A Burning Taste

"Okay, we're here to have fun, not fight," Heather scolded her guests. Sure she didn't mind seeing Bianca and Yelena get shoved around, but not tonight.

"I fully agree with my dear cousin. Let's remember that this might be our last party for weeks, maybe even longer," Logan reminded everyone. "Also, try and speed up these dares too, or we can move onto a different game where more of us can be involved."

"Feeling left out?" Sharon commented, sending a come hither look at her secret lover. "You shouldn't be."

Heather wondered once again how long this suspected coupling had been taking place. In annoyance, she took another large sip from her drink.

"That's an idea. Does anyone want to change games yet?" Meagan surprised many with her sharp tone. They didn't notice her hard stare at Charlie.

Murmurs to continue with Truth and Dare overrode those to change games.

"Hey, this game is just getting good," Charlie noted, waving his hand at the several topless girls. Also unseen were the pair of head shakes he sent to Meagan and his newest accomplice.

"That means you're up, Teresa," Heather informed her with a lazy wave of her hand.

Having scrubbed her hands several times of Matt's cum in the bathroom, the leggy coed stepped forward. Wearing only a pair of red lace panties and high heels, Teresa strutted into the center of the circle. She leaned over from her waist, causing groans from the view of her tight ass, and spun the bottle.

Knowing my luck, it'll end up back on me, Ashley fretted. Second worst would be Hannah. Not that she couldn't handle herself but because it might start another—NO!

Ashley realized she'd been wrong. Her older sister hadn't been the second-worst possibility. No, it turned out to be her boyfriend.

"Well, well, well, it looks like it's my lucky day. Hello, Mr. Football Stud," Teresa flashed a sinister smile while motioning at Brandon to stand up. "C'mon, get off the floor. You're out of any lifelines."

Noticing Ashley's obvious concern, Brandon shot her a reassuring look. Next to her, Heather patted her leg in comfort. Appraising her victim, Teresa snapped her fingers and twirled them. It took a moment for Brandon to realize what she wanted before he spun around in a slow circle.

"Not bad," the coed acknowledged. "Such possibilities with you. My little sister could use some relief." Ashley stiffened up at that dreadful possibility. "Your best friend's sister is basically ready for fun too." Wearing only her panties too, Tiara held in a laugh as Trent's went wide. "The same goes for your girlfriend's best friend. She looks hungry."

"Teresa, Heather just talked about this," Logan warned, feeling more protective of Heather than usual.

"Silly you," she responded, wagging her finger at him. "You Raverses always have your minds in the gutter. It's not like I'm going to make Brandon eat out my little sister, or stick his cock into your cousin's mouth. I bet you Raverses could even imagine I might have him replace that stick up his cousin's ass with a different rod. Or maybe shut up his sister's big mouth with a piece of meat."

"We got your point, bitch," Heather snapped. "So quit stalling and make your Dare."

"But I would never do that to Brandon. I mean, he could be my future brother-in-law someday," Teresa continued, ignoring Heather's order. "He's such a standup guy. He even came immediately to his girlfriend's sister's aid just a short while ago. I bet several of us gals liked the image of Brandon kicking Matt's ass. Did it make any of you wet?"

"I'm a trained fighter. No high school kid is going to kick my ass!" Matt vowed.

"Zip it!" Teresa hushed him with a **** glare and finger to her lips. "Nope, I think Brandon deserves a reward for his bravery. I think a few rounds of shots are in order."

"Shots?"

"I Dare you to do five shots—"

"Five is a little too much. We don't want him passed out drunk," Heather said, mostly to stop Ashley from freaking out.

"Fine. I Dare you to do THREE body shots of my choice off of...Hannah!" Teresa acted to compromise with her plan succeeding.

"What?!" Ashley did explode.

"Whoa! You can be serious?" Brandon questioned.

"I'm always serious, buster. Besides, I don't hear any complaints from big sister."

"Body shots? Whoopee-do. It's not I haven't done them many, many times before."

"Heather, dear, if you could be a helpful hostess, my assistant could use a few items," Teresa motioned toward Bianca.

"I got this. Stay with Ash," Logan declared, jumping up and heading off to the kitchen with a following Bianca.

While they did that, Teresa moved over toward the corner of the room. Pointing to a leather chair, she asked Trent to be a big strong guy and carry that for her. Reluctantly, he did that as Teresa carried a footrest over from a different part of the room. Both pieces of furniture ended up arranged in the center of the circle by the time Bianca returned with a bottle of tequila and a salt shaker. Behind her, Logan carried a handful of lemons, limes, and a shot glass.

"Lemons?"

"It's for my drink," Bianca informed her sister. "Unless you got an idea for them."

"Probably not, but I'll think about it." Turning to face Brandon, Teresa patted the footrest in front of the sitting Hannah. "Hop right on, big boy."

"Don't try anything funny, Zuccaro," Hannah warned her rival, after glancing at the frightened face of her sister.

"Be quiet," Teresa responded, handing over a piece of lime that Bianca just cut. "Push together those girls of yours."

"Really? That's how we're starting," Hannah remarked, knowing the routine that the brunette had planned. Watching as Teresa poured the shot glass to the brim with tequila, Hannah pushed together her D-cups, creating a tight cleavage for Teresa to place the shot glass between.

"Wha..." Brandon sounded, his jaw dropping down.

"The salt goes on her arm, the shot is between her tits, and the lime is in her mouth. You got that, jock?"

Nodding dumbly, Brandon couldn't believe his luck. He'd always dreamed of seeing Hannah's big tits, and not only were they staring him in the face, but he'd likely have to touch them soon. And that worried him greatly. He didn't know if he could keep in control if he did.

Gulping, Brandon couldn't bring himself to look over at Ashley, so instead, he bent down and licked her older sister's arm. The taste of salt and her skin sent a shiver down his spine, springing his already erect cock even fuller. With a shaking hand, he reached down, barely successful in prying the shot glass out. Downing the burning liquid, Brandon swiftly leaned his upper body down, avoiding by the narrowest margin her majestic mounds, and bit into the lime. Not really sucking the juice out properly, Brandon merely swished around the tiny bit he'd bitten off.

"That's one!" Yelena cried from her seat in the audience.

"You see, that wasn't so bad," Heather comforted Ashley. The small blonde nodded in agreement.

"We won't be needing that for this round," Teresa informed Brandon when he went to hand her the shot glass. "It's time to go a bit lower."

Hannah heaved a big sigh, which also sent her big tits jiggling. A fact that Brandon couldn't help see, nor stop from imagining his making those jugs wobble himself. Shaking his head, the teen turned to listen to the exchange between the two bitter rivals.

"Going the predictable route, huh?"

"There's a reason why it's a common way to spice things up," Teresa replied, as Bianca handed the blonde another piece of lime. "Okay, Mr. Ashley, the salt goes here," she said, tapping Hannah's stomach. "And the sweet—I mean, burning nectar goes here."

This time Brandon's eyes bugged out. He shot Teresa a disbelieving look, then Hannah, who shrugged, and finally over to his girlfriend. Ashley whimpered at the revelation but didn't look away.

"I do hope you clean properly...for Brandon's sake, of course."

"Shut it, Slutcaro," Hannah replied with a middle finger, right before Bianca placed the lime wedge into her mouth.

Sprinkling a smattering of salt onto Hannah's slightly shifting stomach, Teresa poured the liquor into the blonde's belly button, until it started to overflow. Stepping back, she slapped the shocked teen in the back.

"Get at it, stud."

The slap launched Brandon forward. His tongue made two long passes on the salted stomach. Then his head dipped down before he could have any second thoughts. Slurping the potent **** up, Brandon's mind took him into a corner that he had locked away many months ago. Instead of slurping up the tequila from Hannah's belly button, he imagined slurping up a different nectar from her, in a hole several inches lower. Lost in his wicked vision, Brandon didn't realize he's sucked up all the liquor, and now swirled his tongue inside, causing Hannah to squirm from the ticklish spot.

"Lime time," Teresa whispered into Brandon's ear.

Snapped out of his daydream, the aroused teen pounced up and forward. When his mouth met his girlfriend's sister's this time, he kept them locked together, while he sucked out every single drop of lime juice he could. All the time, he reveled in the feeling of those big, soft, and fucking incredible breasts pushing his chest.

It took Hannah's arm in-between their bodies pushing him away while spitting out the lime to break Brandon's efforts. Panting, he stared in feverish desire at his girlfriend's sister. He didn't even hear Ashley announce that she needed some air. Nor did he see Heather go with her to the sunroom.

"Get back down low again, Brandon," Teresa ordered. It was a command that Brandon promptly followed.

"You are such a bitch," Hannah spat at her hated enemy. She'd noticed Ashley run off and wanted to finish this Dare so that she could check on her.

"I've done nothing but play the game," Teresa smirked back. Teenage boys are so predictable.

Taking the tiny sliver of lime from Bianca, Teresa nodded as her sister cut another piece of the fruit in half this time. Using her small wedge, the older brunette squeezed a small portion onto each of Hannah's upper thighs. Next, she sprinkled a healthy dose of salt onto the wet thighs.

"See the goal this time is to make sure you don't ruin this expensive-looking leather chair. Do you understand? Good. So that means you need to get every drop of tequila before it falls. Once that's done, Bianca will be holding the lime up top. Got that? Then go!"

Brandon needed no further encouragement in his entirely enthralled state. Savoring the taste and touch of Hannah freaking Wooden's upper thighs, he spent nearly a minute on each side. When done, he raised his head to see the tequila already overflowing out of Hannah's belly button. Remembering Teresa's orders, Brandon started to lap up the wonderful **** from Hannah's quivering lower stomach.

Pleased as could be, Teresa began to lower the trickle away from the belly button incrementally. Lost in lust, Brandon never noticed. Instead, he nearly panicked as the steady stream ran lower and lower, moving closer to dripping down onto the leather chair. Heather will kill me if I wreck her family's furniture!

And when Teresa began to pour directly onto Hannah's delicate baby blue panties, Brandon never stopped lapping. His mind barely acknowledged that his tongue went from skin to lace. Instead, when Teresa warned him again not to ruin the chair, he used his strength to push Hannah's legs further apart. Scared to **** of angering Heather and thus Ashley, the loyal boyfriend started freaking out as the flow increased, running to the edge of the soft material.

It didn't help that Hannah's body thrashed around as his tongue went into overdrive as he fought a losing battle. Nor did it help that a pair of hands kept tugging at his hair. Finally, those same hands moved around and shoved at his forehead.

"Enough, Brandon! Enough!" Hannah screamed.

"Huh?" Brandon glanced up the contours of her fantastic figure as the waterfall abruptly stopped.

"Come get your limes," Bianca gestured with her finger. A new liquid started to drip far higher up as the younger Zuccaro squeezed both her hands tightly.

Completely out of control, Brandon lunged forward to stop the droplets from spilling. In his near animalistic state, the teen palmed the two soft mounds, pushing them up to prevent the lime juice from falling. His tongue licked up the smaller amounts, but any tiny puddles required sucking and a lot of it. That proved especially crucial around the pink tips.

The sex-crazed teen would've kept on squeezing, groping, licking, and sucking those two glorious globes if a rolled-up magazine hadn't smacked him in the side of his head. When he pulled back, it struck him smack dab in the face.

"Fucking stop, Bran!" Lindsey screamed at her younger cousin. She cocked the magazine again, causing Brandon to flinch back.

Blinking away his dream daze, Brandon felt Hannah shove him off her. Utterly confused over what happened, he watched his girlfriend's older sister storm off to the kitchen. Glancing around, he noticed that every sat in stunned silence.

"Uh, what happened?"

"Exactly what I wanted," the black-haired witch crowed.