A game of humiliation turns naughty.

Unfortunately, Trevor woke with a bad case of morning wood the next morning. He could hardly be blamed for that; during the night Melinda's hand had wandered down and found its way to the hard shaft, where she unconsciously grasped it in her sleep.

It wouldn't have been so bad if she moved it before waking. It might not even have been so bad it Trevor had woken before her, with enough time to carefully move her hand away. But neither of these were to be.

They woke basically at the same time. First Melinda stirred, which brought him back to consciousness. He was just opening his eyes as she yawned. She lifted her head and glanced at him, still a little groggy. Then she glanced down at where her hand was, her view obscured by the covers. No doubt she wasn't yet aware of what she was holding. She gave an experimental squeeze.

Trevor noted the exact moment when it dawned on her, because her eyes went wide and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Ew!" she squealed. "Trevor, you pervert!"

While he couldn't deny that he was a pretty typical horny teenage boy, he wasn't about to take the blame for something that wasn't his fault.

"Don't blame me," he told her. "You're the one who grabbed me down there."

"But you didn't have to... I mean..." she stammered. Of course she had nothing to accuse him of, so she gave a frustrated growl and climbed out of bed to go take her shower.

Trevor got out of bed and made his way into the kitchen to fix breakfast. Stupid little sister, he thought. But he couldn't quite bring himself to hate her this morning. Ever since sleeping in the same bed with her Saturday night, since waking up to her pretty face, since holding her in his arms watching over her as she slept, he had realized something. She wasn't just his sister; she was a girl. A pretty girl. Even a sexy girl. Maybe he had already been cooped up with her too long, but she was actually starting to look appealing.

With that thought, his animosity toward her was tempered, and he actually felt like being nice to her for a change. It was a disturbing feeling.

Nevertheless, he fixed toast, bacon, and eggs for breakfast that morning, making sure that there was enough for both of them. Melinda was just emerging from the bathroom when he served the breakfast onto two plates.

She looked surprised to see that he had made enough for her; back home he would have just made some for himself and left her to fix her own breakfast. Doing something nice like that would be considered a sign of weakness in their unending war.

"Thanks," she said, then sat down to eat with him.

The rest of the morning passed in silence, but it was a different kind of silence this time. It wasn't that they deliberately weren't talking to each other; they both tried to start up a conversation on several occasions. But it turned out that they really had nothing to talk about. They had been enemies for so long that it was hard to communicate as anything else.

It looked like the afternoon would be more of the same. Trevor had played about a million games of solitaire so far (at least it seemed that way) and he was really getting tired of it. Melinda kept scribbling in her journal, and he figured she had enough material in there just from the vacation to write a full-length novel. He was beginning to develop a serious case of cabin fever.

Finally after an eternity of staring at those cards, he decided he needed a change of pace. They were in a cabin in the woods after all; he could at least go hiking around the area for a couple of hours. He put the cards away and was just about to put his shoes on when Melinda came and sat down beside him on the couch.

"I'm bored," she said.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know. Let's play a game or something. You have a deck of cards."

Trevor nearly groaned. Not more cards. If he had to look at those kings and queens and jacks staring up at him and mocking him one more time.... Then he caught himself and took some time to think about the possibilities. He wondered if he could turn this to his advantage. If he was going to be cooped up in this cabin for the rest of the week with just his sister for company, he planned to make the most of it.

"All right," he told her, and her face lit up with delight. He wondered just how long she would keep that expression when he told her his plan. "But I get to pick the game."

"No way," she insisted. "You'll pick something like strip poker. You're such a pervert."

"I wasn't going to pick strip poker," he lied. In fact, that was exactly what he had planned, but it looked like he had to go with Plan B now.

"Okay, fine," she said. "What game are we going to play?"

"Dare poker," he smiled.

"See? You are a pervert! You'll probably have me run around the cabin naked or something."

"Now that's a great idea!" he smiled, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

Dare poker was about the only game they enjoyed playing together, mainly because they loved to force each other into humiliating and compromising situations. The rules were simple; they played the game like poker, but the "bets" were a lot like the dares in Truth-or-Dare. One of them would start off with a dare, then the other one had three choices. They could raise with their own dare. They could call, in which case both players would show their hands and the loser would have to perform all of the dares mentioned so far. Or they could fold, in which case they would have to perform all of the dares except for the last one mentioned. The ones they could accomplish right away they would have to do before the next hand, but some of them required more effort, sometimes taking days or weeks to accomplish. There were a few other minor rules, like not being allowed to mention the same dare more than once, but for the most part it was pretty straightforward.

He once lost a hand that ended up having him doing all her chores for a month. He got her back for that though; making her kiss the ugliest boy in school. Until now, he had kept the tasks merely humiliating. But that was before his attitude toward his sister had changed, before he thought of her as a beautiful and sexy girl instead of just an annoying brat. Now he realized that the possibilities were endless. She would just have to lose a hand or two at key points in the game. He even had a few tasks in mind to force her to fold.

Of course, she had always been as cunning and devious as him, so she might end up having him perform some particularly embarrassing stunts. But for what he had in mind, it just might be worth it.

"What do you think?" he asked her, trying not to sound too eager.

"Okay," she sighed.

Melinda had some sheets of paper in a notebook, so she took some of these out and cut them into smaller pieces to write their dares on.

"I'll flip you to see who gets to say the first dare," Trevor said, reaching into his pocket for a coin.

"Fine," Melinda agreed, "but I get to call it. And I get to examine the coin first. And you toss it on the floor, not back into your hand."

"Sounds like you don't trust me," he grinned.

"I don't."

He shrugged and handed her a quarter. She turned it over in her hand to look at both sides, then handed it back to him.

"Call it in the air," he told her, then flipped it.

"Heads," she said. It landed on the floor, settling down to show tails side up. Melinda groaned. "Can I deal then?" she asked.

"Okay, but I get to examine the deck of cards first," he said in a mocking voice.

"They're your cards!" she replied.

Trevor opened the deck and handed the cards to her. They sat down across from each other on the floor. Melinda shuffled the cards, then dealt. Trevor glanced at his hand. He had two kings. Not great, but he might be able to salvage something from it. He figured he would start right off with the bluffing, so he set down just one of his cards. Let her think he had a better hand than he did. He could probably get her to fold if he acted confident.

The card she handed him to replace the one he discarded didn't help. He noticed, however, that she took 3 cards herself.

"All right," he said with a smile. "We'll start off easy. The loser has to wash the dishes for the rest of the vacation." This was a good one, since neither of them had washed any of the dishes yet, which had been piling up since Saturday. He jotted the task down on a strip of paper and tossed it on the floor in front of them.

"Oh good," she smiled. "I was hoping to get out of some chores. I wouldn't mind taking it easy while I'm here. Speaking of which, you might want to get your hands warmed up, because if you lose, you're giving me a foot massage." She wrote her task on a strip of paper and added it to the pile.

Surprisingly, Trevor wasn't too disgusted by the thought. Maybe yesterday he would have been horrified by the thought of going anywhere near her feet, but since he had adopted his new attitude toward her, it actually appealed to him. After all, her feet were attached to her legs, and she had such lovely legs... Besides, he might win, in which case he would be the recipient of the foot massage. That sounded rather nice, actually.

"Why stop there?" he shrugged, reaching for another slip of paper. "After you're done massaging my feet, you can rub my back."

She seemed almost disappointed that his reaction had been favorable. No doubt she had hoped that he would have folded just at the thought of having to touch her. Actually, he had been pretty fortunate so far; other than the dishes, the dares so far were things that he would enjoy doing almost as much as he would enjoy having them done to him.

She put an end to that one really quickly. "Since you seem to like the idea of massaging my feet so much, you should like this one too," she said with a wicked grin. "The loser has to suck on each of the winner's big toes for thirty seconds."

Now that didn't sound appealing. He considered folding; he could come out virtually unscathed, other than having to wash the dishes every day. And the thought of massaging her feet and her back actually appealed to him. But he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him fold on the first hand. It was time to bring out the big guns.

"Let's get this over with," he said. "The loser has to take off all their clothes above the waist. In front of the winner."

"Hey!" she complained. "That's not fair!"

"Why not? If I lose, I'll do it."

"But you're a boy. It's fine for you to go topless."

"It's not my fault that the rules of society say women can't take their tops off. I'd be happy to change it."

"Yeah, you would!" she smirked.

"Yeah, I would," he agreed. "In the mean time, that's my dare."

Melinda scowled at him. He had her, he realized. There was no way she would risk this. And that meant she had to fold. As if to hurry her decision, he stuck out his foot and wiggled it in front of her face. "Doesn't that look yummy?" he asked.

"Get your smelly feet out of my face!" she told him.

"Why? You're going to suck on it in a minute anyway."

"No I'm not," she replied, reaching for another slip of paper. Trevor withdrew his foot, excited that she had chosen to continue. He didn't have a very good hand, but he had a ton of ideas almost guaranteed to make her fold.

What am I doing? he thought to himself. Am I really getting excited about seeing my sister's chest? He knew the thought should have disgusted him, and he had originally mentioned the dare not expecting her to go through with it, but now that it looked like a real possibility, he realized just how much he was getting aroused at the thought of it.

But Melinda had her own secret weapon. She wrote down her dare on a strip of paper and tossed it into the pile, grinning triumphantly. Trevor picked it up, curious to see what had her smiling like that. The instant he read it, he tossed his cards down in resignation. "Let the winner kick you in the groin," it said.

He could afford to risk that even less than she could afford to risk taking her top off. If he won and kicked her, it would hurt her a little and then they would go on with the game. But if she won and kicked him...

It was his own stupid fault, he realized. He had written a dare that was unfair to her, so she had retaliated with one unfair to him. He had no place to complain; she had simply outsmarted him.

She clapped her hands in glee when she saw that he folded. Trevor sighed in defeat. "Okay, let's get this over with," he told her. He immediately grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Melinda grinned, raising one of her feet off of the floor and pointing it at him with a triumphant look on her face.

Trevor took one of her feet in his hands and gently massaged it. On any other day he would consider this humiliating, but he found that it really wasn't so bad. She had surprisingly soft skin, even on the bottoms of her feet. There was something actually appealing about touching her like this.

She seemed to like it too, because when he started working on the second foot, she gave a contented sigh.

"What?" she asked when he looked up at her and grinned. "Okay, I admit it feels good. So what?"

Trevor just shrugged.

After a few more minutes, he decided he couldn't put off any longer the moment he had been dreading. He had been working himself up to the humiliating task, and now he was ready.

One minute total, he told himself. Thirty seconds per toe. That's not so bad.

He glanced up once more at Melinda, who grinned maliciously at him. Trevor glanced down at his watch. "Thirty seconds," he said, "starting... now."

He lowered his head and took his sister's big toe in his mouth.

Melinda immediately burst out into uncontrollable giggles. He had never known her to be ticklish, so he figured it must be just the delight of humiliating him like this.

But surprisingly, it didn't feel humiliating. He had expected her toe to taste bitter, or sweaty, or something like that, but really it was just a neutral taste. No worse than sucking on his own finger.

He kept an eye on his watch, and as soon as the thirty seconds ended, he pulled away.

"Wasn't that yummy?" Melinda said in a taunting voice.

"How would you know?" he retorted. "Whose toes have you been sucking on?"

"Nobody's!" she exclaimed. "I was asking you if that was yummy."

"Delicious. Tastes like chicken. You know, I think I'm developing a fondness for human flesh. Maybe tonight after you go to sleep I'll kill you and barbecue you. I'll bet you go good with ketchup."

"Yeah, like I really believe you would do that."

Trevor shrugged. "Suit yourself. It's probably better that you don't believe me. You'll put up less of a struggle."

"Yeah, well you can have my other big toe as an appetizer." She stuck out her foot and wiggled her toes in front of him. He took the big toe in his mouth, causing her to giggle uncontrollably again. Thirty seconds later it was all over. Trevor spit out her toe and stood up, glad to be through with the humiliating part. He was actually looking forward to the next part.

Trevor climbed off of the couch and knelt beside it, as Melinda lay down on her stomach on it. Trevor reached out with his hands and ran them over her back, delighted at he feel of her body under his fingers. It was just her back, but he still enjoyed touching her like this.

Apparently Melinda did too, because after five minutes of the massage, she gave a contented sigh. Trevor kept going, willing to keep going as long as she wanted. She had her eyes closed and he wondered if she had fallen asleep. But another five minutes later, she opened her eyes.

"Thanks," she smiled. "That's good enough." Trevor withdrew his hands, and she sat up.

"How did that feel?" he asked her.

"Surprisingly good, considering you're my annoying older brother. Maybe if you did that to me more and fought with me less, we might even get along."

He wasn't about to argue with that. He really did like running his hands over her back. Now if he could only convincer her to let him do the same to her front...

He chuckled under his breath. As if she would ever allow him to do that. On the other hand, they were playing dare poker, which meant some interesting possibilities.

"Shall we go again?" asked Trevor.

"I don't know..." said Melinda. "I've already got you washing the dishes all week. Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead."

"You have to give me a chance for payback."

"Fine. One more hand. But that's all for today."

Trevor dealt the cards this time. He ended up with a pair of threes and a pair of sixes. Melinda grinned when she picked up her hand, then set down two cards to be replaced by another two from the deck. Trevor replaced the unmatched card from his hand, and was delighted to discover that he ended up with another three. Full house.

This was a big hand. A really big hand. Almost guaranteed to win. The trick, now, was to make the best use of it. He had to string her along slowly in order to get the most out of her; he didn't want her to fold too early. Fortunately, it looked like she had a good hand herself, which would make her more confident.

It was her turn to go first though. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote her first dare on it.

"Since you're already doing some of my chores," Melinda said, "let's have you fix breakfast in bed for me every morning too."

That didn't sound too bad, but Trevor was still sore that she had outsmarted him the last hand. He wondered just how far he could push her without her folding. The possibilities were exciting.

Now that he was thinking of her as a girl and not just his sister, she was stirring certain feelings in him. He realized that this was a perfect opportunity. If nothing else, he was determined to see her nude.

"The loser," he told her smugly, "has to run around the cabin five times. Naked."

"Yeah, I knew it wouldn't take you long to get around to that," she grumbled. "A pervert like you couldn't resist it."

"I may be a pervert, but you knew that when you agreed to play the game. I think you secretly want to get naked in front of me."

"No way!" she exclaimed.

"You could always fold," he shrugged. "I'm kind of looking forward to breakfast in bed every morning." Actually, he didn't want her to fold; the taunting was just reverse psychology to push her to go on.

"You wish. Okay, since you're obviously going to be naked in five minutes, let's go for maximum humiliation. After the loser finishes their laps, they have to leave their clothes off for an hour."

Things were really starting to get interesting now. Since Melinda had accepted the dare by suggesting one of her own, it was no longer possible for this hand to end without one of them losing their clothes. Now all Trevor had to do was win, which was likely with the hand he had, but still not a sure thing.

"Let's not just extend it to an hour," he said. "The loser has to leave their clothes off until we go to bed tonight."

"Oh, you think I'm afraid of getting naked in front of you?" sneered Melinda, grabbing the pen and writing on another strip of paper. "Let's make it for the rest of the vacation. You can get dressed on Saturday morning. Not before."

Trevor couldn't believe how things were turning out. He could have his cute little sister naked in front of him for almost a whole week. And it was her idea! Now he just had to win this hand.

Calm down, he told himself. She knows what she's doing. Concentrate on the game, or you're going to make a mistake.

This had developed into a whole new game. At home, they wouldn't have dared to get this naughty. But here, alone in the woods, there were no parents to get in their way, to remind them of the rules. The possibilities were unlimited.

But that meant he had to force her to fold before she came up with another "kick in the groin" type of dare. If he won this hand, then it wouldn't matter whatever else he had to do. Just the thought of her walking into the bedroom naked carrying a tray of food for him each morning was just too damn thrilling. But it all depended on coming up with something she would absolutely refuse to do. But what could that be? She was already willing to risk going naked; how else could he test her?

It suddenly came to him, and he grinned. "The loser," he said, "has to masturbate herself to orgasm in front of the winner."

"What the hell!" Melinda exclaimed in shock, but he merely chuckled. He could back off from it right now, pretending it was a joke. But she had already humiliated him once today; now it was time for payback. Right now he wasn't sure whether he wanted her to fold or continue. What he wouldn't give to watch her play with herself like that!

"You're the biggest pervert in the whole world, you know that?" she fumed. "You want to watch your own sister masturbate?"

"Maybe I'm an even bigger pervert than you think," he grinned, maintaining an icy cold calm on the outside despite the pounding of his heart in his chest. "Maybe I'm playing to lose. Maybe I want to jerk off while you watch. And maybe you'll like it so much that you'll want to do it for me."

"You... sick... ergh!" she growled.

"Does that mean you fold?" he asked.

"Absolutely not," replied Melinda stubbornly. "Okay, if you want to get nasty, I'll get nasty too. The loser has to have sex with an object that the winner picks. Any object in the cabin."

"Oh, you're really digging your own grave now," Trevor taunted. "I've got five or six things in mind for you right now."

"Yeah, well, just to warn you, I'm thinking about a certain cheese grater in a drawer in the kitchen. Imagine how nice it will feel to rub your dick on that," she told him.

He almost folded again; she had come up with another dare almost like the one that had won her the first hand. But he knew she wouldn't go through with the threat. No matter how mad she got at him, she wouldn't force him to do anything that would cause serious injury. It was all an empty threat. No doubt she would choose an empty ketchup bottle or something like that if she won.

"Sounds fun," he smiled, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. But still, the thought of what she had said made him more determined than ever to win this hand. And he knew just how to do it. He would give her a dare that was so horrifying that she would have no choice but to surrender.

He had just the thing in mind. He was playing for keeps now. "Well, let's go ahead and take this where you knew it would go when you agreed to play," he smiled.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I would. The loser has to go down on the winner. And just so that there's no confusion, I'm referring to oral sex. Oh, and you have to give the winner an orgasm."

"You're such a... actually, there's no word to describe what you are. My own brother, who can't keep his mind out of his pants for five minutes. There's no way you're actually related to me. You must have been adopted."

"Oh, but then it wouldn't be as nasty when you suck me off," he grinned. "It's so much better to keep it in the family, don't you agree?"

"You make me want to throw up," she told him. "You know what the worst part of this dare is? I don't want to win any more than I want to lose. The last thing I want is any part of your body touching me down there."

"So then--"

"No, I'm not going to fold. I'm going to make you pay for that suggestion. Let's see... I know. The loser lets the winner tickle them for five minutes."

Although on the surface it sounded like a much tamer dare than the ones leading up to it, it was particularly devious on her part. She knew he was ticklish and she wasn't.

He also realized that he had pushed things too far. He had put her on the defensive; she wasn't going to fold no matter what he came up with. While that meant he could pretty much say anything he wanted and she would have to agree, it also meant that he couldn't make winning a sure thing. He didn't want to add anything more to the hand, in case he lost.

That meant there was only one thing to do.

"I call," he said.

"Fine. I do too," she replied. Trevor set his cards down face up to show his full house.

"NO!" she exclaimed with a look of horror in her eyes, revealing her own cards. She had three queens. It was a good hand, but not enough to beat his. He realized with nearly overwhelming excitement and arousal that his fantasies were about to come true.

"Off with your clothes," he taunted. Melinda scowled at him.

"Not yet," she said. "We can do the dares in any order, so I say you have to tickle me for five minutes first. I'm not having you touch me when I'm naked."

"Fine," he agreed. He reached over and dug his hands into her side.

It would have been more fun if she were ticklish, but she just sat there with a bored and impatient look on her face. He tried tickling her ribs, her sides, and under her arms, but he got no response. In the end, he gave up after three minutes and called it good enough.

"Now lose the clothes," he told her.

She sighed, then reached for the bottom of her tee shirt. Trevor watched in gleeful anticipation as she lifted the shirt over her head, exposing her skin to him. Then she stood and slipped her shorts down to the ground, leaving her in only her bra and panties. So far it wasn't any more of her than he had seen of her before; last summer she had worn a bikini to the beach which didn't cover any more of her body than her underwear did now. But there was still that thrill of seeing her in clothes not meant for his eyes.

He more than half expected her to turn away from him when she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, but to his amusement and delight, she slipped it off her arms without even attempting to cover herself. She glared at him as if daring him to make a comment, but there was no need. He was speechless. She had incredible tits for her age, small but perky, capped by pretty pink nipples. Instead of throwing her arms in front of her chest, she put her hands on her hips and continued to glare at him. That pose, probably meant to discourage him from staring, was about the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Keep going," he said, trying to keep the lust out of his voice. Melinda moved her hands down to the waistband of her panties and slid the garment down her legs. Trevor couldn't help but grin in erotic excitement. He had never really thought of it before, but his obnoxious little sister was the complete package. Gorgeous face, perfectly formed tits, and a pussy to die for. She had a healthy growth of hair down there for her age, and either she kept it trimmed or it just naturally grew in a perfect small triangle between her legs. Her pussy lips were small and enticing, and he imagined that she must be extremely tight.

What was he thinking? This was his sister! Was he really imagining what it must be like to have sex with her? Looking was one thing, but that was something completely different.

"Like what you see?" asked Melinda, spreading her arms to give him a good look but keeping that scowl on her face.

Trevor shrugged. "I would if you weren't so ugly," he replied.

"So I'm ugly, am I? Is that why you spy on me when I take my shower?"

She was bluffing, of course. Until this vacation, the thought of spying on her in the shower had honestly never crossed his mind. That was because he was always too annoyed with her to think of her as a girl, one who could be attractive and have a nice body.

"I don't spy on you!" he retorted.

"I'll bet you do."

"And I'll bet that's your fantasy. You secretly hope I'm spying on you every morning when you take your shower. So do you give me a good show? Do you play with yourself or something, hoping I'll take pictures and upload them to the internet?"

"No way, you creep!"

"You know, you still have to run around the cabin five times. Good exercise. You might want to take a shower afterward."

Melinda stuck her tongue out at him, a gesture that he normally found obnoxious. Coming from a gorgeous naked girl like her though, it seemed more flirtatious and even sexy.

"Can I at least put my sandals on?" she asked.

"Fine," he shrugged. He considered making her run barefoot just to be extra mean, but he was just so excited about seeing the rest of her body that he didn't care if she covered her feet.

She went to the bedroom to slip on her sandals, then walked to the front door and put her hand on the doorknob. "Are we really all alone out here?" she asked. "You don't think someone can see us?"

"We're miles away from anything," he reassured her. "Besides, even if there was a crowd out there, you still have to go through with it."

"Oh, thanks for being so reassuring," said Melinda, rolling her eyes. Then she opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight.

Trevor stood by the front door as she ran her laps. He watched her with great interest and amusement. He had to admit a certain erotic thrill at seeing her run around without clothes. He especially enjoyed the way her boobs, though still small and developing, bounced around. By now he was feeling very restrained inside his pants. It would have been pure torture if not for the knowledge that Melinda would soon be taking care of that. He shivered in anticipation at that thought, despite the heat of the sun.

She finished her laps, then met him at the front door. "Now let me back in, you big bully," she said.

He considered pointing out that it had been a fair game, and if he had lost he would have had to do the same thing, but he was too excited about the upcoming events that he didn't push the point.

"And now for the fun part," he said as they made their way back to the couch. "Start playing with yourself."

"I can't," she told him, her face growing red.

"A dare is a dare," he insisted.

"I know, but I can't just turn it on and off like that. Especially when I'm embarrassed. I just barely took my clothes off, and with you watching me... I need some time to get used to being naked in front of you. Can we maybe postpone this?"

Trevor considered her request. Seeing his bratty little sister without her clothes on really excited him, and he the thought of watching her masturbate herself was thrilling beyond belief. On the other hand, he knew that despite the dares, he couldn't really make her do anything she truly didn't want to. If she stubbornly refused to go through with things, he had no way of enforcing the rules.

That meant he had to be careful not to push her too hard. He still might be able to get what he wanted if he was willing to show a little leniency.

"All right, I'll take a rain check on that one," he conceded. "You can put it off until tomorrow. But you'd better give me a good show to make up for it."

"And what about... um... having to have sex with an object."

"You still have to do that. Remember, that was your idea."

Melinda scowled at him.

"Okay, I'll tell you what," he said. "Since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you combine those two into one, since they're kind of the same thing. And you can wait till tomorrow if you want."

"Thanks," she mumbled, as if the word tasted bad in her mouth.

"You can thank me by doing the other dare," he said with a wicked grin.

Melinda glanced down at his crotch, her eyes growing wide.

"Trevor," she said, "you aren't really going to make me... you know. You were just kidding, right? I mean, you were just trying to get me to fold."

Actually; she was right. At the time, he had never expected her to accept the dare and continue with the game. But he was far too aroused right now to think clearly; this was an opportunity too good to pass up.

"I notice you didn't fold though," he told her. "So yes, I'm going to make you go through with it."

"You're so nasty!" she said.

But Trevor saw something on her features, something that surprised him. She was putting on a show of being disgusted, but there was a kind of sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

Was it possible that she was actually looking forward to sucking him off? Despite teasing her about Jason Walters, he had never really thought of her in sexual terms; the question of whether she was the type of girl to give a blowjob had never crossed his mind, and until today if it had, it would have been so disturbing that he wouldn't have been able to sleep for a week.

But right now, he was too excited and aroused for any of those thoughts to have room in his head.

"Do it," he told her.

Melinda gave a growl of frustration and balled her hand into a fist, and for a moment Trevor thought she was going to slug him. Then she shook her head and knelt down in front of him.

She's really going to go through with it! he thought with excitement. I'm going to get my dick sucked, and by my own sister! It was almost too good to be true. He glanced around the room for a second, expecting at any moment to see a shifting of reality, an out-of-place oddity, anything to indicate that this was a dream and not real life. Then he glanced down at his sister's face, less than a foot from his crotch, and shuddered in anticipation.

He wasn't wearing a belt, so Melinda simply unfastened his pants and pulled down the zipper. That relieved some of the pressure on his eager cock, but it still pressed uncomfortably against his underwear. Melinda gazed at the bulge there in disgust, then reached up with her hands to the waistband. No doubt in a hurry to get it over with, she pulled it down, and suddenly his cock sprang free, bobbing in front of her face.

"Ew!" she exclaimed in a disgusted tone of voice. Then she glanced up at him. "You're not... you're not really going to make me... put that in my mouth, are you?"

"Oh, like you really don't want to do it," he teased her. "You want to know what I think?"


"Tough. I'll tell you anyway. I think you didn't fold because you're secretly glad you lost. I think you want to do this. You've been fantasizing about sucking me off for years."

"You're a pervert. I'll bet you've been fantasizing about this for years."

"And I bet you'll enjoy this as much as I will."

"No way. I bet you'll cum in less than a minute."

"Even if I do, I bet you'll love the taste so much that you'll swallow the whole thing and beg me for more."

"Prove it," she demanded.

That was one of Melinda's favorite ways of ending an argument. It was a challenge, and he could never afford to back out of the challenge. It had gotten him in trouble more than once.

On the other hand, this was something quite different. It showed that she was perfectly willing to go through with this. Truthfully, if she really didn't want to, he wouldn't have made her do it. It was just a game, but being forced to do something sexual could really mess her up emotionally. In fact, he had half expected her to refuse, in which case he would have teased her a little about not going through with the dare, then dropped the subject.

But she was not only agreeing to do it; she was insisting. He wasn't about to pass up an opportunity like that.

She lowered her head and tentatively brushed her tongue across the head of his cock, and he immediately gave a groan of pleasure. Just the thought that she was actually pleasing him orally nearly pushed him over the edge into an orgasm right there, but he exerted all his willpower to keep from cumming. He didn't want to go off until he had it in her mouth.

"Yummy, isn't it?" he asked her in a teasing voice.

"Yeah, and how would you know?"

"'Cause over a dozen girls have told me so."

Melinda rolled her eyes in disbelief, then lowered her head again. This time she ran let her tongue linger on his cock for a while, getting used to the feel and taste of it. She continued licking for about a minute, then opened her mouth to engulf it.

When she closed her mouth around his cock and began to suck, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. He'd never had a blowjob before, but he fantasized about it all the time. The reality was so much better than the fantasy. Despite the fact that it was his sister doing it to him, or perhaps because of it, he felt overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure.

He groaned over and over again as she sucked him. It was honestly one of the best moments of his life. She wasn't particularly experienced with giving head, but he wasn't experienced with receiving it either. The intensity of the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever felt before.

Unfortunately, she had been right. The thought of how naughty he was being, the sight of his naked little sister with his cock disappearing into her mouth, and the sheer pleasure of the act were too much for him. In less than a minute, he felt the pressure rising.

"I'm going to cum," he warned her. He expected her to pull back and just jack him off the rest of the way, but instead she kept her lips wrapped around his dick. He had been joking about her liking the taste, but as he watched her suck away on his dick awaiting his oncoming climax, he wondered if maybe it were true.

His cock lurched and the first load spurted from the tip. To his surprise, he felt Melinda's mouth contract and he realized she really was swallowing it. The second load came, and she swallowed again. She gulped down the third, the fourth, the fifth. Everything he gave her, she drank down without complaint.

Finally when the spasms ended and his dick began to go soft, she let it slip from her mouth. Trevor lay there panting on the couch, basking in the afterglow and the memory of what had just happened.

"See?" he said once he got his breath back. "You swallowed the whole thing, just like I said."

"Yeah, but it wasn't because I liked the taste," she replied. "Could you imagine what Mom and Dad would think if they saw that kind of stain on the couch? I had no choice but to swallow it."

"You just keep telling yourself that," he smirked.


2011-03-27 20:58:25
Great story. i wish i could see what Melinda was thinking or you should make a follow up of Melinda's journal entries cause i wish i knew what she was thinking


2011-03-27 20:58:09
Great story. i wish i could see what Melinda was thinking or you should make a follow up of Melinda's journal entries cause i wish i knew what she was thinking

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2011-03-03 17:15:08
Meh, in my opinion I don't think it was as good as the others... Haha just kidding I really liked it, I got to get my sis to do that to me. Then again my dick probably wouldn't fit In a 15 year olds mouth 0.0 haha. Anyway good story let's see what happens on Tuesday ;).

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2011-03-03 17:14:46
Meh, in my opinion I don't think it was as good as the others... Haha just kidding I really liked it, I got to get my sis to do that to me. Then again my dick probably wouldn't fit In a 15 year olds mouth >.< haha. Anyway good story let's see what happens on Tuesday ;).

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2011-03-03 17:13:45
Meh, in my opinion I don't think it was as good as the others... Haha just kidding I really liked it, I got to get my sis to do that to me. Then again my dick probably wouldn't fit In a 15 year olds mouth >.< haha. Anyway good story let's see what happens on Tuesday ;).

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