[MisterWhiskers]

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...”