously sensual, the cool contact teasing my newly exposed skin.
"Ames, you are evil. Do you know how hard you are making this?" I questioned, trying to hold my iPhone steady.
"About as hard as you made my back rub, I hope," Amy replied, taking the phone.
"Oh, look at your cute butthole. Makes me want to put a finger in it," she teased.
"Maybe some other time. So, let's have a look," I said.
Climbing back down sent a cool flood of air between my thighs, accenting the skin's amplified sensitivity.
"H'oh. That feels nice. And so smooth! It's really sensitive. This rocks!" I exclaimed.
"You're welcome," Amy said, capturing a few last frames before pressing stop.
Dividing the clean up, Amy headed to the bathroom, while I dropped the wet towels and face washer in the laundry.
"Thanks for letting me shave you. It was so much fun. Didn't imagine ever doing that to a guy. Least of all you," Amy said.
"Yeah, didn't see that one coming. Strange, but I'm okay with it," I admitted.
"Me too. Come on. Let's download the videos and have a look," Amy suggested fighting back a yawn.
"Okay, but I'm seriously tired. You must be wiped?" I said.
"I could stay up a little longer," Amy smiled, holding a fist over her mouth, trying to swallow another yawn.
"You're toast and I'm not much better. Let's do the videos in the morning," I suggested.
"Oh, alright. I guess I can wait. Just don't wake me up this time, okay?" Amy warned.
"I'm working from home, so I don't have to get up either. And that was your alarm," I defended.
Giving each other playfully rueful glares, we each collected our clothes and headed for bed.
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Contrary to my expectations, I had little trouble falling in to a peaceful slumber.
The sounds of kitchenware hitting the stove top rudely snapped me awake.
Even half asleep, my subconscious sent a hand down my pants to do an assessment of my wellbeing after yesterday's thrashing.
"Game on," I smirked sleepily, throwing the covers aside.
Padding my way to the kitchen, I marveled at how different being shaved made everything feel.
"Hi Matty! Did I wake you? Sorry about that. How did you sleep? I slept like a log," Amy bubbled, her eyes suggesting it was no accident I was awake.
"Morning. Yeah, me too," I replied, her spritely greeting bringing me out of my sleepy stupor.
Opening the fridge, I pawed around in the pizza box for the breakfast of college students.
Dragging two slices out on to a plate, I took my usual spot at the kitchen bench.
"What time did you get up?" I asked.
"About an hour ago. I've been waiting for you. I have a surprise," Amy said.
Looking mischievous, she produced both of our iPhones and pushed them in to middle of the bench.
"What is this?" I asked slowly.
"Well, I had an idea. You don't want Jessica to see your dare, because you don't want her to see you naked, right?" Amy stated.
I nodded.
"What if you saw her naked first? Would you let me send it to her then?" she asked, looking slightly anxious.
"I guess that would change things. But, I'm also worried she would show it round," I said tentatively, fighting to mask my excitement.
"What if I told you that Jessica sent me a video of her naked, for you to watch first, and that I guarantee she will not show anyone else," Amy said, using bold hand gestures to sell her pitch.
"I'd say, okay," I answered.
"Hit play," she said simply.
Finishing the crust of the first piece of pizza, I wiped my hands on my pajama pants and then picked up Amy's phone.
"Go ahead," Amy reassured me.
Feeling my skin tingle, I raised a finger to the iPhone's screen and tapped.
"Hi Matty. How are YOU this morning? Amy said you guys had an interesting evening...but I can't see," Jessica said, putting on a sad face.
"So, Amy came up with the idea to dare me to take a shower with my iPhone," Jessica said playfully.
The image jerked about for a moment and then steadied showing Jessica, clutching a towel about her breasts, and holding her iPhone in the reflection of a large bathroom mirror.
"We thought we would call this dare the "Shower-cam Dare"," Jessica said proudly.
"The plan is I'm going to put my phone in a zip-lock bag and tape it to the shower wall. It was Amy's idea. Your sister is really clever," Jessica grinned.
"But, just in case you can't see, here's a sneak peek," she said winking.
Opening her hand Jessica let the towel fall away leaving her standing there naked.
"Ta-da!" Jessica exclaimed.
"She sent you a copy too. So, what do you say?" Amy asked, standing on tiptoes, holding her breath.
Watching Jessica climb in to the shower and play up to the camera soaping up her breasts, I nodded smiling.
"I knew it! I knew I could convince you," she whooped.
Picking up my own phone and entering the password, I found two emails waiting for me. There was one from Amy and one from Jessica.
Not bothering to open their emails, I sent an email to both girls with the "Porn-star Haircut" file attached.
Moments later, Amy's iPhone chirped and buzzed the email's arrival.
"Thanks Matty," Amy said happily.
"You're welcome," I replied.
"Well, I better get started on some work. I'm sure you and Jessica will have a lot to talk about," I said.
"You have no idea," she answered.
IPhones in hand, Amy and I walked together down the hallway before I peeled off to enter my bedroom.
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After a quick shower and a fresh set of clothes, I sat staring at my computer perplexed by a firmware bug.
A surprisingly loud growl from within, alerted me to the fact that nearly three hours had passed.
While trying to remember what might be on offer to quell my hunger, Amy materialized at my door.
"Hello Ames. What can I do for you?" I asked.
"Hi Matty. I'm going to head out for a little and guess what? I need to borrow some money," Amy replied.
"Really? How much this time?" I asked, turning to give her my full attention.
"Just sixty dollars," Amy replied, smiling demurely.
"I thought this might happen, so I thought of a dare for you if you asked again," I said.
The sexual tension between the two of us sky-rocketed instantly.
"What do you want? I'll do anything," Amy repeated the answer she gave just hours ago, verbatim.
"I have a few things to do first, but I'll be ready by the time you get back," I said.
Pulling three twenty dollar notes from my wallet, I placed them in her open palm.
"Works for me. I'll see you later," Amy said.
"Oh, Ames. I found this. I think it's yours," I said.
Opening my desk draw, I scooped up Amy's favorite hairbrush and tossed it to her.
"Don't know what it was doing in there," I said innocently.
Catching the brush, I could see her debating whether to pursue the subject, or leave a sleeping dog.
"Hey, thanks. I've been looking for this. It's my favorite. I love the handle," Amy said.
"It looks like great brush," I said.
"It is. You should try it. Maybe I could use it on you later?" Amy suggested.
"Maybe. Anyway, you should get going," I advised.
"Yeah, I should. See ya later, Matty," Amy smirked.
"Bye Ames," I grinned back.
Convinced she had left I picked up my iPhone and began constructing the foundation of my dare.
~~~
Hearing Amy pull in to the driveway, I felt confident that my preparations were complete.
"Hi Matty. I'm home," Amy called out.
"Hi Ames. I'm in the kitchen. What have you been up to?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Nah, I'll tell you. I picked up a few groceries and...something for me," she said.
"What's in the bag?" I asked.
"Just some stuff for a salad. Tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber and carrots," Amy replied nonchalantly.
Amy innocently bent at the waist to restock the crisper draws, but from my angle, it seemed like she was taunting me.
"So, are you going to tell me what the dare is?" she asked.
"Yes, I am. It's pretty simple. I'm calling it, the "Phone Call" dare," I said.
"Next time you get a call from Jess, while you are on the phone, you have to let me do anything I want to you. You can't hang up until she does and you have to try to keep her talking for as long as possible. Sound okay?" I asked.
"Oh, and you can't tell Jessica what the dare is unless she asks," I added.
"Okay. But, we don't usually talk on the phone," Amy said, wearing a quietly, excited smile.
"I think Jess might call. I have a feeling," I replied.
"I see. Do I have time for a shower?" she asked with controlled excitement.
"I think so," I answered.
"Good, because that's what I'm going to do," Amy said.
Whirling on the spot, she looked back one last time and then casually walked off toward her bedroom.
Watching the clock, I firmly believed the only reason Amy's shower ended was due to a lack of hot water.
Estimating that Amy would now be dry and dressed, I dispatched the message I had been waiting to send all day.
"Ames. Could you come to my room please?" I asked, from her bedroom doorway.
"Okay. Should I bring my iPhone?" she countered, grinning with nervous excitement.
"I think you should," I replied, grinning back.
Phone in hand, Amy escorted me to my bedroom.
"You've been busy," Amy said, looking around my room with wide eyes.
"Uh-huh. I hope you don't mind? I borrowed your iPad," I said.
While Amy had been out, I had converted my bedroom in to an amateur video studio.
The process had been relatively simple. Borrowing my parents' bedside lamps, I had managed to balance the room's lighting, trying to avoid the pitfall of shaded action that most amateur videos suffer.
Finding the cameras' locations and foci, to maximize the playback potential, was the most time consuming task. Eventually, I settled for my laptop angled off to one side of my bed, one iPad looking up the length of my bed on a chair and the second iPad hanging on the wall, looking down my bed.
"I don't mind at all, but don't you think you had enough already?" she asked smirking coyly, still looking around the room.
"We're meant to record the dare, right? I'm just making sure we don't miss anything," I answered.
Amy, hearing my explanation, just gave a casual, knowing smile. However, it was easy to sense her excitement just below the surface.
"Why don't we do an intro? You can use my iPhone. Just give me a sec," I suggested.
Making my way around the room, I set my laptop and the two iPads recording and then held my iPhone up at Amy.
"Are you ready?" I asked her.
"I'm ready," she replied.
"Okay. Go," I said.
"Hi. So, my brother Matty has dared me to let him do whatever he likes to me while I'm talking on the phone to Jessica," Amy explained wearing a grin.
"Also, I can't hang up or tell Jessica anything unless she asks specifically. Have I got that right Matty?" she asked playfully.
Amy had barely finished her question when her iPhone chimed.
"Hi Jessica. This is a surprise," she said sarcastically, putting the call to speaker phone.
"Hi Amy. Yeah, well, I was bored so I thought I'd give you a call," Jessica replied.
Positioning my iPhone on a shelf, I skirted behind Amy and paused nervously before slipping my arms about her waist, while the girls continue to talk.
Delicately relinquishing Amy of her phone, I placed it on my desk and then moved her so we were both well framed in the laptop's screen.
Amy struggled to stifle a giggle, as my hands cupped her breasts through her t-shirt for the first time.
"Did you forget your underwear?" I whispered in her ear.
"I didn't forget anything," Amy replied whispering back.
"What did you say Amy?" Jessica asked abruptly.
"Oh, nothing. Matty just asked me something," she replied.
"So, what's going on there? Matty sent me a message to call you and keep you talking. He said he had a surprise for you," Jessica asked.
Giving me an incredulous look, Amy answered, "Oh, he did did he?"
"Can I tell her now?" Amy asked, as I let my hand fall away.
"Tell me what? Tell me what?" Jessica pleaded.
I grinned and nodding replied, "Go ahead."
"It's a dare Jessica. Matty dared me to let him...wait a sec," Amy giggled as I pulled her t-shirt up.
Slipping the t-shirt over head, I spun Amy around to face the desk.
"As I was saying, Matty dared me to let him do whatever he wants while I'm on the phone to you and I can't hang up," she finished.
"I knew it! What's he done so far?" Jessica asked.
"Not much...but he just took my t-shirt off. I can't see what he's up to at the...oh, my God. He's naked. Jessica, his dick looks huge!" Amy replied.
"What are you wearing?" Jessica asked.
"Just a cute pair of shorts, but he's got his hands on my hips. Jessica, I can feel his dick in my butt-crack. Matty, you are so bad," Amy said, pushing firmly back to meet me.
With her hands on my desk, I tugged Amy's shorts to her ankles, letting her finish by kicking them aside.
Amy smelled like candy and with Jessica's inclusion, I abandoned my earlier restraint taking Amy's breasts in my hands.
"Oh, Jessica. He's pulling my nipples. His hands are so warm. Yes, Matty. Pinch them harder," Amy sighed, her hand finding my shaft.
"This is so hot! Amy you have to tell me everything," Jessica demanded.
"His dick's so smooth. It's like baby's skin. I love it! I can't believe I'm jerking Matty off!" Amy exclaimed.
Continuing to play with one breast, I trailed a hand down Amy's belly and then, with my heart thumping in my ears, on to her mound.
"Do you like it Matty? Feels nice, huh?" Amy whispered.
To my surprise, I felt no hair. Running my fingertips back and forth over her clean skin was intoxicating.
"I got everything waxed especially for you," she breathed.
"It's amazing. So, smooth and soft," I replied in to her ear.
"Uh-huh. I feel so sexy. I love it!" Amy exclaimed softly.
"Hey guys. Third party here. I'll hang up," Jessica threatened playfully.
"Chill Jessica. Matty just said he likes my freshly waxed pussy, that's all," Amy placated.
"I bet he does. You should thank me Matty. I dared her to do it," Jessica said proudly.
"Thank you Jess," I called out over Amy's shoulder.
Reaching lower, my fingers found Amy's inner thighs already slick and wet.
Discovering her clit made Amy tense, her grip tightening around my shaft, as she sighed loudly.
"I think I just found Ames' clit Jess," I announced.
"Sounds like it to me," Jessica replied.
"Oh, fuck Jessica. He's fingering me. He's fingering me. It feels so fucking good," Amy moaned, her face flushed and her breathing a little ragged.
With my nostrils filled with Amy's musk, I turned her round, wanting to take in her every expression. We both looked down each other's bodies hungrily.
Locking eyes, we grinned at each other knowingly, touching our foreheads together.
"What's happening? This sooo sucks. You guys have to let me see. Turn on the video," Jessica complained, as Amy's iPhone screen lit up with Jessica's animated face, bursting our little bubble.
Pressing the mute button on her phone, Amy and I burst out laughing. While Amy draped her arms around my neck, I ran my hands down her back until my hands each grasped a butt-cheek.
Pulling one cheek aside, I made a surprising discovery.
"Is that? Did you?" I stuttered, circling my finger around her anus.
There was no mistaking the frictionless, viscous nature of what Amy had done.
"Did I lube my butt up? Yes, I did Matty. You said anything, so I'm ready for anything," she smirked proudly.
My dick twitched against Amy's belly, leaving a snail trail of pre-cum.
"Guys? Are you there? Come on. I know. I dare you BOTH to let me watch," Jessica said triumphantly.
"Oops. Yeah, we're here. You know I won't say no. Matty?" Amy said, after hastily hitting the mute button to reinstate the audio.
"Would you owe me a no holds barred dare, Jess?" I asked.
"Of course, Matty," Jessica's image replied eagerly.
"Alright," I agreed and activated Amy's phone's video.
Jessica's look of desperation turned instantly to elation, her screen obviously displaying our current embrace.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jessica repeated.
"What do you want to do now Matty?" Amy asked smolderingly.
Without a word, I took Amy's hand and walked her over to the bed. Taking my lead, Amy climbed on to the bed and struck the very same wanton pose her drunken self had while I had filmed her.
Giving a slight shake of my head, Amy turned to lie on her back and raised an eyebrow, waiting for my approval.
Barely able to contain my excitement, I moved between Amy's legs, Amy parting them welcomingly.
Neither of us could stop smiling as I hovered tantalizingly short of what we both knew to be the point of no return.
"Don't tease me," Amy said playfully, writhing a little in anticipation.
Taking a silent breath, I nervously tilted my hips, looked in to Amy's eyes and eased forward.
"Ohhh," was all Amy quietly moaned, as she closed her eyes and thrust her hips out.
Everything seemed to tingle like I'd never experienced before. Perhaps my recent drought sex-wise had created the starving man effect; anything would taste fantastic. But, the root cause was more likely the fact that this was an extraordinary event.
Overwhelmed, I stupidly blurted, "Ames, we're having sex."
"I know," Amy replied, answering in the same awestruck manner.
Grinning wildly, we ground our way in to a deep thrusting rhythm. Amy ran her fingers through my hair, then down my back until they found my butt and groped hard.
Scooping up Amy's leg and pinning it back with my shoulder left my hand free to slip a finger in to her already slick rectum.
"Yes. Finger my ass," Amy cooed.
"Finger mine," I breathed back.
Stopping to smirk, she leaned a little to one side, enough to allow her fingertips to seek out my clenched opening and test its integrity.
"You lubed?" Amy gasped with delighted surprise.
"I wanted to be ready for anything too," I replied, grinning devilishly. Together, with fingers pumping in and out, we quickly built up ahead of steam.
"I'm going to cum," I stammered, breathing as if I were sprinting.
"Oh my God! Don't stop!" Amy gasped, pulling me savagely in to her with each thrust of her fingers.
Crossing the threshold of control, I rocked forward heavily as my muscles began contracting intensely.
With a groan, I let go and exploded inside Amy, spilling forth gushes of cum.
My dick pulsed and my rectum clenched around her fingers sending ripples of pleasure through my core.
Amy held her breath as her orgasm took hold bare seconds after mine.
Biting her lip, she shuddered beneath me, eyes shut tight. Amy's pussy constricted my shaft and her ass held on to my fingers.
Then, taking a deep breath, the tension that held Amy motionless was gone.
"Oh my God," Amy gasped, taking in a lung full of air.
Releasing Amy's leg, I remained inside Amy collapsing on top of her.
Both of us started to laugh spontaneously sharing our mutual contentment and sense of accomplishment.
"Oh, Matty. That was good," Amy sighed as I finally found the strength to pry myself up again..
"That was awesome! Matty. Amy. You guys are seriously fucking hot together," Jessica exclaimed excitedly.
"I fucking came too!" Jessica laughed.
I had understandably forgotten we had an audience, but now I felt very aware of the fact.
A momentary impulse to roll off Amy was halted by a reassuring squeeze.
"Don't be embarrassed," Amy said. "You were...incredible."
"Oh, I wasn't, but thanks. I hope it was good. I know it was for me," I bumbled, now truly embarrassed by my sister's compliment.
"Matty, believe me, it was," Amy assured me.
Hearing a commotion from Amy's phone, both Amy and I turned to look at its screen.
"Aww, crap! I have to go guys," Jessica swore.
"Sorry Matty. I guess Amy will have to dare you again. Bye Amy. I'll text you later," Jessica said hurriedly.
"Bye Jessica," Amy shouted boisterously.
"Bye Jess," I called out and with that Jessica, blowing a quick kiss good-bye, was gone.
With our spectator gone, it seemed like an appropriate time to withdraw, even though I was still hard.
"That was a great dare Matty...even if it was a quick," she sighed sounding disappointed.
Knowing in an instant that her comment might be misinterpreted, Amy added, "Not that I needed any more time to...you know, orgasm. I did that!"
"I meant the dare was quick," she clarified.
"You barely got a chance to do anything to me. Poor Matty," Amy said pouting.
Giving Amy a kiss on the cheek, I said, "Oh, I'm pretty happy with my dare."
"Aww, Matty. You're so sweet. Now, get off me. I'm leaking," she said, giving me a playful push.
Watching Amy delicately try to get up off the bed was amusing.
"Shit Matty. How much did you cum?" she exclaimed, snatching up her shorts and wiping between her thighs.
"Sorry. I guess I was a little excited. Do you need a towel?" I laughed.
Wearing a wicked, knowing grin, Amy sat back down on the bed.
"Why don't you take care of the video stuff and meet me in the shower?" she suggested, still grinning.
"We can discuss your next two dares," Amy finished, as she stood up.
Slightly confused, I asked, "Two dares? I thought it was your turn?"
Collecting her t-shirt and iPhone, she walked past me and stood in the doorway.
"I still owe you one hundred and twenty dollars. That's two dares. Sixty dollars a dare, right?" Amy reasoned.
The thought of two more dares sent a surge of blood to groin and a tingle down my spine.
"What if I want the money instead?" I countered smirking.
"Let's face it Matty. We both know I'm never going to have the money to pay you back," she replied, returning my smirk.
"But all of sudden, I want to be a good sister and pay you back," Amy said, doing her best to hold back a giggle.
Moving from device to device, a fingertip shutting each down in seconds, I finished my circuit coming to stand before Amy.
Sharing another cheeky grin, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Ames, does this mean it's going to cost me sixty bucks every time I dare you to do something?" I asked hoping I had not established a costly precedent.
"Matty. I'm suggesting that instead of taking my turns, I sell them to you," Amy replied.
Her explanation brought a smile to my face and a small sense of relief.
Pressing a finger to my chest, Amy said, "But, I would totally be worth it."
Taking her hand in mine, I lead Amy in the direction of the shower.
"I think I'm getting a bargain either way," I said.
"Oh, Matty. Flattery will get you everywhere."
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