[Trucker28]

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My Sister’s Dare with Consequences

“THAT FUCKING SLUT!” my sister, Sara, shouted from the living room.

I was shocked to hear her cuss like that. She was always a little prude. I mean an occasional “crap” here or “darnit” there, maybe a “fricken” if she knew our parents were not around. I had never heard my younger sister talk like this. I did all the time. And got in trouble for it more often than not.

She obviously didn’t know I was home and our parents wouldn’t be home for at least 3 hours. My soccer practice had been canceled due to a sick coach and I had come in through the back door leaving my bike on the patio. I had been heading to the fridge for a can of Mt. Dew when I had heard her yell. I turned the corner; she was standing with her back to me in front of the couch. Staring at her phone which seemed to be causing the commotion and consuming her attention. She was wearing the tiny little jean shorts that most all girls are wearing these days. Her brown wavy hair stopping right at her shoulders of a black tank to with a red one underneath.
We get along fairly well for siblings. I know a lot of my friends that act like, and tell anyone who will listen, they hate the siblings but we were usually fine. I did like to push her buttons, getting her upset by teasing her or just giving her shit about being such baby or the crappy boy band music she listened to. One thing I was really good at was taking things away from her.
She literally had the worse reflexes in the world.

I took three stealthy steps across our worn beige carpet, thankful that my parents still didn’t have the money for the fake wood floor my mom so desperately wanted. I then expertly snatched her phone from her little fingers that were left grasping at the air where her phone had been.

“SHIT! BRANDON! GIVE ME THAT BACK!” she screeched.

“Wow such language from a little girl.”

“Give it now!”

I held it out, the whipped it away as she tried to reach for it.

I finally turned away from her and looked down at the screen. “Oh my God, you’re looking a porn!” I said with a laugh.

“It’s not porn,” this came out as more of an embarrassed whisper.

This looked like porn to me. The picture was taken from the guy’s point of view. Down his stomach to his, not very large, dick that was being held in a young girls fist. Really not much than his pink head was poking out her hand. White globs of cum pooled on her fist and dribbled down her knuckles.
The girl, straddling his legs, was wearing white cotton panties only visible on either side of the hand job going on in the foreground. She a had very light skinned stomach that stretched up to two perfect pink nipples that reminded me of bubblegum. There were only a small hint of a shadow underneath each giving them the look of just beyond completely flat chested. She was young, maybe my sister’s age. Unfortunately the picture stopped at the shoulders showing blonde straight hair just behind the bare shoulders.

“This is porn,” I claimed holding the phone out for her to see it.

“But it’s not mine, someone sent it to me.”

I clicked the back to leave the full screen picture and found the original message it came from.

“Why is Emma sending you porn?” I emphasized porn by drawing out the word.

Emma was Sara’s best friend and really cute. They had been friends since kindergarten and spent more time with each other than their own families. For the past few years they had been taking dance and gymnastics classes together and both were quite good. I kind of thought of her as a goody-goody too and was shocked she would send internet porn to my sister.

“It’s not what you think,” she was back to an embarrassed whisper.

“What would Mom and Dad think?”

“Oh no you can’t let them see that,” she begged.

“Then tell me what this is!”

Her cheeks were already pink, but now her whole face began to turn red. Her crystal blue eyes began to water.

“It will be ok, just explain it to me. I won’t tell anyone,” I said as calmly as I could.

“Fine,” she looked down at her feet. I wasn’t sure if she was preparing a story or working up her courage to tell the truth. “Emma and I made a bet…” she trailed off for a second, “neither one of us has ever really seen or touched one…you know. So the first one who did and could prove it would win.” She continued to stare at her feet.

I didn’t think that was the kind of lie she would make up. Did girls make these kind of bets? It sounded like some bet creepy high school boys would do. Like my friends, I could easily see them making a bet about touching some girls boobs or getting our fingers wet.

I looked at the picture again, “How do you even know that is her?” I questioned, “I’m sure she found it online just to fuck with you.”

“It’s her,” she stated as a matter-of-fact finally looking up at me.

I waited for her to explain.

“I recognize her room.”

I hadn’t looked at anything but the people. Guys right. The walls were a light yellow. To the left of her gorgeous body was a messy dresser covered in makeup and hair care products. On the back of the dresser a mirror reflected some boy band posters from a different wall. To the left of her was a window with white blinds.

“Also she is wearing the bracelet I made for her last summer.” My Sara was really into these braided friendship bracelets, I was not surprised she could recognize a pattern she made. Again the stroking hand was sporting a pink and yellow band.

“I’ve also seen her naked before and those look like her boobs.” I had to take her word for it but I did have to check them out again. Girls are so lucky! They get to check out each other’s tits whenever they want.

“So,” I paused, “what does the loser have to do?” Some of the redness had left her cheeks but now it returned.

“Uhh…” she stammered “It was just who could do it.” I suspected a lie who bets without consequences. But I didn’t push it.

“So, she just gets to rub your face in it?” I asked.
Her eyes seen to widen then, as if on cue, her phone gave a slight vibration. Emma texted. I was more shocked than before.

-You got an hour or else its your T in my V!-