Midnight Madness, Part 1

Zack walked into the theater with Paris by his side. His cousin wore a black tank top and some pink pajama short shorts.

He saw Sharon wore a revealing, lacy dark purple negligee. She was chatting intensely with an unhappy Logan, who was dressed similarly to Zack, in a faded T-shirt and gym shorts.

Jared came into the room wearing a white tank top and black gym shorts. Zack felt Paris stiffen beside him, and he nudged her forwards gently. The two Bishop cousins laid down their pillows and blankets in two of the very comfy seats.

Taylor and Hannah came into the room, and Zack’s eyes bugged out. The two girls wore matching outfits, and Taylor looked a bit uncomfortable in hers, which indicated that it was Hannah’s idea.

Hannah wore a grey cami crop top that clung tightly to her sizable breasts. The crop top was much too short for her, and her whole stomach was on display, pretty much, only the very top covered in the light grey fabric.

On her bottoms she wore a tight pair of dark green dolphin shorts.

Taylor’s outfit was the same, except her top was dark blue and her shorts were white.

Taylor carried her pillow and blanket over and dropped her items in the seat on Zack’s other side.

It was going to be interesting sleeping between Paris and Taylor.

Heather and Chloe came in next and both of them carried a blanket and pillow as well.

The two girls dropped their things in the row in front of Zack, and Zack glanced between them.

Chloe wore a long-sleeve maroon shirt that Zack was pretty sure was his. Had she pilfered that from his closet? It was hot on her, either way. Her big tits strained the fabric so that it rode up on her stomach a little bit, and from her poking out nipples, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Zack suspected most of the girls here weren’t, as he knew from his girlfriends that they didn’t like sleeping with bras on, unless it was lingerie.

Lisa had taught him that, actually, not any of his newer girlfriends.

Chloe’s bottoms consisted of a pair of short shorts that Zack suspected were Heather’s.

Heather wore a blood-red cami crop top not dissimilar from what Taylor and Hannah wore, except hers was spaghetti strap and clearly a size or two bigger, as it didn’t look obscene on her, just sexy. Her bottoms consisted of a pair of Zack’s gym shorts, and he had to wonder when his girlfriends were breaking into his room to steal stuff.

Had they done it all together, or were they all just struck by a whim to wear his clothes and done it independently?

Everyone showed up, Ashley in a white tank top and pink shorts, Victoria in a modest nightgown that didn’t look like it was a nun’s nightgown, but also wasn’t purposefully sexy. It reached her mid-thigh, and was a light shade of lavender.

Kurt and Peter arrived, pretty much dressed identically to Logan and Zack, wearing soft T-shirts and shorts. Zack didn’t really think they all wore that to sleep each night, but for him, at least, they were just comfortable clothes he would be able to sleep in easily.

“Alright, guys! Listen up.” Sharon said, and stood in the little area that the adults had cleared out of chairs earlier. It was fairly spacious, allowing for some stuff to happen, a big square in the middle of a theater full of recliners.

Zack looked at Sharon.

“We’re going to play Truth or Dare first, and then we’re going to break up into pairs for our next game.” Sharon said.

“I feel like all we ever do is play Truth or Dare.” Heather sighed.

“Yeah, well, it’s my first time playing on this trip, and so, I’ve decided we’re playing. Everybody make a circle. I’ve taken the liberty of making a dare bowl. You answer dare, you pick from the bowl.” Sharon said, and set a metal bowl in the center of the square, and the teens all formed a circle around it.

“I’ll go first. Kurt, truth or dare?” Sharon asked.

“Dare.” he said confidently. Sharon stretched out her bare leg and nudged the bowl to him with her toes. Kurt grabbed a dare from it.

“Steal a kiss from the girl you’re crushing on.” Kurt read.

Kurt stood up and sauntered over to Chloe. Beside Chloe, Heather went wide-eyed as Kurt offered Chloe a hand. Looking uncomfortable a bit, Chloe grasped his hand and let her haul him up.

“Why do these games always involve Kurt and Chloe kissing?” Zack muttered, and Paris laughed softly from beside him. His cousin leaned against him slightly to get a bit of a better view as Kurt and Chloe shared their traditional sizzling hot kiss, one that neither person seemed inclined to stop, surprisingly. Chloe let Kurt get his hands all over her body, and even he looked surprised at that.

“Time.” Sharon smirked, and Kurt backed up from Chloe, winking at her as he sat down. Zack watched Chloe’s cheeks flame before she and Heather started whispering.

“Uh, Taylor, truth or dare?” Kurt asked.

“Dare.” Taylor said. She wasn’t as kinky as her best friend, but she was by no means a coward.

Taylor leaned forwards and grabbed a dare.

“Give a kiss to the person on your right, but it can’t be anywhere above the neck.” Taylor read, and glanced to her right, to where Jared Lockett sat.

Jared’s eyes widened as Taylor leaned in and kissed his neck. She drew back quickly, and Zack noted Jared kept glancing over at Taylor after that.

“Paris, truth or dare?” Taylor asked.

“Dare.” Paris said, and reached over for a dare. Zack looked over her shoulder with interest as she read it aloud:

“Take off your top.” Paris blushed hotly.

“Well, do it?” Sharon said after a few seconds of Paris not moving.

Paris gave a small sigh and gripped the bottom of her black tank top and lifted it up and over her head, patting her dark hair self-consciously as her bare breasts were revealed to everyone present. Logan and Jared in particular were staring in fascination at them. Peter averted his eyes out of respect, and Zack didn’t want to get caught staring at his cousin’s boobs.

Surprisingly, Kurt wasn’t leering at Paris, he was looking intensely at Chloe.

Paris scooted closer Zack and he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulder. She adjusted her position so that his hand covered one of her tits, and Zack sucked in a breath at the feeling of his cousin’s full breast in his hand.

“Please.” Paris mouthed desperately. Zack nodded with feigned reluctance, and Paris leaned against him so that her left breast was cupped in Zack’s hand, and her right was partly covered by his body.

“Um, Ashley, truth or dare?” Paris managed.

“Dare.” Ashley said cheerfully, and grabbed a dare from the bowl.

“Go steal some snacks from the kitchen.” she read aloud, and Sharon laughed.

“I figured we’d need some food.” she said, shrugging. The blond cheerleader rolled her eyes.

“Alright, Jared, your turn.” Ashley said.

“Dare.” Jared said. Ashley hurried towards the kitchen while Jared read his dare aloud.

“Drop an ice cube into your underwear!” Jared gawked, “Hell no!”

“Then you have to do the forfeit.” Sharon smirked.

“You can opt out of dares?” Paris asked, and Zack gave his cousin’s breast a little squeeze, and she bit her lip and looked at him.

“I’d assume you don’t want to do Sharon’s forfeit.” Peter said warily.

“Excellent point. So Jared, what’ll it be? Ice cube or forfeit?” Sharon asked wickedly.

“Forfeit.” Jared shook his head.

Sharon smirked.

“Alright, then.” she said, and pulled out her phone, and pulled up a voice recorder.

“You’re going to go tell your mother she has amazing tits, while this is recording everything that happens. You will then come back and play the recording for everybody to hear. And you can’t mention it’s a dare or tip her off about the recording device. Make it sound like you’re trying to seduce her.” Sharon said seriously. Thank God this wasn’t Zack’s forfeit. Monica would probably respond positively and he’d have to play that clip for everybody.

“Fine. Zack, truth or dare?” Jared asked.

“Dare.” Zack said.

Jared took Sharon’s phone and pushed record, and then walked towards his mother’s bedroom, hands in his shorts’ pockets.

Ashley returned with a tray of cheese and crackers, which everybody quickly grabbed a few of, except for Paris and Zack, because the former was too shy to move, and she’d asked the latter to stay put. Zack gave her breast another little squeeze when she asked that of him, and Paris looked at him with building lust in her eyes. Zack leaned forwards a bit awkwardly to grab a dare, and then quickly leaned back, Paris settling back into her spot.

Zack loved the feeling of her tit in his hand, and Paris seemed to be enjoying her tit in his hand as well. Zack was tempted to rub his thumb across her nipple, but worried that might not be responded too well by anyone else here.

“Alright, the dare says I need to switch tops with someone of the opposite gender.” Zack read. He had to drop Paris’ tit as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it over to Chloe.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Chloe’s wearing his shirt anyway!” Hannah pointed out.

“It’s called a loophole.” Zack smirked at her. Chloe moved to get up to change tops, but Sharon shook her head.

“Gotta do it here, like Zack did.” she explained. Chloe’s cheeks turned dark red instantly, and Zack was beginning to realize that adding more fuel to Kurt’s clearly already burning fire for Chloe might not be wise, but too late now. Chloe pulled off the long-sleeve maroon shirt and let her big, bare tits swell outwards.

Zack could almost sense Kurt drooling, and he wasn’t alone. All the guys, Zack included, were enjoying the view of Chloe’s ample breasts. Chloe hastily pulled on Zack’s T-shirt which was about the same fit as the maroon one. Chloe tossed the maroon one back, and Zack pulled it on, before resuming his position with Paris, grabbing her full breast in his hand, and Paris leaned in against his side, smushing one of her breasts against his side, and Zack gave her a look.

Subtly, he started running his thumb across her pert nipple. He was rewarded by her breaths starting to come quicker.

“Victoria, truth or dare?” Zack asked.

“Dare.” she said, and grabbed one from the bowl. Zack kept rubbing Paris’ nipple while trying to be subtle, and the horny look she gave him was reward enough.

“S-sit in the lap of someone who you haven’t kissed before.” Victoria read aloud. That ruled out Zack and Kurt, as much as Zack hated that. At least, he assumed they’d kissed. It’d be weird to have sex and NOT have kissed by then, but Kurt was a weird dude.

Victoria got up and walked shyly over to Logan, and he gave her a kind smile as the green-eyed blond sat down in his lap.

“Alright, Sharon. Truth or dare?” Victoria asked.

“Dare.” Sharon smirked, and grabbed a dare eagerly.

“Ah! Spend some time in a confined space with someone of your choosing.” Sharon grinned.

“There’s the closet down the hall.” Heather suggested.

“Alright, Peter. I choose you.” Sharon smirked, and Peter looked floored, but he reluctantly got to his feet. Zack suspected he didn’t want to have to call Aunt Cassie and tell her that he thought she had great tits.

Speaking of, where the hell was Jared? He’d been gone a while.

Maybe Aunt Gabby was chewing his ass out. That’d be funny to hear on the recording.

“So... what now?” Ashley asked, and Hannah glanced surlily in the direction Peter and Sharon had went off in.

“I guess we wait.” Zack said, and adjusted his hand a bit so that Paris’ tit was fully in his palm, and he gave it a little squeeze. His cousin’s right hand gripped his thigh tightly, and Zack glanced sideways at her blue eyes, which sparkled with desire and lust.

Zack found himself wishing they weren’t all sharing the theater tonight, as being alone with Paris was something he wanted desperately.

“Hey, why don’t we take a little bit of a break, and we’ll reconvene in forty minutes or so.” Logan suggested.

“Sounds good.” Taylor nodded.

“Definitely.” Victoria said, standing up from Logan’s lap. Paris grabbed Zack’s hand in hers, said some excuse about needing to talk to him, and then she was practically dragging Zack back to their bedroom.

Zack laughed and when they rounded the corner into the teen hall, sufficiently away from the theater, he pushed his cousin up against the wall, cupped her cheeks in his hands, and kissed her firmly on the lips.

“You were making me so wet. I’m practically gushing down there.” Paris said pleadingly.

“You want your cousin to fuck you? Is that it?” Zack growled, and Paris nodded eagerly. Zack pulled Paris close, and the two cousins made out passionately while stumbling towards their bedroom door.

———

Chloe left the theater and headed for the kitchen to get a cup of water. She had no desire to have to talk to Kurt, as that kiss they’d shared earlier... it had driven her wild.

For the first time since she and Heather had slept together, Horny Chloe had reared her head.

And she was back on the Kurt train, it seemed.

It was hard to guess who Horny Chloe’s target was, as she was just generally horny for anyone attractive, so Chloe wasn’t entirely sure the curse was pointing her to Kurt, and she sure hoped it wasn’t.

She heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen, and realized she recognized those footfalls: Kurt. She hurriedly slipped out through the sliding glass door, and closed it gently behind her. She crept along the side of the house, unseen.

Chloe shivered in the night air, wishing she hadn’t switched tops with Zack. Even in summer, a windy night could bring a chill. And this qualified. Her red locks were blowing in the wind, and as Chloe turned back towards the house, she caught a glimpse of Kurt in the kitchen.

Swearing, Chloe ducked down and started to make her way around the outside of the cabin to avoid him.

———

Kurt came into the kitchen to find it empty. Shit. He could have sworn he’d seen Chloe come in here. He turned to go back to the theater, but saw Heather standing in front of him, looking a bit annoyed. She was so sexy when she was annoyed.

“Yes, dear cousin?” Kurt asked.

“Is there a reason you made out with Chloe like that?” Heather snapped.

“That was the dare!” Kurt protested.

“You could’ve given a peck on the lips.” Heather accused.

“Oh, c’mon. You and I both know I don’t do anything by half when it comes to sexy ladies.” Kurt winked, and enjoyed the light blush that colored Heather’s cheeks. He knew incestuous thoughts ran rampant in Heather’s brain from the look in her eyes, and he decided to capitalize on that. Kurt leaned down to kiss her, closing his eyes.

If they’d been open, he would have seen Heather’s face tilting up to receive the kiss, her beautiful blue eyes closing.