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I Dare You - Incest/Taboo -

I Dare You

Brandon Sarah's childhood game crosses the line.

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I Dare You

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Thanks to Tex Beethoven for his editing.

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All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.

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A note from Nikki

This is the 100th story I've posted under my nikki_2021 account at Literotica. It seemed fitting that it be within the incest/taboo category given that's where a lot of my work has been. It all seemed right that it be a nice, long tale with plenty of build up. I know some people will be annoyed by the length, but hopefully those of you who enjoy a nice long build will take plenty of pleasure for it.

Thanks to everyone who has commented on my stories over the years, its always nice to receive feedback, especially the positive ones. Even the negative feedback can sometimes help me with direction for future stories (though to be honest, a lot of it just makes the commentor look like a bit of a dick haha).

Anyway, I'm sure you'd rather read the actual story, so thanks again.

Licks and kisses,

nikki

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When I was twelve, my older brother introduced me to a game. He called it the peg game. It was pretty simple. He'd take one of Mum's old wooden clothes pegs and clip it somewhere on my clothing. Then he'd see how long it would take for me to find it. It used to shit me no end. He took so much pleasure in telling me how insufferably long it had taken for me to realise the peg had been clipped there. It would be pegged to the back of my t-shirt, or to the hem of my school skirt, or sometimes even on my skirt directly behind my butt so I'd find it as soon as I sat down. Those placements pissed me off more than any of the others.

He was three years older than I was and a sly bastard. He was too good at it. It was just one of many ways in which he used to torment me.

There was only one way to fight back: I started doing it back to him. I thought once I did, he'd see how annoying it was and stop, but instead it just encouraged him. I was surprised, though. I started to enjoy the game. Sometimes he'd see how many pegs he could hang on my clothes before I noticed any of them and then I'd do the same to him. It started to drive our parents mad as well.

For some reason, unlike a lot of other things we got up to as kids, that game endured. It evolved, but it endured.

In the end, it came down to one peg. When Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone first came out, Brandon took a wooden peg and painted it gold. He called it the snitch, and that became the only peg that mattered. We became warier of each other, of course; and as time passed, it became more and more difficult for us to catch each other off guard.

One day, long after it had become incredibly tricky to catch each other out, Brandon introduced a new wrinkle.

"How about we make this game more interesting, Sarah?"

I was immediately suspicious.

"What do you mean, interesting?"

"How about each time one of us manages to peg one another, the person that's been pegged has to do something for the other?"

"Like what?" I asked. By this time Brandon was seventeen and I was fourteen. We got along well enough, but that didn't mean I trusted him. He could still be mean to me, especially when his guy friends were around.

"Like, do one of the other person's chores or something."

I gave it some thought. The way we now played the game it went back and forth, so every time I pegged him, he'd have to do a chore for me. It might take me longer to catch him unaware, but at least he wouldn't ever be able to like double up on me and have me doing his chores at a rate faster than I could have him doing mine. So I agreed.

We kept playing the game like that for a couple of years. Sometimes it would take me a couple of weeks to find an opportunity to peg him. It never took him that long, but it wasn't uncommon for it to take him a week.

When Brandon finished high school it slowed down, because we didn't see each other as often. It never quite stopped, though.

It was about a month after my eighteenth birthday that things took a different turn.

I found the peg attached to the back of my pants leg, just within the fold of the knee. Brandon had been at dinner and had dropped something under the table. I'd been suspicious and avoided him while he was down there, but he must have caught me afterwards. I'd thought he had soccer training, so I didn't think he would be at dinner or I'd have worn my compression tights. I found they were the ideal thing to wear around him, because there was almost no way for him to clip the peg on without my feeling him doing it.

I went up to his room when I found it.

"Okay Brandon, you got me. What chore do I have to do for you?" I said, leaning against the frame of his doorway.

"You know, I don't think chores really work for us anymore. I mean think about it, do you even really do any chores around the house?"

"Well, we often have to do the dishes," I replied.

"Yeah but like, I dunno, it's not the same. I still like the thrill of the chase and catching you out, but it seems like it would be better if there were something like... I dunno, a different consequence for getting caught."

"Like what?" I asked, knowing he must have already given this some thought, so there could easily be a trap somewhere if I wasn't careful.

"Like a dare," he replied.

"Sounds interesting." I gave it some thought. It was a lot more open-ended than doing a chore, but it was kind of exciting. "Okay, but there have to be some rules."

"Sure, anything you want that makes sense."

"Well, we have to have the right to refuse if it's too crazy or something."

"Sounds reasonable."

"And like nothing illegal."

"Sounds fair. Anything else?"

"If I think of it along the way I'll let you know. Because like, I can't be expected to think of everything immediately, right?"

"Right. So since you've got the peg right now, you get to issue the first dare. If you can manage to peg me, of course."

"I'll get you sometime," I promised him.

I started trying to think of what I'd dare him to do. In the end I turned to Google as a source for good dares.

It took me another week before I managed to peg him. He was watching television on the couch, and I managed to sneak in behind him, commando crawling across the floor so he wouldn't see my reflection in the screen or the window (you have to start thinking of these details when your games get serious). His arm was hanging over the armrest, and I managed to reach up from the floor and fasten it to the cuff of his sleeve. I didn't celebrate or gloat though, because I'd learnt a long time ago that it was much better when at first the other person didn't know you'd pegged them. It meant there was a good chance you could use the same technique again. Never give away the secret to your success!

"Aww crap!" I heard him say from where I'd been lurking in the kitchen since clipping him with the peg. He came looking for me." Alright, what's the dare?" he asked when he found me.

"I dare you to do the cinnamon challenge," I told him smugly.

"The what?"

I explained to him what the challenge was, and he agreed to do it. We had to go to the store to buy enough cinnamon, but by God it was funny seeing him try!

"Not a bad dare, Sis," he admitted to me when he'd eventually recovered from the coughing and burning that had resulted from his trying to ingest so much unadulterated cinnamon.

He got me two weeks later, managing to attach the peg to the hem of my netball skirt while I was chatting to some friends after my game. It wasn't unusual for him to be there to watch, and even though he'd pegged me at a netball game before, this time I'd had a concentration lapse. He'd successfully pegged me fair and square, and I was dreading what he'd come up with. After all, he has a significantly more devious mind than I do. I doubted he'd be resorting to Google to find something to challenge me with.

"I dare you to run to the end of the street and back in just your swimsuit," he said smugly. Now that might not seem that outrageous, but it was winter. I accepted the dare, because it was in the spirit of our agreement, even though it would be fucking embarrassing if anyone saw me. How do you explain why you're running down your neighbourhood street in your swimsuit in the middle of winter? I mean the obvious explanation would be that you were given a dare, but it would still be embarrassing!

I took advantage of the lack of specificity in his dare, though. I put on my one-piece swimsuit and waited around until like midnight, to do the run when no one would see me. I was successful. I could tell he was disappointed, and from the calculating look on his face I knew he'd be more careful about loopholes in the future.

For the next couple of months, we continued to hunt each other down and put each other through silly dares. I pulled a number of them off the Internet, or responded in kind to something Brandon had dared me to do.

It didn't occur to me at the time, but more and more Brandon's dares seemed to focus on my doing things that revealed my body to him. It wasn't anything overt like I dare you to strip, but it did involve a lot of running around in my bathing suit, either in front of him, or once in front of one of his friends. He once even dared me to lie outside sunbathing in my bikini when he brought one of his football (soccer) friends over. I felt like a piece of meat, laying out on the lawn with the weak sun washing over my body. It didn't help that it wasn't even really warm yet. I mean I didn't even have a tan to show off at that time of year. Lucky I had a chance to apply a fake tan before I made good on the dare!

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I swore when I found the golden peg on the hem of my cheerleading skirt. How the hell had he managed to get it there? It turned out I'd come home and flopped on the couch watching television, and I hadn't even heard him come into the house. I must have dozed off.

"Oh, found that did you?" he asked me as he entered the living room from upstairs.

"Yes," I replied with a heavy sigh.

"Well, I dare you..." he paused well beyond a reasonable time.

"Oh come on, out with it!" I demanded.

"Okay, I dare you to put a thong on under your cheerleading skirt and wear it for the rest of the night. No covering up with track pants or anything, and you're not allowed to hide in your room, you have to hang in the living room until bedtime at eleven."

"What if I don't own a thong?"

"Oh come on, I've hung the washing out," he laughed.

"God, you perve!" I accused him

"So? Accepted?"

"Fine," I replied, thinking I'd have to be very careful about how I flopped about in front of the television. I headed up to my room and selected the most boring thong I could find: plain black cotton, but even so, my ass cheeks were totally uncovered. I changed into it and bent over experimentally to check myself out in the mirror, seeing how much latitude I had before my butt was exposed. It wasn't much. I returned to the living room and flopped on the couch, my hands pressing the centre of my skirt into my lap to prevent exposure.

Brandon sat down in the easy chair that was placed at ninety degrees to the couch and pretended to watch TV, but I knew he was being a complete perve and really just trying to peek up my skirt. It made me wonder how often he tried to look up my skirt normally. What a dirty shit head.

I became particularly conscious I was hanging around the house in my uniform with just a thong beneath my skirt once Mum and Dad came home, but fortunately neither of them seemed to take any notice. Eventually I forgot to worry about it though, and I laid down on the floor in the living room, facing the television while lying on my tummy, my chin resting on my hands with my elbows on the floor. It was quite common for me to flop on the floor like that, so I didn't register the fact that Brandon had taken up a position directly behind me on the couch. I think I'd probably been there for an hour before I realised I'd probably flashed him a view right up my skirt a dozen times while I watched the show.

"That was a good dare," he laughed when I realised and squealed at him. I stormed off to my room and plotted what I could do that might embarrass him just as much. I played with that shitty little golden peg for an hour trying to think of something to dare him to do, not to mention a clever way to peg him again.

It took me three weeks to do it that time, but I did finally manage to get him, attaching the peg to one of his shoelaces while he was distracted by the television. Shows with girls in bikinis were always good distractions where Brandon was concerned.

"Nice shoes, bro," I taunted him when he stood up to go and get a drink during a commercial break.

"Ahh crap," he laughed. "Okay, what's the dare?"

"You know those really thin track pants you have? The Nike ones?"

"Yeah."

"You have to wear them around the house for a full day without any underwear. And I get to pick the day. And you can't run off just because of what you're wearing."

"No problem at all," he replied and went to get his drink. His being so nonchalant about it drove me mad. Didn't he realise that if he wore them without underwear, they'd basically show off his cock? It would be just as obvious as if I walked around without my bra and only a thin t-shirt to cover myself. My DD tits would be bouncing everywhere. I plotted a little further. Maybe if there was someone else present to see him, it would be even more embarrassing. I decided Saturday would be perfect. I'd invite Becky over. She seemed weirdly attracted to my brother, so maybe if there was someone checking him out while he was swinging free in his light pants, he'd wish he weren't.

I set it up. Becky was more than happy to come over, and I knew Brandon's football game was on Sunday, so he'd be around the house resting up most of the day.

Because Brandon seemed to want to peek up my cheerleading skirt, I decided to tease him on Saturday just to see if I could get a reaction on the day. I dressed in a flirty little yellow and white floral dress with a thong underneath, and made sure he got a chance to peek under it a couple of times during the morning. He was wearing his track pants and a t-shirt. I kept a careful eye out for swinging action in his pants, or at least signs that he might be getting turned on.

That was the first time I had an inkling of why my brother might be so popular with the girls. I mean, he plays on the football team and he's not ugly, but sometimes I thought he was luckier with the ladies than he deserved. It seemed a huge schlong will also win you attention. Yep, that's right. All evidence pointed toward my brother being noticeably bigger than average. I started to regret having invited Becky over. I mean, he was my brother and I was impressed by what I was seeing, and I doubted he was even hard. It was like he had a salami hanging inside his pants!

Becky arrived wearing a pair of black athletic tights and a cropped t-shirt, looking as gorgeous as ever. She was half Chinese and half Anglo with the most delicious skin tone. Her body was tight, too.

"Oh, hey Brandon!" she called out happily when my brother strolled through the living room while we were in the kitchen getting drinks.

"Hey Becky," he replied with a grin. Then, rather than turn away like I thought he would to hide himself, he detoured into the kitchen to get a drink as well. He gave me a shit-eating smile and made out as if everything was normal, and the worst thing was that it was normal. I did notice how much he was checking out Becky's gorgeous little butt, though. Her tights were like, super tight. His admiring eyes led my gaze to her butt as well, and I realised she was totally posing for him!

"Becky!" I exclaimed. Brandon looked at me in shock, and Becky gave me a look of complete innocence that told me she totally knew exactly what she was doing. Brandon left us, and I dragged Becky up to my room.

"You're terrible!" I accused her.

"What? Your brother is a good-looking dude," she explained. "And I don't know if you noticed, but I think he totally wasn't wearing any underwear and um, well how can I say this without upsetting you? I can't, so okay, Sarah, the rumours are true. Your brother is hung."

"Ewwwww, Becky!!!!"

"Yeah, I know you don't want to hear it, but wow, I just wanted to grab hold of him through those pants. they looked like super thin, probably not muck thicker than a condom!"

"Enough!' I protested. I couldn't believe how much my plan had backfired on me. It was so unfair. I had to work pretty hard to keep Becky and Bandon apart from each other for the rest of the afternoon. Becky showed no signs of wanting to leave; she was constantly making trips to the kitchen and Brandon hung around like a bad smell.

My only satisfaction from the day was just as Becky was leaving. Mum had been out shopping. The three of us were in the kitchen, Becky and Brandon were flirting, and even I could see that he was growing in his pants. Mum walked in unexpectedly, and suddenly Brandon was trying to get the hell out of there, turning and twisting his body so he'd be facing away from Mum so his cock, which was clearly standing out against the thin fabric (I swear I could tell he was circumcised as he grew it was so thin) wouldn't be obvious to her. At last the dare was providing something close to the embarrassment I'd hoped for.

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I found the peg on one of my skirts a couple of weeks later, and I had to face up to Brandon to see what my next dare was going to be. I couldn't help but think about how sexualised it had become. Not to mention that over the weeks of waiting, I'd found myself checking out my brother's crotch more and more. I mean, how had I not noticed before? I'd heard the rumours, of course. People try not to talk about stuff like that around you, but you overhear things; I'd just never put much stock in it. But now that I had a better idea of what he was packing, the signs were all over the place.

"So Sarah, how're things?" Brandon asked me, standing casually at the entrance to my room.

"Fine," I replied tersely, wondering if he was going to tell me what the dare was, or just stand there and tease me.

"About that dare..." he paused, letting the moment hang.

"What about it?"

"Oh come on, don't be so sooky; I'll put you out of your misery. I dare you to send me a picture of yourself flashing your underwear."

"No way!"

"What do you mean no way? Do you concede defeat? Do I win the game?"

"Not even close," I protested. "I'm not going to send you a picture because then I'd lose control over where it goes. I'll flash you if you want, but the only record you'll have of it will be your own perverted memory."

I could see him thinking about it. "Okay, but if that's all I get, you have to flash me every day for a week," he countered.

"Four days," I offered.

"Fine," he agreed with a grin. "No time like the present, hey?"

"You do realise you're not right in the head, don't you?" I accused him, laughing. I stood up and pulled my t-shirt up to flash him my bra. It was a simple white cotton number, nothing exciting, but you wouldn't have thought that from the look on Brandon's face.

"Very nice," he purred. "And the panties?"

I unfastened my jeans, wiggled them down over my hips and pushed them down, making sure not to push my panties down as well. I pulled the navy-blue cotton bikini up into position and let him see the front, then turned around enough to show him my ass as well, then quickly pulled my jeans up and my shirt down.

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"You see me in my bikini all the time, so I don't get why this is such a big thing for you," I laughed at him as I sat back down in my desk chair.

"That's okay, you don't need to," he grinned. I couldn't help but glance down and notice things had happened in his pants. He left me alone, and I returned my attention to my homework. Well I tried to. I realised that my pussy was tingling and somewhat wet. Why the hell am I wet from flashing my brother? I tried to ignore the fact and get on with my homework, but I ended up occasionally squirming in my seat and thinking about Brandon getting hard from a simple underwear flash.

The next morning, I went to grab a pair of panties from my underwear drawer, and realised that whatever I picked out, I'd have to flash for Brandon. I found myself weirdly torn between finding the ugliest, boring pair that I could, or the sexiest. I wondered if he'd get hard again if I flashed him some boring ones. I decided to find out. I pulled a pair of black cotton boy legs that I hardly ever wore anymore and pulled them on. As I settled them in place, I was conscious that once again, I was wet from thinking about my brother looking at me in my underwear. I rubbed my panties against my pussy, sighed and grabbed a matching, boring cotton bra.

"Hey sis, how're things?" he asked me when he saw me in the kitchen. Dad had already left for work, and Mum was doing stuff upstairs.

"Fine."

"You look nice today, did you make a special effort?" He was grinning when he asked me.

"No, I always look this good, you're just too much of a dork to notice," I replied.

"Well, let me know when I'll get to find out just how normally you did dress today." I stuck my tongue out at him and headed off for school.

I held out on him until it was time for me to go to bed. I went to his room, for some reason feeling that by being the one to go to him, I was still somewhat in control.

"I was wondering if you were going to welch," he said with a grin when I closed the door behind me.

"As if I'd give you that satisfaction," I replied. "Okay, so here it is." I pulled my track pants down so that my boring black panties were showing, then lifted up my t-shirt to show off my bra.

"And the other side," he said when I made to restore my clothes. With a sigh I turned for him so he could get a view of my ass as well. As I turned full circle back to him, I'm sure I caught his hand slipping away from the crotch of his pants. He was definitely stiff. I put my clothes to rights, flipped him the bird and left.

I deduced from my experiment that it wouldn't matter what I wore. The mere fact of my flashing him my underwear seemed to excite him.

Over the course of the week, I found myself selecting nicer and more daring underwear, not that I had much variety to select from. On the final day I wore a pale pink thong, the skimpiest one I owned, along with a balconette bra that threatened to show off my nipples. Brandon was most definitely hard when I left his room that time. I'm pretty sure I heard him groan once the door was closed, and I have a fair idea of what he did next. I was amazed at how horny the thought made me. Brandon was almost certainly jerking his dick thinking about me. His sister! Even worse, when I took my thong off, it was soaked; like totally drenched. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I masturbated that night too.

I needed to come up with a dare for when I managed to peg him back. The more I thought about his fixation with my underwear, the clearer it became to me.

It took me three weeks to peg him, but when I finally managed it, I was excited to tell him what the dare was.

"Okay, since you loved my underwear so much, my dare is this. I dare you to wear my underwear for four days. You have to wear each of the pairs of panties I wore for you, for an entire day."

"What? No way. They won't even fit me," he laughed.

"I think you'll be surprised at how stretchy they are, Brandon. You at least have to try. If you can't fit into a pair, you don't have to wear them, but I know for sure that you'll fit into some of them, so you have to wear something on each of the four days even if you have to repeat one or two of them. Unless you concede, of course."

"Fine." he replied. I clapped my hands, excited for the following morning.

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"Can I come in?" I asked chirpily from the doorway.

"Sure," Brandon grunted at me. I strolled into his room and couldn't help but notice how much it smelt of him. Not in a bad, stinky teenager way (I could remember how it used to smell!) but in a manly way. I'd not really noticed it recently, but for some reason I did that day. I had a pair of my panties in hand. He was still in bed, so I flipped them at him. He reached out and caught the navy-blue cotton bikini.

"Clearly I have to see you wearing them to make sure you complete the dare."

"Clearly," he agreed somewhat reluctantly.

"So, you going to put them on now or what?"

"Geez, pushy," he moaned. He pulled the bikini under his bed cover and wiggled around. "Okay, well, I guess they're on. Ready?"

"Oh yes," I said with a smile. He pulled the cover aside and stepped out of bed wearing just my panties. They were stretched tight, and I realised two things. Firstly, there was no sign of any other clothing in his bed, so he must have been sleeping naked and secondly, his cock really was massive. I mean, I'm not sure how he'd managed to squeeze himself into my panties without hanging out of them somewhere. I was kind of speechless.

"Right, you've seen me wearing them. Off you go. I have to tell you though, if they start cutting off my circulation, they're coming off."

"Um, yeah, fine," I agreed. After all, I wasn't going to get the sight of him wearing them out of my mind anyway, so I didn't really care whether he wore them the rest of the day or not.

I'd been correct: I couldn't get the sight of Brandon's cock squished in my panties out of my mind all that day, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see it uncovered in all its glory.

At the end of the day he gave me my panties back, and I told him I'd see him in the morning with the next pair. The fact that the underwear that I'd worn over the four days had become increasingly skimpier had me pretty excited. I mean, by the time he was wearing the thong I'd worn on day four, there was no way his cock would fit into it. As obvioius as it may seem, I'd never given though tothe fact that the outsides of cocks take up more space than the outsides of pussies.

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait for the fourth day. When I went in and presented him with the cotton bikini I'd worn on the second day, it proved not to be stretchy enough for him to get them on. The same thing happened when I went back and fetched him the third pair I'd worn.

"Okay then, this is the last pair I wore," I said to him, handing him the little thong.

"Something tells me you're going to be out of luck," he laughed, holding them up and trying to sort out up from down.

"Well, you'll never know until you try," I replied cheerfully. He sighed and told me to turn around. I faced the door to his room.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I heard him moan.

"Got them on?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

"Um, kind of," he replied, and I turned around to see what he meant. He was standing with his hands covering himself.

"Come on, you have to show me."

He actually blushed! When he removed his hands, I laughed. The thong held his cock against his abdomen, kind of, but in no way was the fabric generous enough to contain him. He was poking out the top of the waistband. Well, when I say poking, it wasn't just the tip, there was like two inches of thick cock reaching beyond the waistband, and he didn't even look erect! That, and one testicle was hanging comically out the side as well.

"Okay, you've seen me, do I really have to wear them?" he complained.

"Not if you're happy to lose the game," I said to him.

"Fine. I'll wear them then."

"Hope you don't go getting a boner," I laughed.

"You can leave right now," he told me, grabbing a pair of jeans to pull on. He clearly didn't want me hanging around, so I buggered off. The memory of his cock wouldn't leave me, though. I kept wondering how big it would be when it got erect. Possibly big enough to be scary!

At the end of the day, I made sure to catch him before he had a chance to go into his room and change.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"I just thought I'd see if you kept my thong on all day."

"Yeah, I did. Bloody useless thing that it was. It's not like it was doing much."

"Well I was thinking that if you let me watch you take it off, then I'd let you skip wearing my panties for the next two days, given you couldn't get the other two pairs on even though you gave them the old college try."

He looked at me, clearly thinking about it.

"Okay, deal," he finally agreed. He kicked his shoes off and peeled his jeans down. His cock was hanging heavily out the side of the thong rather than over the top. He wasted no time, pulling the pink thong down his legs and throwing it to me. While I went to catch it, he grabbed a pair of track pants and pulled them on.

"Thanks," I grinned at him.

"Yeah, no problem."

I skipped happily from his room, content with the memory I'd created, and already thinking about what the next dare I could get him to do might be. I called Becky. I didn't tell her exactly how I'd seen Brandon's cock, I just pretended to be freaked out that I'd seen it. I knew she'd want to know all about how big it was, and I was right.

"Damn, pity he wasn't erect," was about all she said at the end of the conversation. "I wish I could see it."

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About a week later I found the peg hanging from the bottom of my t-shirt. It was behind me. Brandon was grinning like an idiot when I finally presented myself to admit he'd got me.

"What's it going to be, Brandon?" I asked him.

"I dare you to show me your tits for a minute.'

"What?!"

"Seems fair, you got to see my cock," he replied. "And I'm not even asking to see your pussy." I protested and delayed, even though inwardly I was getting turned on by the idea. Freaky I know, but if I was showing him my tits, there was a pretty good chance his massive cock would get hard. Even if it was hidden away, I'd get to see the effect I'd have on him through his pants.

"When?" I asked, and his face lit up as he realised I'd agreed.

"How about right now?" he asked.

"Fine." My agreement wasn't at all grudging this time, I was excited by the prospect! I pulled off my t-shirt to reveal a white cotton t-shirt bra. Brandon was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I struggled not to keep glancing down at his crotch. I reached behind myself and unfastened my bra, but I trapped it with my arms so the cups wouldn't fall away from my chest. "Sure you can handle this?" I teased him.

"It's not like yours are the first pair of tits I've ever seen, Sarah," he replied.

"No, it's just the first time you've been perverted enough to ask to see your sister's."

"Well come on then," he urged me. I noted when his hand adjusted his cock. It was definitely getting bigger.

"Timer?" I asked.

"Fuck, okay, he said and he pulled out his phone. I made him set the timer for one minute, then start it before I slowly dropped my bra away. My nipples were hard. Brandon's eyes were glued to my boobs. They're a nice firm DD cup with quite large nipples, and I'm rather proud of them. I stood there, feeling weird in front of my brother, watching the seconds tick away. Part of me wanted to squeeze my nipples, part of me to play with my pussy. I even found myself thinking about sucking his cock. Instead, I just stood there until the chime announced the end of the minute. I unhurriedly put my bra and t-shirt back on and left him, closing his bedroom door behind me.

I walked to my room, closed my door audibly from the outside, then crept back and listened at his door. He was definitely wanking. I don't know why it turned me on to know that my brother was stroking his massive cock right after seeing my tits, but it sure did. I slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed myself, grinding my panties into my wet pussy. I stayed there until it was clear from the sounds that he'd climaxed, then I quickly scooted off to my room and did the same.

In the aftermath, I lay in bed wondering what I might make his next dare be. Things had certainly escalated, and I was surprised to find myself thinking about taking it even further. The size of my brother's cock was certainly a contributing factor to my musings. I found myself wishing I'd been able to see him shoot his load. I wondered if he'd do that for me if I dared him. Would he stroke himself to orgasm for me? But first, could I actually bring myself to dare him to do that? In any case I'd have to peg him first.

It only took me a week to peg him, which was quicker than I'd managed for some time. I wondered if he might have made it a bit easier for me just so I'd give him a dare, but decided he was too competitive for such a ploy. I still hadn't made up my mind exactly what I was going to dare him to do. I thought about telling Becky about my problem and seeing what she'd suggest, but ever since I'd mentioned seeing him, she'd been relentless in asking if I'd done anything about getting a better look. I'd asked her over a couple of times, and she was shameless in her flirting with him. I was even a bit jealous at the attention Brandon paid her. Hell, she was throwing herself at him, and I was surprised that he hadn't just taken her to his room and fucked her. I know she would have agreed in a heartbeat.

I decided to go halfway. I went into Brad's room while our parents were out and sat on his bed while he looked at me expectantly.

"What's it going to be?" he asked me.

"I dare you... to let me see your cock while it's stiff."

"Is that right?"

"Yep, that's what I want to see," I replied.

"Okay. Leave the room and come back in five minutes."

"Five minutes? It takes you that long?" I asked. I'd seen how hard he'd got from looking at my tits, and there was no way it had taken five minutes.

"Well I wouldn't want to get stage fright," he suggested.

"Okay, fine." I left his room and went to mine. I messed about with my phone, texting Becky about mundane stuff before I returned.

He was sitting at his laptop, and closed it as soon as he heard his door opening.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"Yep." He was looking over his shoulder. He spun his chair around and stood up, facing me. My eyes immediately went to his crotch and they widened. 'Impressive' doesn't start to describe the sight of it. It was massive; a work of wonder with long, thick, blue veins standing out along its shaft. He was circumcised, and the last two inches curved upward slightly as it stuck out in front of him. He let me gaze at it for about thirty seconds before using both hands to hide himself. "There, that's it."

He was clearly dismissing me. I left his room with a backward glance as I shut the door. He was watching me leave. When I made it back to my room I sat at my dresser, studying everything on it. I picked up my deodorant spray bottle. It was quite possible his cock was just as big, possibly longer, if not thicker. I turned it over and over in my hand, wondering what it would feel like to slide something that big into my pussy. I wondered if Becky would know. She'd been around a bit more than I had.

I didn't get around to asking her before Brandon managed to peg me again. It only took him three days! I was clearly too distracted by the memory of his cock, because I found myself spending more time with him. Initially the peg game had been driving something of a wedge between us. Our parents didn't seem to care or notice because it meant we weren't fighting and causing them grief. We were both technically adults anyway, so I think they pretty much assumed we were just going our own ways and finding fun with our own friends.

By that time, dares or not, I was enjoying teasing Brandon and making his cock swell up in his pants. If he minded, he didn't say or do anything to discourage me. I wore skirts around the house more, knowing he'd try and catch sight of my underwear whenever he could, and I put more cleavage on display. I was rewarded with regular, visual evidence of his arousal.

That also meant I was easier to peg, though.

~~~~~~~

"So, it's my turn to dare you, hey?" Brandon crowed as I held the peg in my hand, standing in his bedroom once again.

"Seems that way," I sighed.

"I dare you to show me your pussy."

"Um okay, how about tomorrow?" I offered.

"Sure," he agreed with a beaming smile. I left his room and went back to mine. I stripped off my leggings and underwear and checked myself in the mirror. I assessed myself and decided my kitty was too stubbly to be placed on display. It wasn't as if I'd been planning on anyone seeing me, so I hadn't bothered with any maintenance for a while. It was time to change that. I pulled my leggings back on, and headed for the bathroom.

I closed the door and locked it, then stripped completely and took a shower. While I was in there, I shaved my pussy. Usually I kept a neatly trimmed landing strip, but as I pictured myself showing it to my brother, I got horny, so I carefully shaved it bare. By the time I was done, I was wet from more than just the shower water. I directed the spray toward the wall and sat down on the shower floor, my knees spread, and my heels pulled in close to my pussy. I ran my fingers over my freshly bald lips and then teased my clit. I pictured Brandon's hard cock as I worked the fingers of my right hand back and forth over my swollen little nub. I first pictured it in my mind and imagined sucking it. I could feel my juices running out of my pussy, dripping down between my butt cheeks and I wished I had something to slide inside myself. Brandon's cock would work nicely. My pleasure spiked, my fingers working my clit feverishly, and I gasped as I came hard on the floor of the shower.

The next day, I slipped into Brandon's bedroom early in the morning. I'd awakened horny and wanted to show myself to him early in the day. Of course Ihadn't remembered that he slept naked (honest?), and that if I went in early, he might have a nice morning woody going on. That would have been very dirty of me.

"Ready to see my pussy, Brandon?" I asked him as he sat up in bed, clearly not very awake.

"Um, I think so," he replied.

"Well you didn't specify when or for how long, so here goes," I announced. I'd worn my pyjamas into his room, which consisted of a pair of thin shorts and a loose tank top that did little to hide that I was braless. My nipples were hard in anticipation of what I was about to do, and I knew from the glance I'd taken in the mirror that it would also be obvious to Brandon, if he chose to look. (He did.)

I slipped my sleep shorts down to my knees and stood there for a few moments to give Brandon a chance to look. He groaned out loud.

"Spread your legs some more," he muttered, sitting up to try and get a bit closer to me while keeping his bedcovers from falling onto the floor.

"That wasn't the deal," I laughed and pulled my shorts back up. "Have a good day!" I closed the door to his room behind me and went back to my room to get ready for school. I felt a bit silly that I'd been so careful about shaving and then limited his viewing time so much, but I didn't want to appear too eager.

As I dressed, I plotted how I might manage to next peg him, and what my next dare would be.

~~~~~~~

"So have you seen his dick again?" Becky asked me at lunchtime.

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"Oh my God Becky, you have a one-track mind!"

"Well yeah, because your brother's hot and he's hung like a rogue elephant! And as I can tell, he's not even seeing anyone at the moment."

"Well, that's true and kind of weird," I admitted out loud. Brandon was never short of admirers and usually had a girlfriend, even if she only lasted a couple of weeks.

"I think I need to come over to your place again," Becky suggested with a grin.

"God, you couldn't be much less subtle than last time. What are you going to do, walk through our house naked? Or maybe just offer to suck his dick in the living room?"

"Think he'd go for it?" Becky asked, not entirely joking.

"Ever known a guy to turn down a blow job?" I asked with a laugh.

"Maybe I will, then."

"Oh no, don't you dare!" I exclaimed.

"Fine, I'll be subtle," Becky lamented.

"Seems a bit of a rip-off for me if I invite you over just so you can hit on my brother," I sighed.

"Well you are the best friend ever," Becky praised, hugging me.

~~~~~~~

Late that afternoon, I met Becky at the door and rolled my eyes. She was wearing a tiny little crop top and a pair of tights plastered to her so that they looked like they'd been bought for her five years ago. She had a serious camel toe going on.

"So subtle was too challenging?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, feigning nonchalance. I took her through to the living room.

"Is he home?"

"God Becky, one track mind much?"

"Sorry, I'm kind of horny," she replied. I rolled my eyes at her again. She pressed me about whether he was home or not.

"He is," I admitted finally.

"Okay, so we should like totally do something to turn him on," Becky suggested.

"I think you're already there. I mean, your outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"No, I don't just mean look sexy, I mean like I don't know, how about pash each other in front of him?"

"What?!" I exclaimed. "Where the fuck did that come from? When did you suddenly think that we should be getting our lesbo on?" It wasn't anything we'd ever done before, or even toyed with the idea of. Well, Becky might have, but we'd never discussed it.

"I just thought of it. Like all guys like that shit, yeah? And if I'm ever going to kiss a girl, you're totally the one."

"Sorry Becks, but I'm not going there just so you can tease my brother!"

"Damn. Well, what do you think would make him hard?"

"I dunno. Make your nipples really stiff or something? I'd say flash him what's under your skirt, but you're not wearing one, and with those leggings there's not much left to the imagination."

"Can we at least hang out here so he'll see me?" she all but pleaded.

"Fine, we can watch a movie on Netflix."

We set ourselves up in the living room and I watched the television while Becky basically did everything but masturbate, waiting for Brandon to come through the room. It was distracting, but strangely a bit of a turn on. Even though I'd never thought about kissing her, her suggestion had planted a seed in my mind. I found myself sitting with my heel pulled in against my pussy, and I have to admit that I rocked against it a little and started alternating between watching the television and watching Becky. God, I was turning into such a pervert!

Brandon did eventually come down to get a drink, and Becky immediately sat up and thrust her tits out, her nipples totally visible through her crop top. When Brandon moved on into the kitchen, she decided she should get a drink as well. I stayed where I was and feigned having no interest.

Soon I could hear Becky giggling and laughing as she spoke and no doubt flirted with Brandon. They both came back into the living room, and Becky was running a hand down his forearm as they spoke quietly with each other. I checked out Brandon's crotch and sure enough, her approach was having its effect.

"Move over Sarah, Brandon's going to watch with us."

"Ugh, fine," I said reluctantly, shifting to the end of the three-seater couch. I thought Becky would take the middle, but Brandon did.

The rest of the movie was torture for me. Becky was all over Brandon, her hand on his thigh most of the time. I'm pretty sure she managed to run her hand over his cock several times, too. What freaked me out the most was my realisation that I was jealous! I needed to get away from them for a moment, so I excused myself to go to the toilet. When I came back, I paused at the doorway because they had their lips locked together. I didn't quite know what to do, so I decided just to walk in. They had the grace to look embarrassed at having been caught.

As I endured the next ten minutes, I realised that Brandon was now totally distracted. I excused myself again, this time on the pretext of getting a drink, but first I went to my room. I grabbed the golden peg. It was possibly the easiest I'd ever been able to get Brandon. He didn't even know I'd done it until after Becky had gone. I just wished I had an idea of what I wanted to dare him to do.

As I showered the next morning, I came up with exactly what I wanted.

"Hey Brandon, how are you?" I asked him after school that afternoon.

"Fine," he replied cautiously. "Are you here for the dare?"

"I am," I replied with a grin. "I dare you to let me watch you shower. Shampoo, crotch, bum, the whole ball of wax."

He just looked at me for a few moments before agreeing.

"Awesome," I said with a grin. "Obviously it will have to be when the 'rents are out, so let me know a time that works for you."

"Sure," he replied, and I left his room.

The thought of getting to watch him wash himself, especially his huge cock, had me excited all day. Becky was just as excited about his cock as I was, but in a different way.

"Look, I know he's your brother and all, and it probably grosses you out to hear it, but that thing is huge," she gushed to me at lunchtime. "I mean, I haven't seen it at all yet, but I felt it through his pants while we were kissing and well, holy fuck!"

"Becky!" I exploded, feigning outrage.

"Well I can't talk to anyone else about it, I mean the last thing I want is for my competition to get free advertising about it."

"Fine, but not too many details, please," I said, despite the fact that I was getting wet just from the combination of having been thinking about him showering and that short conversation. I noticed that she had her heel pulled in tight against her pussy as we sat on the oval. I wanted to do the same, but I resisted the temptation because I didn't want to risk Becky thinking I was getting horny talking about my brother's cock.

~~~~~~~

Saturday morning rolled around, and Mum and Dad announced they were going out for the morning. Brandon was still in bed when they left, so he had no idea they were out of the house. I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass.

"Hey sleepy head, it's shower time," I announced, walking into his room and plonking myself down on the side of his queen-sized bed.

"What?" he asked groggily.

"Mum and Dad are out, so you can get in the shower and I can watch," I chirped at him.

"Oh, um, yeah okay, fine."

"Come on then," I urged him, tugging at his covers as I stood up from his bed in a rush. He was too slow in his efforts to stop me as I pulled them completely to the floor, totally exposing him. He was naked, and better yet, his cock was hard!

"Whoa, what have you been thinking about?" I asked with a giggle, as he hurriedly covered himself with his hands.

"Hey! I can't help having morning wood," he complained. "I was asleep, so I'm not responsible for what I wake up with!" He snatched at the covers, but I dragged them beyond his reach.

"You're going to be naked the whole time you're in the shower, so it doesn't matter if I see you now." He grumbled incoherently and clambered from his bed, heading straight for the bathroom. I followed him closely, but he shut the door on me.

"Hey!" I protested.

"You get to watch me shower," he called out from behind the locked door. "That doesn't mean you get to watch me take a piss!"

"Oh, okay." I waited semi-patiently, way too conscious of the fact that I could hear what was going on. The toilet flushed, and a moment later I heard the door lock turn. I opened the door and walked in. Brandon went straight to the shower to get the water running at the right temperature. I walked over to the toilet, put both the seat and the lid down (giving Brandon a meaningful look because the seat was up -- like always) and sat down to watch him. He basically ignored me and went about the business of getting clean in the shower. His cock hung heavy and half-erect, and I found my gaze glued to it as it swung about with his movements. I tore my eyes away enough to take in the rest of his body, though. He was cut! I'd never really thought about it, but seeing him completely naked, his washboard abs and pecs were gorgeous. Even his arms were nicely muscled.

He washed his cock, one hand rubbing it, and then almost like stroking it. He looked at me for the first time as he started to do that, and I swallowed hard. It was so fucking hot! Then the steam from the shower fogged over more of the glass, and he became essentially hidden from view. That sucked! I went closer to peer in and even tried to open the door, but he laughed at me and said that I hadn't stipulated the door having to be open, so he was choosing to keep it closed. When he finished, he told me I had to leave because watching him dry himself hadn't been stipulated either. I sighed with frustration but left.

After all, figuring out loopholes was half the fun of the game.

I went back to my room and teased my pussy while remembering the sight of his soapy hand sliding along his long, thick cock. I hadn't intended to do more than tease myself, but I soon got so horny that I went ahead and gave myself an orgasm.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" I asked Brandon when we were both downstairs after his shower. It was weird that we were just kind of like ignoring what had happened. It was like an unspoken agreement between us. What happened during the dares was never discussed afterwards. It happened, and we moved on.

"I'm catching up with Becky," he said.

"So that's why she was too busy for me!"

"Sorry Sis."

"So are you two like dating now?"

"Not sure yet. Technically this will be our first date, but I'm just kind of seeing where it goes."

"Don't break her heart, Brandon. If you fuck with her, I'll kill you."

"Hey, easy Sarah, I know she's your friend. I may not have the best record with girls and the way I've treated some of them, but I know there's no way I could do that to Becky and remain alive. If it's not working, I'll let her down gently, I promise."

"You'd better!"

With Becky now removed from my options for the day, I called Gina and arranged to go to the mall with her. We spent the afternoon browsing shops and hanging out in the food court, checking out the guys, talent spotting. A few guys were brave enough to approach us, and Mike Seymore even asked me out. I nearly said no out of habit, but he's a really nice guy and heaps good looking, so I accepted. Gina was probably more excited than I was. Mike had finished school the year before, and he was working for a local construction company doing manual labour. It was having a very positive effect on his body. I imagined he might be almost as well cut as Brandon.

On the way back from the mall I wondered why I'd nearly refused Mike, and realised it was because of where the peg game had gone. I'd been so fixated on Brandon lately that I'd almost stopped looking for any fun outside the house. It made me glad I'd gone to the mall, and that Mike had asked me out.

Sunday afternoon, I found the golden peg hanging from the back of my t-shirt. Brandon was ecstatic.

"So, here's the dare, Sarah. I dare you to let me watch you shower, and I'm remembering to specify the door to the shower must remain open the entire time," Brandon crowed triumphantly when he had the opportunity.

"Fine," I muttered, annoyed that he was removing the loophole he himself had used.

It was Wednesday night when the first opportunity presented itself for me to shower with him present. I was just about to tell him to come join me when I had an idea. I rummaged in my closet then headed for the bathroom.

"Time for my shower if you want to watch," I called out after I'd passed the door to his room. I heard him scramble out of his computer chair to follow me. I was in the shower alcove by the time he caught up to me. I had the water almost right.

"Hey!" he exclaimed when he saw me. "What's with the bikini?"

"You never stipulated I had to be naked," I laughed.

"I was when I showered!"

"Yeah, but you didn't have to be, that was your choice."

"God damn it."

I laughed and stepped under the water, tipping my head back and letting it run through my long blonde hair. Brandon grumbled, but it didn't stop him from watching as I squirted liquid soap into my palm and lathered myself up. I washed myself slowly and thoroughly, teasing him by sliding my hand inside my bikini top and playing with my nipples. They were aching by the time I moved my hand down over my belly and inside the black bottoms. My pussy was wet, and I slipped a finger between my lips a little, working hard to suppress the moan threatening to escape my lips.

I had to really hold back to keep from full-on masturbating. Even though Brandon couldn't see all of me, my performance clearly had him rock hard. He had to adjust his shorts, and there was no hiding how stiff his massive cock was.

Other than the adjustment he didn't touch himself, but I reckon he wanted to. Before I got too carried away, I rinsed off all the soap and shut off the water.

"Shower's over," I said to him with a smile. He groaned and turned to leave.

"Brandon?" I called as he was almost out the door.

"Yeah?" he replied, turning back. I didn't say anything, I just pulled my bikini top up so my large tits dropped into view below it. His eyes widened in what I read to be pleasurable shock, and I quickly righted my swimsuit.

I'm pretty sure he was in his room beating off within a few seconds. I took my time drying myself, discarding my swimwear to do so. God, was my pussy soaked. I resisted the urge to masturbate, though.

~~~~~~~

That Friday night I went out on my date with Mike. We went to a movie and grabbed burgers for dinner afterwards. He was totally awesome, and by the end of the night we were holding hands as we walked back to his car. He even went to open my door for me, but I stepped in his way, so he practically bumped into me. I tilted my head back, capturing his eyes with mine, and licked my lips a little. He took the hint and kissed me. It was soooo good. Just the right amount of tongue, not to greedy or wet, just yummy.

We kissed again before leaving the car when we arrived back at my house, and when I floated inside, I was in total dreamy mode. Brandon gave me crap about it, but the fact that he'd been out with my best friend gave me ammunition to defuse his teasing.

I went to my room and texted Becky, to tell her all about my date.

Oh my God Sarah, I touched your brother's cock. I even like pretty much gave him a full-on hand job! The text came through.

Um, thanks Becky, I replied.

Its fucking amazing, Sarah. So huge. I'm not sure I could get him in my mouth though. Didn't think I'd try that straight away anyway. How far did you go with Mike?

Not that far. I'm not as slutty as you remember?

Yeah right.

We texted back and forth for another half hour or so, and I have to admit I didn't shut her down as much as I could have when she went back to how good my brother's cock felt in her hands. It had me thinking. I knew what I wanted for my next dare.

It took me a week to peg him, though. When I finally did, I almost screamed in triumph.

As soon as he stood in front of me with the golden peg in his hand, I stated my requirement. "I dare you to let me feel your cock," I said. His eyes widened in shock. I think he'd expected to be the only one pushing boundaries.

"Okay, when?" he asked me, far from unwilling.

"Right now," I replied, pushing his door closed behind me. He was sitting at his desk on his office chair. I walked over and stood right in front of him.

"Can you take your pants off, please?" I asked nicely. He shrugged and pushed his shorts down, lifting his bum from the seat just long enough to do so. His cock was semi hard and gorgeous, hanging down slightly to the right. I knelt down in front of his splayed legs, and I reached out and took him in my hand. It even felt heavy. My fingers and thumb didn't quite meet around it, and it was still swelling. I began stroking him, marvelling at the soft skin and the hardening shaft. Brandon groaned.

It was incredible to feel and watch it as it grew with my stroking, and it didn't take long until he was completely hard. Becky was right: his cock was fucking amazing! I looked up and found his gaze transfixed by the sight of my hand working his cock. I looked back down and wrapped my other hand around it as well. There was still plenty of it left on display. I kept working him until I realised there was a bead of pre-cum nestled in the slit at the top of his cock head. With a start, I let go and his cock flopped back against his belly.

"All done," I said, and fled from his room, his moan of disappointment following me out the door.

I dashed to my room, locked myself in, and grabbed my hair brush. It wasn't long until I was on my bed, legs splayed, and the handle of my brush plunging in and out of my pussy. All I could think about was the sight and feel of my brother's massive dick. The brush handle wasn't even close in comparison, but at that moment all I needed was relief. I frigged my clitoris with my free hand until I was cumming hard, my legs shaking and my body convulsing with the intensity.

~~~~~~~

Mike asked me out again, and we went out for dinner at a nice little Thai place. Afterwards we went for a walk along the beach, holding hands. We kissed; a lot actually, and when his hands started to wander over my body, I didn't stop him. He had nice broad, strong hands that felt wonderful as they cupped my bum and squeezed. I returned the favour. His ass was incredible. I felt his hand slide up to my breast and gently enclose it. I leaned into his hand as he squeezed me, and I pressed myself into him so my thigh was pressing against his crotch. Even from a brief push, I could tell he was hard.

That was as far as we went, though. I was horny and probably would have gone further, but he was a gentleman and didn't push it. It was nice. I mean I know I'm hot. I don't say that to brag, it's just the way it is. Every school has their hot girls, and I was part of that group; popular and even seen by some guys as unattainable. We all hear things from time to time and share them with each other for amusement, even if we don't always take them seriously. Things like our being seen as the ultimate conquests. The thing about that, is it means you get targeted by footballers and the elite sportsmen, mostly because they're just looking to carve your notch on their bedpost. So I found it refreshing that Mike seemed genuinely interested in me as a person, rather than in simply getting me into bed.

I was in a happy place when I got home from my date. Brandon was watching a movie on the couch with Becky. She was leaning all over him, and when I entered the room and let them know I was there, her hand quickly shifted away from his thigh, where she'd clearly been stroking him.

"Good date?" Becky asked me.

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"Perfect, really," I replied. "I won't interrupt you two, I just want to get a drink from the kitchen. Is anyone else home?"

"Naah, Mum and Dad went out, said they'd be home late," Brandon replied.

'Okay, cool, have fun."

"Thanks Sis," Brandon replied.

"I'll get the deets later," Becky said, flashing her phone at me, indicating she'd text me as soon as she wasn't otherwise occupied. I gave her a grin and left them to it.

I left my door open and could hear the sounds of the movie drifting up from downstairs. When it ended, I closed my door, knowing if Brandon took Becky up to his room, they'd have to pass mine. I didn't want them knowing I was interested in whether that happened or not.

I smiled when I heard them pass by a couple minutes later. I gave them a little time before sneaking down the corridor to eavesdrop outside the bedroom.

At first I couldn't really hear anything, but soon I heard Becky saying, "Let me see it, Brandon. Let me see the python."

I nearly laughed out loud. The python? What was she thinking?

"It's so fucking amazing, Brandon," Becky crooned. Then she wasn't saying anything. I'm pretty sure she was blowing him at that point. I undid the button of my jeans, slid the zipper down and slipped my hand inside my panties. I stood right next to the bedroom door with my fingers teasing my pussy as I imagined what was going on inside my brother's room.

I considered cracking the door open to see what I could, but I decided that was probably going a step too far. As if I wasn't already being pervy enough! Feeling funny, I went back to my own room shortly after that.

Sure enough, what must have been as soon as Becky got back to her place, my phone beeped with a text from her, asking for me to share details about my date. We swapped messages back and forth, and I found myself in a weird place. Becky started to share details about her and Brandon. It was as natural as it would have been if she were telling me about any other boy she'd been messing about with, but this time it was my brother. I was torn between complaining 'Eww, that's my brother!' and wanting to ask for details because of the small amount I'd listened to. I was mad horny, but I settled for the middle ground of not protesting, but not actually asking for details either. She shared plenty of them anyway. Like after the exchange was over, I knew for sure she'd fucked him. I couldn't believe she'd gone there that quickly. I thought she might have held out for a little while, at least.

"I'm going to send you a pic," Becky sent me.

"Um, I don't think I need to see any pics you took tonight!" I objected.

My phone bleeped again and there was a Snapchat. My finger hovered over the app. Did I really want to see what she'd sent me? How long would she have set the snap for before it would be gone? Should I screenshot it?

I hit the button. The picture was of Brandon's rock-hard cock, with both of Becky's hands wrapped around it. Brandon had clearly taken the photo. Her face was just above it and she was grinning like an idiot. She'd given me all of three seconds. I'm embarrassed to say I screenshot it.

"Look how fucking big it is!" she messaged me a moment later.

"Um brother issues!" I responded.

"Tell me if it wasn't Brandon you wouldn't be all over it!"

"Not the point Beck! I mean, you're right, but he is my brother, so I don't really need to see that."

Another snap came through. I quickly switched apps to look at it.

Brandon had also clearly taken this one. Becky was squatting down, mounted on his cock. It didn't show anything above her navel, but I was confronted with the sight of her bald lips spread dramatically around his enormous shaft. Her juices were evident on him, and I would estimate that only half of his dick was inside her.

"Too much!" I sent back, but I screenshot that pic as well.

"Sooooo much," she responded.

"GOOD NIGHT!" I sent and killed the messaging app. Then I grabbed my hairbrush and fucked myself until I came, memories of holding Brandon's cock and the photos I'd captured of Becky with him fuelling my passion.

~~~~~~~

I managed to avoid being pegged for two weeks through a combination of vigilance and Becky. She didn't know about our game, but she still helped by being all over Brandon, which meant that I didn't see as much of either of them as normal, and from what Becky shared with me, they were fucking like rabbits. So I guessed he wasn't looking for the peg game to give him any additional excitement.

He did eventually catch me, though. I was drying the dishes with Mum and he managed to peg the back of my t-shirt while I was distracted.

"What's it going to be, Brandon?" I asked him while we were watching television alone together later that night.

"I dare you to let me play with your bare tits," he replied enthusiastically. I studied his face for a few moments and then agreed. I told him to start playing something from Netflix on the computer in his room, then to slip into my room so we wouldn't get busted. Brandon jumped up off the couch and rushed upstairs to his room. I couldn't believe how much the whole idea was turning me on. I entered my room and turned to wait for him while standing in the middle of the floor. He arrived less than a minute later, closed the door behind him and I glanced down at his crotch, confirming that the enthusiasm on his face was matched below the belt.

I reached under my shirt and unclasped my bra behind me, then reached into one sleeve to pull the shoulder strap over my arm before pulling my whole bra out the other sleeve. Brandon reacted as if I'd just performed a world class act of magic, and I laughed at him. He was only just coming to the realisation that once again I'd found a loophole in his request.

"Okay, you can feel them now. Just stand behind me and slip your hands under my shirt," I invited him, holding out the bottom of my t-shirt for him to slip his hands under.

"Can't you just take that thing off?" he whined.

"You only specified you wanted to play with my bare tits, not to play with my tits while I was naked," I advised.

"Fine," he grumbled. I turned around and he stepped in behind me and slipped his hands under my t-shirt. His hard cock was pressing against me from behind, but I resisted the urge to rub my bum against him. It wasn't easy.

"Damn," he muttered when his hands cupped my breasts. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning as he squeezed and played with them. My nipples hardened, and he tweaked them with his thumbs and fingers. I let him pull on them a bit, but then let him know when he was getting a little more aggressive than I liked. He went back to just squeezing and playing around with my tits.

"Okay, time's up," I stated, working hard to keep from vocalising the desire building inside of me. He gave a final squeeze and released them. I felt his cock press a little harder against me, and that time I rocked back into it. God, he was hard. I did groan at that point and so did he, but we quickly stepped apart, neither of us commenting on how tempted we'd just been to go further... lots further.

"Fuck, your tits feel amazing, Sarah," he said.

"They are pretty good. aren't they?" I replied, cupping them through my t-shirt and squeezing them firmly. "I like that they're nice and firm, 'cause like, you know, firm is good, right?" I added, gazing pointedly at his crotch.

"Yeah it is," he agreed and turned to leave, his hand adjusting his cock. I can't say how much I wanted him to take it out so I could play with it. I closed my door behind him, and once again resorted to my hairbrush for pleasure. I pulled up Becky's pics on my phone and tried to imagine my own pussy being stretched as wide as hers was. Damn, I needed a thicker hairbrush!

~~~~~~~

I had a few more dates with Mike over the next couple of weeks, and we progressed as far as hand jobs and fingering. I'm not sure what held me back from just mounting him, maybe it was that he wasn't too pushy. If he was happy to go slow, I was happy for him to do so. It meant I spent a lot more time with my hairbrush, though.

I was shopping with Becky when I mentioned I needed a hairbrush with a bigger handle, not really thinking about what she'd make of it.

"Why a bigger handle?" she asked me.

"Oh, um, well, just so it's more comfortable to hold," I replied, trying to think on the fly.

"Bullshit," Becky called me out. "You want to fuck it, don't you?"

"Eww, gross!"

Becky just laughed at me. "You forget how many times you've told me you fuck your hairbrush, Sarah. I think you've been fantasising about your brother's giant cock, and you want to feel what it's like to take something that big."

"You're so disgusting!" I accused her. "As if I'd be thinking about my brother's cock like that."

"Not your brother's necessarily, just any cock that big," Becky grinned, knowing she had me on the defensive. "And for that, you don't want a hairbrush, you want a cucumber."

"Becky!" I cried out, causing a couple of people in the shop to look at me. I grabbed the brush with the biggest handle I could find; a nice polished wooden handle, stuck my tongue out at her and went to the counter to pay for it.

"We could get you a proper dildo from the sex shop," Becky suggested on the way out.

"No way," I said, even though the thought held some appeal. But I couldn't face going into one of those places and having Becky right beside me pointing out all the toys of a similar size to Brandon.

When I got home I tried out the new brush, quite pleased with the results. While I slid it slowly in and out of my pussy, I plotted how I could peg Brandon again, and what I wanted to dare him to do. Just as I came, I decided.

~~~~~~~

It took me another four days, finally managing to get him while he was preoccupied kissing Becky in our kitchen.

He came to see me the following morning, because Becky had hung around until late, and I'd gone to bed rather than having to put up with seeing them all over each other.

"What's it gonna be Sah?" he asked.

I paused and then just said straight out, "I dare you to get naked and wank until you cum while I watch, but only after you haven't cum for three days."

"No deal. I'll wank for you, but I'm not going for three days without cumming first."

"Okay fine, but it has to be your first load of the day."

"Fine," he agreed.

"So, tomorrow morning?" I asked. Given it was going to be Saturday, there was a fair chance Mum and Dad would head out to shop or take a long walk, and if I got to him in the morning, I'd have him before Becky could get to him again. I was pretty sure she was why he wasn't willing to go for three days. I can just imagine how the conversation would have gone if he'd had to tell her he wasn't allowed to cum for three days. There's no way she would have let him... or me... get away with that!

I left him, promising to visit him in his room the instant our parents left the house, which is exactly what I did.

I had to wake him up. He had a game later in the day, but he didn't have to be there for ages. He complained a lot, but hey, I probably would have too if someone woke me up by jumping up and down on my bed and telling me it was cum time!

After grumbling and moaning for a bit, he complained he had to go to the toilet, so I let him out of bed. He was naked of course, and I was pleased that he made no effort to cover himself. He just rolled out of bed and wandered off, leaving me sitting at the foot of his bed.

When he came back his cock was swinging nicely, not completely flaccid but not all that hard, either. He looked around the room like he was working out where he was going to do it. I patted the bed and suggested he lay back down. He thought about it for a bit, but then did exactly that. I have to admit that I nearly reached out and grabbed him, but I managed to avoid the temptation.

I watched him arrange himself on the bed, propping his pillow against the headboard so he was mostly sitting up. He took his cock in hand and started stroking it a little, not overly enthusiastically. I watched intently as he started to grow. As he hardened, his pace quickened. Every time I glanced up from his cock to his face, I found him looking straight at me. I nearly asked him what he was thinking, but I chickened out. I decided not to speak to him unless he spoke to me first.

He kept stroking, and soon he was at full erection which was of course, mightily impressive. One hand pumped up and down and the other reached down and stroked across his belly. He looked like he was about to ask me something, but he refrained. He kept working his hand on his cock.

After a few minutes, pre-cum started to seep from the little slit at the top. I licked my lips as Brandon's hand twisted up over the head of his cock, smearing the fluid on himself. His bulbous head glistened.

I pulled my heel up against my pussy and rocked against it as his fist continued to pump away. God it looked hot. I really wanted to join in, but that would have meant giving something away for nothing; something that he should have to earn by pegging me. I wasn't about to let that happen when I was having so much fun crushing him with loopholes.

As I watched, his balls seemed to retract and tighten against his body, and his chest began heaving with every breath he took. He moaned for the first time, and I took it as a sign he was about to explode. I was right. As he stroked a final time, he pushed his cock away from his belly so it pointed into the air, but also towards me. A thick rope of cum blasted from him and landed between us on his bed covers, quickly followed by several more spurts. His body shook with his orgasm.

"That's so awesome," I purred as I watched the last of his cum dribble down over his shaft and his fist.

"Well, I'm finished, so you can leave now," he gasped.

"Sure," I replied, standing up from his bed and leaving. I rushed into my room and fingered myself to orgasm, replaying in my mind the sight of the cum fountaining from the end of his cock, imagining how good it would feel to have it painting my womb instead.

~~~~~~~

When he next pegged me, I had a fair idea of what he was going to ask for, and he didn't let me down.

"I dare you to let me watch you orgasm while you're naked and totally uncovered, so I can see every bit of you," he said. I laughed at how careful he was being to ensure I wouldn't be hiding under my bedcovers or anything.

"Fair enough," I replied. He hadn't stipulated how I was supposed to do it, so when it came time, I knew I'd just use my fingers. No point giving him any ideas about what I got up to with my new Brandon-inspired hairbrush!

It was a Saturday morning again, when our parents were out of the house. I woke him up and invited him into my room, and then stripped out of my pyjamas. He was already hard before I'd even finished that! I lay back on my bed and I have to admit, being devoured by my brother's eyes turned me on in a way I should probably be embarrassed about. My nipples were aching they were so tight, and my pussy was sopping wet. I hoped it wasn't too obvious how turned on I was. I propped myself on my bed much as he had, and he sat in my desk chair, rolling it close to my pussy, so he could watch everything I was about to do.

I spread my legs and slid a finger between my bald, freshly shaved pussy lips, gathering the moisture to drag it up and over my clit. That little love button was ready to go, and I shuddered as I started to rub it in front of him. I started slowly without much pressure, building on my already heightened desire. I circled my finger around my clit, and occasionally slipped it down between my lips for more moisture. I could see that Brandon was getting hard in his pants, and the more obvious it became, the more excitedly I started working my clit.

Increasing the pressure and moving my fingers back and forth across my clit had me gasping as pleasure spiked through my body. My body was on fire, and I could feel my juices running down over my anus. I briefly considered slipping a finger in my ass, but I didn't want to give something that major away for free! I moved my left hand to my breast and squeezed it before pulling savagely on my nipple while I used the fingers of my right hand to continue the assault on my clitoris.

Brandon adjusted his cock in his pants. I don't know whether he was even aware he'd done it, as his eyes never left my pussy. The movement drew my eyes though, and it presented me with a clear indication of how hard his long, thick shaft was at that moment. I released my breast and used the fingers of my left hand to spread my bald pussy lips, while my right started flickering rapidly back and forth over my love button. I was getting very close to cumming. I bit down on my lip, gasping as jolts of electricity spiked out from my clit, and my stomach did delightful flip-flops.

With a final flurry of my fingers, I came. I exploded, tipping my head back, my thighs clamping together to trap my fingers.

"No, leave them spread!" Brandon urged frantically. I whimpered, suddenly feeling painfully exposed and vulnerable, but I still spread my legs for him, leaning forward to see what he was seeing. Even though I was still lying down, my legs felt wobbly, and I could feel my pussy clenching and releasing with my orgasm, while Brandon sat and watched intently. My fingers were messy with my juices and I nearly sucked them clean, but instead I wiped them on my nipples and teased them a little.

"All done, time for you to go," I told him, closing my thighs together again. He stood up, his cock straining against his athletic shorts. God, I wanted to rip them down and suck him. I didn't, though. It went against the unspoken rules of our game. Nothing ever happened beyond the dare itself.

I went on a date with Mike that night. Even though I'd had a powerful orgasm, it hadn't done anything to suppress my desire. If anything, it had just stoked it even more. I mean I'd cum, but I hadn't had a real live cock inside me in like, forever!

We had a nice dinner then went to catch a movie. I made sure we sat in a nice isolated part of the theatre where we wouldn't be too closely observed, then I teased him mercilessly throughout the entire movie. When I had my hand in his pants stroking him toward the end of the film, his pre-cum was seeping freely, and I rubbed it over the head of his cock.

"Someone's a bit keen," he said to me with a grin while the credits rolled.

"Um, yeah, I guess I am a bit," I giggled.

"Maybe we should find somewhere quiet to park the car then?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

We drove up into the hills overlooking the city and managed to find a parking spot that wasn't too close to another car.

I kissed Mike hungrily, my tongue darting all over his, and in and out of his mouth. His hand was on my breast, and I pushed it against him, needing the extra pressure on my nipple.

"Let me take my top off," I gasped as his fingers sought to tease my nipple through my bra and t-shirt. Moments later I was topless, and his hand was back on my breast, squeezing skin to skin.

"Suck my nipple, Mike," I begged him shamelessly, breaking the kiss again. His eyes met mine, a grin broke out on his face and he dropped his mouth to my tit, sucking my nipple deep inside. He pulled back, catching the nipple with his teeth as it nearly slipped out of his mouth. I groaned as he bit down lightly on it, surprised by the minor aggression, given how timid he'd been at previous times. I reached for his pants and tried to release them, but with him scrunched down to suck my tit, that wasn't happening.

I Dare You

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After a couple minutes of his working from one tit to the other and back again, I needed more: I wanted to suck him. My panties had long been sodden from teasing him throughout the movie, and I began wondering whether my jeans would start showing how wet I was if I didn't get out of them. I pushed him away from my breast and growled for him to get his pants off. While he was removing them, I removed mine. I was beyond waiting for him to take the lead: tonight, I wanted to fuck him.

It didn't take long until we both had our jeans crumpled in the car's footwells. Mike pushed his seat all the way back, and I quickly moved onto my knees atop the passenger's seat so I could lean over the handbrake and the centre console. I grabbed hold of his cock, loving how hard he was, then dropped my mouth to it, swallowing him eagerly. I moaned around him as his smooth skin glided over my tongue and filled my mouth. I sucked back up to the tip and then plunged down again, seeing how much of him I could get in my mouth. Turns out I took his entire cock into my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth. I felt one hand squeezing my tit again and his other probing between my legs. His fingers slipping inside me heightened my need for his cock.

I released him and clambered over to his seat, straddling him, grabbing his cock to guide it between my legs. I eased down over him, his rock-hard cock spearing up inside me, the warmth of his shaft filling me. God, I needed it. I rode him, sliding up and down, feeling him fill me every time I sat back down on his cock. I felt him thrust up into me as I came down, and we both groaned in pleasure at the increased force of our connection. My hands were on his shoulders, my tits dangling in front of him, and it wasn't long before he managed to work my left nipple between his lips. I thrust my chest at him, wanting more. He was so stiff inside me! I held myself off him for a while as he thrust up into my pussy repeatedly until he was warning me he was ready to cum. I wasn't on the pill, so I quickly got off, clambering about awkwardly in the confines of the split front seat until I was again kneeling on my side of the car. I took his cock in hand and sucked the head as I stroked his shaft.

He didn't last long after that. He gave a warning cry, and then erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his cum while wishing it had been exploding inside me. I really needed to do something about the pill.

In spite of how exciting it had been, I didn't manage to cum, and I ended up taking care of myself when I returned home. I mean, Mike offered and fingered me and all, but I just found the car wrong for some reason, and I didn't seem to be able to get off. Even thinking about my brother's massive cock hadn't helped.

Of course I texted Becky about the whole thing, and spent half the night sending her details.

In response, she sent me some new pics of my brother's dick. By now I don't think she even thought of it as weird. She just expected I'd be so impressed with the size that it wouldn't matter. I wasn't about to let her know she was right, even as I perved on the new pics,.

~~~~~~~

"So what's it going to be?" Brandon asked me, brandishing the peg I'd managed to snag him with a week or so later. I'd been giving it plenty of thought, but I'd gotten worried that if I kept going down the path I had been, we'd end up fucking. And as appealing as mounting his amazing cock was, he was still my brother. Sure, I'd fondled him and watched him cum, but if we continued along the same path, we'd cross a very different line.

"I dare you to drink heaps of water, then when you need to pee really badly, get yourself hard and go naked into the back yard, face me and piss while I watch. "

"Seriously?" he asked, clearly surprised.

"Yep, seriously."

"Why on earth would you want to watch that?"

"Just to embarrass you," I laughed. "Or do I win the game?"

"Oh hell no, you don't win. I'm just really surprised that's what you came up with. Don't worry, I'll get mine back."

The weekends seemed to have become the default time for us to complete our dares, just because it was the usual time we were left alone together without the parentals around. I didn't like having to wait, but I didn't have a choice. As soon as Mum and Dad were out of the house Saturday morning, I wanted to wake Brandon up to start feeding him water. I was kind enough to give him an hour though, so he could sleep in a bit. I wasn't going to wait forever, though.

"Come on sleepy head, it's dare time," I announced when I finally gave up on him waking of his own volition.

"You know, just once it would be nice to sleep until I woke up on my own," he grumbled. "I've got football later today, and I could really use the sleep."

"Well if you have football, you'll want to be nice and hydrated, won't you?" I countered, moving to perch on his bed with a bottle of water in hand.

"Right now, I need to get rid of some water, not take more in."

"No, you need to wait until you're about to burst, remember?"

"For crying out loud!" he moaned, but he accepted the water I waved at him. I watched happily as he drank it. "For some reason, I thought I'd be allowed to pee in the morning and then build up to this ridiculous dare."

"Now where would the fun be in that?" I laughed at him. "And don't forget, you have to get yourself nice and hard before you pee."

"I might need some help with that," he moaned as he passed me back the empty bottle.

"Oh, I'm sure you can manage, just tug on it."

"You're heartless," he complained.

"You work on the erection, and I'll get you some more water," was all the help I offered him with a giggle. When I returned, he was wearing a t-shirt and boxers and sitting in bed stroking his cock through his underwear. I passed him the water and watched while he drank it. Well, I say I watched him drink, but mostly I found myself staring at his massive boner. My body was responding to the sight of it, and it was hard not to reach out and stroke him. I had to remind myself why I had him doing this silly dare... so I wouldn't cross a line.

"Okay, that's it, I seriously can't keep doing this," Brandon moaned five minutes later. He was standing up, walking around quickly, and I could tell he really did need to relieve his bladder.

"Alright, time to do it then," I accepted. "Naked, remember?"

"I'll undress in the living room," he told me. We walked through the house and he stripped once we were in the living room. He wasn't all that hard, though.

"Looks like it needs a bit of encouragement again," I pointed out.

"Hey, erections and pissing are kind of counter-intuitive to each other, you know," he complained.

"Oh come on, I'm sure you can manage it," I laughed. "Here, I'll help you out a bit." I whipped off my t-shirt so I was standing in front of him in my DD bra and teased my tits, squeezing and manipulating them, almost spilling them from the cups. Brandon's reaction was almost immediate. His cock swelled and rose again. I grinned and told him to go do his thing.

He opened the door to the deck, and I followed him out. He went beyond the deck to the lawn, but I chose to stand at the edge and watch, slipping my bra-straps from my shoulders while he walked away from me. He turned to face me, and I pulled the cups of my bra down so he could see my tits. I'm not sure why I chose to do that for him given how strict I'd been on the rules the other times, but I guess I wanted him as hard as he could possibly be while he peed.

Brandon groaned, holding his cock with one hand. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back a little and I waited. I wanted to urge him on, but figured he didn't need the distraction, so I stayed silent. And then he was peeing.

He pissed for ages! No wonder he'd been grumpy! I just watched as the piss flowed from his cock and splattered on the lawn. When he finished, he gave his cock a bit of a shake and then walked around where he'd been peeing to come back onto the deck. I restored my bra and headed inside.

"That was fun!" I declared.

"That was freaking weird," he disagreed. He grabbed his clothes without bothering to dress and kept going to his room.

That afternoon I went with Becky and Mike to watch Brandon play football, and then the four of us went to a party to celebrate the team's win. When I clambered out of the Uber that Brandon, Becky and I had shared to go home, I couldn't believe it. The blasted golden peg was attached to my skirt!

"Dirty fucker!" I accused Brandon when we were inside, and Becky was using the toilet.

"I had a feeling you'd be distracted tonight, and you certainly wouldn't be expecting it so soon after this morning," he crowed triumphantly. "But I think I'll let you sweat about what the dare is going to be. I'll tell you tomorrow... well, maybe."

I was left with a nervous feeling in my stomach. Something told me Brandon might not have the same hesitation against crossing lines that I had. If he asked for something from the far side of the line, I'd have to decide how far I was willing to go.

~~~~~~~

"Sooo," Brandon opened up the conversation with when he came to sit with me on the couch. I all but held my breath, waiting for him to tell me what the dare was going to be. "I guess you're wondering what little dare I've come up with?"

"The thought may have crossed my mind, brother dear."

"Dear? Well maybe, it depends on what you think about what I'm thinking. I figured you'd probably be expecting some sort of retaliation, you know, like having you pee the in the back yard? I thought about it. I even thought about making it worse for you by telling you to do it in the front yard... in broad daylight, with your panties still on."

My face must have given away my terror at that suggestion, because he continued on pretty quickly. "I came up with a different idea, though. I dare you to make me cum with your hands and your mouth."

And there it was. The line. Suddenly I was being asked to do something more than just show off my body. I was being asked to participate, to do something overtly sexual. With my brother.

"I'll give you an hour to think about it," he said, and left me sitting dazed on the couch, unable to form a coherent response. His cock was obviously hard as he stood up, and I'm not sure how that sight might have impacted my decision. I took the entire hour, thinking about all the things Becky had told me about how epic it was when my brother came in her pussy or all over her tits. I thought about how fucking huge his cock was, and how much I got off on seeing it.

When he returned, I said I'd do it. We agreed it would happen Saturday morning again, when Mum and Dad would head out to do the weekly grocery shopping and walk. I think that long delay was a mistake. By the time Saturday came around, I was a nervous wreck. I shouldn't have had given myself so much time to fret about it.

As soon as I our parents had left, I went into his room. I'd decided if there was going to be any mess, he could be the one to deal with it afterwards. I'd pulled on a plain t-shirt and a pair of cut-off denim shorts for the 'event'.

Brandon was still sleeping. I couldn't believe he wasn't as awake and wired as I was! I gave him no sympathy and woke him the moment I'd entered, telling him to go pee so I could get it over and done with.

I waited restlessly in his room until he returned. He sauntered back in as naked as he'd left, his cock swinging beautifully, already half erect. I assumed that was from his anticipation of what was about to happen. I had him lay down on his bed and I sat down on his desk chair. I wheeled it over to his bed and had him rest his legs on the chair arms so I could get in nice and close to his cock, which was lying flat against his belly. I reached out and pulled its head toward me until his shaft was vertical. I held the base with my left hand and gently stroked the top with my right, feeling it swelling as I did so. That was so cool, feeling him grow in my hands as I worked it over. I realised that in the few seconds since I'd first touched him, I'd lost all hesitation about doing it. I wanted to! And besides, I'd figured out another loophole. I glanced from his cock to his face, finding him staring intently at my hands on his cock.

"It's so big, Brandon," I purred as it grew to its full extension. I moved both hands in unison, sliding the soft skin over the rock-hard shaft beneath.

I leaned in close, my mouth hovering over the swollen head of his circumcised prick, and let saliva cascade down my tongue to drip onto him, then I moved my right fist up, and twisted it around, lubricating the top of his dick before sliding it back down as I drooled on it some more. Brandon groaned as my hand teased the head of his cock.

"Don't forget to use your mouth," he moaned.

"Don't worry, I won't," I grinned at him eagerly and leaned in close enough that he'd feel my cool breath on the wet head of his cock. I poked my tongue out and almost licked the slit, but didn't, teasing him instead, with a tight fist twisting around the head again. I grinned at the frustrated groan resulting from my tease.

"I bet Becky's lips look good sliding up and down this cock," I said to him, "I know she loves sucking it because she told me. Did you know she tells me everything she does with you? She loves to brag about how full she feels when you fuck her in her bald little Asian pussy. She also told me you cum like a geyser. Is that what you're going to do for me, Brandon? Are you going to cum for me like Old Faithful? Will your cum hit the ceiling?"

I was stroking him hard and fast as I spoke, and I could tell he was already close to losing it. I kept spitting between my comments, so my hands were well lubricated as they slid up and down his engorged length.

"Did you know Becky once wanted to kiss me in front of you, just to tease you? Do you think it would be hot to see your sister kissing your girlfriend? I'm not sure if I could do it or not, but she's so sexy, isn't she?"

"Oh fuck, I'm so close, Sarah," Brandon gasped.

"Are you going to cum in your sister's mouth Brandon? You're so fucking kinky, getting your sister to do this to you. I bet you'd just love to fill my mouth with your hot salty cum, wouldn't you?"

I held my mouth wide open, so close to his cock head that there was no way his cum would miss. He gave a final grunt and his body shook. He thrust his cock at my hands and I quickly moved my head away and pointed his cock back over his torso. He erupted, shooting cum so far that it hit the headboard of the bed next to his head. He thrashed about, clearly not having expected me to aim his hose at him. The next jet was headed straight for his face, and he tipped his head back in a hurry. It hit him on the chin! The subsequent spurts lacked the power of the first two, and ropes of his seed landed over his torso.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out as I released his cock to fall flat against his abdomen again. "You were supposed to use your mouth," he complained, as he inspected the mess I was leaving him with while I stood up.

"I did. All those dirty things I said helped you to cum. That was using my mouth. You never specified I had to touch you with my mouth."

"Fuck, you and your loopholes!" he moaned. I just giggled and left the room, wiggling my ass at him from the doorway.

I fully expected that the next time he was daring me I'd be sucking on his cock, and having gone as far as I had I didn't think I'd mind at all, but it was so worth seeing the look of frustration on his face! I still felt like I'd crossed a line, though. I hadn't just been watching, I'd participated in his orgasm. I'd given him his orgasm.

I wasn't sure what I'd ask him to do next. What I did know was that I needed to get myself off. I slipped back into my room and had my way with my hairbrush, the whole time picturing my brother's cock erupting and wondering how it would feel to have it splatter my insides.

~~~~~~~

I was torn as to what I'd dare Brandon to do the next time I managed to peg him. I'd managed to stave off anything more intimate than stimulating his cock, but it was pretty clear it wouldn't be long until he asked me to cross that line. I wasn't entirely sure how I would respond in that moment. If I was honest with myself, my competitive streak would likely see me cross it. The thought of him lording it over me that he'd won the game could possibly be too much to bear. I'd worry about that when the time came.

In the end it was Becky who gave me the inspiration for what to do. I had to peg him first, though. One challenge at a time. He was spending a lot of time with Becky and not at our house, which made it harder because he wasn't around all that much. After two weeks of trying, I managed to get him when he was having breakfast one morning. He wasn't really awake, and I arrived to see him sitting almost falling asleep in his cereal at the table. I slipped in behind him and attached the peg to the hem of his t-shirt. I stepped away far enough that he wouldn't find me directly behind him and continued into the kitchen to get some milk from the fridge.

"Hey Brandon, how's things?" I asked him.

"Sarah! I'm fine thanks" he said in shock. He immediately started checking his clothing and growled when he found the peg hanging off the back of his t-shirt. "Though maybe not as fine as I thought," he added with a laugh.

"You were so out of it, it was too easy for once," I said with a grin.

"And when am I going to find out what the dare is?"

"Hey kids," Mum said entering the kitchen.

"Not yet," I whispered to Brandon. "Hey Mum."

"Morning Mum," Brandon greeted her, looking frustrated.

I was the first one that had to leave for school and took great delight in leaving Brandon at the table with Mum while he was none-the-wiser about what my plans for him were.

That evening I received some pictures from Becky. She was giving my brother a blow-job. I wondered if Brandon knew what Becky did with the pictures they took. I wondered if he believed me when I told him that she told me everything they did together. I mean, he wasn't identifiable from them, it was mostly just his massive cock stretching her mouth wide, but he was obviously the one taking them. I'd moved beyond acceptance of receiving such pictures from Becky to enjoying them, and it gave me an idea for my dare.

~~~~~~~

"Hey Bro, ready to hear your dare?" I asked Brandon as we sat and watched television together later that week.

"About time," he grumbled.

'Okay, here it is. I dare you to let me hide in your closet and watch you fuck Becky." I watched him carefully for his reaction. His eyes widened, but his expression quickly changed and told me he was excited by the prospect.

"Done," he replied without any quibbling at all.

"Any idea when we could make it happen?" I asked, surprising myself with how eager I was.

"Probably tomorrow night," he suggested. "We were going to grab a movie, but I'm pretty sure it won't take much effort to talk her into coming here for a quick romp before I take her home for the night."

"Awesome. You could message me when you're on your way, and then I could be in your closet in plenty of time to watch."

"Pretty kinky, Sis." he suggested, the statement laced with admiration and appreciation.

"You can talk, you'll be the talent for this little porn show," I laughed.

I can't begin to describe how excited I was that night, sitting at home waiting for the message to come through from Brandon. I. I spent my time scrolling through some of the photos Becky had sent me and ended up fingering myself while I waited.

Eventually my phone bleeped that there was a message. I checked it and it was from Brandon. On our way, it said. I gave them another ten minutes, knowing they'd be at least fifteen and then went and secreted myself in his closet. I'd prepared it earlier so that I'd have space to stand in and made sure I could see his bed through the slats.

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It was probably only between five and ten minutes between my hiding in the closet and their arrival, but it seemed like an hour. Finally, they came into the room holding hands. If I'd been wet from anticipation before, I was practically dripping in my underwear when they entered. I watched Brandon turn to Becky and kiss her. Becky had her back to me, and Brandon's hands were cupping her butt as they kissed, squeezing and groping vigorously. As the kiss broke, he glanced over Becky's shoulder in the direction of the closet. I slipped the tips of a few fingers through the slats to give him a little wave. Becky squatted in front of him, attacking his pants.

"God, I need me some python," she moaned as she released Brandon's jeans. When she dragged them down, he was already rock hard. I wondered how much of that was Becky and how much of it was from knowing his sister was watching. Becky grabbed hold of him and started sucking. All I could see was the back of her head bobbing back and forth, though I could hear the slurping sounds as she slobbered all over him.

Brandon looked in the direction of the closet again and I felt like he was staring straight at me. I slipped my hand up under my skirt and down inside my panties, fingers seeking and finding my extremely moist slit.

After Becky had sucked him for a while, Brandon pulled Becky to her feet and grabbed hold of her t-shirt, pulling it off her. Her exposed back revealed the absence of a bra and I had a sudden desire to see her cute little tits.

Brandon pulled his own shirt off and to my delight, managed to turn side on, Becky moving with him so I could see them both in profile. He then kicked his shoes and pants away while Becky reached out and grabbed hold of his erection, tugging.

"Getting naked would be easier if you let go for a bit," Brandon suggested.

"Yeah, but it's my python and I like to play with it," Becky said with a laugh as Brandon nearly fell over.

It was almost funny seeing Brandon trying not to lose his balance as Becky refused to let go of his cock.

"I'm pretty sure it's my python actually, but I'm happy to let you play with it," Brandon laughed.

"That's good, because there's nothing I like better than riding our python," Becky purred, dropping her head to suck him briefly again. It was amazing how she could stretch her mouth wide enough to get around it. Brandon managed to get the second leg of his jeans off and kicked them away, pulling Becky from his cock again. He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off the floor and deposited her on his bed, her little tits jiggling delightfully as she came to rest.

Brandon unfastened her tight black jeans and grabbed hold of their cuffs and pulled them off her. It wasn't a smooth process because Becky's jeans were so tight, but they finally came off with a bit of wiggling, twisting and tugging. Her black thong was half pulled off as well, and Brandon made quick work of pulling that down her legs as well. I have to say Becky looked really hot laying naked on Brandon's bed, her bare mound exposed. Brandon knelt beside his bed and pushed Becky's knees apart. His head blocked my view, but it was clear that he'd started eating her pussy. Becky's head tipped back, and her hands went to her tits, fingers pulling on her nipples as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. I could see Brandon's long, fat cock and heavy balls hanging between his legs, and I had a sudden urge to step out of the closet, reach between his legs and take hold. I didn't though, I just plunged two fingers between my sopping wet lips and frigged myself.

Becky came with a thrashing arch of her back and a muffled cry of joy: muffled I suppose, so I wouldn't hear her from my room. And then Brandon mounted her, pushing his cock between her legs. I wished I could have seen better, but it was hot, regardless.

"I want to taste us," Becky moaned and pushed at Brandon's chest. He pulled his dick out and stood up. Once again, he was kind enough to stand so he'd be side on to me. I could see Becky's juices glistening on his cock as she took him back into her mouth. She took as much as she could (which left an impressive amount un-sucked) and held her head there, slobbering, saliva running down his shaft, which she took in both hands.

"Oh fuck," Brandon groaned as she released him.

"Lie down baby, I wanna ride the python," Becky demanded. She pulled him across her body to the other side of the bed and moved out of the way so he could lay on his back. Brandon's rock-hard cock laid flat against his stomach, and Becky climbed up and stood over him on the bed. Naked, she looked amazingly hot. Of course I'd seen her naked lots of times when we changed clothes together for one reason or another, but this time the fact that both she knew and I knew she was about to impale her wet, swollen pussy on my brother's python made all the difference. She squatted over him and then knelt, straddling him. I expected her to reach for his cock and guide it into her pussy, but she simply pressed down on his shaft and started grinding along the bottom of it, moving back and forth. I could imagine her labia spread either side of him, slipping and sliding, propelled by her hands on his chest.

"God, I love riding you," Becky groaned.

"Let me inside," Brandon groaned. "I want to feel that tight little pussy sliding up and down on my cock."

"In a minute," Becky replied, "Just let me have some fun first." She kept sliding her pussy back and forth along his cock and Brandon alternately reached up with his hands or mouth to pull or suck on her nipples.

"Now Becky, right now I'm going to fuck you," Brandon told her, taking her by the waist and lifting her up. He moved her aside, clambered up and told Becky to get on her hands and knees, then moved in behind her, once again considerately side-on to my viewpoint. I watched Becky throw her head back in pleasure when Brandon drove his thick cock between her lips. He pushed inside her slowly, then he pulled back and thrust forward. Becky cried out i and Brandon took her hips in his hands as he started working back and forth. I imagined his massive member between my own legs and how it would feel. My fingers were a poor substitute, but they were all I had with me. I brought them up to my clit and started sliding them around it, teasing and stimulating it as I kept watching the hot action on my brother's bed.

"Yeah, fuck me Brandon, fuck my little pussy," Becky demanded.

"So fucking tight Becky, God, I love being in your cunt! I want to paint you Becky, I want to spray cum all over your tits."

"No, cum inside me Brandon, I want to feel you spew your load inside me."

"Please let me cum on you," he groaned. "You look so fucking hot with cum all over this amazing body."

"Oh fuck, alright," Becky conceded. They kept fucking for quite a while until Brandon announced he was ready to lose it. Becky quickly dived forward and rolled over and Brandon took his erection in hand, pumping it rapidly. With a grunt and a moan of pleasure, he exploded, shooting his cum over Becky's tight little body. I rubbed my clit furiously and came just moments after my brother did, my body on fire. My legs shook and shuddered and I had to reach for the wall behind me to steady myself so I wouldn't fall out through the doors.

One bonus of Brandon cumming all over my friend was that she wanted to clean up quickly, so she didn't want to hang around cuddling on the bed. Brandon escorted her out of the room with a glance back toward his closet and me within it. As soon as they were gone, I slipped out and made a bee-line for my room. I wondered how much of my scent would linger in his closet after I'd cum in there.

I heard Brandon's car leave and went to bed, my mind on fire with the memories of what I'd just seen.

As with the other dares, nothing was even mentioned about it in the days that followed, but my brother and I exchanged some odd glances across the breakfast and dinner tables.

I went on high alert after that, sometimes going to ridiculous lengths to avoid being anywhere where Brandon could peg me.

I lasted an entire three weeks before he managed to get me. Mike was a happy beneficiary of both my willingness to be away from the house, and my desire to relieve my sexual tension.

~~~~~~~

When Brandon came into my room the following day, I was anxious to know how far he'd ask me to go.

"I dare you," he said after we'd dispensed with perfunctory greetings," to suck my cock and let me slide it and by it I mean my cock, between your tits until I cum in your mouth."

There. He'd now presented the line that for weeks I'd pondered crossing. My mouth on his cock receiving his cum. My lips sliding up and down his monstrous, gorgeous, wonderful cock. My decision about whether or not to swallow. The tit fucking was unexpected I had to admit, and if it had been only that, I probably would have agreed to it immediately.

"I need to think about it, Brandon," I said.

"I'll give you twenty-four hours," he told me. "After that you lose."

I'm not going to dwell on how tumultuous my thoughts were for those twenty-four hours. I oscillated between enthusiasm and concern. The concern was in essence that that it was my brother and whether there would be any way back if I regretted it afterward. The enthusiasm was that I thought the idea was fucking hot! Eventually I rationalised that I hadn't regretted anything we'd done so far, so I decided to say yes. To say that Brandon was pleased and excited when I told him, would be a gross understatement.

We agreed Saturday would be the day.

I was super nervous that morning, more nervous than I'd ever been, even before a date with a boy I really liked. For once I wouldn't be the one to initiate anything. I probably wouldn't be making many decisions, except for the one when his semen had spurted into my mouth. I left it to Brandon to come and find me rather than going to awaken him, as I had with previous dares. That didn't help with the nerves though, because even though I'd awakened early I couldn't go back to sleep, and I had no idea when he might come into my room. I also didn't want to do anything just to pass the time, so I just lay on my bed, hovering between anticipation and worry.

He must have set an alarm, because it was only about ten in the morning when I heard movement in the passage outside my room. I'd not bothered dressing for the day, because of his request to fuck my tits.

Without knocking... he didn't need to... Brandon cracked my door open and greeted me simply, "Hey there."

"Brandon," I responded neutrally. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and his cock was clearly erect at the prospect immediately before him.

"So, any thoughts on how we proceed?" he asked.

I had in fact given it some thought in the hours leading up to his entering my room, and I suggested that I sit on the edge of my bed while he stood in front of me. It would put him at a good height for me to suck him, though we'd likely have to adjust a bit for the tit fucking. I described my plan and sat on the edge of the bed. I removed my t-shirt so I was in just my panties, and Brandon advanced on me, dropping his boxers just inside the door. My eyes were glued to his cock as he took a couple steps across the room and stopped in front of me. I reached for his cock and wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, stroking him, wondering again at the size of it.

"Suck me, Sarah. I want to see your lips wrapped around my knob."

I looked up into his eyes even though he was focussed on my mouth, and I opened wide. I slipped my mouth over his knob, lips caressing him, tongue sliding under the head. He gasped and his eyes widened. I slid my lips down and back up again, tongue flickering over the tip before sucking him deep. I hummed as I sucked and allowed my saliva to flow down over his length, until I felt it on my fingers, which let me slide my hand up and down the bottom of his shaft while I twisted my head and sucked on the top of his cock. I kept working him and drooling down his cock until my hand was liberally coated. I cupped his balls with my other hand, and when my saliva made it that far, I decided it was probably time to try the tit-fucking thing he wanted.

"Time to slide your cock between my tits, Brandon?" I asked him, letting go of his cock to squeeze my big, firm boobs together.

"Fuck yes," he replied. He kind of squatted as I leaned forward, but the angles were wrong. After a few tries, we worked out that his sitting on the edge of my desk chair with my kneeling in front of him seemed best. Brandon lay his dick against my chest and I squeezed my tits around him. I moved up and down and drooled saliva down over it, holding my tits tightly around him. He was long enough that when he thrust up between them there was plenty of overreach for me to dip my head down to and suck. I kept at him like that for a while, tits mashed around his shaft, mouth working the top portion of his cock.

Brandon moaned and groaned, and I felt his hands in my long blonde tresses. He held my hair close to the roots, hands tight against my scalp. He didn't pull my hair so much as simply hold onto my skull, his rock-hard cock thrusting up into my mouth. I let him fuck my tits and mouth until he announced he was going to cum.

We forgot about the tits, and I let him thrust with my lips glued to the skin of his shaft until I felt him tense and give a final sprint, his cock totally rigid within the confines of my mouth. When I felt the first blast of hot, salty cum hit the back of my throat I opened my lips and he continued spurting into my mouth, but I let the cum run back down his cock. It trickled down his shaft and into my cleavage. I remained like that for what seemed ages of bliss as he blasted his load into my mouth over and over again.

When he was finally done, I pulled my mouth back, looked up at him and pumped his cock with my cum-soaked cleavage while he moaned in appreciation.

"Well that turned out a bit messy," I laughed.

"It was fucking amazing, Sarah," Brandon replied. He grabbed the box of tissues from my desk and passed a handful to me. I cupped them under my tits as he pulled his cock away and his seed slid down my body.

"Good. I'm going to shower." With that, I left the room for our shared bathroom. When I returned, Brandon was gone. As always, nothing more was said. While I'd showered I was once again left with the same thought I'd had after almost every one of Brandon's dares. What would I dare him to do next? Should I ask him to make me cum? Should I get him to eat my pussy, or was that something I should wait for him to dare me to let him do? I knew he did that, because I'd watched him eating Becky. I hadn't resolved what it would be by the time I'd left the shower, but as I dried myself, I had a fantastic idea, something that might even win me the game! But I had to peg him first, of course. Fortunately, I came up with an idea that might even make that easier.

A couple days after the dare, Becky came over to visit with me until Brandon came home from football later that night. We hung out and chatted and had fun like we usually do and then when he arrived home, we all sat in the living room to watch some television for a while. I made sure to have the peg with me. When the show we were watching was getting close to finishing, I knew it was time to make my move. They were clearly going to disappear the instant it was over, and I knew exactly what they were going to do. I'd sat on the opposite side of Becky so she was in the middle and the remote control was on the far side of Brandon. I wondered aloud what would be on next and then rather than have Brandon pass me the remote, reached across both of them. I crushed my tits against Becky's legs and reached with my hand, which put my face right near Brandon's crotch.

"Bloody hell Sah's, Anyone would think you were trying to eat your brother's cock the way you're going," Becky exclaimed.

"Oh, and you'd just love to watch that wouldn't you, ya perve!" I laughed, wobbling my tits against her legs. I couldn't quite retrieve the remote, so I wiggled across their laps until my tits were crushed into Brandon's crotch, and my crotch was against Becky's legs. Becky started spanking my ass with loud slaps, and I knew for sure Brandon would be watching her, so I clipped the golden peg onto the leg of his shorts before grabbing the remote and slithering back to my seat. Talk about hiding in plain sight!

I blew Becky a playful kiss.

"Careful, I might actually kiss you," she teased me. Brandon groaned.

"Can't go turning my brother on that much though," I laughed. "He might burst out of his shorts." Becky and I both looked at Brandon's crotch, where there were obvious signs of arousal. He grabbed a pillow to cover up and we laughed at him. No one said anything about how weird it was for me to be the one noticing his arousal, nor mentioned how it had been stabbing into my tits when I was crushed against him.

The show finished, and they disappeared pretty quickly.

"Shit," I heard Brandon say when he stood up. Becky was ahead of him and turned back.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just forgot I was supposed to do something for Dad. I'll have to do it first thing tomorrow." He was holding the peg in his hand and shook his head at me.

I quietly teased my pussy while I watched the next show. Im sure that upstairs they went at it like rabbits. My bottom was a little sore from Becky's spanking and to be honest, I was surprised that I liked the feeling.

Brandon came into my room later that night after he'd run Becky home.

"That was pretty sneaky Sis, I have to give you extra credit for that one," he laughed.

"Why thank you. I suppose you're here to ask about your next dare?"

"The thought had crossed my mind once or twice," he admitted.

"Well normally I'd leave you wondering, but this time I think I'll just leave you thinking about it, just like I'll be until it happens."

"I'm not sure that's a good thing."

"I dare you to suck your own cock for me. Until you cum."

"What?" he asked in shock.

"I know you can do it. You're sure as hell big enough that you can, so don't deny it."

"I've never tried," he claimed. I didn't believe him.

"Well then, you'll get to try something completely new then... unless I win the game that is."

"I'll think about it."

"Twenty-four hours."

"Sure." He left my room. For some reason the thought of watching him suck his own cock turned me on more than I'd expected. I masturbated properly then, giving myself an orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

Every time I saw Brandon after that, he had a weird look on his face. He could barely face me. I wished I'd thought of the dare earlier, it was the first time I felt that I'd really put him on the back foot, although his pissing in the back yard way back when had come close. I honestly thought that when push came to shove, he was going to decline. He proved me wrong, though. With an hour to go, he told me he'd do it the next time our parents were out. I couldn't believe how excited I was.

On Wednesday I received a text from Mum saying that she and Dad were off to some function for Dad's work, and that Brandon and I would have to fend for ourselves for the night.

By the time I got home, I was wet as all fuck.

"You got Mum's text?" I checked with him when he came home after football practice.

"Yeah," he said, decidedly less excited than I was.

"So..."

"Yeah, yeah, after I've showered, okay? Let me get that out of the way, then I'll do the dare."

I left him to it, as it was pretty clear that if I pushed too much, he wasn't going to be a in a happy place. When I heard the shower running, I pictured him in there, washing that monster cock, soaping it up and down until it was nice and hard. I doubt that's what he was doing, but it was fun to imagine. I played with my pussy while I did so. The crotch of my panties was sodden. I thought about changing them before the dare, but decided not to, since I was sure I'd need to afterwards.

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When Brandon left the shower, he called out for me to come to his room. I found him sitting on his bed, naked, his cock semi-erect, laying across his thigh. I don't think I'll ever tire of seeing that massive piece of meat.

"Sit there on my bed," he indicated, pointing to the end. I walked over and climbed on, sitting cross-legged, pushing my short denim skirt down into my lap to hide my panties from view. Maybe I should have changed them after all!

Brandon looked me up and down and I gave him an encouraging smile.

"No one ever knows, right?" he said.

"Of course; like every dare," I replied. He sighed, then took hold of his cock with his right hand, lifting it from his thigh and stroking it. I really did love watching it grow hard as he did it. He kept stroking until it was almost completely hard, then after glancing toward me, dropped his head toward his cock. His mouth opened and the head of his cock disappeared between his lips. I moaned in response. His lips sealed around the top of the shaft and his cheeks dimpled as he sucked.

I pulled my heel in against my pussy and rocked against it as I watched, pushing my skirt down to hide the action from Brandon's view even though he wasn't watching me. He was pumping his cock with his right fist while the left supported the base. I was impressed.

I couldn't help but think it wasn't the first time he'd done it. My suspicion had clearly been correct, that with a cock long enough for him to reach it with his mouth, he'd experimented.

"That's so fucking hot, Brandon," I encouraged him. He glanced my way and I lifted my hand away from my skirt. The denim rose enough to expose my damp panties. I wasn't sure if he noticed their state or not, but I liked to think that he did.

I watched him work himself over, his cock stiff, the veins standing out beautifully up and down the shaft and blood engorging it. He was clearly stimulating himself mostly with his fist rather than his mouth, but I wasn't about to criticise details when the overall effect was so good.

I was tempted to plunge a hand inside my panties to finger myself, but I held off. It was silly given how turned on I was, but it seemed that openly masturbating in front of Brandon was giving something away for free when he was the one completing the dare. That didn't stop me from soaking my panties, though. I could feel how wet they were on my heel as I kept rocking against it.

"I can't wait to see you blow your load Brandon, it's going to be so fucking hot," I purred.

He kept going until he reached the point of no return. I hadn't really given much thought to what he'd do when he exploded. I think I'd assumed that he'd cum into his mouth just like he'd expect a girl to do for him. Instead, he lifted his head, pumped his shaft and just as he exploded, thrust his cock forward and aimed it at me. He gave a cry of release and a rope of cum flew from the tip of his pulsing member. I gave a squeal of shock as it hit me on the chest, splatting against my t-shirt. The next pulse shot another rope at me. It didn't travel quite as far and landed on my skirt. The next landed on my bare feet, and then the last of his load was running down his cock and over his fist.

"Happy?" he asked.

"Very much so, that was amazing" I complimented him.

"Good, now pass me those tissues and you can be on your way," he said, dismissing me. I passed him the box from his desk and made my way out of his room. Within a minute, I was on my back on my bed plunging my hairbrush in and out of my pussy.

My orgasm was intense, and I cried out in ecstasy when it hit, not bothering to hold back. I'm pretty sure Brandon heard me, but I really didn't care. I'd been sorely tempted just to get myself off right in front of him, game be damned.

Things were wide open now. I wondered what his next dare for me would be.

~~~~~~~

I managed not to get pegged for two weeks, but I made the mistake of nodding off watching Netflix on the couch one night.

"Ready?" he asked me after gloating that he'd managed to peg me.

"Sure."

"Okay, I dare you to let me watch you fuck yourself in the pussy with a cucumber until you cum."

"Sure thing," I responded.

"Tonight?" he asked me.

"Are Mum and Dad going out?"

"No," he replied.

"Bit risky then isn't it?"

"Doesn't that just make it more fun?"

"Maybe," I laughed. "Okay, I'll do it for you tonight after dinner."

I made sure to raid the fridge during the day, stealing one of the two cucumbers in there. I figured that with my luck if I didn't get in early Mum would use them in a salad or something and by the evening there wouldn't be one to have sex with. I'd never tried fucking a vegetable before. To date fingers, cocks and hairbrush handles had been my only paramours.

When dinner rolled around, I had to laugh at the speed with which Brandon devoured his food. Just to be mean I slowed down instead, taking extra time to chat with Mum and Dad, and I could tell it was frustrating Brandon. It was so funny. To drag things out even longer, I helped with the dishes as well. Brandon ended up even helping once he realised the after-dinner clean-up would be completed more quickly if he pitched in.

We told our parents we'd be in our rooms, Brandon playing computer games and me watching Netflix. This wasn't unusual, and they didn't bat an eyelid. Brandon didn't speak until he'd followed me into my room.

"You're terrible, Sarah," he claimed as I rummaged in a drawer for the cucumber I'd hidden away.

"I don't know what you could possibly mean," I claimed, all innocent.

"Oh come on, you never talk that much or eat that slowly at dinner."

"Yeah, but don't you find the anticipation just makes it all the more worthwhile?" I asked him, turning to present the cucumber. I couldn't help but wonder how it compared to the size of my brother's cock. It was probably similar.

I stripped off my athletic tights and my black thong, then reclined on my bed and spread my legs.

"What about your t-shirt?" Brandon asked.

"You never said I have to be naked," I giggled. Brandon had given up protesting any loopholes that I took advantage of, and he accepted that he'd at least be watching me fuck myself with the vegetable.

He pulled my desk chair over to watch, and I began by rubbing the end of the cucumber against my pussy. I was already pretty wet, but it still took a few moments to get myself to the point where I could begin to insert it. I spread my lips with my left hand and rocked the free end of the cucumber back and forth until I'd wedged a good two inches inside me. Even that much of it felt like a lot, but there was a lot more to go. Brandon was just staring at the point where the vegetable disappeared between my pussy lips. It turned me on to see the lust on his face. I worked the bumpy dildo back and forth, in and out, sliding it deeper and deeper inside me until I could feel it pressing against my cervix. I then began working it in and out faster, feeling it fill and stretch me, the little bumps on its sides teasing me each time it glided inside.

Brandon was rock hard. His cock was straining at his shorts and he had to adjust himself several times.

"Uncomfortable?" I giggled when I saw him wrestling with the restrained python.

"Well it's pretty fucking hot," he replied.

"You say the nicest things sometimes, Brandon," I gasped, plunging the cucumber deep into my cunt again. As I kept working it, his hand lingered on his cock, kind of half-stroking it within his pants. I really wished I could watch him stroke it, but I knew better than to ask. If I did that, it was guaranteed that he wouldn't take it out. I thought maybe if he was turned on enough, he would of his own will, just to relieve the strain.

I pulled the cucumber from my pussy and Brandon immediately objected, "You have to do it until you cum!"

"I know, but I need to change positions," I explained. I rolled over and got my knees under me, lifting my butt off the bed, presenting my pussy back toward Brandon. I reached back and worked the cucumber once again into my pussy, pushing myself back against it even as I pulled it inside. I rested my head on the bed and reached between my legs with my left hand so I could rub my clit. I heard Brandon moan as the cucumber plunged back inside me. I could imagine what he was thinking. I was pretty sure it would be something about kneeling behind me and shoving that gorgeous fat cock inside his sister's pussy. It was what I was thinking at least.

I was so fucking horny! I worked my clit and pumped my pussy until I exploded and collapsed onto my bed. I looked over to where Brandon was sitting and sure enough, I found him with his cock out, pumping it, pre-cum glistening on the tip, lust scrawled across his face. He saw me watching and I couldn't read the expression that crossed his face. He appeared torn and his hand stilled on his cock.

"You don't have to stop if you don't want to," I said to him, rolling on my back and spreading my legs for him. My pussy was still twitching, probably not enough to be visible, but I was aware of it within myself, and there was no question it was visibly red and swollen from my pleasure.

Brandon didn't say anything, he just resumed pumping. I picked up the cucumber and slid it back inside my tight, post-orgasmic pussy. Brandon sat forward on his chair and aimed his cock at me as he exploded, just as he'd done when he'd sucked himself off. Cum splattered over my hand, the cucumber and my pussy.

"So fucking hot," he muttered before packing himself away and leaving. I was left to clean myself up, glad that our parents hadn't decided to pay any attention to what we were up to.

That night I lay in bed, once again pondering what I could dare him to do next. I was determined not to be the one to escalate the level of intimacy between us. Like, I wasn't going to dare him to stick his cock in my pussy, especially because that would be more like a reward for him. I finally decided to dare him to do something in public again. Yeah, that would work. I'd dare him to masturbate and cum in the back yard.

When it finally happened, it was a bit of an anti-climax. It was fun and it turned me on, but it was just a bit lame really, watching him beat off in the yard until he came. I felt like he was going to get me to do something much more intimate than I'd done to him, so I'd feel like I was behind on the non-existent tally board of the game.

It put me in an unexpected and distracted funk that turned even worse when he pegged me the following day because I wasn't paying attention.

"I dare you to let me watch you finger your ass and then stick a sharpie in it," he said to me with the most annoying shit-eating grin on his face. "You have to be completely naked and doggy-style when you do it too, with nothing covering you or hiding you from me." He was getting better at covering my loopholes. It had taken him long enough.

I'd never played with my butt. Becky had and she kept telling me I should give it a go, but the idea hadn't really turned me on. But I wasn't about to lose the game over it. At least it was just a finger and a sharpie. Shit, if he'd wanted to put his monster cock in there, he might have just won the game.

I wanted to make him wait until Saturday, but he again talked me into doing it while Mum and Dad were downstairs. He followed me into my room after dinner on the Wednesday night and watched while I stripped my clothes off for him. I'd given the performance a little bit of thought and knew that lube was going to be essential, so I had some ready to go. I climbed naked onto my bed and adopted the doggy-style position he'd stipulated. He stood kind of behind and to one side of me, and I was pretty sure it was so he could see my big tits as well, even though they ended up crushed onto the bed.

First I squirted lube on my finger, then I reached around and teased the entrance of my ass. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it felt surprisingly good. I started pushing and probing and soon my finger was just inside, probably only up to the first knuckle. It was enough to get Brandon moaning and when I glanced at his pants, he was already rock hard. I closed my eyes a bit, then as I wiggled and pushed with my finger, I found the tight ring of muscle resisting the penetration. After a while I took a deep breath, let it out slowly to relax and pushed with my finger, sliding it as far as possible inside that tight ring. I gave a surprised little gasp of pleasure at that. It felt good!

I heard a zipper and looked back to see Brandon fishing his cock out of his pants. I slid my finger in and out for a while and saw him start stroking his cock. God, it looked good

It was time for the sharpie. I took the one that I'd placed on my bed before dinner and lubed it up while Brandon kept gently stroking himself, pre-cum starting to glisten on the tip of his cock. I positioned the tip of the sharpie against my puckered little asshole... and pushed. It glided in quite easily, the shape perfect for thie unorthodox use. I pushed it deep, the pleasure surpassing any expectations I'd had of how it might feel. Brandon's hand was working his cock harder and harder, and I started sliding the sharpie in and out slowly, using my free hand to tease my clit.

Normally that would have been the end of the dare. I would have told Brandon I'd fulfilled my task and sent him on his way, but I was too horny! I kept going, and so did he. I worked my fingers rapidly back and forth on my clit and shoved the sharpie up my ass and came with a bitten-back squeal.

"Holy shit!' Brandon exclaimed when he saw my body shaking. He stroked twice more and then aimed his cock at me and exploded, shooting cum all over my ass.

"Hey!" I hissed in protest even though my heart wasn't really in it. There was something about the feeling of his warm cum splattering over my ass that turned me on.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly as cum drizzled from the end of his cock. "It was, um, just too hot." He stuffed his cock in his pants and abandoned me to clean up. As I did that, I came to a very quick decision as to what the next dare would be. Brandon had cracked the barn door a little, so I was going to kick it wide open.

Two days later I pegged him again. I made him wait forty-eight hours before I broke the news of the dare to him, though.

"So bro," I began when I had him alone in his room. "I dare you to finger your ass while you masturbate, and then stick a carrot up your bum and cum for me."

"What?" he asked reflexively, clearly shocked.

"If it's good enough for me..." I suggested. "Unless I win?"

"No way. Fine, I'll do it," he said quickly. He may have inflicted a sharpie on me, but I wasn't beyond escalating things to suit myself sometimes.

We did the self-buggery in his room. I sat on his chair and he lay on his bed, on his side, naked, his massive cock hard before he'd even touched his ass. I didn't know if he'd ever done anything like it before, but I figured he probably hadn't. I'd never met a jock yet who was confident enough in his sexuality to explore ass-play. (Not that I'd ever asked anyone, so maybe I was wrong.)

He began stroking his cock first, then pulled out some lubricant, squirting it over the head so his hand slipped and slid around it, then swirled his middle finger in it until it too was wet. He reached a little awkwardly around his body and I watched as his worked his finger inside his butt hole. He managed to get it in to the second knuckle, his other hand still stroking himself. He had his eyes closed, but his face didn't show any discomfort or disgust or anything.

"Now for the carrot," I purred, my heel pulled up firmly against my pussy. I was rocking against it, completely turned on by what he was doing.

"Fuck," was his only response. He had the carrot beside him on his bedside table and he grabbed it and the lube, making sure it was ready to penetrate his ass. He let go of his cock and used his right hand to lube the vegetable thoroughly before positioning it with the pointy end at his asshole.

"Pull your legs up," I suggested. He was lying on his side and drew his knees closer to his chest, and my view improved a little as he started pushing it inside. I watched as his ass opened up to take it in, and his balls contracted up against his body. His cock remained rock hard. I found myself wanting to help, to be the one either to drive the carrot in or to take hold of his cock, but I held back because it wasn't part of the dare. Hindsight, oh well. He pushed and wiggled the carrot until about half of it was buried up his butt, then he started stroking his cock again. He was biting back a moan, clearly turned on, and I could feel how wet my panties were against both my pussy and my heel. It wasn't enough pleasure for me. I plunged a hand inside my leggings and panties and played with my clit, rubbing it firmly as Brandon wanked.

When he neared orgasm, he grabbed a bunch of tissues and used them to catch his seed. I quickly pulled my hand from my panties with a sigh and sucked my fingers clean as he pulled the carrot from his ass. I left him to his clean-up and fled to my room where I made friends with the sharpie again, pushing it in my ass as I got myself off.

~~~~~~~

I wondered what the next dare would be. As we didn't ever talk about the dares other than to declare them, I had no idea how Brandon felt about my making him stick the carrot up his bum. He hadn't been that keen in our initial discussion, but maybe he'd enjoyed it enough to change his mind. After all, it wasn't like he'd gone soft and couldn't cum during the experience.

As always, I stressed myself out with the desire to find out what the next dare would be and with making it as hard as possible for Brandon to peg me.

He took a leaf out of my book though, and he used Becky to cheat. He never told her why or what the consequences would be, but one afternoon about four days later, he asked her to fasten the peg somewhere hard to find on my clothes while she was over visiting us. We had a long argument about whether I should even have to go through with the dare and whether the pegging counted or not, but in the end, I conceded on the condition that I was now allowed to use a proxy as well. Brandon agreed to a single instance, and we ruled out any further use of them.

When we had that sorted, he came out with his dare. "I dare you to tongue kiss another girl at the party this Saturday night. And I have to get to see you doing it." With his dating Becky it wasn't unusual for us to end up at the same parties, and it wasn't like I'd never done it before, I just didn't make a habit of it. Like, I'd never kissed Becky, butI'd done it to tease a boy I liked a couple of timesrather than say having done it for my own pleasure (even though I have to confess to enjoying it on the rare occasions I did so).

"Done," I replied. Brandon left the room, and I wondered who I'd be kissing. There were a few obvious choices. There were a couple of openly bi girls who would probably be there, and a couple of party girls that would do it for fun, so I had options; I decided just to see how things went down on the night.

Becky came over to our house before the party, and we dressed together and put our make-up on in my room, leaving Brandon to his own devices.

I put on a black skirt that fell almost to my knees, and that flared beautifully if I chose to spin. I paired it with a simple pale blue t-shirt and ankle-boots. Becky opted for ultra-hot slut mode in a skin-tight dress with a hemline that hugged but barely covered her butt. It had a scooped neckline, and the open back plunged almost to the crack of her ass.

"Good God, you'll be swimming in drool tonight," I laughed when she posed for me.

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"And I bet your brother's salami is going to be pretty evident too. Should make all the other bitches jealous," she replied with a grin.

"Oh, that's the game, is it?" I asked.

"Yep," she giggled. "You should find your own salami-bearer, then you could join in."

"I have Mike, remember?"

"Well yeah, but he can't make it tonight, and you need salami!" I just rolled my eyes at her.

We went downstairs for some pre-party drinks with Brandon, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head. He didn't manage much in the way of conversation, either. He took Becky, kissed her and pretty much just held her tight to him with his no doubt hard cock pressed against her backside while Becky and I kept chatting.

The party turned out to be a pretty good night, though I spent a lot of it scoping out my options for a pash. Brandon was pretty good, only mentioning the dare quietly a couple of times in case I'd forgotten. I was kind enough not to rip his head off.

It was getting late, I was feeling a bit drunk, and Brandon and Becky were actually apart for a brief moment as he caught up with some of his football buddies and I danced with Becky. He kept glancing our way, and I had a flash of inspiration. I pulled Becky in nice and tight to me, loving the feel of her crotch grinding against my thigh. Over Becky's shoulder I could see Brandon watching us, and the look on his face was perfect. Knowing she'd have no worries with it, I slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her lips to mine, giving her a long, wet tongue kiss, much to the delight of everyone within sight.

"Wow, what was that for?" Becky asked with a grin when the kiss ended. Given I'd shut her down the only time she'd suggested it before, I couldn't blame her.

"Just helping you out with the jumbo salami," I giggled. Becky laughed appreciatively and we both turned to look at Brandon, who was having a hard time trying to adjust himself discretely. Becky watched her boyfriend struggle and giggled, "Thanks! I hope that's not the last time you kiss me."

"We'll see," I said, not ruling it out. After all, who knew what Brandon might dare me to do to her.

~~~~~~~

The obvious next dare would have been for me to get Brandon to pash a guy for me, but to be honest, other than likely upsetting his machismo, I wasn't really interested in seeing that. What I did want was his cock, and I wanted it bad. I was getting to a point where I really wanted to feel it split me open, but I was determined not to be the one to escalate things to the point of sex. That didn't mean that I couldn't be the pleasured beneficiary of a dare, though.

"Hey Brandon, I dare you to eat my pussy until I cum," I said to him casually. We were sitting together on the living room couch as he was taking a drink a day after I'd next pegged him.

He sputtered and coughed, spraying his drink from his mouth. I laughed so hard I fell off the couch.

"Really?" he finally managed.

"Yep, it's about time you put that filthy mouth of yours to good use."

"Filthy?"

"Yeah, you swear so much! You should hear yourself when you're gaming. Fuck this, fucking that. You're a regular potty mouth." I looked to his crotch and sure enough, the thought of getting to eat my pussy was clearly working its magic on him, despite the fact that my demand for oral had caught him by surprise.

"When?" he asked me. It was late and Mum and Dad had gone to bed.

"If you're up for it, right now," I replied. His eyes widened as I pushed my leggings and my thong down to my ankles, pulled both garments off of one foot and spread my legs nice and wide for him.

Brandon rose from the couch to kneel before me on the floor. I watched as he rested his hands on my parted thighs and moved in close to my bald pussy. He took a few moments as if inspecting me, like he was trying to burn the closeup image into his mind. I saw his tongue poke out and felt it touch down on my slit. He started slowly, sliding it up and down, barely penetrating between my lips and not making any contact with my clit at all. It felt wonderful, regardless. If he wanted to tease me, I'd happily enjoy what he offered. So long as I ended up cumming, he could take as long as he wished.

His tongue bathed my lips and then finally slipped up and over my clit. God, I love that feeling. He experimented a little before settling into a rhythm, his tongue pushing against my clit and licking up and down.

I delighted in the feeling and rode his tongue until I felt that delicious tension reaching its peak. I came with my forearm jammed against my mouth to keep from screaming out how good it felt. My legs shook and my belly fluttered in pleasure.

"Mmm, thank you," I sighed happily as he stood up. "See you tomorrow." I pulled my leggings and thong all the way off and walked up the stairs half naked, knowing without looking that his eyes were glued to the sight of my naked butt flexing with each stair. At the top of the stairs I pulled my t-shirt off and kept walking so he'd know I was naked but couldn't see my wondrous DD boobs. He must have been so fucking hard!

~~~~~~~

During the couple of weeks those last few dares had taken, my relationship with Mike had deteriorated with my distraction. I'd been spending too much time with my brother or thinking about him and I'd neglected my kinda boyfriend. I was left with a choice. Should I try to salvage what I had with Mike, or just give it up and go back to being single, but further my increasingly dirty playtime with my brother?

Given that Brandon and Becky still seemed to be hitting it off, I decided I should give Mike a chance. After all, he was a genuinely nice guy and certainly excellent boyfriend material.

Having made the decision, I invited him over to meet my parents and we had a lovely meal at home. I even managed to avoid looking at my brother's groin, making innuendos or anything else that might give away the lust that kept insinuating its tendrils past my defences.

Brandon took full advantage and managed to hang the peg on me during dinner. Worse, Mike was the one that found it. I had to explain to him the childhood version of the stupid game we played, and the chores that we did for each other when we were pegged.

"So you peg your brother?" he asked me when we were alone later on, using the term I'd used when telling him about the game.

"Yep."

"You know what pegging a guy really means, don't you?" he asked.

"What like something other than hanging a peg on him?"

"Yeah, it has a sexual meaning as well."

"Um, no, what else does it mean then?" I asked, embarrassed that I didn't already know.

"It's... um... when a girl fucks a guy up the bum with a strap-on," he said hesitantly.

'Oh my GOD!" I quickly tried to recall whether there was anyone that I'd told in the past seven years or so that I'd pegged my brother. Fortunately, I didn't think there was. How fucking embarrassing! Mike just laughed.

"So much for a childish game," he said.

"Well I'm glad you were the one to tell me. How come you know this, anyway?"

"One of the guys was making fun of someone one day and it just came up."

"Not something you've tried then?"

"Er, no," he laughed.

"Want to?"

"Ewww no!' he replied emphatically.

"Chicken!" I accused him.

"Would you actually want to?"

"Well it would be funny, but probably not really," I replied, not letting on that the thought of doing it to my brother had gotten me instantly horny. I grabbed Mike's crotch and squeezed gently. He wasn't even remotely hard. "Just checking. I guess you're telling the truth, then," I giggled. He pulled me in for a kiss. I kept playing with his cock through his pants until he was nice and hard for non-pegging reasons, and then I dropped to my knees and pulled him out. I sucked him off behind the closed door of my bedroom, the whole time thinking about how much fun it would be to bend my brother over and fuck him up the bum with a fake cock. The thought of it stirred my arousal no end and I needed more to do more than suck a cock, I needed it in my cunt. I pushed Mike back on my bed and ripped his pants off him. I scrambled out of all my own clothes and climbed on top of him before he could even get his top off. I sank down on his wonderfully engorged cock and sighed as it slipped inside my pussy. We both groaned as I began working enthusiastically toward satiating my desire.

Mike grabbed hold of my hips and thrust up to meet my downward plunges. Happily, he seemed as eager to ram himself inside me as I was to receive him. I put my hands on his shoulders, my blonde hair hanging about his pleasure-contorted face.

"Yes, fuck me hard, Mike," I urged him as he continued to meet me, the sound of our bodies slapping together daringly loud in my bedroom.

"Doggy," I urged him suddenly, my mind flicking back to the imagined scene that had gotten me so horny to start with. I quickly moved to my hands and knees, and Mike scrambled around behind me, shoving his cock back in my sopping pussy. I thought about being Mike, about having a big strap-on cock in front of me while Brandon assumed the position I was in, his massive cock hanging hard with full balls swinging beneath him while I plunged the toy up his ass. I came hard, my pussy clutching at the cock within me, body shaking and shuddering in pleasure. Mike gave a cry of delight and held his cock deep inside me as he too came, his seed pumping deep in my womb. Starting on the pill had been a good decision.

"I don't know what came over you just now, but I like it," Mike said with a grin as we lay together, cuddling in my bed.

"Just suddenly horny for my man," I sighed in pleasure, the feel of his warmth about me safe, secure and intimate. His fingers traced circles around my nipple and I felt his lips on my neck.

Long after Mike left for home, I remembered that feeling. Working on the relationship had been the right decision. Someday I was going to fuck my brother, of that there was no longer any doubt. It was only a matter of time. But that would just be fucking him. Mike, I could love. I could have a relationship with him, marry, have kids. My brother was a delightful distraction, a taboo tease. I wasn't going to give him up, but I'd never build a life with him.

~~~~~~~

"I dare you to let me rub my naked cock against your naked pussy and cum on it," Mike said to me the next day, when we were alone.

"No penetration," I said, confirming that was his intent.

"No penetration," he agreed.

"Done." He was rock hard.

The instant we next had the house to ourselves, Brandon came for me. I was sunbaking in the back yard in my bikini.

"Right here?" I asked as he approached, his cock clearly straining against his pants.

"Well I was thinking inside, but if you want, we can do it here."

"It's too nice to be inside, let's get freaky in the yard," I grinned. "how do you want me?"

"On your back, bum on the edge of the sun lounge," he said. I wriggled my bikini bottom down my legs and swung around so that I was across the lounge, perpendicular to the usual way you lay on it. It was kind of awkward, so Brandon arranged another lounge beside it so that I was able to prop myself up on my elbows across the two lounges.

Brandon pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts before going to his knees between my legs.

"Fuck, you're sexy, Sarah," he muttered as he stared at my bald pussy.

"You don't look so bad yourself swinging that baseball bat around," I replied. Even as I spoke, he took it in hand and rubbed the head against my pussy lips. Having not had any warning or time to anticipate what was coming I wasn't wet, but I was getting excited quickly. I watched as Brandon stroked the shaft of his cock and he held the head against my slit, nudging it gently up and down. The temptation to pull him into me was real. Even an inch of readjustment would have the head splitting my lips. The thought made me groan. I yanked my bikini top aside, one cup then the other, exposing both breasts. Brandon's eyes lit up in delight and I tweaked a nipple, pulling it hard, enjoying the almost painful pleasure. He leaned in, and the head of his cock slipped up and over my clit, the shaft following. Brandon rocked back and forth, his shaft sliding over my lips and clit. It was a massive tease, like being fucked without actually being fucked. I reached down and wrapped a hand around the head of his dick, which was wet with precum. I twisted my fist around him, and he thrust harder, groaning.

With his cock sliding up and down and my fist holding the head of his cock, it must have felt to him as though we were actually fucking. Brandon gave a cry and pulled back, the head of his cock slipping from my grasp. He stroked himself rapidly, aiming it at my pussy as he exploded and sent a rope of cum splashing against my bald lips and then cresting up over my belly. He sat back, panting and looking down at the mess he'd made on my body. He looked like the cat that ate the cream.

I slid my hand down from my breast and over my cum-coated belly. I stirred my fingers through the warm sticky mess and then down to my pussy lips. I played with my clit, stroking it with my cummy fingers. I pushed two of them inside myself, loving the glazed look of bliss on my brother's face. Dragging my fingers back up, I worked my clit again, playing and teasing, stoking my pleasure, but also showing off. It was the first time Brandon had hung around after the dare was completed. Of course, it was also the first time I hadn't simply upped and left. Normally I'd rush off and see to myself in my room, but that time I was too horny to wait even that long. I remained where I was, playing with myself, very aware that my brother's cock, spent but still iron hard, remained only a few inches away from my pussy, bringing myself ever-closer to orgasm. It didn't take me long to explode with glee. When it was clear that I was spent, but that I wasn't going to do anything else despite leaving all my charms on display, Brandon pulled his shorts back on and left me to myself. I took a few moments to bask in the sun, my brother's cum drying on my pussy.

~~~~~~~

I'd never spent more time thinking about my brother's cock than I did over the next few days. Even when I'd first seen and felt it, I'd not obsessed about it that much. I kept thinking about the feel of his cock rubbing against my lips and sliding over my clit, and how close it had been to penetrating me. I needed to get him with the peg (I was already starting to drop my references to pegging after Mike had told me what it meant).

I think Brandon was distracted as well, because it only took two days for me to get him. I let him stew overnight about what I was going to ask him to do, then went and saw him in the morning.

"I dare you," I said, pausing for effect, " to lay on your back naked while I do whatever I want for ten minutes."

"What does whatever you want constitute?" he asked me.

"Nothing that will cause you pain or that you won't like," I told him.

"So why can't you tell me what it is?"

"Because I don't want to," I said.

"Okay fine, but remember, whatever you're plotting I'll learn from, and when I peg you next, I'll have a chance to get even," he warned me.

"As if I didn't know that," I laughed.

I wasn't actually planning anything sinister, but I thought it might build the tension and anticipation a bit if I didn't tell him. I wanted him a little worried rather than getting excited.

When Saturday rolled around, I could tell my plan was working. Brandon was up early with no prompting from me, and he was clearly wondering about what was going to happen when we got together. Rather than rush to him, I waited for him to come to me.

"Okay, we need to get this done, Sarah," he said to me. "I have to get ready for the game this afternoon. "

"Okay, let's go up to my room then," I replied.

"No pain, right?" he asked as he stripped down and laid down on my carpeted floor. "And nothing that's going to like mark me when I undress in the locker room today?"

"No pain, no marks," I assured him. I pulled my phone out and ostentatiously set the timer for ten minutes, then started it. Ideally, he'd have been erect from the start, but clearly whatever he was anticipating, it wasn't enough to get him hard. However, I knew how to quickly rectify that. Not wasting a moment, I stripped completely naked and knelt beside him. His cock was already hardening as I took him in hand, stood him up and started sucking him. The head of his massive cock swelled within my mouth, filling it as I pushed further down, then drew my lips back up along his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the ridge and then sucked and pulled back with my mouth, releasing him with a pop. I let his cock fall back down so it was lying up along his body, the head a couple inches beyond his belly button. While he watched me, clearly curious about what was coming next, I sat back on my heels, then stood up again. I moved over the top of him, one foot either side of his body, then squatted down. Brandon's eyes went wide. I think he expected me to stand his prick up and slide down on it. I didn't though, I sat down on him, but I didn't stand his cock up. I sat down on it, my lips cradling his shaft. I rocked back and forth a little and reached between my legs, separating my lips to ensure they were fully spread on either side of him. I was very wet, and I started sliding my pussy along his engorged erection, eliciting a moan from him. I understood how much Becky had enjoyed it when I'd been watching them from Brandon's closet.

I put my hands on his shoulders, just like I'd done to Mike the last time I'd fucked him. Leaning forward allowed me to glide my clit back and forth along his cock.

"Are you going to cum for me Brandon?" I asked him breathily. "Are you going to shoot your cum all over your belly while I slide my wet pussy up and down your cock? Are you thinking about what it would feel like to be inside your sister? Deep inside my tight little cunt?"

'"Oh fuck, Sarah," he cried out.

I wanted to ask him if he'd actually do it, whether he'd really fuck his sister, but somehow asking the question would be too much like giving him permission or something. I settled for continuing to pleasure myself on his shaft.

Brandon kept humping at me, lifting himself with his legs, raising his hips and thrusting as if he truly were inside me.

"I'm gonna cum, Sah's," he groaned. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"Do it," I hissed, ready and wanting to see him explode. He gave a couple of thrusts and held still. I kept sliding and he came with a cry of release, cum spurting over his chest and belly. The sight of it was the last little stimulus I needed. I joined him, orgasming, collapsing my body down onto his, my breasts pressed against his chest, his cum trapped between us just as my phone timer bonged the end of the ten minutes. I silenced it and let the last of my orgasm wash over me before standing up and leaving Brandon so I could go shower. When I returned to my room he'd left, and not long afterward I heard the shower running.

It was as close as we'd ever come to having full intercourse, and it had been so difficult not to just slide myself up along his cock until I could slip him inside. I couldn't help but think back to how full Becky had said she'd felt when she was fucking him, of how it looked when she sent me pictures of her cunt full of him. I'd fucked the cucumber and remembered how full that had felt, but surely a nice hard cock was going to feel infinitely better. After all, as hard as cocks got, they were still soft-skinned and flexible in a way that a cucumber would never be. I kept thinking about it all night.

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We barely spoke for a couple of days afterward. Brandon had custody of the peg and I was super-conscious of the fact. I just had a feeling that the line that we'd been inching towards was at risk of suddenly being behind us. I simply couldn't allow him to peg me easily. It had to be a challenge. My competitive streak, along with the possibility of where it was going to lead, kept me super vigilant.

I held out for three weeks, but eventually he got me. He got me at dinner the one time I dropped my guard. Even then I tried to avoid him so he couldn't tell me what the dare was going to be, but he came into my room one morning before he should even have been awake.

"Hey sleepyhead," he said, sitting on the side of my bed.

"Oh, hey," I mumbled, struggling to prise my sleep-stuck eyelids open.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks. What's up?"

"Dare time," he said quietly.

"Right now?"

"Well, time to tell you what it is," he said.

"Um, okay," I mumbled, my head only beginning to wrap itself around what was going on.

"I dare you to lay naked on your bed for ten minutes and let me do anything I want to you. Same conditions as there were for me though, no pain, no marks and nothing you won't enjoy."

I was trapped. I either conceded the game (which was unthinkable) or I gave myself up to Brandon and anything he wanted to do that didn't hurt. In my heart I knew that meant he'd penetrate me. And what's worse, I knew I wanted it.

"Okay," I said quietly. He grinned.

"Saturday?"

"Unless there's an opportunity before then," I suggested. I wasn't sure I'd be able to live with the anticipation for four days.

Mum and Dad announced that they had a work dinner to attend on the Thursday night. Brandon blew off a date with Becky and I felt bad about it, but I was also excited and nervous and scared all at the same time.

When we had the house to ourselves, we went into my room. I stripped off slowly and enticingly, almost like a stripper, and languorously positioned myself on the bed while Brandon watched. I have to admit that the lust I saw on his face was intoxicating. It should have scared me, but it only excited me. I grabbed my phone and found the timer as unlike me, Brandon quickly scrambled from his clothes. I lay the phone down next to me and Brandon stood beside my bed, his massive cock partially swollen, arching down heavily before him. He knelt down and reached across me, taking my left breast in his right hand as he sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I couldn't help it, I moaned as my nipple hardened in his mouth and was flicked back and forth by his tongue, the other being squeezed and pinched. My left breast was released, and I felt his hand slide down between my legs, cupping and caressing my bald pussy before he slipped a finger between my wet and willing lips.

It was a welcome tease, a prelude to the anticipated penetration by his cock. I was convinced he was going to do it. If he didn't, I might have to jump him and ride him anyway. I wondered how much time had passed. I couldn't see my phone, but it seemed to me he was taking too long. I wanted to tell him to hurry up, but the unwritten rules of the game stopped me. Everything needed to be at his initiative.

His fingers withdrew and he was quickly moving over me, his now rock-hard cock resting against my bald mound until he shifted his hips back. The head dragged across my mound and slipped between the legs I spread eagerly to welcome him. I felt him nestled against my lips and then felt him pressing against me.

The fat head of his swollen dick pushed gradually between my aching lips. I found myself holding my breath as he continued pushing inside of me. My brother's cock was finally working its way into my pussy! He was huge. He couldn't just shove it in like some of the guys I'd been with. He pushed and he pulled back, then pushed again, each cycle taking him slightly deeper inside me. I tried to relax to make his entrance easier, but my pussy clenched instinctively, wanting to embrace every inch of the beautiful shaft that was filling it. It was over two minutes... maybe more... until he was thrusting freely, filling me over and over again, his cock all but splitting me in two as I gasped and moaned in pleasure. I thrust with my hips to meet him each time he drove inside me, an eager and very willing participant.

I was fucking my brother, and I loved it.

Just as I was getting really into it, the blasted timer on my phone went off. Brandon pulled himself out of me as if he'd burnt himself, and I groaned, suddenly empty.

"You don't have to stop," I whispered, breaking the unwritten rules for the first time.

"That was all the time allowed," he said, moving off the bed to stand above me, looking down at my naked body. His cock glistened with my pussy juices and I reached for it, about to sit up and suck it, but he stepped back.

"Dare's over," he said, though his face betrayed how much he didn't want it to be. I couldn't believe he had the will power to stop and just walk away. I knew he'd be cranking his cock to expel his load the instant he was in his room, but I was left with no recourse. It wasn't like I could walk in and peg him while he was naked, even though I did consider it. I settled for my hairbrush, which now seemed completely inadequate. The almost insane arousal Brandon had left me with made up for its inadequacies though, as I brought myself to orgasm.

~~~~~~~

Over the next couple of days, I often found myself with the peg in my hand, pondering that we'd had actual sex but hadn't finished. It left me with a dilemma. I'd suggested to Brandon at the time that he didn't have to stop (hell I'd been ready to beg), but was I at long last willing to become the one to take the dare to the point where my brother came in my pussy? Something still held me back, despite how far we'd come. Fortunately, I came up with a compromise by the time I managed to dangle the peg on him. When the time came, I dared him to stick his cock in my pussy and to hold himself steady while I masturbated on it to orgasm. He wasn't allowed to move. Or to cum.

Brandon walked into my bedroom with his cock clearly ready for action when the appointed hour arrived. He almost looked uncomfortable with it restrained in his jeans.

"Something on your mind?" I asked with a giggle.

"It's time, isn't it?" he asked, checking his watch.

"It is," I agreed, smiling. I'd been watching the clock tick away, the seconds snailing away at a pace I'd not been happy with, and I was well and truly wet at the thought of feeling my brother's cock in my pussy again.

He stood there awkwardly, and I sat on my chair looking at him, both of us clearly wondering who was going to take the next step. I realised that since it was my dare, I should probably be the one to initiate the action.

"Okay, so we'll both get naked, you put that monster inside me and just hold it there while I make myself cum, yeah?" I said to break the silence.

"Sure thing," he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He dragged his t-shirt off as if my instructions had broken a spell over him. I slipped my own t-shirt off and then stood up and wiggled my athletic tights down my legs. As soon as I was naked, I lay down on my bed. Brandon was naked by the time I was, and his impressive piece of meat stood in front of him, erect, ready and delicious-looking. I should have included a provision in the dare for me to suck him, but not having done so, he was following the unspoken rules and moving to position himself ready to enter my pussy.

"I don't think that's going to work," I observed as he knelt between my legs. I think you need to lay differently, 'cause I um... I um... I want to be like... filled with you... like as much as I can take." I was so nervous about this, I could barely put two words together.

"Okay, so how do we do it then?"

I gave some thought to the logistics of the positioning and came up with a plan. "How about you lay down on your side like across my bed so that your dick like points toward my pillow and then I can like lay with my legs over you and my bum snuggled up against you with your cock in my pussy so that I can still, um, well, you know, rub myself."

Brandon lay down as I'd suggested, his head on a pillow, and I nestled myself nice and close to him until his erection was touching me. With a bit of effort and wriggling I managed to get his cock between my lips. I moaned and groaned as I worked him deep enough inside me to satisfy my desire to be filled. I ended up with one of my legs between his and the other over his hip. He thrust occasionally in reaction to the feeling of my enveloping folds, or perhaps just to assist in getting himself deeper inside me. Regardless of the reason, once I was satisfied he was deep enough, I admonished him and reminded him that he wasn't supposed to move. We weren't fucking, he was just my living sex doll.

I lay with my butt near him, his cock deep in my, pussy and my leg draped up and over him, my right leg over his waist, my left between his. I reached down between my, legs and touched myself gently.

I circled my clit with my fingertip, then slid it down to where Brandon's cock entered me. I grazed his cock with my nail as I drew it back up, using the juices of my pussy to lubricate my clit. I used my left hand to hold my left labium to one side as the fingers of my right started a well-practiced dance of joy on my love button. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the bliss that assaulted my senses as I stroked and teased my clit.

Brandon barely moved. It was only afterward that I considered how much restraint that must have taken. When I came, it felt like I exploded. My body shook and convulsed, almost thrashing on my bed. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I felt Brandon thrust hard into me as my pussy clenched and clamped around his massive shaft. That was all he did though, and when I was sufficiently calm again to slide away from him, he simply climbed off the bed, dressed and left. I lay on my bed for quite some time afterward, eventually rubbing myself to another orgasm.

~~~~~~~

The ball was back in Brandon's court. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd find a way to put off having actual sex together the way I did, or whether he would finally make it happen. I remained extra vigilant, determined for some weird reason to make him earn it.

It was, of course only a matter of time until I let my guard down, and he got me with the golden clothes peg. It happened at dinner. He'd gone up to the bathroom and on the way back, managed to clip it to the collar of my t-shirt as he slipped behind my chair and back to his seat. I didn't find it until I was undressing for bed that night.

Brandon slipped in after our parents had gone to bed. Butterflies took flight in my stomach as he quietly closed the door behind him. I sat up in bed.

He walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. Just the feeling of the bed sinking beneath his weight and his proximity had my body sizzling with need.

"I dare you," he whispered, leaning in close, "To fuck me. To let me have sex with you, and for you to participate as much as you want, to let go, to be in the moment and we'll fuck until I explode inside you and fill you with a load of cum."

"No rules except you get to cum inside me? We can both do whatever we want to each other?"

"Exactly."

"Done. When?" I responded. I think he was surprised I'd accepted so quickly, and without any hint of attempting to dissemble or play with the unspoken rules. No loopholes.

"Whenever you're ready," he replied.

"Now?" I suggested.

"Really?"

I nodded. I'd surprised myself. I shuffled across in my bed to make room for him and pushed my quilt down to expose myself. I was naked, and Brandon's eyes widened at the sight of my naked breasts. He reached out and cupped one in his hand. I felt him squeeze gently, my nipple hard against his palm. I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, inside the leg of his baggy shorts until I found his cock encased within his boxer briefs. I stroked it gently. For a while that was all we did, just gently touch each other. Brandon's dick hardened and my nipple ached beneath his touch. I pushed my tit at him, and he squeezed it harder. He eventually stood up and stripped. I watched, enjoying the revelation of his body, especially the moment when he sprang free from his underwear. There's something amazing about watching the slow exposure of a cock when underwear is dragged down a bloke's legs really slowly; especially when it's as long as my brother's. It's like an eternity while you can't be sure when it's ever going to end... and then sproing, there it is. I moved over a bit more and he lay down beside me, leaning toward me, his hand exploring my body, caressing my breasts, sliding over my stomach and down to my pussy. I spread my legs for him, and his fingers probed and entered me. I reached for his cock, holding it firm within my grasp as he slid two fingers inside me. I pushed against the invasion, but it was only a tease, a prelude to the wonder I knew would come when he was inside me properly.

The bed moved again, and his cock slipped from my grasp as he positioned himself where he could suck my nipple. He drew it between his lips, and then his tongue flickered back and forth across it. When he released it, he half rolled on top of me, his cock pressed hard against my thigh as he sucked my other nipple. The press of his erect flesh against my softness was just a preamble to what I really wanted, though. I wrapped my arms around my brother, spreading my legs wide, and urged him to fuck me.

"I want you inside me Brandon," I moaned, my hands in his hair as he continued to feast on my breast. He released my nipple and his cock nudged against my pussy. As wet as I was, getting the head of his cock between my lips wasn't too much effort. However, it took considerable more thrusting and wiggling to get him properly inside me, and I loved every second of the journey.

When he was buried deep inside me, I asked him to remain still for a few moments while I simply relished the feeling of his massive weapon filling me. I ran my hands over his arms, shoulders and back, taking a few moments to appreciate how nicely sculpted he was.

"I love the feel of your body. Now fuck me," I whispered. He bent his head and kissed me as he started sliding in and out. I met his kiss eagerly, my tongue swirling about his. I met each of his thrusts, grunting, groaning, biting back squeals of pleasure as he filled me. I needed it in a way I can't describe. I gave no thought to the fact that I was having sex with my brother, I simply lost myself in the pleasure of the moment.

We changed positions several times, experimenting. I rode Brandon for a while, both cowgirl and reverse, before we fucked doggy-style. As Brandon neared orgasm, I returned to my back and pulled my legs wide while he held himself over me and pounded eagerly, panting and grunting each time he thrust into me.

It was amazing. I didn't analyse it at the time, I just fucked him. He warned me his orgasm was imminent, and I worked to angle my body to extract the most pleasure I could from the action of his cock within my pussy.

"Here it comes, Sarah," he grunted and gave a final thrust. I'd never felt anything so deep inside me, and then he exploded. I bit back my wail of joy, suddenly conscious that we were fucking while Mum and Dad were in the house. The warm flood of cum within me tipped me over the edge and into the ecstasy of my own orgasm.

Brandon collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his chest heaving against my breasts. I ran my hands over his sweat-slicked back, my fingers dancing on his skin. He rolled to the side, his cock slipping from within me. A warm rush of our combined cum slid down the crack of my bum to soak into my sheets.

We both lay beside each other for a couple more minutes, neither of us speaking, just relaxing in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Wow," Brandon said eventually.

'Yeah," I agreed. "Is that the end of the game?"

"Not by half," he laughed, climbing from my bed. "Unless you concede, of course."

"Do I look like a quitter?"

"No, you look sexy as all fuck," he replied, staring down at me.

"What about Becky? You can't hurt her."

"What about Mike?"

"I asked first."

"I like Becky a lot. I might even love her, but this, and don't take this the wrong way... this is just a game. I mean, I love you as a sister, but like... I dunno."

"I get it," I assured him. "I feel the same way." It was the first time we'd ever discussed anything beyond what the next dare would be. "I can't promise that I'll always be willing to play, but right now, as much as I like Mike, I'm not about to stop this game with you."

Brandon gathered up his clothes and left, and I lay in bed wondering what might be going through my brother's mind. He'd seemed entirely too eager and confident in the way he'd said, "Not by half."

At least the next dare was mine.

END.