Amy

“Sure,” I replied. “There seems to be a significant lack of nudity here,” I laughed. “Hmm, let me see, who needs to lose some more clothes? How about Amy? I dare you to take off your shorts.”

Amy laughed. “Really, David? Is that the best you can do? That’s kind of a wimpy dare.”

“Sorry, I just think you’re overdressed. Just trying to level the playing field here.”

“Ok, if that’s what you want.” Amy stood up and pushed her white denim shorts down from her hips. Since they were already unzipped they slid down very easily. She kicked them off her feet and looked over at me. “Happy?” She turned around showing her curvy ass then turned back to face me.

Well, no, I wasn’t happy at all. Under her shorts she was wearing a red thong that, even though it exposed her round ass nicely, still completely covered her pussy.

“Not completely,” I answered truthfully. “You and Beth still aren’t completely naked.”

“Well, ain’t that a shame,” she laughed at me. “But there’s nothing you can do about it now, is there? The dare was only to take off my shorts. Guess you should have been more specific.”

She turned around and wiggled her ass at me. “At least you like my ass, right?” she teased me looking over her shoulder.

“Maybe,” I teased back. “Come over here and let me see.”

Amy sauntered over in front of my chair then turned her back to me and bent over. She wiggled her ass again and looked back over her shoulder and gave me the big eyes. I reached out and felt her soft smooth ass, first one cheek then the other.

“Hey, David,” my sister disturbed me again. “I don’t think that was part of the dare.”

“Damn, Susie, you trying to be a wet blanket or something? Or maybe you’re just jealous?”

“Fuck you, David!” she retorted.

“You wish, sis,” I hit back. I gave Amy a good slap on her ass then she went back to the sofa.

“So I get to pick now, right?” she asked.