[striker3]

I had always thought her sister was attractive. She was only a year older but seemingly much more mature and, of course, sexy. They live only just up the street so I knew it wouldn’t be long. While I waited eagerly for her arrival, her younger sister coaxed me to begin eating my “soggy sandwich”, as she called it.

“I shouldn’t even have to convince you,” she complained impatiently. “That wasn’t part of the bet.”

“I know, it’s just…” I stammered. The thought really had seemed invigorating at first, but now that the time came to consume my own cum, I wasn’t so sure I wanted the taste in my mouth.

She raised an eyebrow.

“It’s just a little gross,” I finished.

“Well good,” she stated plainly. “I want you to be grossed out. I want you to feel uncomfortable. In fact, I want to humiliate you.”

As if to signal the end of her speech, the doorbell rang.

“Come in, Kyla!” she called down the stairs. In walked a short, curvy brunette with a very pretty face. Her cheeks were red as she smiled and gave a wistful wave; she skipped up to the kitchen giddily.

Stopping abruptly in the doorway, her hand shot to her face in shock, concealing the ever-growing smile that had so quickly formed. “Emma, is that…” she trailed off inaudibly. Emma nodded, now smiling too. In unison, the girls laughed. I sat in the kitchen chair in the middle of the room, naked, with the soggy sandwich on a plate in my lap.

“Well what are you waiting for?” chuckled Kyla, looking in my direction. I had never seen this side of her. “Don’t you have to do whatever she says?” as she gestured to Emma.

“Yeah, he does,” confirmed Emma. “So eat up, boy.”

Sensing the sudden seriousness in her voice, I conceded that I would indeed have to eat the bread. I took a deep breath and bit into the now creamy rye. My first reaction was to gag, but once the initial horridness subsided, I began to somewhat enjoy the salty taste. The girls began to cheer me on and within a few minutes, the task was complete. It wasn’t so bad after all. And as the girls so kindly pointed out, the event left me noticeably aroused.

“What should we do with him next?” asked Kyla in a half-whisper.

“Oh I have plenty of ideas,” said Emma slyly. “I need your help for this next one.” Then she looked at me. “You’d better get your shoes on. No socks, though.”

I walked down the stairs to grab my shoes while the sisters disappeared down a hallway, speaking hurriedly to one another. When they emerged, I stood at the foot of the stairs, penis now hanging limply in plain view.

“What happened?” demanded Emma, referring to my loss of stimulation.

I shrugged timidly.

Emma glanced at her older sister. “Would you mind?” she sighed, faking impatience. Then they giggled.

“I’d be honored to,” said Kyla, still laughing.

I remained motionless while she walked down the steps and right past me. I turned my head just in time to see her reach down from behind and explore me with her fingers. She placed her left hand gingery on my shoulder, rotating my head back towards Emma, who was still at the top of the stairs. Meanwhile, her right hand ventured deeper into the crevasse of my backside. Her touch was cold at first, but then warm and tingly. As anticipated, my penis did rise, and as soon as it reached full height, Emma snapped her fingers, hopped down the stairs, and the sensation stopped. Kyla instantly removed her hands from my body.

“That was fun,” Kyla laughed. “I didn’t know he was gay.”

“Well he does like cum,” inputted Emma.

“I’m… uh… not,” I stammered, suddenly compelled to stare at the floor. They only laughed more at this remark, and Emma, leading the way, brought us out the backdoor and into the yard. Did I mention there are no fences in our neighborhood?

As directed by Emma, I stood in the centre of my backyard while she and Kyla sat on the grass against the back of my house. My hands were covering as much as possible. I could see my next-door neighbor in her window. She looked to be busy with something on the sill – hopefully too busy to look my way, or worse, come outside.

“Here’s the deal,” said Emma. “I want you to stand there with your hands on your hips for anyone nearby to get a good view.” I removed my hands from my crotch and placed them on my hips, revealing my thickened, pulsating penis. “Good,” she approved. “Now we’ll play a little game. I’m going to ask you questions and you have to answer them. You think you can manage that?”

I shrugged, but then nodded slowly, a little confused.

“Oh and also,” began Emma, “you need to yell your answers. If you don’t yell loud enough, we’ll punish you until you do.”

“What’s ‘loud enough’?” I asked.

“We’ll decide,” laughed Emma.

“And you have to be truthful,” interjected Kyla. “No lying or we’ll make you pay.”

“Alright then,” said Emma. “Let’s get started.”