When My Sister Came to Visit
 

Hey everyone. This is my first story on GetDare (long time reader, first time writer, you know the drill), so my apologies if it isn't up to snuff. :p Also, be forewarned that the first few posts in this story will be rather introductory, and just set the scene for what's to come -- so bear with me!

Prologue

My sister Elsie and I were never especially close. She had her friends and I had mine, and save for the occasional family trip we never really had to interact. Sure, we lived in the same house, but really, we lived in different worlds...her, the social butterfly, me, just some nerdy guy. That all changed one summer.

My name is Ted. I’m a 21-year-old college student and three years older than my only sibling, Elsie. She’s 18, and just finished 12th grade. I’d lost most of my contact with her when I went off to college, and so it came as a bit of surprise when I received her email the week before finals:

Hey Ted, it’s your favorite sister, Elsie. Listen, I’ll be coming up to Cambridge in a few weeks to try to find somewhere to live next year (since I’ll be going to college...I know, I can’t believe it either) and Mom suggested I crash at your place. Is that okay?

Of course it was okay. Family has to stick together, and entertaining my sister wouldn’t be especially difficult. I’d just have to keep my swathes of girlfriends away from the apartment while she was there...alright, you can probably sense that I’m kidding. To be completely honest, I haven’t had a single girlfriend since 11th grade, when I dated some girl for about a week (it was a mistake, I assure you). It’d be a change to have a female to strut around with...even if that female was my sister. At the very least, it would probably increase my reputation on the campus from typical nerd to typical nerd with benefits.

I typed back an enthusiastic reply, and we sorted out the logistics of it all -- I would pick her up at the airport immediately after my CS exam on Friday, drop her off at my apartment, head back to the campus to take my final final exam (bizarrely in Playwriting...don’t ask how I got tricked into it), then head back to the apartment and catch up with her over a few drinks. She would stay for a week, then fly back home, ideally with me tagging along so as to kill two birds with one stone -- my parents had been nagging me for a summer visit.

~~ // ~~

I stood, waiting patiently, at Baggage Carousel #2. And right on schedule, Elsie emerged from within a mass of unruly travelers...and wow, had she changed. The girl who I once remembered as a slightly plump, acne-prone preteen had transformed into, quite frankly, a beautiful girl. Her silky brown hair reached down to her shoulders and two fairly sizeable breasts protruded from her slim, slightly tanned figure.

She embraced me with a hug. “Ted, I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too, Elsie,” I said, still surprised at her sudden acquisition of attractiveness.

She held the embrace for a moment more. “It’s so good to finally be out and about...it was getting lonely just me and mom and dad back at home.”

I’m sure it was. They’re great folks, our parents, but have a tendency to be rather nosy, especially when it comes to personal matters. Rest assured, the sex talk wasn’t pleasant.

Elsie walked over to the baggage carousel and grabbed a small rolling cherry-red suitcase. “Hey, I can get that for you,” I said, running over and taking it out of her hands.

She grinned, apparently appreciating the gesture. “Thanks, Ted. So how far away is your apartment?”

“Oh, about half an hour. I think you’ll like the apartment -- although you’ll have to sleep on the couch.” It was only a one bedroom apartment, since I’d obviously never thought about “entertaining guests” there before, if you know what I mean.

“That’s okay, I’m used to the star treatment,” she said, still smiling as we got into my Prius.

I used the thirty minute drive to get caught up on home life -- how our parents were doing, how she was doing, how the town was doing...it was, while informative, all rather monotonous, so I was glad to finally arrive.

“And here we are, madam,” I said, bowing as I opened her car door. “My apartment building.” It was a sarcastic bow, since I lived in a -- while not outright impoverished -- still rather run-down part of town.

“How gorgeous. And I suppose you have the penthouse suite?”

“I’m afraid the eleventh floor will have to do.”

We got into the elevator and rode up to my apartment. When we got there, Elsie seemed surprised -- and rightly so. In such a drab building, one wouldn’t expect the vibe I’d created... mood lighting, surround sound, couches, a plush carpet...

Her next question was one I expected: “Ted, if your apartment is so fancy, why is it in such a shitty neighborhood?”

My answer was ready as well: “Because that’s the only way I could pay for all of this stuff.”

She laughed at this, and I looked at my watch. “Sorry, sis, I’ve got to go take my exam -- I’ll be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home, ‘kay?”

She nodded and set about exploring the place. “I’ll see you at 7!”

interesting start... keep it up

I like the set up, keep it flowing along. Looking forward to see where you are going with this.

What a Bottle of Champagne Can Do
 

Thanks for the feedback! Here's the second part of the story.

I’m pretty sure I aced the exam. At least, that’s what it felt like, dancing and singing up on stage with a bunch of crazed drama nerds. But it was over, that was what mattered. And now summer could officially begin.

~~ // ~~

I walked into my apartment with a bottle of champagne (2012 vintage, but who’s counting) and immediately took off my shoes. “Elsie?”

“I’ll be right there,” she yelled, poking her head out from the bathroom.

“I see you found the bathroom, huh?” I said, keeping my voice level as I let it sink that, yes, there was a girl, naked, in my bathroom.

She poked her head out once more, with a towel wrapped around her body. I couldn’t help but notice the tops of her breasts poking out from underneath the white towel. Noticing me staring, Elsie laughed: “Oh, you saw these little guys?”

I blushed, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re only being human,” she said, much to my relief. But then she looked down at my crotch area, and I realized to my horror that I’d begun to sport a bit of an erection. She just laughed again and closed the bathroom door.

Sighing, I realized that I’d have to get myself under control. What was the matter with me, anyways? She was my sister, for goodness sakes. It was just breasts. Thankfully my hard-on had died down by the time Elsie came out of the shower, wearing a plain, unrevealing white nightgown.

“Hey, we’re family, so I figured, ‘why would I have to dress up for you?’” she said. “Plus, maybe this will stop you from staring so much.” I blushed again.

“No, it’s not like that, Elsie...it’s just...you’re a very pretty girl,” I stammered, not really thinking about what I was saying.

I of course immediately regretted what I’d said. However, not exhibiting any observable reply, Elsie walked over to the kitchen area, proceeded to get two glasses from one of the cupboards, grabbed the bottle of champagne, and...fiddled with it. I cracked a grin. “Need some help with that?”

“I’m just eighteen. I haven’t really become acquainted with the bottle opener yet,” she said, blushing.

~~ // ~~

Three hours later and mildly drunk, I had completely forgotten about our earlier awkwardness surrounding the shower incident, and I thought she had too as we laughed and joked about our parents, school, and life in general.

I’d never had so much fun, to be honest. College had been getting to me, and I was glad to just relax. As midnight came and went, Elsie posed an innocuous question:

“Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

I don’t know how drunk I was (or she, for that matter), but I didn’t hesitate. The word “incest” never even crossed my mind as I said, “Sure.” Why not? It was just an innocent little game. I might as well humor her.

Elsie grinned. “I can’t believe you just said you’d play Truth or Dare with your little sister, Ted... that’s BAD.”

She was obviously not as drunk as me, then. I could fix that, though, I thought to myself. I replied, “It’s just a game. We’re adults, Elsie. It’s not like anything bad’s going to happen.”

By this time, we’d moved into the living area and were both sitting on the floor. “I know, Ted, but still … we’ll need to set some ground rules.”

“Sure, Elsie.” The last in the world I wanted to do was hurt my little sister...even if I was getting a bit horny about the night’s prospects.

“Nothing public, nothing permanent, and nothing illegal. Plus we can stop when we want to.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said, eager to get on with the game.

“I’ll go first,” she said. “After all, I am the guest.” I couldn’t argue with that. “So, Ted, truth or dare?”

“I’ll take your worst truth, thank you very much,” was my bold (and drunken) reply.

“Hmm... What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone in a relationship? Have you ever, you know, fucked anyone?”

Embarrassed to be discussing this with my sister, I fiddled with the carpet shag. Of course I hadn’t. The furthest I’d gone was just kissing a girl more than 3 years ago. Since then, sure, I’d done some ogling...but...that was ogling. Oh, what the hell. “No, I’ve never fucked anybody. You know about me and my non-relationships.”

She laughed. “So you mean college didn’t suddenly get you a bunch of girls?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Only in my fantasies, sis. So -- your turn -- truth or dare?”

“Getting right to business are we? Okay, uh, I choose dare.”

I sat, contemplating the possibilities. I had my gorgeous eighteen year old sister, sitting on the floor of my apartment, playing Truth or Dare, and willing to do just about anything I told her to. It was better than porn, that was for sure. “Okay, Elsie, I dare you to --”

“Hey, wait a second,” she said. I was annoyed at the interruption. She continued, “Let’s make a new rule. Every dare has to be harder than the last...so we start out with easy dares, then move on to harder and harder ones. Get it? That’ll keep the game going on longer.”

I couldn’t argue with the logic of her idea, so I had to agree. “Well in that case, Elsie, your dare is...”

keep it going it is so good

Amazing
 

Fantastic story - interesting and grabbing! Not too descriptive that it gets boring, but your really set the scene!

Can't wait to read more!

Utter Lameness and Surprises
 

And here's the next segment, in which things start to heat up (a bit). Once again, I appreciate any and all feedback!

“Well in that case, Elsie, your dare is to kiss the floor,” I said, realizing the utter lameness of my dare right after saying it.

“Ted, I said to start off with easy dares, but I didn’t mean that easy! I want to have some fun tonight, and we’ll never get there with you acting like such a wuss.”

Fun? What exactly did she have in mind? I guess I’d just have to wait and see -- as you can tell, I didn’t exactly have much experience in the Truth or Dare department, aside from watching some utterly staged videos on Dailymotion (you know, the ones with those balloons). “Okay, sis, how about you give me a dare then?”

She sighed. “I want to get dared to do some stuff too, you know...but okay, fine, just to get you warmed up... I dare you to take off your shirt. See, that’s a good dare -- the proper blend of sexuality and manliness, embarrassment and pride --”

“Okay, I get your point,” I said, laughing. I wasn’t too worried. I worked out fairly regularly, and had a good 6-pack. Having removed the shirt with much aplomb (Elsie seemed impressed, at least), I shivered. “Hey, Elsie, I dare you to turn down the thermostat.” She broke her stare from my chest and stood up.

“Where’s the thermostat?” she asked. I pointed towards the front entrance. As she walked to the entrance and then messed around with the thermostat, I got an unexpected view of her ass, which seemed to be tighter than I remembered. Maybe I wasn’t the only one working out...

“Hey, Ted, you going to ask me a dare or not? That thermostat one sooooo doesn’t count.”

I was jerked out of my fantasies of my sister exercising, but not completely jerked out of them -- so I said the first thing that came to mind. “Elsie, I dare you to fondle your breasts in front of me.”

She clearly hadn’t expected this from her “oh so righteous” brother, and her face showed it. Frankly, I hadn’t expected it either. But she recovered from the initial shock soon enough.

“Feeling a little frisky tonight are you, brother?” she said, smiling evilly. “Okay, I’ll do it. But once I do this, you can’t back out of the game without doing something equally bad.”

I wondered what “equally bad” meant for a guy, but agreed anyhow. So, sitting on the floor about 3 feet away from me, Elsie ran her hands up her chest. She placed one hand over each breast, each of which was seeming larger by the second. Tentatively, she softly squoze them, looking into my eyes as she did it. “Enjoying this, brother?” she asked teasingly. I just sighed softly, my eyes glued to the pair of bulbous performers in front of me.

She continued fondling them through her nightgown for what felt like a small eternity, running her hands across them, making progressively smaller and smaller circles. Then, when I think she had gotten fairly turned on herself, Elsie reached her hands under her nightgown, making two more bulges appear. The bulges merged, though, as she started kneading her breasts from underneath her nightgown.

This was too much, and I felt my member begin to quiver. Dammit, not now, I thought, worried that I would disrupt her performance. But it was out of my control, and by the time she’d finished her performance, I had quite the lump in my pants.

A bit out of breath, face red, Elsie smiled. “Think I did a good job, Ted?”

“Of course you did a good job. A very good job. You were absolutely beaut-”

“That’s enough, save the praise for later. Truth or dare?”

I considered the possibilities. If I chose dare, she’d probably try to exploit the bulge in my pants. Truth, though, and she’d be likely to bring up my lack of experience with all things sex once more. “Dare,” I said, boldly.

Elsie grinned, as if this was what she’d been planning. “Well... you know I’m not the nerd like you. I’ve seen penises before. But I’d like to see more of one that’s...in the family, if you know what I mean.” I sucked in my breath. She didn’t expect me to reveal myself so quickly into the game, did she? “So lose the pants. And remember, you can’t say no, since I did the fondling for you.”

I reluctantly stood up and pulled off my pair of jeans, revealing some plain plaid boxers. It wasn’t the boxers that had Elsie starting, however. “Damn, Ted, I didn’t know you got so turned on by your sister.”

I blushed, and, eager to move the game along, said, “Truth or dare?”

Elsie looked at me seductively, then glanced down at my crotch again to see if she’d gotten any reaction (spoiler: she had). “I’ll choose truth, if only to keep you on your toes,” she said.

Groaning, I tried to think of a truth. I’d been all ready with a really killer dare... but oh well. I decided to bounce her earlier question back to her. “So, Elsie, what’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?”

She blushed like I had when I was forced to answer the same question earlier, but I suspected her blush was for a different reason. My suspicions were confirmed when she replied, “I fucked my boyfriend three weeks ago.”

I hadn’t been expecting that, and she didn’t seem to want to go into detail when I tried prying for more information. So I let it drop (but my erection sure didn’t drop -- and yes, that pun was intended).

“Ted, truth or dare? And if you choose truth then you’ll be the biggest baby out there.”

I sighed. Elsie had a way of controlling you without actually controlling you. “Fine...dare. But first let me go to the bathroom,” I said. She looked down at my boxers once again, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled at me.

“Your dare is to let me come with you.”

I looked at her face, but her expression was impossible to read. I wasn’t crazy about having my sister watch me...you know, but I couldn’t figure out a way to get out of it. “Okay.”

She stood up, gave her breasts a little squeeze (an appropriate rush of blood to my dick followed), and walked after me to the bathroom.

My bathroom was quite nice, with a marble floor and sink, as well as a spacious tub and shower. But the room itself wasn’t especially large, so I stood there, dick protruding from my boxers, cramped in the bathroom with my sister. She pulled the door shut, and looked at me expectantly. “Sooo?”

I looked at her in the eyes. “Listen, Elsie, you know this is wrong. This is private.”

She nodded. “I know, Ted. But I want to play this. As you said, it’s just a game.”

“You’re right,” I said. “It’s just a game. But if I do this -- then you can’t just wimp out without doing something equal, you know.”

She nodded again. “Of course Ted, and maybe you’ll get to see these little friends in person,” she grinned, running her hands up her chest once more.

This was all I needed to put me over the edge. I reached down into my boxers...

Pretty good wo far. But things seem to get serious now ;)

Please continue.:)

really good story and language :P

Let the Games (Really) Begin
 

Wow, writing this is addicting. :) I'll continue if you all would like...

I reached down into my boxers and my right hand made contact with my fairly erect member. It wasn’t especially large (just five and a half inches or so at full mast), but I was rather proud of it, in my own stubborn way. However, it’s one thing to be proud in private, and another to be proud in public.

So I kept my hand in my boxers, stroking myself, trying to bring myself to orgasm and just get the stupid bathroom thing over with. Something about the whole scenario just seemed wrong... me and my sister in the bathroom, alone together, late at night...

Of course Elsie would have have none of that. “It’s a dare, Ted -- come on. Don’t be a baby. When we were kids, I saw your penis plenty. Take off the boxers.” But that was when we were kids, I wanted to argue. I began to regret ever agreeing to play Truth or Dare with her in the first place... it was probably illegal anyways.

But my dick didn’t like that held-back attitude, and neither did Elsie. As I felt finally myself beginning to come, Elsie, in a bold and completely unexpectedly move, suddenly reached over and yanked down my boxers. She stared, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape, as my dick quivered in place, spraying a small stream of thick, creamy come out onto the tile bathroom floor.

The two seconds of bliss that I was supposed to be enjoying felt like three hours of torture. Instead of feeling relieved at having finally “finished my business in the bathroom,” I was simply appalled that Elsie had...well...done what she did. Going from kissing a girl in high school to having your sister rip off your boxers and watch you come didn’t seem like quite the career track I wanted.

When the deed was done and I was able to think clearly, I looked up at Elsie. She looked at me, smiling.

“That was really hot, Ted.”

How was I supposed to reply to that? “Oh, thanks, yeah, I love jacking off for my sister”? It seemed like whatever I would say would either paint me as a 1) weirdo, 2) incestuous pedophile, or 3) dumb, sex-obsessed guy. So I decided to keep my mouth shut for once (I wasn’t going to make the “you’re pretty” mistake again), put my boxers back on, and busied myself tidying up the bathroom. Elsie stood, watching my every move.

“I said that was really hot, Ted. That was a compliment.”

“Ermm, thanks. Yeah, thanks. Totally did that out of my own free will and everything,” I said, not meeting her eyes.

“Come on, Ted! Listen, we’re just having some brother-sister fun, I swear...you said it yourself that college was getting to you. Let’s just relax tonight, and let what happens happen...I don’t want you to be worried, but I do want to have a good time.”

I hung a towel back up on the rack and looked at Elsie. As much as I knew I would probably hate myself for doing it, I just couldn’t pass her up -- she looked sexier than ever once again. Even in the white flannel nightgown.

“So, Ted, what do you say? One night? We just forget everything and just have fun?”

I sighed. “Sure.”

She grinned at me, and I saw the twinkle in her eye. “Thanks, Ted; you won’t regret it. It’s your turn to truth or dare me.” We walked back into the living room area and resumed our positions on the floor as I contemplated what her dare should be.

“Elsie, I dare you to take off your nightgown,” I said, confident that if she really meant what she’d said, there was no need to waste time.

“I’ll do more than just take it off, Teddy,” she said, her eyes looking directly at mine. Not breaking eye contact, she reached down to the bottom of her nightgown, grasping the ruffle at the bottom. Teasingly giving it a slight shake, Elsie stood up, and I took advantage of the moment and got a brief tantalizing look from below at her shaved, lightly tanned thighs.

She brushed her hair back from her face, then reached her hands up into the air, stretching and bending backwards slightly. “You deserve a show,” she whispered. I could only nod and smile at her, a smile that I prayed looked encouraging and not ephebophilic. Apparently it did the trick, for she turned to give me a view of her profile. She stood there for a moment, her silky brown hair glowing and illuminated in the light of a nearby lamp, her body practically defining the very concept of beauty. A few stray strands of hair lay on her covered breasts, and she brushed them away, still looking at me the entire time.

“Ready, Ted?” She turned away from me and slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, revealing a girl that I wouldn’t have recognized, her hair reaching down in between two shoulder blades that pierced the air, a light brown birthmark in the small of her back, with two voluptuous, soft buttocks covered only by a suspiciously moist cherry red pair of panties. Once she pulled the nightgown completely off, she flung it to the ground and reached down and gently squoze her buttocks.

Unable to resist, I began lightly stroking my dick through my boxers.

Still squeezing her buttocks, Elsie whispered, “Want me to turn around, Teddy-boy?” She was exploiting her sexuality and I knew it, but I replied anyway, “Please, Elsie.”

She laughed a laugh that I knew could mean only one thing: I was going to have to fight to see her.

“Oh, Ted, do you really want me to turn around?”

“Yes,” I said, stifling an involuntary moan as my dick continued to harden in my boxers.

“That much, Ted?”

“Yes, Elsie. That much for you, Elsie.” She began to turn towards me, and I continued, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” This time, she didn’t stop me from finishing the compliment.

don't get to distracted by the sexual part of the tale and forget the game...

Never fear, Archie. ;)

great story so far we want more

It's great so far, can't wait for more!

so good this is my favourite story on here